Chapter Six
"So…" Warren said as they look at each other in the quiet room.
"Yeah," Layla agree with him.
"Um…I'm hungry. How about we go out for dinner?" Layla looks up at her dad and smiled. He was trying to make sure that she didn't have the opportunity to be alone with Warren. He was so cute if he didn't think that his wife would see through him.
"I think that maybe we should go to dinner ourselves," Josslyn says with a sly grin on her face.
Michael frowns and looks from Layla to Warren and then back to her mother. "I don't think that is a good idea."
Josslyn smiles wickedly, "I think..." she leans into his shoulder, "That it is a great idea. You know, just you and me. Alone."
Michael looks torn between date night with his wife or making sure that Layla, his only daughter and his pride and joy, and her boyfriend who is older and way more experienced than she could possibly be. Oh the horror of letting his baby girl stay here by herself with a boy that could possibly make her do something that he… she is not ready for.
"I don't…"
Her mom shook her head and smiled at him as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. "We'll be back in…." and the door closed without her finishing her sentence.
I really love my mom, Layla thought to herself.
"So…" Warren said again.
"Yeah," She whispered cockily. "What would you like to do for dinner?"
Warren raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. "I meant food," Layla giggled.
"I'll have whatever you have." Warren said with a shrug.
Layla rolled her eyes and smiled as she turned towards the kitchen. She is alone in her house, without her parents or Will or Magenta around to monitor things between her and her boyfriend. They were honestly and truly alone.
She felt giddy and confused and anxious and excited. There was too much going on in her head that the best option would be to not talk about what was going on in her head. "So, how do you think their date is going?"
"Considering they just left?" Warren said with sarcasm. "I would say that it's going pretty good. Not like he could mess the date up this fast."
Layla turned and gave him a dirty look. "They could be having the time of their lives."
Warren looked at her condisendingly, "Walking?"
She rolled her eyes and pulled out the left-overs from last night. "I don't think you understand what a date is."
"We've had plenty."
She pulled down two plates from the cabinet and riffled through the drawers to find silverware for the both of them. "Our dates don't count. Our dates work for us but they don't work for others."
"So you think that other girlfriends wouldn't come to their boyfriends work and sit there and smile as he works for three hours until he gets a break for two hours so that they can enjoy dinner together and then do homework before he has to clean up the kitchen and she likes to watch him pick up heavy things?"
Layla smiled at him, "We also do other things that other people may like."
Warren smiled at her and snickered, "I think that those 'other things' are things that I don't want to share with other people."
Layla smiled to herself knowing that he was saying that he didn't want to kiss or hug anyone else. It had taken him beating him up her poor friend to realize he had feelings for her. She knew he had trouble showing it and talking about it.
She placed her full plate into the microwave and smiled at him as she made his plate. "I think that our 'other things' are fun."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "I like them too…but only with each other."
Layla cocked her head to the side, "Darn, I really want to make-out with Magenta."
"Now, that would be hot," Warren said with an interested smile.
"I mean, I've already kissed you and Will. Now I need to kiss Magenta, Ethan, and-"
"-when have you kissed Will?"
"Oh, um." Layla turned around and pulled her plate from the microwave and placed his in. "It was…sometime before we got together."
"When?"
"Look, it's not a big deal."
"Did you like it?" He asked with a slight pout.
Layla grinned at him, "I like your kisses more."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "You better."
The microwave went off again and she pulled out his plate. Carrying them both over to the table she smiled at him, "Look whose serving who tonight."
He smirked at her and said, "I could get used to this."
"I wouldn't. The most you would get out of me is something my mother made the day before."
Warren smiled at her, "Well, she is a great cook."
Layla smiles at him. "I think that Will and Magenta are at the restaurant now."
"Nice change of subject," Warren said with a smirk.
"I think they are having a great night. He better have pulled her chair out for him."
"Yeah, cause that is the biggest problem they have."
She rolls her eyes at them, "I want them to be happy."
"You want everyone to be happy, Hippy. And everything." He told her mockingly.
She takes a huge bite of her food and looks at him like she sometimes looks at her math homework. Like she doesn't get him. "So, because I want people and animals and nature to be happy, I'm weird?"
He smirks at her, "You want world peace and you will not be happy until you get it."
She leans back in her chair and stares at him, "I am happy now."
His smirk widens and just like that, she understand what he's been trying to say. She rolls her eyes at him, why does he have to be such a hassle?
Layla laughs, "With your logic, you're saying that the only time I am happy is when someone else is happy." Warren raises an eyebrow at her as he takes a bite of his food, "Me being happy is what is making you happy. Thus making me happy."
"Ouch," Warren said, placing a hand to his head. "I think you just hurt my brain."
She grins at him, "If you had just come out and said that I made you happy, then I wouldn't have had to of over thought it, and then you wouldn't have a sudden migraine."
"Look who is getting cheeky all of a sudden. Besides, where is the fun in that?"
They smile at each other and continue eating, until their plates are clean of food. As they take their plates to the sink, they continue to glance at each other.
Warren turns to face her and brushes some hair behind her ear as she rinses the dishes off. He leans in and places a kiss on her neck and she gasps.
His lips form into a smirk as he pulls back and shuts off the water. With nothing else to do, she turns to him and looks up at him wondering, daring him to do something…anything.
He leans down and places a gentle kiss just beside her mouth. She closes her eyes as he moves to kiss her other neglected side. Warren was teasing her; she knew this and yet, she did nothing to stop is torture.
It seemed like forever before Warren leaned into her and she waited for him to kiss her-only the kiss never came. She opened her eyes and sees him staring at her. His dark brown eyes glinting in an all too familiar way. Warren is waiting for her to make the next move and no matter how much she hates his teasing, she wants to kiss him more.
With that logic: Layla leans forward, grabs the back of his head and crashes his lips down to hers and in seconds, his arms wrapped around her waist and brought her closer to him.
Just like that her brain shut down and she could literally feel fireworks.
She was aware that their feet were moving, she was aware that Warren was leading her slowly and steadily up the stairs. She was aware that they were now entering her bedroom and making their way to her bed.
But none of that mattered at the moment. It didn't matter because Warren never released her. He never removed his mouth from hers…not even to gasp in a breath. This man was literally hogging all her oxygen and she didn't care. Not as long as he kept kissing her.
They reached her bed and when her legs hit the side of her bed she pulled away from him. She opened her eyes to see Warren staring at her with a heated gaze that reminded her that not only was his gaze hot, so were his powers.
"I'm not ready for that."
He lifted his hand up to her face, "I know."
She knew he wasn't going to push her. She knew that he was going to respect the fact that she had basically said no. Layla didn't understand the feeling of disappointment creeping up from the pit of her stomach to the throat.
"Just because we can't…" she shrugs to let him fill in the blanks.
He smirks at her.
"….doesn't mean we can't do other things."
Warrens smirk vanished and he was looking at her with wide eyes. "You mean….?"
Layla laughed and turned them so she was facing the bed and his back was to it. Then she shoved him and watched him fall down. "You seem surprised."
His mouth was opened slightly. Layla had to remind herself to cherish this moment. There may never be another moment where Warren Peace was literally stunned into silence.
She watched as Warren seemed to wage and inner battle. It was probably his good and evil trying to take charge, but he didn't know what to say or do. She could sympathize with him. This must be killing him. She knew that Warren wasn't going to expect things from her…not until she was ready. But now that she was offering to do…other things, he didn't know how to proceed.
To get him to stop thinking so much, she leaned down and kissed him. And just like it did back in the kitchen, soon the kiss was growing and the only thing that mattered was him and Warrens addictive kisses.
Neither knew how long they kissed for or what time it was, all they knew was that they could carry on kissing each other forever…if they never needed to breathe again. But whatever it was that was not letting them come up for air so much, was working just fine for them.
Until they heard the sound of the front door closing.
Layla pulled away from him quickly and glanced at Warren with wide eyes. His lips were red and swollen and that let her know that he probably looked the exact same way.
The stairs creaked as someone made their way up and frantically Layla pulled Warren off the bed and shoved him towards the window.
"Yeah," he deadpanned. "Like I could fit."
"Hide in the closet," she tried to push him into the cramped space, but he didn't fit. "Oh, no!"
Warren rolled his eyes and sat on the bed. They both looked at each other and heard the person reach the top of the stairs. Her eyes widened even farther. "Under the bed…now!"
It was a tight squeeze, but Warren was successfully stashed under her bed and she gently sat down on it just was the door opened.
"Hey," Magenta said as she strode into the room.
"How was dinner?" Layla asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Magenta looked at her and then around her room quickly before she looked back at Layla.
"It was great," She said as she walked over to the bed and plopped down on it.
Layla's eyes widened in horror as she felt the bed sink lower and realized that Warren was probably being crushed. But if she acted weird in front of Mage, then she would know something was up.
She smiled at her friend, hoping that it didn't look as forced as it felt. "I'm so happy for you!"
Mage smirked at her, "Of course you are. You're happy for everyone."
Layla rolled her eyes towards the heavens. "Where have I heard that before?" She asked the ceiling sarcastically.
Mage looked at her.
"Warren was saying that I am happy when other people are happy," she clip noted for her.
Magenta smirked, "I guess he does know you better than I thought."
Layla smiled dreamily at her and laughed as she best friend made gagging noises. "Oh stop that. This is supposed to be all about me…remember?" Magenta said sassily.
"How could I forget that my two best friends went on a date and now that one of them is here, I get to press them for all the details so I can line them up with what the other tells me tomorrow when you are not around" Layla smirks at her friend.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
Magenta raised an eyebrow, "Everything?"
"Everything….from when you left. To when you got here. Leaving nothing out."
"I need a drink," Magenta said as she rose from the bed and walked over to the door. Layla got up to follow her but before they left the room, Magenta stopped and looked at the bed.
"Hey, Hot Head, are you coming or are you going to continue to hide under the bed all night?"
Warren crawled out from the bed and smirked up at her. Layla had to give him credit. Anyone else and he would have looked stupid crawling out from under the bed, but he made it look…hot. "Hey, Purple. So Stronghold didn't mess up the date?"
She crossed her arms and smirked at him. "I'm pretty sure our date was better than sitting at your work for three hours watching you glower at all the customers and then come eat with me."
"Hey," Layla called out.
"But those are tests to see if we can make our relationship work. So far so good."
Mage stared at him for a long minute before she huffed and walked down the hall.
Layla looked up when she felt Warren standing beside her. He was giving her an evil smirk. One that she had quickly realized only lead to trouble. What was he up to?
"I just thought you should know, I found these under your bed." He said gently, holding his hands up to show her a pair of her underwear. They were her Disney Cars underwear and she had been looking for those.
She reached out to grab them, but he pulled them out of reach at the last moment. Her wide eyes snapped to his. She was speechless; this was not good and it was made even worse when she looked into his eyes and realized that he had no intention of giving them back.
Warren was full on smirking as he placed the panties in his jean pocket and leaned down to kiss her gently, "I'll hold on to these, Hippy."
Next chapter will have the details of Will and Magentas date.
I didn't know how to write it for them…so I didn't.
Instead I gave us all what we wanted…Layla and Warren!