A/N: I do not own any of the characters/places of X-Men. The character of Jessica Gion/Blaze is my own creation as is this story. The rest of the character/places belong to the creators of the X-Men films and comics.
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She thought he was going to say something, instead Warren bent his head to hers. Jessica's eyes widened as she felt Warren's lips and tongue on her cheek. His mouth was warm against her cheek, moving over her skin. He kept it there for only a few seconds, but to Jessica it felt like a lifetime. He pulled away.
"Sorry, you got some on you," he told her referring to a spot of ice cream that must have been on her cheek.
Jessica smiled back hesitantly.
"Thanks," she said turning towards the door for the second time.
"Jess?"
"Yeah," she said looking over her shoulder.
His kissed her lips taking her into his arms. His wings folding around the both of them like some satin snowy blanket. She resisted at first, then giving in to him she kissed him back. His mouth was gentle and warm. He kissed expertly and she was melting in his arms. That thought made her laugh. A pyromaniac melting. Her hand that wasn't holding the bowl touched his muscular chest. She was getting dizzy. She pulled away this time. Warren had never attempted anything like this. She didn't know that he had it in him.
"Good night," he told her letting her go. He smiled at her, his teeth just as white as his wings. She bit her lip.
Jessica nodded smiling and headed back up to her room. One hand holding the bowl and the other on her lips where Warren's had just been. When she entered the room she stopped cold. Her hand still on her lips. Pyro lay there on his stomach, his shirt tossed on the floor. The covers pulled up just past his waist.
His eyes were closed. He must be asleep, Jessica thought. She looked at his back, it was a fetish she had. She loved men's backs. Something about the place where the shoulder blades met the spine. It turned her on, especially when the guy's back was a bit muscular and chiseled.
Pyro's made her shiver with sin a little bit. His shoulder blades were distinctive, defined. She found it hard to peel her eyes from the blonde guy's skin. She wanted to run her hands down it. To feel the tension of his muscles under his skin. The tension and the spark.
"That's rude you know," he said opening his eyes.
Damn it, Jessica thought to herself. Great Jess, why don't you just jump his bones. She pushed the thought away.
"Sorry," she replied.
Pyro still just laid there unashamed that she had just been totally drooling over his body, like some ditzy teen girl. Jessica went over to her bed sitting down and pushing a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. No other person would have heard the sound Pyro did. Only those who could play with fire would have been able to. Pyro lay there with his eyes closed as he heard the sizzle of the cold ice cream melting in her mouth. The heat of her tongue turning the frozen substance to liquid in a matter of seconds. The sound made his pulse rise, it was a sensual sound to him and he looked over at her.
"What," she said mid spoonful.
He stared at her his eyes pulsating with a lustful flame. A knock on the door prevented him from answering.
"Come in," Jessica said.
Rogue opened the door and came in. Dressed in a black spagetti strap nightgown. She came over to Jessica. She eyed Pyro with a deathwatch, a bitter scowl written all over her face. She ignored him as if he weren't there. Turning instead to the person she had come to see.
"Hey Jess, sorry, I know it's late but... I know that you' re teaching those dance classes, and I was wondering if I could join in," Rogue said in that tinkling southern drawl.
"Sure, Marie whatever you'd like. I'm teaching the class tomorrow at 3:00 just stop by," Jessica replied.
"Great," Rogue told her and left the room.
Jessica sat the bowl of now melted ice cream on the night stand by the bed. She didn't want it anymore. It was then that she noticed Pyro staring at her again.
"That's' rude, you know," she said mocking him.
"Dance classes?"
"Yeah, it's something that the girls can participate in," Jessica said fiddling with the hem of her comforter.
"Pshhhh," Pyro gave a 'yeah whatever' sound.
"What's that suppose to mean," Jessica said a little edge in her voice.
"You just do it so you can get the guys in the sack don't you?"
Jessica's eyes went wide and then narrowed at her male counterpart. His eyebrows raised anticipating her answer.
"Ugh! You are so insufferable," she said throwing her pillow at him.
"Hey I'm just telling the truth aren't I? Your lips are swollen, you've been kissing someone."
"Bullshit, but whatever I'm done talking to you," she said jerking her pillow out of his hands.
"So how many have you nabbed with your 'moves'," he said using his fingers for quotation marks.
She didn't say anything back to his stupid question. Jessica sighed laying down on the bed not facing him as she tried to sleep.
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Later that night Pyro awoke to the sound of a soft moaning coming from the bed beside him. Moonlight filtered in through the blinds and he could see Jessica on the other bed. The light made her hair glow and her pale face look angelic. She was groaning softly as she jerked in her sleep.
"No, no, ugh get away from me! Get away! Ahhhh!" her heard her say as she started the twitch more violently. She was almost screaming, so loud now that he thought she might wake the dead.
Pyro got up out of the bed and walked the few steps to her. He shook her shoulder gently. It didn't wake her. He shook her harder. This time Jessica shot awake. Her survival instincts kicking in the instant her eyes snapped open. The flame was so quick to ignite in her hand, it looked like a streak of orange lightning. She turned towards her attacker ready to strike.
"Hey, hey, Jess it's just me it's Pyro." He was holding his hands up trying to show her that he wasn't trying to hurt her. What was she dreaming about that made her so edgy? He was a little freaked, she had reacted so quickly. He could see that her forehead was beaded with droplets of sweat, the fear starting to subside from her eyes.
Hearing his voice she extinguished the flame by closing her hand. Looking at him through the darkness. His hair in that 'bed head' state and his eyes catching on the moonlight. He looked like a ghost standing there in the pale rays. He was standing over her light bouncing off his chest.
"What are you doing," she said her tone a little more than high pitched. Her arms making wild movements as she talked. She seemed a little angry.
"You were having a nightmare," he told her.
"Jesus Christ," she said putting her hand to her forehead. "don't ever do that again."
With that Pyro walked back to his own bed pulling the covers over his head knowing he probably wouldn't sleep, from where he'd been unconscious for so long before this. So, he just lay there staring through the darkness making sure she slept peacefully. At least someone should sleep through the night.
Sooooooo, what did you guys think? I know it's kind of short but there was so much going on in this chapter that I didn't want to clutter it. So R & R as always. I'm onto the next chapter. :0)
