Setting Layla Afire

I dropped my arms from around Layla when I felt her jump. I thought she didn't want them there.. when she turned around however, she had this sad look upon her face.

"Why'd you let go?"

"I thought you wanted me to,"

I said quietly and wrapped my arms back around her, gazing down into her eyes. It was this... look of like needing something. But what was that something? Did she need ME? Like I needed HER? I pressed her back against the cool glass of the sliding balcony door.. I heard a moan escape her lips.

I smirked that infamous smirk of mine, seeing this look of... 'what are you going to do to me?' in her eyes. It wasn't necessarily a... 'please don't do this' type of look but... I still shouldn't be like this with her. We weren't even dating. She was still hurt over Stronghold. I didn't want to be with her for all the wrong reasons.

Though I couldn't help but fantasize about fucking her ruthlessly right at that moment. I'd thought thoughts like that for two years now. They couldn't be helped.

"You're the only guy I want to mend my heart Warren... but you don't feel for me that way,"

Layla whispered and I growled from my throat, my temper flaring a little.

"Don't ever tell me what I do or do not feel... you have no clue how I feel about you.."

"Show me then. If you won't tell me, show me."

It was as if she was challenging me. One thing she must know about me...anyone knew about me... I can't refuse a challenge. It just wasn't in my blood. I lent into her more so, pressing her even harder against the cool glass and connected our lips together.

I heard a little squeak come from her before she wrapped her lips back around mine. I heard a faint crack in the glass so I eased up on her, pulling her away from it. I picked her up into my arms, pushing her instead up against the wall in the apartment. I heard an "mmph" as her back hit the wall not too hard, but not very soft either.

Our lips never parted. A fire was building up inside of me, a familiar fire. I wasn't a novice at sexual temptation or desires. I knew Layla was. I knew she and Stronghold had maybe made it to half-way between first and second base, but I knew she'd never made a home run.

Two things in that realization happened. I pulled back from her, my lower extremities no longer pressing against hers... and I also got a very smug look upon my face. At this rate, I would be the one to take Layla's virginity. Not Stronghold. I could do that tonight... I could sweet talk my way into those flowery panties of hers....

I'm sure they are of flowers. Nothing Layla loves more than trees and flowers. After all, that is her power. Mother Nature.

But I wouldn't. I had more respect for Layla Williams than that.

"Why'd you stop?"

I heard her ask, chewing at her bottom lip. I made an "Ah, ah, ah" sound and lent in, starting to nibble at her lower lip for her, earning a moan or two from her. This made me want to go further... I knew the more I made her happy tonight, the harder it was going to be not to go all the way. To take what I was desperately desiring to take at that moment.

I only nibbled at her bottom lip a moment or two before pulling back again and releasing her, let her stand upon her own two feet. Layla looked up at me, with those big brown eyes of hers.. Beautiful.. was all I could think at that moment.

"I should get home,"

I heard her whisper ever so faintly. Internally, I pouted.. but I knew she was right. I looked at the watch upon my wrist and saw it was ten. Her parents were going to throw a fit. Though, she could get home rather fast, taking trees all along the way.

I felt a finger upon my chin, tilting my head a little from my watch. My eyes caught hers again as she stood on her tippy toes, kissing my lips lightly. I kissed her in return, tangling a hand up into her hair, as she held onto my other arm, digging her nails in very lightly, as if saying silently, she didn't want to leave.

A moment later, we were apart and I hated it. I didn't want her to go. She was a grown woman... of only sixteen years old. To me, it was as if Layla was a grown woman, an adult. I was eighteen... it was almost as if she was older than myself.

"Come see me tomorrow, straight after school?"

I asked Layla and she nodded. I followed behind her to the balcony, stepping out onto it. The tree started to grow again, much in the same fashion it had before. I was still baffled with her power.. it became more fascinating to me every single time she used it.

Layla started to climb up onto a branch but I stopped her. I took her hand,

"wait a minute... A good night kiss?"

I asked and she blushed rosy red.