Setting Layla Afire

Other than taking a shower this morning around ten, today had been gruelingly slow. I remember waking up around seven thirty with a rather bad case of morning wood. I had been dreaming all night long of Layla. Something I wasn't use to yet...but something I wasn't a stranger to either. It'd been happening on and off for two years now.

I'd been falling for Layla for quite sometime now but, I never admitted it to myself nor to her until she had broken up with Stronghold. Well, he had broken up with her, whatever. They weren't an item any longer. They hadn't been in four months. Four months of silence when I could have been pressing her up against my apartment wall and kissing those beautiful, luscious, plump lips of hers four months ago!

Needless to say, I was pissed that I had missed so much time with Layla. It wasn't fair. Will had gotten so much and here I am, been falling in love with Layla subconsciously for two years and have spent so very little with her. That was all going to change. After last night, I have every intention of making Layla Williams my girl. I'm just afraid she won't want a serious relationship, especially not so soon after Will. I knew she was still hurt over him. Extremely.

The last thing I remember was falling asleep to a soap-opera around noon. Sky High didn't get out until three fifteen and I knew I'd be awake by then. Well, I had hoped. Apparently, I wasn't, because I awoke to a soft nibble on my ear lobe and nails digging into my bare chest. I had been asleep on the couch since noon, underneath a blanket with only boxers on. Not to say I didn't mind Layla seeing me like this. Not at all. I loved it.

Of course, I woke up a little bewildered that the Mother Nature Virgin would wake me up in such a seductive way. Tilting my head towards her, I grabbed her hand that was digging nails into my chest and laced fingers with her, a soft chuckle escaping my lips.

"Well, that was an amazing way to wake up."

I heard Layla giggle and she lent in, kissing my lips ever so softly. Our lips molded so perfectly together.. She felt so cool compared to me. I always felt as if I was running a two hundred degree fever. Then again, my body coursed with fire, I probably was that hot. But I could control that external temperature enough that it wouldn't burn my beautiful Layla.

"Did it make you happy?"

Layla asked and I nodded my head after our kiss broke, pushing loose hair out of her face. Layla always wore her hair up, or at least she did eighty percent of the time. But the poor redhead could never quite seem to get it all pulled back. There was always a little bit that would fall down into those beautiful brown eyes.

"I've never been happier Layla. Honestly."

I said softly and I noticed her cheeks turn tomato red. She was just so damned pale so it was so easy to notice.. She tried hiding her face in my chest.. I let her. It felt nice, her knelled down beside the couch and nuzzling her head into my chest as if she was lying on me. I wanted her to lie on me. I pulled her up and took her by surprise, making her lie down a top of me. Layla didn't protest to this at all. Instead, she just cuddled into my neck now, whispering into my ear,

"I thought of you all night...all day at school."

Her tongue was back on my ear lobe and I couldn't help but feel an immediate twitch in my cock...and a chill run up and down my spine. I had always imagined Layla had a naughty streak in her but I never knew how easy it would be to bring it out. Then again, I can remember Layla lashing out on me over being so violent, in love with war, hatred, destruction. She still hated all that...so why was she falling in love with me?

"Layla,"

my voice was quiet, not fiery like it normally was. She raised her head a little, propping herself up so she could gaze down into my eyes. I wasn't complaining, she had the greatest, most beautiful milky chocolate eyes in the world. Beautiful puppy dog eyes almost. I'm sure she could say the same about my brown eyes.

"I stand for everything you hate. How can you be falling so hard for me?"

It was an honest question. It was a question that needed to be asked.. and I honestly wasn't expecting the answer that I received. Layla sighed a little and looked down at my chest which I believe made her subconsciously lick over her lips then she looked back down into my eyes.

"I hate how you are Warren... but I love you for who you are. I don't like that you're pretty much a short nerve away from turning into perhaps one of the worlds most ruthless super villains...but I can't help but to love this side of you.. you're so sweet to me, kindness that I don't ever deserve,"

her hand had found my cheek and was gently stroking it now. I was going to say something when she said she didn't deserve it, but she stopped me from speaking. Apparently she had a lot to own up to. I wouldn't stop her now. I've wanted her to say these things to me for two years now...but Stronghold had always been in the way. Not anymore.

"Looking back on that night at the Paper Lantern... you liked me that night, didn't you? Yet you knew I was in love with Will.. That had to be the biggest blow that you ever took. To be falling in love with me, the girl who was hopelessly devoted to the son of the guy who sent your father away.."

"It hurt but Layla I'm over it..."

I was going to say more, but she placed her cool index finger over my searing lips. I cooled them off before they could burn her. Last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Accident or on purpose.

"I owe you so much Warren. You were there for me when Will wasn't. You're still here for me when Will isn't.. He'll only ever be half the man you are Warren.."

Her voice trailed off and I felt cool tears from her cheeks starting to fall onto my chest. I let her keep her hand upon my cheek, but I raised one in turn and started to wipe tears from her flushed red cheeks. I knew it was taking all of her strength to admit these inner most feelings to me. Layla was never one to be this open about things. She'd always been scared of rejection.

"I won't reject you Layla."

I said softly and ran my thumb along the underneath of her eyes, catching new tears. I saw her smile a smile I hadn't honestly ever seen her smile. It made me get these weird butterflies in my stomach.. I didn't deserve her...just like she said she didn't deserve me. I was sure it was the other way around. Layla Williams is certainly too good for me.