A/N - Okay, so I apparently suck at updating things. Life, as always, has a habit of happening, and then here I am, not updating for nearly a year... again. Excuse this time? Well, I have none, save that the muses must only brush my brain lightly, and then that's it. I'm so sorry. Thank you my faithful readers! As always, Sky High and Warren isn't mine (wish he was, though, the things I would do to that man... *sigh*) but Angi is!

Chapter 4

Angi slid into the red leather booth inside Ciccolini's, crossing her legs as she watched him take a seat across from her. The waitress smiled as she approached, asking for their drink orders. She took an orange soda, he a root beer. She smiled softly as she looked at him, he only grinned and looked down, then back at her.

"So tell me about Warren Peace," she said with a grin as she leaned in, resting her chin on her hand, which was propped on her elbow, catlike eyes expressive with interest. He chuckled and shook his head. "Not much to tell, really. Grew up with my mother, Chinese/English Lit double major, work at the Paper Lantern, and ride a motorcycle. You?"

Angi laughed and nodded, "Fair enough. Grew up with my mom, drive a VW Bug, love the color red, psych/ music theory double major." 'Oh, and I can hypnotize you with my music, and you have fireball hands,' she finished in her mind as she nodded her thanks to the waitress that brought their drinks, asking what they wanted to order. Giving each other sheepish looks, they agreed on a pizza with everything on it, and settled in to wait. He watched as she drank from her soda, his eyes glued to her lips and how they wrapped around the straw. 'Those lips would look so much better wrapped around...' he coughed and took a long draw from his root beer, trying to hide the fact that his thoughts were going down the gutter really fast. Angi just raised an eyebrow while he tried not to look guilty. She smirked.

"A penny for your thoughts, Mr. Peace," she said softly. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, like a kid caught in a lie.

"Oh... um.. no, just thinking about the pizza, y'know." She grinned and nodded, her features taking on a teasing expression.

"Oh.. yeah, uh huh. Because you're sooo hungry, right?" she said with a playfully sarcastic tone. He laughed and nodded.

"Alright, you caught me. I was thinking about you, okay? I've seen you in class, and I've been wanting to ask you out for a while."

"Aww, was that so hard?" she asked teasingly, though inwardly she thrilled at the idea that he had been into her for some time. It wasn't like he had escaped her notice. He was HOT! Who didn't want Warren Peace, alpha male with the killer smile, to notice her? He nodded with a mock-miserable look and then grinned that disarming smile. She wanted to melt into goo, but she just reached across the table to brush his fingers with hers.

"I've been wanting you to ask me out for a while, too," she said softly as she raised her eyes to his, her gaze now shy as she bit her lower lip lightly. He looked shocked for a moment then smiled again and took her hand in his. They stayed that way until the pizza arrived, then talked of inconsequentials, and preliminary date topics, such as a favorite classes, worst professors, friends, favorite foods, and favorite literary works (since they both liked to read). It was no surprise to Angi that she enjoyed her time with Warren, though she felt the twinge of unease as if someone were watching her, assessing her. She knew that whoever had blackmailed her into getting Warren Peace's interest was keeping tabs on her date. There was also the unease of keeping this from him, feeling as if their entire date was a lie. She didn't want it to be, because as they continued to speak, she wanted to really gain his interest. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

Gallantly he paid the bill and offered his arm as they stepped out of the restaurant. "Want to walk?" he asked, unwilling to let the date end so soon. She nodded and leaned into him lightly as they turned to wander down the sidewalk. She smiled as she inhaled his scent - spicy cologne with an undertone of something more earthy, his own scent. It made her shiver and her belly do flip flops. He looked down at her quizically. "Are you cold?" he asked as he moved to put his arm around her shoulders after a moment's hesitation.

"If I say no will you take your arm away?" she asked coyly. He chuckled and shrugged.

"Maybe."

"Then yes, I'm cold," she said with a grin and put her arm around his waist, leaning into his embrace. He laughed softly and tightened his hold a bit as they walked. They stayed silent, enjoying each other's company as they ambled. They wandered to a park and she grinned as he led her to a bench, gesturing for her to sit as he took a seat beside her and put his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable against him. They fit together naturally, almost like puzzle pieces.

She listened to his heat beating against his chest while he rested his chin lightly on her head. There were no words. The initial conversation topics had happened over dinner, and neither one of them was inclined to talk, nor to ruin the mood. After a long while, she looked up him, their eyes meeting, their breaths coming out in tandem. Instinctively their heads moved closer, inch by inch until their lips met. It was a soft kiss, but it sent bolts of heat down Angi's body. She rested her hand against his chest, her other hand on his leg for leverage, as his rose to cup her cheek gently, while the one around her pressed her closer. Their kiss deepened, hesitantly, exploring, before instinct took over and they kissed some more, his lips nipping teasingly at hers, she responding in kind. He couldn't help but groan softly at her response, breaking the kiss slowly, resting his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

Her eyes had a hazy unfocused look as she opened them, smiling at him. He smiled back and brushed her cheek with his thumb, then pressing his lips against her forehead he whispered,

"I didn't want to stop, but I'll be damned if I didn't act at least a little less like a horny bastard."

She chuckled softly and nodded, "I understand. Thank you." They settled back into the bench, hearts beating a little faster, skin a little pricklier, lips a little more bruised, but ultimately happy. Eventually he leaned down to kiss her again, softly then a little harder, his lips sliding against hers, capturing them and releasing, his teeth nipping lightly at the soft flesh. She wrapped her arm around his neck and followed his lead, kissing him back, matching his want with her own. They broke apart again with soft sighs and laughed, as he took his arm from around her and reached for her hand to entwine his fingers with hers. She allowed him to pull her backto her feet and they walked back to the bike. She pulled on her helmet and held onto him as he drove the long way back to her apartment. At her door he backed her into the door, kissing her hard, again just using his lips, before stepping back and taking the helmet from her fingers. She looked up at him with a smile and he grinned that disrming smile of his. "I'll call you tomorrow. I promise. Good night, Angel," he said with a wink as he walked backward, not taking his eyes off her. She licked her lips lightly and nodded as she watched him before turning to grab her keys from her small purse and walking into the apartment complex's door. As the door shut behind her she let out a sigh, pressing her fingers to her lips. Sweet stars above could the man kiss! With a giggle she headed upstairs and up to bed, her thoughts still on Warren.

A/N - So I do apologize if this reads nothing like my last few chapters. It's been a while and I'm used to writing in forum posting style... Read, review... I'll see what I can do about updating more frequently!