Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Got the Hots

"FUCK!" I shout, throwing my screwdriver across the room.

"Jesus, you could have murdered me" Wrench jokes, coming down the stairs of the hackerspace.

It's just me tonight, working on my drone.

"Sorry" I mutter, rubbing my forehead and going to pick up my abandoned screwdriver.

Wrench grabs it before I can and lifts it above my head, I stand and cross my arms, face reddening from anger.

"I'm not in the mood Wrench, give it back" I say to him.

"Sure, here you go" He passes me the tool but before I take it he snatches it away. "Whaat, my hand just has a mind of its own" He exaggerates, holding his hand in the air.

I huff and stomp back to my drone, using a different tool to try open a comaprent. But it's no use.

"God dammit, you stupid piece of fucking shit!" I cry at it.

Wrench slowly walks up to me, hands in the air as if to surrender, he gently places my screwdriver down on my workbench.

"You know, you're pretty scary when mad. But also pretty fucking hot" He sighs, his mask changing from X_X to <3_<3.

I sarcastically laugh before I can say something stupid.

I finally manage to open the compartment and twiddle about with the wires, Wrench looking over my shoulder.

"That wire looks more crispy than a cannibals dinner, it probably needs replacing" Wrench jokes.

I can't help but to laugh, and Wrench steps closer, backing me up until I'm pressed against the bench, we're chest to chest and my anger quickly fizzles to desire.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now" He whispers.

"Well I do have a sort of idea" I say, looking downwards and ruffling my hair.

"We can't do anything here, we could he caught and I really don't want anyone to see" I laugh, kind of embarrassed.

"Trust me, I don't want anyone interrupting either, once I start I'm not going to stop until you can't walk" He groans.

I whimper as he backs away, but then I see my reflection in my blank laptop screen, hair tousseld, sweaty and red faced, "Shit you could of told me I like savage".

"Trust me, you look sexy as hell, but please stop playing with your hair and swearing, I'm trying to keep my composure" Wrench says in a low tone.

Heat washes over my body, I glance at the half repaired drone.

"I could definitely continue this tomorrow..." I say, hoping Wrench gets the message.

"I was hoping you'd say that" He says excitedly, grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs.