Head in the Clouds

Up Close and Personal

Wren was sitting out on the deck with Bob and Fanboy trading stories about the different missions they had been on. Wren was feeling peaceful and relaxed after the day she had, but also was aching from the tackles and the throwing they had been doing that day. She groaned and tried to stretch out her arms but nothing seemed to be working.

"I've got some cream that would help with your muscles in my room Atlas," Fanboy said after Wren groaned again trying to settle into her chair.

"Do you? You're a lifesaver. Can I borrow some?"

"Go for it, but you have to get it yourself, I am too comfy to move. It is right on top of my dresser. You can't miss it."

Wren blew a kiss in Fanboy's direction and entered the second dorm house. Up the stairs there was four rooms along the hallway and Wren cursed when she realized she wasn't sure which one was Fanboy's. The door closest to her wasn't pulled shut fully. She shrugged, she had a one in 4 chance of being right. She nudged the door open, quietly knocking hoping that if it was the wrong room that the person inside wasn't asleep. She didn't see anyone in the room and spied a tube of heat cream on top of the dresser, looks like the luck was in her favour tonight. She pulled her shirt up from her back so that she could reach the back of her neck and shoulder. She sighed as the warm sensation spread across her neck, easing her pain.

"This is unexpected," Rooster's voice came from the doorway behind Wren. She froze, hand on her neck. She was sure she had pulled the door to the room shut behind her but found that it was now open and blocked with the shadowed figure of Rooster.

"What are you doing in Fanboy's room?" Wren asked, starting to rub her neck again, trying to play the situation off casually.

"I think the better question is what are you doing in my room?"

Wren looked around the room, fully taking in the belongings that were strewn around. The closet looked like it housed a Hawaiian forest, and on the bedside table was a photo of a young family that was clearly not Fanboy's.

"I seem to have made a mistake. Fanboy told me I could borrow his muscle cream and I just assumed this was his room."

Rooster raised his eyebrow and entered the room fully, nudging the door shut behind him. Wren swallowed hard, feeling the heat on her neck suddenly spread to her cheeks. 

"Well by all means, continue using my belongings. I'll just be over here wondering how my security failed so badly." 

Wren rolled her eyes and turned her back to Rooster again. She could feel his eyes on her from across the room and suddenly feeling more confident than before she held the tube out towards him.

"Do you think you could get my back?"

Wren heard a bang as he shut his dresser drawer quickly, and a yelp as he clutched his finger that he must have closed in the drawer in his haste to get closer to Wren. He took the tube from her hands, letting his fingers linger on hers for longer than necessary. His hands were big and as he spread the cream across the tops of her shoulders they almost covered her back. He moved his fingers in slow circles, with just the right amount of pressure, that Wren could feel herself melting in his hands. His hands moved slowly down her back, one finger trailing underneath the strap of her bra, and continuing down to her lower back. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and feel the pain in her lip as she bit it to keep from moaning. His hands reached around her waist and turned her slowly to face him. 

Her eyes travelled up slowly, lingering on his lips, before meeting his eyes. He kept rubbing small circles with his fingers on her waist, and Wren could tell that he must have just come from brushing his teeth, he still had a small bit of toothpaste in the corner of his mouth. Reaching her hand up she used her thumb to gently rub it away. Rooster's eyes closed as she did and Wren could feel his chest moving as his breathing increased. Moving her thumb to the center of his bottom lip, she slowly applied pressure pulling it down. The rest of his head followed. 

Wren kept her eyes open watching as Rooster's lips neared her own. The slow pace was sped up suddenly when Rooster tightened his arms pulling her closer and crashing his lips into hers. The kiss was warm and caused butterflies to create havoc in her stomach. Wren's one hand moved from his face, around his neck, and up to tangle her fingers in his hair, and the other found home on his stomach, feeling it flex and twitch as she ghosted her fingers across his skin. 

Rooster took a step forward, guiding the pair back until Wren's back hit the door. His body stayed pressed tightly up against her and his arms moved up to either side of her head, closing her in. Wren's breathing was getting shallower and quicker as her senses started taking over. Rooster moved his head down, kissing along the column of her neck, and Wren couldn't help but giggle at the feeling of his moustache tickling her neck. Rooster groaned and stopped what he had been doing, leaning his head down so that his forehead was resting on her shoulder.

"Really going to laugh at me right now Atlas? You're killing me."

This caused Wren to actually start laughing now. 

"I'm sorry it's not you. I'm just ticklish," she said gasping for air. 

"Of course you are," he said suddenly running his lips back up her neck, taking extra care to make sure his moustache dragged up every inch of skip. At the same time his fingers dug into her sides, causing her to laugh even more.

"Stop, stop, please no, I can't breathe." Wren wriggled trying to escape from Rooster's embrace when a voice came from downstairs.

"Hey Atlas, are you getting murdered up there?" 

Rooster and Wren froze, looking into each others eyes, breathing heavily into each other.

"All good Payback," she called back down. 

"Are you coming to join us? We're going to see how long it takes Hangman to lose his money to Bob." 

"Yeah I'll be right there."

Rooster's eyes went wide. 

"You're going to be right there? What about what was just going on," Rooster whispered. 

"We have to head out or everyone will be suspicious." Wren half heartedly pushed Rooster back and he connected his lips to her neck once again.

"We could just let them wonder," he said into her neck. Wren placed both hands on his chest and pushed back, immediately regretting it as Rooster stepped back, running his hands through his hair.

"Come on, let's go watch Bob destroy Hangman." 

Rooster grumbled under his breath playfully, but followed Wren down the stairs and back outside anyways. Wren settled back into the seat she had previously occupied. 

"Get everything you needed?" Fanboy asked Wren. Rooster looked over his shoulder at Wren with a raised eyebrow. She quickly looked away and back to Fanboy, simply nodding trying to hide the blush in her cheeks.