Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Fire Oopsies

"Is this alright?" Wrench asks, planting kisses down your your neck, making you arch your back and whimper from his touch.

"Yes" You manage to gasp out, feeling his smile as his teeth scrape agasint your throat.

Your arms instinctively move on their own accord, reaching out to grab the pillows behind you as your toes curl.

Wrench keeps nibbling, his kisses becoming more rough, you know where this is going to go.

"Do you smell that?" He mumbles, lifting his head to meet your gaze from below.

You sniff, and smell a slight burning smell. You turn to where a candle was lit on your bedroom side table, and panic when you see the candle tipped on its side and flames are beginning to catch on the wood.

"Shit!" You shout, sitting up and headbutting Wrench. He immediately runs to the bathroom and grabs a wet towel, throwing it over the small fire.

The smoke simmers out, and you both stare at each other from across the room, stunned.

You break first, a not to attractive snort comes from you nose before you full of manic laugh, giggling and doubling over. Wrench's laugh follows, deep and slow.

"Things were definitely getting heated" He jokes, coming over to you and standing between your legs.

"Yeah, well next time you try to set the mood, let's forgo the candles" You giggle.

Wrench grins at you before leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips, slow and deep. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him on top of you, as the kiss deepenss and he bites your lip.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" You ask with a smirk.

Wrench answers by pulling off your shirt and continuing the kissing.