Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Judging

I lead Wrench back to my house as rain batters San Francisco, the puddles make the night lights seem more ethereal than usual.

The FBI knows where Wrench lives, and he's on edge after the incident yesterday when they questioned him, so I offered to let him stay with me until he can find somewhere else to live.

"It's just down here on the right" I say behind my shoulder to Wrench as we quickly walk, my eyes squint at him through the downpour as I huddle my shoulders inwards to block out the cold.

A few moments later I turn and walk down the driveway, but stop when I notice Wrench isn't following.

"You live here?" Wrench exclaims, not happily.

"Yeah?" I say more like a question, as Wrench shakes his head.

"You're such a fucking fake, you fight for justice and fairness but really you're just living it up in your fucking mansion! You're no better than Dusan Nemec!" Wrench angrily exclaims, throwing his hands up and turning around to walk away.

"Fuck you! I didn't ask for this, it was handed down to me from my dead grandparents, so yeah, I'm really fucking living it up" I shout back, and he stops with his back to me.

We both stand still for a moment and I contemplate letting him walk away. But instead I sigh and say "Come in, we're gonna catch a cold standing around out here."

He silently nods and turns around as I unlock the door and let him into my home. We both stand drenched in the hallway as the rain continues to pour outside.

"I'm sorry." Wrench mumbles in the dark.

"So you should be," I say with grit, I take a step forward and back him up against the wall, "don't you ever compare me to that dickhead Dusan again."

I go to walk away but his hand catches my arm and spins me to face him, his chest presses against mine as he leans down and murmurs "You're not like him, and I said I'm sorry. Also, has anyone ever told you that you're very fucking hot when you're angry?"

My eyes widen and my mouth goes dry, I lick my lips and lean forward, but then  feel a sneeze coming on, so I turn around and sneeze.

Wrench just chuckles and places a hand on my back, "You should get out of your clothes."

I turn and scowl, before leading him to my bedroom. "You can sleep in here."

"Aren't there other bedrooms in this place?" He asks incredulously, peeking around the door.

"Yeah, but maybe I want you to stay with me" I shrug, turning around so he can't see my blush.

"Hmmm" He says, as I hear him strip off and climb into bed. I turn around and see him nestled into my duvet, his mask placed on the nightstand.

"Arw you gonna gawk or are you gonna join me?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes as I slowly undress and climb into the bed. Instead of initiating what I thought he would, instead he just grabs me and pulls me to his chest as I shiver.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this" He mumbles into my hair.

"Do what?" I ask, placing a hand on his chest and tracing his tattoos.

"Just cuddle with you, I mean do other stuff too, but to just be in the same bed as you feels right."

I smile and look up to see a small smile on Wrench's face.

"Let's get warm"