Typhoon - Pt 2

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"Hey, Y/N." A voice brought you out of your doze and though your body protested you forced your mind out of the sleepy state that you were in and opened your eyes. Owen was standing over you with a bowl and spoon. Forcing yourself upright and trying not to get to offended at Owen's hand on your arm helping you up you gave a tired yawn and a smile. He passed you the bowl and spoon of what you now saw to be macaroni, and all at once you realized just how famished you were, forgetting completely that you had skipped lunch.

"Thank you!" You cheered and began to eat as he took the other end of the couch, both of you facing each other stretched out so that your legs ran beside each others. You two began to share funny stories from childhood. and by the end of the conversation you were both laughing hysterically. Taking another bite of noodles with a thoughtful look at Owen you realized just how funny he truly was. He looked like the big scary raptor trainer when he was working but the second he got off of the cat walk and down with the squad, you, and Barry, he was honestly just a big goofball.

Just as you opened your mouth remembering another funny experience you had the lights in the trailer flicked off, making you tense up. "Shit." You heard Owen spit, and felt his weight shift off of the couch as he muttered something about, 'stupid' and 'can't hold a charge'. You shifted uneasily, "Owen? What's wrong?" mentally cursing how small your voice sounded. "What? Oh, the stupid battery died. I don't know why the hell- uh well, it was just supposed to last longer... I had to pack the solar panels up with tarp so that they wouldn't be damaged, not that they would be collecting sunlight..." he trailed off into mutters again. You felt yourself begin to shake slightly feeling as though doom was impending.

As if sensing your panic Owen spoke up again. "It's not a problem really, I was expecting it to happen sometime tomorrow, I'm all prepped and stuff!" You heard his foot steps and then him rummaging around before the familiar light from a flashlight flicked on illuminating his face from below. He gave you a creepy grin. "Wanna tell scary stories around a campfire?" he said in a high-pitched voice and you just chuckled and gave an eye roll. He brought you a flashlight of your own, and after dealing with the dishes from your supper he announced that it was probably time to get some sleep.

You trudged up the stairs slowly ignoring the shaking of your legs and bringing the blanket with you, Owen cursed once again. "Okay, so originally when you showed up my plan was that the heater would be working and I could sleep on the couch while you used the bed, and by the second night I would have already seduced you so we wouldn't have had to worry about the whole 'sharing a bed for heat' thing. But seeing as the heater died early I just wanna mention how stunning you look tonight." He leaned against the wall, and gave you a grin.

"I have no problem sleeping with you Owen." You rolled your eyes failing to hide your humored smile, and he just wiggled his eye brows. "Well, I'm not surprised. That's what most girls do when they come here." he shone the flashlight at you, as you wrinkled your nose. "What a classy thing to say when I'm just about to lay down on this now clearly well used bed." and he just gave a cackle. "Who said that the bed was involved." you just cringed and shouted "TMI!" causing him to laugh once again.

You moved over to the bed which was layered with about fifty-thousand blankets, while Owen moved over to the other side of his bed, watching closely to see if you needed help which you gave an eye roll at. You tucked yourself under the covers trying to think of ways that could prevent this from becoming awkward. But you were surprised when Owen shamelessly crawled into the bed right next to you, curling towards you rather than turning his back as you had expected him to.

Without even realizing it, your breathing picked up. It was a little known fact that over the years of working with him you hand grown quite... 'fond' of Owen. You knew this was more than just a petty little crush, this was a fiery affection towards him, and something more... But it had always embarrassed you because the two of you were so close, sure he constantly flirted with you, but you always interpreted it in a friendly way. It also didn't help that you were younger than him having been pulled right out of your second year of University to join the IBRIS project when he was pulled from the Navy.

"Y/N?" His voice startled you slightly. "Yeah Owen?" you replied trying to ignore your quickening pulse. "Am I making you nervous?" He questioned rather calmly. Confused as to why he would even ask that question there was a pause. You felt as though your heart had skipped a beat, and choking back the waver in your voice you replied, "No.", but stayed as still as stone. "Your shaking." he replied not sounding convinced of your answer, and you did your best to try and relax. You felt him shift closer "Don't be so jumpy."

He placed a careful hand on the curve of your waist and it sent tingles across your skin. Feeling you tense up he sighed out an apology, and turned around so that the two of you were back to back. Confused, and slightly guilty, you didn't know how to react to the situation so you just whispered a small, goodnight. Laying there awkwardly your mind became too tired to think about Owen's strange actions before your eye lids grew to heavy and you were whisked away into sleep.

 A U T H O R ' S   N O T E 

There is most likely going to be a part three to this... it may take a bit longer.

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