hazardous. that was the first word that came to everyone's mind when they thought of the ground.
but it appeared the ground only became hazardous when Wren landed on it.
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"Whatever it takes." He replied, his...
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Wren was a mechanic, so she knew how to handle her tools.
However, there was no manual nor class that could prepare her for the tool that was Bellamy Blake.
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t-minus 1 week
"hey, baby." noah's voice brought wren out of her work as she looked up, a small smile floating onto her lips at what he held in his hand.
"you didn't have to..." wren rose from her desk, setting her papers down and walking over, pecking him on the lips.
"i wanted to." he shrugged and handed the herbs to wren who walked over to her bed, standing on top of it and reaching for the vent.
after a moment, wren loosened it off and pulled the sheet away, also pulling out the bong. wren turned and winked at noah before tossing it to him.
the boy caught it easily and moved to the bed, sitting down and getting to work. wren carefully got off the bed after putting the vent back in place.
by the time wren had sorted and filed away her papers, noah had finished.
"come here." he requested and wren walked over, sitting on the bed next to him to face him as he took a big hit.
wren reached for it when he was done but instead he pulled it way, shaking his head no and smiling as he leaned in and kissed her, finally releasing the cloud in his lungs and pushing it into hers.
wren kissed back, her eyes closing as the calm rushed over her. after a moment noah pulled away, sharing a smile with wren who's mouth leaked smoke.
he then allowed wren to take the bong and get a proper hit. wren leaned back as it started to hit her. she just sat, peacefully, folding in on her feelings.
until there was an urgent pounding on the door.
"wren hicks, there's been a fire alert to this room. report." a guard ordered. wren's eyes widened and noah shot off the bed.
they were lucky. in a case of a fire, the door sealed to help burn out any possible fire. unfortunately, that also meant the had less than a minute before they ran out of air themselves.
"fuck. noah, what do we do?" wren demanded shakily as the stoned couple tried to accept they were going to get floated.
"it's my fault. i didn't switch off the alarm. fuck!" noah cursed as loudly as he dared, striding around the small room with his hands braced against his head.
