I'm Trying to Protect You (Owen Grady x Reader)
In which Owen and the reader get into a fight and Owen reveals his feelings for you.
"You want to do what?! NO." I flinched a little as Owen's incredulous voice filled my ear. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
I cleared my throat nervously, my eyes landing anywhere but on his. I knew he wouldn't take the proposition well, but we were in a tight spot. And to be quite honest we were running out of options. Part of me wanted to be furious with him. Who was he to be bossing me around? I actually thought my idea was fairly well formulated. It just… came at a risk.
"Owen, the raptors are familiar with me already." I argued. "I think they responded really well -"
"Because I was with you! Had you gone into that cage alone you would be dino chow right now!"
He had stepped closer, looming over my tiny frame as he put his hands on either side of the my head. My back pressed hard into the wall as I squirmed, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place. Almost quite literally.
"I can't allow it." He continued.
My anger reared.
"I don't care what you can and can't allow." I spat. "This creature is out there killing people. Besides we're already forced to take the raptors out anyways. Surely I can be of some help to you as an extra person. Blue knows me."
"Blue. Sees. You. As. Food." He said, punctuating each word as he spoke.
"I can help!"
"You'd only be in the way! You're not going."
Ouch. That hit a nerve.
"You don't control me." I seethed quietly, glaring at his chest.
He stepped back as if stunned.
"Why does everyone think that I have to be in control?" He groaned, his hand running over his face tiredly.
For the first time I saw the weariness in his features. He was just as tired and scared as the rest of us, if not more so. I could feel the grasp on my resolve loosening. Why did he always have this effect one me?
"Please." His voice came out as a hoarse whisper as he grabbed my hand. "I can't loose you when I've just found you."
My eyes widened as my mouth parted in surprise. Seeing my shock, Owen slowly leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet but rough kiss. I gasped a little, and feeling seemed to seep back into my pores. Before I knew it I was on fire, like whisky running through my veins. My brain was going in a million directions at ninety miles per hour. The only thing that I could grasp at was that Owen was currently kissing me. And I was liking it. We broke apart momentarily and he leaned his head against mine. My hands fisted in his vest, angry at myself when that resolve I was grasping onto crumbled.
"That was sneaky Mr. Grady." I sulked, but was rewarded with a smile from Owen.
"I know."
Oh, the cheek of him!
"This doesn't mean that you win. I'll stay with Claire, but the first sign of trouble you bet your ass I'll be on my way to help."
"You won't need to do that. Besides, I'm sure your medical talents are going to be used better with Claire and the boys. They're looking a little rough around the edges."
I rolled my eyes. "And you're not?"
"I'm naturally roguish and good looking. It's apart of the package."
I gave him another eye roll as he took my hand and led me back over to the van where Claire and the boys waited. I didn't like this one bit.
