A/N: Thank you, Neewa, for the prompts!
A/N#2: This one will have two parts (at least:P), since Neewa was so generous with her prompts :) The first one is "seeing only glimpses of John or Wren" (I don't know why my brain went into this direction instead of the initial "see each other on the fire escape during a blackout" one :D); and the second one will be "getting hot in a cold ski lodge" since it turned out RA is a big fan of skiing.
"Drunk in Love" by Beyonce
You stumble, and everything swirls around. Wow, colours, circles and birdies… "Wren, Wren, common, girl, couple more steps," Thea sounds concerned, you feel you should reassure her, but your tongue feels funny…
"What's wrong with her?" Someone's voice suddenly drums into your brain, and you feel like snarkily answer that there is nothing wrong with you, and they should have a good look at themselves, but again, none of your muscles seems to be doing what you tell them… Thea picks you up more firmly and drags you towards the exit from the cottage. She puts you on a bench outside and kneels in front you. Her gorgeous hazel eyes swim out of the haze. You smile to her, she is so beautiful… "I love you, Thea, did you know?... Like really love you, almost for real… Like a body..." She chuckles.
"Wrennie, how are you?" The party inside the cottage is in full swing, and you suddenly feel sad that you are preventing her from enjoying it. Giant drunk tears fill your eyes, "I'm so sorry, Thea… I am ruining your night..." "Hey, hey, not your fault some wankers just don't understand what "no" means..." Your lips tremble, and you are staring into the black sky. Oh, pretty stars...
Suddenly you feel the presence of another person, but you can't lower your eyes. Somehow it feels like they rolled back into your head, and now it is too heavy to move. "Are you alright, Miss? Does your friend need help?" The voice is deep and pleasant, even through a high pitch ringing in your ears. You wave your hand in front of your face trying to clear out the sparkly purple mist in your eyes. And then you look at the bloke in front of you askew. It is too dark, you can only see a silhouette. Wow, that is a huge body! And the mane of hair makes him look even bigger. Look at those arms, massive… There is something regal and majestic in the posture... Those palms, one hand in a fist, like a sledgehammer… "Hammer… Anvil..." You sound funny and really didn't mean to say it. There is something really wrong with verbal centers of your brain in the moment.
"We are fine, ta. Some tosser threw a shot in her fizzy drink, and she doesn't drink," Thea's words reach your dazed brain. You sniff in indignation. What kind of a twat would do that to a girl? And then you realize it is your fizzy drink she is talking about. Right… It's true, you can't drink…
Thea chats up the shadow bloke for a bit more, and you think you feel a bit worse. "Thea…" She hurriedly scoots in front of you. "I think I need to go to the loo..." You really would prefer to vomit there, somehow you really don't want to manky up the white snow. Pretty snow, fluffy...
"Certainly, love, let's try to reach our lodge," she tries to lift you, but your whole body is made of Angel Delight. You giggle and realize that the reason the world looks so funny is that you are crossed-eyed. You shake your head, clearly imagining how your eyes bob in your noggin like snooker balls.
"Do you want me to help?" The shadow bloke offers gallantly. "Wren, can he help?" Right, that's your body he would have to manhandle. "Help yourself," you wave your hand in the air with flare. Or maybe you look like an inflatable man in front of a car wash. He steps closer, but your vision hasn't been fully back. All you can see is the outline of his broad shoulders and his right ear. It is a very sexy ear.
His face is suddenly very close and your vision gets assaulted by the bright blue of his eyes. You stretch your hand and touch presumingly his nose."Pretty..." He chuckles. "You are quite a stunner yourself." You puff air in indignation. "Don't flatter yourself, mister. The colour!.. 007 BA 7!" "James Bond?" Who is bladdered here? He isn't making any sense.
He picks you up in his arms, and it feels so good! He is hard, warm, and smells very nice. The spicy manly fragrance makes your mouth water. You are so comfortable too. "What about James Bond?" He did say something about James Bond, didn't he? You are trying to concentrate, but now all your have in your narrow circle of vision is his ear and temple. You touch a silver strand with the tip of your fingers. The cerulean eyes screw sideways, and he chuckles again.
"You said 007," he has an amazing voice, it's like syrup, or molasses, or that chocolate sauce they make for crepes in that bistro… "I am hungry," you whine and hide your face into his neck. And then you nuzzle his skin and press your lips to it. You can't help it, he is like the warm caramel sauce that is even better than the chocolate sauce.
He chuckles again, "Is she always like that when squiffy?" You giggle. Squiffy!.. Thea is apparently walking along, you can't really see her, you are busy studying his ear. "She is intolerant, no one has ever seen her drunk."
Suddenly you start crying loudly, large hot tears run down your face, and some probably get under the collar of his jumper as well. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob. "Oh Wrennie, what is it?" He stops, and Thea's face comes out of the haze again. "Wrennie? What is it, love?" "He said I was a frigid bitch… I was already feeling funny but he was still disgusting..." You wipe your nose with your sleeve, you normally don't do it... But you can't remember how they call the thing you wipe your nose with…
"Oh Wrennie, forget the tosser! Nothing to think about in there!" You turn and ask the ear in front of you, "Am I frigid?" You stroke it with the tip of your finger. It is a very nice ear, it will not hurt your feelings. Suddenly it disappears from your view, and there is a pair of blue eyes instead. Right, ears are attached to heads, and eyes are usually there too. These eyes are lovely, there is a smile dancing in them. Or maybe you are just drunk.
"I have known you for about five minutes, but I'll tell you, you are definitely not frigid. I have hard time keeping my libido in check from all your ministrations." "Ministry what?" You think of David Cameron and wrinkle your nose. "You are kissing my neck," he is chuckling again, "It is very arousing." "I like it," you slide the pulp of your index finger up and down a tendon on it, "It is nice, caramel and stuff." You press your lips there again. Yep, definitely tastes great.
"Alright, Wrennie, leave the bloke be," Thea is chuckling, "Honestly, she is usually very decent, uptight I would say, it's just the booze." "No offense taken, it is rather flattering." You stop listening, you are utterly distracted since you found the hollow spot between his collar bones. You stroke it with your fingers and then slide them under the collar. Mmm, the chest hair... Rough, and the muscles are so warm... His hands on you tighten. "Slow down, love," his voice sounds slightly different, "Buy me dinner first." You like this new voice, it makes you feel funny in your lower stomach. You kiss his neck again and then suck a bit on the delicious skin there. "Sure, we can have some crepes. You will be the sauce..."
And then you black out. In the unpleasant darkness that is the next fourteen hours you see weird distorted shapes of plates with dessert, your senses are flooded with masculine taste and delicious smell of scorching skin. You open your eyes and immediately regret this action. The world is ugly, dreary, the burgundy colour of the curtains is disgusting, and you moan.
You are fighting nausea for a few minutes and then still run to the bathroom. Your stomach painfully empty, you come out and drain a glass of water that Thea obviously left for you. There is a note, and it takes a while to read it. You realize you don't have your glasses, and you pretty much have to press the paper into your nose. "Left to get groceries. Call me if anything. You caught a big fish yesterday. He already called. Attagirl! T." There is an unfamiliar phone number written underneath. That is not Thea's handwriting. What an actual hell is that? And then you remember.