Summer Wind
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Category:
S through Z › Sky High
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,218
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sky High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 19 - Ocean
Summer Wind
Chapter 19 – Ocean
Clouds obscured the moon, but her eyes had adjusted to the darkness early on. The tide was going out. The beaching was growing, the ocean slipping slowly away from them, like so much lost time that they couldn’t bring back.
Jamie leaned back against Warren and contemplated the melted sand at her feet. She watched as Warren swirled the liquid with his fingertips innocuous to the extreme heat emanating from the fluid glass. The molten glass dripped from his fingers the way that the ocean water had dripped from Jamie’s arms moments before during their midnight swim.
Jamie listened to the waves crashing on the beach, and watched Warren shape the molten glass in to a heart shape. She considered the shape then looked back to find Warren watching for her reaction.
“Too corny?” he asked.
“Slightly, but better than a unicorn or swan,” Jamie teased.
Warren covered the glass puddle with a metal bucket to prevent Jamie from accidentally touching it before it cooled.
“Look at the sky. Isn’t it gorgeous? You couldn’t have picked a better night.” Jamie studied the clouds drifting across the sky to cover sections of the full moon.
“Didn’t really have a choice of nights. Had to go with the night that LightSpeed had free to bring us here.” Warren admitted, wrapping his arms around Jamie when he felt her shiver in the midnight breeze.
“LightSpeed? That’s kind of weak. Don’t they offer ya’ll a class on choosing names so you don’t sound so goofy.” Jamie pulled at a few of the hairs on Warren’s arm just to see if she could get him to flinch. Despite being impervious to heat, and having an unbelievably high tolerance to pain, if she caught him unaware, she could sometimes get a reaction.
“Nope, missed that memo. Coach Boomer thinks I should just go with ‘Hothead’. What do you think?”
Jamie could feel Warren’s breath warming her neck, and the heat emanating from his body was keeping her warm, despite the chilly April breeze blowing in with the ocean waves.
“You need something from the classics, not from gym class.” She leaned back into his warmth, thinking of the blankets that they had spread out between two of the sand dunes when they had first arrived.
“Exactly what do you consider to be classy,” Warren breathed huskily into her ear.
“Classics, not classy. You know, like from the Greek myths.” With Warren pressed so hard against her, Jamie was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on their conversation. Her thoughts kept drifting to the secluded spot where they had left their blankets.
“I don’t actually remember studying Myths and Legends,” Warren said, leaning forward against Jamie, chin on her shoulder.
“You’re telling me that as potential heroes, you’re not required to read about the origins of the first heroes?” Jamie turned so that she could see Warren’s profile.
“Not saying that, I’m just saying that I don’t remember it.”
Sometimes Jamie couldn’t tell when Warren was being serious, and when he was being facetious. His humor was so dry.
“Did you have any particular legend in mind?” Warren entwined his fingers through Jamie’s, mostly to stop her from pulling any more hairs from his arm, than as a sign of affection.
“Yeah, I did actually,” Jamie pulled Warren’s arms tighter, wrapped in his embrace she always felt invincible. Of course that usually meant that she ended up doing something foolhardy later on. “Prometheus, one of the Titans, during the time of Zeus. He felt pity for mortals, and brought fire to the world. He gave them warmth and tried to protect them. Of course, Zeus was pretty ticked that Prometheus had stolen the fire from the gods, and punished him by chaining him up and letting a vulture peck out his liver everyday.”
Warren winced, “Ouch, that’s harsh.”
Jamie shrugged, and looked back over her shoulder at Warren. “I don’t think Prometheus regretted his actions, I bet he would have done it all over again.”
Warren laughed, “Knew him pretty well, did you? Didn’t know you were that old.”
“I feel like it some days,” Jamie sighed. She thought of the blanket again, and tried to figure out how much time they had left until LightSpeed would be back to pick them up.
Warren leaned his head against Jamie’s shoulder again. “Prometheus, bringer of fire, champion of the mortals.”
“Yeah.” Jamie stood up and reached for Warren’s hand.
Jamie pulled Warren to his feet, as he said, “Aren’t you forgetting the part where Zeus drowns the world and all mortals as part of his revenge?”
Jamie started down the path between the sand dunes, Warren trailing after her. She glanced back at him. “Thought you didn’t know your Greek gods.” She paused. “It’s still a good name. Bringer of fire, protector.”
“Yeah, I know.” Warren followed her willingly.
Reviews gladly welcomed.
Chapter 19 – Ocean
Clouds obscured the moon, but her eyes had adjusted to the darkness early on. The tide was going out. The beaching was growing, the ocean slipping slowly away from them, like so much lost time that they couldn’t bring back.
Jamie leaned back against Warren and contemplated the melted sand at her feet. She watched as Warren swirled the liquid with his fingertips innocuous to the extreme heat emanating from the fluid glass. The molten glass dripped from his fingers the way that the ocean water had dripped from Jamie’s arms moments before during their midnight swim.
Jamie listened to the waves crashing on the beach, and watched Warren shape the molten glass in to a heart shape. She considered the shape then looked back to find Warren watching for her reaction.
“Too corny?” he asked.
“Slightly, but better than a unicorn or swan,” Jamie teased.
Warren covered the glass puddle with a metal bucket to prevent Jamie from accidentally touching it before it cooled.
“Look at the sky. Isn’t it gorgeous? You couldn’t have picked a better night.” Jamie studied the clouds drifting across the sky to cover sections of the full moon.
“Didn’t really have a choice of nights. Had to go with the night that LightSpeed had free to bring us here.” Warren admitted, wrapping his arms around Jamie when he felt her shiver in the midnight breeze.
“LightSpeed? That’s kind of weak. Don’t they offer ya’ll a class on choosing names so you don’t sound so goofy.” Jamie pulled at a few of the hairs on Warren’s arm just to see if she could get him to flinch. Despite being impervious to heat, and having an unbelievably high tolerance to pain, if she caught him unaware, she could sometimes get a reaction.
“Nope, missed that memo. Coach Boomer thinks I should just go with ‘Hothead’. What do you think?”
Jamie could feel Warren’s breath warming her neck, and the heat emanating from his body was keeping her warm, despite the chilly April breeze blowing in with the ocean waves.
“You need something from the classics, not from gym class.” She leaned back into his warmth, thinking of the blankets that they had spread out between two of the sand dunes when they had first arrived.
“Exactly what do you consider to be classy,” Warren breathed huskily into her ear.
“Classics, not classy. You know, like from the Greek myths.” With Warren pressed so hard against her, Jamie was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on their conversation. Her thoughts kept drifting to the secluded spot where they had left their blankets.
“I don’t actually remember studying Myths and Legends,” Warren said, leaning forward against Jamie, chin on her shoulder.
“You’re telling me that as potential heroes, you’re not required to read about the origins of the first heroes?” Jamie turned so that she could see Warren’s profile.
“Not saying that, I’m just saying that I don’t remember it.”
Sometimes Jamie couldn’t tell when Warren was being serious, and when he was being facetious. His humor was so dry.
“Did you have any particular legend in mind?” Warren entwined his fingers through Jamie’s, mostly to stop her from pulling any more hairs from his arm, than as a sign of affection.
“Yeah, I did actually,” Jamie pulled Warren’s arms tighter, wrapped in his embrace she always felt invincible. Of course that usually meant that she ended up doing something foolhardy later on. “Prometheus, one of the Titans, during the time of Zeus. He felt pity for mortals, and brought fire to the world. He gave them warmth and tried to protect them. Of course, Zeus was pretty ticked that Prometheus had stolen the fire from the gods, and punished him by chaining him up and letting a vulture peck out his liver everyday.”
Warren winced, “Ouch, that’s harsh.”
Jamie shrugged, and looked back over her shoulder at Warren. “I don’t think Prometheus regretted his actions, I bet he would have done it all over again.”
Warren laughed, “Knew him pretty well, did you? Didn’t know you were that old.”
“I feel like it some days,” Jamie sighed. She thought of the blanket again, and tried to figure out how much time they had left until LightSpeed would be back to pick them up.
Warren leaned his head against Jamie’s shoulder again. “Prometheus, bringer of fire, champion of the mortals.”
“Yeah.” Jamie stood up and reached for Warren’s hand.
Jamie pulled Warren to his feet, as he said, “Aren’t you forgetting the part where Zeus drowns the world and all mortals as part of his revenge?”
Jamie started down the path between the sand dunes, Warren trailing after her. She glanced back at him. “Thought you didn’t know your Greek gods.” She paused. “It’s still a good name. Bringer of fire, protector.”
“Yeah, I know.” Warren followed her willingly.
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