Summer Wind
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Category:
S through Z › Sky High
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
3,206
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.
Code of Honor / Time to Escape
Summer Wind (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
Chapter 7 - Code of Honor / Time to Escape
Jameson lay on Warren’s chest, tracing circles around his nipples. She would need to get up and go run soon. In stead of sapping her energy, her afternoons spent with him always left her feeling energized and refreshed.
With her ear pressed against his ribs, she could hear his heart pounding a staccato beat that she knew matched her own. Thinking of the past hour brought a smile to her face, and she looked up to find him watching her.
She glanced back down, trying to hide the pleasure that his attention bought to her. “So, have you finished Beowulf?” she asked to distract him.
“Yeah, last night. Since you weren’t allowed any phone calls, I had nothing else to do when I came home from work.”
“Yeah, my dad’s pretty pissed about catching us in my car last weekend.” She grinned remembering the expression on her father’s face.
“It was just asking for trouble, parking in front of your house. I should never have let you talk me into it.” Warren shook his head remembering the scene. “Glad we were still both dressed. Lucky your dad didn’t kill me as it was.” Try as he did, she was still able to persuade him to act against his better judgment sometimes. He was just glad she considered this ‘being good.’ He couldn’t imagine the trouble they’d be in if she wanted to be bad. Keeping Jameson on the straight and narrow was proving to be harder than Warren had imagined.
“So…What did you think about the book?” She ran her hands down his ribs to the fine trail of dark hairs leading down from his navel.
“So glad that when you’re with me, all you can think of is a 1300 year old poem.” Despite the sarcasm in his tone, she felt the muscles tighten in his abdomen as she ran her fingernails back and forth across his tan line.
“The heroic code of honor that defines the story is quite interesting. The warrior culture that was prevalent at the time the poem was composed is important to understanding the story. Beowulf is the perfect hero. Though there is a clear division between the heroism of Beowulf as a youthful warrior and then later as a wise king. The story really centers on how he makes this transition from one to another.”
“Yeah, thought you’d pick up on that whole code of honor thing.” She stared off into space, pondering his answer for a few moments. “What are you going to do after high school, Warren?” She glanced up to watch his face.
“You know what I’m going to do,” he said, puzzled by her sudden change in subject.
She saw the confused look on his face. “Running around saving girls in the park can’t be all that you do. Won’t really pay the bills. And supposedly you’re going to have some down time. What are you going to do with your free hours?” She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked into his eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to have some kind of secret identity, alter ego, or something like that…”
“Yeah, we’ve been working on that at school, lately, but I haven’t come up with much.” Warren stared up at the ceiling. “I mean, its okay if Will can’t come up with any ideas, he can just go into the family business. But that won’t work so well for me. I’ve been kinda stuck, so I’ve been putting off the goals sheet I was supposed to turn in last week.”
“Have you thought about journalism? I’m serious,” she said when she saw the look of disbelief on Warren’s face. “Did you listen to the answer you just gave me about Beowulf? I could help you apply to some schools. You could take a few classes, see if you like it. You’d be terrific at it. You’ve got a great style. The world would love you…” She lay her head back down on his chest and listened to his heart beat. “… as much as I do,” she whispered to herself.
She knew she wasn’t ready to lose him to that world yet. Did heroes have regular lives as part of their secret identity? Damn, when had she fallen for him? She had promised herself she wasn’t going to do that.
She listened to his heart beat some more, and suddenly she wasn’t as ready to leave this town as she had been an hour earlier.
Chapter 7 - Code of Honor / Time to Escape
Jameson lay on Warren’s chest, tracing circles around his nipples. She would need to get up and go run soon. In stead of sapping her energy, her afternoons spent with him always left her feeling energized and refreshed.
With her ear pressed against his ribs, she could hear his heart pounding a staccato beat that she knew matched her own. Thinking of the past hour brought a smile to her face, and she looked up to find him watching her.
She glanced back down, trying to hide the pleasure that his attention bought to her. “So, have you finished Beowulf?” she asked to distract him.
“Yeah, last night. Since you weren’t allowed any phone calls, I had nothing else to do when I came home from work.”
“Yeah, my dad’s pretty pissed about catching us in my car last weekend.” She grinned remembering the expression on her father’s face.
“It was just asking for trouble, parking in front of your house. I should never have let you talk me into it.” Warren shook his head remembering the scene. “Glad we were still both dressed. Lucky your dad didn’t kill me as it was.” Try as he did, she was still able to persuade him to act against his better judgment sometimes. He was just glad she considered this ‘being good.’ He couldn’t imagine the trouble they’d be in if she wanted to be bad. Keeping Jameson on the straight and narrow was proving to be harder than Warren had imagined.
“So…What did you think about the book?” She ran her hands down his ribs to the fine trail of dark hairs leading down from his navel.
“So glad that when you’re with me, all you can think of is a 1300 year old poem.” Despite the sarcasm in his tone, she felt the muscles tighten in his abdomen as she ran her fingernails back and forth across his tan line.
“The heroic code of honor that defines the story is quite interesting. The warrior culture that was prevalent at the time the poem was composed is important to understanding the story. Beowulf is the perfect hero. Though there is a clear division between the heroism of Beowulf as a youthful warrior and then later as a wise king. The story really centers on how he makes this transition from one to another.”
“Yeah, thought you’d pick up on that whole code of honor thing.” She stared off into space, pondering his answer for a few moments. “What are you going to do after high school, Warren?” She glanced up to watch his face.
“You know what I’m going to do,” he said, puzzled by her sudden change in subject.
She saw the confused look on his face. “Running around saving girls in the park can’t be all that you do. Won’t really pay the bills. And supposedly you’re going to have some down time. What are you going to do with your free hours?” She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked into his eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to have some kind of secret identity, alter ego, or something like that…”
“Yeah, we’ve been working on that at school, lately, but I haven’t come up with much.” Warren stared up at the ceiling. “I mean, its okay if Will can’t come up with any ideas, he can just go into the family business. But that won’t work so well for me. I’ve been kinda stuck, so I’ve been putting off the goals sheet I was supposed to turn in last week.”
“Have you thought about journalism? I’m serious,” she said when she saw the look of disbelief on Warren’s face. “Did you listen to the answer you just gave me about Beowulf? I could help you apply to some schools. You could take a few classes, see if you like it. You’d be terrific at it. You’ve got a great style. The world would love you…” She lay her head back down on his chest and listened to his heart beat. “… as much as I do,” she whispered to herself.
She knew she wasn’t ready to lose him to that world yet. Did heroes have regular lives as part of their secret identity? Damn, when had she fallen for him? She had promised herself she wasn’t going to do that.
She listened to his heart beat some more, and suddenly she wasn’t as ready to leave this town as she had been an hour earlier.