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Unexpected	By : Gemonie03 Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She paced her room sucking down cigarette after cigarette. She couldn’t believe herself. The blue sniper? Really? The spy stubbed out her cigarette in the ash tray on her bedside table before riffling through her clothes for her cigi case.
            “Merde,” she turned to the pyro sitting cross legged in the chair across the room, “Why don’t you smoke?” Her voice was a desperate shriek.
            “Mmumph mm mumphu,” the pyro threw a fresh pack of menthol Virginia Slims. “Mum umph mm,”
            “Thank you, I’m sorry for yelling and no I will not put clothes on. I think better naked,” the spy went back to her naked pacing and smoking.
            “Mumumph phm?”
            “I don’t really want to tell you what I did,”
            “Phm mumphm?”
            “Fine…. I had sex with someone I shouldn’t have,” she flopped backwards onto her bed with a thud.
            “Munumpha na?”
            “No! Not Scout again!” the pyro crawled excitedly into bed with her. “I’m irrational, not stupid,” she rolled on to her side to face him. “Promise you won’t judge me?” The pyro looked at her quizzically. “Blue sniper,” the pyro’s good eye went wide. “Okay, say something,” the pyro erupted into a fit of raspy giggles. He laughed so hard that he fell off the bed and was rolling on the floor. “Will you stop?” the pyro continued his fit of giggles. There was no stopping him when he was like this. “I’m in real trouble here! I don’t know what came over me!”
            The pyro did stop for that one. His remaining eyebrow lifted nearly to the ceiling.
            “Are we blaming the nymphomania or the chronic sadomasochism?” the pyro lost it again. In seconds he was back on the floor.

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            Our sniper friend wasn’t fairing well either. Instead of going to the showers after the battle he escaped to the safety of his van. He disinfected the bite on his neck and then sat back in his camp chair to rest. Every reflective surface betrayed him. They allowed him to see the torn clothes, the mused hair, the scar on his face… Not only had the Reds won the battle but she had won a very large fight in their own personal war. He couldn’t let her win. He was going to do to her what she had done to him plus some. He was going to fuck her, make her like it, make her love it. He was going to make her love him.

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            She heard the door of her bedroom creek open. The blue sniper tried his best not to wake the two forms on the bed. The pyro adjusted to the new light source by pulling more pillows over him. The Aussie slipped in the door and over to the bed. Before he could pounce on her she covered his mouth with her hand. She snatched the pyro’s mask from the nightstand and gestured to the lump of pillows snoring pleasantly beside her.
            He pulled her out of the bed. She hit the floor on her feet with knife in hand. The Aussie raised his hands to his broad, muscular shoulders. He wasn’t there to fight. She shoved him out the door and down the hall to the restroom. She made a quick check for other reds before shoving him against the sink.
            “Talk, you have three minutes,” her arms crossed over her chest.
            “Come to my van with me,” the Aussie ran a large, rough hand through his thick, brown hair.
            “Why? So you can rape me?” the words weren’t meant to be said.
            “You mean like you did me?” his honey brown eyes bore into her grey ones.
            “You can’t rape the willing,” he held her gaze despite her hissed words. The two strong willed enemies were locked in a silent staring contest.
            When the door to the bathroom started to open they both snapped their eyes to the door. Quickly, the red grabbed the blue by the collar and shoved him into a shower stall. She quickly activated her special issue disguise kit panties, wrapped her hair in a towel and smothered her face with a green avocado face mask, sorry Engie. The demoman was nearly in when she looked into the mirror and saw the bra. Shit! The panties could be forgiven the bra, not so much. She quickly unhooked it and tossed the offending item into the shower stall.
            The demoman entered, took a look at the oddly clad spy, took a piss and then turned to leave. He stopped and took in another look at the spy.
            “M’be next time ye should get some larger panties, eh Spook?”
            The spy looked to the demo with a seductive smile, “Maybe next time you’ll catch me on sexy thong day,”
            The demo laughed, “Dear God I hope not! G’night you freakin’ creep,” with that the Scottish man made his exit.

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            The sniper nearly had a heart attack when the door opened. He saw his whole life flash before his eyes. When the she-spook shoved him he was caught so off guard that he lost his footing and smacked his head against a set of shower knobs. A small trickle of blood ran down his forehead but he was too much in shock to wipe it away. A split second later a black lace bra landed on his shoulder.
            He examined the piece of fabric before tucking it in his pocket and risking a peek at the nearly naked spy. He was disappointed but he had to admit very impressed. He didn’t know where she was hiding the spy kit but it did a good job. If he hadn’t seen her moments before he would have been just as convinced she was a man as the demo was. The thing had duplicated the blue spy’s body exactly, okay so he didn’t really know how exactly, but she looked pretty much just like him from the sprinkling of chest hair to the ridiculous bulge in the black lace boy shorts. A shiver ran down the bushman’s spine thinking about all of the times that he had woken up being awkwardly cuddled by that body. Another shiver of dread and disgust.
            He quickly ducked back into the shower as the demo and the spy conversed. Something about sexy thongs triggered his interest. He risked another peek as he heard the bathroom door slam shut.
            She had pulled the towel off of her head allowing the blue spy’s graying hair to fall into her eyes. The sniper slipped from the shower twirling the lace bra on his finger and whistling a jaunty tune. She eyes him suspiciously.
            “Can I have that back now?” the male blue spy daintily held one arm over his chest while the other reached out for the bra.
            “You want this back?” the sniper’s voice was a low purr as he hesitantly offered her the bra.
            “What do you want?” the deep French was filled with a mix of boredom and anger.
            “Turn back,” an evil smirk came over the Aussie’s normally calm demeanor.
            “Really?” the venom in the borrowed voice was all too familiar to the sniper. It was all he could do not to laugh.
            “I’ll return this item to you if and only when you need it,” he pulled the bra up as if he were wearing it.
            “Fine, then you will talk to me like this,” her/his arms cross over her/his chest. The sniper laughed.
            “Fine, fine, fine, take it. That little bit ‘a fabric ain’t gonna’ help you out anyway,” the sniper begrudgingly handed the bra back to its owner. The spy pulled the bra on and hooked it in the back before powering down her disguise kit panties. The blue spy’s form disappeared in a puff of smoke and the petite form of the red spy remained. The sniper was pleasantly surprised by her looks. She was short, around 5’0” tall with steely grey eyes and copper curls sitting, albeit a little crazily, on her shoulders. He estimated that she couldn’t weigh more than 110lbs, if that. Her breasts were small, petite, like the rest of her but he thought he could work with them. Her hips on the other hand were perfect; she curved in just the right way to give her a firm, round ass. Something to grab on to.
            “What are you staring at?” She washed the green goo from her face.
            “Nothin’, so anyway, I got a proposition for you, Spook,”
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