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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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The spy was more than a little surprised. She grabbed him by the arm and snuck down the corridor of rooms dragging him behind. They came upon a scorched metal door with the word “Pyrotechnician” in large bold letters painted across it. She quickly pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the ominous door. It came open with a groan and they entered quickly.
            “You realize that I didn’t fuck you because I like you right? In fact I think I did it out of spite,” the anger in her voice couldn’t be more evident.
            “That’s not the point. I had a pretty damn good time, you enjoyed yourself, why don’t we keep at it?” he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him. The smell of her flesh was enough to send less then Christian thoughts through his head, “Besides, you owe me, first for the rape and second for the undershirt, it was my only one,” his lips grazed her ear as he spoke.
            She couldn’t let her body get the best of her. There had to be an angle. You don’t fuck your worst enemy just to have him on your door step wanting it to happen again. That’s not how this works. Play dumb.
            “If it’s an undershirt you’re after I’ll sneak into our sniper’s van and get you one. I would like to make it perfectly clear that all is fair in love and war and I do not owe you anything,” her breath was too shallow, her heart beat was too fast. The smell of campfire mixed with his sweat was intoxicating with him so close. Her body betrayed her with a shiver from his breath on her neck.
            “Get off it, Lovely, you know why I’m here,” he laid a kiss on her neck. She stopped breathing.
            “Don’t call me that,” was her only breathy reply to his actions. What was happening to her? The voice inside her head that told her when she was getting too involved was screaming like a fire alarm but she was entranced.
            “Then what should I call you? Spook, creeper, love, m’lady…” with each pet name he placed another kiss a little further down her neck.
            She couldn’t think. Her hormones were raging. This was the second craziest thing she had done in this war. The first was earlier that day when she had her way with him. His lips were on the shoulder scar from the day before. She knew those lips, they were supposed to be spouting insults at her and cursing her name not licking and sucking at her soft flesh. His hands were on her back and her hips. She knew those hands, they were supposed to be shooting at her or hacking at her not gently caressing her back.
            Those hands. They were calloused and rough from years and years of living in the Outback and hunting game but they felt wonderful on her soft, velvet skin. The rough material of the glove on his right hand caught on the black lace of her boy shorts but it didn’t even slow him down. Those lips. They were chapped and rough from day’s work in the hot desert sun but they were traveling down her stomach leaving butterflies in their midst. She felt like it was her first time all over again.
            The idea snapped her back into reality. She shoved him to the floor. He landed in an ungraceful pile of limbs staring up at her. Her expression was blank but his was of confusion. Over his aviators he looked at her with a hint of humor.
            “Having second thoughts, Spook?” there was a hint of a laugh on his features while she remained blank.
            “If we do this we do it under my terms,” her voice was as flat as the expression on her face. “First of all I will come to you. If you are caught here I won’t help you. Secondly, you will not call me Love or any variation of. Love has nothing to do with what we are doing. Thirdly, this will not affect our work in anyway. I hate you and that is not going to change just because we fulfill a carnal need for each other on occasion, affaire?” she offered him one well manicured hand.
            “Deal,” he took her hand and she pulled him to his feet.
            “You may continue your ministrations,” a lecherous smile crossed his lips as he pulled her into his long, strong arms. He lifted her and carried her to the pyro’s bed. He laid her out before him and drank her in. He threw his hat and glasses to the ground and then his vest and shirt followed. He crawled on top of her and kissed her lips for the first time. Neither could remember how long it had been since they had been kissed.
            She didn’t allow kissing in work seduction or at least she tried to avoid it. Kissing lead to attachment. She hadn’t kissed the scout when she fucked him and she hadn’t kissed Sniper this afternoon either. It had been since the Blue scout’s mother that she had been kissed. For him it had been much longer. He didn’t get out much.
            The kiss became hard and wet with tongues delving into forgotten places and exploring this new strange territory. His fingers rubbed the lace fabric covering her wet heat. She was ready. He pulled her bra down and roughly pinched a nipple with his gloved hand. She broke the kiss with a gasp. He licked down to her chest and took the nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the nub. A moan escaped her lips. He continued to lick a trail down to her underwear and then slid them down her legs. He tasted her with a quick lick and then began to suckle her clitoris. Loud moans escaped her lips. His gloved hand went to her mouth and she bit down to stifle the sounds of ecstasy that she couldn’t hold back on her own. The clenching in the pit of her stomach told her that she was close. It wouldn’t take much more to make her go but he didn’t want her there yet. He stopped his administrations.
            She began to complain but quickly changed her mind when he began to pull the remainder of his clothes off. He threw his boots and socks into a corner and then his brown pants followed. Commando, of course. His large member was already stiff and dripping between creamy, strong thighs. She almost pounced on him but he grabbed her first. He flipped her over and pushed her knees up so that her ass was in the air. First he unhooked her bra and then he leaned down over her small frame.
            “Do you want this?” his head pushed against her entrance.
            “Yes,” she almost said no out of spite but her hormones fought her at every bend.
            “Say it like you mean it,” he growled the command in her ear.
            “Yes, fuck me, Bushman,” it came out as more of a moan than a request but he fulfilled it. He sunk into her with a groan of his own as she cried out. He touched her with one hand and used the other to stable her as he pounded into her. She did all she could not to scream as the muscles of her body tightened around him. Neither of them would last much longer. She came first with a cry and a jerk forward. The spasms of pleasure that ran through her aided him to his own orgasm. He came with and animalistic grunt and collapsed over her back. The two of them lay there breathing heavily for a moment.
            When Sniper could move he rolled off of her and onto his back, spread eagle. She stretched out like a cat and sidled up to him. She ran her hand across a scar that went from his left shoulder to the ribs under his right pectoral that she knew she hadn’t given him.
            “Wolverine,” he grunted as he looked at her.
            “What?” her train of thought was broken by his voice.
            “That scar’s from a wolverine that got me on a bad day,”
            “Heh, I must get you on a lot of bad days,” she looked in the pyro’s in table for a pack of cigarettes.
            “You don’t play fair,” she found a pack and offered him one. He declined but she went ahead and lit up.
            “I don’t play,” she stood and pulled on her panties and bra, “You need to go now,” she threw his clothes at him.
            “Are you going to come visit me tomorrow?” he started slowly pulling on his clothes.
            “We’ll see,” she was going through a drawer looking for clean lingerie to change into after a necessary shower. His arms slipped around her shoulders.
            “Don’t forget that undershirt,” with that he checked the hall for Reds and then left her alone with her thoughts. She’d done it. She was in bed with the enemy, literally.
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