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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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Over the next six months things began to go back to normal. The BLU spy stopped trying to show up naked in the BLU snipers shower and returned to his typical trying to grope the sniper while cloaked and hiding in his van. The RED spy went back to brutally murdering both of the afore mentioned BLUs. By Smissmas cease fire it was almost as if nothing had happened at all. Except for the fact that RED spy and BLU sniper hadn’t had a single tussle and instead RED pyro seemed to visit the BLU nest a little more often.
            It was Smissmas Eve and all through Teufort not a creature was stirring… Yeah, that’s not even remotely true. Actually, the RED spy was cloaked and sneaking into the neutral zone. This time she was completely sober and bearing a peace offering of left over Smissmas Eve spaghetti and meat balls. She daintily knocked on the BLU sniper’s door with one leather gloved hand. The man came to the door, took one look at her and slammed the door shut. The RED reacted by rolling her eyes, picking the rusted lock and entering uninvited.
            “Get the fuck out of my home,” the Aussie had a gun pointed right at her in anticipation of her move.
            “I come in peace, mon cher,” she raised her empty hand to her shoulder while offering the plate of food to the armed man.
            “Put the plate on the table and come closer,”
            She did as she was told. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her even closer so that he could pat her down. After removing her hand gun, butterfly knife and shoes with hidden blade in the toe, the sniper released her and even lowered his weapon.
            “Well, now that the friendly introductions are over, I just came by to deliver you some Smissmas cheer and maybe make amends for my irrational actions that have brought us to this point in our… relationship,” she leaned against the wall of the van.
            “First of all, we don’t have a relationship; we have a contract to murder each other every day for another four years. Secondly, is this an admission of guilt? I didn’t think you felt guilt if you can feel at all,”
            “You are a stupid, stupid man, you know that?” she mumbled something in French under her breath that the sniper couldn’t make out.
            “How am I stupid? You made me put my fucking cock in another man’s ass and you expect me to just, what, forgive you? I don’t think so you bloody cunt!”
            “You don’t understand anything! If you knew what I know you would shut the fuck up and just accept that I was drunk, homicidal and PMSing. We live in a world where it doesn’t matter what you do today because you’ll go to respawn and be good as new tomorrow!”
            “So what, now you’re insulting my intelligence? Tell me one thing that you know that I don’t! One good reason for what you did,”
            “The pyros are orphaned children with troubled pasts that TF industries raises, drugs and forces into war. The next generation is already being brought up. Oh, and your pyro is a very sweet young man who tied his abusive mother to her bed and then burned the house down with her in it when he was eight years old. He’s actually very attractive if you can get around the scars from having his mouth sewn shut or the scars from having a knife run over all of his limbs repeatedly for years. Did I mention that after they’re done here they get shipped off to a mental institution where they’ll spend the rest of their lives in isolation?” strangely enough she never raised her voice.
            The sniper was speechless.
            “Nothing to say? No snide remark? No witty retort?” she crossed her arms over her stomach.
            “What does this have to do with you making me and the other spook do the dirty?”
            “I’m in charge of him, Bushman, I love him. When he’s like that I just get a little… emotional,”
            “Wait, what? Who? How? What?” Sniper was so confused that his anger toward her was forgotten for the moment.
            She didn’t reply verbally. Instead she punched him in the face. The unexpected blow caused him to fly back and land in his bed. His hand went to his jaw.
            “What the hell is fucking wrong with you?” he tore from the bed in anger just in time to take another fist to the face. Instead of getting back up he tripped her. She caught herself with her hands just before face planting on the floor. The enraged sniper grabbed for her as she rolled away. They both scrambled to their feet. He made the first move, pinning her against the flimsy camper wall. She glared up at him and him down at her. Using his death grip on her wrists she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist before violently pressing her lips to his.
            The sniper was, needless to say, a little shocked by her sudden lustful action. He released her wrists and immediately grabbed on to her ass, pulling her as close to him as possible while still fully clothed. His mind and cock fought for dominance in the situation. His mind screamed at him about the morality of what he was doing while his cock merely said, “Fuck Her Hard,” guess who won. The sniper kissed her back with reckless abandon.
            “Wait, wait, wait,” he dropped the she-spy onto his cot, “didn’t you just say you were in love with someone else?”
            “I didn’t say I was in love,” she unbuttoned his blue shirt and sucked his neck. The growl that escaped his lips was more than enough to encourage her to continue her treatment. She never did replace his undershirt. Her tongue caressed one of his nipples and he shuddered with a sigh. In response she bit him, hard.
            “God, damn it woman!” he shoved her away from him. She hit the wall of the camper with a thud. He was on her in less than a second. He grabbed her by the lapel of her red jacket and roughly shoved her down onto the bed. The Aussie’s large hands tore open her dress shirt to reveal her lack of a bra. She swiped his glasses from his face while he suckled at her pale French flesh. He unbuttoned her dress pants and continued to lick and kiss her sensitive skin. She responded by kneeing him in the gut. He crumpled up and rolled off of her. She stood and stripped. A growl came from deep in the Australian’s throat at the sight of her. Pain forgotten, he quickly leapt from his bed and tore off his pants. He tackled her, causing the whole van to shift forward. She shoved him forward onto the bed and mounted him. They both nipped and bit at each other, fighting for control. He finally was triumphant, pressing himself into her, groans escaping from both of them. He pulled himself nearly all the way out and then pounded back into her. A half moaned scream of pleasure escaped her lips at the familiar intrusion. She alternated between touching herself and gently squeezing his testicles.
            She could feel herself coming to that wonderful peak. The heat in her stomach was becoming nearly painful as every muscle in her body tightened. Her head fell back in a silent scream of pure pleasure. Her internal muscles tightened around his thick length, squeezing him to his own release. He saw stars as he came deep within her with a loud groan. He pulled out and rolled over to lie beside her. Neither could talk, they could barely breathe. They just laid beside each other listening to the sounds of each other panting in post coitus ecstasy.

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            The spy didn’t want to open her eyes as the sun streamed in through the dusty camper windows. The muscular arms around her waist were warm and comfortable. She could feel the sniper’s face buried in her hair and his stubble covered chin rub against her neck. It was all too wonderful. She decided to indulge herself in the comforting moment for a minute longer before stretching and then crawling out of bed.
            She thought about pulling on his larger blue shirt but instead pulled on her own white dress shirt before starting a pot of coffee. She checked her watch, 6am, she still had three hours before the rest of her team woke up to celebrate Smissmas. She had actually bought them things this year instead of just giving them random pieces of shrapnel. She felt like since they had been together now for nearly six years that they actually deserved something nice from her. She was almost as excited to give them their gifts as she was to get the box of mail from her loved ones. A whole year’s worth of letters and care packages kept from them by the Administrator was plopped down in front of each of them every Smissmas.
            She sighed and looked out the window in the kitchenette. Rough, warm hands pulled her from her thoughts as they rubbed her shoulders. Any remaining tension melted from her body as the hands worked their way down her back.
            “Merry Smissmas,” his rough, Australian voice growled in her ear. Without warning he entered her from behind. A yelp escaped her and she gritted her teeth against the not totally unwelcomed intrusion. He wrapped an arm around her middle for control while his ungloved hand touched her. It wasn’t long before the two of them were all moans of passion and rhythm. This time he came first and she followed. Mmmmm, quick and rough.
            He pulled out allowing his seed to run down her legs. He tossed her a towel before pouring two cups of coffee. She quickly wiped herself down before taking the second cup which read #1 son.
            “Merry Smissmas to you too,” she smirked before taking a sip of the hot bitter liquid. She leaned back against the kitchenette, touching her head against a cabinet just to pull away quickly in pain. Her hand daintily touched the back of her head. Her fingers met a large lump and hair crusted with blood.
            “Guess we did a number on each other last night,” the Aussie replied while looking at his bruised and swollen face in a spoon.
            “But it was fucking fun,” she smirked behind her coffee cup.
            “Not gonna lie, best sex I’ve ever had, lo…” he caught himself, “spy,”
            She quirked an eyebrow at him.
            “Giselle,” she slowly setting down the cup.
            “What?”
            “My name is Giselle,” she stretched an arm over her head, “but you can only use it when I’m here. Call it your Smissmas present,” she stretched the other arm and then picked the coffee cup back up.
            “I’m Clive,” he offered her his ungloved hand to shake. She took it.
            “Do you think you could do me a favor and put your pants on?” she pointed to the article of clothing in question. With a smirk he did as she asked. “How many of these are mine?” she asked as she ran a hand over the scars on his taught chest. She went behind him and her hand met the thick, oddly shaped scar of repeated backstabs. “Well, I know I did this one,” she could feel a shudder run down his spine.
            “Please, don’t touch that,” his voice was icy.
            “Of course,” she came back to his front. “I need to go,” she quickly pulled on her clothes.
            “Hey, you don’t have to go, Giselle, you could stick around. I’ll make breakfast,” he grabbed her arm and spun her around.
            “We aren’t dating, I don’t need breakfast and I have to get back before anyone, other than the pyro, notices I’m gone,” she pulled away from him and finished dressing before disappearing into thin air.

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            “Why did I do that?” Clive asked to no one but himself. He had spent the last half hour banging his head against the cabinet above the counter.

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            Smissmas morning is a time of joy in the RED base. At 9am everyone sits down for a breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs lovingly made by the pyro. Then at 10am everyone heads down to the rec room where they are met by large boxes with each of their names on them. This year was no different. Everyone sat down in front of their box and then one by one each person gave out the presents that they got for everyone else.
Giselle was disguised, as usual, and had showered and changed before breakfast. She had her own large box of presents for distribution sitting in front of her and a smirk on her face. Her hand rested on the pyro’s for a brief moment when the fire bug noticed that he actually had mail this year with an excited, “Hudda!”
The gift exchange began with the scout who gave everyone a can of Bonk! soda and a high five. For Scout this was quite the gesture. Next up was the soldier who gave everyone his traditional gift of The Art of War by Sun Tzu, which was met with the team’s traditional groans of disappointment. The Demoman’s gift was not really appropriate for the time of day but was gratefully accepted being a bottle of Scrumpy. After the demo, went the sniper who did what Giselle normally did. He gave everyone a piece of shrapnel that he thought looked pretty awesome. The medic gave everyone a copy of his CD, A Time to Weep, which featured him on the violin while his doves chirped in the background. Heavy followed his lover by giving everyone their very own sandvich. Engie, in what could only be called the best Smissmas spirit ever, gave everyone a pocket sized, fully functional sentry. The pyro, who was more bubbly than ever before, gave everyone either a lighter or a box of matches, which was an improvement on last year’s lit bombs.
Soon it was the RED spy’s turn. She was a little nervous about giving them her well thought out presents considering the pile of near crap she had just accumulated. She composed herself mentally, she’s always composed physically, and then began placing the items in the laps of her teammates. Soldier opened his first and a smile came over his normally psycho face as he realized that he was holding a small statue of Sun Tzu. Seeing the excited look on the soldier’s face the Heavy decided that the presents were safe, unlike the year she ransomed their loved ones for fun. He tore into the paper to reveal something silky and note that read, “Wear this tonight. It’ll drive your medic wild,” He blushed before tucking the whole thing into his box of mail. The medic opened his with clinical decision. An evil grin spread across his face as he raised the medieval torture device up for inspection. The RED sniper went next, expecting a dead bird or something, and was pleasantly surprised to find a very nice riffle scope instead. The demoman went next and nearly fell out of his seat at the fine Scottish whisky he held in his hand. Next up was Scout and the disappointment at the small item in his hand was written on his face in fifty different languages. Though, when he opened it his eyes became the size of tea cup saucers. The Honus Wagner baseball card was in near mint condition and framed to keep it that way. The boy couldn’t contain his over whelming joy and pounced on the spy. It took both the heavy and the soldier to pull him off of her. Tears came to the engineer’s eyes as he opened the framed photo of him and his family sitting around the first sentry that he had build for TF Industries. Finally it was the pyro’s turn. She didn’t give him his real gift in front of the other guys but she did give him a work gift. He pulled from his box a brand new flare gun and matching gas mask. He gave her a quick squeeze of a hug to acknowledge his appreciation.
Everyone was more than impressed with their gifts.

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            “Thank God that this day is fucking over,” the spy fell back onto the pyro’s bed.
            “Mumuph!” the pyro agreed as he fell back next to her.
            “Oh, I almost forgot,” she pulled a large box from under the bed, “this is for you, Jim,” she slid the box onto the bed beside the pyro. He opened it without hesitation. He pulled out a pair of jeans and several t-shirts with various images on them. At the bottom of the box was a pair of Converse hi tops and some socks. “Know how you were asking about ‘normal’ clothes? Well, I got you some,” the pyro picked her up and swung her around in a giant bear hug. “Okay, okay! Put me down!” the pyro obliged by dropping her on the bed and then grabbing a small box from his dresser.
            “Hudda,” he handed her the box.
            She opened the box to find a small silver heart shaped locket. Tears pricked at her eyes as she opened it to find a small picture of the two of them inside. It was the nicest gift anyone had ever given her. She grabbed her pyro around the neck for a hug.
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