1 . Name: Ophiucha @ 2012-03-11 12:51

This is my first halfway readable attempt at writing something with my fem!Soldier. I appreciate all critique, but in particular, if anyone has comments on my f!Solly, I'd love you to bits for sharing.

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Soldier was one of a kind. He reckoned that was a cliché, but damn if it wasn't true. She'd joined BLU seven months ago and he knew she'd be something special. The others didn't see that, not at first. Scout was the first one to see the other side of her. Made a wisecrack about her going through menopause that ended with a broken nose and five hours of laps around the gorge.

Spy saw her as the only woman within fifty miles of base. He never said what had happened when he tried to charm the woman, but the weeklong limp and hints of a bruise beneath his balaclava told the story. Sniper came next. Somewhere between "cocktease" and "dyke", he'd had to switch out his Jarate for the old SMG. The rest of the team kept any comments to themselves after that, but the feelings were still there.

Heavy was protective. Nearly lost them a game going after a Scout who was getting close. Treated her like a little sister, and she didn't care for it. A good Soldier was as deadly as the Heavy, and she didn't his protection. But after a month, they seemed to come to an understanding. He left her be, and she warmed up to the attention. Medic was condescending, treated her more like a kid than a woman his age. Engineer could see that coming to blows sooner or later.

Demoman was conflicted, at least that's what Engineer thought. Reckoned it was a race thing. Never wanted a woman on the battlefield. Thought they should be home keeping the home, all that. But he found a certain kinship in her dark skin and love of explosives. And if Pyro had anything to say one way or the other, Soldier either never heard it or couldn't interpret it. For all BLU knew, Pyro was a woman, too. They'd long since stopped trying to guess.

Which left Engineer. He wouldn't say he didn't have his doubts, but he let her actions speak for her. She was a fantastic fighter. She'd rocket jump straight to RED's base in the first second of a match and decimate the enemy team, giving him time to set up a sentry at the control point while they respawned. She was precise, nearly as good as Sniper when it came to the aim. And he'd seen RED's sentries go down in seconds once she spotted them.

She proved herself to be equal to any man, but she never let them - let him - forget that she was a woman. She'd shower with them, unashamed of her curves, and she'd beat any man whose gaze lingered longer than necessary right there in the locker room, with her shovel close by. She had her head shaved, clean and by the code, but she still wore lipstick - a dull blue that looked just right with her uniform.

That uniform would be the death of him. Long sleeved, button down jacket. Bandolier of grenades. A heavy helmet that covered half of her face. He was never quite sure how she saw from beneath the brim. Then there was the skirt. He didn't know what it was made of, but it stretched when she ran, accommodating her legs. It was long, but when she rocket launched away from his dispenser, she'd stretch her legs just enough for him to get a peak.

It was accidental, the first time. They were in the Gravel Pit. He'd built a sentry and his dispenser at the bottom of the stairs. She was jumping up a couple of levels and he'd looked up when he heard RED's Spy decloaking above him when he caught a glimpse. There was something different about the upskirt. Seeing her naked in the shower, she was a teammate. He'd looked, of course he'd looked, but it never came together. He'd either looked for the sake of a woman, or he'd looked to talk to her about strategy.

Looking at her like that, she was both. Neither. She was Soldier. She was a warrior with a rocket launcher with a little damp spot on her pale blue panties, and she captured him in that moment quicker than any control point. He was smitten, and he was screwed. Not just protocol, but propriety. He'd never do anything, but that didn't stop him from imagining.

Soldier'd make him a eunuch if she knew what he thought about at night. She had birthing hips and legs as strong as a horse. He reckoned the force of the landings - muffled as they were by the spring boots she wore on the field - gave her that strength. He'd seen her kick down a door without stretching her skirt. Those legs wrapped around him, or pinning him down. Her heels digging into the small of his back.

Her breasts, larger than they looked while she was wearing the jacket, with dark nipples with wide areolas. Her full lips that'd leave a little blue stain for the team to see. Her calloused palms and fingers with a grasp like a bear trap. Between the legs, where to begin? Shaved as the top of her head. She'd say it's all sweat from the battle, but he knows she gets a little wet from the bloodshed. He knew it'd be as strong as the rest of her, clenching around him like a vice and damn if he didn't want to be caught.

He knew it would never happen. Which is why he was surprised when it did.

"SPEEDY, GET THE DAMN INTEL," she yelled after Scout after his third respawn that round. There was a sentry gun in the doorway ready to fire on every entryway to the intelligence. "FIRECRACKER, BURN THE SENTRY! APÚRATE, APÚRATE!" She ran to the battlements, rocket jumping across the field and beating RED's Sniper over the head with her shovel as she landed.

Engineer finished building his sentry and took it down to the intel room, setting it up on the desk and settling in next to his dispenser, occasionally taking shots at thin air in case the enemy Spy had taken to hiding out in a corner of the room. He heard the sound of rockets coming his way and readied his wrench for the onslaught.

RED's Heavy and Medic, übercharged when they walked through the doorway. He ducked beneath the desk and repaired the sentry as quickly as the Heavy could destroy it. The moment their über died, his sentry gunned down the Heavy and he heard a splatter of flesh and blood as Soldier's rocket took out the Medic behind him before running into the room with a briefcase on her back.

Soldier dropped off the intelligence, and the Announcer's voice rang through the room. "Victory!" Soldier grinned and fired her rocket off down the hallways and into the corners, blowing up the hidden RED Spy in the process. She was always excited about a win over RED. Some sinful part of his brain wondered just how excited she really got. It always took her a few minutes more than the rest of the team to get to the lockers...

"INGEN," he jumped when she screamed his nickname at him. She'd said it was short for ingeniero when he asked. "WHERE WERE YOUR PORTALS," her name for his teleporters, "GUSANO? DAMN HEAVYWEIGHT TAKES TOO LONG TO GET TO THE INTEL WITHOUT 'EM."

"RED's Soldier was patrollin' the sewers, and it'd've been burnt in a minute if I'd put it on the bridge. I just tossed 'em up in the battlements for the Aussie. Not much use for 'em on this field." Which was true. A sentry was deadly in the fortress. One placed in just the right spot could take down anyone taking a shot at the intel. But short of setting up base in the sewers, the teleporter didn't get much use.

Soldier was offensive, never quite understood his favour for hanging back. She'd always said it was easier to shoot down a Scout making a run for it than to leave a gun behind.

"Just because you like looking up my skirt, Ingen, doesn't mean you get to loft around the battlements. Ain't no place for a gunman. Get your ass across the bridge next time or I---"

"I ain't looking up anything!" Engineer yelled, indignant at the suggestion, even if it was correct. He hardly lingered or made it obvious. Just a glance as she jumped away, facing the other way. How the hell would she know what he did once she blew herself across the field, anyway?"

"Please, no empieces! C'mon Ingen, you're the only one on the team not to say something about my tits. You're a good man, proper and all. But you're no holy man." Soldier tilted her helmet up just enough to look him in the eyes. "If you were looking for something, you could just ask, chulo. No need to," she paused to chuckle, "skirt around it."

"I-- ye-- what 'bout Spy?"

"Sneak's not my type, Ingen. I know there aren't many ladies 'round here, but I hope you'd fuck me for something more than my cunt. Maybe you like Latinas? Texan, seen ladies like me all your life." She kept her gaze on him in a predatory way, watching his reactions carefully as she came closer to him, backing him into his dispenser and forcing him onto the ground with a push.

"Perhaps you like my curves," she leaned down to meet his gaze again and grabbed his side, holding a bit of fat between her fingers, "I like it. Sneak's a stick. I'd want a man who can hold my weight and won't break when I squeeze 'im tight. Maybe you like the masculinity," she tossed off her helmet and threw it in a corner, following it with Engineer's hard hat.

"Or maybe," she put her legs on either side of his hips and pushed him down against the floor, "you like the strength. I'm taller than you, I'm stronger than you. What is it that makes you look, Ingen?" She rolled her hips against his, shivering at the feeling of his erection pressing against overalls. Engineer had barely even registered that she'd asked a question, but managed to choke out an answer.

"Everything," he said, gripping her side with his hand and tracing the Gunslinger down her sides, beneath her blue jacket, relishing in how her harsh demeanor waivered at the feel of cold metal. He bucked his hips up against her, trying to feel more, but his pants and the stretch of the hem of her skirt kept him from getting close.

Soldier didn't say anything in response, but she tossed her bandolier to the side and began unbuttoning and unhooking anything keeping their clothes on. She pushed the goggles off, over the top of his head, and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips were deceptively soft and her kiss was forceful. Her tongue pushed into his mouth after a moment, tracing the inside of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth.

She was in control. He couldn't even say he relinquished it. That he was letting her dominate him. She had a power over him that'd scare him were it any other girl. But with her, he sunk into the submission.

Soldier pulled down his overalls, leaving him in his boxers and a blue shirt. She pulled off her own jacket and shirt, leaving her top exposed and with nothing but a skirt and panties on. Engineer reached up with his metal hand, gripping one of her large breasts and reveling in the feeling of her squirm against him. He took a nipple between two of his fingers and gave it a twist.

"Damn, Ingen," she panted, lifting up her skirt so her panties and his boxers were in contact as she ground against him. He began to reach down with his real hand, but she swatted it away. "No, no, no. If you want it, it'll be the way I tell you." She slid down from his hips and onto his chest, her legs on either side of his head and her panties mere inches from his face.

"I'll tell you when to stop," she said, easing herself just close enough for him to work. Engineer took a moment to take in the details. Her scent was powerful. Not bad, but muskier than he'd expected. Her skin was paler, unexposed to the sun, though still darker than his. He couldn't help but notice that those blue panties he'd come to love had a faintly coloured pattern of daisies on them.

His breath tickled the moist spot, and Soldier had to suppress a shiver with each exhale. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and traced his fingers - real and metal - up each leg, lingering whenever she twitched. He smoothed circles in her inner thighs, teasing for a moment before he put his metal fingers against the pale blue silk.

He pushed down the middle, watching the moisture trapped between her lips soak the panties and he pushed the cloth in, teasing her through the thin layer that kept them apart. Engineer pulled the sides gently, letting the cloth gather between her lips and exposing her vulva. Smooth as it looked from glances in the shower. He traced the outer lip first with his metal hand, letting her feel the cool metal against her, and then with his tongue.

"Si, si, keep going," she mumbled, rocking her hips against him as he teased the outside. It didn't take long for him to push the panties off to one side to take in everything she had to offer. She was already wet; he knew she'd been since before this started, wet from the victory and from the war. But he knew he'd gotten her like this. His cock twitched at the thought.

He spread her folds apart with his real hand, slipping his fingers through the creases and spreading her juices around. His tongue followed his fingers quickly, tasting her truly for the first time. He was careful to avoid her clit, not wanting to end this too soon, but he indulged in all that she had to offer eagerly. His nose brushed against her inner most lips as he circled her hole with his tongue.

He slipped a metal finger in her first, opening her up with light pressure and gentle movements. Her pussy was eager to accept the intrusion, practically pulsating around his fingers as pushed against her walls. There was a light flow of juices now, and he lapped it up eagerly, letting it rest on his tongue when he first licked her clit. The nub twitched at the feeling, and Soldier was practically panting as he licked and fingered her, stretching her cavern and twisting and suckling on the nerve bundle simultaneously.

"Fuck, te deseo, te deseo," he didn't know what it meant, but she was pulling away and ripping - literally ripping - off his boxers a moment later. The grip of her legs on his hips was almost painful, but when she nearly shoved his cock into her and started to ride him, he couldn't feel anything but the pleasure. Her passage was wide, accommodating, stretched, wet, yet the moment he was in her she gripped it tighter than a virgin's pussy and she didn't let go.

She bounced up and down, never letting him leave her entirely and sinking him in deeper than he'd thought he could go. Engineer grabbed her breasts with both hands, letting the fat roll between his fingers as he squeezed her none to gently, needing to hold something even half as tight as Soldier's hold on his dick.

"Ingen," she said between pants and moans, leaning forward and resting her hands against his chest, pushing him harder against the ground and nearly banging his head on the dispenser behind him. "Carajo! Fuck, Ingen, I need you to cum," she started just to roll her hips against his, keeping him deep inside her while rubbing her lips against his crotch.

He didn't need to be told twice. He moved his hands down to her hips and thrust up, burying himself as deep in her as he could go. Once, twice, and three times before letting out a guttural gasp, releasing inside her. She was quieter, but her eyelid twitched and her body shook as she came, her own juices mixing with his cum and dripping out as his cock softened.

They sat like that for a minute, the Engineer barely able to catch his breath. Soldier was the first to stand up, collecting her clothes from the corner, though not bothering to put them on. She didn't have anything to hide the cum drizzling down her leg, and nothing short of a long shower was going to keep the rest of BLU from knowing what the two had done. Hopefully, they'd all long since cleared out and cleaned up.

"I'll expect you at the battlements at 0400 hours, Ingen. 20 laps around the fortress and fifteen portal positions by breakfast. Any extra exercises," she paused to give him a meaningful look, "at 0600 hours, provided I find your early morning drills to be acceptable. Tell the rest of the team I expect them for drills at 0800 and not a second later."

With that, she left for the locker rooms, leaving him to clear out his equipment and piece together what remained of his clothing. He pulled the detonator out of his shirt pocket, letting the bits of his gun and dispenser scatter across the floor. His overalls were still intact, and he pulled them on. Uncomfortable, without anything underneath, but enough to get him back to base.

Neither noticed, in their haste to depart, the distinct sound of a decloaking Dead Ringer from the other side of the desk or the whispered exclamation of "Merde!" that followed.