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No. 16269
I'm...not sure why that was posted four times, it was NOT my intention. Here it is, anyway, I used auditory phonetics for those characters blessed with gorgeous accents so I hope not but some may have trouble reading their dialogue.
He watched quietly as you made your way to the showers, fidgeting with the lid to the box of ammo he’d been doing inventory on. He’d averaged the amount of time you usually spent in there between twenty-six and thirty-four minutes, and set his watch in the middle at thirty. The moment the shower door locked, he made his way to your room. Looking up and down the hallway to be sure no one would see him, he let himself in and closed the door behind himself. Eyes scanning the small living space for his objective, he recognizes a dispensary bottle sitting on top of your three drawer dresser and makes his way over to pick it up. Reading the label, he verifies he’d found what he’d come for. It read: Spiced Honey Apple Pie. The first time he’d encountered the scent was the day he met you, found covered in blood and dying slowly in the red Teufort sand. Typically, he would have put an injured team mate out of their misery that far from the Medic’s station but he was inexplicably compelled to pick you up and carry you there after a short debate with himself. He could smell it on you through the blood as soon as he knelt down to lift you up, it was intoxicating. Since then it’s invaded his dreams, it caused him to experience lasting sensations of desire and, even more embarrassing, tranquility.
He was a mercenary, a Soldier no less, and women were just trouble, but every time you passed by it made his head spin in his helmet. He quickly ended the inner conflict when he decided he could prove to himself it was the product causing him turmoil and not you. He pushed down on the dispenser but it didn’t descend, to his frustration. He kept trying to push the button but it wouldn’t move. When he checked his watch and found he was already eight minutes into his mission, he became impatient, unscrewing the lid hastily. To his shock, the bottle erupted like a volcano under the hostile ministrations of his large hands, covering the one that held the bottle thoroughly. The smell caused a shiver to race down his spine but the apprehension of being caught now overwhelmed him. Screwing the lid back on, he set the bottle down, looking back over his shoulder at the door anxiously before looking back down at his hand which was coated in the rose-petal pink liquid. He didn’t want to just wipe it away, he felt like an addict, if he were an alcoholic and it were the only beer for a thousand miles he would have lapped it off the floor and spit out the shards of glass.
Looking back over his shoulder at the door again, he knelt down and opened the bottom drawer to your dresser, without taking his eyes off the handle, he grabbed the first thing his hand touched and began to carefully but quickly dry the other. It was a small, silk cloth with lace, by the way it had been “folded†he assumed it was a handkerchief, and while still under deep paranoia he kept his eyes on your door as he wiped the rest off of your dresser top and the bottle, erasing all evidence. He checked his watch: eighteen minutes gone. He looked down at the bottle and the dresser top to be sure they were clean and then checked the floor, satisfied he had done well enough covering his tracks he moved next to close your dresser drawer with his booted foot, but stopped when he glanced inside it from under his helmet, his face turning a deep shade of red. You had all of your ‘delicates’ in this drawer, thongs, panties, bras, in no particular order, but all visually appealing. The thought of you in any of these and nothing else caused his blush to migrate across the wide expanse of his neck and he let out a long whistle before shaking his head and kicking it shut. Then he looked down at the “handkerchief†and his heart nearly leapt out of his ribcage. It was a pair of your panties, they were red/blue, small, silk with gold lace and were now stained by the oil based lotion he abused them with.
“Damn it…†he cursed under his breath, checking his watch again. Twenty-one minutes. He needed to get out of there, fast. Pocketing the garment, he eased the door open, peeking out cautiously before quickly exiting the room and closing the door as it had been and heading off in the direction of the warehouse. The Engineer was at work as usual tinkering with his prototypes, whistling as he turned his wrench around a freshly greased bolt, content and at ease, until the Soldier’s bellowing growl caused his hand to slip, the wrench hitting his work bench with a loud ‘clang’. “HEY! TOY MAKER!†the Engineer frowned deeply, he didn’t take too kindly to being startled during the rare days the mercs had down time, especially so violently, and most especially by the Soldier. “Dang it, Soldier, hwat’s so gal darned important y’gotta shout fer?!†he grumbled back, wiping the sweat off the back of his neck with a towel as he made his way from around his mountain of spare parts. “I NEED A HAMMER.†He commanded firmly, causing his team mate to raise an eyebrow under his hard hat. “Hwat the Hell fer?â€
The Soldier’s ever present scowl deepened, his teeth bared as his patience was tested. “I NEED IT TO BEAT PEOPLE WHO ASK STUPID QUESTIONS TO DEATH!†The Engineer scoffed, eyes rolling behind his goggles as he grabbed one from his toolbox, throwing it at the Soldier. “Jus’ don’t go fergettin’ where it come from, mister.†His hand flew up and he caught it without moving otherwise, exiting the garage with no further comment, leaving the Engineer scratching his head and wondering what the Soldier had planned for his hammer. Whatever it was, it wasn’t a lengthy project, because no later than thirteen minutes had passed before the Soldier was back, dropping the hammer gracelessly into the toolbox it originated from and marching back out. The Engineer watched him go before grabbing it out of the box again with his gloved hand, looking over it for blood or gray matter (or perhaps some more offensive production of organic life) and finding none. There was, however, a splinter of wood between the claw. Brushing it off, he set it back in the box and shook his head, returning to his invention but not without continuing to wonder.
It was only three days later that he would finally sate his curiosity. “Alright, which one of you PERVS stole my panties?! Was it YOU, Boston, huh, you little creep?!†glancing up from his coffee, the Engineer lifted both brows in surprise as he notices his female counterpart snatched the Scout up out of his seat by the front of his shirt and began shaking him. “What?! No, no, it wasn’t me! I swea’!†you threw him back into the chair and your eyes, which seemed to have an ominous sheen over them, scanned each of their faces like a LION choosing her prey. “What about you, Frog?! You some kinda sick freak, you like lace, does it make you feel pretty?!†Spy’s mouth fell open slightly, his cigarette falling out from between his lips and tumbling to the floor, the evidence of his offense to this accusation printed quite tangibly across what could be seen of his face. Trying to be the voice of reason, the Engineer stood and cleared his throat, and you fixated on him, your stance was pre-pounce. “Nao, let’s not get carried away. No one here would steal from ya, lil missy. ‘Specially nawt sum’n like ‘at.†You exploded. “Oh really?! They grew little arms and legs and crawled outta my drawer then walked outta the fort on their own whim?!†He held up his hands defensively and answered in a soothing tone. “Awl I’m sayin’ is y’mighta misplaced ‘em. Y’need any help lookin’?â€
Your lip curled slightly, spitting back “I already LOOKED, they’re part of a set, I have the BRA with no PANTIES, they’re not ‘misplaced’, one of you SMELLY BARBARIANS took them and when I find out who I will BURN and replace ALL of your underwear with LEATHER THONG SPEEDO’S!!!†At that, you stormed out of the room, slamming the heavy iron door shut behind yourself. When the Texan looked around the room at his fellow team mates, he noticed they were doing the same, all appeared equally as stunned and bewildered. This made him more confident that you had no foundation for your suspicion, until he heard the back door shut behind him, when he looked and saw no one he realized someone had slipped out in a hurry and a quick inventory of his colleagues revealed that the only two people missing were you and the Soldier. Taking his coffee and the auto section of the newspaper, he left the kitchen, going back to his warehouse until later that afternoon, when the Soldier left the fort to run his exercises in the canyon just behind the RED/BLU base. When the Engineer got to his room, he had to let himself in, the door which was typically kept open was closed. His eyes fell immediately on the old footlocker at the end of his bed, surprised to see there was now a padlock on it. Brows bowing in displeasure, he grimaced.
“You no-good, dirty, low-down…†knowing the Soldier wouldn’t be back for a while, he pulled a pair of bolt-cutters from his tool belt, kneeling in front of the footlocker and popping the bar before opening it and looking inside, tossing it, he checks each pocket, every inner lining, even searching for evidence of a false bottom, but he didn’t find any ladies undergarments. “Huh…so why the lock suddenly…?†this must have been what he’d slipped out of the kitchen to do this morning. What was he hiding? Nothing in that old box but a couple wife-beaters, a few pairs of socks, an extra pair of boots, a couple RED/BLU issue uniforms and…several pairs of spangled boxers. It occurred to him that your threat had been to burn the culprits unmentionables and the thought of his all-American-undies burning must have horrified the Soldier. It still wasn’t enough evidence, he needed the genuine article if he was going to call any fouls. He was dumb, but not dumb enough to keep them on his person after this morning, the Engineer was confident he wasn’t WEARING them. Where’d he hide those damn things? He then recalled the previous day and the Soldier’s odd request for a hammer. He looked down at the planked floor and began scanning each board, but found none appeared to be disturbed.
He was running out of time. Moving the cot in a final effort, he found one board that, instead of having four nails, one in each corner, was affixed to the floor with three nails, two in the right corners and one in the left center, though there were holes in the corners on the left side where nails had been. “Got’cha.†The Engineer pulled his hammer from his tool belt and removed the right side nails, turning the plank on the center nail which acted as a pivot point to find a pair of badly stained, red lady’s underwear, your scent was all over them, it filled the room as soon as he opened the floor up. He made a face, assuming it was covered in spent arousal. “That stupid son of a bitch…†he grabbed your panties with his gloved hand, stuffing them in his pocket before heading to your room, knocking softly on the door. “Come in…†you answered, sighing as you sat up in bed. The Engineer entered your room sideways through the half open door, lingering there a moment. “Hey, y’all mind a little comp’ny?†you shook your head, inviting him in. “No, it’s ok. Listen, I’m sorry for snapping earlier. I’m sure they’re around somewhere, I really over reacted. I’m not used to staying with a bunch of men, so I guess I’m a little paranoid.†You sat up in your cot, crossing your legs as he moved to sit on the edge of your make-shift bed.
“Naw, I guess yer not. I found these under a floor board in the Soldier’s room. It, uh…looks like y’may wanna wash ‘em…or jus’ throw ‘em away…†He pulled them out, having enough courtesy not to toss them down on your bed, still under the impression that the Soldier had relieved himself all over them. When he looked up and saw the deep blush consuming your face, he colored a bit himself, looking away. “Look, I jus’ wanted t’bring these back t’ya. I can throw ‘em away if’n y’all want-…†you cut him off, taking them from his extended hand and shoving them under your pillow. “N-no, that’s ok. I’ll wash them. Thanks, I really appreciate you finding them for me.†He nodded, eying you with a sigh after a moment of contemplative silence. “….Don’t go layin’ inna th’dumb mule so rough, I don’t think he knows no better.†You nodded quietly and after an ensuing silence, he stood again. “Alright, well, if’n y’need anythin’ jus’ holler. ‘m right down the hall.†Nodding again, you offered a soft ‘thank you’ before he left. You pulled the panties out from under your pillow, still blushing deeply as you looked them over.
It looked like he used them to clean up after an affair with his hand but when you noticed the smell and held them to your face, you recognized the scent as that of your favorite lotion. Not only had he cleaned himself with your panties but he used your lotion to get himself off. You bit your bottom lip, and after some time and a good amount of consideration, you stood and exited your room without a sound, closing the door behind you and making your way along the corridor. When you pushed the unlocked bathroom door open, you saw the Soldier had returned from his daily workout and was standing in the shower corral with his back to you, apparently unaware of your presence as he continued to sing the national anthem loudly and off-key. You smiled to yourself as you leaned against the wall next to the towel rack and raked your eyes up and down what exposed flesh wasn’t hidden behind the saloon style door, a giggle escaping when he took his helmet off, let it become partly full of water before putting it back on. At this he went instantly silent and his head whipped around in your direction, though you could never see his eyes, you assumed that he was looking at you. Saying nothing at first, you only continued to smile, both quietly watching each other.
He wasn’t wearing his trademark scowl, seeming to realize he was in a compromising position, though his stance remained uninflected as he was clearly not shy. The silence lasted for what felt like a long time, since he was obviously waiting for you to state your business and as nothing witty had yet come to mind to open the discussion, you pulled your silk panties out of your pocket and dangled them by the hip strap on one finger. His reaction to this was dramatically different than the one to finding you creeping on him in the shower, his face became a deep red and he visibly cringed, turning in the shower to place both of his large hands on the door of it in case you were thinking of castrating him. His mouth came open simultaneously to begin stuttering around an explanation. “T-THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT-†you raised your free hand and to your surprise his mouth shut just as quickly, any excuse to get out of coming up with an excuse, you figured and dropped them to the floor before removing your hard hat and giving your head a shake to make your hair bounce around your shoulders enticingly. The Soldiers mouth fell open again slightly as you proceeded to unbuckle the shoulder straps to your overalls and watched them pool around your already bare feet. To his surprise you weren’t wearing any underwear and when you slid your collared t-shirt off, he discovered why.
You were wearing the red/blue silk and gold lace bra which matched the panties he’d taken from your room. As you slowly undressed you kept your eyes trained on him, biting into your bottom lip while a soft pink blush colored your cheeks. Placing a hand on the clasp to your bra which was at the front connecting both cups, you shed the final article of clothing with a soft pop that caused your round, heavy breasts to bounce upon release. You never forgot the day he saved you, your health gauge had been registering a quickly declining -7 and you were choking through generous mouthfuls of blood. You must have been a Hell of a sight, but you couldn’t believe he found you where you’d lain wedged between a warehouse wall and an avalanche of crates, the opposing teams Uber Heavy had annihilated your sentry which lay sparking and smoking nearby. When you looked up at him through the bright spots dancing across your vision he was tipping his helmet clad head and lifting his rocket launcher back on his shoulder, the business end aimed right between your eyes which were begging him to pull the trigger. You would have preferred to endure a MONTH of the nausea caused by RE-spawn than that slow death.
He had looked like he wanted to but grit his teeth and instead kneeled down and slid an arm under you, lifting you effortlessly and continuing to run ahead. When the 2 of you came upon the enemy Medic who was recharging his Medi gun, he shot a rocket between him and their Heavy, sending body parts and blood raining down over the both of you, to which he paid no mind. He dropped his now empty long range and picked up the Medic’s gun, when it lit up again, he pointed it on you, relieving your agony after moments and setting you back on your feet. You sighed breathlessly. “My hero…†Your face heated up a bit, and his response had been to grin stupidly through a modest flush, playfully brushing his fisted knuckles across your chin with his free hand, the other tossing the Medic’s weapon and pulling a shovel free of his utility belt. “Hang tough, Cupcake.†You nearly melted in your boots, knees buckling as you’d watched him run off towards the enemy base, whacking rival Soldiers’ heads backwards along the way.
“Do you remember the day we met…?†you asked as you swung your hips, walking slowly towards him, the tile floor cold under your bare toes. He nodded dumbly, mouth still clamped shut. His face was quickly growing a deeper shade of red the closer you got. When your arm extended and you brushed your hand over both of his, they slid off the shower doors and you pulled them open before stepping in with him. He inhaled deeply, slowly, the scent of spiced apples seemed to possess him to fold his hairy, pipe line arms around you and pull you against himself roughly. You gasped softly, placing your hands on his hairy, muscular chest and shivering as the hot water pelted your sensitive breasts and cascaded down your slender form. “I’ve wanted you since then…†you admitted and glanced up at him from under your lashes, beads of water catching on them and sending flecks of light into your eyes. His mouth fell open slightly again, stunned by how comely you looked, all wet and naked and sliding your smooth body against his. He felt his cock twitch and start to swell as you stood on your tip-toes and it nestled between your thighs, your sex hot against the base of his length.
“Nghh…†his hands slid down over your back to grab your ass, drawing a quiet moan past your lips as your arms folded around his thick neck. “Kiss me…†you commanded softly, caught off guard when he laced his fingers together behind you and picked you up, tilting his head and closing the bridge between your face and his. To your astonishment, he wasn’t only gentle but also passionate, despite his high grit five-o-clock shadow and firm jaw, you weakened at the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. Doing so pinned his now full erection between his groin and yours, the small amount of constriction was enough to make his powerful abs tighten with excitement. “Mmph.†He grunted against your lips, turning to back you up against the wall without putting you down, his cock throbbing as the cold tile caused your spine to arch and your body to press flush against his own. The strong arms of the Soldier supported you with no effort, which didn’t surprise you, but you were astounded by how good he was at kissing. You were getting dizzy from it.
He only broke away from you to tilt or tip his head a different way, occasionally his helmet would knock against your head but you didn’t mind, and you appreciated that he kept his tongue in his own mouth. You didn’t like sloppy kisses that left half your face coated in saliva. “Mmh.†Sighing into the kiss, you let your hands roam across his broad shoulders and down his muscular back. You’d had hundreds of dreams and thousands of day-dreams about being able to touch him so intimately and you were elated to have finally manufactured the courage to actually do so, the fact that he was reciprocating your attentions only enhanced your adulation. As his hips began to rock slowly against yours, he verbalized his sexual frustration with a low growl in his throat which sent ripples of excitement through you. Wanting desperately to alleviate that frustration, you drew back your right hand and slid it between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his thick, solid erection. He broke the kiss when you did, speaking up reluctantly in his matter-of-fact tone “I do not have a contraceptive.†This made you laugh a bit and you kissed him again. “It’s ok.†After being reassured, he lifted you higher and admired your breasts while you lined him up at your entrance. Giving a slight nod as indication you wanted him to continue, your cheeks tinted again when he smiled up at you. “Brace yourself, sweetheart.†He warned, causing your blush to darken, but you did as you were told.
The Soldier started to slowly lower you onto his length, which was bigger than you’d imagined it would be and you flinched slightly at the intrusion. After he was fully sheathed inside you, he waited a moment, watching you to be sure you still wanted him and when you kissed him eagerly he almost grinned against your mouth. Removing himself almost completely before pushing back in, he blushed a bit as well at the slow moan he drew out of you. He’d been lusting after you for just as long as you had him, and would have approached you a lot sooner if he hadn’t gotten such bad advice. He’d been on another self-imposed mission, hiding outside on the roof and watching you change through your open window with a pair of binoculars. “Sweet Liberty…†he’d muttered to himself, adjusting his hard-on which had begun to strain against his pants. “You realize you look like a complete fool.†The Spy had appeared a few feet away, leaning against part of the building, chuckling as the Soldier jumped, startled, and dropped his binoculars with a loud ‘bang’ on the tin roof, which had caught your attention.
You had turned to look but he had dove backwards, hiding on the low point beyond your line of vision. You’d shrugged and continued changing. Watching you silently, the Spy smiled, de-activating his cloaking device for the second time and turning to look at the Soldier who was crouched down, his frown was cutting lines deep into his face and he’d grit his teeth angrily. “What the Hell do you want, crouton?!†The Soldier growled, using all his strength not to shout. “Only to humiliate you, mon ami.†He had lit one of his cigarettes, smirking mockingly at the American as he exhaled through his nose. “Your performance during missions has deteriorated, I see I was not incorrect in assuming why. I can assure you she isn’t interested.†Straightening up to look at the Frenchman from under the rim of his helmet, his frown deepened further. “How do you know?†He crossed his beefy arms. The Spy shook his head, chuckling. “I know everything about women.†He had answered confidently. “Do yourself a kindness, don’t embarrass yourself.†Arms falling back to his sides, the Soldier’s shoulders had slumped, encompassed by an overwhelming sensation of disappointment. Now, here you were, crawling all over him. He was going to rub it in Spy’s nose so hard later.
The Soldier glanced down at you, the hot water was quickly becoming cool and you shivered slightly in his arms, as much as he wanted to make it last he figured he’d have to be quick to keep you content. He lifted you up a bit again, pinning you with his muscular body to the wall and supporting you with one hand while the other reached up to remove his helmet, letting it fall to the wet floor before placing his hand back on your ass. Your eyes fluttered, you’d only seen him without the steel implement on a handful of rare occasions, but never so close. You didn’t have time to admire his pale blue eyes before he closed them, kissing you again and starting to rock his hips rhythmatically, giving a shudder himself at the soft moans you started making. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead on your shoulder, breathing in the scent you wore that always drove him wild. Grunting with primal urgency as you tightened around his cock, he sped up his pace, and you could see fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as they fell closed. “S-Solly…!â€
When you called out for him, he grit his teeth, his hips now slamming into yours and fucking you into the wall. Though he wasn’t even within the vicinity of physical exhaustion, his breathing was coming in short panting breaths; it had been a while since he’d had a woman under him and he could feel a familiar heat rapidly coiling in his gut. The Soldier gave a low, deep growl of frustration, feeling that he had been waiting too long to have you for things to end so quickly but when you arched your back and cried softly “Right there…d-don’t stop…†he knew he had found your spot and pounded it hard, drawing both of you right to the very edge. Glancing up at you through hazy, lidded eyes, his face warmed a bit when you kissed him again with passion but also force and then brought your hands from his shoulders to his chest to run your fingers through the thick, dusty colored hair that shaded his bulging pectorals. He returned the kiss and slid his strong, calloused hands from your ass up along your sides to rest on your waist, feeling your core tightening under his fingers and around his throbbing erection, he knew you were almost there too.
A guttural groan from the Soldier caused you to open your eyes, his fingers digging into your hips. “Nngh…here it comes…†He muttered through deep, uneven breaths, but you barely heard him as your own ears seemed to fill with cotton, your body in rapture under his aggressive treatment. Suddenly, a searing white heat tore through you and you trembled with pleasure as you rode out your climax, gasping and digging your nails into his arms as you gripped them to steady yourself. He paid no mind to your vice grip, each of his finely toned muscles flexed as one final thrust buried his cock fully inside of you where he spilled his thick, warm mess all over your cervix before he slumped against you, spent and surprised at how tired his body felt after releasing so much pent up frustration. Relaxing your hold on him, you leaned in to place a kiss on his neck, smiling weakly as he carefully removed himself and set you down. Your legs were shaking, but you managed to stay on your feet, your cheeks lighting up when he simply left his hands at rest on your sides and stared down at you.
“….I really like you.†You breathlessly said, to finally break the building tension and silence. At this he grinned, his grip on you tightening once again. “I like you also.†Resisting the urge to laugh at his formal tone which he always used even when he was yelling, you stood up on your tip-toes and surprised him with another kiss, which he hastily returned. “Do you like me enough to keep me?†you asked while placing his helmet which he’d dropped back onto his head. “Affirmative.†He answered, slapping your ass playfully when you exited the shower stall to get some towels and giving you kind of a dopey smile as you threw one to him. “Hmm…†you smiled back, watching him wrap it around his waist before stepping out and making his way over to you, startled when he snatches your towel and folds you up inside it. “Let’s go, sunshine.†He said, suddenly scooping you up bridal style in his arms and heading for the door. Eyes widening, you placed a hand on his firm chest. “S-Soldier, wait, what about the-?!†As he kicked open the door, ignoring your warning, the rest of your team turned their eyes on the both of you; Having all been congregating in the common room drinking beer at that moment.
You had known that with Sol’s big mouth, you wouldn’t have been able to keep things quiet for long anyway.
I feel like the ending is shitty, but I was drinking when I finished this and I'd like some advice, pointers, criticisms before I re-write the last few paragraphs. I already know that it isn't uniform and the story line jumps from past tense to present tense, my strong suit is collaborative writing and this was all me so it didn't run as smoothly as I would have liked.
If you don't like it, I'm sorry for wasting your time.
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