1 . Name: Vickie @ 2011-10-20 03:40

The drunken laughter echoed through the RED base's kitchen and lounge room, filled with the team's agents. A scout, soldier and heavy were playing with a deck of cards; half of the cards had been turned to a quick ash due to the pyro's bored hours during a ceasefire. A spy, pyro and medic were drinking up the night with all the bottles they had gotten from Mann Co. and mixed every drink with every drink. The drinking game caused all the laughter and hysterical insanity around the lounge table.

Tonight was a night of New Year's Eve. The Administrator had given both teams three weeks off before the last battle of the week, this was interesting to the RED sniper, Flynn Bugsby, he never knew that the Administrator had a soft heart for vacations. He wondered when they would ever get a vacation like this ever again.

Flynn hadn't been drinking as much as the rest of the team, but he felt a buzz coming along. His head was light and his eyes swirled, the last Saturday's booze was setting in to his stomach.

"I..want to say.. That I LOOOOVE you all! J-Just..Just-hey, stop laughing! Stop that before I..Ah screw you.. I'm thanking you..HIC!..guys for.. being..good friendsh.. HIC!”

“And we love ya too, Ariene!”, yelled the Demoman, slugging a arm around her back and raising a bottle of Whiskey. She laughed drunkenly along with him as the rest of the gang watched. Rebel, the team’s Pyro, hadn’t really had all that to drink. Unlike the rest of the team, who were in vacation clothing, had her Pyro suit on. She had gotten a lot of smack from Medic and Scout that she should lay back and wear something more appropriate for New Year’s Eve. Rex, defending her, “A soldier should ALWAYS be ready for combat! Even when we are drinking and gambling and any hoo-haw!”, Rebel gave a thumbs up to Soldier, appreciating the defense.

“H-Hey.. Bugs-Flynn!”, everyone exploded into laughter, apparently it sounds like Ariene had just said “Bugs Flying!”. Flynn replied anyway, receiving the call “Yeah, lady?”
“I..keep telling you to..call me Ariene!”
“You needed something?”, he started getting sluggish from the booze.
“Well.. I need talk..to-HIC!..you about something..”
“Yeah?”
“I-In..your room..”
“Whooaa, Flynn’s got a BONK going on tonight!”
Taylor popped up from behind Flynn and wrapped his arm around the Sniper, Ariene just rubbed her face. Vlad was confused.
“Vhat? Vhat Flynn got?”
“Nozing, Vlad, nozing..”
Vlad went back to sleep on floor.

After agreeing to go with Ariene to his bunk and punching Taylor in the face, making him pass out, they made their way down the bedrooms.
Flynn shut the door.
“All right, what is it?”
Ariene took Flynn by the shoulders, staring into him with her drunken eyes and long, adolescent stare. He raised a brow, the noise of laughter and yelling echoed quietly down the hallway, he saw a glint in her eye. Was it the booze? Was it just Ariene being.. Ariene?

Flynn was caught off guard, his body tensed as her soft lips locked with his. He could taste the beer she had, the musk smell of cigarette smoke roamed inside her. He whiffed a scent of her perfume, it was so strong that he could wipe the layers of it off her. He took both her sides, just resting his hands lightly on her hips. That one touch sent a chill up Ariene’s spine, kissing the Australian was all ready warming her cheeks. She had been so wrapped up in kissing him, she forgot about her lungs. She released the kiss, pushing back Flynn and inhaling a fistful of air. He too sucked in as much oxygen, leaning against the door. Ariene recovered first, leaning her body against Flynn’s unexplored torso, covered by a vest and his red shirt. Ariene spoke up, whispering to him.

“I’ve never kissed an Australian before”

Her voice sounded normal, the booze-talk was gone and that Spy’s flash of mischief and sly stare were back. That little glint of something returned, making Flynn a little nervous. He hid his nervousness by taking his hands and wrapping them around her waist, bringing her hips closer to his groin.

“There’s always a first for everythin’”

“What about more?”

“What?”

“You think I came in here to have a Kiss And Run did you? I expected you to do much more than that, Flynn Bugsby~”

His name being cooed was like a calling, a seductive, dangerously charmed calling. He kept his hands there, just staring at Ariene.
What was he doing? Why was he touching her? His fingers curled perfectly around her hips, thumbs stroking in circles. He tried to relax, think about how this could turn out. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, a few Sheila’s here and there through his younger years but that were it. Rebel and Ariene had been chosen by the Administrator by a landslide, what could she have possibly seen in them? This grew something deep inside the Sniper, he clutched her hips a little more tightly and sneered at the thought. There was a charming, seductive woman and she was brought here? Alone and vulnerable with six men, It just wasn’t right, not fair at all. He needed-no, <i>wanted</i> that touch with a woman. A person of the opposite sex was right in front of him, take it or leave it and be regretting it later as you bash your own head in with your own rifle, wanker.

He began to slide his hands up her sides, running them back down her arms, feathering with his fingers. He breathed out slowly, having breaths like a small kitten. She purred like one, small giggles from his gliding fingers reaching up and touching her back.
Her hands placed gently on his firm shoulders, he grinned.

“Le’s not stand all night, love.. There’s a bed behind us”

“You know how to act, Flynn~”

With each step forward, she stepped slowly back to the bed.
Flynn’s eyes were full of hunger and want, he was getting restless, tired from waiting.

Ariene lowered herself on to the bed and sat back a little, giving room for him to crawl on top of her. A knee in between her legs, a leg in between his. Flynn began to give her soft kisses down her neck, loosening her tie and suit. Ariene snatched his hat from his head and tossed it somewhere, slithering her gloved fingers under his vest and slipping it off him.
He took a minute to remove his vest and drop it, leaving himself to continue slowly exploring new areas of her skin. She herself unbuttoned his red shirt half way and nip at his neck. He smelled like horrible brewed coffee and the desert’s dust.
Flynn could catch her scent too, having perfume and her regular herbal smoke. His sunglasses slid off some on to her neck, she took the advantage and plucked them away, having a playful look upon her face. He chuckled, and reached a hand out for them when they were casted away farther again.

“Now, now love.. can’t taking Flynn’s glasses”

“Why not? They look better on me~”

Attempting to snatch the glasses again from her failed, stretching out more and more for them. Ariene took this opportunity to grab his cheek and kiss him passionately. He kissed back, forgetting the glasses as he heard a soft <i>clack</i> on the floor. This only made him hungrier, kissing her harder and slipping in his moist, salty tongue, tang of coffee.

He heard her moan, not too loudly but loud enough to get a signal across. He let up his hands and fumbled his shirt while kissing her, unbuttoning the rest and sliding the shirt off his shoulders.
Ariene could feel the warmth of his skin through her gloves, it heated her fingers like an open oven, welcoming and deserving. Her fingers traveled up and down his chest, giving a slight grip on his arms to feel the muscles under the skin.
She heard him give a noise in his throat, getting excited from her fingers. This only made him grip her thighs and press his ‘scope’ against her. She moaned again, giving him more signs of wanting it.
Her suit was more open, the top of her breasts peeking out and her shoulders out from hiding. Her skin was pure porcelain, not a single freckle or mole anywhere, but that was only her torso. Her cleavage was small, but enough to get him riled. He kissed it, having giggles shake her chest again. He loved to hear her laugh, love to feel her chest and neck. He nipped at her at the collar of the mask, pulling it and letting it snap gently against her.

Ariene could feel his hand working down her pants, easily unbuttoning the top and lowering to unzip. She tilted her head back, god she wanted this, she was glad she took the chance to kiss the man on gamble. He was always a lone wolf, mostly avoiding contact from anyone. From time to time, Engineer or Medic would engage in a conversation but that was a rare deal to happen. Ariene and Flynn alone would have small talk, but nothing serious. It was mostly Pyro and Flynn together, anything that came out of Rebel’s mouth he listened to. Mainly it was because she was the most mature and innocent out of everyone, any time she could take out of her time to help heal and bandage up the other team mates was every single second.

This was the first time Flynn and Ariene actually touching and moving their differences out of the way. Ariene suddenly felt tired, her eyes drooping from sudden slumber dragging her down. She tried to stay awake long enough to tell Flynn.

“Flynn.. I.. I really have to..”

“Don’ worry, love.. Nothin’ embarrassin’ about it”

He was lucky to look up from what he was doing to her pants, he was about to pry them off and continue his work until he saw her.

Asleep. Perfectly, happily asleep.
He slumped, sighing. Was he angry or was he upset? Neither, he wasn’t that type of man to get angry at a woman from being sleepy. He scratched his sideburns and lifted himself off her, fixing his belt and pants. He grabbed his shirt and other attire and set them on the dresser. He leaned over Ariene and removed her under coat and vest, leaving a half open white shirt. He picked up her clothes and folded them on the top bunk along with her tie. He then placed her underneath the covers and pulled the covers over her chest, letting it sit over her shoulders.
He sighed once more and grabbed a towel from the bottom drawer, looking back at Ariene’s sleeping mass. He leaned down once more toward her face and kissed her cheek.

“Good noight, Ariene”
He closed his door quietly and walked to the showers.