>>155 >>156 Well, okay then. Gender ambiguous Sniper/you voyeur fic coming up. -------------------------------- Sniper was bored. Sure, he could have been downstairs, yucking it up with the rest of the team, but Sniper wasn't a very social guy. The man was painfully awkward. He much preferred to hole up in his nest and practice his aim on small nocturnal animals roaming about the dusty courtyard. Sniper's elevated nest was on the far east side of the L shaped building, giving him a good view of both the enemies base and his own. The only light from either came from the main halls. All the windows for the bedrooms were dark. 10:30 was still far too early for bed for most of the team. Sniper clipped a rabbit as it darted from one shrub to another. This is were you came in. Having never been much of a party person yourself, you excused yourself after a few drinks. You were no where near drunk, only a little light headed, and you figured you would fall asleep easily. A short, quiet walk brought you to your room in the west wing of the building. You opened the door, flicked on the light, and stepped inside. Sniper took notice. He lifted his scope to your window, out of curiosity, and watched your close your bedroom door and shuffle about your room. He was immediately fascinated, and, as such, felt a little guilty. He really shouldn't be spying... at least not on a teammate... But Sniper didn't lower his scope. He reassured himself that watching did no harm. He convinced himself that he was doing nothing wrong, even as you took off your shirt. You casually tossed your shirt to the pile of laundry against the wall. You yawned and stretched, and Sniper, on the other side of the base, made careful observation of the contours of your body as you did so. He bit his lip gently as another pang of guilt struck him. You hooked your hands onto your waistband, lowering it just slightly before pausing. You were pausing almost as though to give Sniper a chance to think, but really, you were looking intently at the wall beside you, distracted by a chip in the paint or some such nonsense. Sniper bit his lip a little harder, his thoughts battling. He stared again at your torso, watching your soft breathing, until his eyes traveled down to your partially exposed hips. He felt a small rush of heat in his cheeks. /Hurry it up, wankah..../ Practically on cue, you continued to undress. You bent over, tugging your pants to your ankles and kicking them off into the laundry pile. Sniper's face flushed and he decided that, guilty or not, he was enjoying himself. One hand held his rifle steady while the other tugged at the buttons of his shirt. He felt very warm. Meanwhile, you need pajamas. A dresser, in view of the window, sat against the wall. PJ's were in the bottom drawer. Sniper had unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just enough. His hand touched cautiously while his brain still debated slightly as to the morality, though, to be honest, the element of guilt was only getting him more excited. You were having trouble finding a top to go with your pajama pants. Sniper found a slow, steady rhythm, more caressing than jerking. He was careful not to shake his view through your window. A warm up, really. His focus was more on watching you at the moment. He observed how your ass moved when you shifted your weight. He admired the smooth back of your legs, one bent, one locked. And when you finally stood up, placing the set of fabric on top of the dresser, he relished the movement and the fact that he could see it without your knowledge. You turned around and leaned against the dresser, facing the window. You smiled, making Sniper's heart jump. He was suddenly very grateful that the light in his own room was turned off. And what you did next made him twice as glad he was hidden. Your hand was in your underpants, setting to work very quickly. You were biting down tightly on your lip. Sniper's eye's widened and his mouth hung ajar. You free hand braced yourself against the dresser, curling and uncurling into a fist. You managed to shimmy your undies out of the way; they now stretched between your thighs. You fingers were soon slick and damp as they alternated between almost violent movements and soft, tantalizing touches. Sniper couldn't believe his damn eyes. He quickly matched his own pace to yours, struggling to keep his view steady. Your mouth would open to into moans that his ears strained in vain to hear. You face was painted red and it was clear you were panting and muttering. Sniper saw your body begin to tense. You were getting close. His heart raced. His breathing was ragged and it was all he could do to keep watching and not double over into his own climax. He wanted to time it just right. You squeezed your eyes shut into an expression of determined concentration. Your hips drew forward into your hand. Your spine tried it's hardest to arch against the dresser at you back. You threw your head back. Sniper jerked his eyes away from the scope, shutting them tightly. His hand moved at a furious pace. You took in a sharp breathe. Sniper choked out your name. The timing was almost exact, although neither of you would know that. -------------------------------------- The next morning, you caught Sniper off his guard, kissing him smartly on the lips. The huntsman's look of shock, bliss, confusion, and terror was ungodly satisfying. He stammered out a question or two, but none of them were coherent enough to be answered so you slapped on another kiss to shut him up. "I saw the dot, stupid." You laughed, curling your arms around his neck. "Glad you approve."