Unfair Advantage Friendly Fire: BLU Sniper x BLU Spy Part 4 Here it is, jaaaah!!! Eet ees full of ze sexing! ==================== She gripped his lapels, jerked him around, and pushed him towards her bed. The Spy backpedaled, smirking, until the back of his knees touched the bed, at which point he thumped down, the Sniper gratuitously straddling him. She commanded with her mouth, pressing against his lips with hot breath and tongue and teeth. His almost ubiquitous five o'clock shadow bristled against the soft skin of her chin and cheeks, but the sensation was somewhat pleasant, and after a few more moments, it was forgotten altogether. Sniper allowed herself to press against the Spy, managing the small gap between them on the bed, half-crawling into his lap. The hem of her shirt rose up as Spy's hands found her hips, gripping them tightly and then relaxing as he allowed her into his space. Her skin prickled, each pore receptive and willing to receive his touch. The BLU Sniper practically assaulted him with her hands, fingers driving between what layers remained between them. She slid her hand over the sinew of his shoulder and under his jacket, pulling it away, and made appreciative, small noises at the niceness of his warmth, his lean muscle. Her tongue entangled with his, playing a deadly game of cat and mouse. The Spy prodded and explored her mouth with equal measure to her enthusiasm, their breath quickened, flashing against one another's faces. His hands raked gently up her sides, short fingernails dragging ever so deliciously over sensitive skin, giving Sniper pause to sigh almost deliriously into the Spy's knowing smile as their lips parted. She tugged his jacket off the rest of the way and smiled, folding it carefully and then dropping it off the side of the bed. She smirked at him. He took the opportunity to lift the shirt away from her body, tossing it to the floor and regarding that she was nude beneath it, unembellished. Many, many times he had undressed a woman to find frilly lingerie, over the top bustiers or bralettes with ruffles, ribbons, feathers, and all other manner of decoration impeding his view. While it was nice to see a delicate article, the real fun was what lie beneath, and the discovery of it. He quite enjoyed the simplicity of her nakedness beneath the rough, cotton shirt. It was probably the same shirt that Soldier wore beneath his jacket, but he tried not to linger on that thought, though it did arouse him, somewhat. Her plain skin a rather fair sort of medium tone, with a bare modicum scars, though that would change over the course of her employment, certainly. She had full breasts, not too large, but ample enough now that he wondered how he had missed them in her uniform. She hid her curves well. He purposefully and patiently removed his gloves to touch her with his bare hands. He slid his hands along her arms, feeling the trace muscles there, and over her shoulders, collarbone, the column of her neck. She was softened by his ministrations, visibly enjoying this interaction immensely. He gave a slight nod which Sniper hardly noticed through heavy, seductive lids. With her shirt disposed of, he made a play for territory and added kissing to his tour of her body, gently nipping the sharp ridges of her collarbone, his arms snaking up underneath hers, winding up her back to grip her shoulders, holding her firmly against him. Sniper adjusted her seat in his lap, fully straddling him, their torsos meeting. As he explored her body, expertly maneuvering his hands, Sniper allowed her fingers to trace the hard angles and planes of his body, too. He laved his tongue along her ribs, leaning her back so that the curves of her body became lean, long, lingering lines, all traceable by his tongue. He tasted a faint trace of sweat of her skin, smelling soap, the aroma faded, and from his throat came the tiniest grunt of arousal. Sniper's skin was ablaze with sensation. She hadn't been touched this way in some time, and the lingering, drowsy effect of the nap she'd had earlier mixed with the heady froth of her own arousal, floundering her brain with pleasure chemicals. She could feel Spy's growing erection press against her, and at that, she grew impatient with his lack of undress and pushed against him, jerking at his tie and appraising of his movements as he unbuttoned his collar. She pulled the tie free, dropping it as soon as it was loose, and watched as he lifted both his dress shirt and undershirt off in one swift, unceremonious overhead tug. She paused to run her hands over the exposed muscles of his arms before diving again for the plunder of his mouth. As they kissed she worked on his belt, whipped it ridiculously from its belt loops and tossed it into the ether. Spy's hands finally made their way to her breasts, with thumb pads rolling softly, palms cupping, softly manipulating, and while their movements suggested a lusty frenzy of wanton sex, the nuances of their engagement were affectionate. His hands soon trailed down her belly and worked fastidiously at the drawstring of her pants--he peeled them down her hips so he could squeeze each globe of her ass, appreciatively. Sniper gave him a devious look. No panties. She pulled away from him, moving her hands to the juncture of his legs and stroking against him, purred intensely against his ear, huffing warm, damp breath there. He growled almost imperceptibly as he tossed her, somewhat playfully, onto her back. She giggled softly and let him undress her. She watched as he kneeled between her legs. She felt warmth rush up her chest as he kissed down between the valley of her breasts to her tummy, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the loosened pajamas and smiling when she shimmied her hips up, allowing him to slide them down, enjoying her skin as he did so. He nuzzled her sex, very sweetly, inhaling her scent, and did take notice when her breath caught in her throat. He laid more soft, moist kisses along her inner thighs, and licked the skin alongside her knee. He worked his way back up her body with strokes of hand and face and tongue. He sat up on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his trousers, undressed himself further. Sniper took the time to regard his body, and tried to ignore the flip-flopping of her stomach their activity was causing. It was exciting, yes. She hadn't fooled around with anyone in three years at least, and the last time it hadn't been so great. She'd been stealing glances at Spy for weeks now, she might have even spent some time lying in this very bed, mentally undressing him down to his... When he looked back at her, he noticed that her eagle eyes were targeted on his lower body, but not the part he wanted her to admire. "What?" he asked, breathlessly. As soon as he did so, he regretted his eagerness, his obvious eager need. Her eyes were wide. She sat up on her knees and put her hand on his thigh. "Nice sock garters." "Merde," he hissed, possibly blushing, and began to reach to undo them. "No." Her hands hurriedly covered his and she gave him a pleading look. "Let me do it." She placed her palm against his chest and pressed on him, until he relented, his legs bending and then placing his feet on the bed as he laid back, one hand resting on his stomach. His socks were nice, they looked silky, expensive. She smirked at herself and snapped the elastic, lightly, at which he gave her a dubious, unimpressed stare, his mouth a rather spartan, flat line that belied his internal delight. She obliged him in removing the garters, curious things, and tugged off his socks with decidedly less interest. She kissed his muscled calf as he grew restless and sat up on his elbows. The heat of her body against his skin was scintillating. He watched as her eyes traversed his body, from the lean, ropy muscles of his legs to the slender notches of his hips. She traced her gaze with light, grazing fingertips. Sniper's fingers touching his hips sent a visible jolt through him. It meant business. "Ticklish?" she asked, her voice low and almost hoarse, eyes glinting as he sat up, his face very close to hers. He cupped her cheek and studied the lurid mark the RED Sniper had left there. He tutted the blemish, and moved his gaze to her mouth. He dragged his thumb over her swollen, bee-stung lips. He grinned and descended on her, enveloping her with delicate kisses. Their bodies touching, sweat mingling, it took only minutes for the scent of their amorous attentions to fill the small space. Sniper reached between them to grasp his maleness at the root, her teeth gently trapping his lower lip in the midst of his grunt. Her hand was soft, warm, and moved slowly up and down his length. He gulped down air, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as she moved closer, her hands working at his manhood and her mouth kissing his tensed shoulder, moving upwards. She licked her lips and pressed her cheek against his. She whispered, "Is that good?" "Oui," he moaned. Sniper smirked and laid kisses upon his shoulder, stroking his hard, throbbing cock a little more vigorously. She pushed her breasts firmly against him as she moved down, swirling her tongue down his abdomen, laving alongside his bellybutton, pressing him back down onto the bed. He relaxed his head, eyes pinched shut and eyebrows hidden somewhere beneath his balaclava, mouth slack, parted in ecstasy. Sniper maneuvered her hands around his girth, pushing it up against his stomach, and after making him wait a few agonizing seconds, she licked all along his length, from his balls up to the tip, which she approached with some apparent hunger. Her small hands cupped his balls and held his manhood steady as she licked, teased, and applied soft suction. Spy sighed, an utmost happy-sounding sigh, and his hand found its way to the back of her neck, urging her, but not insistently. Sniper took him fully into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin, his taste, and the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath her. She went about her task for a while, enjoying the slight flexing of his hips, at which she placed her hands there, again eliciting a shiver from him, and she pressed her thumbs into the grooves of his narrow waist. Taking him deeply into her mouth, she hummed, sending the thrumming vibration up his cock, right up his spine. "Chouette alors," he groaned. Obviously removed to another place altogether, Spy bucked into her and urged her in French to speed up, continue, oh god, oh... Not long after, "Je jouis," came strained from his lips as his body tensed, his orgasm just beginning. Sniper maintained speed, determined to milk him for everything he was worth, taking out her anger, her frustration with him, and sensed as his orgasm began and he ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed his fluid, not thinking twice about it, and cleaned him up with her tongue, riding out his orgasm as he drifted off briefly. She watched his chest rising and falling, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. When he began to relax, she regarded his tender hips, and kissed his right side, sucking and biting playfully, biding her time as he returned to Earth. Looking pleased with herself, she moved herself up over his legs, his member softening slightly as it shifted, and slipped into a neat hiding place between her breasts. She propped her chin on her left hand. "Did you eat pineapple today?" The Spy choked out snort at that. "Pardon?" She shook her head. "Nevermind." He looked at her for a long moment. "Come 'ere." She crawled up towards him. He pulled her in for a brief kiss. "Why didn't you have ze Medic tend to zis?" She turned her head. "What?" "It must 'urt," he said. "Oh," she said, remembering the bruise, the swelling. She'd forgotten it. She was still pooled in arousal, tingling, not paying the injury any mind, but looking at the Spy with a dazed expression. "I haven't seen it. Is it bad?" He rolled on his side and pulled her to him, saying nothing. He pulled her leg over his hip and ran his hand down her body and slid his fingers between the lips of her sex, finding the flesh there slippery with wetness. She moaned softly, and he watched her, raptly. He continued to rub, his dick surging back to life at the immense arousal he felt at her readiness for him, the oil slick of sex-readying lubricant her body supplied. She moaned when he slipped his middle finger inside, and moaned again when his thumb pressed against her clit. He kissed her, toying with her rapidly growing state of arousal. "I want you," she murmured, her hips gliding back and forth against him, pressing down into his hand, into his body. "Oui, mademoiselle," he told her, his own voice husky and roughened with passion. "Do you?" she blurted, looking around, the question unasked but obvious. He shook his head, relaxing back and placing his other hand on his forehead. "Non." He chuckled, almost cruelly, recognition floating down over him. "Non. I do not." Sniper looked forlorn, dizzy, and hungry. "Damn...I don't either." He removed his hand, fingers damp, and rested it on her hip. "Do you wish to stop?" ==================== Be efficient. Be polite. Use a rubber. Um. If there are errors in this story, I apologize. I don't have a beta. Feedback is welcome though.