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bonnefoisTitle: Flip
Series: TF2
Character/pairing: Scout/Miss Pauling
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2033
Author's note: Technically the Spider-Man kiss didn't exist in that era, but considering that as of The Steam Link Rocket League, Steam, modern computers and Street Fighter exist in this era, I can assume that the Spider-man kiss existed.
For Hazmad as a late birthday present. She betaed it too.
Based on the trend of Somersault kisses
"Scout, I don't have that much free time--"
"This will be super quick, I promise. Just, lemme show you somethin', right over here--"
Scout took her wrist, all but pulling her away from the base. Sand had worn a hole through the heel of her pantyhose. The day wasn't even over yet, and she'd already ruined another pair. His cap was askew, but he didn't bother to fix it as he led her towards the relative privacy of a shady outcropping of rust-colored rocks.
He'd poured water over his red shirt and tied it about the back to show off the abs he kept claiming he had. The effect was less stud and more rent boy from a particularly poorly written after school special.
A shame he hadn't opted for tighter pants instead. With his constant exercise, he had some of the best thighs she'd ever seen on anyone of any gender. Of course, if she ever told him that, he'd probably never put on pants again as long as he lived.
Which would probably cause all kinds of problems, even if it would be a great motivator for her.
"Scout--" Her scuffed black heel caught on a sinkhole. Oh, another grave. She'd have to add a little more soil on that one pretty soon, or bones would be dragged up again.
"Need a lift?" he said.
"No, I've got it."
Miss Pauling pulled her shoe free, and balanced on one foot to empty it of sand. A black pencil skirt hadn't been the best choice, even if it did look great and hide blood stains surprisingly well. "Not everyone can run like you, you know. Especially not in these heels."
"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome," Scout said. "Anyways, we're close enough!"
She smoothed the front of her purple blouse. White lace edged the front, circling to about her waist. She wasn't surprised to feel the roughness of sand against her palm. Living in the Badlands meant it got everywhere. She wouldn't admit that after they'd started dating she'd started changing up what she wore, and checking her hair to see if she'd gotten errant flecks of bone or blood or brain matter. She'd even gone and bought some lacy lingerie that she hadn't introduced him to yet. After all, his ego was already so inflated, he was about one compliment from floating off into space.
"I can help you with gettin' rid of that sand," Scout said. "In fact, I bet there's some on your skirt, maybe even under your skirt--"
"I think I've got it," she said dryly. "Besides, we'd have to got to a lot more private place than this to do something like that."
"Sure about that? Might be spicy to do it where someone could hear and be jealous," Scout said. He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"At least wait until it gets darker, and I'm not on call," she said.
"Ahahahwa, yeah! Sex bucket list is a go!"
"You brought me all the way out here to try and brush sand off of me?" she said, lifting one eyebrow.
Scout pulled his duffel bag around, and began to rifle through it. "Naw, though that is a great idea for later. Here, here, you gotta see this," Scout said.
Scout pulled out some pictures he'd clipped out of some newspaper. They must've been from somewhere far from Teufort, as Miss Pauling and Bidwell regularly scanned the newspapers to see what else they had to cover up.
"Sooo, what do you think? Awesome, right?"
Miss Pauling looked over the couple. Despite their tight positions, it wasn't pornographic, as she would've first guessed, considering how when she'd first come across him a few minutes ago, he had kept hugging the pictures to his chest, then shoved them back into his bag, completely refusing to show her until they were truly alone in a sandy corner of the badlands. Shaded by the outcropping of reddish-brown rocks, she studied the several pictures, and shook her head.
She couldn't say that she was surprised, not when he'd already excitedly pointed out famous comic book and movie kisses to her, with every intention of acting every single one out as a kind of kiss bucket list. But this required even more flexibility than that upside down in the rain had, especially as he'd wanted a turn as Mary-Jane after his stint at being Spider-Man.
"I was fine with the spandex and capes, and making out on buildings and occasionally hanging from lamp posts, but this is ridiculous," she said. She gestured to the couple, twisted up in a kiss that defied logic and gravity. "You could break your neck. I could break my neck."
"Eh, breakin' your neck ain't too bad. Way better than havin' my guts fly all over. And besides, you ain't breakin' anythin'. I'll catch your fall, Scout's honor," he said. Scout chuckled at his own joke.
"If BLU Scout jumped off a cliff, would you do the same?" Miss Pauling said.
"Hell yeah, I'm not goin' to let that little loudmouth poser think he can bungee jump better than me," Scout said.
Miss Pauling frowned. "Without a bungee cord?" she said.
"I am totally hittin' the bottom before he does. First one back from Respawn wins!" Scout said.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I even asked."
"Because you wanted to imagine me sexily jumpin' around. Though if you wanna see my shirt fly up, you just gotta ask. I'll totally buy a wind machine to follow me around. Hell, it'll make any capes I wear like ten times cooler." Scout did a pose, so that his shirt rode up. "Consider that an early birthday present."
"My birthday isn't for six months yet," she said.
"Then I'll do it every day until it is--and then every day after, because you deserve all the good stuff in the world, and I'm the best good stuff there is," Scout said. He pulled back his shirt sleeve, revealing more of his arm. "See, even more good stuff, all just for you, at the low, low price of free, unless kisses count, then only sort of free. Anyways, muscles!"
He struck a few more poses, like an imitation of a surrealist bodybuilding technique. She covered her mouth to keep back her laughter, and didn't quite succeed.
"Haaa, you're smilin'! I knew it!"
"I'm not!" she said, but couldn't fight the laughter anymore. Done with his posing, he wrapped her up in his arms. Scout kissed across her cheeks, with light brushes against her neck. "I made you smile."
"Because you're a jerk," she said.
"If makin' you happy makes me a jerk, then I am goin' to be the jerkiest jerkoff asshole in the world!"
"You won't have to try hard for that," Miss Pauling said, but she couldn't help but laugh again as his lips tickled against her neck.
"It's hard to improve on perfection, but I manage it every day," Scout said.
She did have to admit to herself that his posing did manage to lighten her day, largely because he always managed to make her happy, no matter how tough her workload had been, or how many hours she'd been on call that day.
Somehow, in all this, the picture hadn't even crinkled. She looked over it again. It started with the Asian girl bent over, then another shot caught her being flipped into the air, until they were holding hands and kissing.
Miss Pauling pointed to the picture. "If we do this, my butt is going to be right in your face before we flip," she said.
"I consider it a plus. One really great, fine, juicy plus. I love butt stuff!" he said.
"Yes, I know, you scream it while you're working out. People in fifty miles way know your interests," she said.
"I can't help it, sometimes I just gotta scream out stuff when I'm happy," Scout said.
Which would explain why sometimes he just screamed her name. Not simply in bed, just sometimes at the dinner table, or while working out, as if she had the power to cause him long-distance orgasms just by existing.
She took one last look at the photo. The pictures were rather cute, in a completely harebrained scheme sort of way. It was just like him to make some adventure out of the mundane. Plenty of people sneaked around to steal kisses, but most of them didn't do it in colorful spandex themed roleplay.
"If you die, I'm going to make you bury yourself when you get back out of Respawn," Miss Pauling said.
"So--wait, wait---you will? You'll flip kiss with me?" Scout said.
"Against my better judgment, yes," she said.
"Aw, yeaaaaah! This is goin' to be the best--really the bee's knees!"
"The bee's knees, really?" Miss Pauling said.
"The beesest kneesest," Scout said.
She bent down, her hands held behind her out for him to take. But nothing happened. As the seconds passed, she wondered if he'd lost his nerve. It wouldn't be the first time, considering how many times he'd called her and stuttered out so, this weekend you...you doin' somethin'? only to drop the phone and scream back at it good, because I'm doin' somethin' too, it's great we're both such busy and great people!
"Aren't we supposed to be doing something utterly ridiculous?" Miss Pauling said.
"Just a sec, enjoyin' the view," Scout said.
"You can't see me now, but I'm glaring at you," she said. At the moment, she was glaring at his muddy shoes. At least he hadn't tracked sand and mud onto her carpet this time.
"Hot," Scout said.
"For fuck's sake, Scout---"
"Gotcha," he said.
It was like the moment of swinging, and jumping off at the highest point. He took her hands, and pulled her back and up in a flip, and into his arms. Stray rays of sunlight reflected off her glasses, even through the shade she could see the coming dusk and hues of pink and gold across the desert. It went from a moment of infinite sky across the desert, to his roguish smile. Somehow, they were still intact as he leaned in to kiss her. It was only a second though, before he toppled backwards. She fell too, crumbling onto him in the sand.
She tried to catch her breath from the moment, and the fall. Just a few inches more and he'd have hit his head on the rocks, and it would've been one hell of sobering ending for the both of them.
She reached up to feel against his red shirt. Frantic heartbeat, though that was commonplace around her. He took in shallow, desperate breaths.
"Oh, damn, I knocked the breath out of you, didn't I? I told you this was a bad idea!"
He shook his head. "No--It was---a wonderful--"
He forced air into his lungs and gasped for breath.
It came to mind that she should probably get off his chest. Miss Pauling shifted her weight off of him, and felt down his chest, but he didn't flinch as her fingers ran down his ribs.
"At least you didn't get any broken bones that I can see. Still, Scout, you almost died. Had we fallen a few more inches, we both would've been a bloody mess. Skull fractures aren't fun to clean up!" she said.
"Are you kiddin'? That was incredible! That'd be the best way I ever died. Other than being sexed to death," Scout said.
"Don't tempt me," she said. She looked to her watch, which somehow hadn't cracked. She went through almost as many watches as pairs of pantyhose. "My break is almost over. Taking in the drive back, we have about all of five seconds left."
"Five whole seconds left, huh? How close to death do you think you can get me in that amount of time?" he said.
"Let's find out," she said.
She grabbed ahold of his shirt and pushed him down for another kiss.
Series: TF2
Character/pairing: Scout/Miss Pauling
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2033
Author's note: Technically the Spider-Man kiss didn't exist in that era, but considering that as of The Steam Link Rocket League, Steam, modern computers and Street Fighter exist in this era, I can assume that the Spider-man kiss existed.
For Hazmad as a late birthday present. She betaed it too.
Based on the trend of Somersault kisses
"Scout, I don't have that much free time--"
"This will be super quick, I promise. Just, lemme show you somethin', right over here--"
Scout took her wrist, all but pulling her away from the base. Sand had worn a hole through the heel of her pantyhose. The day wasn't even over yet, and she'd already ruined another pair. His cap was askew, but he didn't bother to fix it as he led her towards the relative privacy of a shady outcropping of rust-colored rocks.
He'd poured water over his red shirt and tied it about the back to show off the abs he kept claiming he had. The effect was less stud and more rent boy from a particularly poorly written after school special.
A shame he hadn't opted for tighter pants instead. With his constant exercise, he had some of the best thighs she'd ever seen on anyone of any gender. Of course, if she ever told him that, he'd probably never put on pants again as long as he lived.
Which would probably cause all kinds of problems, even if it would be a great motivator for her.
"Scout--" Her scuffed black heel caught on a sinkhole. Oh, another grave. She'd have to add a little more soil on that one pretty soon, or bones would be dragged up again.
"Need a lift?" he said.
"No, I've got it."
Miss Pauling pulled her shoe free, and balanced on one foot to empty it of sand. A black pencil skirt hadn't been the best choice, even if it did look great and hide blood stains surprisingly well. "Not everyone can run like you, you know. Especially not in these heels."
"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome," Scout said. "Anyways, we're close enough!"
She smoothed the front of her purple blouse. White lace edged the front, circling to about her waist. She wasn't surprised to feel the roughness of sand against her palm. Living in the Badlands meant it got everywhere. She wouldn't admit that after they'd started dating she'd started changing up what she wore, and checking her hair to see if she'd gotten errant flecks of bone or blood or brain matter. She'd even gone and bought some lacy lingerie that she hadn't introduced him to yet. After all, his ego was already so inflated, he was about one compliment from floating off into space.
"I can help you with gettin' rid of that sand," Scout said. "In fact, I bet there's some on your skirt, maybe even under your skirt--"
"I think I've got it," she said dryly. "Besides, we'd have to got to a lot more private place than this to do something like that."
"Sure about that? Might be spicy to do it where someone could hear and be jealous," Scout said. He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"At least wait until it gets darker, and I'm not on call," she said.
"Ahahahwa, yeah! Sex bucket list is a go!"
"You brought me all the way out here to try and brush sand off of me?" she said, lifting one eyebrow.
Scout pulled his duffel bag around, and began to rifle through it. "Naw, though that is a great idea for later. Here, here, you gotta see this," Scout said.
Scout pulled out some pictures he'd clipped out of some newspaper. They must've been from somewhere far from Teufort, as Miss Pauling and Bidwell regularly scanned the newspapers to see what else they had to cover up.
"Sooo, what do you think? Awesome, right?"
Miss Pauling looked over the couple. Despite their tight positions, it wasn't pornographic, as she would've first guessed, considering how when she'd first come across him a few minutes ago, he had kept hugging the pictures to his chest, then shoved them back into his bag, completely refusing to show her until they were truly alone in a sandy corner of the badlands. Shaded by the outcropping of reddish-brown rocks, she studied the several pictures, and shook her head.
She couldn't say that she was surprised, not when he'd already excitedly pointed out famous comic book and movie kisses to her, with every intention of acting every single one out as a kind of kiss bucket list. But this required even more flexibility than that upside down in the rain had, especially as he'd wanted a turn as Mary-Jane after his stint at being Spider-Man.
"I was fine with the spandex and capes, and making out on buildings and occasionally hanging from lamp posts, but this is ridiculous," she said. She gestured to the couple, twisted up in a kiss that defied logic and gravity. "You could break your neck. I could break my neck."
"Eh, breakin' your neck ain't too bad. Way better than havin' my guts fly all over. And besides, you ain't breakin' anythin'. I'll catch your fall, Scout's honor," he said. Scout chuckled at his own joke.
"If BLU Scout jumped off a cliff, would you do the same?" Miss Pauling said.
"Hell yeah, I'm not goin' to let that little loudmouth poser think he can bungee jump better than me," Scout said.
Miss Pauling frowned. "Without a bungee cord?" she said.
"I am totally hittin' the bottom before he does. First one back from Respawn wins!" Scout said.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I even asked."
"Because you wanted to imagine me sexily jumpin' around. Though if you wanna see my shirt fly up, you just gotta ask. I'll totally buy a wind machine to follow me around. Hell, it'll make any capes I wear like ten times cooler." Scout did a pose, so that his shirt rode up. "Consider that an early birthday present."
"My birthday isn't for six months yet," she said.
"Then I'll do it every day until it is--and then every day after, because you deserve all the good stuff in the world, and I'm the best good stuff there is," Scout said. He pulled back his shirt sleeve, revealing more of his arm. "See, even more good stuff, all just for you, at the low, low price of free, unless kisses count, then only sort of free. Anyways, muscles!"
He struck a few more poses, like an imitation of a surrealist bodybuilding technique. She covered her mouth to keep back her laughter, and didn't quite succeed.
"Haaa, you're smilin'! I knew it!"
"I'm not!" she said, but couldn't fight the laughter anymore. Done with his posing, he wrapped her up in his arms. Scout kissed across her cheeks, with light brushes against her neck. "I made you smile."
"Because you're a jerk," she said.
"If makin' you happy makes me a jerk, then I am goin' to be the jerkiest jerkoff asshole in the world!"
"You won't have to try hard for that," Miss Pauling said, but she couldn't help but laugh again as his lips tickled against her neck.
"It's hard to improve on perfection, but I manage it every day," Scout said.
She did have to admit to herself that his posing did manage to lighten her day, largely because he always managed to make her happy, no matter how tough her workload had been, or how many hours she'd been on call that day.
Somehow, in all this, the picture hadn't even crinkled. She looked over it again. It started with the Asian girl bent over, then another shot caught her being flipped into the air, until they were holding hands and kissing.
Miss Pauling pointed to the picture. "If we do this, my butt is going to be right in your face before we flip," she said.
"I consider it a plus. One really great, fine, juicy plus. I love butt stuff!" he said.
"Yes, I know, you scream it while you're working out. People in fifty miles way know your interests," she said.
"I can't help it, sometimes I just gotta scream out stuff when I'm happy," Scout said.
Which would explain why sometimes he just screamed her name. Not simply in bed, just sometimes at the dinner table, or while working out, as if she had the power to cause him long-distance orgasms just by existing.
She took one last look at the photo. The pictures were rather cute, in a completely harebrained scheme sort of way. It was just like him to make some adventure out of the mundane. Plenty of people sneaked around to steal kisses, but most of them didn't do it in colorful spandex themed roleplay.
"If you die, I'm going to make you bury yourself when you get back out of Respawn," Miss Pauling said.
"So--wait, wait---you will? You'll flip kiss with me?" Scout said.
"Against my better judgment, yes," she said.
"Aw, yeaaaaah! This is goin' to be the best--really the bee's knees!"
"The bee's knees, really?" Miss Pauling said.
"The beesest kneesest," Scout said.
She bent down, her hands held behind her out for him to take. But nothing happened. As the seconds passed, she wondered if he'd lost his nerve. It wouldn't be the first time, considering how many times he'd called her and stuttered out so, this weekend you...you doin' somethin'? only to drop the phone and scream back at it good, because I'm doin' somethin' too, it's great we're both such busy and great people!
"Aren't we supposed to be doing something utterly ridiculous?" Miss Pauling said.
"Just a sec, enjoyin' the view," Scout said.
"You can't see me now, but I'm glaring at you," she said. At the moment, she was glaring at his muddy shoes. At least he hadn't tracked sand and mud onto her carpet this time.
"Hot," Scout said.
"For fuck's sake, Scout---"
"Gotcha," he said.
It was like the moment of swinging, and jumping off at the highest point. He took her hands, and pulled her back and up in a flip, and into his arms. Stray rays of sunlight reflected off her glasses, even through the shade she could see the coming dusk and hues of pink and gold across the desert. It went from a moment of infinite sky across the desert, to his roguish smile. Somehow, they were still intact as he leaned in to kiss her. It was only a second though, before he toppled backwards. She fell too, crumbling onto him in the sand.
She tried to catch her breath from the moment, and the fall. Just a few inches more and he'd have hit his head on the rocks, and it would've been one hell of sobering ending for the both of them.
She reached up to feel against his red shirt. Frantic heartbeat, though that was commonplace around her. He took in shallow, desperate breaths.
"Oh, damn, I knocked the breath out of you, didn't I? I told you this was a bad idea!"
He shook his head. "No--It was---a wonderful--"
He forced air into his lungs and gasped for breath.
It came to mind that she should probably get off his chest. Miss Pauling shifted her weight off of him, and felt down his chest, but he didn't flinch as her fingers ran down his ribs.
"At least you didn't get any broken bones that I can see. Still, Scout, you almost died. Had we fallen a few more inches, we both would've been a bloody mess. Skull fractures aren't fun to clean up!" she said.
"Are you kiddin'? That was incredible! That'd be the best way I ever died. Other than being sexed to death," Scout said.
"Don't tempt me," she said. She looked to her watch, which somehow hadn't cracked. She went through almost as many watches as pairs of pantyhose. "My break is almost over. Taking in the drive back, we have about all of five seconds left."
"Five whole seconds left, huh? How close to death do you think you can get me in that amount of time?" he said.
"Let's find out," she said.
She grabbed ahold of his shirt and pushed him down for another kiss.
