fic: Flirting With Disaster (three)
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bonnefoisTitle: Flirting With Disaster (three)
Series: TF2
Character/pairing: Scout/Miss Pauling
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,782
Summary: It started with surveillance, then a misbegotten bit of fantasy. Little by little, Miss Pauling found herself tumbling down, falling for the one person who could wreck all her careful plans.
Author's note: for sarah.
She'd thought it over and over, whether she should slip into something during the wait time. It'd leave more time for them, of course, but if someone else came to the door, it would be quite awkward. Just imagine if Bidwell had a paper that needed notarizing, and she opened it up in lingerie.
Even the thought made her blush.
So it was, she was in the same dress when the knock came. She knew it was Scout--she could hear him chattering to himself at the door.
He came with blood on his shirt. Miss Pauling had to catch her breath at the sight of him. He had death on his hands, and he was about to touch her.
Scout looked around. "This your digs?"
"Mmm," she said.
"Nice and...bare. Kinda reminds me of this hideout in Southie. I used to do deliveries there. Food--not drugs. But then I talked a little too much and got fired. Ma was so pissed when she found out. A shame, though. They paid good, and it was easy work. Just buy some food and leave it. Not as good as this place pays, though. Then again, I gotta do a lot more to get paid here."
He leaned against the doorway. "So, who you need killed this time? I'll make 'em extra dead, just for you."
"This isn't a killing mission."
"So, one of those movin' briefcase things? Because I am a frickin' pro at those."
"Come in, and--Close the door behind you, would you?" was all she said. She closed the shades. She should've done this earlier, but she was caught in plans. She'd expected that he'd take more time, but of course she should've known. Scout worked fast in everything he did.
Putting on mood music seemed questionable. (Would he even like classic jazz?) But now, she regretted not doing something more.
A candle, slipping into a negligee and answering the door like that.
Then again, it was Scout. She knew damn well mood and setting wouldn't matter. He'd be ready for her any place, any time. She could've answered the door wearing dirty overalls or a feed bag and he still would've been into it.
"So, Miss Pauling, about that--"
She put one finger to her lips. His cheeks reddened just a little bit, like a sunburn. He stared at her finger, and she could feel the shift of his lips beneath her.
"Just follow me."
The bathroom was windowless, and always dark because of it. It also had a very thick, and difficult to break lock.
When she'd bolted it behind her, Scout spoke again.
"So like, you need me to reach somethin' from the top shelf?" Scout said.
Scout craned his neck to look around.
For once, Scout was so focused on the idea of impressing her via a mission that he missed the glaringly obvious cues.
She smiled.
"No, I want you to wash my back," she said.
He gaped, his mouth a faint 'o' as she kicked off her shoes, and started to remove her thigh holster. But his dazed expression didn't last. He smirked, and followed suit. He peeled off his bloody shirt and sent it flying, and tugged at his belt. He was in such a hurry that he kept getting the tines stuck.
"Here, let me," she said.
She bent down, and started to undo it. He let out a long breath at her closeness. It was rather sexy how she could affect him with such small gestures. Like he might get turned on by just brushing against her in a hallway.
She could have a lot of fun with that.
She latched the marbled glass shower door behind her after they both stepped in. He began to push her dress up, more slowly than she expected, like he was savoring every inch of her.
"Nice panties, but they'd look better on the floor," he said.
Scout kissed her neck as he put his fingers underneath and began to roll them down. The shower spray poured over them, covering them in heat and water droplets that stayed on her skin until he licked them off.
He pushed his hand between her legs, and it was even better than she imagined. The sensuality of the moment was unparalleled. She wasn't a virgin, but it didn't change that she'd never been this hot and ready for anyone before.
He went down on his knees, and put his head between her thighs. His grip on her hips was hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises. She hope the bruises stayed tender long through the week.
She took sharp breaths through her nose as he flicked his hot tongue over her clit. Water cascaded down her breasts. She squirmed against his face, a shiver of anticipation as he gripped her about the waist. His tongue teased along her inner labia, light enough to make her twitch. He was purposefully delaying and teasing. She squeezed his hands tight with the sensitive heat of his tongue across her clit.
It'd been too long for her to hold back. She felt a moan on her lips as she felt that first slick brush of his tongue against her.
He sucked on her clit hard enough to make her gasp, and search for any kind of stability in the force of the flow. She found the door, but her knees still felt on the verge of buckling.
"Don't worry, I got you," he said.
Her head against the back of the shower. Her mind spinning. His tongue, perfectly coursing over her folds.
Even when she came, he still teased her with his mouth. By the time her orgasm was done, she was so sensitive, and perched on the edge of another massive orgasm. Water slicked down his back. He smirked as she tried to catch her breath.
"S-Scout, that was--"
Good thing she couldn't put it into words because Scout would never let her live that one down.
"God, you're gorgeous," Scout said, his voice almost reverent.
"Want some more, babe?"
She nodded. Her knees were on the brink of buckling. She ended up on the floor, her back to the shower. The water was still warm, but only just barely.
"I'll give you a good time, I promise."
He slipped his fingers into her. Her body clenched in pleasure, more pleasure than she was used to as he pushed against just the right spots inside her. He wrapped his arms about her, and clutched her tight under the warm spray of water. He kissed her all over. Her cheeks and mouth, her neck, and even her nose.
Fuck, she was so tender. And how the hell was Scout this good with his tongue, his hands?
He kept thrusting deep inside her until she was a wordless, moaning mess. He finally brought her to orgasm, quicker than expected. Which summed up a lot about Scout, but not what she expected about him giving her pleasure.
"You're really frickin' hot, you know that?"
If she could've formed coherent sentences, she would've said something back.
Finally, she managed to gasp out something. "That--that--"
"You're welcome. I hope you ain't tired, because I'm not remotely finished with you. "I could do this all day."
"Oh, God. Please do. Do you have any idea how long my dry spell has been? A decade, I think. Maybe longer. Obviously I'm not counting years when I was a child..."
"Fuck, that's awful." He traced his fingers across the side of her thigh. "You don't gotta worry about that ever again. I'll make sure of it. I'll give you a good time every day--if you want it, I mean."
He turned off the water, and reached for a towel. It had a monogram of Mann Co. at the bottom.
She started to reach for it, but his hands caught her.
"Hey, Miss Pauling...I'm not done with you yet," he said. She only had a moment of surprise before he caught her in a kiss.
He began to slowly dry every inch of her. He started from her toes, and pushed the towel between her legs. Up her thighs, up towards her hips. He took extra care to dry her breasts. Real extra care. Enough to leave her nipples hard and sensitive from all the attention.
He hadn't even come yet.
Water dripped down her back from her still damp hair. His hot mouth fit to hers. She moaned into him, into the feel of his chest against hers. She'd only just pulled her underwear on. The material was damp against her skin. He rolled her underwear down slowly.
He was teasing her, trying to get her to beg.
One part of her decor was mirrors. It helped her keep an eye on anyone who might be attacking. Also it helped her see when she'd missed those pesky bloodstains. And how to put on her lipstick, of course.
Scout smiled in the mirror, and winked.
"Hey, lemme leave the lights on."
Scout would want to fuck in front of the mirror.
But, she could work with this.
She lifted one eye brow, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. She dared him further. He sucked air through his crooked teeth.
"F-Fuckin' sexy."
She smirked. Scout may just have been the easiest man to seduce in the history of the world. Good for him this was just her taking care of needs and not doing a honey pot scheme. Because he'd be a goner.
Scout gripped her hips. He was just behind her.
"God, you look so fuckin' good from this angle."
The large one overlooking the bed became a lot more clearer as she could easily watch herself be fucked. Scout pushed her legs apart, and in the reflection she saw every detail as he pushed in deep with that first thrust. He let out a low groan. He wasn't huge, but he fit her well. She couldn't have gone for somebody much bigger. She wasn't into limping around the next day.
Miss Pauling was definitely no size queen. She'd much rather have someone who fit her well. Someone fun to spend time with.
She was flexible about the rest.
Scout thrust deep into her over and over. He hit just right inside her with each thrust. Maybe she'd have been self conscious that she could see everything, right down to his cock slipping into her again and again, but it felt so good that nothing mattered but the way heir bodies fit each other.
Damn the consequences, she was in too deep now. Or maybe she should say, he was in too deep now.
And fuck, it felt amazing. She might have to completely reconsider her opinion of Scout if he made her come from vaginal.
Her moans became soft and whimpering as Scout picked up the pace. She got fucked, and watched him fuck her in the many mirrors. She'd never even thought of using them like that.
Now she'd never be able to look at the mirrors the same. Not with the way as she got the best pornographic sight of watching him fuck her as she was being thrust into over and over and the pleasure became almost overwhelming.
"Sc-Scout, I-I...Fuck!"
All at once, she came hard enough to fall forward, her face in the pillow. Her eyes saw stars as the perfect tingling pleasure cascaded all through her, from her core outwards.
It wasn't just the fact it felt good. There was a perfect moment of calm. In those moments, she didn't think about all the things she had to do, or everything that could go wrong.
She shifted until she lay back on the bed in a post-coital, wrung out bliss. The warmth was incredible. His arms held her snug against him. She barely knew what it felt like to let go, to relax. Miss Pauling slept with a bottle of jack and couple sleeping pills.
Sure she'd had sex before, but even then she'd kept her gun near. Just in case she had to dispose of the person later, just in case she said too much. Witnesses couldn't be left alive. Something that hopefully wouldn't be an issue with Scout. He was too useful to be dead for long.
She'd wanted to get him out of her system. Something like a one night stand, except one that lasted more than one night. But now all she wanted was more. She should've foreseen this. It'd all started with those stupid fantasies which got out of hand.
She wanted more--even if she was fucked to the point of exhaustion. And what she wanted, she got.
Now would be the moment to send him out into the dark. But, something unexpected happened. He pulled her into his arms. Even if he wasn't inside her right now, he'd gotten close enough that there was no distance between them. Her forehead to his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat, and waited for her breathing to get back to normal.
It was supposed to be just bodies together, pleasure, and not feelings or any kind of gentleness. She hadn't even thought him capable of this. However, those worries and thoughts faded away. With all that pleasure had come a wonderfully deep sense of calm. His hand rested on her back, stroking light circles around her shoulder blades.
"Your arm is going to be numb," she said.
"Don't care. That was---amazin'. Beyond anythin' I could've dreamed of. Like nothin' I ever had, that's for sure. You're one of a kind."
"You're pretty unique, too."
He yawned, and buried his face into her hair.
"Don't think I'll stay up enough to say all I wanna say, so I'll just say what I can. The wait was worth it. I'd do it all over again, even if it took six more years."
"I wouldn't want you to. Six years is a long time to go without even a kiss," she said.
"Tell me about it," Scout said. His voice was sleepy. He nestled against her, relaxed in a way she hadn't seen before.
"We both have to get up tomorrow," she said. "There could be risks of you being seen sneaking out of my apartment."
"Yeah, but you ever think about mornin' sex? I could make good use of that shower again."
She couldn't argue with that kind of logic. Especially not when she was very interested in experiencing some morning sex of her own.
*
She woke up sticky, sweaty, in dire need of another shower. But she was warm, so damn warm. His arms were around her, and the soft sound of his breathing just close enough to hear. She savored the seconds in the dark until the alarm would come.
She glanced at the clock. Four AM. She'd have to be up in thirty minutes. Her plans had involved a thirty minute window. It'd turned into hours, then passing out for even longer. She mentally tried to calculate her hours. Eight whole hours of sleep seemed downright decadent. There'd be hell to pay for what she hadn't finished, but it felt like she'd touched some sort of heaven.
She didn't cry in front of anyone, and she certainly didn't fall asleep in front of anyone. She didn't even have her gun nearby--the risk of it going off while they were together was too much of a buzzkill.
And she never slept without her gun in arm's reach.
She gently nudged him. "Scout, get up."
"Mornin' to you too, beautiful," Scout muttered groggily.
"Listen, Scout. You can't talk."
Scout rubbed at his eyes. "What? That ain't physically possible. I even talk when I'm sleepin'!"
"I know. What I mean is, you can't speak about this to anyone. No kissing and telling, don't even hint about it, okay?"
It was still dark. Stealth wasn't his forte, to put it mildly, but maybe he could make a plausible excuse.
Who was she kidding? This was Scout.
"I'm not kidding. I had to break apart a friendship once. There's no telling what the Administrator would do if she found out about us."
"But Heavy and Medic are friends. Obviously it ain't completely forbidden," Scout said.
"A cross-faction kind of friendship," she said.
Also, Heavy and Medic were far more than just friends. Now wasn't the time to go into their coworker's love lives.
"But we ain't on separate teams," Scout said.
"Don't fight me on this. I know the Administrator a lot better that you."
"Aight, I'll try my best. So, you want a cup of mornin' wake you up?" Scout said, so suggestively she couldn't tell if he was offering sex, coffee, or some combination of the two.
(How even would one have sex with coffee? If there was a way to fuck coffee, Scout would find out and somehow bring her along for the ride.)
"Trying isn't good enough. I'm going to need a promise so we both remain alive. Understand?"
Scout nodded. "Gotcha."
"And yes...I'd love one."
*
With a glance backwards, Miss Pauling stole one last kiss. His mouth tasted sweet, like the coffee he'd just drank. He'd poured an alarming amount of sugar into his cup, then added milk. It was so light brown that it looked like liquid caramel.
"It's too risky to come around here too often," she said in a low voice.
"Risky's my kinda thing, though. It's practically my middle name."
"Your middle name is Jack. After your father," she said.
Or at least the father of his brothers, and Colleen's first husband. Not his blood father. Everyone but Scout seemed to know.
Scout smirked. "Memorized everythin' about me, huh?"
"It's my job," she said.
Though, he was right. She had paid special attention to him, more than even he could guess. Maybe there'd even been hints of it before then. Ones that she buried away and pushed deep down because dating a coworker was a bad idea.
He stretched out in a yawn. She watched him with distinct appreciation. "Jeez, I didn't realize you were gettin' up at the asscrack of dawn every day."
"I mean it, Scout. You need to keep this between us. And just as a warning... This could be dangerous."
Scout lifted his eyebrows. "You really goin' to say danger don't get you hot? Because somethin' makes me think it does."
Scout wasn't the perceptive one. That was Heavy and Spy, and in his more lucid moments, Medic. She was either completely transparent, or Scout had learned a trick or two.
He lifted her chin. "You ain't backin' out. You're way too tough for that."
"...No. We simply need to find better and less obvious meeting places," she said.
"So, when am I goin' to see you again? Tomorrow for lunch? What about dinner? Oh, and maybe we could meet for breakfast. And you could be the breakfast--"
She cut him off. "Listen, I need to lay down some ground rules: I'm not going to treat you specially outside of when we're absolutely alone. I won't even acknowledge you outside of a business aspect, understand?"
"Yeah, but it'd be more realistic if I stay the same. They're goin' to wonder if suddenly I don't even look at you. They're goin' to think somethin' went down there," he said.
He had a point there. Besides, stealth wasn't Scout's forte. If she made him act like he didn't care, he'd just show it in a thousand little ways. Stolen glances, wistful looks, and her face drawn at the edge of all his notebooks and hidden under his bed.
"Just...don't take it to heart if I'm cold to you, okay?"
"At least give me a code or somethin'!"
"Codes can be broken," she said sternly.
"Yeah, I'm no good with 'em either," Scout said. He tapped his lower lip as he thought it over.
"Listen.... Around each base there's houses built for extra missions. Mostly to clean up the blood and help hide supplies which are a bit suspicious held in bulk. And they all have beds in them in case I need to collapse for a while. They're hidden behind seemingly uninteresting props," Miss Pauling said slowly.
"So, basically to clean up all the blood after you done hidin' the bodies, right?" Scout said.
"Exactly. They aren't monitored for obvious reasons, though most are at least twenty miles away. I'm really the only one who uses them, given clean up is usually my job."
"Heh, twenty miles? I won't even be winded. Seriously, this is me we're talkin' about. Just give me the directions and I'll make sure you ain't even a bit lonely."
"And there's gaps in the security cameras."
She pushed herself out from bed as the alarm started to ring. "I'll call you."
"I'll be waitin'!" Scout called after her.
She didn't say it, but Miss Pauling knew that she would be as well.
*
She shifted, with an awkward glance about the room. He'd left large hickeys all along her thighs, and with her legs crossed as she worked, the touch of skin was tender, and a reminder of just how far she'd gone last night.
He'd left many other marks on her where no one could see, across her breasts and stomach, her hips and even on the small of her back. In fact, he would've left a whole lot more if she hadn't fallen asleep.
One of the orderlies looked at her questioningly. "Is something the matter?"
She flinched, as if the orderly had overheard her thoughts. "The metal on the chair...was cold," she said.
"Oh--of course, the Administrator always keeps it very cold in here."
She heard a murmur from another orderly--perhaps as cold as her heart, though she couldn't be sure. Either way, she didn't acknowledge it. He'd soon be on her to-kill list if he kept it up. Anyone who wanted to live learned the rules of TF Industries, and the first among them were keep your mouth shut.
Well, everyone but Scout, but certain allowances were made for mercenaries. As the Administrator put it, they were some of the most dangerous men in the world who had been gifted immortality through the mechanics of Respawn. Push them to far and a riot to end all riots could be on their hands.
Series: TF2
Character/pairing: Scout/Miss Pauling
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,782
Summary: It started with surveillance, then a misbegotten bit of fantasy. Little by little, Miss Pauling found herself tumbling down, falling for the one person who could wreck all her careful plans.
Author's note: for sarah.
She'd thought it over and over, whether she should slip into something during the wait time. It'd leave more time for them, of course, but if someone else came to the door, it would be quite awkward. Just imagine if Bidwell had a paper that needed notarizing, and she opened it up in lingerie.
Even the thought made her blush.
So it was, she was in the same dress when the knock came. She knew it was Scout--she could hear him chattering to himself at the door.
He came with blood on his shirt. Miss Pauling had to catch her breath at the sight of him. He had death on his hands, and he was about to touch her.
Scout looked around. "This your digs?"
"Mmm," she said.
"Nice and...bare. Kinda reminds me of this hideout in Southie. I used to do deliveries there. Food--not drugs. But then I talked a little too much and got fired. Ma was so pissed when she found out. A shame, though. They paid good, and it was easy work. Just buy some food and leave it. Not as good as this place pays, though. Then again, I gotta do a lot more to get paid here."
He leaned against the doorway. "So, who you need killed this time? I'll make 'em extra dead, just for you."
"This isn't a killing mission."
"So, one of those movin' briefcase things? Because I am a frickin' pro at those."
"Come in, and--Close the door behind you, would you?" was all she said. She closed the shades. She should've done this earlier, but she was caught in plans. She'd expected that he'd take more time, but of course she should've known. Scout worked fast in everything he did.
Putting on mood music seemed questionable. (Would he even like classic jazz?) But now, she regretted not doing something more.
A candle, slipping into a negligee and answering the door like that.
Then again, it was Scout. She knew damn well mood and setting wouldn't matter. He'd be ready for her any place, any time. She could've answered the door wearing dirty overalls or a feed bag and he still would've been into it.
"So, Miss Pauling, about that--"
She put one finger to her lips. His cheeks reddened just a little bit, like a sunburn. He stared at her finger, and she could feel the shift of his lips beneath her.
"Just follow me."
The bathroom was windowless, and always dark because of it. It also had a very thick, and difficult to break lock.
When she'd bolted it behind her, Scout spoke again.
"So like, you need me to reach somethin' from the top shelf?" Scout said.
Scout craned his neck to look around.
For once, Scout was so focused on the idea of impressing her via a mission that he missed the glaringly obvious cues.
She smiled.
"No, I want you to wash my back," she said.
He gaped, his mouth a faint 'o' as she kicked off her shoes, and started to remove her thigh holster. But his dazed expression didn't last. He smirked, and followed suit. He peeled off his bloody shirt and sent it flying, and tugged at his belt. He was in such a hurry that he kept getting the tines stuck.
"Here, let me," she said.
She bent down, and started to undo it. He let out a long breath at her closeness. It was rather sexy how she could affect him with such small gestures. Like he might get turned on by just brushing against her in a hallway.
She could have a lot of fun with that.
She latched the marbled glass shower door behind her after they both stepped in. He began to push her dress up, more slowly than she expected, like he was savoring every inch of her.
"Nice panties, but they'd look better on the floor," he said.
Scout kissed her neck as he put his fingers underneath and began to roll them down. The shower spray poured over them, covering them in heat and water droplets that stayed on her skin until he licked them off.
He pushed his hand between her legs, and it was even better than she imagined. The sensuality of the moment was unparalleled. She wasn't a virgin, but it didn't change that she'd never been this hot and ready for anyone before.
He went down on his knees, and put his head between her thighs. His grip on her hips was hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises. She hope the bruises stayed tender long through the week.
She took sharp breaths through her nose as he flicked his hot tongue over her clit. Water cascaded down her breasts. She squirmed against his face, a shiver of anticipation as he gripped her about the waist. His tongue teased along her inner labia, light enough to make her twitch. He was purposefully delaying and teasing. She squeezed his hands tight with the sensitive heat of his tongue across her clit.
It'd been too long for her to hold back. She felt a moan on her lips as she felt that first slick brush of his tongue against her.
He sucked on her clit hard enough to make her gasp, and search for any kind of stability in the force of the flow. She found the door, but her knees still felt on the verge of buckling.
"Don't worry, I got you," he said.
Her head against the back of the shower. Her mind spinning. His tongue, perfectly coursing over her folds.
Even when she came, he still teased her with his mouth. By the time her orgasm was done, she was so sensitive, and perched on the edge of another massive orgasm. Water slicked down his back. He smirked as she tried to catch her breath.
"S-Scout, that was--"
Good thing she couldn't put it into words because Scout would never let her live that one down.
"God, you're gorgeous," Scout said, his voice almost reverent.
"Want some more, babe?"
She nodded. Her knees were on the brink of buckling. She ended up on the floor, her back to the shower. The water was still warm, but only just barely.
"I'll give you a good time, I promise."
He slipped his fingers into her. Her body clenched in pleasure, more pleasure than she was used to as he pushed against just the right spots inside her. He wrapped his arms about her, and clutched her tight under the warm spray of water. He kissed her all over. Her cheeks and mouth, her neck, and even her nose.
Fuck, she was so tender. And how the hell was Scout this good with his tongue, his hands?
He kept thrusting deep inside her until she was a wordless, moaning mess. He finally brought her to orgasm, quicker than expected. Which summed up a lot about Scout, but not what she expected about him giving her pleasure.
"You're really frickin' hot, you know that?"
If she could've formed coherent sentences, she would've said something back.
Finally, she managed to gasp out something. "That--that--"
"You're welcome. I hope you ain't tired, because I'm not remotely finished with you. "I could do this all day."
"Oh, God. Please do. Do you have any idea how long my dry spell has been? A decade, I think. Maybe longer. Obviously I'm not counting years when I was a child..."
"Fuck, that's awful." He traced his fingers across the side of her thigh. "You don't gotta worry about that ever again. I'll make sure of it. I'll give you a good time every day--if you want it, I mean."
He turned off the water, and reached for a towel. It had a monogram of Mann Co. at the bottom.
She started to reach for it, but his hands caught her.
"Hey, Miss Pauling...I'm not done with you yet," he said. She only had a moment of surprise before he caught her in a kiss.
He began to slowly dry every inch of her. He started from her toes, and pushed the towel between her legs. Up her thighs, up towards her hips. He took extra care to dry her breasts. Real extra care. Enough to leave her nipples hard and sensitive from all the attention.
He hadn't even come yet.
Water dripped down her back from her still damp hair. His hot mouth fit to hers. She moaned into him, into the feel of his chest against hers. She'd only just pulled her underwear on. The material was damp against her skin. He rolled her underwear down slowly.
He was teasing her, trying to get her to beg.
One part of her decor was mirrors. It helped her keep an eye on anyone who might be attacking. Also it helped her see when she'd missed those pesky bloodstains. And how to put on her lipstick, of course.
Scout smiled in the mirror, and winked.
"Hey, lemme leave the lights on."
Scout would want to fuck in front of the mirror.
But, she could work with this.
She lifted one eye brow, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. She dared him further. He sucked air through his crooked teeth.
"F-Fuckin' sexy."
She smirked. Scout may just have been the easiest man to seduce in the history of the world. Good for him this was just her taking care of needs and not doing a honey pot scheme. Because he'd be a goner.
Scout gripped her hips. He was just behind her.
"God, you look so fuckin' good from this angle."
The large one overlooking the bed became a lot more clearer as she could easily watch herself be fucked. Scout pushed her legs apart, and in the reflection she saw every detail as he pushed in deep with that first thrust. He let out a low groan. He wasn't huge, but he fit her well. She couldn't have gone for somebody much bigger. She wasn't into limping around the next day.
Miss Pauling was definitely no size queen. She'd much rather have someone who fit her well. Someone fun to spend time with.
She was flexible about the rest.
Scout thrust deep into her over and over. He hit just right inside her with each thrust. Maybe she'd have been self conscious that she could see everything, right down to his cock slipping into her again and again, but it felt so good that nothing mattered but the way heir bodies fit each other.
Damn the consequences, she was in too deep now. Or maybe she should say, he was in too deep now.
And fuck, it felt amazing. She might have to completely reconsider her opinion of Scout if he made her come from vaginal.
Her moans became soft and whimpering as Scout picked up the pace. She got fucked, and watched him fuck her in the many mirrors. She'd never even thought of using them like that.
Now she'd never be able to look at the mirrors the same. Not with the way as she got the best pornographic sight of watching him fuck her as she was being thrust into over and over and the pleasure became almost overwhelming.
"Sc-Scout, I-I...Fuck!"
All at once, she came hard enough to fall forward, her face in the pillow. Her eyes saw stars as the perfect tingling pleasure cascaded all through her, from her core outwards.
It wasn't just the fact it felt good. There was a perfect moment of calm. In those moments, she didn't think about all the things she had to do, or everything that could go wrong.
She shifted until she lay back on the bed in a post-coital, wrung out bliss. The warmth was incredible. His arms held her snug against him. She barely knew what it felt like to let go, to relax. Miss Pauling slept with a bottle of jack and couple sleeping pills.
Sure she'd had sex before, but even then she'd kept her gun near. Just in case she had to dispose of the person later, just in case she said too much. Witnesses couldn't be left alive. Something that hopefully wouldn't be an issue with Scout. He was too useful to be dead for long.
She'd wanted to get him out of her system. Something like a one night stand, except one that lasted more than one night. But now all she wanted was more. She should've foreseen this. It'd all started with those stupid fantasies which got out of hand.
She wanted more--even if she was fucked to the point of exhaustion. And what she wanted, she got.
Now would be the moment to send him out into the dark. But, something unexpected happened. He pulled her into his arms. Even if he wasn't inside her right now, he'd gotten close enough that there was no distance between them. Her forehead to his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat, and waited for her breathing to get back to normal.
It was supposed to be just bodies together, pleasure, and not feelings or any kind of gentleness. She hadn't even thought him capable of this. However, those worries and thoughts faded away. With all that pleasure had come a wonderfully deep sense of calm. His hand rested on her back, stroking light circles around her shoulder blades.
"Your arm is going to be numb," she said.
"Don't care. That was---amazin'. Beyond anythin' I could've dreamed of. Like nothin' I ever had, that's for sure. You're one of a kind."
"You're pretty unique, too."
He yawned, and buried his face into her hair.
"Don't think I'll stay up enough to say all I wanna say, so I'll just say what I can. The wait was worth it. I'd do it all over again, even if it took six more years."
"I wouldn't want you to. Six years is a long time to go without even a kiss," she said.
"Tell me about it," Scout said. His voice was sleepy. He nestled against her, relaxed in a way she hadn't seen before.
"We both have to get up tomorrow," she said. "There could be risks of you being seen sneaking out of my apartment."
"Yeah, but you ever think about mornin' sex? I could make good use of that shower again."
She couldn't argue with that kind of logic. Especially not when she was very interested in experiencing some morning sex of her own.
*
She woke up sticky, sweaty, in dire need of another shower. But she was warm, so damn warm. His arms were around her, and the soft sound of his breathing just close enough to hear. She savored the seconds in the dark until the alarm would come.
She glanced at the clock. Four AM. She'd have to be up in thirty minutes. Her plans had involved a thirty minute window. It'd turned into hours, then passing out for even longer. She mentally tried to calculate her hours. Eight whole hours of sleep seemed downright decadent. There'd be hell to pay for what she hadn't finished, but it felt like she'd touched some sort of heaven.
She didn't cry in front of anyone, and she certainly didn't fall asleep in front of anyone. She didn't even have her gun nearby--the risk of it going off while they were together was too much of a buzzkill.
And she never slept without her gun in arm's reach.
She gently nudged him. "Scout, get up."
"Mornin' to you too, beautiful," Scout muttered groggily.
"Listen, Scout. You can't talk."
Scout rubbed at his eyes. "What? That ain't physically possible. I even talk when I'm sleepin'!"
"I know. What I mean is, you can't speak about this to anyone. No kissing and telling, don't even hint about it, okay?"
It was still dark. Stealth wasn't his forte, to put it mildly, but maybe he could make a plausible excuse.
Who was she kidding? This was Scout.
"I'm not kidding. I had to break apart a friendship once. There's no telling what the Administrator would do if she found out about us."
"But Heavy and Medic are friends. Obviously it ain't completely forbidden," Scout said.
"A cross-faction kind of friendship," she said.
Also, Heavy and Medic were far more than just friends. Now wasn't the time to go into their coworker's love lives.
"But we ain't on separate teams," Scout said.
"Don't fight me on this. I know the Administrator a lot better that you."
"Aight, I'll try my best. So, you want a cup of mornin' wake you up?" Scout said, so suggestively she couldn't tell if he was offering sex, coffee, or some combination of the two.
(How even would one have sex with coffee? If there was a way to fuck coffee, Scout would find out and somehow bring her along for the ride.)
"Trying isn't good enough. I'm going to need a promise so we both remain alive. Understand?"
Scout nodded. "Gotcha."
"And yes...I'd love one."
*
With a glance backwards, Miss Pauling stole one last kiss. His mouth tasted sweet, like the coffee he'd just drank. He'd poured an alarming amount of sugar into his cup, then added milk. It was so light brown that it looked like liquid caramel.
"It's too risky to come around here too often," she said in a low voice.
"Risky's my kinda thing, though. It's practically my middle name."
"Your middle name is Jack. After your father," she said.
Or at least the father of his brothers, and Colleen's first husband. Not his blood father. Everyone but Scout seemed to know.
Scout smirked. "Memorized everythin' about me, huh?"
"It's my job," she said.
Though, he was right. She had paid special attention to him, more than even he could guess. Maybe there'd even been hints of it before then. Ones that she buried away and pushed deep down because dating a coworker was a bad idea.
He stretched out in a yawn. She watched him with distinct appreciation. "Jeez, I didn't realize you were gettin' up at the asscrack of dawn every day."
"I mean it, Scout. You need to keep this between us. And just as a warning... This could be dangerous."
Scout lifted his eyebrows. "You really goin' to say danger don't get you hot? Because somethin' makes me think it does."
Scout wasn't the perceptive one. That was Heavy and Spy, and in his more lucid moments, Medic. She was either completely transparent, or Scout had learned a trick or two.
He lifted her chin. "You ain't backin' out. You're way too tough for that."
"...No. We simply need to find better and less obvious meeting places," she said.
"So, when am I goin' to see you again? Tomorrow for lunch? What about dinner? Oh, and maybe we could meet for breakfast. And you could be the breakfast--"
She cut him off. "Listen, I need to lay down some ground rules: I'm not going to treat you specially outside of when we're absolutely alone. I won't even acknowledge you outside of a business aspect, understand?"
"Yeah, but it'd be more realistic if I stay the same. They're goin' to wonder if suddenly I don't even look at you. They're goin' to think somethin' went down there," he said.
He had a point there. Besides, stealth wasn't Scout's forte. If she made him act like he didn't care, he'd just show it in a thousand little ways. Stolen glances, wistful looks, and her face drawn at the edge of all his notebooks and hidden under his bed.
"Just...don't take it to heart if I'm cold to you, okay?"
"At least give me a code or somethin'!"
"Codes can be broken," she said sternly.
"Yeah, I'm no good with 'em either," Scout said. He tapped his lower lip as he thought it over.
"Listen.... Around each base there's houses built for extra missions. Mostly to clean up the blood and help hide supplies which are a bit suspicious held in bulk. And they all have beds in them in case I need to collapse for a while. They're hidden behind seemingly uninteresting props," Miss Pauling said slowly.
"So, basically to clean up all the blood after you done hidin' the bodies, right?" Scout said.
"Exactly. They aren't monitored for obvious reasons, though most are at least twenty miles away. I'm really the only one who uses them, given clean up is usually my job."
"Heh, twenty miles? I won't even be winded. Seriously, this is me we're talkin' about. Just give me the directions and I'll make sure you ain't even a bit lonely."
"And there's gaps in the security cameras."
She pushed herself out from bed as the alarm started to ring. "I'll call you."
"I'll be waitin'!" Scout called after her.
She didn't say it, but Miss Pauling knew that she would be as well.
*
She shifted, with an awkward glance about the room. He'd left large hickeys all along her thighs, and with her legs crossed as she worked, the touch of skin was tender, and a reminder of just how far she'd gone last night.
He'd left many other marks on her where no one could see, across her breasts and stomach, her hips and even on the small of her back. In fact, he would've left a whole lot more if she hadn't fallen asleep.
One of the orderlies looked at her questioningly. "Is something the matter?"
She flinched, as if the orderly had overheard her thoughts. "The metal on the chair...was cold," she said.
"Oh--of course, the Administrator always keeps it very cold in here."
She heard a murmur from another orderly--perhaps as cold as her heart, though she couldn't be sure. Either way, she didn't acknowledge it. He'd soon be on her to-kill list if he kept it up. Anyone who wanted to live learned the rules of TF Industries, and the first among them were keep your mouth shut.
Well, everyone but Scout, but certain allowances were made for mercenaries. As the Administrator put it, they were some of the most dangerous men in the world who had been gifted immortality through the mechanics of Respawn. Push them to far and a riot to end all riots could be on their hands.
