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notintehkitchenMr. Hawk, will you please come back to the house? I found a solution to our problem.
I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?
I've sealed my gas mask on permanently so I don't have to talk to you again or be strange. I'll just be a normal Pyro again, you don't even have to think of me as a girl if you don't want to. Just think of me as a boy--or even better, an it. I'm fine with that, really. Just come back, please?
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Date: 2012-02-02 12:11 pm (UTC)The legs underneath her frame began to squirm and kick about in pleasure she was all too unsure on. Her body had made the decision, but her brain still couldn't comprehend it entirely.
As her hem was pushed away, Pyro found herself exposed all the way up to her panties. Feeling thankful she decided to part with men's undergarments months ago, Pyro didn't find herself as embarrassed as she should of felt with the silk red laced item showing.]
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Date: 2012-02-02 06:36 pm (UTC)His lips parted from her neck briefly as he was forced to breathe, the feeling of her moving against him getting him worked up. He grinned as he pressed himself to her neck once more, liking the amount of control he'd been given.
His hand continued its own survey as he felt the smooth fabric of her undergarments, fingers rubbing her in a very inappropriate place. They were only there for a few seconds before he paused, trying to gauge her reaction to see if he was doing something right.]
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Date: 2012-02-02 11:53 pm (UTC)Turning her head slightly, she squinted her eyes shut as she spoke.]
N-no... more. More.
[Leaning in close to his lips, Pyro didn't hesitate to press her own deeply against his own. Craving the taste of his lips, she found herself moving her tongue into his mouth without fully understanding what she was trying to do.]
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Date: 2012-02-03 12:07 am (UTC)Encouraged by both her words and reaction, he was happy to oblige- his hand strayed beneath her skirt again, getting back to work.]
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Date: 2012-02-03 12:25 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2012-02-03 12:37 am (UTC)He parted from her lips, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. His face brushed against the base of her neck, lips planting another bruising kiss there.]
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Date: 2012-02-03 04:44 am (UTC)Reopening her eyes, Pyro gazed directly in front of her and realized she could see his and her frame reflected back at her. It had to be her luck that as she was attempting not to look at him as much as possible due to her shyness there was a mirror giving a solid view of her bare thighs and the fingers running across her panties. Fingers she couldn't resist grinding up against by rocking her hips into them. Doing the act and seeing the act were different things completely to her. If she could see it, he could see it too.
Feeling the burn tingle throughout her whole entire body at the realization, Pyro turned her head away from the mirror and desperately tried not to look. The few seconds she had already made her feel strange. The face that had reflected back to her made her look helpless and submissive. Was she that type of woman?]
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Date: 2012-02-03 04:53 am (UTC)He cracked his eyes open, glancing to her, his lips still at her neck.]
What?
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Date: 2012-02-03 05:01 am (UTC)There's nothing wrong.
[Just can't you see my panties? If only she had the guts to ask.]
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Date: 2012-02-03 05:17 am (UTC)One thought made itself clear: he did not want to stop. He pulled her tighter against him for a moment, breathing her in to settle his concerns. The smell of her flooding his mind flushed out his other thoughts, leaving him thinking of her and only her. He brought his lips to her ear.]
The bed. [His breath rattled in him as he took more of her in, pressing his face to her neck.] Get on the bed.
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Date: 2012-02-03 05:53 am (UTC)As she was nuzzled against the back of her neck, her hairs stood on edge from the scruffy tickles.
At that moment something in her broke, it was all too much.
Reaching for his hand, Pyro stood up and immediately began to bring him with her to the large bed that she had slept with him on numerous occasions. Sitting down on the edge, her free hand immediately went for the hem of her skirt to pull up and off her frame. Throwing it to the ground, she leaned back to give him a good view of her body. Up top there might of not been much to ogle, but Pyro had a rather full lower half. Thick thighs pressed together while her large hips wiggled back and forth in anticipation. No one had seen her whole body that was marked with burn scars.]
Alan. I want you, all of you.
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:46 am (UTC)All reservations he'd had were tossed aside in that moment as he turned her words over in his head. The chase had ended, and he had the prey he'd sought- he was not about to turn back now, not when she reciprocated his advances. He whispered her true name as another ache coursed through him, pushing him to take control, to take what he wanted in life. And at that moment, all he wanted was her.
His breaths came faster as he licked his lips, a ravenous grin spreading across him as lust and greed mingled in him. Off went the sling and hooded shirt, his boots kicked from his feet- they were all he managed to remove before he joined her on the bed, lying atop her. His lips found her neck again, but quickly started traveling down her body as his hand slipped under her bra.]
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Date: 2012-02-03 11:07 am (UTC)The kids interrupted. Kids meaning Jell-O and Teriyaki. With the door opening up and hitting the wall, in barged Teriyaki yapping away at the man and woman who were locked on to each other and saw nothing else. Being broken out of her state of mind, Pyro turned her head on the bed and stared at Jell-O riding her new puppy dog and squeaking along in unison with him.
Her first reaction was to scream and push Sniper away. Kids couldn't watch them doing THAT.]
No! Don't look!
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Date: 2012-02-03 11:24 am (UTC)He hit the floor heavily- it was all he could do to not land on his elbow, as well. Teriyaki bounded over to him, licking his face; in his attempt to shut out the pain, Sniper couldn't even manage to shoo the dog away, his breath lodged in his throat somewhere.]
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Date: 2012-02-03 12:10 pm (UTC)Ignoring the pets who began to place furry little paws and sticky tentacles against her thighs in order to try to get her attention, there was nothing else that mattered to her other than his well-being at that very moment. If he was hurt, it was her fault for reacting the way she did. She didn't want to hurt him.
Worrying over the possibility, unknowingly to herself; tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as concern showed over her face.]
Oh God! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you alright!?
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Date: 2012-02-03 04:39 pm (UTC)His expression softened instantly. He didn't want to see her upset, and he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason why. Probably because the mood was still on his mind, he'd later tell himself. Or that he didn't want to deal with someone who was crying when his leg was aching. That had to be why. There was no other reason.
A gasp finally escaped him, as though he suddenly remembered how to breathe.]
Fine. I'm fine.
[His insistence came through breaths, each slow and deliberate as he tried to mask how much he hurt right then. All the walking he'd done that day, combined with the heat of the moment only seconds before, left him drained and in worse condition than he cared to admit. He pushed off from the floor, trying to get back to his feet, but ended up remaining where he was, another sharp intake accompanying his fail effort.]
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Date: 2012-02-04 05:02 am (UTC)Why was she crying? She had seen Sniper die hundreds of times before. All that had happened here was he had gotten a little hurt and now she was breaking down completely. Was she so detached from her own world now that she was beginning to realize what the cost was for hurting your body? Wounds didn't heal within seconds due to a Medigun, a rocket to the body would leave you in pieces and her flamethrower would forever melt the skin off anyone she used it against.
Here, without respawn and a Medic they were like anyone else.]
I remember now. Any type of pain we receive it won't go away so easily. Even if I baby you... somehow, I could still end up hurting you.
[Like she had now. There was no explaining how bad she felt. It was more then because Sniper was merely a comrade to her. The feelings she had now were entirely something else.]
I shouldn't of done that and yet I couldn't stop myself. I'm so ashamed. I don't want to hurt Mr. Hawk.
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Date: 2012-02-04 06:42 am (UTC)He glanced at her again, uttering another assurance that he was fine— he cut himself off, studying her face for a second before turning away. Why was she crying? Sure, it hurt like hell, but it wasn't as though she'd never seen him hurt before. On his first day, she'd been the one to cut him from a tree, after all. She'd had no problem throwing him over her shoulder to drag him to a clothing store. She'd kidnapped him from a hospital room against his expressed wishes.
She didn't do that anymore, however. She carried him carefully, aware of his condition. She glued herself into her suit, thinking it would bring him back to the base. She cried for knocking him to the floor accidentally, and as awkward as the scenario was made by her tears, he understood why. She didn't want to lose him.
His eyes returned to her. It was attachment. He saw it in her, and felt it growing in himself in spite of his obstinate denial. It had formed there without his knowing, threads between them intertwining with every moment they shared; its appearance unnerved him the more he came to terms with it. Accepting it and adapting to it was the key— there was no going back, no erasing what they'd done and what they'd shared— but that didn't mean it'd be easy.
The hardest part was knowing he had no other choice. He could deny it all he wanted, but he ultimately did want Pyro around him, at least in some physical sense. The touch of her skin against his was maddening, the smell of her absolutely intoxicating. It was just some carnal urge he'd ignored too long, he told himself. Once the itch was scratched, that'd be it. It wasn't anything deeper than that.
He caught himself denying that attachment again, but it was apparent it was there as he eyed her tear-streaked face. He turned from her again, feeling his stubbornness subside.]
Ya don't gotta cry about it. I told you I'm fine. Just... help me get on the bed.
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Date: 2012-02-04 07:27 am (UTC)Alright. I'll be very gentle, I promise.
[Taking him into to her arms, the woman made it look as easy as pie when it came to lifting someone. As her large muscular arms flexed and bulged against her skin, it was clear that the only way she had become so strong was carrying her flamethrower.
When they made it to the bed, Sniper would be laid softly onto the plush bed. Grabbing all the pillows. she began to fluff them out before placing them under his head.
Sitting down next to him with her hands clasped together, she turned to look at the two children who were now sleeping near the edge of her bed. Sighing, she closed her eyes.]
I'm not so good at any of this, am I? I seem to ruin everything.
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Date: 2012-02-04 08:09 am (UTC)He leaned back, closing his eyes as well in an attempt to shut out the aching emanating from his knee.]
You're no worse than me. I'm the one who started this mess by runnin' off in the first place.
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Date: 2012-02-04 12:27 pm (UTC)[Way more then nice. As she recalled his hands over her body, a shiver coursed through her. If it had been anyone else touching her, she was certain she wouldn't of burned like that.]
I did strange things.
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Date: 2012-02-04 08:24 pm (UTC)[He lost his words somewhere in the middle. As much as he told himself he shouldn't have been pursuing this, the fact was that he was- at his deepest level, he both was and wanted to pursue it, wanted her. The mere thought of her against him drove him to her; he wanted her all to himself, his inclination for selfishness and greed shutting out that self-control and professionalism he was so proud of when she was nearby.
He told himself it was nothing more than a carnal urge, one he should have been able to ignore- should have, but couldn't, and that was the problem. In most situations, if he couldn't change something, he need to adapt to it; however, that involved doing some things he was less than proud of in this case. She was nearly half his age. A teammate. Why couldn't it have been anyone else?
But it wasn't. It was her he wanted so badly, and that was getting harder and harder to deny. He opened his eyes- they trailed to her immediately, then to the hands clasped in her lap. Temptation over came him: he reached for one of her hands, closing his eyes again as his fingers curled around hers.]
We've both been acting strange. S'not just you.
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Date: 2012-02-05 03:26 pm (UTC)... Hey. My body is really disgusting to look at with all the scars I have and I certainly don't look like any of those pin-up girls. I've been wondering what it is that you find desirable in me.
[It was hard to think it was psychical attraction to her. What was there to stare at?]
I'm not much to look at. Usually when people see me they go running in the opposite direction.
...
Do you see why I'm confused and feel strange?
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Date: 2012-02-05 08:16 pm (UTC)What he was doing already breached his personal code. He could feel himself attached to her more than he knew he ought to be: he idly wondered what she was doing at times, looked for her each night before they climbed into bed, had an inkling that felt suspiciously like concern when he thought of her being hurt. It had gotten to the point where he not only didn't mind the fact that they slept together in in a shared bed, but actually looked forward to it at times.
That was a point where shame hit him. He was the one who perverted it, wanting there to be something other than the innocent act between them. It wasn't just that though. His thoughts didn't stop at intimacy. He wanted more than that, even if he couldn't fully grasp what more it was he wanted from her. Not yet.
He answered finally as he gave her hand a squeeze, knowing he had to say something, even if the truth wasn't clear.]
I don't rightly know, exactly. But—
[He sighed, eyes still closed.]
But I wouldn't change you to be more like those girls. I, um. Rather prefer you stay how you are now.
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Date: 2012-02-06 07:56 am (UTC)[That was the only way she could take his response. It must of been an implication to the way her physical appearance had been heavily destroyed. As she thought on the scars, she recalled the ones Sniper carried on his back from his several backstabs from the BLU Spy.
It hit her.]
Everyone likes different things. Really different things. I always thought there was only one standard of feminine beauty, and that was my mother.
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