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No. 2663
And lo, it's done! Give lots of love to Zuul, who beta'd this section of the fic. Trust me, she deserves it!
Just a quick note beforehand - I am planning another "____ And You". It'll be in an entirely new format, so it won't be up for a long time, but I want to know which class you guys would like to read. These are the ones I'd be confident with writing: Sniper, Medic and Engineer. So please vote and enjoy the last of Scout And You!
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To say that today had not been good was a huge understatement.
You had been woken up by the alarm system. There was an enemy wave approaching - at half three in the damn morning. Halfway through the fight it began to rain, turning the landscape into a pit of mud. The enemy Spy seemed to take a liking to your identity so you ended up taking the brunt of the various Spy-checking routines in the team. And, it was Monday. Whether it being Monday encouraged all of the above or if it was just a coincidence, you didn’t really care. Fact was, today was Monday, it had been awful and it was only going to get better when it was over.
You’re currently reclining on the couch in the small rumpus room. Scout is slumped next to you, head lolled back, with Demo and Sniper drinking by the small bar in the corner. Scout makes a low groaning noise, which raises a small smile from you as you shift to face him better.
“That...sucked.” he declared. As if it needed saying.
“Cannot agree more.” You sigh, watching dreamily as he stretches out. He puts an arm around you as he sinks back into the sofa, looking over to the drinking duo. They’re getting up to leave. Demo is truly smashed – his speech is a slur which keeps alternating in volume and he has to rely on Sniper to walk, who is only mildly tipsy. Sniper tips his hat to you both as he leaves, muttering goodnight. You return the sentiment as Scout waves a hand in acknowledgement.
Scout leans forward from the settee, hunching over his knees. He isn’t tired, just fed up from how crappy today has been. You give him a kiss on the cheek and begin to rise.
“C’mon. Might as-“ You lurch forward as he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, giving you a sound kiss and slipping an arm around your back. You quickly return it, feeling a little of the tension from the morning loosen. You can feel his stress ease slightly too, but he’s still more tightly wound up than you. He grips you tightly, muttering against your lips in between increasingly heated and open kisses.
“Fucking Spy, trying to act like you. Fucker couldn’t even get your accent right...”
You’ve settled into his lap by now, straddling him as your hands curl around him. One reaches up and toys with his seldom seen hair. The strands you thread your fingers through are surprisingly soft. Scout hums as you play with it, pulling away from your lips to lock eyes with you. The hand that had grabbed your wrist now slides up to your cheek, rubbing it with his knuckles. You tilt slightly to the touch but it isn’t long before the hand reaches behind you to rest at the top of your neck, pressing your head towards his. You don’t resist and meet his lips eagerly, the kisses opening now so your tongues can play. The taste of him is so familiar now but you can’t help savouring it every time you press your tongue to his.
He’s energetic, both in your mouth and with his hands. They begin to roam over you and as they scurry under your shirt, you know where this is going. He’s impatient (maybe he’s still a bit testy from the battle?) and pulls away hastily, making it clear that he wants you undressed by forcefully pulling at your clothing. You help him and reach for his top, taking it off with equal speed and throwing it next to his headset. Both of you are topless and as he dives forward to re-engage the kiss your bare chests press against each other, his cool set of dog tags trapped between warm skin. You push forward, loving the way your warm bodies flare at the points of contact as he pushes back, trying to get closer if it was possible.
As one hand reaches behind you to grip your backside again, Scout fumbles around momentarily until his other finds your hand. As he holds it, he begins to mimic the movements of his tongue, drawing circles and darting around your fingers as his tongue flits around yours. You melt slightly, kissing him hard and holding his hand tightly. You loop your arm up his back to snake your hands into his locks. The hand on your butt reactively squeezes, causing you to squirm slightly. Your skin rubs against his, heating up. The kiss breaks as you both need to breathe, Scout inhaling harsh but shakily.
“Fuck.” He gasps. Before you can smirk at the effect this is having on him, he suddenly thrusts his arms around you. He leans forward, easing you onto your back. Or trying to – the move would’ve been smoothly executed had you both been on the floor, rather than on the sofa. Instead you end up tumbling backwards, landing with a slight thud. Scout’s dragged down with you as you hold onto him to try and correct your balance. He makes a sudden noise of surprise at the unexpected drop, crouched over you with his head next to yours. He quickly untangles his arms from under you, using them to push himself up so he’s hovering over you. His eyes are a bit wide, clearly thinking that you might have hit your head. “Oh man, are you okay?”
His expression is totally adorable, as is the question. You can’t help but laugh gently at his expression, relaxing your hold on him.
“I’m fine.” You brush aside his concern and meet him for another eager kiss, tongues entwining the moment your lips touch. You bring one hand from around his back to rub his toned arm, his hands scooting over your torso. He traces abstract patterns as you lazily stroke the curve of his spine, pushing on his lower body so it presses against you. You break the kiss by sitting up slightly, noticing that his fingers are dancing closer and closer to the top of your trousers.
He‘s holding your gaze, that infamous lazy smirk in place. Evidently his confidence returned, bringing his ego with it.
“Want a hand?” he asks, his bold nature seeping through as he hooks a finger in the fabric. You give him a smile of your own, hands lowering from his body.
“No.” He looks abashed and uncertain, not sure what to say. But when you pull your clothing down yourself, baring all, his eyes widen in surprise and a faint blush streaks across his cheeks. He gulps, stuttering out half-formed words, staring at your nude lower half before meeting your eyes again. You’re still smiling innocently at him, throwing aside the garments. “Do you?” Your hands reach for his hips, tapping at the belt there.
Scout stares at you wonderingly for a moment before regaining his verve and kneeling upright. He rips open his belt and shimmies his pants down and off. As he undresses he never looks away from your eyes and it makes your shudder within your skin. The look he is giving you is one of bold want. Your eyes flit from that expression to what he’s uncovering, a blush slowly blooming on your cheeks - he’s hard. You begin to tentatively reach for it as he struggles to remove his shoes and socks without shifting from his position over you, swearing and looking at his feet. When your fingers brush against the flushed skin he jerks as if shocked by static electricity.
“Fuck.” He gasps, hands twitching and tugging violently at his clothing to get it off.
Finally you’re both naked, Scout kneeling in between your thighs. Your hand is still lightly touching him, ghosting over the hot flesh. He shakily swears again, eyes rolling upwards and fluttering shut as you grip him properly, squeezing softly. With a sharp cry he shoots forward, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back onto the hard floor. The unexpected movement and surprisingly cold floor makes you emit a squeak of surprise. He lifts one hand from your shoulder, quickly reaching down to touch you.
His hand is openly curious in its movements, twisting at the wrist as those lithe fingers stroke and curl. You twitch and gasp initially but he quickly finds out what makes your body heat flare. You arch and squirm, your voice running away from your mouth as he tries to repeat the actions that make you carry the most pitch in your cries. The hand you have around him involuntarily squeezes in time with your pleasure until you become aware of it. You start to pump him slowly but steadily. A string of complimentary curses bubbles from him as he sags slightly above you, leaning heavily on his free hand to stay upright.
Scout looks you in the eyes, his hand still moving. He’s quite flushed, a faint sheen of sweat beginning to coat his skin. As he presses on a sweet spot, making you shudder and moan his name, he leans close to you so his lips hover by your ear.
“You look fucking amazing. I mean, you look good all the time but...shit.” He groans as you gently tug, thumb circling the head. His head drops slightly, so his forehead rests on your shoulder. “Fuck, I want you.” You can feel his breath on your hot skin, his fingers making you feel only hotter as they work.
“I want you too.” You breathe, adjusting yourself so you can nuzzle into his neck. He smells great – musky and earthy.
He lifts himself up, removing the hand pleasuring you (making you whine at the loss of sensation) and placing it over your hand, on his erection. He prepares himself hurriedly, your hands slipping away together as he slowly pushes himself in. Scout doesn’t attempt to keep quiet, loudly moaning as he eases himself in. He places his hands either side of your head, his eyes closed blissfully but his face contorted with concentration. You let out a low, husky groan yourself as you feel him push deeper inside you, your body easing to him. You see his mouth forming words but none of them are directed at you. You lean up in time to catch him muttering what sounds like a collection of scores - probably baseball, knowing him. Deciding that you’d rather have his full attention, you softly bite and suck at the neck exposed before you.
He shudders and swears throatily, his hips jerking out of his control. One arm curls around you, the other still holding him up as he begins to thrust, building momentum. You rock your hips to meet his, placing a hand to the back of his neck as you keep tasting delicious, sweaty skin. His dog tags dance over your skin as the two of you move against each other, a refreshing spot of cold in the blaze of hot skin.
It’s not completely comfortable of course. Hard floors aren’t designed for comfort and nobody was thinking that anyone would have sex on such a surface. You’re both a bit clumsy too, not used to each other’s bodies in this position, so it takes a while to establish a rhythm. But it’s still fun and enjoyable, especially as Scout isn’t the quiet type. He loudly moans and cries out, listing things he loves about you, how hot you are and all the things he’d love to do to you. When you hit a certain spot, just where his shoulder and neck join, his hips twitch erratically and his pitch becomes higher.
He pushes you down quickly, and kisses you on the lips, tongue darting in the moment you open your mouth to gasp at the sudden movement. It’s all piling up on you – every spot of contact, the sleek movement of sweaty, flushed skin, his rapid thrusts into your welcoming body and his unrelenting kiss. Your toes curl from pleasure, eagerly returning the messy kiss as sparks jolt through your nerves. With his lips on yours, the sound of skin against skin becomes audible, no longer drowned out by you and Scout noisily expressing your pleasures.
Suddenly, a flash of white blocks your vision as a wave of heat sears your lower body. You loudly cry out, grabbing hold of him tightly. He doesn’t stop, instead looking at your rapture flushed face. He can’t seem to form words anymore, limited to groans, grunts and cries to articulate his satisfaction. As the wave ebbs, he hits that spot again, causing you to tighten around him and cry out in a soprano pitch. It goes on like this – he can’t find it with every thrust but when he does, it sends a wave of hot pleasure through your body. You can’t help but shudder as he drives faster and faster, erratically finding that place in you that...
You can’t control the volume anymore as you arch against him, getting breathless now. You loosen and lean back slightly, wanting to see him. Scout’s so sweaty now, his bright blue eyes dilated and his face a portrait of ecstasy; so handsome, as always. He presses against you firmly, those dog tags only just being to absorb the warmth radiating from the two of you. You can feel how tense he is in your hold, slipping towards the edge. Quite abruptly he arches, shouting your name loudly as he comes, thrusting instinctively.
You twist under him, striking orgasm as you hear him call out your name in that blissful, primal tone. You cry out his name in kind, panting breathlessly, liquid heat flooding your system. Scout flops gracelessly on top of you, knocking the last of your breath out of you. The two of you stay like that, sticky with sweat and breathing deeply, as your bodies cool slightly, coming down from the high. He rolls slightly to the side, looking at you adoringly.
“Fucking...unbelievable.” he says sleepily. Tiredness must be kicking in now. “Gotta do that again...” he trails off, pulling you close and nuzzling you as he suddenly falls asleep, snoring gently.
You smile and shake your head. Typical Scout. You look up at the door, debating forcing Scout to get up and go to his room for the night. You didn’t really like the idea of being found naked in the morning and the two of you didn’t have a good track record for being uninterrupted. However, he was like a rock when he slept and might find it offensive. Finally, you settle on prying yourself from his hold to quickly lock the door shut. Returning to him, you snuggle up against his warm body, allowing sleep to overcome you.
Tomorrow will be a good day. You just know it.
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