TEAM FORTRESS 2 IS A VIDEOGAME BY VALVE, NOT ME


That was the best sex he had ever had, no joke. It was a pity he could tell nobody, though; first, because he didn't want to break Scout's heart and second, because he was sure there was a relationship policy somewhere in his contract, and if there wasn't any the old woman would make sure he lost his head anyways. What a shame. But it was fun, at least.

Demoman, after spending a moment lying with his eye closed, turned around with a smile but Miss Pauling was not at his side anymore. He raised his head and saw she had already left the bed and was picking up her clothes from the floor. He smiled and lied again, sighing a bit:

"Come back here, Miss. It's so warm."

He didn't get to see the annoyed grimace in Miss Pauling's face and if he had seen it, he would have believed it was because she had found her bra ripped.

"Okay, I get it." The Scottish's smile widened slightly. "Time to pretend this never happened, right?"

"Yeah. I hope you understand..."

Demoman opened his mouth but closed it immediately. He would better keep his thought to himself.

"No problem. Been there, done that."

"Good."

She had a pretty body, Demo thought, and a very beautiful face. He had always said that kind of women were the most dangerous...and that was precisely his favourite kind of woman, the one he liked to hang out with during his free time. However, he had never thought he would ever sleep with Miss Pauling. He had always thought the lassie was cute and his mother sometimes said he should marry her before it was too late, since she was the only woman he really knew. But something made him believe Miss Pauling wasn't made for being in a relationship, less with a black, Scottish cyclops like him. What happened that afternoon was a surprise for him; he had the excuse of having drank a lot but she?

The girl, half-dressed, went to the mirror and combed her hair.

"Come on, Demo, get up. We have to go back to the base soon or..."

"Calm down, Miss Pauling, we'll said there was a traffic jam, ninjas, land-mines in our way back...I don't know, something. They won't give a crap anyway."

"The Administrator won't."

"Why? You think she knows..."

"No. I mean, I hope not. But I have to go back to her side as soon as possible, so, please, move your butt."

The bed was so warm and cozy and he felt so lazy it was difficult to him to get up. Shit, he just wanted to sleep.

"It was good, wasn't it?" he smiled.

Miss Pauling didn't reply. Demoman turned to her but couldn't see her face because she rushed to the bathroom.

"I think your pants are on the ceiling fan." he heard her say a little while later.

Sure, that had never happened.

She was right, the pants were hanging above his head, but Demoman didn't get them soon, but first wandered the room in desperately slow looking for the rest of his clothes. His mind was gradually starting to work again, and the first thing he asked himself was if he had used condom. He looked around but he saw none. Then, the ugly face of the Administrator replaced that thought and encouraged him to move a bit faster. Poor Pauling, how could she work for a woman like that? Maybe that was the reason why they had ended up in bed, because she needed to forget about her and have fun for once. Maybe. He didn't knew. He was starting to miss alcohol so much.


THE END