The Right Colour
Co-Written by Breech Loader and ShdOzzy
Breech: Here is the code for translating – when a non-English-speaking character is talking in italics, without their accent, they are speaking in their native language. When they talk in italics WITH an accent, they are speaking a language that is not their own, but not English. When they use italics without quotation marks, they are THINKING. Obviously after all, German people don't think in English. I, however, do not speak much German.
ShdOzzy: Doesn't the Team Fortress thing take place in the 1960s or something? Well, anyway this is a sex scene. If you don't like sex scenes, stop reading NOW.
Chapter Two: Getting In Trouble
"Scout?" Medic called out around the small warehouse, as loudly as she dared. If he had run off or been taken away, it would actually be a whole load off her mind. Despite being two men up on the BLU team, RED team had taken a beating today. Maybe BLU team had noticed that their scout was missing - they had certainly been pushing to capture somebody, rather than killing everybody. Fortunately they'd failed. Unfortunately Soldier was once again assuming it was her fault because she'd been here and not on the field. Maybe he was right. But now she had a rather grubby shirt of the Scout's, and a Sandvich from the Heavy's collection, and she'd have to sit here and eat them both herself if Scout had run off or been rescued. She started to poke around the warehouse, "Scout? It is myself, Medic."
Scout woke up with a startled jump, sending a sharp stab of pain into his wound. "Yeah, come in," he called out to Medic, a small hint of agony to his voice. Last night went relatively well, at least for being stuck in a warehouse with a recently patched up stab wound. Aside from the sudden awakening, he had a peaceful sleep. Although, he kind of wished he dreamed of something different. His dream was of Medic, and while he couldn't remember the specifics, he recalled her being very... lively with him, which didn't exactly help his fight to keep his fascination with the attractive doctor to a bare minimum. But he supposed he should be grateful the dream was of her banging him, and not of her cutting him in half with a bonesaw.
Her current appearance was something of a conflict. After this morning's activities there was quite a lot of blood on her white surgical jacket. Underneath that, she was just as hot as he'd remembered her. On top of that, unfortunately, was the blood. She spotted him and approached, holding a paper bag with the Sandvich, and a tatty red shirt over one arm, "I brought djou somezink to eat," she told him, "Und it's colt in here, so here is ein old shirt ov Scout's." She offered both to him.
"Thanks," Scout replied, trying to keep his voice even at he took both items from Medic. He laid the paper bag containing the Sandvich on the ground for a moment as he put the RED Scout's shirt on. It wasn't his preferred colour, but when you're trying to survive in a war zone, that's hardly an issue. Besides, he had met the RED team's Scout before, and while he would never admit it, the colour did suit him extremely well, and if he could pull it off, why not the BLU one as well? As Scout took out the Sandvich from its brown wrappings, he eyed the blood on Medic's shirt. "My friends giving you trouble?" he asked the doctor before taking his first bite.
"Alvays," Medic sat on a crate, "Alzough I vill admit it is not all zer blood ov djour comrades." She watched Scout, adjusting her tie in the awkward silence, "Djour comrades are missink djou. I could be rid ov djou by tomorrow. Sooner even."
"Well, hopefully it's sooner," Scout replied through a mouthful of food. "Soldier's a flipping nut when it comes to MIAs. Guy's probably giving off some longwinded motivational speech by now about how 'we shouldn't give up until every last one of those damn REDs bleed their own commie colours.' He says that every single time one of us gets captured. It's annoying as hell. Though, I bet yours aint exactly a barrel of laughs right now either, what with your Engineer gone and all."
"Zere is a new Engineer... how djou say... on order?" Medic returned, "Until zen, ve are haffink to make do wizzout sentry guns und dispensers. As do djou now haff to make do wizzout a Medigun. I zink ve are all under pressure. I can only say, velcome to mein vorld."
"Man, I could never be in your shoes," Scout remarked. "I mean, having to deal with everyone dying around you left and right, having to deal with all the gunshot wounds and organs that got blown half to hell by a rocket or something, and then the pressure of having to put it all back together again... I gotta tell ya, it's something I couldn't even begin to do. I mean, how do you cope with that kinda stuff?"
"I get used to it," Medic answered after a moment of thought, "It is djust a job... vell, most of zer time. And zen... somezink like djou comes alonk and throws everyzink out ov order. I am still zinkink I haff been dumpfbacke."
"Well, I don't think so," Scout objected to the statement, "Though, I'm guessing my opinion doesn't count for much, considering I'm the guy whose ass you saved." He took another bite from his Sandvich, leaving another awkward silence between the two. Remedying that, Scout quickly swallowed and asked, "But of all the places to be a doctor, why a battlefield? I mean, I know somebody's gotta do it, but wouldn't be a bit easier on you if ya didn't have to pick sides? Stuffing people in warehouses ain't exactly the kinda thing you go to med school for, after all."
"I vas not exactly velcome in medical school eezer," Medic chuckled in a droll fashion, "Ozzer doktors perform surgery. I performed... procedures." she snapped her glove to her wrist in a visually descriptive kind of way, "It did not go down vell."
"Ah," Scout said with a nod, getting the insinuation completely. "Well again, probably not a lot coming from me, but anyone who's got the guts to go behind the back of a psychopath like Soldier and fix me up is okay in my book." As he said this, he gave Medic a grin, but while the smile was meant to be friendly, it came off a bit more... mischievous than he intended it to be.
Medic turned her head away, pretending not to see the smile, "Zere are good points and bad points to zer job," she answered him, "On zer positive, I am ein important member of zer team. On zer negative, I am ein important member of zer team. But zen, zis is var, and ve all haff our parts to play..." she reached up and checked that the hairpins holding her bun were all in place, then looked sideways at Scout, "Vonce I vanted to be a real doktor. Vas zere anyzink djou ever vanted to do?"
"Me? Well..." Scout began his answer. "...this is gonna sound really silly... but I wanted to be a cop. See, I grew up on the wrong side of Boston, and the place is... well, it's kinda rough. Crime, drugs, murder, the works. I grew up around that stuff, and when I was a kid, I thought if I became a cop, I could help put a stop to that. Problem was that my brothers didn't feel the same way. They were always gettin' into fights with someone, and being family, I always had to go in and back 'em up, so I got sucked into the whole mess. It's how I learned to run, cus mostly running was my job in fights. Running into fights first, running from the cops last... it got to the point where my only way out was to get into this gig, and STILL running's the only thing I'm good for. So here I am, different court, same ball game, and still nowhere close to being what the fuck I wanted to be. Sad, ain't it?"
"A little," Medic admitted, "But djou clearly never vent to boardink school. Growink up on zer mean streets ov Boston is nuzzink to ein English Boarding School... if djou ask me, anyvay." She looked at Scout again, this time noticing that his eyes were blue. Aware of another awkward silence building, she adjusted her tie again, staring straight ahead, "But zen, zinks do not often turn out zer vay ve wanted zem to. Ve haff to vork viz vateffer ve are giffen. It is somezink djou learn in medical school."
"Yeah, it's something you learn on the streets as well," Scout admitted. "Guess it could be worse. We could've ended up being on the other end of the gun and had our asses handed to us. Still could, actually. Lord knows I was pretty damn close to that. Guess it's just part of our nature. Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines... and we hurt people."
"Ja," Medic agreed, then looked at Scout again, with a dry smile, "Most of zer time." She realised that she'd looked his way for just a little longer than she'd meant, and her usually pale complexion was turning pink with a blush at the realisation, "I should be gettink back to mein duties, before somebody misses me," she stood up hastily.
"Okay," Scout answered, not daring to acknowledge her blush, or her sudden urge to leave. He thought he knew what that meant, but he didn't exactly have the best track record with women, so he didn't want to risk making an ass of himself. Knowing his luck, he probably would even if he was right. And considering she was the only thing keeping him alive, she would be very dangerous to piss off right now. So, he let it be. For now.
Half-wishing Scout would call her back, Medic paused halfway to the door and turned to face him, as if to say something. But for the life of her, she couldn't think what it might be or how he'd react even if she did know what she wanted to stay. So she turned back again - straight into the face of Soldier, who looked, to say the least, pissed, "Soldier!" she started.
"You WORTHLESS, TREACHEROUS MAGGOT!" Soldier bellowed at her.
"I haff a perfectly good explanation for all ov zis," Medic managed to get out, remaining impressively calm.
"I'm waitin' for it, Kraut," Soldier growled, swinging his shovel in a meaningful way.
"Just giff me ein minute-" Medic started, right before Soldier slapped her in the face, hard enough to leave his fingers imprinted on her cheek.
Fuck! Scout thought as he helplessly watched the scene unfold. Were he at full health, he would've given Soldier a taste of the ol' Force-A-Nature, but as it was, he couldn't risk ripping out his stitches. If both he and Medic were going to survive this, they needed to fool Soldier. At least long enough for Medic to take him out. And he had just the words to do it. "Oh, thank God you're here, man!" Scout cried out to Soldier, feigning relief, a remarkable task considering how much he dreaded his presence at the moment. "Finally, someone civilized to save me from this mad bitch! She's been torturing me all night! She even made me wear red, the horrible colour of liberty and justice!"
Medic didn't flinch at the strike. She decided that she probably deserved it just for the sheer stupidity of bringing Scout into the base. What angried up the blood was that Soldier had slapped her, "If djou're going to hit me, do it like a man!" she snarled, shaking her fist at her superior.
Wow, looks like English Boarding School really does toughen you up, Scout couldn't help but think.
"I wouldn't waste the skin!" Soldier returned his attention to Scout, "You're the one who cut us one less Engineer, and once I've finished beatin' the crap outta ya for that, I'm gonna beat the crap outta ya some more!"
Scout looked in terror into Soldier's small, mad eyes. As an ally, the wannabe war hero was nothing more than an annoyance who was good with a shotgun. But here, on opposite sides, there was real potential for pain. Even death. However, maybe he could still turn the situation around for him and Medic. Keeping up with his previous lie, he answered, "Go ahead, do your worst! Your Medic's already given enough pain to last a life time! Your fists aren't gonna convince me to reveal where our intelligence is any more than her needles and saws!"
Soldier glared at Medic, who just glared back. It was true that Medic was very good at inflicting pain - hell, half the time they handed prisoners over to her so she'd 'soften them up a little' before Spy started asking questions and pretending to be their friend. Normally he'd just kill a BLU team member on the spot, but this smelt like an opportunity. He paused, grabbing Scout by the shirt, then glaring at Medic. He'd been taken in by the BLU Spy once before. Still, only Medic would be more pissed off by a slap than a punch, "You're both comin' with me," he said finally.
Scout gulped. He had managed to stop Soldier from killing him on the spot, but now what did the patriotic madman have in store for them? "W-wait, you're taking us both?" he asked, trying to keep up the act. "Why?"
"Fer interrogation, maggot!" Soldier snarled as he dragged Scout along behind him, making sure Medic walked in front.
"Soldier, djou arshcegesicht!" Medic complained, "Vat is zer point? Vun ov djour interrogators is valking in front of djou right now, und zer ozzer is unconscious! Und I can explain everyzink," she insisted again.
"You got until we get to the cells," Soldier told her.
"I captured zer injured Scout," Medic sort-of lied, "He vould haff died wizzout treatment, und zen vat use vould he be for interrogation und as ein hostage?"
Scout's eyes darted to Medic and the back to Soldier. "Yeah, well interrogation won't do you guys any good!" Scout shouted, building on what Medic said. "Go ahead! Try it! I told Medic and I'll tell you, you're not getting the Intelligence outta me!"
"Now I know Medic never laid a finger on ya!" Soldier looked triumphant, "Cus if she had, you'd have sung like a bird!"
"Soldier, let me make zis as... monosyllabic as possible," Medic spoke slowly and calmly as they walked through the base, heading for the cells - which were, ironically, just close enough to the med-lab to hear any screams, "I am not ein spy. I... fight... and... heal... for Team RED. Zis vas a momentary lapse ov judgement."
"And how do I know it's not the first of many?" Soldier asked her angrily. He shoved Scout into a cell, then almost as an afterthought, shoved her in after him, "By tomorrow Spy will be awake and I'll get the truth from you two slimy, gutless BLUs!" He slammed the door.
"Ugh. Soldier's more of an ass on the RED Team than he is on the BLUs," Scout groaned. Noticing that Medic got thrown in with him, the injured running crawled up to her. "Hey doc, you okay?" he whispered to the healer.
The door opened suddenly again, and Soldier was looking in again, "And don't even think a' escapin', cus Heavy's the one on guard duty!" he shouted through the door, before slamming it again. About a second passed, and the door opened again, and Soldier grabbed Scout by the red shirt, and ripped it right off, "And you don't got the right to wear these colours!" he shouted again, before glaring at Medic, "You're lucky l'm lettin' you stay in red!" he snapped at her, before slamming the door a third time.
Medic waited a few seconds, before speaking, "Ve are in... how is it said? Extremely deep shit?"
"Yeah, that'd be the way to put it," Scout answered, rubbing his stomach in pain. It was extremely lucky that Soldier didn't undo his stitches, or he would've been a dead man already. Not that it was going to get much better once Spy woke up. "So, I don't suppose you've got a plan?" he asked Medic desperately. "Because otherwise, I think our only ticket outta here is through my team, and honestly, I haven't got a lotta faith in those guys."
"I haff a plan for me, but not for djou," Medic replied, surprisingly calm for having just been thrown into a cell by her superior, "I keep telling Spy that I captured djou, and eventually somebody gets shot and zey haff to accept zat I am not ein traitor. Zis plan, unfortunately, does not vork vell for djou. Mein plan vas to not get caught and get rid ov djou as qvickly as possible."
"...Well, suddenly the thought of seeing Demoman again became much more appealing," Scout sighed as he slumped against the wall. "Well, guess I was gonna die anyway. Guess it don't make much sense for you to go down with me just because you tried to stop it. The BLUs don't come, go for it."
"I don't see vat djour team's rescue vill do for me," Medic answered, "Djour team rescues djou vile I am here, zen I am djour prisoner, und convenient replacement for djour dead medic."
"Ah, come on. Ya think I'd let that happen to you after you fixed me up?" Scout asked. "I'd vouch for ya. Maybe Soldier wouldn't trust you, but I'm sure the guys with actual brains would see the picture. And besides, I'm like their Hero of the Day back there for bonking Engineer, so my word's got a little clout to it."
"Ja, djour comrades vill be just itchink to let me go back to healink zere enemies," Medic replied. She leant back against a damp wall, "Zis is all a product of mein recklessness. It is good ov djou to make zer offer, but somehow I zink djour deal vill fall through," she finished, still looking at Scout, "I still cannot zink ov a good reason as to vy I did such a stupid zink."
"Well, I still have no idea why you did it, but I could think of a good reason to do it," Scout stated. "When I first met you, I thought you were this mad scientist who liked to cut people up, just like I'm sure you thought I was just some bat-crazy kid with too much caffeine. Turns out we were just two people who tried our best with what we had and just wound up on different sides, probably just like everybody else. Well... maybe not Soldier, but you know what I mean. And I know it probably wouldn't change anything between us, but I kind of find it nice to know that I'm not the only one who feels out of place here."
"Soldier is ein schiesskopf," Medic admitted, "But he is doink vat any leader vould see as best for zer team," she defended her superior, even though she didn't like him much, "Und it seems zat djou got djour vish, Scout. Some alone time viz me."
"What makes you think that was what I wanted?" Scout asked, embarrassed and slightly offended by the suggestion.
"I am not dummkopf, Scout," Medic replied straightforwardly, "I can see vere djou are lookink."
"I..." Scout began, but he couldn't think of anything to defend himself with. He knew he'd been caught. It was embarrassing... and yet, there was a small part of him that was relieved. After all, he was attracted to the hot doctor, and it seemed that no matter what happened, one of them would be dead by the end of this. So why did it matter anymore? He might as well get it off his now bare chest. "Alright, you got me. I do think that you're... attractive," Scout admitted, choosing his words carefully. "Is that a problem for you?"
"Nein," Medic admitted, seeing little point in denying it, "Apart from zer increased difficulty caused by attraction to an enemy fighter, zere is no problem at all," the chilly, distant medic wished that there was something else to look at in the cell besides Scout. Or at least, that she was better at lying, "But zen, it has been some time..." she hoped that would help. She doubted it, since she wasn't even sure there was a way to improve the situation.
Scout looked at Medic tentatively. What he was about to do was either extremely bold, extremely stupid, or a very deadly combination of the two. Either way, he was gonna go for it. Slowly getting to his feet, he made his way over to Medic and laid a hand on her shoulder. It was still as delightfully warm as the day she took him into the warehouse. His blue eyes meeting her greyish-hazel ones, he asked her in the gentlest tone possible, "You just wanna do this?"
Medic stood and considered it, "Scout, I am zer only voman in a team viz eight testosterone based lifeforms, all wiz different turn-ons. I spend 90% ov mein spare time makink myself unattractive to zem, und it is a little more complicated zan not shafing. Is das really vat djou vant?"
Scout thought about it for a moment. The way she put it, it seemed as if it was indeed something he didn't want, but the fact remained that despite what she must have thought of herself, he DID find her sexy. And considering that in the next 24 hours he might not even be here to reconsider, nothing was going to deter him. "Yes," he answered Medic.
The older woman shrugged. A dank prison cell was hardly her idea of a romantic setting. But chances were that one of them was going to be dead; if not him then her. If it was going to be him, wasn't a dead man allowed a last wish? And to his credit, he had asked. If it was her... well, it had been four years. Four years spent distancing herself from emotion, "Scheisse," she said finally, and grabbed Scout's chin, pulling him forward to kiss him.
Scout was slightly alarmed at the force by which she pulled him in, but he soon got over the shock as he locked his lips into hers, wrapping his long arms around her slender, yet firm body as he did so. It had been a while since he had been with a girl, but he got back into the swing of things fairly quickly, leaning in as they kissed in a fiery passion.
Stupid, stupid, stupid... everybody thought she was crazy; all this did was confirm it, it wouldn't change anything. Scout was probably too young for her anyway, he was on the BLU team, he was the entire reason she was in this mess, and even had he been on the RED team, his specialty would still involve getting shot when he didn't run away fast enough. Despite all these excellent reasons to stop though, Medic didn't stop. She pulled off her thick red latex gloves, and started moving her hands over his bare back and sides.
Scout moaned into their kiss as he felt her bare fingers running through his skin. Never in a million years did he think he would be banging the RED team's medic, that the doctor he and his comrades all believed to be a butcher was in fact a fox. By all accounts, they should not be together, in this room, doing what they were doing... but that turned Scout on even more. Not breaking their kiss, he put his hands on his new lover's lab coat and unbuttoned it so that it hung loosely off her shoulders.
Medic felt Scout's fingers push up into her hair. Half a dozen hair-pins were pushed out, and the rock hard knot of hair that was her bun unwound slowly, falling to her waist as they continued to kiss passionately. Her lips hovered by his ear as she breathed hard for a few seconds, "Djour heart is pounding," she murmured, her hand rubbing up against his chest, "Und djou are burning up inside... Zeze are symptoms ov ein fever... I recommend a prescription ov vun night of hard fucking me."
"You got it. Doctor's orders," Scout replied excitedly as he untucked Medic's shirt and slid his fingers up, rubbing at the skin of her back, massaging every inch of it as he began to kiss her neck, his tongue tasting its soft flesh as he used it with vigorous liberty.
Medic groaned softly, but didn't lessen the passion of their embrace. She'd always liked it rough, and BLU team or not, Scout was no exception. Her hands moved further down him, to start fumbling with his belt as he was messing with her tie. If by some miracle they both lived past tomorrow, she'd bet just about anything that she'd regret this, but she was thinking less about any regrets she might have, and more about having another hot body next to hers.
Scout felt his belt become undone and hanging loose. He'd give Medic one thing, she sure as hell didn't waste her time. Finished removing her tie, she was now naked from the waist up. Moving on to her collarbone, he began to fiercely lick the soft skin there as he moved onto her own belt, his hands groping around for the buckle as he focused on pleasuring the older woman.
Medic stopped removing Scout's clothing for a minute or two - if this was going to be her last fuck she wanted it to last long enough to feel good. Instead she continued to rub at his body, cursing in German the whole time. The one tiny part of her brain that was not participating, but merely looking on, amused itself to wonder what was going to happen when the stupid, frantic passion from raw arousal wore off, and their brain cells kicked in. Did he mean any of it? Did she mean any of it? Did it even matter? That was one question that regretfully she could answer now. Yes, it did matter.
Scout groaned in pleasure as she rubbed his body, her German only arousing the young man even more as he finished with her belt. He would move on to her trousers in a bit, but first he wanted to give those luscious breasts some well deserved attention. Still sucking at her collarbone, Scout unbuttoned her shirt and removed her all-encompassing brassiere, cupping each boob in one hand and massage them, his thumbs violently running back and forth across her breasts.
"Ugh... fich dich... fick mich..." Medic gasped out, then, aware than the young American on top of her probably had no idea of what she was saying, translated, "Fuck djou... fuck me..." She could feel him hardening through his trousers, and it all felt so deliciously dirty, with them both in a cell, only halfway undressed, and standing up. Every single part of it was taboo, and it felt wonderful.
"Hot damn... you got it doc," Scout gasped, his erection trying to prod through his trousers. Not wanting to disappoint his partner, he quickly unzipped Medic's trousers and pulled them down to show her long sexy legs in all their splendour. Before removing Medic's panties, he bent down and started moving his lips across her left breast, teasing the doctor while giving her access to his pants, within which his throbbing member lay in wait for her.
Medic leant back against the wall, and unzipped Scout's trousers, dragging them down so that they fell to his ankles, then pushed her hand into his boxers, "Zis is... crazy," she panted, before kissing him again, just as hard as before.
Probably. But that's why it's so damn fun, is what Scout would've said if he wasn't busy moaning from the combined pleasure of both their kiss and the feeling of Medic's hand around his cock. As he inserted his tongue into her lips, he ran his hand down her side until it came across her underwear and mumbled softly, impressed. They could hardly be classed as 'lingerie'. In fact they seemed large enough to serve as an emergency tent for a small family. Grabbing them by the elastic band, Scout managed to pull the underwear down to her knees. All he needed was for his boxers to come off, and they'd be ready for the main event.
She finished pulling them off and moaned again as she squeezed Scout's ass a couple of times, before pulling his boxers down to his knees. Then she raised one knee up, ready to grip his hips with both.
Scout shook his boxers off his legs and gripped her body, getting into position. In the cold cell, they were both only partly undressed, with Medic leaning against the wall, but both were ready for the act. Lining up his almost painfully hard manhood with her crevice, their eyes met as the fiery passion rose between them by the second. "Well doc, you ready to fill my prescription?" he asked Medic in a seductive tone, preparing himself to take that faithful plunge.
"Ja..." Medic's normally pale face was flushed with heat. She wrapped her arms around Scout's shoulders, and gripped his hips with her knees, pressed up against the wall, "Djou are goink to fill mine also, ja?" she asked, readying her body for entry.
"You know it, doc," Scout answered before he forcefully thrust his cock into her. Holy fuck, she's tight! he thought as the walls of her vagina pleasantly closed in around him. His eyes rolled back with excitement as the feeling overtook him. He wanted to keep going, but he paused for a moment to check Medic's reaction. Scout did want to please her too, after all.
Medic was gritting her teeth, but a wide grin of pleasure traversed her face, "If djou stop... I'll cut djour heart out..." she hissed, gripping his hips and shoulders firmly.
Scout smiled back, acknowledging he got the message and continued. Guessing that Medic liked it rough, he began at a medium pace, making sure that each push was as forceful at possible. As he pumped, he began to passionately kiss her neck again.
Still holding onto Scout tightly, Medic moaned with each solid thrust into her body. As he kissed her neck repeatedly, she rubbed one hand up and down his side firmly, squeezing at his slim but well-muscled body as she leant her head back to further expose her neck and chest.
Using the newfound access to his advantage, Scout smothered the newly reachable areas of skin with his lips as slowly began increasing the speed of his thrusts, going harder and faster as he moaned into Medic's neck from the intensity of it all.
Medic grunted with each thrust, bucking her hips against him as she groped at his side, enjoying the roughness of the act. Despite his youth, Scout was quite good. She nipped at his ear with her teeth and bucked her hips against him harder.
As she kept pressing against him harder and harder, it encouraged Scout to do the same. She was amazing at this for someone who seemed so damn repressed all the time. Maybe she was bottling it all up all this time. But whatever the reason, he was enjoying it, and not wanting it to stop he moved his hands to her breasts and gave them a good squeeze, enjoying the feel of them as his thrusts grew ever more fierce.
Medic grimaced in mild pain, but it was also somewhat pleasurable as she concentrated on feeling his thrusts. Even in the chilly cell, she was starting to sweat with the effort and heat between them, "Oh... ungh... Sc-scout..." she moaned, then grunted out something in German that he didn't understand. But from her actions, it felt like an order to either keep on, or go even harder.
Scout grunted in pleasure as he obliged to what he had thought Medic ordered. Increasing his speed yet again, her sweat was starting to mix with his as their bodies made contact with one another almost violently, "Mmm...keep laying that German on me doc... it's driving me wild..." Scout spoke through his moans, his hormones raging as he fucked Medic with all his might.
Medic obliged, the guttural language sounding precise and demanding to Scout's Bostonian ears, "Fuck me harder, oh yes that is so good, Scout," she rasped out, sweat on her face, her glasses askew.
"Yeah, that's the stuff!" Scout shouted out in ecstasy as he continued to thrust into her with the force of a mad bull. "Oh... Medic... fuck..." This was getting to be one hell of a ride. He didn't know how much longer he was going to last, but he made pretty damn sure to make the most out of every thrust and every moment they spent together in this hot and steamy euphoria.
"I'm going to... going to... not much longer..." Medic gasped out. She gripped Scout's ass and squeezed it again, her head leaning further back as she breathed in deeply. She probably wasn't going to orgasm. But she doubted that Scout would be able to tell if she faked it.
Scout felt his throbbing cock filling up with a euphoric tingle that could only be his climax, "Ungh... Medic... in or out?" Scout quickly asked her as he felt he couldn't hold it in much longer.
Medic hesitated, "Out..." she hissed between her teeth, almost regretfully. This was a war, and the last thing she wanted was to wind up pregnant.
Scout nodded as he prepared to withdraw. He'd try to stay in as long as he could, to get Medic's orgasm out, but the way he was going, she didn't have that much time.
"Uh... ungh..." Medic gasped a few more times, then released a long, prolonged groan as she faked a climax, tensing up around him as she pressed herself to him as hard as possible.
It wasn't a second too soon as Scout was on the verge himself. Quickly grabbing his cock and pulling it out, his hot juiced erupted like a volcano all over Medic's chest, crying out with undeniable pleasure as their bodies remained pressed together.
Still groaning in pleasure, Medic released her knees from Scout's hips, her feet returning to the floor as she sagged against the wall, her jacket and shirt hanging wide open, her gloves, tie, belt, trousers, and extensive underwear discarded to either side. Her legs still shaking somewhat, she rubbed her hand over his sweating chest, stumped for the right words to say.
"Well," Scout broke the silence, panting as he began pulling up his pants. "Guess we can't say we didn't die happy now, huh?" He knew it was a lame joke, but at this point he'd say anything just to avoid an awkward quiet after they had just had sex.
"Ja..." Medic nodded, and began to redress herself in her underwear, "I... am not qvite sure ov vat to do now... I have no desire to be executed by mein own comrades," she looked at Scout as she slumped to sit on the floor, her clothes still for the most part hanging open and loose, "Djou are beink braver about zis zan I anticipated... unless zere is somezink I do not know?" she asked, almost hopefully.
"Nope. I think we're both on the same level," Scout gave his disappointing answer. "But I guess having almost died once, fear of death a second time seems kinda redundant. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've love to see the BLUs bust through that door and armed to the teeth to rescue my hide, but I just don't see how that's gonna happen."
Medic retrieved her hair-pins from where they had fallen to the floor, and started to bind her hair up again. Without a comb or a mirror, it was less precise than normal, resulting in her looking considerably less stern. The rumpled state of her clothing also added to that effect, "I'll see vat I can negotiate in djour favour tomorrow ven I am interrogated," she said as she worked, "But on the whole, for djou at least, zer honesty is zer best policy."
"Yeah," Scout sighed, buckling his belt. He didn't have much hope for Medic being able to convince Soldier to spare him. If he was anything like his BLU counterpart, he would be stubborn as all hell. Still, he realized Medic had some leverage, being the only one who could heal her team. Losing her would be a considerable loss. Maybe she could pull it off. "Well, whatever happens out there, I just wanna say thanks. For everything," Scout said. "Saving my life, hiding me, this... it's the strangest thing, but it's actually the most anyone's ever done for me, RED or BLU."
"Djour comrades care more for djour life than djou zink," Medic replied quietly, "Zey are lookink for djou. Vezzer zey vill find djou in time is anozzer matter..." She pulled up her trousers and buckled her belt up again, "But for now, Scout... pleasant dreams."
"Yeah, er... pleasant dreams," Scout returned the sentiment as he sat down in an opposing corner of their cell. Was Medic really right? Did his team actually give two damns about him? I mean, sure he was an asset to them, but did they personally care for him? Did they actually acknowledge him as a friend and not just another grunt who could run really fast? It would probably be a while before he found out for sure, if he did at all, but for now, he put the questions about his comrades and his fate aside as he drifted off into a relatively peaceful sleep. He tried to enjoy it as much as he could, because tomorrow was going to be hell. But then again, war always was.
Breech: That chapter wound up longer than I was expecting it to be. But still... Review! Tell me what you think!