#01 - Comfort

Engie found she was quickly getting used to Sniper's bed. She suffocated in the rest of the camper van, but lying on the bed gave more of an illusion of space

*WHAM**WHAM**WHAM*

Sniper jolted up from his chair when someone banged on the door. He got up, cursing the mystery person quietly right up until he open the door.
"Y'gonna stand there and let all the mosquitoes get in?"

He sighed in relief and let her in. He walked back to where he was in his chair, back to his cup of coffee. She noticed his aviators sitting on the table as well. No man worth his mind would wear sunglasses at night. She smiled and shook her head as she watched him down yet another cup. As he looked up from his coffee He watched her shift her weight from one foot to the other. She kept glancing around the room,
shoulders hunched in. She carefully made her way through the van.

"How've you been luv?" He asked finally. She finally flopped down on the bed and removed her yellow helmet. Then came her boots, and she just sighed contentedly. "Sore." She said.
"Real sore." He got up and cracked his knuckles. He walked over to the bed while she took off her goggles. He might never know if her eyes are really blue. Blutarch stressed a need to be anonymous in the field. Eye colors are on passports and licences, so they all wear blue contacts.
She smirked when she saw his lopsided grin.
He put a knee on the bed.

"Sore huh..." He said looking her over. "Yer back again?"
She shook her head.

"'Fraid so." He got onto the bed, eyeing her hungrily. He came up beside her, and gently put a hand on her shoulder. The next thing she knew she was flipped over and Sniper was flexing his fingers in anticipation.
"MMMmmmmmm"

The sounds she made did send the wrong messages to parts of his brain, but he never really forgot just what he was doing,
teasing all the knots out of her back.

"You're a good man Sniper." She would always start talking and then he would remember the situation. He could feel his mind unwinding a bit and he lost himself in the contour of her back.

"I put coffee on my next supply order, least I can do ya for considerin'"
Sniper shook his head.

"Ya didn't 'ave to do that."
She shrugged her shoulders. She had this dopey grin on her face that he's sure no one else got to see when she's not very VERY drunk.

"Ah WANT to though. Gotta pay you back somehow..."
"Nah, ya really don't" He reasured. He felt several parts of her back pop, and she sighed in releif. "You sir" she said.
"are a goddamn saint."

He just shook his head and went up to her shoulders. She started moaning softly all over again.
"But seriously." she said, more breathy than before. "It'll drive me close to crazy if I don't do SOMETHING for ya."
He could feel his brain jolting for a moment in a very sexual direction. But the image was soon replaced by a quick glance to his kitchen shelf, imagining bags of coffee lining them.

"Alright then." he ceded eventually.
"s'not like I don't need it..."

He stopped kneading her shoulders and moved on to her neck.
"MMMNnn" She moaned, louder this time.
"Do more of that"

Sniper noticed a change in Engineer. When he started to massage her neck how she held herself...shifted. There was a slight increase in tension in most of her muscles. He looked to her face next.
Earlier her eyes were lazily shut, now there was active effort on her part to keep them shut. she was still smiling, but her mouth was parted slightly, it wasn't before.

She was...enjoying this? in a sexual manner? Huh.
Sniper was at a loss as to whether or not to continue. On the one hand...yeah he'd WANTED to do stuff like this but on the other...No. she'd asked him to keep going.

So he would. But he wouldn't do anything else. Because he was a professional. And this was a colleague. a colleague with several PHDs who knew where he slept and how to cripple his engine block.
Engineer had quieted down. It was her way of saying she was ready to stop. So he widrew his hands, and flopped down on his back on the other side of the bed.

"Y'look like you're about to nod off,
mate." He said

"Yeah." She said. "is a might tempting"
"I never got that," He said, pondering.
"Why you always get so knackered..."
"It relaxes me," She began, stifling a yawn "next step after relaxed I suppose." She glanced at Sniper. "You look beat yourself."

Sniper only shrugged. "It's late, 's been a long day. Yeah I could sleep."
neither one said anything for a while.
Eventually Engineer got up from the bed.
"If ah stay any longer i will ACTUALLY fall asleep here. I'll see you tomorrow."

She picked up her hat and goggles and finally her shoes. After she got up she sort of froze. then she took tentative step towards he table, her leg brushing up against a shelf, this made her flinch, and this slow agonizing process went on until she flopped down in a chair.

"Yer not used to confined spaces."
She shrugged her shoulders as she put on her boots.

"guilty as charged." She painstakingly made her way to the door.
stopping one more time. She gave him this look. he couldn't read it.

"Thank you." She said. then she opened the door and hopped out. Thank you. She had said it before. several times. but that one had weight to it. Sniper didn't know what to make of it. Hell it was late he didn't know what to make of anything.
So he lay back on his bed and let himself drift off into sleep...