The door opened slowly and RED Sniper poked his head around. He had his hand over his eyes and the other was flailing in front of him trying to find something to grab a hold of. "Are ya decent?"

"Haha yes, yes I'm fine," I giggled as he peeked through his fingers. "Uh- sorry about that. I guess I'm a little too used to being here alone."

"Hey, hey, don't apologise to me, hell if I'm gonna be honest I enjoyed the show." He laughed a little and as he did I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me a little closer.

"Well if we're all being honest here, I'm feeling a little left out." I traced his jaw line with a finger, my other hand still holding up the bed sheet. "I mean, well, you've seen me without my shirt off now.."

"Oh. I think I know what you're gettin' at there sheila." He smiled with only half of his mouth, and it was enough to make any heart melt. I felt his grip on my waist tighten as he pulled me even closer. His breath was warm but his face felt cold as I let my hand rest on his cheek, my fingers ever so slightly twisting into his tousled hair. My own hair, a little messy from the day's events, was starting to fall out of the tight bun I had positioned almost directly on top of my head. Strands were falling in my face as I felt the man's hand curl around the back of my neck. He used it to pull my face closer to his. My breathing becoming shallow, my cheeks beginning to blush, lets face it, this kiss will be so much better than the last.

When his lips collided with mine all the air in my lungs was gone. The floor fell out from beneath me, and in those brief seconds, I was completely weightless. I was so lost in the moment that the reason for which my hand was occupied completely evaded me. My fingers, which were previously the only thing holding up my make-shift toga, were now entangled in Sniper's hair, holding his face close to mine. His hands, feeling the sheet fall away, began exploring my exposed torso, tracing lines up and down my spine, following the curve from my waist to my hips. I couldn't take it anymore. I released his hair from my grasp and put my hands to better use, getting that shirt of his off his body and onto the floor. My fingers were fumbling on the buttons, but I didn't want my lips to leave his, so I continued to pull until I got the damn thing off. And oh god, none of my wildest fantasies had prepared me for his rugged, yet sculpted form. He took his work seriously; he had to have been one of the fittest men I'd ever laid eyes on. It was overwhelming. I broke his kiss just to take him in. It wasn't long, though, before my lips returned to his. I hadn't felt such an intense passion for a man in all my life.

By the time I realised what was going to happen tonight, it was already happening. He was strong, I knew that already, but I hadn't felt it until he pushed me down onto my bed. His arms either side of my head, his legs in between mine; I could feel him throbbing against me. Before I knew it, my skirt hit the floor. My hair, now an unruly mess, was splayed across the pillow. I fumbled with his belt and, as with his shirt, just gave up and pulled until it came off. His pants were easier to slip off and soon enough the two of us were entwined in each other, only our underwear separating our bodies.

His scent was intoxicating. Musk mixed with sweat and passion. And as his lips moved down my neck, his hair brushing my cheek, his scent was overwhelming.

He effortlessly unhooked my bra, tossing it off the bed, and ran his lips along my body. Slipping off the rest, I could take in his entire, naked form. Staring at the man perched between my legs, he was nothing short of impressive. I let out a noise that startled even me, but I couldn't control myself around him. He was hypnotizing.

"Everything okay, love?" I nodded furiously. Everything was perfect. There was virtually nothing that I would change in this moment. He smiled at me from above and caressed my face in his hand. Not sure if he understood me, I nodded again.

"Great!" I managed to awkwardly gasp out between light, entrancing, kisses.

"Great," he smiled and inhaled sharply as I felt him push inside me. I had no self control left, and quite unwilling closed my eyes and tossed my head back against the pillow. His moans were deep and often, his thrusts; strong and steady, and I could feel the small beads of sweat on his chest. He was intense, so passionate, so intoxicating. I felt my heart racing with giddy orgasm as he penetrated harder and faster. I had been longing for the sort of pleasure only a man can give for too long now. I let out a gasp and a moan as he filled me with his warmth. Sweat dripping from his chest, Sniper collapsed in a heap beside me. I tried to steady my breathing, but my efforts were thwarted, because in the next moment, the look he gave me, the intensity in his eyes, the air was sucked from my lungs again. That perfectly lopsided smirk only embellished by his week-old untrimmed facial hair. His messy hair falling over his eyes, his oh so deep blue eyes.

Utterly exhausted, that night was the deepest sleep I had managed since I moved to BLU base.

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the others, so I'll make that up to you with the next one. Any feedback is appreciated :)