nA/N: Hey all, here's chapter eleven. Participating in one of my discord server's NaNo event for July, so hopefully I can get a lot of work done for it. The more chapters I crank out, the better. Trying to reach a certain goal of mine and I think I can pull it off if I remain consistent XD
Paradox Effect
Summary: Dying sucked. Dying and being killed by the same teammate again? That sucked even more. Dying and being thrown back into Blood Gulch as a girl? That REALLY sucked. Now, Leona Church will have to put up with Tucker's perverted looks, Caboose's stupidity, and worst of all, Tex's laughter…
*Chapter 11*
Tex was enjoying watch Church try and squirm her way out from underneath her; the blonde was laying on top of her in a way to be as heavy as she possibly could, absolutely refusing to budge even an inch despite the adorable groans of frustration her ex would let out every few seconds.
"For fuck's sake, Tex!" Church begged, her face starting to get red and sweaty with the effort she was putting into her failed attempts to move the Freelancer off of her. "Can you please get off of me? I promise to go down on you if you do. It'll give me a reason to test out how good this new tongue is."
"Hmm, tempting." Tex smirked and pretended to tap her lips thoughtfully. "But I am afraid I am going to have to decline your offer. I'm pretty comfortable up here." 'Heh, and I thought making Church squirm when she was a guy was fun. This is easily ten times better. Finally somewhere to lay my head.'
"You just want to use my fucking tits as a pillow? Seriously? You're fucking worse than Tucker." Church rolled her eyes with an irritated huff, trying once again (and failing spectacularly as usual) to shove her off of her. "Goddammit!"
"Too weak, Leona," Tex said with a grin, lifting her head from her spot between Church's breasts. "Mm…I think you have bigger tits than me. I call bullshit on that."
"Oh fuck you." Church rolled her eyes and tried not to moan out as Tex gave them a hearty squeeze. "Tex…I'm going to smack you when I get out of this."
"Kinky. You gonna use your hand or a paddle?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Ha! You actually got a nosebleed from it! I win, bitch!" Tex stuck her tongue out to be as petty as possible while Church tried again to push her off to no avail.
"Goddammit! Let me get up so I don't get blood on the sheets," Church begged. "I'm not changing them for the second time in three days."
"So no head?"
"For fuck's sake."
Tex merely grinned and gave her another quick kiss, dragging her up. "Come on. Up you get. I don't like seeing blood all over my sheets either. Someone will think you're on your period. Though in all fairness, you sometimes bitch and moan like you are."
"Shut up, Tex," Church grumbled, blushing a little from the amount of affection Tex was showing her. Getting Omega out of her head had done wonders for her overall mental state; she had forgotten what it was like to not have Tex trying to kick her ass for some dumb shit she probably didn't do. While she was grateful that now she had to worry about being pushed onto the nearest bed instead of getting her ass kicked, part of her missed it a little. The beatdowns were special in their own twisted way. She was a bit of a masochist.
The incredibly awesome and gorgeous leader of Blue Team reluctantly let Tex drag her up and she went towards the bathroom to get herself cleaned up. For a moment she was absolutely positive that Tex was just fucking with her about the nosebleed. 'No way. It doesn't even feel wet on my face.'
She reached up to touch just beneath her nose and she groaned when the tips of her fingers came away wet and red with blood. "Goddammit. You weren't kidding about the nosebleed." 'Fuck. Now the teasing is going to be relentless.'
Church took two steps and she heard a loud crash of breaking glass. "What the fuck was that?"
She turned around and looked to see Tucker lying in a heap on the floor letting out groans of pain. Shattered glass was all around his motionless form and Church walked over to him, giving him a nudge with her foot. "Tucker? What the fuck are you doing, you pervert? Were you spying on us?"
Tucker's only response was a moan of agony and he rubbed his shoulder. "Ow…that guy fucking decked me so hard I went through the window…"
"What guy?" Church asked.
"That one." Tucker raised his arm with a wince and pointed. Church followed his finger and on the opposite side of the shattered window stood a soldier wearing tan armor with white accents. In their hands was a battle rifle and he lowered it when Tex came out to see what the hell happened.
"Tex..?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Is that you?"
Tex's eyes widened and she swallowed painfully as she approached. "Y-york…it's been a long time."
This was the man who tried to free Alpha with her three years ago. Agent York. The Freelancer set his rifle across his back armor and reached to pull his helmet off. Underneath the shiny golden visor was a handsome man with an ugly scar on his left eye and his gaze was somber as he looked at Tex. "It has, Tex. You know why I'm here."
"I do." Tex reached for his hand and squeezed it, and surprisingly Church didn't feel a surge of envy as she took another man's hand in her own. "The Director sent you to finish what we started."
"Allison, I—"
"Do it, Charlie."
York strode forward and gave her a hug, running his gauntleted hands up her back. "I never blamed you. Not once. It wasn't your fault Carolina died."
"York…" Tex leaned into his hug and York looked over at Church.
"So…is that your girlfriend?"
"You could say that."
Church gave the blonde a look before turning back to York. "You're the guy who helped my girlfriend try and save Alpha? Eh, she always did have shitty taste in men."
York let out a bark of laughter and Tex glared at him, elbowing him in the ribs. "Shut up, York. Don't encourage her to be a jackass. It's already hardwired."
"I can show you a hard wire, Tex. Bow chicka bow wow," Tucker mumbled from his spot on the floor. Both Tex and Church gave him a quick kick in the ribs again and he let out a weak groan of pain. "Fucking worth it…"
"So…care to explain?" Church gestured to the aqua soldier on the floor. "What did he do, fuckin' say you like getting pegged? Because you kinda look like the guy who'd take it in the ass."
Now it was Tex's turn to laugh and have someone glare at her.
"No. He was spying on you while you were fucking," York said dryly. "I told him to quit it with the sex jokes or I'd punch him. He didn't believe me."
"Yeah…did anyone get the number of that truck that hit me?" Tucker asked weakly from the floor, trying to make a joke as he rolled over onto his stomach. "Fuck…this hurts. I think I got a fucking concussion, dude."
"You'll be fine. Quit bitching." Church rolled her eyes and went over to pull him up. "Go on, get yourself checked out by Doc. He'll fix you up."
"Dude, he fucking gave Caboose orange juice after his toe fell off!" Tucker protested. "He's the worst medic ever!"
"Again, he's a harmless moron. What's the worst that's gonna fucking happen?" Church pointed out. "He couldn't hurt you if he tried. He's a fucking pacifist."
"Come on, Church, don't make me go back to him," he begged. "He tried to fucking give me a back rub when Tex decked me in the chest!"
"To be fair, he thought you were stressed out."
"Shut up, Tex."
"Yeah, he definitely looks like it."
"Dude, don't fucking help her."
"Why not?" Tex smirked. "Could always use a third person to liven up a party."
Tucker looked like he wanted to say 'Fuck it, I'm done' and go live the rest of his life in a cave with a bear. "As if it weren't bad enough already. Now I got another fucking Freelancer here. Fucking beautiful, people."
"Oh shut up, you teenage girl." Church rolled her eyes and smacked him on the side of the head lightly. "You complain too much. It's not like he's a trigger happy psychopath."
"He punched me through a fucking window!"
"You were spying on me and Tex about to have sex!"
"Still an asshole…"
Church and Tex glanced at York and he shrugged. "Permission?"
"Granted," Tex and Church replied at the same time, grinning.
Tucker took one look at York and decided to start running for his life.
A/N: XD poor Tucker. He really is a punching bag in RvB, isn't he? So, now the question someone's going to have. Threesome?
Probably. Depends on my mood, really. I haven't written much smut lately. So you never know. Probably will lol
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