It was a normal day, only hotter. The noon sun was high up and you definitely believed in the phrase of 'hotter days and colder nights' in deserts like these. Everyone had just finished lunch around the table. Laughter was heard throughout the dining table as the mercenaries talked about their daily struggles with the enemy team. You sat back and listened to what stories they have to say this time.

"And I was like 'BONK!' And he went down!" Scout said as he slammed his palms emphatically on the table. "BOOM! Oh yeah!"

"An interesting display, I assure you." Spy added, lighting up a cigarette as he leaned back comfortably on his chair.

"Tiny man did well!" Heavy shouted, giving Scout an unexpected pat on the back which tipped Scout's hat a bit off his head.

You stood up, grabbing everyone's empty plates and placing them in the dishwasher. Medic helped you with the rest. As you turned back around, it was Soldier's turn to say his story. But before he could, the whirring of the ceiling fan stopped and everyone was silent. The dishwasher's light was off and Medic checked the refrigerator to see that it wasn't working.

"Great." You said, washing your hands on the sink and patting them dry on your pants. "The power's out."

"I'll go check the generator then." Engineer sighed as he stood up from his chair.

"No," Soldier said, raising a hand for everyone to see. "There's a Spy around here somewhere."

The thought didn't occur to you but it could be possible. The 2Fort rarely has had any power outages so there has to be some other explanation.

"I'll at least take this day's M.V.P. With me to the generator, then." Engineer said, sighing. Soldier's helmet swayed slowly in contrast to his quick nod.

"I suggest everyone should go in pairs, this is a spy we're dealing with." The Frenchman of the same class added. Everyone knew who they were going to be pairs with just like in a classroom with pairs of best friends. You rolled your eyes, knowing you were a bit distant to everyone because of your gender. So you eluded everyone's gaze and focused on cleaning the last of the dishes.

Soon enough, everyone exchanged firm nods and one by one started leaving the dining area. Sniper was assigned on the lookout in the water tower for any spies lurking about the 2Fort. It didn't sound too farfetched yet it wouldn't hurt to be on the safe side.

You were done and about to leave as well but Soldier placed a strong hand on your shoulder to turn you back around. "Sniper will be needing all the help he could get today--"

"Wait, what are you implying?" You interrupted only to be shushed by him continuing his sentence again.

"YOU will be joining him in the tower," Soldier finished, walking ahead of you. "Two pairs of eyes in the sky are better than one, maggot."

And that was it. You were about to protest with a 'Why me?' excuse but Soldier was already gone. He had left you no choice but to accept. Typical Soldier.

"Guess we'll be sittin' ducks this afternoon, mate?" You jumped as you heard that unmistakable Australian accent behind you.

"Yeah," you sighed, taking a deep breath to let all of this sink in., not even turning around to look at him. "Give me some time to get my stuff ready. I'll come up later."

He chuckled at your lack of enthusiasm at the situation. "We should have a code when you come up. Wouldn't want to spend a whole afternoon locked up in the tower with a Spy now, would we?"

"Alright, then. What do you have in mind?"

He thought about it for a moment, smiling as he scratched his chin. He looks at you, pulling his orange-tinted sunglasses down a bit as he walks closer to you. "Men are like coffee, best ones're rich and warm..." He whispered, pausing a moment to let you guess what the rest are. He leans closer to your ear. So close, you swear you could smell actual coffee from his breath. "... And they keep you going all night long. See you at the tower, sheila."

And with a tip of his hat, he left the dining room, leaving you red, flustered and somehow wanting more from the Australian Sniper. You shrugged the whole thing off and went to your room, laying straight on your bed to take a moment to compose yourself as the heat got to you. You tried to slow down your breathing to relax yourself but the sweat you had on you wasn't making it easy.

Out of spite, you got up and moved the curtains away to open the windows. Hopefully, a desert breeze would come along and answer everyone's prayers. It didn't do much but at least you got some air flowing through the room. It wasn't enough. Soon, you found yourself pulling your shirt over your head. Everyone at this point was trying their best to fight off the midday sun craze. It was almost enough to drive you to the point of running around the 2Fort naked, but you wouldn't let the guys have that satisfaction, would you?

Little did you know that up in the water tower was a fellow sniper's scope inspecting you in your room as you walked around in your bra, trying to find something to cool yourself down. Oh how Sniper enjoyed the view from that tower. It was most likely that he could see you but you couldn't see him. And that alone was enough to send one of his hands through his pants.

He bit his lip in guilty pleasure as you walked about from your dresser to your bed, unknowing of the situation that you were being watched. He had difficulty handling his sniper rifle with only one hand but it was manageable. And besides, if he gave up now, he'd miss out on the show. At this point in time, you found an acceptable shirt suitable for the climate.

"Oh, bugger." Sniper murmured to himself, quickening his pace as soon as he saw you pick up your chosen shirt. He needs to finish now.

You put on your shirt, feeling a little better with a fresh piece of clothing and grabbed some stuff you might need to entertain yourself for the rest of the day because you're gonna need it if you want to avoid small talk. You put them in a bag and brought yourself out the door nonchalantly. The heat made you feel like you don't want to do anything today. But if you sat still in one place, you would probably melt. It almost didn't occur to you that a Spy was possibly loose in the 2Fort.

You found yourself staring up at the ladder leading to the hollow tank called the water tower, silently cursing yourself for having a lingering fear of heights. You sighed and gripped the stokes of the ladder for dear life as you tried your best to take it slow and steady, realizing you were getting some distance from the ground. The last stoke was getting closer and you couldn't help but feel relieved as you saw Sniper offering a conveniently placed hand for you to take.

Just as you were about to take it, he pulled his hand back. "Ah, ah, ah," he said. "Men are like coffee..."

You sighed and kept two shaking hands on the ladder. "Best ones are rich, warm, and..."

"And?"

"Keep you going all night long."

"'Ello, ________." Sniper smiled, giving you back his hand you immediately took. "Welcome to my territory."

Your knees wobbled as your feet finally came on solid ground and you couldn't help but tighten the grip on his hand as you felt like jelly. He was quick enough to place your arm on his shoulder as he notices you feeling a bit queasy. "There's always a first for everything, mate." He smiled, giving you a pat on the back as you both take the few steps to the two chairs beside each other.

"Th-Thanks." You murmured, avoiding eye contact with him whatsoever. You never knew you could be like this especially around Sniper.

The place was nice. There was a couch on one side of the room, a sleeping bag, some wrappers, cans of beans, jars, mugs and soda littered the floor, giving it a somewhat comfortable, home-y feel to it despite the aforementioned trash. The only thing that gave light in the room was the long, horizontal windowsill that overlooked all of 2Fort. It was perfect for sniping. And you wondered how the view would look like at night under a blanket of stars.

"Well, that's your seat, and here's mine." Sniper said as he lowers you slowly down to your chair on the right. The seats were unusually tall. They were like those tall stools you usually see in bars.

In front of each seat was a sniper rifle propped up with stands on a table in front of the windowsill. Yours was a little small in comparison to Sniper's. It didn't matter to you as long as it works. Speaking of working, you had never actually worked with a rifle before. And that idea kept going through your head ever since Soldier assigned this to you. You were going to make a fool of yourself today. Huzzah. You wouldn't want to risk safety and security for your pride so you took a deep breath and said one, shaky:

"Sniper?"

"Hm?" He looked at you from his chair.

"Uh, I've never actually fired a rifle before."

There was silence for a moment. You didn't have the nerve to even look at him anymore. All you did was bite your lower lip and shut your eyes. Soon enough, you heard him chuckle.

"Like I said, ________," you heard him say. "There's always a first for everything."

Your eyes shot open as you felt two hands take yours and place it on the rifle. "Now, this ain't 'The Machina' or anything but it still packs one hell of a recoil." He whispers in your ear. His hands felt warm against your cold ones. His breath although warm as well, managed to give you a chill down your spine. "This is how you hold 'im." His hands guided yours on the correct handling position and you felt his chest press against your back, making your blood rush through your head.

"Don't forget to look through the scope, now." He says. You could swear he said that almost... Seductively. Or maybe you were just thinking that. But whatever you thought, it made your heart skip a beat. You did as he told and soon, everything was now magnified. "Don't put your finger on the trigger unless you've got a target."

"S-Sorry." You said, embarrassment rushing through you even more than before.

"See that soda can on the fence there?" Sniper suddenly suggested. "I want you to shoot it."

"But it's so small!"

"Unless you wanna go back down and knock it over instead?"

He was right. You didn't want to go all that trouble again. You set your sights back on the scope and tried to focus the crosshair on the target which was the itty bitty soda can of BONK! Oh, what has soda ever done to deserve this anyway? You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, your hand steadying and the crosshair swayed slowly. Sniper lowered his hands to your forearms, firmly gripping them for the recoil.

It took you a second to fully pull the trigger back and in a loud flash, your back quickly slammed against Sniper's chest for the recoil. After some moments, your felt your hands and arms aching from the unexpected strength. "Not bad for a first time sheila."

He lets go of you and stands up. You were about to protest about him being sexist but curiosity got the best of you and you found yourself looking at the scope again to where your target was. Well, the can was still there, so was a hole in the fence a few inches below it. You knew it would be harder to hit a moving target. At least now you had newfound respect for Sniper. His job isn't a walk in the park as well.

"Now, you want some coffee?"

"No thanks, Sniper." You replied, taking a deep breath to compose yourself, a bit disappointed from your shot.

Sniper shrugged his shoulders and walks to a corner to get his thermos from his backpack. He was having trouble looking for it though. You sighed and looked at his rifle. You wanted to know if there was any difference at all between his and your gun. You soon found yourself sitting in his chair, holding his rifle the same way he taught you. You looked through the scope and you were surprised to realize that his scope was directly looking at your room with the open window.

You gasped and once again, you felt a pair of warm hands encase your own. The breath now smelled of coffee and you felt his chest push up against your back again.

"You watched me." You managed to say, keeping your breathing slow and steady even if it was a hard task.

"I couldn't help it." He replied. "You were all too beautiful to pass up."

"You're no better than the spy that got us into this mess."

"And I'm actually grateful for that."

You couldn't believe it but you found yourself actually agreeing. ".... Me too." You whispered.

You heard him chuckle behind you and he gives you a quick peck on the shell behind your ear. "Do you really feel that way about me, love?"

"I guess so..." You replied, biting your lip. "Even if you are a peeping tom."

"It's what I do best." He said, trailing kisses down your neck, sending you tingles all over.

His hands went down from your arms as well. You were too much in awe of what was happening to react whatsoever, you almost didn't notice his hands going under your shirt all of a sudden. Your breath hitched as both hands went under your bra to move them over. They ached from the sudden release but Sniper was there to help them ease into his hands. You couldn't help but let out a moan as Sniper had his way with your chest.

That sound ticked something in him. It made him want to hear it again, over and over. He squeezed both of your nipples gently, taking you by surprise and making you suddenly scream his name. He smirked at the thought of how sensitive you are. And he promised to himself he'll be gentle. The way you screamed his name got his pants real tight. And even you noticed since you felt something poking at your backside.

Your face flushed at the thought. Your heart was beating fast and you couldn't help but turn your head towards him with mouth slightly open in pleasure. He took it as a sign and passionately placed his lips on yours. You moaned in the kiss as you now felt one of his hands travel down your pants. He slipped past the waistband and your underwear, having no hesitation in delicately tracing the walls of your womanhood.

You gasped at his sensual touch down there and his tongue shot through inside your mouth. Your tongues both massaged each other lovingly. Your opened your legs wider to give him more room for his hand. You broke away, noticing something feel a bit odd and out of place. He wonders what as your hands finally regained control of themselves. You took Sniper's tinted sunglasses and placed them neatly on the table.

You gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of your pants. You got down from the chair, facing him after. Not a moment longer, you suddenly had your arms on his shoulder, sealing him again in another passionate kiss. This made him tumble a bit backwards and you used that to your advantage to get him to sit on the couch.

You weren't sure what you were doing but what the heck. You want to do it anyway. He watched you as you pulled your shirt over your head, your bra followed soon after. Sniper had his mouth open at the sight of your gorgeous body. It was making it difficult for him to ignore the hard tent in his pants. You bit your lip as you lowered your pants down so that it collected around your ankles, leaving you in only your panties.

You were already wet from what Sniper did to you earlier and he took notice of that. You sat on his lap while your hands took off his vest and were now unbuttoning his dress shirt. As you saw some more skin of his showing, you couldn't help but kiss his neck, biting him occasionally. Hearing him grunt in pleasure made you smile. And you felt like you were compelled to make him do more noises.

As soon as you were done with the last button, he took it upon himself to quickly remove it in one swift motion. After he'd done that he took you by the shoulders and slammed you on the couch, making him on top. You see him stand up to fumble around his belt and pants, each second getting you more excited. It wasn't long before he was fully unclothed before you. He slowly went back on top of you, looking at your embarrassed expression.

"Don't be shy, love," he said, rubbing a loving thumb on the side of your cheek. "You are absolutely beautiful."

You sighed and your own thumbs hooked themselves on the edge of your panties. "Be my coffee tonight." And as if you just let the last wall of your defenses crumble, you pushed down your panties. Like he said, there's always a first for everything.

Sniper loved every second he had you. It was like a dream. A hot, sweaty dream. Your breathing quickened as you felt his tip at your entrance, staying still for a moment for your permission. He took your hesitant nod as the signal and the dance begins. You felt him slowly enter inside you, pain surging through your body like electric shocks. By the time he was fully inside of you, you couldn't help but gasp as he hit the wall that made your whole body tingle.

Sniper pulled back and pushed in slowly, deciding the pace. You were too pained to make a sound at the moment. Sniper had to make the pain go away somehow. Without stopping, Sniper takes one of your hands and puts it gently below your abdomen.

"You feel that, ________?" He panted. From what you could feel from your hand, it was as if that part of your body was vibrating. "That's me inside of you."

You looked at Sniper in the eyes and thought about that. You focused on him, the stinging finally fading away into pleasure. You gently pushed down below your abdomen, somehow doubling the sensation you were feeling. Sniper felt that too as you heard him sharply gasp for breath the moment you did that.

"________..." Sniper purred, his thrusts slowing down a bit from the amount of tingling he was feeling. He placed his sweaty palm on your knees as they rocked beside him. Both of you were close and if Sniper stopped now, all is lost. It felt like the couch was swallowing your entire being. You could smell Sniper from the cushions from either side of you, not wanting you to escape the thought of him.

You felt him grip your knees and you can't help but scrunch up the pillows that lay victim near you. It was as quick as a shiver although you felt very warm inside. It was amazing. You never felt someone else's warmth reach that deep inside of you. It took Sniper a moment to compose himself and pull out of you, placing your knees down and somehow falling to the floor sitting down. You watched him as he goes, admiring him in every way you can. His tanned body, chiseled face, shaking limbs and the orbs of sweat that decorated his body. Both of you were huffing, trying to make up for the air you both used up.

You smiled and sat up, patting on the space beside you on the couch. He returned the smile and followed. Your head couldn't help but lean on his shoulder, savoring the intimate moment right after the storm.

"I'm sorry I was so stupid, _______." Sniper said, cutting the silent ringing in your ears like a hot knife through butter. You scrunched up your brows for a moment but let him speak. "I didn't even treat you to a fancy dinner or anything yet look what I made us do."

You smiled, but thought about what he said. Shrugging it off, you placed your hand on the side of his tired face, urging him to look towards you. "You've got a point there."

He sighed. "I screwed up, didn't I? I'm sorry...."

".... We both are." You replied and quickly kissed him in the cheek. "You should take me out to dinner tomorrow then."

He looked at you with wide eyes, still not believing what you just said. He was expecting you to slap him in the face and leave him and detach yourself from him more than you already had with the group. Yet here you are, pushing through with this thing.

"We may have started out on the wrong side of things but who's to say we can't make up for it, right?" You said, gripping his hand.

He smiled and nuzzled his head in top of yours. "There's always a first for everything..." He murmured to himself.

You were both too content in each other's comfort to notice the screams of everyone in the 2Fort with a shrill shriek coming from a certain Frenchman. The two Snipers are busy at the moment and Soldier would definitely want to hear the end of it.