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"I'm guessin' this was a one time thing?"
“If that’s what you want it to be. I’m not against repeat sessions. Really, Roy, we work together, and awkwardly avoiding someone because you had sex once is irritating.” He pulled on his shirt, pausing to stretch.
“The things I do for you,” he teased back.
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"I'm guessin' this was a one time thing?"
“If that’s what you want it to be. I’m not against repeat sessions. Really, Roy, we work together, and awkwardly avoiding someone because you had sex once is irritating.” He pulled on his shirt, pausing to stretch.
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Roy slowly turned over, acting as if the movement was draining him of all his energy. When he was on his back, he reached his hand up to cup the Spy’s cheek. It was one of his rare moments of affection.
“How’s that?” he teased. “That’s all the work I’m willin’ to do. The rest is up to you.”
“That must have been such a trying task. Don’t worry, I’ll take it from here~” Ambroise mused with a smile, moving to kiss Roy’s palm, his shirt brushing over the man’s chest.
"I'm guessin' this was a one time thing?"
“If that’s what you want it to be. I’m not against repeat sessions. Really, Roy, we work together, and awkwardly avoiding someone because you had sex once is irritating.” He pulled on his shirt, pausing to stretch.
Roy could feel Ambroise’s shirt brush against his bare back. “I’m game, just as long as you’re the one doin’ all the work this time,” he replied with a grin.
“Making sure I can pull my weight?” Not that he actually had much weight, being a rather small man to begin with. The Spy chuckled, leaning in and nibbling the back of Roy’s neck.
“The question is, are you willing to expend a little energy to roll over and let me ride you, or would you rather I just do as I please with your fine ass just like this?”
"I'm guessin' this was a one time thing?"
“If that’s what you want it to be. I’m not against repeat sessions. Really, Roy, we work together, and awkwardly avoiding someone because you had sex once is irritating.” He pulled on his shirt, pausing to stretch.
“Hmm..” Roy was stretched out on the bed, on his stomach, his hands under his head. “Do you want a repeat session?” he asked quietly, staring ahead at the headboard in front of him.
“I just said I wasn’t against the idea, didn’t I?” Ambroise turned back to the bed, getting on it so he was positioned over Roy on all fours, shirt hanging loosely., that being all he’d bothered to put back on other than his glasses.
“Unless you mean now, it which case, I admire your stamina.” He smirked, cold blue eyes twinkling and amused.
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A sweet little kiss is placed on the other’s face, the Russian gasping soon after to feign surprise.
“Oops, I am sorry, I thought vere somevun else!”
“Because I vear suits and talk vith such big, bold vords does not mean I am man vith luxurious past filled vith expensive liquors and beautiful men and vomen.” He noted as he looked down at him.
“But if you are not from Europe, then vhere are you from? You speak English like is first language.”
“It’s my second language actually. French is my first, but I’ve spent most of my life working out the accent.” He glanced down the road to see if the bus was coming, his hands idly in his pockets.
“I’m Canadian believe it or not. The harsh winters just never really agreed with me.”
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A sweet little kiss is placed on the other’s face, the Russian gasping soon after to feign surprise.
“Oops, I am sorry, I thought vere somevun else!”
“Honored? Such strong vord for somevun such as myself, but I take it.” He chuckles, all too eagerly ushering him out of the base. “You lead vay, da? I trust you have good taste vith food, vun of us has to.”
“Oh? You seem the sort who would know fine dining, but I have been wrong before.” He lead them to the bus stop to wait for the bus into town. “I like to think I know a thing or two about good coffee though. Spent a luxurious stint in Europe, it almost pains me to not have been born there.”
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
“I’m not.. I don’t think so. I was.. very, very drunk I think. Hrm.” He rubbed his head with a groan, looking for his glasses but sparing a glance at the small, strange man. “So who are you?”
“I already told you my name an occupation, are you really a spy?” He manages as he goes back to nuzzling the pillow that wasn’t his, pulling the sheets back up it was cool in the room and he wasn’t sure where his cloths were at this point in time.
“I just told you, I was drunk. The hangover is not all that pleasant either.” He grumbled, putting on his glasses. Oh. Well, he supposed he’d woken up to worse faces. “Would you mind getting out of my bed.”
"I'm guessin' this was a one time thing?"
“If that’s what you want it to be. I’m not against repeat sessions. Really, Roy, we work together, and awkwardly avoiding someone because you had sex once is irritating.” He pulled on his shirt, pausing to stretch.
◈ (forever-in-your-shadow)
A sweet little kiss is placed on the other’s face, the Russian gasping soon after to feign surprise.
“Oops, I am sorry, I thought vere somevun else!”
“Ah, you are right.”
He looped an arm around the other’s shoulders, leaning in for yet another quick kiss on the cheek. “Care to accompanying me now for coffee? My treat.”
“I would be honored to join you.” He replied smoothly. “Who am I to turn down good company after all? I’ve heard there’s a good place in town.”
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
“I’m not.. I don’t think so. I was.. very, very drunk I think. Hrm.” He rubbed his head with a groan, looking for his glasses but sparing a glance at the small, strange man. “So who are you?”
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A sweet little kiss is placed on the other’s face, the Russian gasping soon after to feign surprise.
“Oops, I am sorry, I thought vere somevun else!”
“Oh? And who would that be?” The smaller Spy looked amused and a little coy at the Russian’s words, looking at the man expectantly.
“I vas going to say beautiful, voluptuous man, but actually… I realize I kiss exactly right person.” He snickered before playfully kissing the spy again, this time on the corner of his mouth.
“There, I do again to confirm!”
“Oh my Stanislav, keep that up and I’ll start to think you actually like me.” He put a hand on his chest with a cheeky grin. “We never did have that coffee you know~”
The Morning After Sentence Starters
"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."
"So.. Was it good?"
"Who topped?"
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
"I should go."
"This didn't mean anything."
"We shouldn't have done this..."
"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"
"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."
"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"
"This stays between us."
"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."
"Are you sneaking out on me?"
"So, how much for last night?"
"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"
"Don't answer it!"
"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"
"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."
"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"
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A sweet little kiss is placed on the other’s face, the Russian gasping soon after to feign surprise.
“Oops, I am sorry, I thought vere somevun else!”
"Oh? And who would that be?" The smaller Spy looked amused and a little coy at the Russian's words, looking at the man expectantly.
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“I can’t blame the Doc’ for the dislike, I’m afraid” Emmerich replied lightly with no real intent to insult or accuse anyone of anything. He himself used to be very fond of spies. they kept him good company and were reliable when he needed something done. However their snake-like characteristics come out once they have earned your trust enough to betray you. THAT he felt on his own skin more than once. A mistake that he ,like everyone else, won’t repeat. Being kind and helpful was one thing. Trusting however, was quite another. And he was not going to let this happen again. Not with a spy, nor with a medic or anyone else. Trust had no place in this den of liars and murders. “But that goes for all classes” he finally added after a long silence. It had nothing to do with a class, at the end of the day. It had to do with people. They were not worthy of much. Especially their kind.
“I’ll take you to his sickbay then” he then continued, carefully setting a slow pace and picking the direction while helping the man shuffle one leg at a time. “Don’ thank me. There’s hardly a reason to turn down someone in need of help. I may be a soldier, but I ain’t that cruel” which was a complete lie really. He only helped folks until he received an order to maim and kill. But right now, it was off-duty time. Hardly a need for violence for any reason whatsoever. Unless he was being attacked.
“Mh..” Ambroise remained quiet for a time as they worked their way to the sickbay. He was mostly preoccupied with his knotted and aching gut but also with considering the stigma that came with a class type. No doubt everyone has their reasons for thinking what they did, but it could make coexisting with these people far more difficult.
Pyros were often considered rabid, disturbed pyromantics, Scouts were generally annoying and Spies were thought to be disloyal and betraying from the get go, even if they didn’t bother with a mask like he did. Something to think on he supposed. He idly wondered if dressing casually during ceasefire would alter others perception of him.
