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50. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
Medic knew better than to try and distract Sniper while he was training. Honing that aim of his was just as important as Medic fine-tuning his uber technology... not that the doctor particularly cared about either of their mercenary legacies at the moment. He had his fingers laced loosely around Sniper's middle, resting against his belly as the sharpshooter was perched in his lap.
Medic knew this was also the kind of training Sniper enjoyed best; Engineer had gifted him some kind of contraption that shot little frisbee's into the air of various sizes and at various speeds so that Sniper could shoot them down with the deadly accuracy that the team had come to expect of him. His hat sat on the crate beside them as his mouth found the salty-with-sweat skin at the back of his neck, pressing chaste kisses to it and feeling Sniper go rigid for a moment, suppressing a shudder. Medic smirked against his skin, making the bushman heave a sigh, followed by a low hum. "Dovey," he warned, which only made his lover smile wider.
The doctor drew in an excited breath as Sniper's shoulders tensed, bracing as he took a shot, his ears ringing as he heard the TING! of one of the little objects being shattered, nearly felt the kickback of Sniper's rifle as he pressed his chest tighter against the marksman's back. "Hmm?" Medic cooed, running his hands over Sniper's waist and triumphantly eyeing how magnificent his lover's sweaty skin looked when showcased in nothing but those white tank tops he wore when he practiced.
Sniper had invited him up here with him for some lunch (the remains of which now lay discarded beside them) and figured Medic would trot off to his lab... only to be pleasantly surprised as the doctor perched himself on a crate and pulled Sniper into his lap, all while insisting he'd behave so that his beloved could practice, of course. "I'm clearly not distracting you!" He reasoned, gnashing his teeth gently against sniper's sweaty shoulderblades, bare palms running over the damp fabric of his shirt just under his breasts. Magnificent. His breath hitched as he watched the muscles under his skin move to take another shot again, admiring the physical marvel that was his greatest achievement, and love of his life. TING!
"You always distract me," Sniper purred. If he was objecting to it, he certainly didn't seem all that inconvenienced. Medic smiled and only cooed in faux-naivety, which made the bushman chuckle, low in his chest. The doctor felt the sound rattle within him as his hands shamelessly groped his breasts and flanks, eliciting a pleased purr from Sniper's throat. "You're rotten, you know that?" He murmured tenderly, listening as Medic hummed along in agreement, too distracted by running his hands over the muscles in his shoulders as he poised himself to take another shot. Tendon and muscle and skin and fat and scars rippling underneath his fingers... have mercy! Another successful shot: TING!
"The worst?" Medic asked like a lover requesting praise, running his tongue greedily between the dip between his shoulders, along his spine, uncaring of the thin garment that separated him from Sniper's skin. Sniper rocked his hips slowly as he braced for another shot, using the roll of his hips to steady himself before shooting. TING!
"Sure as. Absolutely diabolical," he crooned, making Medic bite his own lip and giggle, giddily bucking his own hips (and Sniper's with him) at the sentiment. So romantic! His spatzchen always knew just what to say! The movement didn't hinder the marksman's performance, which only served to rile Medic up more. He adored Sniper's focus, his dedication. More hungry kisses to Sniper's rough, tanned skin, plain in their wanting as his intentions were made abundantly clear. Sniper smirked as he kept his eyes trained on his targets. "Hope you brought your mean streak," he goaded, feeing Medic's breathing stutter. That was a challenge. "'Cause I plan on being up here for a while." he mused, feeling Medic's toothy grin against the back of his neck. Who was the good doctor to back down from a challenge?
74. surprise kisses, in which your lover weren’t prepared for it but responds immediately
A radio serial that they'd only been partly listening to was the only accompaniment to the soft whirr of the medigun powering down in Medic's lab, the doctor swiveling away the ceiling-mounted contraption as he eyed his work. "And we're done! How are you feeling, my-" A clammy hand reached up, cupped the back of his neck and clumsily drew him into an attempted-tender kiss. Medic's eyes fell closed as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from both of their slow, content breathing. What a wonderful post-operative surprise!
Sniper tasted like morning breath as his large, typically-nimble hands pawed lazily at the doctor's broad chest, gently palming and caressing the outer curves of his breasts before traveling over his belly and wrapping around his middle. The kiss was fresh-out-of-surgery slow, the grogginess of being absolutely weightless seeping slowly out of Sniper's pores. Even his heart drummed at a consistent, not-too-erratic-yet pace, the EKG making Medic's ears ring with the proof of his beloved's precious life.
Sniper hummed a vague-sounding mhn, voice a little hoarse as his hands had since wandered up and wrapped around Medic's neck, the doctor parting his lips for their tongues to slide against one another's. What a wake-up call! "How are you feeling?" He whispered against Sniper's mouth, kissing softly at the stubble that adorned his hollow cheekbones and sharp jawline. Sniper clumsily tried to twirl the curl at Medic's crown, but couldn't quite manage the dexterity yet; capable fingers knocked uselessly, feather-lightly, against his doctor's forehead. Medic smiled fully, cooing at the intent and execution of the gesture. Perfekt.
"Better, if you'd get up here with me," the bushman frowned, "What're you doing way over there, anyway?" Way over there? Ha! The doctor was standing beside the operating table, hips flush against the cold metal edge that had since been covered with towels to keep his beloved more comfortable. He didn't like being cold, after all.
"Well," Medic mused, running a blood-stained glove through Sniper's damp, sweaty hair and rubbing his thumb over his hairline, "I was closing you up, and I was going to update your chart while you woke up, but you surprised me with quite the waking-up present!" He giggled softly, pecking his lips gently while Sniper purred happily. Guilty as charged.
"Which I wasn't done with, by the way." Sniper grunted, cupping Medic's face and bringing him into another lazy kiss. "Y'know rejoining the waking world's not easy," he yawned against Medic's lips, making the doctor giggle and nibble at the corner of his mouth, happily letting his face be cradled in his lover's rough hands. "Need a reminder'a what's worth wakin' up for," he breathed, and Medic could hear the EKG beginning to beep much more frantically. Sniper always swore he wasn't great with romance, and yet he'd say things like that. It always took Medic's breath away; it felt so personal, a love language of life and death made only for them. Sniper felt it so openly now, expressed it so freely. It made the doctor's heart clench.
"Oh, well, in that case," Medic finally said after a few moments. It wasn't often that he was at a loss for words. "I encourage you to..." Sniper's tongue slid over the doctor's bottom lip, and his train of thought promptly stopped. Michel, Michel, Michel. Sniper let out an affirmative hum; Oh, he was encouraged. And he planned on celebrating this, and every re-awakening moment he'd have in the future, by celebrating Medic, and the life he gave him.
Rex is still pretty out of it -- his heads’ still spinning from all the drama’s that gone down, and he’s still feeling sick to his stomach from the whole.. time jump shitfest. And honestly? The last person he expected to have missed him through this all was Mu. She seemed a lot like she was indifferent, too stubborn to let herself care about anyone despite being a kid. ‘Course, at least she was looking tons better than the last time he’d seen her -- last time he’d seen her, she was still skinny as a stick and wearing that same old dirty tunic all the time. Now, though? Well, he’d found out she’d been cutting up and wearing his old shirts all this time, which he couldn’t bring himself to be mad over. He just has a lot of tanktops to wear now. And all this happened in the six months he was gone. But to him, the day her in her ratty old tunic, the day before the explosion -- it felt just like yesterday and six months all at once. It was a weird state of being and feeling, and his whole sense of time’s been thrown off and out of wack. He feels the ghost of time passing, remembers nothing but a void -- and yet, it seems like a fuzzy dream. It’s felt so surreal since he’s came back safely, though.
.. And, well, he was glad to see everyone’s okay, even if Providence had turned against him ... and collared him, too. That’s a day he’d been ashamed of -- and Mu was still sporting so many injuries from it, it made him feel sick. How she could forgive him after what he’d done to her is beyond him. All those bandages and the scratch marks he’d left on her, and he’s pretty sure she broke something but wouldn’t say just what -- he just.. felt really sad. He’d tried avoid her, because he’s pretty suure he’s the last face that the little girl wants to see -- but here she is, timidly approaching him. She’s looking around as if she’s scared (?) and Rex doesn’t blame her -- who wouldn’t be after having to face off against him? But, then she does something unexpected.
She clung to his leg. She was hugging him.
It wasn’t any normal kind of hug, either -- she’s trembling, burying her face in his leg, and her grip is really, really tight considering the injuries she’s sporting. Why is she hugging him? Shouldn’t it be the last thing that she wants to do near him? .. He doesn’t know, but it takes him a few seconds to process his shock before he’s hesitantly leaning down, prying her off. She looks upset that she’s been pried off, but he kneels down to her level, and ... hugs her back, his arms pulling her close and a hand resting in her hair. There’s so many words he could say right now, so many apologies he wants to say, but none of them are bubbling out. Instead, all he can muster is a simple, short sentence.
