*wipes the blood from her keyboard* I’m not gonna lie. You got me pretty damn good with that picture, but I TOLD YOU you’d pay, so here. TASTE MAH FIREY MEDAULING FLAVORED WRATH.

~

Miss Pauling rolled her eyes, striding ahead of the Director who trailed a few feet behind, gazing through the rectangular sights of his fingers and muttering something about losing light.

Whatever. The man was a complete twit.

Why the Administrator was having her babysit this little snob was beyond her. Couldn’t the man do their spying for them and report back his findings on his own?

A missile whizzed past the director’s head just as they reached the battle field. He hit the dirt with a yelp, holding his camera over his head. Miss Pauling looked down over the top of her glasses with a sigh, completely un-phased. She guessed not.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Introduce him to the mercenaries, let him get a few live shots of the battle scene, just make sure he doesn’t make too much of an ass of himself. We don’t want our little inside man offed before he can get back to us.” The Administrator leaned back in her chair, taking a long drag of her cigarette. The younger woman giggled to herself.

“The mercenaries can get quite…rough- I mean, barbaric… I mean-“ Miss Pauling clamped her mouth shut. The blank pages of her clipboard had suddenly become very interesting. Helen ignored her.

“Precisely. The things that you see, we see, some men never even glimpse at a day in their lives. Show him where to go, let him do what we hired him to, then take him to the next location. And Pauling,” she turned. “Don’t lose him.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 The director rose from his prostrate position on the ground, dusting himself off as if he’d merely tripped.

As he resumed his “I’m above everyone” demeanor, the man contintued shooting just in time to capture a group of BLUs being blasted to bits by a load of strategically placed stickybombs. Blood and flesh rained around the pair, a stray spatter catching Miss Pauling’s glasses, blinding her temporarily. Cursing under her breath, the woman took the hankercheif from the shoulder of her dress, clearing the gore from her frames.

Sighted once again, Miss Pauling glanced around to see that the battle had begun to move, and the Director was nowhere to be found. Lovely.

The secretary strode purposefully towards the sounds of war, cringing at the idea of a couple extra hours of Helen berating her for not being able to complete a task so simple. Her thought was cut short as she passed an old shed and a strong arm caught her by the waist, pinning her against the wood panels, her clipboard clattering to the hard packed dirt beneath her feet.

The Medic’s eyes were dark and wild with adrenaline. A long gash ran down the length of his bicep. He pushed her into the musty shed, shrugging off his pack as he did so. He locked her hips in a vise grip, pressing the tips of his fingers just below her hipbones and smiled as she jerked, her eyes darkening almost instantly. After many, many encounters, the Medic knew every inch of Miss Pauling’s body and quite enjoyed using that to his advantage.

The outbuilding was rocked with a sudden explosion as the battle was being pushed back towards them. With the flood of sudden noise, he turned her around to face the wall, flipping her skirt over her backside before leaning close and giving a low, guttural whisper just barely audible beneath the rocket blasts and cries of fallen men.

“I don’t vant a single sound out of you,” the Medic whispered as he caressed her hip, letting his hand curve across her bottom. He gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Understand?”

Miss Pauling nodded, pressing her hands against the scarred wood. It was mid-August and the heat inside the shed, along with the Medic’s attentions made her entire being feel twice as sensitive and alive with flame. She shuddered as she felt the sweat run down her temple and the small of her back, strands of loose hair sticking to the back of her neck and forehead.

Without warning the Medic pushed her panties aside, two fingers delving into her sex. Her sharp intake of breath was met with a low chuckle and he withdrew just as quickly as he had appeared. She was on the precipice of a disapproving whine when she stopped herself short, remembering the Medic’s words. One hand drifted up to cup her breast, the other reaching around to toy at her clit. Miss Pauling squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to make a sound, but as he continued to prod her sensitive bundle of nerves the secretary threw her head back and bit her lip on a moan that threatened to betray her.

Suddenly the Medic’s lips were on her throat, kissing softly before she felt pressure of his teeth clamping down on the space where her neck met her shoulder. The heat coiled tightly in Miss Pauling’s abdomen, a horrid ache reaching deep within her core. Her back arched and a strangled moan tumbled from her lips. Almost instantly she winced as the sharp sting of a slap raced across her flank, the heat from the contact warming her skin. She cried out again as the Medic grasped a fistful of hair, jerking her head back towards him.

“Vhat did I just say?” he growled.

Surprisingly, the sound sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. Miss Pauling swallowed roughly and dared to look back at him. She knew better than to speak. Within seconds she was facing him again. Her back slammed against the wall as he head painlessly smacked against the wood panels.

“Vell, if you can’t keep quiet, perhaps I should just take you now zhen, ja?”

‘God yes,’ she willed silently, but forced her expression to remain neutral. The last thing she needed was for him to delay this any longer than he already had.

Slowly, almost tantalizingly the Medic ground into her, his erection pressing against her teasingly thin panties. The coil wound tighter and dark spots danced across her vision. Oh He was so close, but not where she needed him to be. His hands were like brands at her sides and it drove her up the wall.

Her stomach flip-flopped as he hooked a finger around the fabric, pulling it down until the panties slid to the dirt floor and she kicked them away, looking up into his eyes with genuine deference. Miss Pauling was relieved when he finally freed himself. She began to turn around until he placed a hand on her shoulder, motioning for her to continue facing him. He bent his knees as he brought her leg around his hip and in the same motion, pushed into her, forcing a cry from her throat and grabbing the other leg, pulling her up with him as he rose.

Situated on the Medic’s hips with her back pressed against the wall, Miss Pauling was filled to the point of pure ecstasy, her inner walls squeezing around him. She let her head fall back, jaw going slack as she threw her arms around his neck. He gave a sly grin and thrust into her, his hands cupping her backside to support her. One of the advantages of having a small partner was that she was very light and it didn’t take much to hold her at all.

Gently testing her position, Miss Pauling leaned forward, squeezing with her thighs. The pressure on her clit was beyond words and a sound began to build in the back of her throat. She pleaded with her eyes for the Medic to allow her to let herself go, and he hesitated, but nodded once. Miss Pauling exhaled and pressed her lips to his finally, reveling in the soft, familiar way they melded against hers.

Slowly and with increasing speed he began to move against her, rocking his hips until he found a suitable pace. He hit the spot within her almost too easily. She felt her temperature flare white hot, and her vision seemed to slide. A long, steady moan left her lips as the Medic plunged into her again and again, his pelvis pushing at her clit with every thrust. Miss Pauling closed her eyes as she felt her entire body tense, fingers digging into the Medic’s skin.

“Aahhaaahh…Hhh…OH MEDIC!” She expelled just as the Medic gave one final thrust and emptied himself inside her.

“OH MEIN GOTT!”

The pleasure overtook her in waves, washing over her and she howled. Outside the Payload exploded and the world seemed to be convulsing with them.

Slowly everything subsided as the sensations began to ebb. Gently, he set her down, and Miss Pauling felt herself sink the moment her feet touched the floor, her knees unable to do their job. The Medic held her there for a moment before planting a soft kiss on her sweat-slicked forehead and softly lowered her to the ground. He found her panties for her, pulled on his pack, and stepped out of the shed.

Miss Pauling hadn’t even realized he’d gone until a few minutes later when her senses finally returned.  Reluctant to get up, she made herself rise, supporting her weight on a wooden crate. For only a moment, she thought of the Director.

Wherever he was, she hoped he was dead.

~

*creys because she didn’t get first*

All joking aside I really am sorry that this took forever and ever. I felt horrible for getting your hopes up and crushing them because I passed out .-. But it was also somewhat satisfying

ANYWAY. Hope you liked it!

OH MY GOD KENZIE. I-I CAN’T EVEN….
JKASDKJFHJAKLSDFHKASD
no… it was too good… you may not have been first but you win anyway because that was hot as fuck.
I LOVE KENZIE SMUT FICS AKSLDF thank you for completely ruining me ♥♥♥♥ 

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There will NEVER be a gif that shows what happened to me when I read these.

I loved ALL of them, but no. 4 had to be my favorite. HNNNNGH

I can’t tell if the tears in my eyes are from my allergies flaring up or the happiness from the OTP porn bombardment I’ve received today.