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Bloodhound stood on the dropship, eyes closed behind their mask and taking deep measured breaths. Octane jittered next to them, Caustic flipping through a notepad quietly. Their fingers twitched against their side, tightness in the muscle of their right thigh that demanded stretching, movement, something other than this forced stillness. Startled out of their psuedo-meditative state they snapped their eyes open, head tilting up to watch the commotion. Octane had become impatient at some point, slipping off to chat with the trio across from them on the ship, Mirage, Wattson, and Loba. Loba bumped shoulders with Mirage, batting her eyelashes as he undoubtedly dropped some cheesy pickup line on her. Octane was battling to keep Wattson’s attention, showing her little tricks and poking at her sides to make her giggle. They tapped a foot impatiently, turning away to look at the countdown for the ship. Four minutes until approach, not soon enough in their opinion.
“-nd. HOUND!”
They startled back to reality with Octane snatching their arm and dragging them over to the group, more of the legends mingling sporadically. Bloodhound ground their teeth, a surge of annoyance and anxiety zipping up their spine as they neared. They couldn’t keep track of the conversation, an itch in the back of their skull hard to ignore. They muttered something about wishing everyone good luck at some point, the presence of Wattson at their side like an overstimulating pillar of starlight. She was quiet, though, simply glancing up at them with a sweet smile and wide eyes.
Djöfull
They thought to themself with little heat, twitching as she leaned in toward them. She blinked slowly, murmuring some placating comment in Octane’s direction before tugging them down to whisper in their ear.
“Bonne chance. May the Allfather guide you.”
She leaned back, taking in their stunned silence with sparkling eyes and the same sweet smile before the announcements called for everyone to re-take their places. Octane dragged Bloodhound back, opening the map and launching into a discussion about where to land. Storm Point drifted into view, Bloodhound taking a moment just to breathe and collect their thoughts. Caustic pinged the map and Hound handed over Jumpmaster rights to him, whispering a small prayer as they launched into the map, that they wouldn’t end up being first blood.
By a miracle, no one else landed Mills.
Caustic trapped both buildings and Octane zipped around grabbing loot, Hound trailing behind at a leisurely pace. They stretched, trying to blink away the fogged cotton feeling of their brain. Their breath hitched in their throat and they gripped the supply bin they were standing in front of, Caustic and Octane shooting biting remarks toward each other about how to play. The game was off-tempo, Octane darting forward to engage in fights and managing to skirt back to Caustic’s traps when he got too low. Hound scanned when appropriate and ignored the looks Caustic shot them when they didn’t engage how they typically would. They tried to ignore the large man but it was difficult with his piercing gaze, especially when he narrowed it and scoffed.
“Do not let whatever is going on impede our progress.”
Hound hissed in reply and muttered about checking their left, exiting the building near Cascade and slipping into the one to the left. They crept through, checking the first floor and creeping up the second to make sure no one was there. They lowered their CAR and sighed, the relief they felt seeing the building empty flooding them as they collapsed against the wall. Sliding down to the floor they released a strangled moan, hips twitching and legs falling open as the buzzing between their legs became barely audible. They sunk into the feeling, feeling the tide pull back and launching toward release. The buzzing stopped suddenly and they choked out a cry, punching the floor and sucking in deep breaths. Their breathing cut suddenly hearing approaching footsteps and muffled voices, crawling back into a corner. The downstairs door opened and Hound heard a metallic sound, followed by the sound of…an electric fence.
They released a guttural whine, the pressure building behind their whines as they listened to Wattson ascend the stairs. She looked immaculate, barely a hair out of place or a smudge of dirt on her suit. She lowered the heavy pylon to the floor, pressing a button and bringing it to life. The whir of it lit up Hound’s nerves, made them twitch and squirm as she approached, a devilish smile on her face.
“Oh, mon amour…”
She cooed gently, bending down to cup at their face. Hound panted as she released the clasps to their mask, pulling it off followed by the goggles and knocking off their helmet. She pursed her lips, lids lowering as she swept a thumb against their lips. They licked at her thumb, an unconscious action, twitching as she slid the digit between their lips, resting it firmly against their tongue.
“So soon? We’ve barely begun, where is my big strong hunter?”
They flushed with shame as she ran a finger down their jaw and they moaned, head tilting back. She used her free hand to pull a small device from her pocket, sliding herself down onto their lap to press her full front against them. Pulling her hand free of their mouth she pulled her hood down, static electricity zapping Hound at every point of contact. Her hair was wild and messy, electrically charged as usual, and impatiently shoved back from her face as she started to unzip her suit. Hound suddenly bucked their hips so hard she almost flew off as the buzzing began once more with a vengeance, Hound sobbing out loudly as Natalie shushed them gently. She took her time, increasing and decreasing the speed, exploring into vibration patterns, and gently coaxing their lips open to spend her time luxuriously kissing and licking at their mouth. Her cherry chapstick was tacky against their skin, the smell pleasant and sweet paired with the sensation of her grinding against their thigh. They grabbed at her desperately, crying out her name weakly as their hips twitched. She pulled back, lips swollen and pupils blown wide and Hound had never felt so full of affection or lust in their life. She scooted back and shoved them on the floor, the two fighting to get their pants off as the buzzing became louder. She gasped, running a hand through the wetness soaking their thighs as they struggled to stay still. She grasped their knee, preventing it from shaking as she ran her lips down their leg, kissing gently and leaving sticky marks behind. They watched her, jaw clenched, as she circled her thumb around their clit and slid her fingers around the vibe nestled in them. She pulled it out slowly, gently shushing their sobs as they knocked their head back against the floor.
She swiped her tongue through their folds and they bucked their hips, the whirring of her pylon in the background melting their brain while she held them down. She rubbed the tip of the plug against their ass and Hound shivered violently, their cheeks aflame, as she began to work it in while sucking on their clit. They scrabbled at the floor, tears dripping from their eyes as the vibe buzzed back on, a different kind of stimulation but equally as good.
Natalie let them go and unconsciously they raised up to grab back at her, soothed by her gentle hushing and firm touch as she pressed a hand to their chest. They watched, legs spread wide as she unzipped her suit and swung her leg over their face. Catching the hint they reached up to pull her hips down, diving in tongue first and shocking a moan from her. She rolled her hips, head dropping to their stomach the moment they spread her open to dive in deeper. The feeling of warm lips between their legs and the buzzing getting stronger was nearly their undoing, clinging to the last bits of sanity and coherency they could muster to suck on her clit the way she liked as she massaged two fingers into them. She slid a third finger in and they gasped against her thigh, digging their nails into her skin, vision going white. They shook apart under her, back arched painfully while she worked them through it. She slowed, turning the vibe off and working it out of them as they lay on the floor panting. Her tongue gently trailed against them, lapping at their slick languidly while they recovered.
They blinked sluggishly and reached up for her hips, but she wiggled her way to standing instead and slipped out a pack of baby wipes from one of her many pockets to clean them up. She kissed their face gently, trailing up their jaw and over their nose and lips, Hound doing their best to track her lips and smooch her back. They slid a hand up her thigh and she grasped their wrist, sliding the palm of their hand over her core, hot and wet against their skin. They shivered feeling her lips curl into a smirk against their cheek, pressing to their ear gently.
“Later. Win for me.”
She dropped a bottle of water next to them and fixed up her suit, wiggling everything into place and pulling her hood back up. Hound listened to the sound of her popping an ult accel, the door closing, Octane yelling in the distance, and the kill feed filling in a frenzy as the zone closed. They sat up, drained the bottle, and felt clarity the likes of which they hadn’t felt in weeks.
They stood up, they pressed a few buttons on their wrist tech, and they slatra.