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It only took one wrong call. Both Sage and Viper found themselves completely alone, isolated from their three other teammates fighting for their lives across the map. Viper slunk through the alleyways and side areas, careful not to make any noise that would alert the enemy team to her flanking maneuver.

Sage, on the other hand, was nervous. Her movement was sloppy and she was loud enough for the both of them.

Bind was an incredibly tight battleground. Plenty of small spaces to cram yourself into and hide away for the perfect ambush. Usually, it benefited Viper and her traps, but with Sage as loud as she was, they were asking for death.

Viper held out a hand signaling Sage to stop. Slowly, Viper peeked around the corner, weapon drawn, and made sure the long hallway was clear. There were many different little areas to hide in. They weren't clear yet. From some distance away they both heard gunfire. The rest of their team needed them, and they were running out of time.

The first one to enter the hallway was Viper, her steps quicker than before. Sage took one step onto the dusty tiles, tripped, and fell flat on her face. Her gun clattered to the floor and Sage only just managed to stifle a yelp. Viper whipped around, expecting the worst, only to find Sage pouting as she attempted to nurse the bruise on her forehead.

Sage's face suddenly grew flush, and with shaky hands, reached for something that had fallen out of her robes. Much quicker than her, Viper snatched it off the floor, the object miraculously perfectly clean and dust free.

"Care to explain this?" Viper asked, her voice heavy and muffled under her mask.

Sage opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it in embarrassment.

"Answer me. Who brings something like this on a mission?" Viper held the object to Sage's face.

It was a long and black strap.

"Well, um," Sage tried to say.

Their eyes met, and when Viper expected Sage to avert her gaze, she did not.

"Please?" Was her response.

"Right now? You cannot be serious." Behind Viper's mask, her own face began to grow red.

"They'll be fine without us for another minute or two. It'll be quick." Before Viper could protest, Sage had already stuck a hand beneath her robes.

Viper knew exactly what she was doing, and turned her head out of embarrassment. She even had the nerves of steel to ignore Sage begging for attention. Relenting, Viper walked down the hallway, first making sure the area was clear, then to find one of those hiding spots. It was unbelievable that instead of using one for an ambush, she was about to use it for a quicky.

"Get in. Bend over," Viper commanded, and Sage listened obediently. She always was.

Silently, Viper put on the strap. It was one of those that didn't have much support, but it was at least quick and easy to slip on. In all of her love to tease Viper, Sage had already slipped half of her chest out of her robes. It was indecent, and a bit too much for what Viper was ready to provide. Not that she would complain. They were nice.

Sage braced herself against the wall, not shy about casting glances all across Viper's body. She never undressed, not even for a moment, and rarely removed her mask. But that was the highlight in Sage's mind. She reached below her robes and slid her pants down her thighs. It would be just enough for Viper to reach her goal.

And she wasted no time doing so.

Sage was already completely ready for her. It dawned on Viper that the reason Sage had been so nervous before wasn't due to the threat of being shot, but because she was getting herself all hot and bothered. All for Viper, too. It tugged on her cold heart, and it made it easier to take her in some random corner of an active battlefield. She would have to get back at Sage another time.

The strap went in easily, in one quick and wet motion. As soon as it did, Sage moaned. That wouldn't do, not in their situation.

One of Viper's hands wrapped around Sage's lower stomach, and with the other, she wrapped her arm around Sage's mouth. The hot hair from Sage's surprise could be felt even through Viper's skin-tight suit. It felt satisfying to hold the woman in her entirety.

"Quiet," Viper hissed into Sage's ear.

Sage's teeth dug into Viper's arm. That only caused her to thrust too hard too soon, hitting deep into Sage.

"Behave yourself."

Sage mumbled something in return, and Viper assumed it was a 'yes ma'am'. She settled into a satisfying rhythm. The sound of her hips hitting Sage's soaked backside echoed faintly in her ears. That only made her want it more. The grip her arm had on Sage only ever tightened, to the point where her face began to turn red.

That didn't matter to Viper. Over and over she thrust deep into Sage, the heat from her mouth pierced through the fabric of Viper's suit. It was almost too much to take, and Sage wasn't doing much better.

With both of her hands, Sage braced herself on the stone wall of their hidden meeting spot. Both her legs and arms wobbled. When she had asked Viper to rail her, she didn't exactly expect Viper to do so with such enthusiasm. Not that she would complain. Even if she wanted to, her face was full of Viper's arm.

In all of her experience, Sage quickly learned that Viper was always focused on the mission. She never had time to deal with the intricacies of relationships. That never stopped Sage, though. It never would either. Viper was the kind of woman that Sage could never let slip between her fingers.

The sound of the thrusting filled her ears, and Sage could even hear Viper's low grunts filtered through her mask. Oh how she craved to hear more. More. She needed more.

Deep inside her, a feeling built up. Like a pipe about to burst, the pressure mounted to the point she couldn't take it any longer. But she needed more.

Viper pulled her away from the wall, deeper onto her strap. With Sage's hands free, they moved on their own. In a small flash of turquoise, she pulled out her healing orb. Its magic light engulfed her in its soothing aura.

With a satisfied huff, the pressure had dissipated, if only temporarily.

Viper noticed it, but couldn't be bothered to comment, her mind completely engulfed in plowing Sage to completion. It felt good. It always did with Sage. Even if Viper never cared much one way or the other if she herself got off, letting Sage have her fun was more than enough. Despite that, Viper's mind wandered. It wandered to all of the things she wanted Sage to do to her. Those thoughts only served to make her hips buck faster and faster, her own grunts getting louder with each thrust.

At one point, both of their comms went off, one of their teammates spoke into the little device, but neither Sage nor Viper heard any of it. As far as they were concerned, the only thing in the world that mattered to them was each other.

Suddenly, Viper stopped her thrusting, her grip on Sage tightened.

"Shhh." Her mask was pressed right against Sage's ear. "I hear someone."

Further down the hallway, loud footsteps echoed down. Viper pushed Sage further against the wall, her face practically squished against it. The further Viper pushed Sage, the more the strap threatened to slip out.

That mounting pressure inside of Sage returned, and built up faster than before. Viper leaned back to peek around the corner of the alcove, and when she did, her hips rose as if stuck to Sage. The strap pressed against her in exactly the right place. When Viper ducked back into the alcove, the motion of the strap filling Sage back up was too much for her to bear.

"They're gone," Viper said, louder that time.

When she looked back at Sage, her face still against the wall, Viper saw the woman's eyes fluttering. In her grip, Sage squirmed, pushing herself against Viper's thighs. Viper loosened her arm's grip on Sage. The moment she did, Sage sucked in a gulp of air, but it quickly turned into a loud and pleasured moan.

"Fuck," Sage sighed, all of the tension in her body finally released. "Thanks, Sabine." Sage tried her best to wink back at Viper, but her eyes were too heavy for it to look right.

"Don't say that yet." Viper pulled out of Sage in one quick motion. "We still have a job to do." Viper unhooked the strap and handed it back to Sage, who still found it difficult to move. "Hurry up."

"You're not one for aftercare, are you? We need to work on that." Sage slipped her little secret back into her robes. No one would be the wiser.

"I would love to have aftercare," Viper picked her and Sage's weapons off the floor, "after we get out of here."

Sage stuck out her tongue. It was only another turn down the far end of the hallway before they heard gunfire again. A sudden flash of heat washed over the pair, then silence fell over Bind once more.

Viper was the first to step out onto A site, gun at the ready, followed by Sage, whose legs still wobbled when she walked.

"Oi, took you two long enough. Where the hell were you?" Phoenix held his shoulder, blood stained the fabric on his jacket.

"Making sure we weren't picked off on the way here. Why? Did we miss all of the fun?" Viper's eyes were narrow. She always had an impenetrable air of confidence, with a not so subtle hint of danger.

"Right, well, guess it all worked out then," Phoenix said, his eyes darting between the women. "Anyways, think I could get some healing, Sage?"

Sage smiled and pulled out her healing orb, which had turned a dull and lifeless shade of green.

"Oh, um, guess I'm all out," she said.

"And how the hell do you run out of healing when you didn't even see any combat?"

Sage cast a nervous look to Viper. It would just have to be one of their many, many, little secrets.