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"DAMMIT!"
Miss Pauling clenched her stomach as she hid against the wall, she got shot, she clenched her teeth as she reloaded her gun, she would not let this slow her down.
Soldier was there with her too. Shouting as he aimed his rocket launcher at the enemy.
Miss Pauling's hands were shaking and unsteady, she cursed at herself as she ended up dropping her bullets, every second in this fight counted and here she was struggling to even reload her gun.
Finally, she got a hold of herself, she quickly jumped out of the safety the wall provided her and went back into battle, making sure she got her job done.
After getting rid of the last man standing, Miss Pauling let out a sigh of relief as she lowered her gun, Soldier laughed and mocked the dead bodies, saying something along the lines of how they never stood a chance against a true American like him.
Miss Pauling smiled as she watched him, something about the man's behaviour amused her, but soon her attention was brought back to the ache on the side of her stomach, she groaned as she leaned her back against the wall for support. Soldier stopped talking once he noticed the assistant leaning back and the blood that was dripping onto the floor beneath her.
She held her breath as the Soldier approached her and put a hand on her torso, trying not to appear nervous, she tried to keep her gaze of anything else, but atleast the overwhelming feeling was distracting her from the pain.
Soldier frowned at the sight of her usual,once purple blouse, which was now soaked in red, he then moved his focus to her face,
"..Soldier?"
His hand slowly shifted as he went to unbutton the blood soaked blouse,
"You'll be okay, Son" He replied, not even looking at her
Miss Pauling stood as still as she could, just watching with wide eyes as every button became undone. Soldier then looked back up at her, his helmet shifted ever so slightly so she could see his eyes. They both stared for abit, before Soldier broke the heavy silence.
"Miss Pauling" He said, his tone serious, "Do you trust me?"
It took several moments before she eventually nodded, then finally found her voice again.
"Y...Yes, I trust you.. I trust you Soldier"
He nodded as he looked back down at her body, the lower left side of her stomach, the bleeding wasnt as bad anymore, but just looking at it made Miss Pauling dizzy.
She let out a gasp as she felt his thumb, gently brushing near the wound, his hands were large and calloused, his touch weirdly cold against her warm skin.
He paused as he heard her gasp, unsure whether to continue or not.
"I'm fine." She muttered, he nodded.
Slowly, his hand hovered over the bullet wound, it was then Miss Pauling knew what he was trying to do.
Miss Pauling remembered from somewhere, either something she read or what Medic told her, is to never remove a bullet by yourself, and Soldier obviously was not a surgeon.
She could've said something, she should've, but she didn't, she kept quiet as he gently poked and prodded at the wound with curiosity.
when the tip of his index finger was barely inserted, she shut her eyes and held her breath, as Soldier began to slowly sink his finger in, he looked back at her.
"Eyes on me, son" he said, she let out a sigh before opening her eyes, keep her gaze on his, he didn't look away as his finger went deeper and deeper, this made Miss Pauling blush.
"Fuck.." was all she could say as she felt him inside of her, out of all the things she had ever experienced, by far this was the weirdest.
She squirmed as she felt him digging around for the bullet, her breath shakey and her ears ringing, he let out a grunt as he put a hand on the other side of her torso, gripping her tightly, trying to keep her still.
The worse part about this is that Miss Pauling was strangely turned on, she never did have a 'normal' sex life, whatever normal even meant, let's just say she had afew experiences with the Administratior.
She then shook her head, she didn't want to think about the Administratior during something like this, or to even think this situation was even sexual, All Soldier was trying to do was get the bullet out, he was a good team mate, even though he was .. certainly crazy, he tried, Miss Pauling appreciated that and felt abit embrassed and ashamed for thinking of Soldier, her own colleague, in such a way.
That shame didn't stop her from accidently letting out a moan as a second finger entered, making Soldier jolt.
Miss Pauling was shocked at herself for letting it happen, quickly leaning forward as she began to panic.
"I am so sorry I don't know why I just did that oh my god I am-" her rambling was cut short as he looked at her, he didn't look mad, his gaze soft, something that made Miss Pauling want to get up and run away.
"Don't be sorry" he said, as he began to pull his fingers away, Miss Pauling shook her head.
"No no no. Soldier, please" she said, her tone coated in desperation, she didn't want this to end so suddenly.
He looked at her with surprise before grinning as he sunk his fingers even deeper then before, making Miss Pauling throw her head back and moan again.
The bullet Soldier was originally going to dig out was quickly forgotten as he moved his fingers back and forth, a squelching noise coming out everytime he did so.
In hindsight, Soldiers fingering was definitely making the injury worse, but in the moment, neither person cared. Miss Pauling ended up gripping onto the merc's shoulders, her tight grip barely effected the man as his pace quickened.
Tears began to form as she entered a state of overstimulation, because of all the bleeding she felt like she was going to faint, and even though she wanted Soldier to keep on going, she could feel the wound aching.
Soldier noticed her body language and quickly stopped.
"Miss Pauling.." he looked at her with concern, she looked back with teary eyes, her vision slightly blurred.
He slowly pulled his fingers out, making her whine, the wound looked even worse then before.
"I didn't even get the bullet out" Soldier muttered, feeling defeated.
Miss Pauling let out a weak chuckle.
"Its fine, I'll go see Medic, he can get it out"
Soldier nodded before looking down at the hand responsible for all this mess, his fingers coated in blood. Miss Pauling's blood.
He had the urge to lick his fingers clean right there, but not now, not yet.
"Here" he grunted as he tore off the sleeve of his uniform, and pulled her forward to wrap it around her stomach tightly, it was the least he could do.
"Thank you" she replied, her lips curling into a smile as she watched him.
He then pulled her up from the ground, letting her lean onto him as they made their way out of the building.