Yegor x Reader

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Interrupted
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The Ukrainian man looked over in another direction after hearing squealing and giggles. The person he assumed squealed was Y/N. His heart warmed at the thought, smiling.

She sported eye protection goggles tinted red with combat shoes, a short sleeved shirt with an armor packed laced in front and back.

She sharpened her knife, making her excited to enter the new battle. She was a very..very slick, speedy person. One second shes on your left-- no, right-- too late.

Y/N and Yegor were close buddies that normally did Respawn deathmatches in close quarters, like shipment.

"Hey, Y/N?" He smiled. He was wearing his eggplant colored jacket, putting his gloves on.

"Before we get flown in, i just wanted to do something." He looked around, mischievously.

"Hm?" Her heart raced, he edged closer to her, holding her chin up to his face, eyeing them.

They leaned into eachother, closing the space between them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, while his hand rested on her cheek.

They pulled away for air about to lean in for another passionate one when they heard knocking.

"Am i interrupting something?" Syd walked in, staying by the door, watching the two operators pull away from eachother, blushing embarrassingly in the process.

"N-No." Yegor stuttered out, running into another room to retrieve napkins for his now bleeding nose.

"Hmm alright.." Syd walked out with a sly grin.

Y/N closed the door and locked it, after all theyd have to knock before entering to pick them up for the plane right?

"Now where were we?" Y/N pulled Yegor closer to her, closing the space between them again.

"Just to get my adrenaline going, i wanna slash the shit out of those top crate campers." She said, leaning her body against his again, feeling his hands trail to her hips.

"Now lets not start something we cant finish, we wouldnt want to get interrupted again, would we?" She smirked.

"Right, im saving my kisses for later, Y/N." He planted a last kiss to her forehead, walking with his hand in hers as they walk to the plane.

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