The Wolf's Chains (A TF2 Oc fanfic)

Reality

Waking up in a daze Sniper looked beside him to where Wolf had been, but she wasn't there only the emptiness of his bed. Sniper groaned in frustration as he lay on his back.

'Was it all in my head?' He thought, putting his hand over his eyes.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of foot steps behind the curtain. Lifting the curtain back, his mood grew more pleasant.

"I think that'll work." Wolf mumbled as she wiped off the counter near the sink.

She had put her jeans back on and was wearing his flannel over her cropped tank top, while her coat rested on the booth seat. Sniper couldn't take his eyes off her, she looked good in his cloths.

"Oh good, you're up." Wolf turned to him with a smile, "Get dressed, then we'll talk."

Sniper reached under the bed, opened a drawer and grabbed out a light grey button up. As he buttoned it up there was a familiar smell in the air. He looked up toward the booth.

"Hope you don't mind," Wolf asked timidly, "I found a small box of teas and used one."

"Yer good," Sniper sat across the table, there was a fresh cup of coffee in his usual mug, "Oi, 'ad forgotten 'bout 'em anyhow."

Sniper slicked his hair back before putting his shades on. He looked out the blinds as he took a sip. While Wolf sat in a puddle of her own awkward silence, looking at her tea ripple as Sniper set his mug back on the table.

"About last night," Wolf's voice was slightly timid, "Does it change anything?" She stuck her thumb under the band of her fingerless gloves, as if by nervous habit.

Sniper tenses at the question, 'O' course.' He thought, as his heart seemed to pound like drums in his chest.

"I mean..." Wolf paused, recognizing how far away he seems, "Can we go back to what we were...How we were?"

Sniper just looked out the open blinds, obviously avoiding her gaze and subsequently the question.

"Why didn't we do it?" She inquired sheepishly, "Everything seemed to be going just fine, why did you want to stop?"

The slight sting of pain in her voice caught Sniper off guard. He never thought she would ever actually want to do it with him, that the only reason they almost did was because they were intoxicated.

"We weren't in the right state of mind..." Sniper muttered with an almost forced sigh.

"Bullshit." Wolf snapped with annoyance.

"No, it's the truth and you know it," He snapped back, "Last night was neva' meant to happen."

Wolf's face dropped as she processed his words. There was truth in them but also resentment, or was it denial. Sniper knew he screwed up the second those words left his mouth, he never was the best at voicing how his concerns. Sniper knew he wanted her, and had an idea that Wolf felt the same, but having their first night be high and dazed and out of repressed need...definitely wasn't right.

"If YOU want to forget last night even happened, fine...But at the least, stop trying to ack like I don't fucking exist!" Wolf threw her arms up as she slumped back against the booth and crossing them, her annoyance at how distant he was being was only growing.

"Oi just-" Sniper tried to find the right words, "Oi didn't want to screw up our work life."

"Well good job on that bullshit plan." Wolf remarked in distaste.

They both took a sip of their drinks, an unasked question still hanging in the air: "What now?"

"So what does this mean," Wolf looked up a Sniper with gentle pondering eyes, "For us, I mean...what do we have?"