A/n: I suppose I'll start on our favorite Texan (other than Walker Texas Ranger) with a cute lil fluff!
The administrator didn't have enough money to hire cleaners for the RED base, so every month on a cease fire day, the mercenaries would do household chores to spruce things up.
Your chore was cleaning up the bathrooms, and dear God did it drain the life out of you. The worst bathroom was the one nearest to demoman's quarters. The Scot's bowels could not handle the deadly amount of alcohol he consumed on a daily basis.
You were on your last bathroom, Engie's. Indeed, you had feelings for the Texan, he too also shared these romantic views, but you both decided that in a war setting, it was not best to continue.
There wasn't really much to do, the engineer kept everything in an orderly fashion. You took this opportunity to take a well deserved nap. On top of the toilet ( it's covered by the lid).
You rest your head on the countertop beside the toilet, slowly but surely drifting into slumber.
Engie's POV
After I finish cleaning my workshop, I head to the mess hall, where I find the rest of the team tuckered out by a hard day's work. For some reason, I don't see Y/n...
I grab a beer from the fridge and plop myself on the couch. While cracking it open, I ask, "Any of y'all seen Y/n?".
Sniper was the first to reply, "Sorry mate. Haven't seen her."
"Might want to check zhe bathrooms" the Spy answers next, taking a long drag from his cigar.
I stand up and walk down the hallway towards a bathroom. I start with the one next to mine, since she started on the other side of the base.
Sure enough, I discover Y/n crash out on the toilet pants up. "Oh Y/n..." I chuckle as I scoop her up bridal style. I decide to take her to my quarters. I slowly enter the room, trying not to wake up the sleeping beauty in my arms. When I lay her down on my bed, I turn to leave her to sleep by herself.
But when I try to tip-toe out, Y/n starts to hyperventilate in her sleep. Worried, I go back and skillfully crawl behind her on my bed. I wrap my arms around her, trying to reassure her that she's safe.
The irregular breathing slows down to normal and I quietly sigh in relief. Not wanting to wake her, I peck her on the neck and start dozing off myself...
"I'm pretty sure he found her" Spy tells Sniper "they're probably rutting like pigs" he adds with a slight chuckle. "Let sleeping dogs lie, mate" the Aussie laughs.
A/n: well that was pretty good for my first time that's what she said
