Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Hahahahahahahahahahaha no more tittles

A few mature words here and there, not bad words just words 13 years old younger should not learn so yeah. Read at your own risk.

3rd person

"...And that's how the story goes," she recounted whilst stroking her figurative beard.

"I understand. It is only a matter of time before our colleagues put the pieces together."

"Until then. Hah, how come you got so jealous when I said that Medic knew?"

"Mon Dieu, jealous? Me? Hardly!" he lied.

"Aw, come on, I saw that look and tone of voice, Mister Spy. You were JEALOUS!" she teased.

"Don't lie to yourself, it's no good. Spies are never envious."

"Lying to myself? Hardly!" she said gruffly, mimicking the Spy's gravelly timbre.

"I resent that."

"No you don't!" The Spy smirked. No, he really didn't. He didn't very much mind at all.

"No, I don't."

"NO, YOU-wait, what?" she asked, a bit confused as to why he turned the tables.

"Nothing." He decided to toy with her, flicking his cigarette butt out onto the busy street. Too bad for whomever it landed on.

The Pyro opened her mouth to reply, closed it slowly, and squinted for a couple of seconds before poking his gut.

"You're toying with me, aren'cha? Blasted spook."

The Spy gave his signature French chortle. He had to admit it, this woman really did appeal to him.

Was there ever any doubt? This thought took Spy by surprise-his thoughts were usually organized and in control. He looked over at the headstrong woman next him. She looked serene, watching the bold, vibrant sun set into the vast, dark sky. And she had that smile on her face again, one of her many indescribable smiles that drew him in like no other. He'd always toyed around with women before. Quite honestly, they were attractive creatures with which he enjoyed socializing, flirting, and having sex. Not much else could they offer him.

This one, though. Funny, brainy, fiery, deadly, wow. It didn't help that he found her particularly attractive. Strong muscles, dark hair, round curves, pale, scarred skin. What others saw as flaws, he saw as beauty. This ball of fire made him feel like he was fifteen again, new at "handling" women-not the smooth-operating, handsomely roguish Casanova he thought was.

Spy pushed those thoughts out of his head. For now, he decided, it was time to enjoy the moment.

"Tell me what you're not telling me!" From the top, Crystal has been shaking, bribing and many more methods to make spy spitt everything out.