Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Hobbay

3rd person

With that, the two split, Pyro swiftly and carefully making her way down the quiet hallway to her room. She heard Saxton's voice booming even from inside his room, shortly followed by the loud sound of a forceful punch, and rubble subsequently crumbling to the floor. She shook her head, smiled, and continued down the corridor. In front of her door, she sensed a subtle shift in the air nearby and looked around.

"Oh, come out already," she muttered with a smirk. Pyros were naturals at sensing the presence of spies. Just as she'd expected, the Spy's figure melted into view right before her eyes, revealing the man she'd spent the past week with.

"Shall we discuss the events of tonight?" she asked.

"Most definitely," he replied, following the Pyro into her room.

"Okay," she began. " So that little run-in with the press. I wasn't the only one who noticed that creep in the weird red suit and bowler hat near the back, right?"

"Also wearing a sort of mysterious backpack, older than dirt," he scoffed.

"Yeah! At first, I thought it could've been the RED Spy, but then I was like, no, that can't be him, he wears a mask, he's too young, why the fuck would he even be here, yadda yadda, you catch my drift."

"Yes, definitely a suspect. Tomorrow, at the press conference, I will spot him once again and do what I do best," he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Wow, you're going to actually be areal spy for once?"

"Believe it or not, ma chèrie, I am an actual master of espionage. It is all part of the job for me. I am simply a bit concerned as I have no background knowledge whatsoever on this character."

"You'll do fine," she assured, patting his arm. Spy gave her a quizzical look.

"For all we know, this man could be highly unstable and unpredictable. What evidence do you have to support the conclusion that I will do fine?"

"I don't have any. I'm saying it to placate you and boost your confidence. Did it work?" she said with a chuckle.

"We'll find out, won't we?"

"You-you bet," she said while yawning. It'd just hit her that it was very late and she'd had a remarkably busy day.

"Well, it is getting quite late. I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave," he replied, observant of her body language. Spy's past 24 hours were no less forgiving and he'd hoped to wake up the next morning without many repercussions of that night.

Pyro was about to say something, but quickly discarded the notion as something else she'd had in mind would be far more effective. She couldn't believe she, of all people, was actually thinking about doing things like that. She realized that the Spy must've held some feelings for her if he found her desirable enough to kiss. He must've found her attractive, at the very least.

The Pyro could only hope that the Spy wasn't playing with her feelings.

In the dark room lit only by the bright lights of the bustling city, the two gazed into each other's eyes and found themselves hopelessly lost. Pyro felt her partner's strong hands wrap around the small of her waist and she reflexively did the same. Slowly, they both moved closer and closer to one another before finally locking lips. Unlike the first two kisses that were both rushed, this one had a much different feel to it that Pyro couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps it was the setting and the conditions-this kiss was far more slow, loving, and sensual.

She realized in that moment that her partner was indeed correct. No matter how good the first two kisses had been, his sobriety correlated with the quality of said kisses. For one of the only times in her life, the hardened woman was left both breathless and speechless. They lingered quite comfortably in each other's arms for a time before Pyro remembered that she had to leave.

"I've got to go. Bonsoir," she whispered with a shy smile.

A shy smile I see? Spy thought in mild surprise. On the Pyro? I never thought I would live to see the day.

"Bonsoir, ma chèrie."

Pyro closed the door and leaned against it, putting her hands to her lips in disbelief. She'd had her first three kisses in the span of just one night. Had that really just happened? Her dreams literally came true? What would people back home say about her finally kissing someone? Was she even truly ready for these things? Better late than never, she supposed.

With that thought, the Pyro entered her room, quickly undressed, and threw herself onto her bed. She was going to give herself time in bed to let the night's events sink in, but she was asleep before she knew it. That night, however, held no strange dreams for her. The dreams she did have were pleasant, enjoyable, and oddly enough, did not include her masked mate.

"Seriously you gotta get a hobby," Crystal added shoving her sniper gun into her bag." I do have a hobby, ma chèrie" he replied." Dating blus is not a hobby and yayoi during a war is not professional," she added.