Drabble #34
Nov. 1st, 2008 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sagesariaPrompt: #16: Cold
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Genre: General, Romance-ish
Rating: G
Notes: Inspired by this picture. Just kind of a silly thing I came up with ^^; cute though, right?
Scout grumbled as he turned on the squeaky, worn out cot that was his bed. It was nights like this when he remembered why he hated the army; forced to spend this whole stupid war sleeping in an abandoned, unkempt underground bunker. Hardly any food, no running water, and of course right now, no insulation. They were at the mercy of the outside elements and the uncaring stone walls that made everything even colder.
Begrudgingly he straightened out, his body getting stiff from trying to stay in a fetal position. There weren’t any clocks in the room, but it must have been close to midnight. His roommate, the Heavy, was fast asleep, cuddling his precious machine gun like a teddy bear and snoring rather loudly. On the nights he could actually sleep, this wouldn’t bother Scout, but right now it was a nuisance he didn‘t want to put up with.
He sighed, getting up from the cot and throwing aside the blanket he had been huddled under. It was useless anyway; it was full of holes and smelled like old cheese. Crossing his arms over his chest he paced into the next room, hoping some physical activity would warm him up.
The faint fluorescent lights in the den flickered, the little light that filled the room vanishing and returning like a frantic strobe light. Scout could hear various snores from the other rooms, everyone else just as fast asleep as Heavy. He grumbled again, peeking into the old refrigerator to see if having something to eat would help. Nothing appetizing; all overcooked vegetables the Pyro made, and that hideous turpentine-smelling liquid the Demoman called alcohol. Closing the door he sighed again, pacing the room again as he tried to rub some warmth into his arms.
Then he noticed the couch. As old and springy and worn as it was, it was a lot more comfortable than the cots on most days. He would have considered trying to sleep there instead, but somebody else was taking up the whole thing already;
Sniper was asleep on the couch, his head resting on one armrest, and one foot on the other, the rest sprawled lazily over the cushions. Scout looked him over as he kept his arms crossed over his chest. Sniper sure looked comfortable.
…and warm.
He stopped there and shook his head. Was he really just thinking that? Was he really considering that?
He looked at Sniper again. Well, he was cold…and it wasn’t like anybody would find out. He always woke up before everyone else, and Sniper was known around the team as a heavy sleeper.
He considered for another moment, then approached the couch. Sniper still snored away as Scout sat at the very edge of the couch, if it could even be considered sitting. Trying to ignore his sudden thoughts of how cute the Australian gunman was without his hat, he slid himself over Sniper, hooking his feet around one leg so he was firmly on the couch, still holding himself up by the hands.
Sniper grunted, muttering something in a low, gruff voice. Scout froze, absolutely no idea what he would do if Sniper woke up now. He held his breath, watching and waiting.
But the older man slowly settled back down, his mouth dropping open as he snored. Scout almost exhaled a sigh of relief, but then he realized that Sniper was now resting his hand on the small of Scout’s back.
Oh jeezus, he’s a cuddler.
Color flushed to his face as he tried to figure out how to slide back off of the couch. But no way he could have moved from here would keep them both from tumbling to the floor and getting him an earful of Australian profanity. He bit his lip a moment trying to think, but gradually he started to succumb to how nice it was. Warm. Soft. If he settled down to lean on Sniper’s chest he could hear his heartbeat. Scout continued to blush when he thought again that he was kind of cute.
Slowly he relaxed, letting one arm drop off the side of the couch as he nestled onto the body under him. Resting his chin on Sniper’s chest he let his eyes fall closed and drifted off.
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Genre: General, Romance-ish
Rating: G
Notes: Inspired by this picture. Just kind of a silly thing I came up with ^^; cute though, right?
Scout grumbled as he turned on the squeaky, worn out cot that was his bed. It was nights like this when he remembered why he hated the army; forced to spend this whole stupid war sleeping in an abandoned, unkempt underground bunker. Hardly any food, no running water, and of course right now, no insulation. They were at the mercy of the outside elements and the uncaring stone walls that made everything even colder.
Begrudgingly he straightened out, his body getting stiff from trying to stay in a fetal position. There weren’t any clocks in the room, but it must have been close to midnight. His roommate, the Heavy, was fast asleep, cuddling his precious machine gun like a teddy bear and snoring rather loudly. On the nights he could actually sleep, this wouldn’t bother Scout, but right now it was a nuisance he didn‘t want to put up with.
He sighed, getting up from the cot and throwing aside the blanket he had been huddled under. It was useless anyway; it was full of holes and smelled like old cheese. Crossing his arms over his chest he paced into the next room, hoping some physical activity would warm him up.
The faint fluorescent lights in the den flickered, the little light that filled the room vanishing and returning like a frantic strobe light. Scout could hear various snores from the other rooms, everyone else just as fast asleep as Heavy. He grumbled again, peeking into the old refrigerator to see if having something to eat would help. Nothing appetizing; all overcooked vegetables the Pyro made, and that hideous turpentine-smelling liquid the Demoman called alcohol. Closing the door he sighed again, pacing the room again as he tried to rub some warmth into his arms.
Then he noticed the couch. As old and springy and worn as it was, it was a lot more comfortable than the cots on most days. He would have considered trying to sleep there instead, but somebody else was taking up the whole thing already;
Sniper was asleep on the couch, his head resting on one armrest, and one foot on the other, the rest sprawled lazily over the cushions. Scout looked him over as he kept his arms crossed over his chest. Sniper sure looked comfortable.
…and warm.
He stopped there and shook his head. Was he really just thinking that? Was he really considering that?
He looked at Sniper again. Well, he was cold…and it wasn’t like anybody would find out. He always woke up before everyone else, and Sniper was known around the team as a heavy sleeper.
He considered for another moment, then approached the couch. Sniper still snored away as Scout sat at the very edge of the couch, if it could even be considered sitting. Trying to ignore his sudden thoughts of how cute the Australian gunman was without his hat, he slid himself over Sniper, hooking his feet around one leg so he was firmly on the couch, still holding himself up by the hands.
Sniper grunted, muttering something in a low, gruff voice. Scout froze, absolutely no idea what he would do if Sniper woke up now. He held his breath, watching and waiting.
But the older man slowly settled back down, his mouth dropping open as he snored. Scout almost exhaled a sigh of relief, but then he realized that Sniper was now resting his hand on the small of Scout’s back.
Oh jeezus, he’s a cuddler.
Color flushed to his face as he tried to figure out how to slide back off of the couch. But no way he could have moved from here would keep them both from tumbling to the floor and getting him an earful of Australian profanity. He bit his lip a moment trying to think, but gradually he started to succumb to how nice it was. Warm. Soft. If he settled down to lean on Sniper’s chest he could hear his heartbeat. Scout continued to blush when he thought again that he was kind of cute.
Slowly he relaxed, letting one arm drop off the side of the couch as he nestled onto the body under him. Resting his chin on Sniper’s chest he let his eyes fall closed and drifted off.
