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Another Friday night, another day off coming up. Engineer was tired, but not so much that he wouldn't get in a few celebratory beers for a job well done. Not too much, though. He had avoided drinking more than the occasional beer since the whole "incident" with Spy a few weeks ago, much less thinking about it.

Until recently, though, when he caught himself imagining it again. The idea of "making it up" to him. Awkard as it was, it was the only real memory he had of his past times with the man that weren't blackout drunk. Maybe he was just feeling especially licentious, maybe it was the fact he <i>knew</i> he found Spy attractive at times, but it was hard not to find himself drifting to everything that was <i>right</i> about that morning and...

God dammit, nevermind. He <i>was</i> horny.

Point being, he didn't want to be too tired, sore, or inebriated by the time they got a chance alone. The poker game in their unofficial "lounge" room had finally died down for the night, and everyone had left except for Engineer and Spy. The other merc was quiet for a while, idly adjusting at his guitar. With other things on his mind now, though, he couldn't care less whether the damn thing was tuned.

"So. Good game."

Look, give him a sec. He doesn't normally initiate stuff like this out of the blue.

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Spy locks this away in a mental folder for future observation. Y'know, just in case. He does seem to drop some tension he wasn't sure he had when Engie moves the jenga tower of cigarette ash away from the bed.

"Oh really? You must introduce us sometime."

Coy and cheeky. His eyebrow raise as Engie finally catches the present/past tense inconsistencies just drives the point home.

He pulls back just enough that he's not lying on top of Engie anymore, but they're still touching. Sometimes he likes touching.

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Touching's good. Engie likes touching. He's also an expert cuddler, which should be no surprise from a dude who's wide, hairy, and very soft. He sighs contently, keeping his arm around Spy and leaning back against the bed.

Still very comfortable, for the record.

Speaking of inconsistency - you know what? He's just going to... pretend nothing's wrong. Yep. He said all of that correctly, consistency, and 100% like a normal person.

That and, you know, Spy's already calling him out. He snorts out a laugh.

"Not on your goddamn life."

He's kidding, but he can also imagine what would happen should his mystery lady friend meet literally any one of you.

Especially Soldier, who he hasn't heard up there in a while.

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Spy chuckles at that. He figured that'd be Engie's response; they've known each other long enough for him to know not to trust Spy alone with ladies of any kind.

He starts to say something, but then there's scuffling in the vents towards the hallway, and Soldier hollers, cut off by a thud as he presumably exits the vents, "BASTARDS GOT AWAY THIS TIME! BATTEN THE HATCHES, MEN. OPERATION FOXTROT UNIFORM CHARLIE KILO!"

Spy just takes a second to let that moment pass before continuing.

"That's probably wise. I'm not sure I would be able to suppress my charm for very long."

[spah]

Nevermind, There he is.

See you, space cowboy.

"Hmh," Engineer murmurs through half-lidded eyes. Still worn from the day. Plus, you know, sex. Did he mention the bed's comfortable? "You got charm, she's got the patience of a goddamn saint. Wanna say that comes with bein' a doctor, but you've met Medic."

Technically, it's bad form to talk about someone else in bed. But Spy doesn't seem to mind.

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Operation FUCK can work without them this time.

"A doctor? So she isn't from around here, then."

Because let's face it: the smartest people in the county are either underground, banging Medic, or currently in the room. And if Spy's bothered by this, he's doing a good job hiding it. If anything, he seems genuinely intrigued.

"I would argue that's because she actually has her license - at least, I assume so."

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Technically, they already did it.

Engineer yawns, which turns into a chuckle at its tail end. He shakes his head.

"Nope, not from here. Got a license, though. So, technically, I lucked out."

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To be fair, this was a different Operation FUCK.

Spy stretches languidly as Engie talks, shifting away just so he doesn't accidentally kick him or something.

"You did. On multiple counts, I would say."

His smile's a little coy at that. There's nothing wrong with a healthy ego, right?

"Although I didn't think I'd tire you out that easily."

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Oh, no. When it comes to a healthy ego, Engie would agree. If you done it, it ain't bragging. That said, he lazily tilts his head over and quirks an eyebrow. A pause passes before a wide, wry smile spreads.

"Yup."

Hell, why wouldn't he agree?

"You ain't tired me out yet, darlin'. It's just... been a long day." That's a bad lie, especially when it's punctuated by a second yawn. "Like I said. I wanted to make up for things."

Obviously, not the only reason.

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Spy seems pleased that they're in agreement, patting Engineer's arm even as he yawns again. Luckily, he seems immune to the whole 'yawning is contagious' thing, although that probably has to do with him looking away.

"Well. I don't need to tell you how much it was appreciated."

Considering he hasn't gotten up and left.

"Like they say: thank god it's Friday, yes?"

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"I mean, sure. Y'don't need to."

Meaning: You could. Being 98% naked between the two of them probably says enough, though.

All jokes aside, Engineer decides to make himself comfortable, seeing as Spy hasn't kicked him out by now. Not that he hasn't already, what with that arm still on Spy and literally just on the cusp of dozing off.

"Thank god."

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He hears that. And he wasn't sore from the waist down, he'd consider it. But he's seen what happens when they push it. So instead he smiles coyly.

"If my word isn't enough, I'm sure I could come up with something else."

Involving invisibility because he hasn't forgotten about that.

He's not usually a cuddler in these circumstances. They're marching right into mildly unfamiliar territory. But hell, he's feeling generous, and it's not like Engie's going to get many opportunities to sleep on a bed of this quality. He chuckles quietly.

[spah]

Oh, no. Engie just wanted a compliment. An ego boost, for the ego he pretends he doesn't have sometimes. He's definitely not ready for round two.

"Oh, nah. Word's plenty. That's, uh... that's mainly what I meant, somethin' like... that."

He tries to put the words together, but his eyes are already closed, and he's now fully dozing.

Sorry, man. It's the bed.

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Finally. Spy carefully tries to untangle himself from Engie as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb him so that he can climb out of the bed.

He'll only be gone for a few minutes, folding up clothes, putting them away, retrieving the belt Engie threw across the room - just tidying up in general. It's the only thing he can think to do right now.

He doesn't do the whole... 'touching' thing very much. He'll be down for it more if he's more tired. But in the meantime, he'll grab a copy of Dapper Cadaver while he's up before laying back down with the same amount of care as when he got up.

[spah]

If Engie had anything to say about that, it doesn't matter, because he slept for a good few hours. Only a few, as he wakes up fairly early, but it's the best damn sleep he's gotten in a while.

Remind him to ask Spy where he got that mattress, because damn.

When he gets dressed and leaves, it's not really goodbye, a good night, or even a good morning. Engie didn't do the casual sex thing much himself, and though he didn't mind - anything he was used to doing the morning after (nestling up against one another, homemade breakfast, etc.) felt a little much. So it all ends in a "see you later', and the merc is off back to his own room.

It's the weekend now, and Engineer's in a damn good mood now. By the time everyone else starts stirring, there's an energetic pluck of a guitar outside.

Spy might get a kick out of the tune that follows.