A nervous smile crept across his face. He realized that despite his job taking him around the world, paying well, and providing the kind of rush that Hollywood types would assert captivated men and women alike, he kept little company besides his coworkers and his family. But perhaps today that would change. His close pal, the medic, had met some other medical practitioners at a conference and got the phone number of one of his constituents after a pleasant evening of medical discussions.

They hit it off and had plenty of discourse regarding ethical (and thoroughly unethical) treatment of the teams they worked with, but at the end of the night it was obvious they shared a relationship that was something between professional and jovial. Further discussion, however, redirected to his friend the sniper. The medic revealed a loneliness, a passion to serve, and an adherence to standards not set by their employers or even comrades that led the medic to tell her about his friend and their similar situations.

He opened his notepad, and gazed upon a name and number among dozens of other names that he had crossed out. This wasn't a professional hit, but he was confident this would be a name he would metaphorically cross out by the end of the night. The encounter was sudden. They agreed to meet at a little known restaurant atop the pagoda at Suijin. The food was easy to forget, a simple table already set and devoid of even a waiter. She, however, was stunning - but not in the classical sense. He didn't expect at all to see some sort of... science fiction Valkyrie? Astronaut angel? Cosmonaut Erinyes? To say she wasn't pleasant to look at would have been a lie though. He fancied himself a connoisseur, and this little sheila would do, yes she would.

She introduced herself as "Mercy". Bugger, maybe she was as wonky as she looked? He would play along, "Sniper" was the name he gave her despite both of them knowing that wasn't his name. It didn't matter either way, they hit it off immediately, something about his crass and oxymoronic personality actually attracted her. Throws piss and talks about propriety? Somehow, it worked for her and he was glad. She babbled on and on about her coworkers, big and small, human and not. He found it especially odd how she would be willing to work with people that hated her guts for the sake of pushing a bomb, but at the end of the day, he often did the same thing, too, and for reasons even more petty.

The tone changed rapidly when they began to talk about matters of mortality. The sniper mentioned that he never really worried about his safety. His team always watched out for one another, and come what may, they would be back to do it again tomorrow. She questioned how that could be possible - if he always succeeded and his enemies always failed, how were they always back to fight the next time? He was stunned. He had always taken it for granted, assumed that the same kind of science magic that the medic used to render his mates invincible must drag them back from the gates of hell. That was when it happened.

As he sat agape for a second, momentarily off-guard by the inward consideration it took to ponder the potential of scientific immortality, she reached across the table and seized the collar of his shirt, pulling him into the most passionate kiss of his life. He briefly wondered what it was that spawned this sudden expression of lust, was it the talk of mortality? The lack of fear of it? Was he significantly more impressive a fellow than even he expected? As soon as the thought occurred to him, however, it dissolved.

The moment was too strong. He followed her lead at first, feeling the searching of her tongue, before he took charge. He pulled back from her. Her expression briefly flashed of confusion until he shoved their opulent meal off the table and began removing his vest and shirt. With a flirtatious raised eyebrow she followed suit, and before they knew it, they writhed as one upon the table. The heat overwhelmed him and soon he was engorged, body and spirit. He lingered upon her sex with a practiced tongue for long enough to tease the both of them before he brought himself to bear fully against her. "Charge me doctor." he growled playfully at her. "Now, doctor, NOW." Her moans were briefly interrupted by giggles as they grinded against one another. For what may have been one of the first times in either of their lives, business was replaced with pleasure, and they couldn't have been happier.

They had been going at it for a while, a pleasant mood beyond the act they were sharing filled the air. They shared quips about each other's performance and as they did, their understanding of one-another's ticks brought the surge of their Eros to new heights. She was leaning over one of the chairs they shared their meal at, when he found his stamina waning. He pulled out and as he considered ending the exchange, she turned to face him and guided him back to the table. "Heroes never die." She whispered, and as tacky as it was, it did the trick. He couldn't say he didn't just do the same thing not long ago. He found his second wind, and they slipped back into the ether of their unified presence. Their warm coitus was sweaty, yet soft in the deepening darkness of what was now the evening.

As he approached climax he announced the time had come. She pulled back her hair and gestured towards her face playfully. However, he pushed deep with a final nerve-shaking thrust that brought his face right next to hers and said, "Babe, when I'm hard-scoped for this long, I usually just go for the body shot", and with that, their bodies quivered in unison as he released himself within her.

+rep. Biggest imaginary friend

Good news. He actually has 1601 hours.