WHAT THE FUCK IS SEX POLLEN?!?!
This story is ridiculously bad and poorly written on purpose dedicated to Emily, she deserves it.
EDIT: I was informed that my fic needed a header, so here it is.
Title: We're Not Lost, Private, We're Infected with Sex Pollen.
Author: davidishot
Pairing: Winters/Nixon/Speirs(?)
Summary: The leader of Easy and his favorite intelligence officer discover sex pollen...
Rating: I have no idea.
Timeline: I have no care for timelines, but sometime before Winters was promoted to Major.
It was a lazy afternoon for the men of Easy Company when Nixon wandered into No Man's Land. He was looking for Captain Winters who is obviously in love with Doc Roe was going to check on the injured men. Nixon, being lost without Winters by his side, was moping around until Speirs threatened to kill him if he complained about missing Dick one more time. Heeding the Badass' Speir's order, Nixon found himself in the middle of a deserted war zone. All around him were strange colored flowers, and unrevealed to Nixon, he managed to kick up some pollen from the exotic plant life.
When Nixon finally found Winters, who was looking after a wounded Sergeant, he felt the sudden urge to kiss Winters, which while not unusual, Nixon was embarrassed my the large number of non-coms who would witness his desired indiscretion. Nixon, suppressing his love, went up behind Winters and looked over his shoulder, while whispering in his ear as normal.
The Sergeant had no idea what Nixon was saying to Winters, but he could tell it was something "private" due to the extreme shade of red that Winters was turning. After a few minutes of attempting to overhear the conversation Winters and Nixon left the aid station, leaving the Sergeant to guess at their discussion.
When Nixon finally got Winters back to one of the ransacked hotels that made up headquarters, he * WARNING THIS SECTION HAS BEEN REMOVED DUE TO EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN TWO FUCKING HOT SOLDIERS WHO ARE IN LOVE SO MUCH IT IS RIDICULOUS AND BECAUSE OF USE OF CLICHED SEX POLLEN OR DEATH SCREENARIO*
The next morning, after the side effects of that bizarre pollen wore off, Nixon and Winters enjoyed a warm bath. Speirs also joined them.