Arriving sooner than anticipated, the group of heroes turned to the one in charge–Winston. The humble giant was quick to notice all eyes on fall on him and ushered out a reassuring laugh as the ragtag team of iconic faces beheld his soft gaze.
"I figured we could all use a break. We've been at this 'world-saving' business for a few good months straight. Your eyes are dulling and I can see that this fight is taking its toll on all of you. So," he opened up his arms, welcoming the world around them in, "I lied. We've no mission here. I wanted to treat you all for serving Overwatch. Your relentless actions, courageous strength, and kind hearts have earned you a few days off."
Tracer, the first to jump with excitement, zipped over to the big guy and gave him a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Twirling around, she flashed away before reappearing beside DVa, Mercy, and Pharah. "Girls," her head swiveled to the other females of the group, "it's time we get that much needed R&R day."
"I presume you've something in mind?" Pharah crossed her arms over her armored chest.
The brunette's lips curled up into a cute smirk. All at once, the women yelled out, "SPA DAY!"
The men, less excited for this mini-vacation, just shook their heads while walking off to do their own thing. Maybe they'd reconvene that night for some drinks? But that didn't seem likely. Odds of taking home a babe or gent were severely easier when you went solo. Bring the wrong wingman and you'll be quick to discover you're the wingman.
It didn't take long for the girls to get a room all to themselves at the local spa. So what if it cost a pretty penny? They wanted this. They'd been talking about it for weeks. No, months.
Sinking into the warm, bubbling water, Mei let out a soft purr. "It's no hot spring, but I think I can adapt."
"We're not all used to camping in the cold," Tracer joked.
All at once, they fell silent. Backs resting against the soft, smoothed rock walls, the pains of battle started to seep from their skin. Their core was warmed and their eyes regained their lustrous shine. They were feeling alive. They were feeling well.
The faint sound of bubbling water and the tranquil harp from the music planning in the room, were the only other sounds noteable. The air was a pleasant mix of lavender, roses, cedarwood, and some fruity scent later discovered to be lime and guava.
The room itself was gorgeous. It was a deep, earthy brown with flecks of vibrant red and gold twisted around edges and beams. The curtains, snuffing out the light, were gold in color with red lilies embroidered into them. Jet black rocks were set in piles around the room, along with clusters of red roses. There were some white lilies too, just adding a splash of light to the rather dim-colored room.
"So," one voice broke the wordless silence. "Anyone lining up a date?"
DVa was the first to flinch. The water around her spreading away, causing the others to roll their heads down to gaze in her direction.
When their gaze didn't shift, she ran a hand through her hair. "Junkrat asked me to dinner. I couldn't say no. He said the place serves nachos that sit a mile high. I love my nachos."
The others laughed, finding humor in her cheeky ways.
Mei was next. She turned to Zarya. "We're going to catch a movie tonight." Both blushed while holding their hands under the water. "Still not sure which we want to see."
"I'd prefer the one with the explosions, but if you want to watch the one about the girl finding love, I'll happily sit through that one too. So long as you're with me, I don't care which we see."
Tracer's hands clasped together as she awed at them. "You two are so cute." Mercy nodded in agreement.
Too bad that head nod set all eyes on her. Blinking, she gave her friends a rather confused look.
"What about you, Merc?" DVa moved across the tub to cozy on up next to the blonde. "Got a hot date with someone?"
Her snorting caused the others to burst into a fit of laughter. Hand moving to her blue eyes, she wiped away a tear. "Me? A date? Afraid I'm getting too old for that."
Almost on cue, her phone began to buzz.
Before she could reach her hand out to grab it, Tracer was flying from the water to look at the message.
"Ooooh, it's from…."
Her mouth hung open.
"From?" Mercy twisted her head back and up to look at Tracer.
"S-Soldier 76."
Gasps echoed around the room. Mercy, unsure why it was so shocking, turned her furrowed brows to the crew around her. "What? Why is that an issue? He texts me all the time."
"I can see this," Tracer said while scrolling through the messages.
At that point, DVa was climbing out of the water. "Holy hell," she quipped. "He sends you nudes!"
"What?!" Her face flushed red. "When!?"
DVa looked at the time stamp. "Three months ago."
"Three months ago?" Symmetra's head tilted to the side. "He only just joined Overwatch. How have you been talking to him for that long?"
Tracer didn't leave room for Mercy to speak. Instead, she read off their very first text, which was approximately four months old. "76 here. Wanted to thank you again for your help. I know I'm not part of the team so taking time out for me is probono but… well, thanks. If I can ever make it up to you… dinner, movie, walk in the park …let me know. Soldier out."
DVa decided to play the role of Mercy. "Oh it's no issue at all. You're helping us so it's the least I could do."
Tracer deflated her voice some, putting a manly edge to it. "I'm serious about that last part, doc. Just tell me what I need to do."
Right on cue, "Stop getting shot?"
The inflection in Tracer's voice hinted at sorry. "Oh…."
"Mercy!" Tracer's lip quivered, "You're breaking his heart. He wants to go out on a date with you and you just cut him off."
"No I didn't!" She said with a defiant tone, "I was just stating that he should stop getting hurt."
Pharah's hand splashed the water. Pinching her nose, she shook her head. "I think Merc needs an intervention. What's the nude text about?"
Tracer scrolled to it. "It's a picture of his very, very, very, very, very sexy abs." Her tongue wrapped over her lips. Then, she snapped to it. "Doc, help?"
"Peroxide it. Put on that ointment I gave you. Wear a wrap tonight so it doesn't stain the fabric. In the morning, rinse it. Then let it air out. Don't reapply the wrap until you're ready to actually move." DVa read.
"That all?" Tracer continued.
"Take another picture of it tomorrow night. I want to make sure it doesn't get infected."
"Will do! Winky face." Tracer covered her lips, giggling. "Oh love, he's got the hots for you. And you're oblivious to the whole thing." Turning the phone around, she showed her fellow females the lovely ab-shots 76 sent Mercy.
"Oh everyone texts me their wounds. Just look at Jesse's messages." Mercy rolled her eyes. She still didn't see how it was flirting. He wanted her medical opinion. She gave it.
"Yeah, not even the same. Jesse does things like, 'Hey Ang, how's this look. It's on my back.' And then sends you an upclose of his cut. You don't see much else but the cut." Going back to the soldier picture, she flashed it before all of them again. "He's trying to excite you. He's purposely pulling back his shots to show off more flesh."
For a moment, a red line ran over her cheeks and nose. Averting her head out of embarrassment, she tried to stammer out something but failed.
"Ooooh is someone getting flustered?" DVa teased.
"What's this?" Tracer scrolled some more. "Favorite color? Favorite flower? Arms or ass?" She stopped to look at the red-faced Mercy. "He asks you questions too?"
"I didn't know why. I assumed he was trying to get to know me. Doesn't he text you too?" Her color was returning.
"No," Pharah reached for her phone. "This is the only message he's sent me. '76 here.' And that was when he joined Overwatch 3-weeks ago."
Mei, Zarya, and the rest had the exact same message. And nothing more.
"Oh god," her hands curled around her face. "I've been so stupid. How did I not notice?! He must hate me!" Those azure orbs of hers were beginning to moisten.
"No," Tracer shook her head. "He just texted you." Turning the phone around to show the blonde, she read off the text. "Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?" A smile grew on her freckled face. "If he didn't still have an interest, he would stop asking you questions."
"Damn," Zayra chuckled. "He has a case of the Mercy Fever."
"Sooooo," DVa wasn't about to pass up the chance to pry, "do you like him?"
Again, the redness returned to her face. "Well," she nervously ran a hand through her loose blonde locks, "he does have a nice ass."
Silence came before the group fell into laughter. "Oh Ang," Tracer said while holding her gut, "you're adorable. We'll help you out. Hana," she handed the kid the phone, "You type. We'll dictate."
"Aye aye, cap. Anything to help Angie!"
Tracer paced while holding her chin. "So are you a cat or dog person?"
"Cat," she said without batting an eye. "They require low maintenance. Not to mention, they are soft." Her lips curled up and a giddy look came over her face. "Just like Soldier's hair."
"You've pet his hair?" Symmetra questioned.
"I was cleaning out the blood and couldn't stop running my hands through it. God," she flitted her lashes, "it was softer than a kitten."
Tracer shaped her hands into a gun and pointed it at DVa. "Response! Cats, low maintenance and almost as soft as your hair."
The brunette chewed her lip while feverishly typing. "Sent."
"What?!" Mercy fanned herself. If she had a shirt on, she would have tugged it away from her neck. Instead, she played nervously with the strings on her bikini. "Oh no, what if he doesn't resp–"
BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ.
All eyes fell on DVa.
"Lol, what? My hair?"
Tracer quickly quipped, "Like you could forget. Remember when I washed it for you? I almost didn't want to leave."
DVa nodded and punched in the sentences. "And now we wait," she said while taking a seat on the edge of the tub. Her toes tickled the water before flinging toward Mercy with a splash.
While the text was being sent, Pharah and Zarya had moved over to console the woman. Pharah had her arms draped around the woman while Zarya gave Mercy the support she needed.
BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ.
The sound of inhales filled the room.
"Then you should have stayed. I wouldn't have minded."
Tracer snapped her fingers. "About that payback, I think it's time you owe me."
The group waited impatiently for his response. It came.
He says, "Payback? Owe you? Doc…you know I don't have that kind of money….."
DVa grimaced. "Oops. That didn't work as well." She looked from Tracer to the others. "What should I put to save this?"
"How about that walk in the park then?"
The group parted for a moment, soaking in the fact that Mercy just rattled out the perfect response.
"What? He said a walk in his first message to me. It's free and it would be nice. I don't want to be cooped up instead on such a nice day."
"Merc," Pharah wore a sassy smirk on her face, "we're inside."
"I know. That's why I want to be outside with him."
"OH OH OH!" DVa waved the phone. "His response!" She cleared her throat. "You serious?" Her cheeks deflated as she made a farting noise. "Boo what a lame res-" Her hands started to shake. Another text came in. "7 o'clock work? Can meet by the bridge we walked over when we first arrived here?"
"EEEEEE!" DVa's shrieking caused the staff at the spa to come flooding through the door. "Eep!" She skidded back behind Tracer.
"Sorry," the brunette rubbed her head, "we were just–"
The manager wore a sly smirk. "Helping a friend land a hot date?" She wiggled her finger. She wanted the phone. "Trust me."
Mercy bit her lip. Was it worth it? Trusting this gorgeous stranger.
She nodded. DVa turned over the phone.
After what felt like a year, the phone was placed in Mercy's hands. She blinked up, bashful.
"Up to you if you want to read it," she purred while stepping away and back to the main desk in the other room.
"Wanna read it, love?" Tracer asked while shooing the others back. "We'll let it be your secr–" The phone was in her hands. "Wh-"
"You read it. All of you. Don't tell me. Just," she bit down on her tongue and closed her eyes. "You all just promise you'll tag along and make sure I don't screw this up!" she blurted out.
Tracer bridged the gap between them to embrace the woman. "Don't worry, love, the cavalry is here." She winked before giving Pharah the phone. "You read it and tell us it later. Right now, we need to pamper our Mercy up. Make her look so pretty Soldier 76 will explode."
"Heavens no," Mercy held her face. "I'd like him alive and in one piece. I'm done with explosions and dead men."
"Oh Merc," DVa chuckled, "You're so innocent. Sometimes I forget you're older than me."
Her nails were her natural peach color with white tips. Her hair was twisted back in a ponytail with the wavy fringe accenting her face. Instead of the nude shadow, she wore something a bit darker to really make her baby blues pop.
For a top, the girls had decided it best she wear a black scoop tank top that showed off the lacy edges of her white bra. They advised against a necklace, suggesting that Soldier 76 would likely buy her one at some point, if the date went well. Around her wrist was her usual medical device which also told the time as well as serve as a speaker. In her ear, a little bug to help her know just what to say if she got lost. Friends like this were hard to come by, she decided and couldn't stop thanking them as nervously walked to the rendezvous point.
The rest of her outfit was a bit much for her, but she didn't let it show. The girls put her in a pair of short white shorts. So short that the pockets were hanging out the bottom. They really showed off her legs; something the girls said would make Soldier 76 drool. She did have nice legs. Really nice legs.
Wrapped around her ankles were lithe black straps that led down to her wedge shoes. The black strap thickened and twisted around the front of her foot in an "x" pattern. Her toes, matching her fingers, were also nude with white tips.
Honestly, she looked gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.
Sucking in her breath, she whispered to herself, "Please, please, please don't make a fool of yourself." It would be nicer if he was the cheesy one, as it would help keep her nerves under wraps. She really didn't want to say or do something awkward, thus ruining everyone's hard work.
Gosh, I wonder what that last text said….
"Hey," his voice came from nowhere and literally scared her to the point of jumping out of her own skin. Holding her chest and with a flustered face, she turned around.
Polished, black shoes were hidden slightly beneath a part of long, black jeans. There were no holes in the fabric, which was nice. At least he could be clean. Around his hips was a belt with a familiar set of numbers on it–76. It made her smirk. Rolling her azure orbs up future, she couldn't help but notice that skin-tight black top he was wearing. It clung to his rippling abs in just the right way that she swooned forward. Oh, and those arms? Mmm, they were in plain view.
Without though, she stepped forward to brush her fingertips against them. The muscles tightened, inciting her further. Head tilting up, she drank in his lips.
Lips!?
It was the first time she'd ever seen them. Was he really without his mas–! He was! Well, kinda. No mask but instead a thick pair of shades that revealed no hint at the eyes beneath.
I'll take lips, she thought to herself.
Finishing out the admiring, she stopped at his white hair. Hand gliding up his arm, she went to touch it but stopped. Was that weird?
He leaned in, rubbing those soft, white spikes against her palm. It was just as soft as she remembered. No, softer.
Lips spreading, she wore a grin. Cheeks pink, she giggled nervously. "S-still just as soft," she cooed and he cracked a smile. "Why the sunglasses?" She looked around, noting the fading sunlight. In less than an hour, it would be pitch black out. How did he expect to see anything?
"Sorry, Angel," the way he said her name made her heart skip a beat, "but I'm not ready for that reveal yet." His hand found its spot on her check.
"She didn't flinch," DVa said with a grin while looking up in the direction Tracer said.
"Yeah, I saw. Operation get Mercy a date is a success so far. Let's make sure it–Oi, Pharah. Looks like a couple's coming into the park. Care to shoo them away?"
"I'm sorry, but the park is closed." She explained to the couple. Once gone, the raven smirked. "Closed because we're ensuring our friend's date has a Disney ending."
Unsure what to do, Mercy bashfully pulled her gaze off his handsome face. "You, uh," she twirled her fringe. God, she hated being like this. Whatever happened to the fierce medic that could stand all the gore in the world? She couldn't flirt with a pretty face? It was downright pathetic.
Soldier 76 didn't seem to be in a rush. He was moving at her pace, which happened to match his own.
"Come on," he said while holding out his arm.
She chewed her lip before looping her own arm through his. Then, she entangled their fingers, loving the feel of his hardened against against her softer set.
Breath held, silence overcame them. That was until she felt her heart thundering within her chest. It was so loud, she feared he would hear it.
"Cute," he cooed, hand squeezing hers.
Mercy's face instantly went red. He was holding her hand. Calling her cute. Just, just what did that text say?!
Mind wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn't feel him pull away. In a second, her body was falling forward as both frustration and shame washed over her face. She was already falling down and the date had only begun! There was no way he–
"Off," he said while catching her.
"Off?" Her brows furrowed. What on earth was he–
"The shoes. Take them off." He pointed at her ridiculous wedged heels.
"W-why?" She whispered breathlessly.
"Oh I don't know," he teased, "so you can walk. You women always think you need to wear heels. Bare toes work just fine." Releasing her hand, he bent to peel his own shoes off. "See, better."
She laughed. He was cute. He was doing this for her. Making her feel comfortable. He must have noticed how she wasn't moving. How she looked uncomfortable. And he was catering this walk around her needs, not his own advances.
Nodding, she undid the buckle and found herself falling again. These 5-inch heels were ridiculous! However did she walk here in the first place? Oh right, Tracer pulled her. Zarya carried her.
"May I?" He asked before stepping forward.
She wasn't sure what he was referring to, but she nodded anyway.
A yelp pursed her lips when her body started to glide through the air. Body folded between his sturdy arms, he carried her. She was beet red at this point. Why, why was he carrying her.
Just as soon as it began, it ended. Only now, instead of standing, she was seated on a bench.
"Can't have you falling for anyone but me," he teased.
Oh, god. He's so cute! So cheesy!
She pulled the shoes off and placed them neatly in her hand. Hopping up, she found the courage to do what was necessary. Skipping forward, she placed a quick peck on the cheek closest to her.
"Th-thanks," she blushed before skipping ahead some.
Semi-dazed, 76 stood still before taking a few quick steps forward. In one hand, he held his shoes. In the other, he held her hand. She swung it happily and he just wore a grin of amusement. She really was adorable. She always was.
"Look," he moved his hand to her head, tilting it up for her to catch the tail-end of a shooting star. "Make a wish," he whispered in her ear.
"You saw it first," she replied while batting her lashes. "You get to make the wish."
"My wish already came true."
"Guys," Tracer pouted. "I hate to admit it but… I don't think she needs us. 76 is… surprisingly good. Maybe we should give them space?"
"But but but," DVa protested.
"Agree. Let's let them figure this out. She'll do fine. Just fine, I'm sure." Pharah flew up to carry DVa back to the house. If she didn't, the little brunette would have stayed for hours.
Mercy's wide-eyed awestruck expression must have caught him off guard for his next few words weren't words at all. Finally, he collected himself.
"So, did it hurt?"
Mercy shook her head. Unsure what he was talking about. "What hurt?"
"When you fell from heaven," he purred confidently.
Hand flinging to her lips, she stifled her laugh. Oh god, he's cheesy. This can't be real. He can't be real! Unable to contain it, she broke into a couple of cute laughs. He joined in, knowing full-well that his pickup lines were awful.
Shaking her head, Mercy placed a sure hand right over his heart. "You're something else, 76."
His smile melted her heart. He was handsome. So fucking perfect.
"Come on," he whispered while taking her hand into his again. "There's something I want you to see."
Without question, she followed.
They walked down the path a good two until the appeared a some rocks that jutted out of the water. Releasing her hand, he hopped onto one. Then another. Then again, until he was on the other side seated upon a huge rock. Patting the space beside him, he invited her over.
Mercy sucked in her breath. Whelp, if he could do it. So could she.
One. She made it to the first rock. Two. She got to the second. Thr–
The cool water of the stream rushed around her, instantly soaking her rear. Sitting on the rocks beneath her, she quivered her lip. She hadn't successfully jumped to the rock. She slipped and was now sitting in the water. Shorts ruined. Hand flopped messily against her face.
Her face was red again and her ears burned. God, she was a mess. She never should have agre–
Was that… laughter?
Head swiveled to the sound to spy Soldier 76 hunched down on the rock she couldn't jump on. He was laughing. And playfully pushing her head.
"Think it's funny?" Her eyes narrowed.
"Well yeah," he teased. Though the second the words came off his mouth, he was regretting them. Mercy's arms were gripping his leg and pulling him right into the water with her.
If he wasn't laughing, he probably could have dodged it. Instead, he slipped and fumbled into the water with her.
Competitive grin on his face, he kicked water at her. "Oh now you think you're funny," he chided. "Well how about this," he splashed her with more water. "Yeah, who's tough now?"
Completely soaked now, Mercy finally called for a truce. "Okay, okay," she cried while laughing, "you win."
Raising from the stream, she looked at her wet form. Her attire left no room for guessing; everything was drawn out for Soldier 76 to gobble up. And gobbled it up he did.
Twirling her hair, she rung out the water and caught his staring. "Like what you see?" She flirted, actually proud of herself for being so clever.
His lips spasmed. He was caught red-handed. But he knew two could play at that game. So off his shirt went–quite skillfully too as the shades remained in tact.
"Oh god," she muttered while trying not to make it painfully obvious that she was enjoying that view. "You're the devil," she quipped while trying to regain composure. The cool water was helping, but not nearly enough as she wanted.
"It's a good thing you know CPR."
She froze, uncertain why he was bringing that up. "76, the water is shal–"
"Because you're taking my breath away," his grin widened so it took up his whole face.
"Oh my god," she landed a punch on his perfectly chiseled peck. "You're awful."
She punched him again, only to find herself wrapped up in his embrace. No matter how much she struggled, he still won. And, truthfully, she was glad he did.
Happily, she sighed. Head falling against his nude chest, she rolled her eyes up to meet his. "Thank you," she confessed.
"For?" He guided them backward until they were sitting on that third, flat rock.
"This." Her cheeks flared. "I… I…"
His arms tightened around her. His embrace was so warming. It felt like heaven. He felt like heaven. No, like home.
"Look," he said while pointing up toward the twilight sky that danced overhead. It was aglow with various shades of green, blue, and purple.
"The Northern Lights," she exclaimed with wide, dazzled eyes. He…he took her out of the town so they could feast upon the sky's radiant beauty. So mysterious yet glorious. Just like…
Him.
Her head fell against his chest. Smile curling up on her face, Mercy nuzzled 76. He seemed to enjoy it, for he returned the gesture.
They spent the next two hours in each others arms just drinking in the twilight dance of colors. They said nothing, but listened to the sound of each other's heart. When Mercy finally yawned, 76 decided it was time to turn in and call it a night.
Leading her back, he eventually opted to just carrying his sleepy beauty until they were finally back in the park where they met hours before.
"Again?" She rolled from his arms and bashfully tucked her hair behind her ear.
He nodded.
"Goodnight," she stepped forward to plant one final kiss on his cheek. Only, that sly fox didn't let her. Lips brushing, she drank in the moment. She almost let it deepen, becoming something more. But instead, she smacked him across the arm. "76!" she growled in amusement.
He poked out his tongue, knowing full-well that he was a bad boy.
She rolled her eyes before sighing happily. "Goodnight," she said while walking away.
"Hey aren't you forgetting something?"
Mercy's brows furrowed. "What?" Oh duh, she thought. Her shoes. He was still holding them.
Too bad that wicked, devilish grin on his face suggested otherwise. She knew exactly what was coming and couldn't stop herself from returning the grin.
"Me."
The space between their bodies no longer in existence. Lips meeting each other, 76 made sure Mercy would come crawling back. The way he kissed her caused her body to shiver and shudder–in a good way. She arched her back, pressing further into him. His hand grabbed her back, pulling her into him more.
Kiss after kiss, Mercy found herself losing this battle. There was no way she could go home alone.
"Well what are you waiting for," she nipped lightly at his ear, inviting him to stay the night.
76 grinned before putting an end to their kisses. "Next time," he cooed while gingerly stroking her jawline.
"Next time?" she moaned, the pain of not taking him home evident in her voice.
"Yeah," his breathless voice kissed her flesh, causing her to shiver. "Need to make sure you want me. Really want me."
"I do," Mercy quivered. This torture was getting out of hand. She needed this man.
"Then smile if you want to sleep with me," his lips teased hers, just gracing them and lightly nipping at them.
The grin she wore, caused him to falter. She had the upper hand now. Her lips collided with his, tenderly sharing in the passion that ignited between them moments before. It was hot and passionate, dripping with desire. Her tongue wrapped around his as his body jerked toward hers.
Mercy's back met a wall and his body lightly humped against hers. The way her hands twisted into his white hair caused his eyes to roll back. God, they weren't even in each other yet and both were ready to finish.
The sloppy, ceaseless kisses were killing him. She wanted more, which made him want more.
Her nails found their way beneath the shirt he put back on. Etching into his flesh, she moaned lightly. "I'm yours," she confessed. "Just take me."
"Angel," he was practically crying, "not tonight." His pleading caused her to whimper and pull back.
"Why?" Her voice was meek. Tears were moving into her sapphire eyes. Had she done something wrong?
"I…" he grunted before thrusting his hips into hers. "Fuck," he couldn't do this. He couldn't let her go home without him. But this wasn't how the night was supposed to end. They were to go their separate ways and keep having mini dates. Keep allowing him to build up his confidence to admit that he was Jack Morrison, the man she loved years ago.
It was all moving too fast.
Within a blink of an eye, he realized his surroundings. When? When had he escorted her home. What were they doing outside his room.
Eyes falling to the time around her wrist, he unlocked his door. It was late. 3:12AM late.
She came flying into the room after him. Shoving him, they tumbled onto the bed that sat in the middle of the hotel room Overwatch rented for the weekend.
Her body sprawled out over his. And his hands? Well they went to grab that ass that kept turning him on.
"Angel," he pleaded one last time. "Let's," her lips kissed the side of his. "Fuc-stop."
She did. His masked eyes looked down at her sad pair. "Please," he panted. "I want this right."
Rolling over, she wrapped her arms around a pillow. "Fine," she retorted with an angered undertone. Though it quickly subsided when he tenderly caressed her neck with his lips. Lining it with little, sweet kisses.
"Stay the night?"
Mercy's innocent smile returned. "Only if you promise to hold me."
"Deal," he purred before crawling into bed beside her.
Their clothes were still damp but neither cared. The day's excitement and hours of pent of sexual tension finally crippled them. Both exhausted, they fell into a deep slumber. 76′s arms wrapped around her torso as her body pinned itself against his.
When morning came, who knew what adventures these two would share….