Widow awoke with a start, her normal snail's pace heartbeat picking up a few notches. The French woman sat up in bed, soft sheets slipping from her torso and pooling in her lap as her hand reached up and planted itself firmly on her chest. Taking a small breath as she tried to steady herself once more. She hated when she dreamt of him, a man she could only remember in her dreams. Her eyes slid shut as she tried to shake the remaining ghost of her dream away from her now alert mind, her fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt she was wearing to try to anchor herself.
A soft shuffling beside her made her eyes flutter open and her head snap quickly to where the noise originated, her conditioning making her even more alert than before. Her eyes landed on the peaceful face of the spunky Brit known as Tracer, her body calmed and a small smile landed on her purple lips. The brunette curled into a small ball and made a noise that portrayed slight discomfort, Widow looked down at her body and noticed that most of the sheets were pulled away from her.
She laughed silently and laid back down, facing Tracer as she laid the sheets back on her once more. Once that was done she wrapped an arm around the other woman's waist and pulled her close, trying to offer any kind of body heat she might give off. "Désolé ma chérie." She planted a soft kiss to the smaller woman's forehead, Tracer grumbled lazily and wrapped her arms around Widow's waist. Her eyes slowly opening, she blinked a few times before looking up at her lover.
Her eyes groggily focused on the French woman, brow furrowing as she tried to concentrate. "Amélie? What are you doing awake?" The sleepy and surly roll in Tracer's voice made Widow smile, answering back with a small purr "Just had a bad dream is all, nothing to worry about." Tracer furrowed her brow even more, her fingers slowly curling into Widow's lower back. Her head tilted slowly to the side, resting back into the pillow but curiosity remained etched on her face. Widow shifted under her gaze, she didn't like to be searched and with Tracer she felt more open than with anyone else.
Sudden but small realization lit on the Brit's face, she shifted forward and craned her neck up enough so that she could plant a chaste kiss to the French woman's lips. Widow pressed into the kiss, reveling in the new anchor that was the rough, chapped lips of her lover. Once Tracer pulled away she rested her forehead tenderly to the other woman's, one of her hands trailing up her back before slowly curling her fingers into silky purple hair. Widow took in a small breath, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms a little more firmly around Tracer's waist.
They laid tangled together for just a few seconds in silence before Tracer spoke up "I'm here for you Amélie, you know that right?" Widow let out a small chuckle, pulling her head back so she could look down at the smaller girl in her arms. Tracer's hand moving from the back of her head and resting lightly on her jaw, a thumb soothingly brushing along her cheek. Almond colored eyes focused on her golden ones, she stared back, feeling the love behind them. She gave a small nod, kissing Tracer's nose lightly "Of course I do Lena, and I won't forget that."
A smile grew on Tracer's face, giving a giggle before nuzzling into Widow's neck, her arms wrapping themselves around the woman's slim waist once more. She gave a soft kiss to the crook of Widow's neck before closing her eyes and relaxing again. "Good, now let's go back to sleep. I'm bloody exhausted."