"Goddd, I'm bloody exhausted." Lena groaned as she leaned against the wall next to her apartment door, Amélie digging in her purse for her keys. Once she found them she smiled up at the sluggish Brit and leaned over, kissing her lightly on the forehead "Well chérie, you can take a nap while I cook dinner. How does that sound?" Lena smiled wide, nodding happily at the idea of sleep. "Yes please, now open the door already love!" Amélie popped open the door and Lena pushed past her, quick walking her way back to their bedroom. The Frenchwoman gave a small laugh, shaking her head as she made her way to make something for them to eat when the Brit awoke.

As soon as Lena got to the bedroom she yanked off her pants and unclipped her bra, tossing both articles of clothing off somewhere into a corner. She dived onto the bed with a content sigh, sinking into the soft material of the mattress and pillows, pulling the blankets over her. She grabbed onto a pillow and pulled it into her body, cuddling into it before slowly dozing off.

Her dream started out alright, she was with everyone before Overwatch disbanded. Shooting the breeze with Angela and prodding fun at Winston, she was laughing and having a grand time. Just as she was in the middle of telling a joke, everything started to crumble and fall away. Their old base soon turned into a deep black void, and the floor under her soon gave way. She was now falling into this empty space, arms reaching in front of her for the last bit of building that was still above her.

Just as soon as she had started to fall she stopped, her head snapped around. Searching for anything in the darkness, a few flashes of light started to fly past her. She shook her head and held onto it with her hands, closing her eyes "No no no, not again! Please! I don't want to be here, I don't want to be lost again!" She felt her throat tighten, hot tears welling in her eyes and running down her cheeks. She let out a loud scream, "I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE!"

"Lena!" Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her name being called, she was back in her bed at home. Amélie was sitting beside her on the bed, gripping her shoulders firmly. Her eyes wide and filled with fear, they sat for a few seconds in silence. Lena's bottom lip quivered and tears streamed down her face, her hands coming up and pushing hard into her eyes. Letting out a loud whimper, her knees drawing in closer to her body.

Amélie scooped her up and pulled her into her lap, petting her head tenderly and cooing softly in her ear. "Oh chérie it's alright, I'm here. It's okay." Lena trembled with hard sobs, burying her face in her girlfriend's neck and curling her fingers into her shirt. The taller woman felt the girl's tears smear on her skin, her arms just wrapped tighter around the smaller Brit. Petting her and humming softly, rocking back and forth to sooth her.

After a few moments of this, Lena lifted her head and wiped at her eyes. Sniffling as Amélie lifted her chin up, looking up at soft golden eyes. Her face was soon peppered with tender kisses, a soft whine filling her throat as she tried to keep tears at bay. "Lena, what did you dream about?" The question just brought more tears to her eyes, she swallowed back a sob and took a breath before speaking, "I… I was lost again. E-Everything was fine at one moment, it was before Overwatch disbanded. We were all having so much fun.. Then it all fell away, a..and I was falling into a void.."

The Frenchwoman slowly combed her fingers through the girl's hair, listening to her talk about her dream. She sighed lightly and leaned down, gently pressing her lips to Lena's. She pressed back hard, gripping onto the woman's shirt tighter, trying to remind herself that this was all real. The plush feeling of her lover's lips, her soft humming, the fingers in her hair. Amélie pulled back gently, staring down at her "You're alright now ma chérie, I'm here. You're here, everything is real. You're real." She muttered as Lena let out shaky breaths, nodding and resting her forehead against the other woman's.

Amélie continued to slowly rock, running her fingers along the girl's back and tapping every few seconds to prove that Lena was actually there. They stayed like this for twenty minutes before Lena let out a deep breath and looked up at the woman she was clinging to, a small smile resting on her lips "Thank you, I.. thank you.." The taller woman gave a nod, smiling back. "Of course Lena, anything." She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, "I need to go finish dinner, if you want I can make you a cup of tea maybe? You can stay here."

Lena shook her head violently, tightening her grip on Amélie's shoulders. She looked up at her with wide eyes, "No.. please.. Don't leave me alone love." Amélie looked down at the girl in her lap, smiling gently. "Of course chérie, here.. Let me get up." Lena hesitantly climbed out of the taller woman's lap, watching as she stood and grabbed the heavy comforter. She wrapped it around the girl's shoulders before easily picking her up bridal style, "I'll just set you up on the couch. That way, I can see you and you can see me. Alright?"

The Brit nodded softly, curling up in the woman's arms as she walked out of the bedroom and back towards the living room. Once there, she was set on the couch. The taller woman leaning down and giving the girl another soft kiss on the forehead, "I'll be right back chérie." She muttered before heading into the kitchen, filling a kettle with water and placing it on the stove. Grabbing her cell phone she headed back into the living room, climbing onto the couch and patting her lap once more "Come here mon cœur. I want to know what you want on your pizza."

The smaller girl slowly climbed into the Frenchwoman's lap, snuggling into the crook of her neck. She looked up a little confused, "Pizza? I thought you said you were cooking?" Amélie nodded, wrapping an arm around Lena's shoulders and rubbing her upper arm gently "I know, but I decided that pizza would be better. Cooking would keep me away from you too long and you don't need that right now."

A wide smile grew on Lena's face, new tears on the verge of spilling from her eyes but she wiped them away with her wrists. She nodded and curled up closer to the taller woman, placing some of the comforter on top of her "Then, just cheese would be fine love."Amélie tilted her head and cupped her cheek, "Are you crying again Lena?" The Brit gave a giggle, pressing her cheek into her lover's hand "Yes? No? They aren't tears of sadness love. This just.. Means so much.."

Amélie gave a tender smile, leaning down and kissing into brunette curls. "As I said ma chérie, anything for you." She then waved her phone slightly in her hand, turning it on and unlocking it "So, you said just cheese, oui?" Lena nodded and rested her head back onto the Frenchwoman's shoulder, lying one of her hands on her stomach. "Oui.."