NSFW chapter ahead.

Some inspiration for this goes to pucca-the-tree.

A knock on Hanzo's door interrupted his meditation session. He was sitting on his knees on the floor, deep in thought, as the knocks ruined his concentration.

"Who is it?" Hanzo asked with a hint of bitterness.

"You know who, cher," Amelie's voice from the other side called out.

Hanzo's mood changed as he heard her voice. He got up off the floor and walked towards the door, pushing the button for it to slide open.

Amelie stood in the doorframe, wearing a loose-fitting dark blue tank top with orange accents and matching short shorts. Her black hair was done up in a ponytail, with sweat visibly caked into her face and other exposed skin. She looked out of breath, tired after a long day out in the sun.

"What is it Ame?" Hanzo asked.

"My back is killing me," Amelie brushed past her boyfriend, walking over to his bed and collapsing face-first.

"Long day already? It's hardly 4 yet," Hanzo pointed out.

"You're not the one who has to train annoying brats," her words came out garbled since her head was buried in his pillow.

"Is there anything you need?"

"I just want to rest," Amelie moved her head so her voice wasn't muffled

"You said your back hurt?"

"Oui. I must've aggravated some parts."

"I could give you a massage," Hanzo offered.

"Do you know how?"

"How hard can it be? And I know you like my hands on your body."

"Hmm," Amelie purred. "That is true. Alright then."

Before Hanzo could say what she should do, Amelie pulled her top over her head and dropped it to the floor. She laid down on his bed as Hanzo placed himself on top of her legs, starting off by rubbing them down.

As Hanzo looked back up towards her head, he eyed was Amelie was doing with her hands. She undid the clamp of her bra, working her shoulders so the straps would slide down her arms. The bra was tossed aside along with her top and Amelie rested her head against her folded arms, facedown.

"So, what was annoying about training today?" Hanzo asked, rubbing his palms into her shoulderblades, reaching up to her neck muscles.

"It's just some of these people, they really test my paitience," Amelie started to ramble. "Carla and Ela mean well, and they're trying their best to supervise. But I'm starting to think training snipers might not be for them. They clearly understand the fundamentals of sniping. They're just not that good at teaching it. Language might be an issue too, with random outbursts of Dutch and Khmer happening. I honestly don't know how Ana's done it all this time."

Hanzo was now focusing on just her shoulderblades, making circular motions around the slightly protruding bones. He ran his knuckles down her spine as well.

"I really don't know how other countries individual militaries work, because I don't see how some of these recruits became snipers in the first place. There was one from Guatemala, Rodrigo Maradona, whose friends with another one from Colombia, Sebastian Barros. They kept saying things about how they'd like to take their chances trying to seduce the woman formerly known as Widowmaker. In Spanish so no one else would understand."

"But you know Spanish, don't you?" Hanzo asked, rubbing the area around her ribs.

"Years spent with Gabriel and Sombra helped my basic knowledge. They thought I couldn't hear, but I understood everything they said. I believe some of the phrases they used were 'No me importaría intentar joderla' and 'Morir tratando de follarla valdría la pena.'"

"I don't understand Spanish, so enlighten me."

"They were cocky and wanted to fuck me."

"Did you say anything to them?" Hanzo replied without the slightest bit of concern in his voice.

"I told them if I ever caught them saying anything like that again about me, I'd put a bullet in their heads and have them skewered one of your arrows."

"Why'd you have to bring me into this?"

"It was all I could think of. And I figured you wanted people to know I'm taken."

"Well, thank you for thinking of me."

Hanzo moved onto her lower back, the area she claimed had the most pain. The archer was placed so he was on his knees and Amelie's legs went through the space between. His palms dug deep into her stiff muscles, which didn't move around as easily as the rest of her body.

"Hmm, Hanzo," Amelie got out, with some moaning in her voice. She clearly got some pleasure out of his hands. "Where'd you learn to give such good massages?"

"There was one place the clan members frequented that gave some of the best massages I've ever had. I'm trying my best to remember what they did."

"This wasn't one of those places where the masseuses are whores, right?"

"No, not at all. Genji would frequent one such place where the ladies gave out handjobs, but I never tried there."

"Sounds like a seedy place."

"Believe me, it was."

Amelie's hips instinctively reacted to the hands caressing her back, rolling up into Hanzo and rubbing against his crotch. He was always caught off-guard in moments like this, with how forward his girlfriend could be. But damnit if she couldn't turn him on in an instant.

"Ame, are you trying to seduce me?" Hanzo asked, keeping his hands on her lower back.

"Is it working?" Amelie replied, turning her head so her right eye could look back.

"You know it is."

"Feel free to go lower."

Hanzo's eyes went down to her buttocks, now moved back to where it was. He had the feeling she wore these tight shorts just for him, cause they seemed like something inappropriate for a training session. But who was he to complain, when his girlfriend had one of the most perfect bodies he'd ever seen? So he dragged his hands in circles along her butt cheeks, continuing to elicit more moans from Amelie.

The archer felt greedy, his hands were so close to her vagina, even though it was still covered by her shorts. He ran his right hand along the middle seam running the whole way from back to front. His fingers followed the seam between her legs to her crotch. Amelie gave off a brief audible moan as he ran his fingers over her slit. He drew them away as he heard the moan, unsure if that's what she wanted.

"I didn't say stop," Amelie complained when the sensation ended.

"Oh, you do want it?"

"Here, let me help."

Without a second thought, Amelie reached her hands to slip down her shorts and underwear so that they rested around her thighs, willingly exposing herself. It was far from the first time Hanzo had seen her butt, but goddamn if he didn't feel excited every time he saw it. Running his hands along her cheeks sent his heart racing.

"I know you want to," Amelie kept egging him on.

Hanzo dragged his right hand between her buttcheeks, running two fingers along the outside of her folds, spreading them apart, but not entering yet. He guessed the Frenchwoman was filling with anticipation, so he wanted to drag this out as long as he could.

He inserted his fingers inside her slowly, with Amelie moaning drawing out in return. She was already wet in her anticipation, making Hanzo's job all the easier. Every back and forth motion of his hand had Amelie's hips rolling back onto him

"Continuez, nous ne commençons que," Amelie said with her seductive voice.

Hanzo readjusted himself so his body could lie next to hers and his thumb could stroke her clit. His free hand ran along the length of her back, digging beneath her hair to reach her neck. Amelie didn't move her hands or head from their position, just moving her hips in rhythm with the fingers inside her.

"Plus, plus je suis si proche," Amelie called out.

Hanzo moved his fingers faster, getting a bigger reaction from his girlfriend. Moans came out at a more frequent rate, with her lower body occasionally spasming. When her orgasm finally hit, Amelie's hips stuck up in the air as she let out one drawn out moan, continuing to when he drew his fingers out of her.

Hanzo slurped the juices off of his fingers and gave one of the buttcheeks a light smack, getting a short peep from his girlfiend. Amelie pulled her underwear and shorts back up, sliding off the bed so she could retrieve her bra and shirt, starting to put them back on.

"How was that?" Hanzo asked.

"It was exactly what I needed," Amelie responded, still a bit flustered as she slid her top on.

"So you just came in wanting an orgasm?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"If you wanted that, we could've, . . . you know."

"Well I was in the mood for this right now. Didn't want to give you too much work."

"So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Have a mission briefing to go over. Some talks happening in Milan in a few days Morrison wants me to be lookout for. Shouldn't take too long. Did you have any ideas?"

"I was thinking we could go into town. Try someplace we've never been in before."

"I'd like that."