For the first time since she'd killed Reaper, Reverie wasn't thinking of revenge against Talon. She wasn't thinking about what they would do or how they would escape the situation they found themselves in. If she was honest with herself she'd never really had a plan to begin with. Everything since she'd saved Lena had been her making it up as she went. But she had a future now, and that was something that couldn't be discounted.

And despite her injuries and sickness, she had Lena, the question was what was she going to do with her? Lena was looking at her curiously, suggestion in her eyes. The way that the woman could set fire to her blood was maddening and yet Reverie welcomed it. Their lips met again, Reverie kissing Lena more insistently, her fingers inching under Lena's tank top and stroking across the skin of her stomach.

"Ya can't break me, luv," Lena breathed. She tilted her head back as Reverie kissed along her neck and throat. If she wasn't propped up against the wall she probably would have slid to the ground, she was so weak-kneed. "Ya've got me at your mercy."

Pulling her head back, Reverie studied her face, a wanton expression on her own. It took Lena's breath away and her throat bobbed. "What do ya want, Reverie?"

"You." Her voice was thick and raspy. She remembered, suddenly, flesh warm under her hands and heavy breaths in her ears and a comforting presence beneath her and the music she'd created with her husband. Lena wasn't Gerard and Reverie wasn't Amelie but that didn't matter.

They could make a song of their very own.

Lena's shirt tore as Reverie pulled it off of her. The harness's glow lit up her face, and she stared at it for a moment, before lifting her hand to touch the cold metal around the core.

"Can't exactly take that part off." Lena tugged at Reverie's night shirt until the woman got the hint and lifted her hands. She freed the woman of the offending fabric and gazed adoringly at her. They were both so messed up right now but she was no longer thinking with her head but with her heart and her body and she decided getting chewed out by Angela would be worth it. "Can I touch you?"

Reverie nodded, her focus on Lena's body. Her hand moved from the cold harness to Lena's warm skin and she traced a path around Lena's left breast. "We're both products of something out of our control. But as long as I have known you, you've tried to let me have control of myself. Even when Widowmaker was trying to kill you."

She looked up at Lena's face as the British woman's hands ran down her chest. "She's still here. In my head. What if-"

"Mm there's no use in thinking about what ifs." Reverie's skin was still colder than most people, but much warmer than it had been a few days ago. She reveled in the feel of it under her palms and in the way Reverie's eyes drifted closed as Lena caressed her torso.

She was going to burn up again but this time the only relief she could feel was Lena's hands. Lena seemed to know what she was doing but she wasn't touching Reverie where she wanted to be touched most. Groaning in frustration, she grabbed Lena's wrist and pushed her hand against a breast. It only made the heat worse and she couldn't english so she fell back into her native French. "Here!"

Laughing, Lena palmed the breast and couldn't keep the cheeky grin off of her face. Reverie leaned into the touch like a woman starved and Lena gently rubbed her thumb over her nipple. She kept doing so, changing up the speed and pressure as she watched Reverie's face. She might be the one pinned to the wall, but Reverie was the one enthralled.

"Hey beautiful, I think we might want to sit down or sommat."

Reverie stepped away from the wall. She took Lena's hand and led her slowly to the bedroom. Lena followed eagerly, if a little gingerly on account of her stitches. She was surprised when Reverie pushed her onto the bed and crawled on top of her. She was delighted when Reverie's lips pressed into her pulse point and long fingers teased her breasts.

Lena rubbed her hands along Reverie's shoulders and then slid down her back as she lightly dug her fingers into Reverie's muscles. She felt a sudden puff of air against her neck before Reverie lifted her head and then sat up straight. Lena took advantage of the more comfortable position for her arms and palmed her breasts. Moving her hands down to Reverie's stomach then her thighs, she looked up at her, her breath ragged. She wanted to worship every bit of her. "Let me lead?"

Letting Lena lead would mean relinquishing control of the situation, something Reverie was reluctant to do. Amelie had almost always led in the bedroom. Widowmaker would never trust someone else enough. But she could trust Lena. She leaned down, catching Lena's lips and then rolling off of her and onto her side.

It was a little painful to sit up again, but Lena pushed the pain aside as she nudged Reverie onto her back. "Relax, luv. Lay back and let me do all the work."

She watched as Reverie closed her eyes, then smiled and stroked her cheek. Lena started with her hands, trailing light fingers along Reverie's collarbone and across her throat. She wanted to take her time, drinking the sight and feel of her, and taste her. Now that she finally had her, she didn't entirely know where to start. "Tell me to stop if you need me to."

Reverie nodded, but she was too focused on the trail of warmth that followed Lena's fingers. It was hard to breathe steadily. A hand traced the pattern of the tattoo on her arm, another stroked width-wise across her wrist. Lips brushed her shoulder, teeth nipped at her neck. She quickly lost track of anything else as Lena nibbled and licked and kissed and teased.

Laughter bubbled up inside Lena as Reverie arched underneath her. She closed her lips around her right nipple and Reverie's hand tangled in her hair and held her there demandingly. A plaintive whine reached her ears and she could feel Reverie tensing and untensing beneath her. Whenever her fingers traced patterns in her stomach, Reverie's gasps would get higher pitched and her nails would dig into Lena's scalp.

"Everything still okay?" Lena chuckled, shifting down and nuzzling her nose against Reverie's belly button.

"It burns," she rasped, before she laughed. It was a deep laugh, with a slightly hysterical edge to it as though she weren't used to feeling like this. Or at all. It felt like sensory overload for her, hot tears streaking her face and her body aching for Lena's touch. She looked down at Lena, eyes half-opened. Lena wasn't Gerard but she woke the same feelings her chest that Gerard had for Amelie.

Lena stared back, stroking the tendon from Reverie's thigh to her pelvis and then running two fingers in a slow circle. A low, guttural groan rumbled out of Reverie's mouth as her head fell back onto the pillow. There was just too much she wanted to do to and with Reverie and she only hoped they'd have a lot of time together to really explore it.

Reverie tugged lightly on Lena's hair, then tugged again a little more urgently. A huge grin spread across Lena's face. "Okay, okay I get it."

With a little oof she pulled those long legs up over her shoulders. They weren't metal, though they were still cool against Lena's back. She didn't really mind, and Reverie's fingers in her hair were getting more and more insistent. Well then, Lena thought. That'll do.