I decided that near death experiences were the only things I would ever endure in my time in Overwatch.
Be it getting shot in the stomach, dying from embarrassment or simply getting crushed by a building, I would experience them often. I may survive them, but I will always almost die.
I couldn't help but think that my luck would run out eventually.
I finally woke up after a whole month in a coma. I didn't remember much; just explosions and laughter. Crazed, insane laughter that made my spine tingle and my heart flutter.
As I knew he would be, the first face I seen when I woke up was Jamison's. He looked tired and even more unkept than before, sitting against the bare white walls in the hospital.
The tubes running down my throat prevented me from making words, but I reached for him. I could tell I was weak and barely moving my hand, but I forced my body to push further so I could touch him; to know it was him and he was okay.
I felt his hand intertwine with mine, the callouses scraping the back of my hand. He was a bit darker than me, and you could see the contrast in our skin as we held hands.
I looked up the best I could, making it a great effort to look into his eyes; his amber eyes that helped me finally wake up.
His tired eyes stared into mine. I felt his mechanical hand run up my abdomen and rest on my neck, just under my chin. He offered me a soft smile. He started to speak but was ushered out by doctors.
An hour or two later they left me; I stared at the wall in front of me. It was adorned with cards and drawings. I had a few balloons and flowers at my bedside. I smiled, the tube running down my throat halted it halfway. I attempted a sigh and laid my head back.
Within the week I was off the vent and into therapy. Another week and I was able to go home.
I hadn't seen Jamison since I woke up, which was a shame because I missed him. And, truth be told, being near him would probably heal me better than Angela ever could.
I don't know what we are; if we were anything. But I couldn't help but feel like maybe we were something.
I made my way to his room the day I got back. The sign I knocked off all those weeks ago was finally taped back up. I smiled wide and knocked, sort of tempted to take it again.
"You lookin' for that Junkboy?" I turned to the gruff voice and smiled. Jesse McCree, a real life cowboy, tipped his hat to me to offer me a greeting.
"Yeah, actually. Have you seen him?"
"'Fraid not, darlin'. He's gone on a mission. Left a few days ago," I frowned. "Really? Do you know when he'll be back?"
"Not a clue, hon. I'd check with Amari or Morrison. They'll know better than me," he tipped his hat and walked on, leaving me alone in the corridor.
The walk to the commanders quarters wasn't far from Jamie's room. It's also really close to the infirmary, which is my biggest guess as to why it's that room in particular.
I knocked on the doors and called for Athena, but had no luck. "Is everyone gone?" I asked aloud.
I walked back to my room and threw myself onto the bed. I was bored and lonely. Everyone was gone on missions or busy practicing.
I laid on my back and closed my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
"All I'm saying is, you're going." Hana pranced around my room, admiring the work I had done. It had changed a lot since my first week here at Overwatch. I've added posters and pictures, even got a little set up to play games with Hana.
"I'm not really into parties," I began, earning a look of clear distaste. The yearly Halloween get together was at the end of the week, and Hana has been begging me for the past month to go.
I wasn't really into parties, and for the past few months I haven't felt like doing anything.
Jamison Fawkes hadn't spoken to me in three months, earning me lots of heartache and anger. He's gone out of his way to stay away from me, going as far as asking Commander Morrison to keep us off the same missions.
I don't know what I had done.
"You're going, that's final. We're gonna go tonight and look for you a costume. I'm not going alone and I'm not letting you sit in here and sob away another Friday night on Junkboy."
I did spend most of my time either in the practice range, asleep or moping.
"I dunno, Hana. I'm not even sure what I should be." I rolled my head over to look at the small Korean girl.
"Trust me, okay? I have plans. I know what I'm doing. Now, get dressed. We're going shopping!" She almost squealed with delight and I just continued to lay there as she exited the room.
We took my bike into town, Hana had never ridden a motorcycle before, so it was fun to mess with her.
We went at top speeds around steep curves, even pulling a few stunts. I could barely hear her screaming over the wind rushing over us as we sped down the roads.
We finally made it into town and I walked around the various shops on the square. We looked for hours, only successfully finding one costume for Hana: a cat.
"You're just too picky, N." She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her smoothie. We were sat outside a small café, a nice fall breeze blew the fallen leaves around in circles on the pavement and side walks.
"I'm not picky, I just don't want to go," I sighed. "That, and I'm not the most confident...I don't do sexy. I do, terrifying or something." I sighed and placed the fry I had between my fingers for the past ten minutes back into my plate. I wasn't hungry.
"What do you mean? You are so attractive," Hana proclaimed.
"You have to say that because we're friends," I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms.
"No, if I didn't think so I would just be quiet." She said a quote in Korean, something along the lines of, "if you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all." I rolled my eyes and took a sip of water.
"Hana, come on, I'm not-"
Before I could continue a familiar voice popped into conversation.
"What's crackin'?" Lúcio plopped down next to us in one of the empty seats at our table. I was never more thankful for a change of subject in my life. We both greeted him and then he jumped right to the punch: "Yo, Han, I was thinking, you wanna be my date on Friday? To the party, I mean."
I watched as Hana's face lit up, turning a little pink. "Oh, Lúcio, I'd love to," she smiled, I had never seen her look so timid before. "But, I'm sorry. I promised Nikki I would be her date," I seen their smiles fade a little, and then I spoke.
"No, it's fine. You two go together...I probably won't stay long anyway." I smiled and glanced around quickly, finally landing on a costume.
"I even picked out my costume, Han." I gave her a quick smile and Lúcio spoke up again. "So, I'm thinking about going as a ball of yarn, ya know, so you can play with me?"
I rolled my eyes and listened to them talk about their outfit ideas. I let Hana drive home with Lúcio while I took the long way back home, the wind and the trees took my mind off whatever was wrong with me.
The week flew by and it was finally Friday. The halls of HQ were adorned with cobwebs and spiders, bats and ghosts. Pumpkins and cauldrons were everywhere. They really did go all out here for the holidays.
I stood in front of the mirror in my room, giving myself a once over.
I decided that a mummy is what I should be; a quick glance over at a movie poster when I was on the spot decided my fate.
Hana chose the design, and decided that anything could be sexy, as long as you put your mind to it.
So I stood, in nothing but a bra and panties, thin bandage-like fabric was wrapped around certain parts of my body.
You could see a lot of skin in this outfit, and I was entirely uncomfortable.
But I did have to admit: I did look really good.
The heels I had on gave me about six more inches, giving me quite a figure. The fabric carved out my curves, making me even more hourglass than normal. My makeup was sultry, and my hair was what Hana referred to as "sex hair." I felt incredibly nervous to see everyone dressed like this.
I finally made my way to the mess hall, the only room big enough to hold such a gathering and serve us food.
I ran into quite a few people dressed in cute costumes. Ana and Torbjörn were pirates, Dr. Ziegler was a witch. Commander Morrison, who I was quite shocked to see participating in the festivities, was dressed as a serial killer. I smiled and laughed and took pictures with everyone, even the old commander agreed to have a photo taken.
The room was full, all sorts of ghouls and monsters, mermaids and characters from comics and books. The machines filled the room with a thick fog. All sorts of games were going on, bobbing for apples and people getting pied in the face. The festivities cheered me up, but I still felt sad and angry.
I had searched the room all night for one person in particular, and finally I found him.
He stood upright, for once, at his normal 6'6" stature; he still dwarfed me even when I had six inch heels on to give me a boost. His hair was wild, painted a bright white and was crazier than ever, goggles sat across his forehead. You could tell he hadn't shaved, a nice five-o-clock shadow made him look even more attractive. He wore a lab coat, and one long rubber glove running to his elbow on his flesh hand. He even went as far as to change his mechanical leg and arm for his attire. He stood next to Roadhog, painted green, covered in "stitching." Clearly a take on Frankenstein.
The two were talking to Hana and Lúcio, who changed their outfits completely in the last week. Hana was a bunny and Lúcio had become a hunter. I seized this opportunity to make him talk to me.
"Oh, hey, here comes one sexy mummy!" Hana called over the music, Lúcio whistled at me and I could feel my body blush all over. Jamison looked at me, I could see his eyes widen and jaw drop a little; he quickly closed his mouth and turned to face Hana.
"Dr. Junkenstein, I think you could reanimate her real easy," Hana giggled and elbowed him.
He looked at me and bit his lip, then he finally spoke: "I think I'm gonna go get something to drink." And he left.
I stood there watching him walk away and I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped. I took off walking, leaving the group behind.
I followed behind him, getting knocked around a little as I passed the dance floor. For someone with one leg he moved with grace across the room.
I finally got out into the hallway, black shrouded the usually white walls and black light illuminated the walkway.
Jamison walked ahead and turned and enter the maze; the maze was full of wrong turns and dead ends. It was almost completely pitch black except for a few candles to light the way. I hurried after him.
"Hey!" I called out, but he kept walking. "Hey!" I watched as he turned a corner. I let out an aggravated sigh and hurriedly went around the corner.
This end of the corridor was even darker, dim candles stood in the place of the lights. I called out to him again as I watched him hobble him down the the hall.
Somehow I managed to lose him, he got away in the maze. "That bastard," I hissed and kept walking, trying to find him or, at the very least, my way out of the maze.
After about ten minutes, I had given up. About to call out for help, hopefully I could be heard over the music. I bumped into something or someone, almost screaming.
I looked up when I felt hands on my arms steadying me.
Jamison Fawkes stood in front of me, I watched him turn and face me with defeat, a small grin across his face. He had clearly ran into a dead end, which is why we ran into each other. I jerked out of his grasp and pushed him back.
"You may have a lot of disabilities, but I know for a fact being deaf isn't one. What is your problem?" I demanded, stepping to the side when he tried to walk by me.
Seeing him struggle to try and get away from me hurt my feelings, it made my chest ache a little. But my anger won over my sadness, and I stood firmly as her tried to push past.
"Bird, listen..." He began as he tried to get past me. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back in front of me, he stumbled a little and fell back into a corner and I got in front of him. If he wanted to get away, he was going to have to fight me.
"No, you listen," I got up in his face as much as possible. "You have blown me off ever since I woke up. You have ignored me and you have taken all measures to avoid me. Why? What have I done?"
He looked down and tried to speak, but I couldn't let him talk.
"No, Jamison, no. You cannot treat me how you treated me, say the things you said to me, make me feel how you made me feel, and do me this way. You literally told me I was 'yours' which, by the way, you never gave me any clarification on what the fuck you meant, and now you're ignoring me? What did I do?"
I was yelling, getting up in his face. He glanced down at me, his eyes were dark like they were that day in King's Row. His jaw was tense and seeing him like that did something to me. Like that day before all this mess started.
We locked eyes for a few seconds and then his arms were on me, spinning me around and pushing me into the corner.
His body pressed against mine, his weight felt nice against my bones as he pushed into me.
Suddenly his mouth was on mine; his lips were softer than I had ever expected, a nice contrast from his beard which scratched against my soft skin.
His hands ran up around my neck and into my hair, tugging my head back. I parted my lips with a moan and moaned into his mouth, earning a sigh in return.
He moved his hands from my hair and down onto my breasts, rubbing them gently. His mechanical hand was cold against my skin, causing me to arch up into him. His mouth traveled from my lips to my neck; he sucked and kissed his way down to my collar bone.
"Jamison," I spoke his name breathlessly as his hands continued to search my body.
I shouldn't be letting this happen. I should stop him and make him tell me what his deal was. But I couldn't; I couldn't stop how good this felt or what my body wanted. I needed him to touch me.
I had my hands around his neck, only moving them when he moved his mouth down my body. I carved my nails into his back through his lab jacket, then hurriedly moved to unbutton it.
As I moved my hands down his bare chest, I felt just how toned he was. I could feel his muscles under my fingertips as I moved further down. He stopped me with a hand around my throat and slamming me into the wall, getting another moan out of me.
I moved my hands back up to his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. I pushed up into him hungrily, and I could feel how hard he was through his jeans.
I ran one hand down his body, keeping the other around his neck to help me hold myself up. I traced my hands delicately over his shaft, causing him to bury his face into my neck. His breath as he moaned into my ear ran across my skin and drove me insane.
"Jamie, Jamie," I managed to get out between heavy breathing and kisses.
"Yes, love?" He sighed and rested his forehead on mine. I couldn't think straight. I needed him, I didn't want him to stop touching me.
"Don't stop," I whispered and at my command he continued.
The light touches of the fabric being unwound from my body added extra sensation, his finger tips grazed my skin and shocked me with electricity; soon I was in nothing but the pale white bra and lace panties and heels, the only bit of my costume that remained in tact other than a few traces of the fabric around my wrists.
"You sure are one lovely sight, babe," he grabbed my chin with his mechanical hand a little tighter than expected as his flesh hand ran down my body and stopping at the small bow at the top of my panties.
I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I felt him pull them down slightly, and finally off completely as they fell around my ankles. We were right here in the open, anyone could walk up at any moment; but that just added to the thrill.
His fingers circled my clit, the pressure he applied was just enough to earn a moan as soon as he touched me. He giggled as he moved down further, almost going inside of me.
"Oh, you're so wet, 'darl. Why's that? That for me?" I nodded, keeping my eyes closed feeling him explore my body.
He moved and I couldn't feel him anymore, I started to say something in protest but he slammed his mouth against mine and grabbed my hands. He pulled away, giving me a 'shh' with a devilish grin as he grabbed a discarded piece of my costume from the floor and attached them to the fabric still around my wrists.
He tied them tightly, mimicking handcuffs and dropped to his knees.
"Hold still," he whispered and kissed my abdomen. My knees were going weak already, and I knew exactly where this was heading.
Jamison kissed his way down to my thighs, and over again, kissing me lightly. Without hesitation he slid his tongue over my clit, causing me to moan. I could feel him smile into me, vibration from his giggles made me moan even more, and he put his mouth on me completely.
His warm breath felt amazing as he licked up my entirety, his fingers finally making an appearance like I had hoped.
Jamison had strong, calloused and clearly experienced hands, and his fingers felt incredible as they moved in and out of me, his mouth never leaving.
He moved faster and harder at my request; I didn't care how loud I was or if anyone found us. This is what I needed.
I could hear him mumbling, feel his words against me. I grabbed his hair and pulled, making him continue. I was so close, I felt like I was going to burst.
"Jamie," I moaned. I felt my legs give out, his hands moving from inside of me to my thighs, moving them around his neck as I came, my back propped against the wall.
After I had finished he moved so I could put my feet on the ground, he grabbed my wrists and kissed my hands, then me.
"You taste pretty good, pet," he licked his lips and it made me feel ready to go again. I grabbed his face with my hands and pulled him down to me to kiss me.
I ran my hands down his torso, undoing his jeans the best I could with my hands tied together, and slowly pulled them down.
His cock was hard and sprung out after I moved his boxers; he moaned as I grabbed him and moved my hands up and down him, his precum helping me move my hands with ease.
I started to move a little faster until he jerked my hands away. "Oh, just a second, love." He places his hands firmly on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees.
"Suck my cock, pet." He brushed my hair back gently. How he spoke to me and how forceful he was putting me on my knees did something to me.
Without hesitation I grabbed his shaft with my tied up hands and placed him in my mouth. He moaned and leaned back against the wall, keeping his hands entangled in my hair. He moved my head as he pleased, moaning my name as he slid to the back of my throat.
"Your mouth is better for something other than runnin', yeah?" He moaned and ran his thumb down my cheek as I sucked on his cock. "Yeah, petal. Go on," And he threw his head back again.
I felt his hands shaking in my hair, he was no longer giggling, just panting and moaning my name over and over, and suddenly he pulled himself out of my mouth.
He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to stand and grabbed my waist, pulling me to him, putting his mouth on my ear. "Bombs aren't the only thing I can make explode," he whispered through crazed giggles.
"I'm going to make you explode all over my cock, love. I'm going to fuck you until I cum deep inside your belly," he grabbed my throat with his flesh hand and grabbed my thigh with his mechanical one, pulling me up and propping me against the wall.
With no warning I felt him slide inside of me, filling me up perfectly. We both moaned as I felt him slide inside me.
He began to move in and out me. His cock felt so good inside of me, hitting my walls and making me moan out his name. he kept my back against the wall as support, placing both his hands on either side of me as he fucked me against the wall.
He grabbed the lace of my bra and ripped it, causing my breasts to spill out. He took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked, occasionally biting and tugging lightly.
I dug my nails into his back and began to move myself on his dick.
He spoke breathlessly between moans. "Yeah. Love. Fuck. Oh," He moaned even louder and began to thrust into me harder.
I felt pressure building up again, from my clit and from inside of me.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, love. Are you gonna cum on me? Are you gonna explode?"
And I did. I felt myself letting go, nearly screaming his name. He slammed his mouth onto mine to quiet me, but we both were moaning loudly. I could feel him twitching inside me as he came; my legs were weak as he set me down. I leaned against the wall panting, extremely exhausted.
Junkrat adjusted himself and handed me his lab coat, covering my now totally naked frame. He scooped me up and walked me to his room.
He laid me down in his bed and covered us both up. "Come here, love." He pulled me over onto his chest and kissed my head repeatedly.
I soon fell asleep, listening to his breathing. His heart beat reminded me of so many things. Rain, explosions. It lulled me to sleep.
My dreams consisted of ashes and amber, lots of warmth and sunshine.
*Author's Note*
So, what did you think? Sorry if it's bad! I've never written a sex scene before! I wanted to do something a little special for Halloween because Halloween is my Christmas and getting frisky is a wonderful gift. Happy Halloween!