Muffling a soft gasp that somehow broke free from her lips; thoughts about how much this was all she had secretly dreamed about since she left him danced in her mind. Reaper didn't take his eyes off her, only an arm's width from her body, letting his hand rest easily on the jacket above her skin.

Unable to help herself, Sienna took a huge risk that had backfired on her last time. Hushed and whispered, her voice didn't break the moment, only added to it.

'Reyes...'

Silence continued in the tiny space between them, but not before Sienna heard a low sigh, as if exasperated.

Then, lower than the brunette thought possible to hear, his voice floated out to her again
'Don't call him back. He doesn't deserve this.'

Hearing those words Sienna's heart snapped in two, like someone had driven a blunt blade into her, and twisted it. His internal torment broke her, as if he was sharing his feelings through their contact.
Shaking herself out of it, one thing caught her attention.

Was 'this' something good or something bad?

As Sienna started to respond to his desperate words, Reaper obviously had other plans than to listen to her beguile him as he gripped her waist and pulled her in, interrupting her words.

At the same time, Sienna stifled a gasp as Reaper's claws dug deeply into her skin through her jacket. It was clear that it hadn't been intentional, but Sienna shuddered as pain rippled through her, but said nothing as her face was pressed into the chest of her enemy, one of his arms slung over her body and his head lolling back like a man who had drunk far, far too much alcohol.

Thankfully, her wildly uncontrolled emotions were pumping out so much adrenaline that not only did her heart feel like it would burst, but did something to lessen the unpleasant sensations.

Ignoring the rest of the pain as best as she could, Sienna raised both her hands to his leather-bound chest and pushed. To no surprise, the man was unnaturally heavy, and she failed miserably. Giving up on getting any more information out of Reaper, and shunting all her wildly flying emotions into a tiny corner of her mind, Sienna was reaching the end of her tether.

For God's sake, pull yourself together, and get this man out of your room before you compromise everything.

Eager to please the internal voice that was now screaming at her, Sienna leaned away from the black armour that her face had been pressed into, only for Reaper to curl his leg up and press into her thighs.

Stiffening immediately at the increased contact, a spark travelled up her spine straight to her blushing cheeks. But she wouldn't let her irregularly beating heart stop her now.
Putting a pause on bringing Gabriel Reyes back for a moment, Sienna put a worn hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly, bringing his head back to look at her.

'Hey! Don't you fall asleep on me! You can't do this here...'
Trailing off, Sienna began to realise she had no idea what to do, only for Reaper to slowly move his head to look around.

Groaning slightly, and putting another hand on his forehead, he sat up and wobbled, taking his arm off her to stabilise himself.

'Yeah, it's uncomfortable.'

Sighing in relief as the Talon member stood up, it took a sudden turn to exasperation as he turned and collapsed properly into her bed, shifting the pillow underneath his head and getting comfortable.

'Reaper... I... This is - not - what I meant.'

Throwing her hands up in the air for the millionth time that night, Sienna put one hand over her eyes; half in frustration and half to cover up her embarrassed face.

Giving up on getting him to leave, Sienna herself leaned over to pick up the water bottle again, pain pricking her wounded side.

She truly did think water would help him, but a growing part of her was still deathly curious to see under the mask. See the eyes which had looked at her for so long. See the scars she knew painted his skin... See the real face of the man she couldn't deny her love for.

Crushing the thought as it emerged, she moved to sit up next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, offering the water again.
If he doesn't drink any water he's going to have an awful hangover tomorrow... And if he ends up staying the night, my alarm in the morning is going to wake up a very, very irritable Reaper.

Shuddering at the thought, Sienna put it all on hold and turned away from the dozing man on her bed.

'It's like the tables have been turned,' the brunette murmured, remembering her days sleeping in Reaper's room back when he first kidnapped her. Looking over her shoulder back at him, she couldn't help but think about how things had all changed so much.

Something about the sentiment filled Sienna with warmth; a soft bubbling feeling that filled her lungs and hugged her heart tight. Letting the sides of her eyes crease in a quiet smile, she turned back again to focus on the pain trying to ruin her moment.

Lifting up her shirt slightly, there was more blood than she had expected. It had stopped flowing already, but the piece of clothing was damp and ruined. Even if I could get the blood out, Sienna thought, someone will definitely notice the holes from his claws.

Deciding to make the most of the situation, she wiped the blood off and cleaned herself up with a damp rag. The wounds were pretty open, however, and Sienna swept her hair out of her eyes as she pulled up the first aid kit. It had already been used a fair amount since she had arrived at the new Overwatch headquarters, especially the blister plasters and salve creams. Zarya had worked her to the bone, and her hands already showed the marks of it. One thing that she now found herself very grateful not to have used were the bandages, which she removed now, spinning them round her fingers.

It was difficult to see in the darkening room, but Sienna was loathe to turn on the lights lest she face the wrath of a not-so-sober and extremely tired assassin. Checking her side with a couple of tender probes of her fingertips, Sienna sighed and wrapped the bandage around her waist.

She would deal with this another time, she reasoned, glancing over at her bed again. Probably when I have less on my mind.

Tying the bandage and quickly pulling a spare shirt out, Sienna decided Reaper was too fast asleep to see her change. Replacing the top with another old one that she didn't mind ruining, she turned around and faced her problems.

Reaper.

Still as asleep as he had been 2 minutes ago, and now making tiny sleepy sounds, Sienna crept quietly over to the edge of the bed.

He's kind of cute when he's asleep

There was no way she was sleeping on the floor, but her other options weren't so favourable either. The bed was a small double size, but with Reaper in his full armour taking up over half of it, Sienna eyed the small space suspiciously, and eyed his claws even more suspiciously.

Patting her side cautiously, making sure the bandage was still in place, Sienna convinced herself it was worth it.

'You need the bed, Sienna. You're injured.' Soft, her voice drifted into her own ears like a devil on her shoulder. Or is that just your excuse?

'Nope. There's no other option. It'll be fine. He's so fast asleep he won't even move. It'll be fine. Just fine...'

And with one cautious step after another, Sienna found herself pulling her shoes off and slipping under the duvet, bunching it up on the side of her closest to Reaper like a barrier.

He didn't move at all as she got into the bed, but as she settled down, the brunette couldn't help but notice how deathly quiet the room was again. No breeze shifting the curtains, no footsteps on the floor, no quiet sleeping sounds from the man next to her...

Shit, did he wake up?

Mortally embarrassed, Sienna instantly pulled up the duvet around her face, only just gaining the confidence to peek over the top at Reaper after a minute of agonising silence.

'Are... Are you okay?'

It was disconcerting looking at his mask like this, not knowing whether his eyes were even open or closed. After another minute or so, Sienna reasoned that maybe he really was asleep after all, when his velvet voice met her ears again, muffled and hushed.

'I won't let her hurt you'

His honey voice trailed off at the end, and Reaper resumed his soft hums and sighs - instantly asleep again, lost in his drunken dreams.

A wetness suddenly painted Sienna's reddened cheeks, dripping down her skin and falling onto the bed beside her. Rolling to face the ceiling, her back resting heavily in the warmed sheets, Sienna pressed her hands to her face as her tears fell endlessly beside her.

As her eyes poured out their emotions, one soaked hand slowly left her face and inched over to Reaper's outstretched palm. Pressing softly into his leather coated palm with her own fingertips, the coolness was soothing to the heat of her body.

Oh Mother, Sienna cried out in her mind, her heart beating in every inch of her body. What am I going to do with myself?