Just a warning for you all! The following chapter is NSFW so read with care! :)

It might have been the early evening, but that didn't stop Pilar and the Junkers from being nestled together in a heap in the Spanish countryside.

As predicted, it took a little under a day to get from their last hiding spot to the border of Gibraltar, and from their hilltop, they could see the town below, the lights of the buildings steadily twinkling into existence at the setting of the sun. Even from their point, they could see the Rock of Gibraltar, the enormous, stone monolith bordering the southern shore, and where the Watchpoint and Pilar's mother–among those who answered Overwatch's call–likely would be. It wouldn't take long to get there, as Gibraltar was not large, and the towns surrounding would likely see any sort of trouble if Overwatch or the Junkers tried causing a stir if nothing went according to plan. Still, it was near, and their goal was almost reached, but it was still enough to have Pilar's heart racing at the very thought of it.

Wrapped beneath a blanket, and nearly sweating because of the heat radiating from Roadhog, Pilar forced herself up, poking her head over Roadhogs massive belly. It was quite feat; not only had she been smushed between both men, but Junkrat had his limbs wrapped so tightly around her that it was a wonder how she could have even gotten out in the first place. Still, as she slowly eased her legs from their prison, Pilar was careful not to wake either. It had been a long journey from Salamanca to Gibraltar. Sure, it could have easily taken less than the week that they had taken the trip in, but in Pilar's desire to spend more time with the boys, as well as navigate around cities and show them landmarks of her country, they'd managed to draw it out a week, rather than a day. Still, they were there now, and it wouldn't be long before they'd be in the fray of things once again.

Throwing her blanket over Junkrat, who grunted loudly as he rolled onto his back, arm outstretched and mouth hanging open unattractively, Pilar grinned slightly to herself, slowly sauntering to the edge of the hilltop on which they camped, overlooking the towns below. The nervous sensation in the pit of her stomach had yet to calm itself since the week before, and a sigh fell from her lips as she ran both hands through her long, dark hair, clenching her fingers within in it, tugging slightly in frustration. She had a bad feeling about this, but there was no way she'd be able to transfer the information Trueno had given to her without handing the arm directly over. She couldn't contact Maria, hook what remained of her old limb up to a device without being traced, nor sneak in and out without detection. She knew how Overwatch operated, and she was certain that it wasn't about to change.

She sighed again. Pilar missed the enormous figure of the omnic bull beside her, easing her mind when she thought it impossible. He was, after all, her closest friend since venturing on her own after Overwatch's disbanding. They'd been through so much together, and to know that her own shenanigans had gotten him into the predicament he was in now, well, she might not have shown it, but it was a tremendous guilt that weighed heavily on her shoulders, no matter what anyone said.

Her hand absentmindedly traced over the engraving on the new arm, bringing the slightest comfort to her. It was a sweet gesture that Junkrat had included it in his gift, and it did ease her, knowing that he had taken a bit of extra time to add the personal touch. Maybe, if she got the chance, she would paint it, so it showed more brightly to those around her. To remind them that she was dangerous, and her friends, more so. Still, as she continued to trace the emblem, she shook her head in near disbelief, reflecting on how the hell she had gotten to this point, anyway.

All she wanted to do was to get the police on the Junker's tail, to help them lock away these maniacs that caused destruction in their wake. They were criminals, mindless, emotionless, hard and cold to the world around them, right? Right? They'd be easy to take in; they left a trail of destruction in their wake, so it shouldn't be too hard to track them, wouldn't it? Of course, an attempt on her life–which she learned to be her own father–had thrown her plans completely out of whack, and rather than fighting them, she'd become allies with the junkers over a common enemy. Allies, to friends, to lov–

"Nervous, mate?"

Pilar nearly jumped out of her skin, spinning around as quickly as she could, only to find herself face-to-face with Junkrat. He crouched behind her, eyes fixed on the town below, just as she had been a moment before. It took a moment before her heart slowed enough to lower her fists, and with a sigh, she slumped forward, head resting on his shoulder, hair draped in a way that covered her face from view.

"Is it that obvious?" she mumbled.

A soft chuckle escaped him, hand flopping onto her back, rubbing it gently. "Ya've been jumpier than me fer the last week, Caterpillar, and that's sayin' somethin'."

While she knew he was right, that didn't stop her from punching his chest playfully before drawing back, looking wearily at the town again. It seemed so quiet, so peaceful, and they had no idea that in just hours, there'd be one hell of a commotion that might cause some unrest not far from them. She shook her head slowly, closing her eyes before she bowed it, brows knitting together in frustration, stress, panic. There wasn't much they could do, now; the end was nigh upon them, but Pilar was determined to make it as worthwhile as possible.

"Relaaaaax," groaned Junkrat, a hand resting on either of her shoulders as he shook her gently. "Ya stress to much about this shit, luv. We're not gonna go down without a fight!"

Her eyes flickered to his, and a half-hearted grin lifted her features at the sight of his own lopsided smile, yellow eyes ablaze. Slowly, she lifted her hands to settle on either side of his thin face, and though he flinched slightly, it was only a second later that he relaxed, closing his eyes lazily, happily, like a puppy being praised.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, pressing her brow to his. She could hear a small, childish giggle escape him, and her smile could only brighten, knowing that it was her that caused him to do so. After a moment, her hands fell from his face, only for her to throw her arms around his shoulders, face burying in his neck as she enveloped him in a tight hung, standing as high on her toes as she possibly could. Seconds later, he'd returned the gesture, lifting her clear of the ground as easily as if she were a doll, and her legs wrapped around his waist, holding on for dear life, as though the moment she let go, she'd be dragged away forever.

"Dunno why yer thankin' me, but I'll take it," he chuckled, shivering slightly as he felt her nose drag lightly along his neck. "Anythin' fer my favorite Spanish lady, eh."

Pilar snorted, and she continued to nuzzle her face against his neck, and Junkrat shook his head, as though tickled by her playfulness. "I better be your favorite lady."

"Jus' said that, didn't I?" he exclaimed, though Pilar could only giggle as she shifted herself, looking at his face with mock innocence.

"You said Spanish lady, Jamison. There are more than just Spanish ladies in the world, you know."

"No shit?" he replied, as though met with a sudden epiphany. "Well, I must've been under a rock me whole life, eh?" Pilar could only burst out laughing at his cheeky remark. After a moment–and Pilar pressing her lips to the tip of his long nose–she unlatched her legs from his waist, sliding back to the ground gracefully, patting his chest lightly before turning her eyes back to the Rock of Gibraltar.

"What do you think's going to happen?" she asked softly, feeling him drape himself over her shoulders as usual, his bony cheek pressed against hers. Unconsciously, her hands raised to hang onto his arm, leaning heavily against him as she felt the cool, night air rush past her skin. The smell of the ocean pervaded her nostrils, and her eyes fluttered shut as she allowed herself to take in the calm of the evening.

Junkrat laughed, his typical, maniacal cackle, before pushing his way past Pilar and stood at the very edge of the hilltop. He spun on his heel, arm outstretched back toward the Rock of Gibraltar, lips lifted in a crazed smile, eyes burning dangerously, excitedly.

"We're gonna wreck shit, Pilar. Toss that arm of yers t' them and get the hell out of there. Not before having a bit of fun, of course." Pilar eyed him skeptically, though her lips were curved in a smirk, and she launched herself toward him, feeling a bit better, though not completely settled.

"Just promise you won't hurt my mother," she replied, catching him by the hand, and before she knew it, he had twirled her under his arm, to which Pilar responded in kind, her hair whipping about her face.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" he chuckled. "Wouldn't dare hurt a hair on yer mum's head. Yer dad, though. He might be a different story…"

Her expression darkened for a moment, even as she continued to twirl about, holding onto his hand which hovered just above her head. She shook it off, however; Pilar couldn't waste this time on negativity, and nothing good would come out of it if she did. So when she slowed her dance, twisting her hand out of his, she could only grab him by the shoulders, forcing him down to her level, before planting a rough kiss upon his lips. He nearly lost his balance, surprised as he was by what Pilar did, but a few seconds later, and a few steps forward, he'd managed to keep himself upright–only moments before Pilar fell backwards onto the ground, purposely dragging him along with her.

She landed roughly, and Junkrat's knees fell on either side of her as he threw his hands out, keeping himself from crushing her beneath his weight. He grunted, surprised by her, yet again, and Pilar could only giggle as she continued to plant small kisses against his chin in jaw, utterly bewildering him. She could tell that he wasn't used to this sort of thing, and while she was gentle with it, she was very aware of his body language, careful not to push it too far. Having caught his balance, he raised his hand to her waist, where it hovered awkwardly, inches away, tentative and unsure. Pilar, having noticed, led his hand to rest right above her hip, helping him ease into it before pressing her lips to his neck. She could feel him shudder beneath her touch, and after a few moments, she drew away, concern flickering across her features at his uneasy expression.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, tracing her fingers across his jaw. "I shouldn't have–"

"No!" he exclaimed loudly, voice echoing around them, sudden enough to cause Pilar to jump beneath him. "Nah, it's nothin' like that. Sorry, I'm–" His face scrunched, having difficulties in finding the right words. Shifting, he sat on his knees, features switching to confused, to panicked, and back to confused again as Pilar watched him, becoming confused herself as she struggled to figure out what was going on. His eyes though, they conveyed a longing she'd not yet seen from him, an innocence that had anyone else seen it, they would have believed it a ruse. But it was genuine, that much she knew.

"Hold on." Without another word, he'd sprung up, dashing back to where they had napped, and stolen a blanket or two from the heap–which now somehow all covered Roadhog–and hurried back. Luckily for them, they were still quite a ways from their makeshift camp, and the long grass around them would hide them well enough, but still, as Junkrat returned, he nudged Pilar out of the way with his hip, causing her to throw him a confused glance as she moved, realizing exactly what he was doing the moment she got up.

"Jamison, what's this all about?"

She did not receive an answer, instead feeling herself being swept off her feet, if only for a moment. Surprised as she was, Pilar clung onto him, but she'd barely had time to register that she was in the air before she had been set down–albeit, a bit roughly–on the blankets again. Pilar suddenly found herself face-to-face with Junkrat, who had lost a bit of the anxious edge, but still was jittery enough to run his hands through his hair, tugging lightly in a nervous tic. Gently, she reached for his hands, taking them in her own and slowly drawing them away from his hair. She could feel his fingers twitch nervously, both real and mech, and she held them both within her own, thumbs running along the back of his hands to ease his distress.

"What's wrong?"

"Shit, Pilar, I dunno how t' say it."

With a sigh, she shifted onto her knees, scooting herself toward him, hands still held tightly within her own. "Just like this: 'Pilar, I' and then continue with the thought. I'll help you."

His lips pouted for a moment, brows knitted together in frustration as he shook his head, shoulders slouching. "Roight, well uh. I like ya. It's weird. This shit ain't somethin' I'm used to. Australia was shit. Guns firin', omnic trash forcin' their way into our homes. Fightin' fer survival an' freedom. Wasn't time t' make friends." He paused, glancing in the direction where Roadhog laid. "Still dunno if he likes me, y'know? That ain't the point, though. I like ya, a lot. But I dunno how–"

Realization spread across Pilar's features, her brows raising when she finally understood his nerves, his embarrassment. "Jamison, I'm not asking for anything, you know. You don't have to do this, it's okay."

"But I wanna, Pilar. I don' wanna disappoint ya."

Pilar sighed, stretching to give him a quick smooch. "I'm not going to be disappointed, silly. This is enough for me, you don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

Junkrat bowed his head, pressing his brow to Pilar's, staring at their hands in frustration. After a moment, his wriggled out of her grip, and he held onto hers, still unsure, still completely new to whatever the hell was going on. Pilar watched him closely, frowning slightly.

"I wanna. Just in case, y'know. In case I don't see ya again fer a while."

She drew back, looking at him in the eyes, concern and sadness flickering across her features. "You're absolutely sure?"

There was a moment of silence, a pause where they both looked at each other with bated breath, until he nodded slowly, a sheepish grin curving his lips.

She smiled, shaking her head, before she rested her hand against his cheek, fingers twirling into his hair. Slowly, she brought him closer to her, planting a kiss on his lips.

He froze; her kiss was unlike anything she'd ever shown him before. They were always quick, sweet pecks that were just enough to show him how he meant to her, without making him uncomfortable. But this? This was…incredible. There was passion laced in her lips, adoration in her touch and as she slid closer to him, he could feel a sort of intoxication begin to flow throughout his body, a warmth covering his skin as he was enveloped in a deep, scarlet blush. One hand was on his neck, the other digging deeper into his blonde locks, and though still unsure, his hands rested on her waist for the time, awaiting her next move.

The kiss lasted seconds, but when Pilar drew away the first time, she could see that she had left him wanting more. His brows were raised in surprise, awestruck as though looking at one of the greatest wonders of the world. An adoring smile lifted her features as she nibbled her bottom lip, nodding slowly to encourage him to continue on.

Not even a moment later, he'd gone back for more, and Pilar giggled into the kiss, pressing herself flush against his chest, moving her legs in a way that would allow her to lean back without trouble. He tried to mimic what she had done, but it was clumsy, unsure, and while Pilar's features scrunched up as she tried to show him, she began to lean backward, tugging him along with.

Laying flat on the ground, it was a moment before Junkrat truly realized his position. When the kiss broke for a second time, there was an obvious anxiety about his features, and though Pilar's hands on his face, the gentle stroking and reassurance of her touch against his skin, there was still the reservations of a man who didn't know what to do, or where to go from there.

Of course, Pilar knew.

Mere seconds passed when she took the lead, her legs wrapping around his waist, bringing his hips to meet hers when she captured his lips in a kiss once again. He froze, startled, though soon found himself lost in her again, the euphoria of the moment ensnaring his senses, just as it had before. Pilar's lips worked flawlessly against his, despite his uncertainty, and soon enough, he had his body pressed against hers, supporting himself with his right arm, his left hand finding its home on her waist.

Slowly, she drew her hand to his, leading it up, under her shirt, feeling his rough, calloused palms against her skin. There was a slight shake to his touch as she led him, and Pilar could only smile gently when her lips parted from him, nuzzling her nose against his gently, eyes half lidded as she watched him. His eyes were closed, and his features twitched, as though struggling to carry on, and Pilar drew his hand from her waist, which provoked a growl from his lips as his eyes flew open, watching her steadily.

"Nah, don't," he murmured, resting his hand on her waist again. "I got this."

"Alright," she replied gently, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm going to try something, now…stop me if you need to, I won't mind."

He seemed hesitant; his brows knitted together as he watched her, but her assuring smile, had once again, settled him, and he nodded slowly, chewing on his tongue.

Her hands had found his back as her lips met his neck, nose scrunching as it felt the prickly stubble lining it, and with a tug, she'd forced his hips to hers again, paying careful attention to his body language, his comfort. She started with sweet kisses beneath his jaw, and along his neck, before sinking her teeth into his flesh, biting roughly enough to leave a mark, yet not enough to draw blood. Junkrat groaned; the sensation had sent a shiver down his spine, lip curling in a sort of feral growl, and pleased by the reaction, Pilar dragged her nails down his back, leaving raised, red marks against his skin.

Her hips pressed against his, moving in a slow, steady rhythm against his groin, and with each thrust, she could hear soft, pleasured groans escape him. It wasn't a lot–that would come later–but as she continued to mark his neck and shoulders, she felt his hand, which had slid further up her shirt, explore her body, discovering what he'd not seen before.

Another bite, this time sucking hard, garnered a feral growl from his lips, and forcing himself away there was a slight pause before his lips crashed against hers in a rough fashion, hungrily devouring what he could of her sweet taste. Caught by surprise, Pilar jumped, though regained herself not a second later, and she entangled her limbs tightly around him, bodies pressed flush against one another.

His arousal was becoming quite obvious, Pilar noticed, as her hips continued to work against his, though he didn't seem to notice as he broke the his, burying his face in her neck, only to sink his teeth into her skin, pulling forth a purr from the woman's lips. Her nails continued to drag across his back, rougher, harder, breaking skin as she did so. He was almost animalistic in his movements, hungry, lustful, willing to take her at any moment…

Suddenly, he found himself flying back off of her, and Pilar sat up in surprise, confusion crossing her features as she met his gaze. He was on his feet, yellow eyes still burning in a longing, aching desire that caused a groan to fall from his lips, and his hand hovered over his pants–which, Pilar noticed, seemed to bulge uncomfortably–the anxious, almost frightened expression returning to his features.

"Are you alright…?" Pilar began, but his mech arm ran over his head again, fingers tugging at what remained of his hair, the nervous twitching returning to his posture. Pilar, somewhat alarmed, rose to her feet as well, closing the distance between them in two strides, reaching for his hand to keep him from causing further harm to himself.

"Shit, Pilar, are ya–?" He stopped himself short, shoulders hunched as he avoided her gaze, shaking his head. "Ya…me…us?"

He couldn't find the words to string together, but she could understand what he was trying to say. She took both his hands into her own, which were tiny in comparison, and she searched for his eyes, the uncertainty still fixed on his features. Their eyes fixed on each other, and though his features twitched incessantly, the smile on Pilar's lips had his curving into a small one of his own.

"Quit doubting yourself," she said softly, reaching to trail her fingers along his jaw. "Nothing is making me doubt myself and what I want." She eyed him for a moment, her grin becoming devious before backing away, turning on her heel as her hands reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling up as she brought it up and over her head, tossing it aside nonchalantly. Junkrat, from behind her, gulped, his scarlet blush deepening as he watched her undress before him. Was this happening? Sure, he'd imagined it, even dreamt of it, but to see it happening before him had his mind in a whirl, his stomach flipped in a nervous excitement, all reservations disappearing on the spot.

As his hands fell to the buckle of his belt, hers eased her pants down over her ample hips, and as they fell down to her ankles, she kicked them off in a sort of excited dance, following suit with her underwear as well. Behind her, she could hear pants falling to the ground heavily, and though she struggled slightly with her sports bra, she bit her lip in excitement, anticipation building up in her stomach like it never had before. She paused for a moment, brushing her hair out of her eyes, before whirling on the spot to face him, clothing scattered across the ground.

Pilar couldn't help but to giggle. There he stood, stark naked and proud, hands on his hips as he grandstanded before her. Whatever fear he had had been replaced, and a cocky smirk lifted his features when she met his gaze, her features alight in mirth. Of course, it was only moments that it remained; the moment he caught sight of her body, his smirk fell, mouth hanging open in awe, and she could see him gulp in the moonlight as he ran a hand over his brow, trying to understand what he saw.

"Blimey," he croaked, hand falling to his side. "An'…an' that's fer me?" He spoke in disbelief, and Pilar stifled a giggle behind her hand, nodding quickly.

"Damn right it is."

A moment later, she had launched herself across the way, fully prepared to spring into his arms. Junkrat nearly missed it; he'd been too awestruck that little else really mattered, but as the naked woman sprinted toward him, her features ablaze in adoring excitement, he'd managed to prepare himself last second.

Springing into his grasp, her arms wrapped quickly around his shoulders, legs around his waist, and though he staggered back at the impact, he managed to hold his own, hands catching her by the rear. His blush was deep, and she could feel the heat radiating off his face when she pressed her lips to his, and he returned the kiss hungrily, invigorated with a new excitement that he had not previously had.

It was a moment before he carried her back to where they were before, falling to the ground in a laughing bundle of limbs and kisses, careful to keep quiet. With a bit of struggling, Pilar had managed to work her way on top, pinning him to the ground beneath her, hands on his arms as she scooted herself toward his hips, her hovering teasingly over his cock. Her eyes fixed on his, lips curved into a devilish grin, and she reached to trail her fingers against his jaw, nails scratching his skin.

"Ah, ya lil' minx," he growled, grabbing onto her hips as he was at the mercy of the woman upon him. "Get yer ass over here."

There was no need to tell her twice. Before he could react, she had lowered herself onto his length, and almost immediately, he was pushing into her, drawing forth a mewl from her parted lips. His grip on her hips tightened, and Junkrat's eyes closed tight, his skin erupting in thousands of prickles at the sensation. God, so this was what it was like. His mind, for once, was clear of its intrusive thoughts, focused only on the pleasure that pervaded his body from where their hips met, and Pilar, watching his expression, could only smile, moving her hips in a circular motion above him, rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

Her breathing came in deep, steady breaths, and she could feel her body becoming enveloped in a blush, the heat emanating from her just at it did from him. Each movement, each thrust of his cock into her pulled forth a moan from her lips. He became more confident in his actions, and at her leadership, he began to move in sync with Pilar's motions, causing a proud grin to spread across her face.

She gradually sped her pace, her deep breaths turning into quickened, shallow pants while her body began to glisten in a thin layer of sweat. Junkrat had pushed himself upward, supporting himself with one arm as the other held the small of her back, and he pressed his dry lips to the crook of her neck. Her head lolled to the side, eyes closing as she felt his teeth graze against her skin, and she looped her arms beneath his, nails digging into his flesh roughly, no doubt tracing over the marks left before. He grunted, inhaling sharply, and her soft moans with each thrust only furthered his arousal.

Shit. This was something, unlike anything he'd ever imagined. Years on the run, evading authorities and causing general mayhem had kept him from forming any sort of bond. And Pilar–sure she had partners in the past, and this was far from her first time, but she felt as though this meant something more, something greater. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly; god, it had been a long time, and she could feel herself coming closer and closer to the brink, as her pants, her dulcet melodies that fell from her lips as she moved her hips, grew louder, no matter how she tried to keep quiet. Her face buried in the crook of his neck, eyes shut tightly and her brows knitted together as everything flowed to her womanhood, the pressure becoming nearly unbearable as she came closer to the precipice. Just a little longer…

With a final buck of his hips, he came, groaning into her hair, his hands digging into her back as sudden euphoria spread fast throughout his limbs. His chest heaved, body covered in a thin layer of sweat, and Pilar, still upon him, growled, determined to get off as well. With one last push, she threw her head back, eyes flying open as orgasm finally washed over her, chest heaving as she gasped for breath, feeling ecstasy pervade her entire being. Her hands trembled, legs becoming weak as she struggled to stay atop him.

Soon, however, she felt herself sliding from his lap, suddenly exhausted as she flopped onto the ground, pushing her hair back out of her eyes as they fixed on the stars above. Junkrat, too, laid beside her on his belly as his arm draped across her stomach. Her hand, instinctively, touched his arm, and she sighed happily while her fingers traced circles along his skin.

There was a silence upon both of them, comfortable and familiar, and Pilar rolled onto her side, face-to-face with Junkrat as she smushed the tip of her nose against his. Her face was still rosy–though the darkness made it nearly impossible to see–and her body trembled happily, and a silly, almost lovesick grin spread wide across her features. Junkrat, too, was content, but he was still in awe, his expression almost dumbfounded as he watched Pilar draw nearer to him. He couldn't find his words, nor string more than two together, but she was content to lay there in silence.

"Ya, uh," he began, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I dunno what I expected, but, uh, that wosn't it." He was still uncertain, and his gaze flickered away for a moment in embarrassment. "I wosn't terrible, wos I?"

Pilar snorted, rolling her eyes as his expression became indignant, pouting his lips at her. "Jamison, please, we just had sex and now you want me to tell you if you performed to my standards? That's not exactly what people do, you know."

"Well! How should I know?" he exclaimed, and Pilar merely sighed, nuzzling his face as he grumbled. He could not keep his appearances up for long, however; the more she snuggled, the more he seemed to melt into a puddle of mush, and soon enough, he had her wrapped in a tight cocoon of limbs that threatened to keep her prisoner. She didn't mind, of course, and tucking her head under her neck, her ear was pressed to his chest, hearing his heart racing as though still in the throes of passion.

"You were fine," she assured him. "If you think you need practice, we can get to that later. Just relax, enjoy it."

He grumbled in mock annoyance, but relented, wiggling beside her happily. Pilar giggled, reflecting on how the hell she got to this point, but before she could really think on it, Junkrat's voice interrupted her thoughts as he rolled onto his back, pulling her up onto his chest.

"Ya reckon we woke Roadie?"