Tracer

Emily really was something. That's all Lena could think as she and Widow moved deep into the underground of King's Row, spiraling through an old subway system and flickering lights illuminating a montage of graffiti that made it very clear omnics were not welcome. Widow hadn't said much since they departed from the redhead's apartment. How could she? What Emily had proposed was conventionally rather unorthodox.

'Hold on a tick, Luv! W-what are you saying?' Lena intervened, wondering if she was just a little more perverse than she thought considering where her mind had gone immediately; a place she had consciously explored not that long ago, in fact. A fantasy she hadn't dared thought would ever be a potential reality in her wildest dreams.

'Oh, go on, you tease. You know exactly what I'm saying. I'm wondering if Amelie here is catching on though.'

Despite her seeming confidence, Lena could tell her ex was grappling with such a proposal, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. How could she not? It was something right out of an adult movie. Yet, somehow, it wasn't quite as scummy. In fact, the idea had a certain level of grace and beauty to it considering the circumstances.

'We…share Lena, to an extent. Is that correct?' Widow said aloud, and Lena pinched herself. She remembered doing it. She almost drew blood she was in such disbelief.

'Heh. Pretty much. I mean, you don't want to be in a relationship with her or anything, right? But you feel comfortable around her, and maybe even like the idea of fooling around here and there since you won't be trusting anyone with that kinda thing for a while. Am I reading the situation correctly?'

'…Perhaps.'

'Oi! Amelie? You serious?' Lena still didn't believe she wasn't imagining any of it, yet Emily pushed forward, reminding Lena as to why she had fallen so hard for her in the first place with her levelheadedness and progressive way of viewing certain scenarios.

'I want to be with Lena; as her girlfriend. I love her…maybe too much.' Emily winked, and Lena had responded with an awkward expression, her dumbfounded face ongoing. 'But I know how she can be, and from what I've learned about you, I can easily sympathize with your story, too. You both need one another, and that's okay.'

'You would be fine with me making love to your girlfriend while we are away? Truly?' Widow had asked, and Lena was honestly wondering the answer at that point as well.

Emily, surprisingly, shook her head.

'No. I draw the line there because now I know you. You can be there for one another. Maybe even be a little intimate here and there, but nothing more than that…'

Lena breathed out. So, she was being ridiculous. That made sense. Thank goodness she hadn't said anything.

'…unless I'm present as well.'

'Bloody hell!' Lena almost jumped out of the couch. 'Emily! A-are you serious?'

'You really going to look a gift horse in the mouth, Luv?' She was still blushing. It was crazy cute.

'Hmm. Intriguing.' Widow was cupping her chin. 'An erotic yet compromising proposition. You are a riveting woman, Emily.'

'Uh…I try?' Emily shrugged.

'May I return with an answer after our meeting?' Widow was considering it? Really? Why!?

'Of course. I'll be up for a bit. Got some editing to do and all. Besides…this kinda talk can be a bit distracting…'

That had been an understatement.

'So, uh, you wanna chat about anything?' Lena dared to ask, keeping her voice low due to the echoing.

'Hmph. One thing, perhaps.'

'Oh, yeah?'

'Yes.' Widow turned, stepping in close to Lena, her height a little intimidating suddenly. 'Why on earth would you ever let that woman go for even a second, you fool?'

Ouch. She had a point, really, but it still sort of stung. Lena scratched the back of her head shamefully.

'Because I'm a bit of a dolt every now and then? I thought I was doing it to protect her at the time, and I'm sure that was a big part of it, but she kinda nailed it. I'm just…I got issues sometimes when it comes to relationships. Love adventures and all that.'

Widow rolled her eyes, but gave an empathetic small grin.

'If you do not take her, I shall.' She stepped away, and Lena blinked.

'You serious?'

'Almost partially. As she evaluated correctly, a romantic relationship is not what I desire, but I am a woman of passion; specifically as Amelie becomes more involved in my life. My work relied on strong emotions, and the notion of having a safe outlet when "certain" needs arise is appealing.'

'You…don't think you'd want to marry again someday?'

Widow stopped walking at this point, and Lena moved in a little close, trying to get a glimpse of the face the soft-spoken woman was making.

'Not at the moment. Not for quite some time. It does not fascinate me…for many reasons. Once this fight is over, I will return to the stage. I will be on my own for some time. I need a substantial occasion to reflect upon and discover Amelie anew.'

That was fair. Widow deserved that much, at least.

'However, might I ask where you stand in all of this?'

'Me?'

'Yes. You were oddly quiet throughout most of our conversation back there. It was unsettling.'

'Hahah! Well, I was just being careful. Didn't want to say anything stupid, you know?'

'I do.'

'Hey!'

'Heh.' Widow smiled a bit, and it was beautiful. They kept going toward the meeting point, an indicator on Lena's phone showing they were close. She patted her back to ensure her guns were ready, just in case.

'Y-you'd really consider doing that with us?' Lena got the question out, and although it was difficult to ask, she had to know before allowing her mind to stay distracted hopelessly. 'You said you thought it was all weird and stuff, didn't you?'

'I did.' Widow smirked. 'But that was before you had your fun.'

Lena's chest flipped at the compliment. She thought she was a pretty decent lover, but even with biased opinions coming from past relations and Emily she couldn't be certain.

'Aw, really?'

'Don't get cocky.' Widow turned away, hiding her (presumably) darkened faced. 'B-but yes. It was far more pleasant…than anything I've experienced in the past.

Lena wanted to hear more, but another voice suddenly interjected, and both women jumped as Sombra seemingly stepped out of the shadows, her whole body flashing a veil of violet as she emerged.

'Whoa, Spider. What have you been up to while Talon's been out of your life?'

'Well, look who it is.' Lena switched gears.

'Miss me?'

'Nah. Not really.'

'Even after all the fun texts I sent your way?'

'Oh, yeah. Super helpful seconds before things went bloody crazy.'

'Thought you'd like that.' Sombra giggled in a dramatic way, looking to Widow and shaking her head with obvious puzzlement. 'Looking good, Spider. Didn't think you'd make it this far. Surprise surprise. I'm not wrong a lot, but I'll admit I would have lost that bet.'

'Hmph. Amazing how well one can do when not being experimented upon or dealing with a particularly irritating fly buzzing about.'

'Sounds about right.' Sombra shoved her hands in her pockets, moseying about the area with a hood over her head, looking like a regular thug. It suited her, oddly enough. 'You two come alone?'

'Yep.' Lena affirmed.

'Risky. What if it's a trap? What if I got Reaper down here ready to take you all out?'

'You don't.' Widow huffed. 'You attempt to hide desperation, but I could hear your plight loud and clear, silly girl. In too deep, are we?'

Sombra stood still for a moment, but then clapped her hands together and created a multitude of purple-hued screens. She filtered through various charts and data with incredible speed, her fingers dexterously manipulating the information presented until she brought up the entire United Nations, every member's profile on display with biographical notes below their faces. Sombra then snapped her fingers and skulls fell over more than half of the council.

'Need I say more?' She blew on her nails, neon lights still flickering about them.

'No…' Lena breathed. Even she understood the implications. 'That many?'

'You got it, "Luv". And half of them work with Talon directly. No joke.'

'Impossible.' Widow uttered with a thick accent.

'So,' Sombra acted disconnected as always, but there was an underlying malice in her voice. 'What to do when the literal "world" wants to put itself through a damn cleansing? I knew things were dirty. I knew years ago, dude. But this bad? Yeah. No wonder I got a shitty roll of the die. When all the kings and queens in their ivory towers are out to get ya, what chance does an orphan have, huh? Not a big one.'

Lena nodded slowly, waiting to see if Sombra was done talking. She rarely spoke honestly, from what Lena gathered, but this was the closest thing to her speaking the truth, presumably.

'How close are they to knowing about you?' Widow asked calmly.

'Too close.' Sombra admitted. 'I'm better than I was before, but so are they. Decent firewalls and all that. Got a peek and bailed. Won't be chancing everything at this point in the game. Getting here was enough of a freaking risk. Thanks a lot.'

'Sorry.' Lena shrugged. 'But thanks for the info. That's good to know…'

A beat.

'Where are the cloning experiments taking place?' Widow was on point. It was sort of cool to see.

'Oh? You guys got that outta Moira, huh? Nice. Saves me some work.'

'Do you know?' Lena thought she would help.

'Obviously.'

'Then your safety is assured should you tell us.' Widow wasn't wasting time whatsoever.

'Already thought this through? I can appreciate that.' Sombra gave a wink. 'I could betray you too, you know. Awful risky bringing me into Overwatch. Maybe this is all part of Talon's plan to get rid of the only threat they got?'

'Nah. Despite everything, I know I can kinda trust you.' Lena gambled. It was only close to the truth. Sombra couldn't ever be fully relied on, but she was a survivor, and this was evidently her best option.

'Gross.' Sombra squinted.

'Do we have a deal or not?' Widow demanded to know.

'Yeah, yeah. Get me to your base safe and sound and we'll go from there. Fair?'

'Yep. Winston wants you under strict surveillance while you're there for a while though.' Lena outlined the final piece of information, and although Sombra openly scoffed at this, she lifted her hands up nonchalantly, slowly bringing them down in front of her as if asking to be cuffed.

'I'm into that, you know?' She jested. 'Rumour has it, Emily is, too.'

Lena's eyes widened, and before she realized what she was doing, she had Sombra pinned to the wall, holding her by the collar, to the girl's surprise. What was even more shocking was how quickly Widow was there as well, her tattooed arm across Sombra's neck.

'Hahah! Two guardian angels? Lucky gal, that one.' The hacker wheezed. 'Just some insurance I scooped up in case this didn't go the way I wanted. No worries. No worries.'

'Does Talon know about her?' Lena hissed through grit teeth. All her fears came to the surface. If Emily got hurt…!

'No. Private information for me only. Talon would never get this deep. Your team in Overwatch keeps your guys' info pretty decently hidden. Hell, I had to come here personally and sniff around only after just barely figuring out where you lived for, like, a blip in time, "Luv". The U.N. doesn't bother making obvious moves against you like that either, so, yeah, she's safe for now.'

'For now?' Widow pressed.

'Yeah. Unless you guys get on over to Talon's little lab and deal with their crazy plan soonish, not a whole lotta people are gonna be safe, got me? Do or die time, ladies. I give it a week or two at most. No lie. They're that close to starting a war. Heh. I wish it was something as easy as another crisis. Nah. I'm calling it the Black Omnic War. It ain't gonna be pretty. They've been planning this for a long time.'

Lena looked to Widow, and they both stepped away from Sombra, the girl rubbing her collar in a mockingly dainty fashion.

'Meanies.' She chastised. 'So, what, you guys gonna escort me to a driver or something? Gonna send me on my way while you say your goodbyes to the redhead in case things get real messy? Girl's gotta know.'

'You know what, Luv?' Lena gave Widow a mischievous glance. 'That isn't a bad idea.'

Sombra's escort mission went off without a hitch, the girl making playful jabs and sassy remarks the entire time. Lena almost felt bad for the agents assigned to transporting her to Overwatch Gibraltar, but she earnestly needed another moment with Emily; especially now that she knew they were approaching what appeared to be a pivotal battle in the upcoming war. Talon undoubtably would have the cloning facility heavily guarded, and it was the sort of fight Tracer was sure to be assigned to. Only the best would be allowed to participate. It just made sense. High risk, high reward.

Thus, Emily's place in Lena's life needed to be solidified. Fortunately, her ex had made the transition somewhat simpler. Mostly. As easy as she could, given the circumstances.

'You never truly answered my question from before.' Widow decided to ask shortly after Sombra was on her way, the two women approaching Emily's apartment once again. 'You owe that girl a response. What shall it be?'

Lena loved her. Deeply. The more she thought about Emily being hers again the more her life felt aligned. So, where did this hint of hesitation arise from? Her adventurous side. Her daring side. Her inability to stop looking on the other side of the fence. Emily was comfort; Widow was dangerous. It was so human of her. She understood that. The more Lena accepted the house of mirrors she thought she wanted to gaze into, the more Emily's offer became a golden light amongst it all.

'She's my girl.' Lena answered, feeling good about it. 'I've never been so into someone in every way, you know?'

'…I don't. But I'll take your word for it.'

'I'm gonna get back with her, if that's okay.'

'Why wouldn't it be?'

'Heh. Right?'

'…I think it's the correct decision.'

That hesitation. That look. So brief. Perhaps neither really happened.

'Yeah. She's pretty special.'

'An understatement.'

'What about you? She kinda asked you something too, didn't she?'

'I suppose.'

'You said you would respond when we got back.'

'Are we at her apartment already?' Widow's eyes narrowed teasingly. 'Well, then my answer is not required just yet, is it?'

'Oi! You're the worst!'

'Heheh. I can be, admittedly.'

It was déjà vu returning to that musty hall outside of Emily's room. Yet, with only a few hours having passed since the initial encounter, so much had changed. Instead of apprehension and nerves flowing through Lena, she was in anticipation of seeing Emily, a newfound stability progressively nestling into her heart that she knew she could only learn to accept and revel in given time.

She answered the door, her hair a bit of a mess and her glasses still on but crookedly hanging over her nose. She looked a little tired, likely pushing to get whatever editing assigned her done, but her face lit up when she took in Lena and Widow, her dark eyes and dimples on either cheek forcing Lena to appreciate what she had and could have for a long time to come.

'Right this way, ladies.' She welcomed them both. Lena and Widow. What other woman would do such a thing? What other girl would take the time both emotionally and intellectually to get to know Widow and understand the situation the way Emily did? Not many. Not many at all.

Widow was right. She was bloody right. Lena would be a fool to hesitate a second further.

'I love you, Em.' Lena said right then and there, not even stepping into the apartment yet. It slipped out, and came as almost a whisper, but it was the truth, and Emily seemingly could tell, because she put her hand to her chest, and tears instantly began filling her eyes, forcing her to adjust her glasses and wipe them up at the same time.

'As tactful as ever, Luv.' She managed, and Lena shuffled her way in awkwardly, glancing to Widow and wanting to apologize, but the taller woman gave the distinct impression that she would be annoyed if such a thing were to pass between them, and so, Lena left it at that.

Could she have ever deeply fallen in love with the woman known as Amelie? Lena wasn't as certain it was impossible as Widow believed. She cared about Amelie Lacroix; more than even she could ever anticipate, but a future together did feel farfetched, perhaps because this was where Lena knew home to be now. She knew Amelie was attractive and stimulating, but how far would that take them relationally? Friends. Friends and sometimes a little more? A complicated sort of interaction, yet it fit. Emily had so easily found the best form of solution. At least, it certainly seemed to be. The question remained, however: how would Widow – Amelie Lacroix – answer the nonconventional approach?

'She isn't known for holding her tongue.' Widow joked, and it alleviated the perceived tension.

'Isn't that the truth?' Emily giggled, and Widow took a moment before chuckling to herself as well, both women giving Lena a knowing look.

'Oh, come on! If you're both just gonna pick on me all night then I'm outta here.'

'You would risk leaving us alone? You are a daring one.' Widow stepped close to Emily, resting a hand on the girl's bare shoulder, a redness coming over her freckled cheeks.

Did that mean…? No. Don't get excited. Widow loved spinning a web around Lena. She wouldn't give in and let her maintain control.

'Rubbish. As if I would.' Lena pouted, closing the door and hanging up her jacket. Emily took Widow's, gaining a French "thank-you" from the older woman.

'How did it go though?' Emily asked, still smiling, evidently relieved and excited that she and Lena were together again presumably. They would hash out the details later, more than likely, but for Widow's sake, she diverted the topic for the time being "tactfully".

'A little too smoothly?' Lena raised her hands nonchalantly.

'Alarmingly so, I would agree.' Widow confirmed. 'Both parties ran the scenarios competently, one could say, and I know Sombra well enough by now to understand her motives. Thankfully, it ended well, and we may have an advantage in the coming final stages of this particular battle.'

'It's sorta why we're here, Luv.' Lena lowered her voice, wanting to take Emily's hand but restraining herself. 'It's about to get real messy. Like, final level messy. We pull this mission off and the world can be a little safer for a sec. All hands on deck, you know?'

'Ah.' Emily took off her glasses, placing them on the table where the green scarf Lena had bought her for Christmas lay. 'I see. That dangerous, huh?'

'One would assume.' Widow took a seat at the same display, placing one leg over the other more sexily than she likely could be consciously aware of.

'So, we wanted to say "goodbye" all right and stuff. You're crazy important to me, Em. But maybe knowing I have a girlfriend waiting will help push me just enough to make sure I get outta all this okay.' Lena slipped in that little detail and watched Emily's reaction. She closed her eyes in obvious relief, breathing out slowly and retreating to the kitchen.

'How long do I have with you both?' She asked carefully, taking out some neatly placed glasses.

'Um…' Lena wasn't sure. It depended on Widow. They had some wiggle room, after all. It just took a quick message to base, really.

'There aren't any true restrictions.' Widow answered. 'So long as we return by the morrow's afternoon. Overwatch will need to put together an appropriate plan this time. Too much is riding on this infiltration.'

Whoa. Widow was still acting noncommittal, but Lena couldn't help but let her heart do a tiny flip.

'So, does that mean you wouldn't be against a glass of wine or two? It's nothing fancy, but I could sure use one.'

'That would be quite pleasant.' Widow agreed.

Before Lena knew it, the three of them were seated on Emily's couch again, soft music playing through a small Bluetooth speaker connected to Emily's phone. They clanked their glasses together, and Lena tried to enjoy her red wine, despite not being a huge fan to begin with. The cookies from earlier helped, however, but her faces when trying to act the elegant woman gave her away, and Widow could only laugh, Emily also muffling a smirk.

'Still can't handle the stuff, huh? You can down any beer at the pub, but give you something refined and you're a mess.' Emily said.

'Oh, it's hardly a surprise, is it? We upper-class women must truly stuck together, I suppose.' Widow gave Emily's glass another clank, and while Lena encouraged the comradery, it seemed to always happen at her expense.

'I'm definitely not that, but I'll take it.' Emily giggled.

'I appreciate the hospitality, Emily.' Widow went on, standing up to go to her jacket and extract her pills. She must have been having a small spasm, because the decision happened somewhat abruptly.

'You okay?' Lena asked with concern.

'I will be. I apologize.'

'No. No need.' Emily almost got up, but Lena gave her sweater a tug, knowing Widow was picky about when to be babied. 'Is it…because of what Talon did?'

'Yes. Dr. Ziegler attempted to modify my brain appropriately, but the task was too much even for her at the time. Thus, these sedatives. Quite brilliant, that doctor. To concoct something so effective in such a short period of time? I'm impressed.'

'I've read a lot of her work. To think she's your co-worker, Lena!'

'Easy on the eyes, too!' Lena added. 'Plus, she's totally got a girlfriend now. Pretty daft, innit?'

'Oh? Who?' Emily's eyes lit up.

'A woman by the name of Fareeha. The strong, silent sort.' Widow was coming back to the couch, elegantly taking her seat to Lena's right.

'Ah! Do you have a picture, Lena?'

'Sure do! Check her out!'

'Oh, my! She would drive a lot of girls wild, wouldn't she?'

'Not my style, but she's definitely got a thing going for the lads and lassies.'

'So, Emily,' Widow swirled her glass. 'Before meeting Lena, had you ever been with a woman prior?'

'God, no. She was definitely my first.' Emily took a large sip of her drink, placing it back on the table before them. 'I was minding my own business at the pub near here. Just having a drink to soften the blow of a busy week, and this girl waltzes up to me and starts flirting. I mean, I've been hit on plenty of times, but this was a new one. She was so confident, charming, and cute, and I didn't mind chatting with her. I kept telling myself she was just being friendly, and even when we exchanged numbers and such, I tried not to think much on it.'

'She was so damn beautiful I couldn't not take a chance. Making a move on straight girls is almost always a problem, but Emily was a challenge I was willing to take a shot at. She was all by herself, enjoying a drink, and I thought it was mighty sexy in its own way.'

'Go on.' Widow was grinning, her face a little flushed. They hadn't eaten too much that day. If she was anything like Lena, the buzz was hitting her by now. Perhaps that's what she wanted? Did she need to encourage her boldness to accept Emily's offer? Would it even happen tonight? Lena's mind was muffling, but she still couldn't stop picturing the scene, her body heating up profusely.

'So, this Lena girl texts me and basically asks me out on a date.'

'She said she liked art, so, I thought I'd take her to a museum the next city over. Lunch and a tour. Not too shabby, huh?'

'Indeed.'

'I still thought she was just being friendly.'

'Bloody daft, this one.'

'Come on! How silly would I have looked if I thought otherwise?'

'Bout as silly as you looked when I first tried to hold your hand there in that museum! Hahah!'

'Oh?' Widow was more engaged than usual, and it was nice to see.

'Whatever, Lena. It was a bold move.'

'And? How did you react?'

'I…' Emily blushed adorably. 'I let her, I guess. It felt…nice. Soft but…sure. I barely remember the rest of the date. She dropped me off like a gentlewoman and left me up all night, staring at my ceiling wondering what the heck had come over me.'

'Didn't reply to my text messages for a while after that, huh, Luv?'

'I was confused, Lena. We've been over this. I hadn't considered such a thing before. Never! It was so bizarre. I mean, I was fine with it in everyday life, don't get me wrong, but it was always such a distant world that I could read about or see from afar.'

'What convinced you that Lena was an eligible option?' Widow's eyes were focused, the answer possibly meaning more to her than she wished to let on. Emily looked to Lena and grinned sheepishly, shaking her head.

'She showed up at my door with that rose right there on the table. She said she was sorry for putting me on the spot, and didn't want to make me uncomfortable anymore. She said she would leave me alone.'

Lena stared at the dried rose. She remembered purchasing it. She recalled how nervous she was addressing her seeming mistake for attempting to sway another straight girl.

'And?' Widow leaned forward.

'My chest hurt when I saw her walking down that hallway out there. It…really hurt. I ran after her and stopped her, asking her to give me time.'

'Asked me out the next day. That was a good date.' Lena took a sip of her wine, squinting her whole face as it went down.

'Did you make love, then?' Widow's voice was up an octave, and she cleared her throat.

'N-not then. We…kissed. I was convinced after that. I could fall for a girl. I did fall for another woman.'

'Hm. She has skill, I will admit.'

'Hahah! It's kind of weird we can talk about this.' Emily admitted.

'You're telling me.' Lena agreed.

'Do you mind me asking what your first time with her was like?' Widow dared, and Lena whistled, leaving it to Emily, who was shy about going on, but full of enough wine to humour the idea.

'S-sure. I mean, if you accept my idea then what's there to hide, right? Um…' Emily swallowed, shifting in the couch. 'It was…really different. I'd been with a couple of guys before, and it was fine, but something about the attention Lena knew how to give me was…extraordinary.'

'Aw, shucks!' Lena slapped at the air.

'Enough.' Widow nudged her. 'More detail.'

Lena blinked. More detail? Was this…Widow's way of getting in the mood? Was that too fantastic? Lena made eye contact with Emily, and her girlfriend nodded slowly, as if wondering the same thing. She was good with words and at telling a story. If anyone could turn this situation into something otherworldly, it was her. Lena trusted her to handle the rest. She wasn't still convinced Widow was willing, but it really was now or never, wasn't it? Time was something none of them had the luxury to fool around with; even Tracer.

'It was quite a while in, wasn't it?' Emily found Lena's gaze, the recollection a lovely exchange.

'Made me work for it, that's for sure.'

'I was nervous! I mean, I prepared myself for being with a guy all my life, but it was all so new and…different. We were lounging here after a date, and it just…sorta happened.'

'How?' Widow finished her wine, placing the glass down softly.

'She…started kissing me. And honestly, Lena, I could tell you wanted more that very moment.'

'What!? No bloody way!'

'You were so passionate! It was obvious!'

'Heheh! Really?'

'Well, the hand going up my shirt didn't conceal your intentions terribly well either.'

'You have a nice body, Emily; specially in the chestal region.'

'I would have to concur.' Widow hummed, and Lena lost her breath. Was this real? Could she possibly be so lucky? 'Now, go on.'

'I told her to stop, but I was just going through the motions. I didn't want her to stop. Not one bit. Her soft fingers and dedicated touch turned me to jelly right away. I encouraged her. I remember noticing the way she stealthily undid my pants and slid her hand inside. So much experience from this one, I tell you.'

'You had sexy panties on. You totally wanted it.'

'Maybe I did…' Emily shrugged. 'The rest is a little bit of a blur. But I lost a lot of hesitation when I saw Lena naked as well. Her body was light. Her mouth was pleasant. Everything was tender but meticulous. I've never…um…gotten off so many times in succession.'

A pause, with Emily's face turning as red as her alluring hair.

'You're actually going to leave it at that? Both of you!? Bloody hell! Why was I the one that had to say everything anyway?'

Emily made a sound with her mouth closed, but then Widow finally responded, and what she said next floored even Lena, the time traveler wondering if she was hearing things now. Was her imagination leaking into reality? Had she blown everything completely out of proportion?

'Show me.' It wasn't a question. It was a demand. Widow was completely serious, but Emily, perhaps out of social expectation, had to answer with bafflement.

'Pardon!?'

'If I'm intrigued, then I'll accept your offer, Emily; outlandish as it is. I am a woman as well, and this talk, paired with the wine, combined with my lack of such activity in quite some time sets the stage for frivolity we all might not humour for many days to come. Convince me that this is, indeed, a world I can find such apparent pleasure in.' Widow breathed out slowly. 'Or don't. I hardly care either way.'

That was a lie. Widow was feeling randy, but Lena wasn't sure Emily quite expected the woman to truly take her up on the unconventional arrangement so soon. Yes, they all clearly connected better than any of them could have ever predicted, but to get involved in the same night? The extraordinary circumstances helped, Lena supposed, because otherwise the mere notion would be out of the question…right?

'What do you think, Luv? Got enough wine in you?' Lena grinned.

'Lena…' Emily pushed some hair behind her ear. 'You realize you've been gone a while, don't you? I wouldn't need the wine. I've been wanting to since I heard your voice on the phone.'

'Well, yeah, but with an audience? Hahah! Didn't think you were into that.'

'I'm not.' Emily looked to Widow, biting at her lower lip irresistibly. 'But some people you just connect with more easily. And she's bloody gorgeous. Jesus. Whatever. Yes. I'm a bit drunk, okay? I'll maybe be embarrassed about all this in the morning, but I wasn't influenced when I made my offer, and it still stands. Time to put up or shut up.'

'Or put out?' Lena jested, trying to joke her way through the strange scenario.

'Oh, just shut up and kiss me, you crazy Brit.'

It was returning home. Emily's lips back on Lena's. Lena exhaled deeply through her nose, her hands immediately on Emily's waist as she sat atop her, holding her face. Her girlfriend. The one she almost let go. Widow was right. How could she have ever thought that was a good idea? Emily was adventurous, smart, dedicated, graceful, mature, and obviously a little more openminded than even Lena could have pictured.

'H-hah…' Emily gasped, opening her mouth wide and dancing within Lena's own. Tracer navigated her hands up and within Emily's loose sweater, and the instant moan that hummed through the redhead's throat pushed her further over the edge. She bunched the material up and atop the woman's bountiful breasts, and wasted little time exposing the tantalizing mounds of flesh.

'Ah…' Emily sighed, her waist quivering nervously.

Apparently, that was all it took, because Widow was reaching into the passionate moment, her hand cupping Emily's malleable chest and squeezing it until the girl squeaked a little.

'Oh, God…A-are we…really doing this?' She wheezed, and Lena was asking herself the same thing. Widow flinched back at the comment, but Emily shook her head, a drunk love coming over her flushed, dazed expression. 'No. It's fine. Your touch is cool. It's…nice…'

Yet, Widow returned to observing, and Lena took it upon herself to give the quieter woman the encouragement she needed. Lena re-enacted what she and her girlfriend had been describing, reaching into Emily's pants and feeling her warm, damp body, the clear longing present.

'Mmm…Lena…' Emily uttered seductively in that way she could so effortlessly. 'I missed your touch…'

She delicately unfastened Lena's chronal accelerator and lifted her tiny shirt over her head, Lena's primarily yellow sports bra containing her much smaller chest when compared to the sudden instigator. Emily then went down to her knees and shuffled Lena out of her pants, a matching pair of boyish shorts tight against her skin. It was pretty embarrassing, especially with Widow so close by, watching attentively with a curious gaze. Lena didn't hate her body, but she didn't have anything terribly noteworthy to write home about. Emily claimed her backside was adorable, but otherwise, she felt like a young lad more often than not, with only modest curves to speak of overall.

'You better not be thinking what I suspect you are, Ms. Oxton.' Emily rubbed Lena's thighs, in and out, progressively moving closer to her groin. It was so good.

'Don't know what you're talkin' about, Luv.' Lena laughed nervously.

'Heh. Thatta girl.' Emily met Lena's eyes, allowing her thumbs to begin massaging between Lena's legs, causing her stomach to tense and her head to twitch forward in anticipation. 'May I?'

'O-oh, Emily…Jesus you're good…'

'Is that a "yes" or a "no"? Hmm?'

'Go on…' Widow exhaled.

'Only if that shirt comes off, sexy lady.'

Emily grinned slyly, pulling the material up and off, her red hair tangling around her pretty face and her equally beauteous, large chest sliding against Lena's legs as she eased herself in.

'Let's put on a good show, okay?' Emily winked, and before Lena could respond, she was gripping onto Emily's head while she worked her magic, pulling Lena's briefs to the side and pressing her tongue between the tight part of Lena she seemed to love so. It would have been a crime if Emily was never shown what kind of lover she could be for women. Lena had had her fair share of female companions, but Emily was meticulous in everyday life, a stickler for details and minor nuances. This translated overwhelmingly well to the bedroom, and Lena was groaning between clenched teeth, her back arched against the couch and her conscious awareness of Widow an added stimulus to the erotic exchange her girlfriend bestowed upon her.

'Mmm. That's a good face.' Widow gripped Lena's chin between her hand, almost roughly, and then began kissing her, as if she couldn't handle the spectacle without engaging any further. Her tongue reached deep into Lena's throat, and Emily almost mirrored the act, Lena's scream of pleasure muffled.

Widow parted from her a second later, tracing her lips down Lena's body before lifting her sports bra up and encircling the hardened, pink tips revealed with her mouth prior to giving nearly painful bites in between the soothing moisture.

'B-bloody hell…This is too much…!' Lena sighed, holding Widow's shoulders.

'Foolish girl. It is only the beginning.'

And she wasn't wrong. Not in the slightest. Lena had dared to dream shortly after she and Widow grew closer. A scenario not completely unlike this manifested guiltily in desperate need for personal fulfillment. Would it ever come to pass? No. At least, Lena could never think as much. That's why dreams were appealing, because of their elusiveness. That's why the adult video industry thrived. It provided realities that were sought after but were ultimately impossible for the masses.

So, how did Lena get so lucky?

She could manipulate time, so, why could she not freeze what her eyes took in? She tried. Oh, she tried. Many, many times she tried. Widow having her clothes removed by Emily. The two women touching one another. Kissing one another. Watching Lena as she took it all in with teasing grins of knowing torture. When had they all become naked? How was it that Emily and Widow were comfortable enough with one another to simultaneously go down on Lena, knowing precisely when to kiss for her, passing the fluid that seeped from her womanhood endlessly due to the brilliant sight between themselves?

Lena couldn't remember making it to Emily's room, but she didn't mind having the soft bed against her back, especially when she instinctively equipped herself with Emily's favourite toy and had her girlfriend eased atop of it, her smooth form melding around the phallic extension and her moans of pleasure only sedated when Widow personally contained them with her mouth, the other woman allowing Lena to consume her perfect bottom while she nearly sat on her face.

It was heaven. It really was. Lena pictured how it looked and it only forced her stomach into continuous spasms of rapturous release. Lena flat on the bed with two of the most beautiful women she knew drawing pleasure from both ends of her while also groping each other's breasts, stomachs, hips, and even lower, the harmonious sounds of their voices escalated to choruses of delight and servitude of grandeur. It was the perfect send off.

But it didn't even end there, to Lena's joy. Not even when both Widow and Emily were gazing up at her as they soaked her protruding member, arms holding one another and mouths incapable of not meeting at irregular but arousing intervals.

Nope. In a moment of clarity, her senses sharpened, Lena was looking down at Widow, her dark hair falling over her slightly gleaming face and her small breasts laying flat as she breathed heavily, hands resting at her collar. Emily cradled the gorgeous woman's jaw, sitting behind her, stroking her cheeks softly as Lena held her large person, rubbing it temptingly about Widow's quivering womanhood. She loved this piece of bio-technology. Widow was tender and wet, as smooth as silk and finally willing, ready, perhaps even craving such fulfillment from someone she could wholeheartedly trust. Why else would she stare into Lena's blurring eyes and nod slowly, nibbling at the side of her bottom lip?

'Well, foolish girl,' She hummed in her maddening French accent. 'I shall permit it this one time. Make it count, won't you?'

She was trying to sound tough. It was part of what made her contrasting personas so alluring. She was nervous. Rightly so. But Lena wouldn't disappoint. She couldn't now. She held Widow's wide hips – much wider than Emily's – and finally felt the way her body could engulf her without mercy. The pressure was all consuming, and Widow grabbed hold of Lena, biting her ear and scratching at her back the deeper Lena managed to penetrate.

'H-hah…hah…hah…' Widow's breaths blew into Lena's brain, and her legs pincered her between them with incredible strength. It was hard to move. 'To what could have been…my hero.'

The words were impossible to understand. Lena's mind was turning into jelly. She was inside Widow. The Widowmaker. Amelie Lacroix. It meant more than she wanted it to. Even as she began the necessary movements, Lena squinted, a strange emotion overwhelming her. She held Widow, and Widow held her, their connection taking them both by surprise. Lena prayed it didn't show…whatever "it" was.

And it was over before it began, to Lena's dismay. She was drained so quickly, but as she lay with Widow on one side and Emily on another, the lights from the night sky painting the room a soft, pale light, she recounted the moments that stuck, the images so raw and powerful her body nearly prepped for another go.

Widow had kissed her while they were making love. It wasn't a normal kiss.

Eventually, Lena had elevated herself up so that she could see Widow in her entirety, glancing down at the way she entered her and pulled out, the woman's body dark and distracting, and her heightening, screaming moans of satisfaction unleashed. While Lena did this, Emily was behind her, caressing her body and causing goosebumps all over her, deep down into her core. They kissed as well. Also not a normal kiss. Something had evolved in their relationship. It was good.

When Lena extracted herself, a shadow of what a man could naturally provide oozing out of Widow, that moment was frightfully clear, even more so because of the way Emily had consumed it all, trading the spoils with Lena while Widow covered her face in presumable anxiety.

Finally, the honest satisfaction that was so obviously present upon the sexual activity's conclusion was potentially the most problematic of all, and yet there was sincere appreciation traded in little ways leading up to snuggling into bed. Emily helped gather up the clothing while Widow cleaned the lingering mess from Lena's toy. Lena herself grabbed everyone a glass of water, and some hygienic products were offered to tie it all up neatly. The three women naturally had some air of awkwardness about them, but Lena did her darndest to diminish that as best as possible by simply not beating about the bush and calling it for what it was:

'Best bloody threesome a girl could ask for, let me tell ya!'

'Just had to go and say it.' Emily blushed.

'Crude…' Widow rolled her eyes.

But it had helped, and the trio of women from three very different walks in life were able to fall into a pleasing slumber, dressed in nothing but their underwear, a bizarre relationship formed, but perhaps that's all it could have ever been given those involved.

'Goodnight, Luvs…' Lena whispered to the room, and her beaming face had never been so bright.