It's chapter 10 already! Extra, extra long for the occasion! Featuring drama, smut, happiness and... despair!
Come in and read to your hearts desire! You might wanna sit down for this one though

Chapter 10

Casual Assassins

They were walking hand in hand on Oxford street. It was easily the heart of London when it came to shopping. Designer outlets and landmark stores could be found as far as the eye could reach and the street was bustling with tourists and Londoners.

"What's wrong with the new clothes, luv?"

Amélie had been constantly staring down her own figure. It wasn't like she was insecure or anything, but this compromising shirt combined with hot pants was a bit too much. Even for a pleasantly warm summer afternoon as it was today.

"…I'm dressed like a girl of twelve trying to pass off as eighteen."

"Not quite luv. You're a woman aged thirty-three trying to pass off as eighteen."

One of Amélie's eyebrow twitched. Lena avoided the punch that flew her way with a giggle and blinked to the other side of her fuming French lover. Then she hugged back in with a kiss to the neck.

"It works! You look beau-ti-ful~"

The French woman was debating with herself how many punches it would take to land one on that stupidly grinning face. But since every punch in this impossible outfit would threaten to expose her bra, she settled for a different punishment.

Amélie ignored the cocky Brit, turning her head away with a pout.

"That was the truth, I swear! You're totally stunning!"

"…"

"You're not really angry are you?"

"…"

"Nhoooh, c'mon, not fair!"

Lena clearly didn't know how to deal with that, biting her lower lip and tugging at Amélie's arm.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry… Bad Lena! You shouldn't joke about your hot girlfriend."

Amélie was savoring this moment with a smug smile. This was the first time in months that she had won at anything when it came to Lena. It was quite satisfying. Victory at last!

Wait, what did she just call me?

"Girlfriend, Chérie?"

Lena blinked a few times, smiling like a ray of sunshine.

"Yeah! We're together. You're my girlfriend. Or… do you prefer 'lover'?"

An insinuating wink was thrown her way. Amélie hadn't even stopped to consider that the two of them developed something of a relationship.

"Non."

There just hadn't been any time to think properly. So much happened. She didn't know to feel about all this yet.

Girlfriend.

It sounded so... excitingly average. Outright tame. Normal. She liked the sound of it.

"I… need new clothes for the base. Let's go into this boutique."

Lena blinked a bit at that curious answer, still smiling but also worried. Partly for her purse. Amélie had set her sight on the most expensive French designer on the street.

The day had been quite stressful, but it was a lot better now.

The image of Amélie's scantily-clad body was still lingering in her mind. Her cheeks were still burning, too. The two of them had really looked perfect together! Even Angela had whistled after them! So hot!

Hana couldn't really concentrate on the Starcraft match before her, as she imagined how Lena and Amélie would… well, you know what.

There was a giddy grin on Hana's lips, only occasionally disturbed by another Dorito, while moving her fleet of Banshees with an attack order. She was having a friendly match for her stream against "Destiny", the kid which almost died because of her.

After what happened, she apologized profusely for her behavior and reaffirmed everyone that she had everything under control. It turned out that winning a tournament while protecting that kid looked good on paper at least. That was not at all soothing for her mind though, as she tried to keep herself from thinking back to that corpse field.

Playing games, eating chips and listening to K-Pop helped immensely. It was the most calming thing in the world to her. The game would be over in a few seconds, as Destinies economy had already been destroyed by her airborne assaults.

She'd probably go to bed after that. Then secretly look if there were any fanfics for Tracer and Widowmaker. If it was a thing, the internet would have it.

A blinking chat window caught her attention right as she was about to quit the game.

"/20MBR4 whispers: Want a real challenge?"

Hana stopped dead in her tracks, still a chip between her lips. Someone had whispered her over battlenet and she didn't recognize ever adding anyone under that weird username. Was that formatting even allowed?

"Whispering /20MBR4: who r u?"

"/20MBR4 whispers: A challenger. Scared?"

Oh no he didn't…

She immediately sent a match invite. The profile pic of that weird user was a skull. How edgy. That gave her pause however, as Hana had never seen an icon like that in the game before. And she would know, she had them all!

"Whispering /20MBR4: u bettr not be cheating! Im streaming this

"/20MBR4 whispers: I won't. You aren't. Let's have fun just between the two of us chica.

With a quick tab-out she checked her stream and… he was right. Her stream was offline and her fans were going crazy in chat, speculating about her bold challenger.

But she wasn't about to let this intimidate her! DVa randomed the race she played like she always did while that guy checked in as Terran. Hana initiated the countdown for the match start.

"Very well, you earned yourself a beating by DVa! Show me what you got, script kiddy…"

They were in yet another store.

Lena felt exhausted as if she had just went home from a mission. They must've visited at least 8 boutiques by now and her arms were burdened by more and more bags full of expensive clothing. She had already blown through the allowance that they'd set up for Amélie, but couldn't bring herself to stop the French girl.

She looked so happy while shopping, trying on different clothes, showing herself off to Lena.

The ex-pilot was sitting in front of the changing booths right now. Alongside her were mostly men, waiting for their spouses to finish. Some of them were snoring away.

It was hard for her to understand them. Especially as the curtain was yet again pushed aside.

"What do you think, ma Chérie?"

Amélie was wearing an ornamented, white blouse with a black skirt. The top three buttons were left open. She was getting bolder, even posed a bit against the frame of her changing booth. The fabric was slightly transparent and hinted at a missing bra.

Lena could feel saliva pool inside her mouth while staring with dreamy eyes.

"Thaz' fantastic love, you're… fantastic."

It seemed Lena was bit drained though. She didn't know how to compliment Amélie anymore. She was simply gorgeous no matter what she tried on.

The French girl shot her an amused smile and vanished back behind the curtain. That would be another pound sum in the triple digits, but Lena didn't care so much. Her thoughts were somewhat preoccupied with more pleasant fantasies.

It took her a while to register that someone had called for her.

"Lena, could you come help me please?"

The Brit blinked a few times. Whatever would she need her help for? No matter. She left the bags behind and walked up to the changing booth.

"Always ready to help a damsel in dist~woah!"

Suddenly she was being pulled behind the curtain into a soft blue body. Amélie gazed at her, those amber eyes filled with overwhelming desire. The blue assassin's lips were already parted ever so slightly in anticipation.

"I can't wait anymore Chérie..."

They both knew what would have to happen. Lena felt like the luckiest girl alive.

Their lips pressed against each other, hungry for another. Lena's hands quickly wrapped around her lover, keeping her close. She needed to tilt her neck because of Amélie's height, but she didn't mind. Her hands roamed the beautiful body that had teased her in the most extravagant outfits for the last 2 hours. Her hands unbuttoned the French girls blouse in a hurry.

"Inside a store, hmm? You're so kinky love~"

"S-Shut up and kiss me again…!"

They were both whispering to each other, excited by the prospect of doing it in public, not being able to hold it in anymore. The heat was making them both sweat slightly as they clung to each other.

Amélie was already breathless, melting at the touch of her lover. Lena didn't need any more encouragement as her lips pressed back to reform their steamy, lust-filled kiss. Her hands had cast the blouse wide open and proceeded to cup one of those perfect breasts below. Oh how she had missed this softness! The bud on top was already rock solid. The French girl gasped into her lips as Lena's hand began caressing her lovingly.

"Don't moan so loud luv, people will hear us~"

She enjoyed to tease her lovely little charge, even now, while slowly guiding her towards the next best wall.

"I-I don't care… please, mon Coeur… I need you…"

Lena lost it as she stared into Amélie's helplessly pleading eyes. She would make that cute, little blueberry scream in joy, by god.

She could've yelled out in frustration.

Her opponent was crap at micro management. Every engagement they fought, she would edge out a better outcome for herself with superior APM. But this script kiddy knew tactics and macro. Her own meta strategy was countered by him at every turn.

Hana had to focus a lot more than she had to against Destiny. She would still win the game, no doubt, but he gave her a run for her money. There was something off about the strategy he was using.

"/20MBR4 whispers: How did you phrase it again Hana? 'Wat r u doin?! focus!' "

Those words sent chill down her neck. That's what she had whispered in-game to Destiny back at the corpse field of her own making.

"Whispering /20MBR4: how do u know?!"

"/20MBR4 whispers: Watch your flank."

He was right. Red dots appeared on her mini map. She quickly moved in with her units to intercept. That's when it finally clicked: This guy was using her build order, her strategy that she used to win a tournament 3 major patch cycles ago! He countered her perfectly with her own strategy, that wasn't even supposed to be viable in the current meta game! Why did none of her supposedly 'grandmaster' opponents ever come up with that?!

"Whispering /20MBR4: are u tryin to flatter me with that strat?!

"/20MBR4 whispers: Do you always bite your lower lip when you get angry? That's hot chica."

Her eyes went wide. That bastard! She grabbed her webcam and threw it against the wall. She needed to crush that guy now, and so she did. The game lasted barely 2 more minute under Hana's fury, before she struck the killing blow. A satisfied grin grew across her face as she'd beaten that creepy guy.

"Whispering /20MBR4: easy! sit down & git gud son!"

"/20MBR4 whispers: That was fun, wasn't it? You look pretty happy."

Hana froze, staring at the screen with dread in her stomach. More cameras in her room? Inside the Overwatch HQ? Impossible…

"/20MBR4 whispers: Behiiind youuu ;-)"

It quickly turned out that making Amélie scream hadn't been the best idea Lena ever had.

An angry store employee had cast the curtain aside and given them a stern talking to. After hastily putting their clothes back on, they were subsequently thrown out and banned from ever returning.

They were sitting on a bench a few paces away now.

Amélie was feeling outright mortified, hiding her head in Lena's shoulder to her side. Her gaze had been shyly cast down for the whole ordeal, squirming all the way to the exit. She couldn't think of anything more embarrassing that had ever happened to her. Her voice was shaky and her head a shade of deep purple.

"Mon dieu, please someone kill me…"

Lena all of the sudden began to giggle, then to laugh out loud. Apparently what just happened to them was hilarious to her.

Amélie looked up at the crazy girl, incredulously.

"Why are you laughing…?! We were just caught… doing that… in a fine boutique!"

There was no answer for a second there. Amélie made it out like the worst offense in the world, but Lena still laughed so hard that tears came out.

"Have you seen the looks on their faces?! That was priceless!"

The French girl was baffled at first. Blinking a bit, she tried to remember.

All the blushing faces of the mostly rich and stuck up customers had been pretty funny, she had to admit. Amélie bit her lip before she spoke up without thinking too much.

"Most of those men had been sleeping before… we probably made their evening…"

"Even that posh woman who threw us out had been fumbling for words! Bet you she hasn't gone for a proper romp in decades!""

Carefree laughter pierced the busy sounds of Oxford street. Lena's positive attitude and merry nature, they were simply contagious. Amélie couldn't help but chime in with a small giggle, less hiding now, more cuddling up to her fellow partner in crime.

It was blissful, sitting on that bench together for a time, feeling like a perfectly normal and happy couple. Lena had her arm around the giggling French girl's waist while Amélie rested her head on the most dependable shoulder she knew.

If only it could stay that way forever.

A figure was leaning over her gaming chair.

Hana had stood up in a rush and turned around only to find somebody watching with an amused snicker. That guy looked Hispanic, brown skin and eyes as well with wild and short, black hair. There was some sort of high tech equipment strapped to his arm below the heavy, mud green and grey cloak he was wearing. A black bandana depicting a white skull was covering his mouth.

As that figure lifted a hand in greeting, Hana just pulled the chair away to set that bastard off balance. Then she closed the distance for a strike at his chin.

Her hand was brushed away with one arm, the other wrapping around as if he was mirroring her attack to return the favor. Hana could barely dodge that one! The element of surprise was lost and she retreated back to distance. Then she tried a different angle, only to be repelled again.

The dread in her stomach wouldn't vanish. Hana's close quarters abilities were rarely tested and she was becoming painfully aware of that fact. To make matters worse, her opponent seemed to be versed in some form of wild, western martial arts.

I'll not lose to some sicko like that!

Her thoughts hardened as she tried another form of attack.

The longer their fight continued, the more he chipped away at her, striking bruises into her skin. He waited for her like a crouching jaguar, wounding his prey until she would be unable to continue.

She'd lose at this rate. That's why Hana decided to fight dirty.

With her movements she feigned another attack, closed in on him. He was blocking like usual, so she could predict the counter strike. This time however she willingly took it with a grimace and in turn grabbed him by the shoulders to viciously ram her knee between his legs.

Now that would leave a mark!

…why was he giggling?

Hana struggled to understand what was so funny, as she was being grappled and consecutively thrown by force of her own weight onto the metal framed bed in the room. But only partly, her upper back painfully crashed into the wall instead.

She blacked out for a second there. As soon as she came to, the bastard was towering over her on the bed, sitting on her lap, holding both her hands against the wall. He had pulled his bandana down so she could see his face. Then she noticed her mistake.

"Y-You're a girl!"

And even quite a feminine one at that. How could she have missed that? The Hispanic girl regarded her with a chiding smirk.

"You should take more time to observe what you're fighting, chica."

All her opponents usually were male! She shivered at the thought that there actually was another girl this good at her game. The bruises all over her body hurt and she had barely any fight left inside her. Struggling against that hold was futile, but she did so anyway.

"Who the fuck are you?! What do you want?!"

"They call me Sombra. And I want you, Hana."

Hana blushed hard at that bold statement. This girl had broken into a high security military base just because of her?

"W-What the fuck is that supposed to-"

The Korean was cut short by a wild kiss. Her eyes went wide in surprise. This crazy girl just held her against the wall and assaulted her lips against her will. There was no choice left to her.

A tongue quickly pushed in between her lips. She felt the urge to bite down on it but… her body didn't react. Something was off, resistance was becoming ever more impossible. The kiss felt way too sweet. Some chemical? She felt light-headed, receptive for the wild advances she was being subjected to.

She couldn't deny that it was thrilling, this foreign feeling. Being beaten and claimed. She hadn't even known anymore what it was like to lose. A shiver ran down Hana's spine as she was feeling weaker by the second, heart racing in her chest.

She faintly noticed that Sombra didn't even need to hold her hands up anymore. Instead she was being pulled into a soft and protective embrace. With a dampened moan, Hana would kiss back against her attacker, yielding herself completely.

A few minutes went by like this, then she blissfully passed out.

Half an hour later they were in another store. They were done with boutiques. This time Lena was leading the way, giddy with excitement. Finally her own stomping ground!

"Good old British fashion, luv! I come here for all my odds and ends."

Amélie conceded that it was nice. Catchy music was playing out of loudspeakers. Most of the wear was casual and looked really comfy. Some grey shirt caught her attention, so she went up to the rack to get a feeling of the fabric. It was soft enough. She took it off to get a better look and then faced towards a nearby mirror. The shirt was big enough to cover everything closely below her waist.

She imagined wearing only this on a Friday evening, walking into the bedroom towards her spouse and especially how she would react.

"You like that one?"

"Oui."

Lena had resurfaced behind her in the mirror again. Her arms ran around Amélie's neck, unfolding something around it. A silky black fabric soon made the ugly, metallic collar on her throat vanish from eyesight. Amélie felt herself smile happily at the pleasant surprise.

"That's much better, isn't it?"

"Oui, J'aime beaucoup ça~"

A playful purr developed behind her, followed by a kiss to her neck.

"I don't know what you just said luv, but it makes me horny!"

"Do you want us to get banned in here, too?"

"Weren't you the one dragging me into that booth?"

"Don't pretend like you resisted at all, Chérie…"

Amélie's cheeks were glowing from all the teasing banter. She smiled a stupid smile together with Lena, as the Brit finally began to rub off on her. That was all thanks to the trust provided by the collar that was now thinly veiled behind smooth, black silk. She had to thank Winston thoroughly the next time they met.

"Let's go to the check out and head home."

That sounded rather nice to her. She liked being normal. Lena let go of her and lead the way. Amélie followed, naturally, and decided to ask the question that had worried her the most throughout this otherwise wonderful evening.

"Lena?"

"Yes luv?"

"Will it always be this way?"

"Of course! We'll have tons of fun! Not just with shopping, we'll visit shows and go out to lovely restaurants, too! Maybe we'll even have a pint at my favorite pub! How does that sound luv?"

She had already laid out a full weeks worth of activities for the two of them. All so Amélie would witness all the wonderful emotions she had been robbed of. Everything that threatened this prospect, Lena would eliminate. Nothing would stand in between her and her newfound love, her beautiful anchor to sanity.

Something was odd. There hadn't been an answer yet, so she curiously turned around.

It was just in time to witness Amélie's motionless body hit the ground.

Lena's mind went blank.

mon Coeur ~ my heart
Oui, J'aime beaucoup ça ~ Yes, I love it a lot

Oh boy oh boy! What will happen to Hana? What's Sombra's real motive? Who did this to Amélie? And how many people will Lena kill in the next 15 minutes?!
Questions upon questions!
Find out next time in the newest installment ooof "Lethality of Cheerful Laughter"!

I hope nobody minds the second pairing in this chapter, DVa x Sombra was hella fun to write~
In case you're wondering, Sombra is fighting Xilam style!