Chapter 7
Bedroom Talk
Consciousness was returning to her. She felt a softness around her body, like she was flying on some sort of cloud. A soft breeze was playing with her hair.
This is kind of nice, isn't it?
As she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of hazelnut ones gazing back at her. Emily blinked a few times at the girl smiling from beyond the side of the bed.
"Awake, are we luv?"
Her new girlfriend had to be kneeling there, propping up her face on both arms, observing Emily with fascination.
"Uh… yeah, I guess."
She could feel a blush creep up on her cheeks as she squirmed around for a while.
This is normal. Just act normal.
"You know what?"
"Hmm?"
"I think you're lying way too much, luv."
It took Emily a moment to process what she just heard. Mainly because she was still sleepy. Eventually, Emily's eyes widened.
"I'm-I'm not-"
Lena was ignoring the stammering without a hint of malice. There was just a friendly smile.
"You're one of those pesky 'fans', aren't ya? You know that I hate dating people like that. Lying doesn't make that any better."
Thoroughly baffled, Emily's thoughts were struggling to keep up.
Was I still logged into the notebook? Did she find out that way?
"It's pretty hard to tell if you're actually into me, or just the thought of being with a hero."
"O-Of course I'm into you! I… I like you a lot!"
Emily was sweating bullets at this point, struggling to properly sit up on the bed. Lena's smile was full of pity for her.
"It's sad, really. You're lying so much that I can't exactly trust you now, can I?"
Emily felt like being tossed into a pit of darkness, a pawn of gravity, ever falling. She couldn't think of any words that would help repair this situation while everything fell apart around her.
I can salvage this somehow, I…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice from the other side of the bed. They made her squeak like a startled mouse.
"Who cares who you trust?"
Widowmaker was standing by the bedroom window, elegantly approaching. Tracer immediately stood up in a confrontational stance.
"Well, I care. What are you doing here?"
"Does it matter?"
Lena's blink towards Widowmaker left a blue aftereffect behind. This time no steel rope stopped her. She came to a halt in front of the French woman and jammed a finger into that blue cleavage.
"I was just in the middle of a stern talking to until you rudely interrupted, so yes, it does!"
Emily's head was spinning.
What the hell is even happening?
Lena looked thoroughly affronted and balled her fists. The French woman laughed in her own, distinct way and prodded Lena's forehead with a finger in return.
"Whatever she has done to get you mad, at least we can agree our little reporter has good taste in liking you."
There was a sultry smirk on Widow's lips. That line had been part of Emily's and Lena's banter yesterday before going to sleep.
"You! You've watched us the whole night, haven't you?!"
"Oh, what if I have?"
Widow tried to take Lena's chin by the hand, but that went too far. The smaller girl not only pushed the hand away, but also threw a punch the very next moment. It connected hard.
"THAT's what!"
The French woman's head whirled around to the side. Obviously not having expected such violence, her body reeled back a few steps as she held the side of the face that had been hit.
"Why you little…"
Widow's words were seething with venom as she wiped a trickle of blood away. After the initial moment of recovery, Widow aimed to rush back at the insolent girl.
"Imbecile!"
"Bitch!"
"P-Please don't fight…!"
Emily tried to call them to a resemblance of order, but it didn't seem to work. She had a hard time processing this, so she opted to look away. Listening to what became an all-out brawl between the two wasn't a big improvement though.
"You annoying…!"
"YOU'RE the annoying one!"
"I-I'm sure we can come to an understanding? Please?"
They didn't seem to hear her at all.
"Let go, you pervert!"
"Die already!"
This can't be real!
Emily quickly pressed her eyes shut as hard as she could and tried to calm down until her urges to hyperventilate subsided. It felt like a small eternity.
This isn't real… this isn't real…
She couldn't even hear them anymore. Emily was scared to open her eyes again, even shivered a bit, but it had to be done eventually. Slowly she opened one, then both.
Her jaw dropped at the scene before her.
Lena and Widow were still entangled over there, but in an entirely different way. They were hugging their bodies tightly to each other. Their clothes had changed from their usual attire to matching skimpy, black leotards, fishnet stockings and fake bunny ears. The small Brit looked up with a shy expression and blushing cheeks.
"So, you really like me, luv?"
"Do I now? How bad do you want to know, ma petit bête?"
Widow looked a lot more confident, donning a teasing smirk. Her hands roamed all over Lena's backside and occasionally the area around the little white bunny tail.
"Yes, please… please tell me!"
Oh god… this is, like, straight out of Sica's smut stories! I… don't know if that's an improvement.
While Emily tried to figure out how she felt about this perversion, imaginary Lena already made up her mind. She desperately wanted this. Instead of actually telling her though, Widow just leant down, approaching Lena's lips with her own, teasing with an agonizingly slow approach. As they finally touched each other, tenderly, leaning into the kiss, everything went blurry. Emily eventually keeled over from a nosebleed.
Consciousness was returning to her. She could feel her heart racing. The room was still dark.
"Oh god… Lena? You awake?"
"Hmm?"
"I had the most… exhilarating dream! It's not something you would like, I think, but I'll… I'll be honest with you from now on."
She could see the silhouette of Lena in the dark. The little Brit tried to reach around for the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed. Emily kept talking in the meanwhile.
"It was about you and Widow. First, you two were fighting and I really didn't want that. Then it all kind of turned around and you two got along well."
The nightstand lamp was turned on.
"Wait, that's underselling it. You got along really, really well, to the point of… you know, that stuff. I found that pretty hot, to be honest."
To her surprise, Lena was wearing bunny ears. Emily blinked a few times.
"Err… why are you wearing that?"
As Lena turned around, Emily could make her out as a figure that was wearing a skimpy, black leotard and possibly even fishnet stockings. There was a concerning lack of boobs… and pretty much everything else that could be called feminine.
Her was looking at her with stern scrutiny.
"Mister Bernstein?!"
"This is the last straw Miss Emily, you're fired!"
Emily threw her eyes open and sat up straight as a pole, breathing fast and bordering on another asthma attack. Her eyes darted around the room frantically.
"Hmmm… whazzit Emi…?"
Lena sounded a little more than sleepy. By sitting up, Emily had accidentally also pushed Lena's arm away, most likely waking her up.
"Pinch me!"
The heroine blinked a few times. Then she sat up too and pinched the red-haired girl in the arm. The following instant squeal sounded like a dying baby animal.
"Oww!"
Emily held the arm where she had been pinched and her eyes started glistening in the faint light of that one cloudy autumn day. Lena sobered up at the sight.
"Hey hey, you wanted me to pinch you, right? I didn't do it too hard, did I?"
She tried to console the little reporter, edging in close. They had been sleeping pretty close in the first place anyway.
"N-No, it's… it's okay, I just had a… a really bad dream."
Emily sniffled a bit. Lena leaned down to kiss the abused spot.
"There there… That's why you needed me to pinch you? I could've done all kinds of other things to make sure you're awake, you know?"
Lena's words were slurred from sleepiness. The time traveler tried to be sultry, but failed for the most part. She had a lot in common with some drunk girl at a bar, trying her drunken best to hit on Emily.
"S-Stop it…! Now's not the time…"
Emily was embarrassed more than anything. Still, Lena grinned, clearly having her fun, and intertwined her legs with those of her lover.
"It's not? You seemed to like it a lot just a few hours ago."
It was hard to tell in the dark, but Emily thought she saw Lena wriggling with her eyebrows for additional effect.
"W-Well yeah, I… I did… but…"
"So what's the holdup, luv?"
Emily was squirming a bit and had a hard time resisting another round, especially with Lena grinding away at her. Smiling with that cute, sleepy smile so close to her face…
"I… I have to tell you something. Please?"
The redhead looked Lena directly in the eyes, so that it would be extra difficult to deny the request.
She looks like a puppy… Hmm… we should get a puppy.
Lena giggled at her own thought process, but slowly loosened up her grin into a compassionate smile and stopped the incessant grinding.
"Okay, I'll play nice for now. You had a pretty bad dream, is that it?"
"Well, yeah, kind of…"
"Wanna tell me about it, luv?"
"No it's… just that one part. I was dreaming we were in bed-"
"-good start."
"Stop iiit…"
Lena giggled some and let Emily continue. The redhead just sighed.
"What it comes down to is… I wasn't honest to you all this time. And dream-Lena was pretty mad at me for that."
Lena looked at her new lover confused, partly even hoping that this was supposed to be a joke.
"You weren't honest?"
"Yeah."
Lena raised an eyebrow.
"You're not gonna tell me that you have a house, husband and two kids waiting for you in Dublin, do you?"
"N-No!"
Lena giggled stupidly.
"Then it can't be that bad! What is it?"
Emily squirmed around in Lena's arms while trying her best and failing at holding eye contact. Then she just let it all out.
"I told you that I knew you were Tracer from the start right? Well, that's not all. I'm actually a huge fan of yours. I adore what you do and how you do it. I followed every step you take. It was a coincidence that we were both at the Mondatta speech, I swear but… as soon as I saw you fight on the roof, I had to be close at all cost. You were like a magnet to me."
Emily made a small pause. They were looking at each other, which made her incredibly nervous, but there was no going back.
"This whole time I just pretended that it didn't excite me just to be close to you. My boss actually let me go in the morning, because he figured that I couldn't be objective when it comes to you. I had to take breaks to calm down, because I didn't want you to be… disgusted with me."
The red-haired girl slightly looked downwards while her monologue ended, as if she had committed a grave crime.
"My boss is right by the way. I can't. I… I love everything about you too much."
Emily had talked for so long, that the ensuing silence was weighing especially heavy between them. As she looked up for a split second, she could see the puzzlement on Lena's face.
She's gonna dump me, isn't she?
Emily found it increasingly hard to breathe, but tried to stay realistic. She knew that Lena would have no use for a fan as her girl, having gathered as much from Tracer's history.
I'll have to find a new home.
"Emi…"
"I… I'm sorry. I'll go."
Emily turned to put her clothes back on and leave.
5 hours earlier.
Widowmaker couldn't quite put her finger on why everything turned out the way it did. In the end, this must have been the most agreeable solution. She found herself mildly curious as to how her fan's little story would develop. It would be a welcome distraction from her usual line of work.
The London skyline was flying by. Her body practically moved by itself, going through the motions of traveling across the roofs on the outskirts of the British capitol.
A smirk was stuck on her face the whole time.
Her thoughts were going through all the different plot points again, letting Emily's story play out in her head. Then she went through the events of this morning. Beating Tracer in a battle had always been amusing to her. To see her squirm and suffer like that, however, was more akin to pure fun. The artist in her was positively delighted.
I should do that again sometime.
It took a moment to properly process her own thought. Widow stopped in her tracks and furrowed her eyebrows in sudden disappointment at herself.
What am I thinking? Reading those stories is childish enough. 'Playing' with that foolish girl… ridiculous.
She shook her head and began to scale down from the building she was standing on.
Moreover, I only entered that pact to keep a proper reputation. Oui. I can't allow imbeciles to represent me. If this 'Miju' girl doesn't, somebody else will.
The assassin sobered up and straightened herself after arriving at ground level. It helped that her irritatingly excited body had cooled down in the autumn wind.
After a few more steps, she came to a halt in front of an inconspicuously looking, rusted metal door at the heart of this narrow side alley. She hit a hidden switch, prompting a scanning device to emerge.
Apropos imbeciles: I still have two more of my 'greatest fans' to go. I wonder how they will compare.
The device quickly decided that this was, in fact, Widowmaker and opened a sliding gateway that the façade of a door had been hiding. She stepped in absent-mindedly, but almost bumped into something in the process.
"Where were you?"
A black clad figure with a white mask and deep, husky voice stood in her way. He had his arms crossed and looked at her accusingly.
"I was out. What do you care?"
Widow frowned at Reaper.
"You never 'go out'."
"Well, today I did."
"And where did you go?"
They both looked at each other in annoyed silence. Widow finally crossed her arms too and answered.
"None of your business."
"Of course it's my business."
"I don't see how."
Reaper was clearly ticked off by that attitude, talking himself into a rage, accusingly pointing at her with one of his claws.
"If I go through the trouble to make fish tacos for the four of us and you magically decide that today is the day that you have to 'go out' without telling me, of course it's my damn business!"
Widow narrowed her eyes in a cold gaze.
"So?"
"So what?!"
"Who would want to eat your disgusting food anyways?"
There was another long silence. She could observe Reaper twitch ever so slightly. Then he visibly gave up, turned around and skulked off with hanging shoulders.
Widow briefly wondered if she had gone too far with that one, especially since his tacos usually weren't that bad. She almost felt a pang of guilt at the edges of her mind.
Almost.
Much of the facility was below ground level, as the elevator on her left hand side would attest to, but not all of it. Widow looked around while waiting for her ride downwards. Most of the facility looked barebones, apart from the greenery on ground level.
A few minutes went by riding the elevator and walking through the complex before she stood in front of Sombra's room. Her mood hit rock bottom for today.
A new record low. I've never been here twice on the same day.
The sliding door opened up following the touch of Widow's hand to a sensor. Widow was surprised to see Hammond in the room, apparently in a lively discussion with Sombra.
"What's that monkey doing here?"
Hammond narrowed his eyes, staring at her after hearing the insult. If he hated something more than to be called by his human-given name, it was being called after a smaller species of primate.
"WHAT DID'YA JUST SAY?!"
Hammond had a bit of an inferiority complex because of his height compared to the other gorillas. Widow always found that impossible not to exploit. The sentient gorilla jumped off Sombra's desk and stared towards the French woman in the doorway with barely controlled aggression in his eyes.
"It seems our pet monkey has gone deaf."
Widow allowed herself the faintest of smug smirks.
"YA FUCKIN' SMURF!"
Completely losing his temper, Hammond rushed at Widow. He tried to jump her in sprinting speed, but Widow just spun out of the way, as a torero would in a bullfight. The gorilla flew into the hallway, hitting the opposing wall.
Widow leisurely entered the room, changing her attention to a still barely clothed Sombra.
"So?"
Sombra blinked a few times, positively startled to death by the sudden commotion.
"Uh…?"
"What the monkey was doing here, stupid girl."
Hammond in the meanwhile had turned around, royally pissed off, and rushed at Widow again.
Widow casually touched a sensor to her side.
"W-We were discussing plans, nothing too important. You know that gorillas can tear us humans' limb from limb without much effort, right?"
The door closed. Something heavy collided with the door, producing a dull sound. The door wasn't impressed.
"Sure. This one is just too inept when he's agitated."
"Huh…"
Sombra looked very uncomfortable right now, practically squirming and holding her t-shirt downwards with both hands. Amber eyes noticed panties dangling around a brown ankle.
"I did not know you swung that way, ami."
The Mexican girl's eyes widened. Widow had already donned a smug smirk in anticipation.
"N-Never! He interrupted me while… eh…"
"Go on."
The French woman approached, taking her time while doing so. The Mexican girl was sweating profusely in the meanwhile.
"I… eh… watched some…"
I can't tell her… come on Sombra, think of something!
"…tentacle porn!"
Widow looked at her like she was an idiot.
"Convincing."
"I know, right?"
Sombra laughed the most awkward laugh.
"I don't even want to know what you really did, do I?"
¡No, señora!
Widow shook her head and looked around the multi-purpose bedroom.
"Pull your panties back up. Then tell me what you know about 'Sagrada' and 'Sica'."
Sombra obeyed hastily, but was somewhat thrown off by the question.
"I'm afraid… I don't know much about the two of them, apart from their writing styles."
Widow looked at her with an uncompromising stare.
"You expect me to believe that you found the name and occupation of this 'Miju' character, but nothing about those two?"
Apparently, Widow was making a good point, judging by how the little hacker was avoiding her gaze and fidgeting in her seat.
"Weeell… these things take time, amiga, you know...?"
Widow's eyebrow twitched.
It's taking too long already. How should I…
Movement from the edge of her vision drew her attention. Upon seeing what was hiding over there, a devilish smile developed on Widow's lips.
"If you have to make me wait, I'm sure we can find some way of recompense. I heard that I missed the taco party, so I guess I'll need something else to quell the appetite."
The French women slowly moved towards the only closet in the room and Sombra quickly realized her mistake.
"How about some rôti de lièvre?"
She hadn't closed the closet.
"N-No, please! Everything but Señor Fluffles!"
Widow stood right in front of the half-opened hideout by now. The little bunny with the violet extension didn't seem to be concerned in the slightest about the predator at his doorstep.
"What a silly name. I'll just call him 'dinner'."
"Run Señor Fluffles! Run for your life!"
The bunny's ears finally stood up, as he heard his owner call out in distress. He perked up with the rest of his body, too, looking around the room. He could flee into the little escape tunnel that his owner had prepared for this exact occasion. Of course, Señor Fluffles didn't do that. Instead, he decided to hop out of the closet towards this strange woman. Then he curiously sniffed at her boot.
Sombra whined at the betrayal.
"Noooooo..."
Widow leant down to grab the little bunny by his neck fur. It didn't resist or anything like that, just sniffed and looked around curiously.
"It looks like 'dinner' is far more cooperative than you are."
"Wait! I… I just remembered what I know about them!"
There was an unsurprised smirk on Widow's lips.
"Of course you do."
"But I thiiink… you won't like it."
"Out with it."
"Well… one of them was hard to track down. Very hard. That's because she's… err… operating out of Overwatch HQ."
Widow was mildly surprised by that.
"Who? Is it an agent, or some kind of secretary?"
"I couldn't trace it exactly. Then, sometimes, it's all over the world! So I've come to the conclusion that it must be some sort of special agent… although it could be a diplomat or something."
That's no good.
Widow was certain that her little associate wasn't lying about this, but she couldn't work with so little information. It could be any one agent. What annoyed her the most was that one of her enemies seemed to be actively writing these appalling, slanderous pieces about her from the safety of Overwatchs AI's systems.
"Nothing can be done about that, for now. What about the other one?"
"Y-You have to promise to let Señor Fluffles go, first!"
The French woman narrowed her eyes. Surprisingly, the little hacker wasn't crumbling under her gaze like usual. Since flaying a bunny wasn't on her list of favorite activities anyway, Widow slowly let the little bunny back down on the ground.
"Fine. Now talk."
Sombra looked immensely relieved, but still nervous.
"Well… you see… that other one. Err…"
Señor Fluffles just began to hop around Widow's feet for some reason, even as she approached the little hacker.
"Yes?"
"That's… me."
There was a moment of pure silence between them. It would've been the archetypical moment for chirping crickets, but bunny hops and sniffles would have to suffice.
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Sorry…"
Sombra nervously pressed her index fingers together and looked away. Widow thought about their predicament for a while.
"Show me."
"Huh?"
"One of your stories, stupid girl."
The little hacker looked up with genuine awe.
"You… you actually want to read one?"
"Of course."
Widow cracked with her knuckles while donning a menacing smile.
"It's the only way to determine your punishment."
Sombra squealed in terror.
Even while Emily tried to claw her way out of the bed, Lena had none of it. She pulled her back in at the waist. Quite effortlessly, too, since Emily had basically no fat or muscle development from physical activity other than jogging.
"Heeeey…!"
"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going?"
Emily whined for a while before she accepted her fate.
"I… I don't know…"
"Just stay here then, Emi. Let's talk."
Lena tried to sound cheerful, but everything was kinda awkward right now. That was also reflected in Emily's clear uncomfortableness. She wouldn't just keep on talking on her own, so Lena continued while pulling her into a loose hug on her lap.
"Why did you think that I'd be disgusted by a fan?"
"W-Well… it's not just about being your fan…"
Emily fidgeted around, but at least stopped her struggles to get away. She wasn't easing into the loose hug either, though.
"I don't get it, Emi."
"How should I-…"
She tried to think of fitting words while looking anywhere but Lena's eyes, nibbling on her lower lip until she finally found her voice again.
"…it's known online that you… err… some people say you kinda… get abusive when your date turns out to be a fa-eek!"
Suddenly, Emily felt herself being pushed back into the bed at both shoulders. As she recovered from the surprise, she could see Lena towering over her with reddened cheeks and an incredulous facial expression.
"They what?! Who says that? I never get abusive!"
The irony was completely lost on Lena, which almost made Emily snort aloud.
"U-uh, well… there was this one girl who claimed to date you, and she had proof to back it up. She wrote about it online."
"She's lying! I would never!"
Emily looked away. She still felt awkward.
"I thought so too but, ah… then… there were like two more chiming in, sharing their stories about dating you, so…"
These wankers, bitching behind my back!
Lena thought about the best way to repair this misconception. It was a bit harder to think while being flustered.
"Gosh, this is so embarrassing… I never treated any one of them bad, I swear! It's just… I lost interest in them because those girls idolized me like I was some freaking item on a pedestal and not a real human."
"I guess they didn't take that well...?"
"No shit! They decided to make up utter bollocks about me!"
Emily flinched and Lena instantly regretted her little outbreak. An awkward silence settled between them. Emily didn't know where to look or what to do, just squirming about, while Lena tried to calm down.
"I'm sorry, I went a bit loud there…"
"It's okay…"
The dim lighting made it hard for them to see each other.
"Look, luv. There's no need for you to worry. You're not like them. "
Lena tried to think how to best put her feelings into words.
"I don't know how you do it, but you know what it's like to be me."
Shadows were cast across both their faces, but they were feeling each other plenty. Not only from touch, but also from heat and breath. Lena's voice grew soft and vulnerable with time.
"Ever since you talked about those masks we all wear, I wanted to be with you. Sometimes I just want to be treated like a normal girl, and you were considerate enough to do just that."
Lena leant down so they would touch each other's foreheads, gently nudging the side of her nose to Emily's. The little reporter smiled back with a shy expression.
"I… just wanted you to feel comfortable. Isn't that what anyone would do?"
As she stared down into those naïve, light brown eyes, Lena couldn't quite comprehend how pure this girl could be. Lena couldn't help but bite her lower lip. As she got herself back under control from the cuteness below her, Lena just smiled brightly.
"More absolutely should! You're special though."
Emily smiled back. It wasn't as bright, but the fears in her mind had cleared up. Still, being pressed down like this was a bit uncomfortable.
"You don't need to hold me down. I'm not going anywhere, anymore..."
"I wouldn't let you, anyway."
Lena slowly retracted her arms from pressing Emily's shoulders down. Then she let herself down to the side of her, hugging the lithe form of her companion instead. The redhead put hers around Lena's neck in turn.
"That's kind of abusive, isn't it?"
"I'm just following hero protocol. There's a dangerous assassin after you."
"Awh, right… I almost forgot."
They were giggling for moment, and then Lena started to finally close the distance.
"Enough small talk now."
Affectionately, Lena nudged her nose against her lovers. Emily's heart beat like crescendo in anticipation of the whispered words.
"I meant it, Emi. You're very special to me. I love you, too."
Time just seemed to stand still as they grew ever closer.
"What is it with this 'I love you' bullshit? "
"M-Many readers want this stuff, you know?"
"Sentimental nonsense…"
Widow had decided to sit down on Sombra's lap to read. She was facing her, with one of Sombra's holo screens between them. Now was one of the rare times that she cursed herself for being able to produce them at will. The little hacker had enough time to think about why her 'friend' would force this situation. In the end, she concluded that it had to be something between prohibiting her to flee, having an easy position to strangle her to death afterwards or just plainly to make Sombra suffer.
"I mean, this story takes place in what? Two days?"
"When you know that you really, really like someone, does it matter if it's only two days?"
"For inexperienced schoolgirl's perhaps."
"Who do you think is reading these?"
That struck a nerve. Widow gave her the death glare.
"I am reading these."
"O-Of course there is also a significant mature demographic, haha!"
"But even if that's true, I would never say that. Je'taime, if at all. English is a crude language, unfit for romance."
Amber eyes were looking at her through the holo screen reprobatively.
"Your French is utterly useless by the way."
"I-I'll try to improve, promise!"
Widow shook her head and stepped off Sombra's lap. The Mexican girl didn't dare to move a muscle, still imprinted in her seat.
"Your writing is atrocious, but the way the story goes is acceptable. Send me the next draft, like we discussed, after you edit that lovey-dovey nonsense out."
The assassin turned around with disinterest, aiming to leave the room. She was obviously done for today. The door opened and Widow stepped over the monkey that was still lying beyond the doorway.
In the middle of that, she hesitated for a moment, looking back over her shoulder.
"Sombra?"
The small hacker had almost started to relax. Sombra bolted back up with attention.
"Si?!"
"This other author… Miju."
A condescending smile developed on Widow's lips.
"She's leagues ahead of you. Maybe you can learn something from her."
Then she turned to leave. The door closed by itself.
Half a minute went by. Sombra was baffled at first. That emotion changed to resentment, then to white fury. She grabbed something off her table and threw it across the room. It happened to be a mug that shattered nicely, leaving behind tea stains on the metal wall.
"Maybe I can learn something from her?! ¡Eso tiene que ser una broma mala!"
The hacker stood up, stomping across the room to her closet. Señor Fluffles narrowly hopped out of her way, squeaking, heavily startled. It took Sombra another 2 minutes to get dressed and properly situated with make-up, before she stepped outside, kicking the passed-out gorilla.
"Wake up!"
Hammond quickly lifted his body off the ground, groggily looking around for danger, like an animal that hadn't meant to be falling asleep in the first place.
"Wha wha wha?! Where's the smurf?"
Sombra had no patience to defend Widow from insults when Widow didn't care about Hammond anyway.
"Forget her! We got a few heirs to visit. Get yourself ready!"
The gorilla looked quite surprised, still a bit groggy from his timeout.
"Already? Didn't we wan'ta wait until…"
Sombra narrowed her eyes, still furious. Hammond was visibly taken aback.
"Change of plans. Get your Doomfist. I want to break things."
Time seemed to fly by. They had to be just kissing and grinding against each other for half an hour now, with neither quite getting enough of it. They almost managed to hit the same high at the same time, blissfully moaning against each other's lips.
Soon enough they found themselves side by side in another loose embrace.
It's as they say. Communication is everything…
Emily giggled stupidly. She hadn't been in a serious relationship before, just dabbling around with friends or acquaintances. Now she was grateful for having that dream, even if the part with Bernstein still gave her the shivers all over.
"So, my greatest fan, huh?"
Her greatest fan blinked a few times.
"O-Oh, I don't know… just a very enthusiastic fan, I suppose?"
"Okay, a very enthusiastic fan, what did you like about me most? Before I showed you all my qualities in bed, mind you!"
Lena had this curious, giddy look about herself. She didn't seem like the person for self-aggrandizement, but apparently couldn't say no to the occasional compliment.
Oh, you're so naïve and easy to manipulate! …that's what Widow would say, wouldn't she?
Emily bit her lower lip, holding back a giggle.
I can't say that! I need something witty…
"I always loved your lipstick. Thanks for sharing by the way."
"D'aww, come on!" Lena rolled her eyes. "You're not getting out of the question by being cute!"
"Is that so? Okay okay…"
There was a teasing smile on Emily's lips, before she thought about it more seriously.
"I think… I always admired your determination to carry on. You never gave up, even when you were torn from your space in time. I can't imagine how it would be to be lost like that."
Emily visibly pondered for a moment, before she continued.
"To hold onto hope and your outlook on the world through everything… I think that's admirable. Most would lose themselves to depression. Even without your abilities, you're a real hero to me, just for carrying on like that."
At some point during her little explanation, Emily got the inclination to softly run her hand through brunette hair, stroking Lena as if she wanted to reward a puppy for being good. Lena was stunned in the meanwhile. She just looked at Emily, then she started to rapidly blink, wiping away at her eyes as if she wanted to avoid tearing up.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah! It's just… nobody ever told me that. Kinda caught me off guard."
"Should I get a handkerchief?"
"You enjoy this a bit too much, luv!"
They were both smirking and giggling away before too long, falling back into small kisses. These moments lasted for a while, but there was a nagging thought at the back of her head that Emily had lost focus.
Lena was right. She was enjoying this too much, wasn't she?
It's so nice but… This isn't what's supposed to happen.
It became ever so clear in the afterglow. Lena caught on soon enough.
"Still somethin' on your mind, luv?"
Emily blinked a few times. She caught herself nibbling on her lower lip with some kind of confused concern.
Shucks, get some control of your emotions Emily!
"O-Oh, it's… it's nothing, haha!"
She tried the most unconvincing laugh in history. It surprisingly didn't deter her concerned lover.
"Come on, you're making a face like somebody died."
"No no, it's nothing, rea-"
"Wait, what did you say about your boss?"
Lena looked like a lightbulb sprung on above her head. Emily blinked a few times, then she faked a truly concerned look.
What an easy excuse... I'm off the hook. Lucky!
"Y-Yeah, that's it. Mister Bernstein let me go and then… you saw what happened to my flat."
"He let you go?!"
Emily nodded meekly.
"Because he thinks I couldn't be objective when it comes to you."
"Because of me?!"
Emily blinked a few times again. Lena was getting almost as agitated as this was getting weird.
"Uh, I suppose. He found out that I'm a big fan of yours."
"That wanker!"
Lena suddenly stormed out of the bed and began to assemble her heroes clothing. She also strapped her chronal accelerator back on.
Emily had been quite relieved that this device had a proximity field, so Lena could run around her apartment without the added weight strapped to her chest. That had been an issue of contention among the fanfiction community, with some people insisting that it had to be strapped on at all times and others using smaller versions for non-combat situation. Emily found the way it really was to be the most convenient solution for bedroom snuggling.
Right now, Emily was more concerned with it being strapped on at all.
"Where are you going?"
"To your workplace!"
Emily worked her way to the edge of the bed, now, too and put on her panties.
"Why would you-"
"I'll show that jerk what's what!
"But Lena, you can't just…!"
Before Emily could finish, Lena had already left the bedroom. The reporter was still hurrying to put on some socks in the meanwhile.
"I'll be home when I talked some sense into that guy! He'll better give you your job back!"
"Lena, wait!"
Then the front door was slammed shut. Emily struggled to get into Lena's snug pants (hers were still somewhere in the living room), while a cold rush ran down her spine.
Oh god, she got it all wrong!
Emily didn't bother with further underwear and just threw a random shirt on. The soon-to-be former reporter went out the front door while still awkwardly wrestling with one shoe, struggling to catch up to Lena.
Mister Bernstein is going to kill me!
Notes:
ami ~ friend
Je'taime ~ I love you
rôti de lièvre ~ Roast hare
¡Eso tiene que ser una broma mala! ~ That has to be a bad joke!
Well, there it was, the obligatory bedroom chapter! I think that was enough wriggling between the sheets for a while~
I know that it's painful for some of us to read Tracer x Emily, but seriously... who among us could resist Lena? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Emily's on our side after all. If you squint really hard, dearest reader, you can see a grand payoff on the horizon!
On a sidenote: I'm taking a whole lot longer to write because I'm all out of proofreaders. If anyone wants to talk about my drafts in Discord on European weekday evenings, please feel free to shoot me a pm!