Enraptured in Ice

by KibaElunal

At the height of Overwatch's thirty years of service, many members were dedicated to using science to seek out solutions to Earth's growing problems. One such scientist is Mei Ling Zhou who in an emergency placed herself and her crew into cryostasis. However, something went wrong and five years later she is revived by Winston's young lab assistant, eager to prove himself. (Lemons)

18. Chapter 18

Enraptured in Ice Ch. 18

AN: Hey everyone, I know it's been a while. Only two more chapters after this one. Kind of scary, huh? My newest novel hit shelves earlier this week. Warren High: An Elephant Never Forgets is presently available digitally for free on Amazon until tomorrow. I could really use the reviews, so if you would go there to support me, I'd greatly appreciate it :) I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, pretty big stuff inside. I wish you the best of luck in life and literature, and thank you for all of your support. - Kiba

When Dan stepped into the lab, he immediately could hear sniffling coming from Mei's room. "Mei?" he called confused, opening the door. When he stepped inside, he saw her sitting on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, and tears streaming down her face. "Hey," he said softly, sitting beside her, "What's the matter?"

For a moment, she didn't say anything. When his arm went to wrap around her though, she shrugged away, scooting towards her pillows. "I saw you, Dan," she whispered. "You and Hana."

"This again? Mei, it wasn't like…"

"I don't care that she kissed you, Dan," she interrupted.

"You're acting like you care."

"That's not why I'm angry."

"Then why are you angry?" he pressed. "Help me to understand."

She shook her head. "You just don't get it. I'm scared, Dan. I'm scared to death that I'm going to lose you, and that's the last thing I want."

"Mei, I know that but…"

"No, you don't!" she snapped. "You don't, Dan."

"You think I'm not scared?" he scoffed. "Do you think I wanted to find out that Talon's been using me as a puppet this entire time? How do I even know what's really me and what isn't anymore? What if I don't really love you? What if Talon is just using me to get to you someway? You want to talk scared...that's what it is being scared." Mei uncurled her body before suddenly tackling Dan onto his back, holding him down. "Mei, what are you doing?!" he winced.

"Dan, look at me," she demanded. When his eyes met her brown ones, they stared deeply into one another. "I'm stronger than you, Dan. I can overpower you, easily. In a fair fight, I could beat you easily, but even still, I am scared for you, Dan. The thing you became was terrifying, but not nearly as terrifying as the thought that you could become that for good. I swear to you Dan, I will never give up on you."

"I still don't understand," he sighed. "Why are you so upset with me? What did I do to make you so unhappy?"

"You gave up, Dan!" she shouted, her grip tightening on his wrists. "You're giving up! You said goodbye to Hana, Dan. I know you, and I know that you'd rather leave Overwatch for good than risk hurting me, but what I'm trying to tell you is that you don't have to! I don't want you to leave. Even if we can't find a way to stop this from happening, it doesn't change that I love you. So please, don't leave."

Her eyes were glistening with tears again. "Mei," Dan whispered. "Let go of me."

"No," she sniffed. "I'm not going to let go of you."

"Mei," he stated again, this time more firmly. This time, her grip began to loosen. If he would leave, she knew she couldn't just restrain him. Breaking from her grip, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

She sighed softly into him, the two embracing one another as they cuddled closer together. "Why are you leaving, Dan?" she gasped when they broke apart. "Why would you give up so easily?"

"I haven't given up," he promised Mei. "I...I don't want to leave Overwatch, but more than that, I don't want to leave you. You're right, I would rather leave than ever hurt you, Mei. If you want me to stay though, I'll stay."

"I do," she said.

He smiled, weaving his fingers between hers as they stayed close together. "Then I'll stay. I promise, I won't leave you no matter what."

She smiled through her tears, kissing him once again. "Did you come in here looking for me?" she asked finally. "How did you know I was in here?"

"I didn't, actually," he chuckled. "I came to get something I've been working on. The week you were gone, I missed you greatly. When I couldn't search for Tracer, I'd be in your lab, and I'd miss you, so I wanted to make something that would help me to remember you."

"I'm sorry I left again," she told him. "I know it doesn't make any sense, but I can't help it. I'm asking you not to be scared that you'll hurt me, but I'm even worse when it comes to hurting you."

"I know," he replied. "That's why I made something I think you'll really like. I'm not very good at fighting, Mei, you know that. But I know that you would do anything to protect me, so I wanted to do something to help you do that. If we're both going to fight, then I want to make sure that you're safe...and that I'm safe."

"What did you make?" she asked.

He nudged her with his nose, letting her roll off of him so he could sit up and offer his hand. When she took it, he led her into the lab before pushing her to sit in a chair. "Just wait a second, okay?" He quickly put a blindfold over her eyes, causing her to giggle.

"Dan, what is all this? Just tell me what you made."

"You'll see in a second. Be patient," he replied, setting her gift on the table in front of her. Standing beside her, he held the microphone in front of his mouth. "Xuě qiú, jīhuó." Mei turned to look at him in surprise.

"What? Dan are you about to hit me with a snowball?"

"Take off your blindfold," he instructed.

Reaching behind her, she let it slip from her eyes, only to find another pair staring back at her. The small little robot was hovering just in front of her face, regarding her curiously. "Dan, what is this?" she asked confused, reaching out to gingerly touch it. As she did, its eyes grew brighter and it quickly snuggled against her hand, one of the three exhausts wiggling like a dog's leg as it did.

"Mei, meet Snowball. I know it's not quite a puppy, but at least you don't have to feed or walk him."

"Dan, this is amazing," she gasped, straightening her glasses. "Did you really make this?"

Dan shrugged his shoulders bashfully. "Among other things. Snowball will be your personal assistant on the battlefield."

"What? Dan he's so small, though...I don't see any weapons on him either. How will he help me in a fight?" She gently nudged it as it swirled around her, nuzzling against her cheek and neck, causing her to giggle more. "Not that he isn't wonderful."

"Ah, well that ties into your other present. I hope you don't mind, I borrowed your journal from Hana, and flipped through it, and I managed to use what you've taught me to make something you may be familiar with."

Moving to the side, Dan pressed a button on the console, causing it to flip over and reveal a large canister and a gun-shaped device. Silently, Mei stood, her eyes wide as she slowly moved to the device.

"Well? What do you think?" he asked.

"Dan...is this what I think this is?" she asked. "How on earth did you...I mean, where did you…?"

"I made a few modifications to the system," he admitted. "I still didn't have the sonic technology you told me about before you left, so I decided I'd rework it a bit. The canister is pressurized with a filter, and with Snowball's help…" Dan whistled, nodding to the weapon as Snowball quickly planted itself on the top of the canister. Suddenly a strange blue liquid began to flood the container. "It crafts a blend of liquid nitrogen while separating the water in the atmosphere into another canister. So...when a bad guy comes rushing up to you," Dan grabbed the gun, leveling it at a powered down drone and pulling the trigger. After a few moments, the thing was encased in ice. "Voila. He stops rushing."

"Dan, this is amazing," Mei commented.

"Oh, it gets better," he beamed.

"What? How?"

"So, by turning the cycler, here," he explained twisting a small knob on the side. "You just point it at a solid surface and…" With a flash, the moisture in the air immediately hardened, causing a series of pillars to launch upward crashing through the roof of the lab, and causing the two to cringe. "Well, you get the idea," he chuckled nervously. "Snowball also comes equipped with a highly pressurized liquid helium dispenser, but since there isn't much helium in the air, it takes some time to load up."

Mei examined the weapon with a smile, taking it carefully from Dan's hands. "You know," she commented. "I bet if we were to add a delay to the trigger here, we could use a stream of water to form an icicle. Then, so long as the base is wide enough to create a partial seal, we could launch it with the pressure from the cannister like a bullet."

"Yeah, I didn't even think about that," Dan agreed.

Mei set the gun back down before turning back to him. Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Dan. I love the gift," she whispered, kissing his lips with a gentle affection.

He kissed her back, the two of them holding one another as he smiled at her. "I'm sorry about everything, Mei," he whispered to her. "Truthfully, it hurts to see everyone treating me as if I'm made of cardboard. I'm scared...I know they are, too. Even still, is it so much to ask to not act as if I'm already dead?"

"No, it's not," she agreed. "It's not too much to ask for at all. I promise that I, for one, have not given up on you, Dan. I know you will keep fighting until the end...just like me."

"Let's go find the others," Dan suggested. "We need to be briefed on what happens next. And Mei, I just want you to know that if the decision comes down and I'm forced to leave Overwatch, I'll never be far from you."

"If you are forced from Overwatch, they'll have to throw me out, too," she assured him with a soft smile, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "But we'll burn that bridge when we get there. For now, think positive thoughts."

---

As Mercy, McCree, and Reinhardt entered the room, each had different reactions to the two individuals who had come back to life. Reinhardt started by immediately sweeping each of them into one of his massive arms and giving them both a large hug. "St-stop," Jack pleaded before wriggling out of his grasp. "It's good to see you, Reinhardt, but we've talked before about the touching."

"Oh ignore him," Ana chuckled, returning the hug to the large man. "Jack is just trying to be macho, is all. You know how men are, right Angela?"

Mercy's eyes were wide. She still could scarcely believe it as Jesse simply shrugged his shoulders. "Seems all sorts of dead people keep comin' back. Honestly, I don't really much care if you're here for good or not. So long as when the cards are down, you don't stop me from doin' my duty, then we'll get along just fine."

"What is the matter with all of you?!" Mercy suddenly exploded, causing all eyes to turn on her. "These two were our friends, our family! I cried at both of your funerals! Do you know what it's like to keep going, every day, working in a business that involves nothing short of mass murder under the veil of heroism?! I have struggled for so long, not just because I've been being dragged along by this organization, but because I was horrified by the fact that you two were individuals that I couldn't save! I was so torn up inside! I have cried myself to sleep some nights because all I could think was 'If only I'd been there, I could have saved them' and this entire time you have been lying?! Not just to me, but to everyone!"

"Calm down, Ziegler," Soldier started, but she quickly drew her pistol and shoved it into his face.

"Do not tell me to calm down, you son of a bitch!" she growled. "How dare you? How dare you?! You used to lead us, Jack and you gave it up for what? You're not a leader, you're nothing more than a coward. You didn't pretend to be dead out of honor or bravery. The honorable and brave thing to do would be to accept the consequences of your actions like an adult. Instead, you go into hiding, start ransacking Overwatch's supplies, and now you show back up and you expect me to throw a fucking parade?!"

"Angela," Ana whispered, going to rest her hand gently on her wrist and lower her gun, but immediately, the gun was turned onto herself.

"And you! You thought I had a problem with him returning?! You are by and far even worse than he is! You abandoned your own daughter! She has been struggling for years to try to make you proud of her and honor your memory and the entire time you've been doing what? Living it up somewhere with your old fling?" She glared at the two of them. "Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves for what you've done. You shouldn't have even come back at all."

Her entire body was trembling with anger until Jack cleared his throat. "I agree," he commented. "Mercy, we wouldn't have come back if it wasn't this important. I had no intentions of staying once this business was handled. This entire time, I've been fighting gangsters in Dorado, hunting mercenaries in Dubai, and chasing ghosts from my past. Those ghosts led me here, but you don't understand: Jack Morrison is dead. He was executed for his crimes as the leader of Overwatch. I gave up that identity, that life, so that you and everyone else's memories of me would be those of a hero, not those of a failure. Meanwhile, there's still work to be done, so I'm out there fighting the good fight, because an old soldier never dies."

"I, for one, am glad to be back," Ana admitted. "I left because I discovered that Overwatch had been compromised by Amelie via Talon. I didn't wish to drag my daughter through the devastation, so I vanished for her sake. Had I stayed, the world would have undoubtedly dragged her through the mud as well. Even still, I could hardly just stay idle. I've been putting your biotic rifle to good use, Mercy. It has served me well."

"Well, as much as these idle pleasantries are nice and all," Tracer interrupted. "I think it's best we address the elephant in the room."

"Agreed," Dan said behind her, walking in with Mei, causing all eyes to now move to him. "It was you, right?" he asked Ana. "You're the one who's been healing me when I was injured."

"Yes," Ana smiled. "That reminds me, how are your ribs feeling? I know my Fareeha can be a little spitfire when she is angry. I deeply apologize for her behavior. I fear I was not there to raise her in her older years, so I never was able to teach her much outside of passion for one's duty."

"Mother!" she scoffed. "Don't apologize for me!"

"Why not? You did this young man wrong, and you certainly aren't going to apologize, are you? Not to mention, you are lucky that I was there to keep him tranquil. If you'd kept going as you did, I fear he would have easily killed you."

"Mother, I'm a trained combat specialist for one of the largest security forces in the world," Pharah argued. "He couldn't possibly…"

"He could," Mei interrupted. "I've seen it."

Mercy looked between everyone in absolute bewilderment. "What are you all talking about? Dan, a killer? Have you all taken leave of your senses?"

The room suddenly fell into a hush. "You don't know," Tracer murmured.

"I'm as in the dark as she is," Jesse admitted scratching his head. "What in tarnation are you all going on about? I thought this was about some sort of mole or security leak."

"And I as well," Reinhardt added.

"Very well, I suppose we should explain," Ana sighed, dipping her teabag into her cup, her tone now lowering to that of one that was rather stern. "I fear, Mercy, your pupil is not whom he appears to be. The truth is, there is no Daniel McQueen. He has never existed, nor are there any records of his past ever being there."

"What?!" Dan cried. "I understand that I'm a sleeper agent for Talon. I get that they got ahold of me before I got here, but I have a past! I have a family and a home and…"

"All fabrications," Ana frowned. Taking a folder from her bag, she tossed it onto the table. Dan went to it, his hands trembling as he opened it. Inside, there were pictures of him, lying bloody and broken on what looked like a morgue table. "Your real name, is Todd Wilkinson. You had a pretty normal life, but during the Omnic crisis, you were pinned down in a grocery store."

"Yeah, I remember. My parents were there, and Tracer rescued me."

Trancer blinked in confusion. "Dan, your parents weren't there," Tracer explained. "You were alone. The Bastion units had you surrounded, but I dispatched them. Don't you remember?"

"No," he swallowed. "I...I remember. I remember us being so scared, and then I remembered helping you because you lost one of your guns and...and…" He began stammering nervously as he backed away from the group.

"Dan," Mei tried, taking his hand in hers. "Take deep breaths," she told him.

"Once Tracer had rescued you," Ana continued, "You immediately enlisted to join the cause, but before you could even go into orientation, you were captured by Talon, and your identity was erased from you. You were missing for over five years before you suddenly reappeared in King's Row."

"Where Tracer recognized me…" Dan murmured.

"No," Trancer sighed, the realization dawning on her. "No, Dan, you approached me. You sat beside me and ordered us both a drink. You introduced yourself to me again as Daniel McQueen, and you said that a long time ago we'd met. I remembered, so I brought you back to Gibraltar to meet Winston so that I could fulfill that promise to you."

"This can't be happening," Dan gasped, trying to back away. "No," he protested. "I know who I am! I'm Dan! I'm Daniel McQueen! I exist!"

"Dan, calm down," Mei tried, but he quickly pulled his hand from hers, his eyes wide in horror.

"I exist! I have to exist! My parents! My family, they're real, I know they are! I can remember them, they're right there!"

"Sorry, Dan," Ana corrected. "They're not. They were made up by Talon. Todd Wilkinson's family died a long time ago. It was part of the reason Talon selected you as their subject. You wouldn't be missed if you vanished for five years. You were already pretty isolated, having lived on your own for years, working a dead end job at the very grocery store you were attacked in."

Tears began to stream down his cheeks. "That's not true," he whispered. "My parents…"

"What were their names?" Jack questioned.

"What?"

"Your parents, what were their names?"

Dan rubbed his temples, trying hard to remember. If he could find their names, that meant they were real. If he found their names, that meant he was real. But despite that he could see their faces clearly, he couldn't bring himself to remember anything. "I...I don't know," he choked.

"Talon repurposed you. Originally, they planned on doing the same thing to you that they did to Amelie Lacroix. That picture was what they'd managed to do before someone new stepped in on the scene."

Soldier 76 placed a picture on the holoscreen so that everyone could see it. "This woman is another person who does not exist."

"Stop saying that!" Hana finally stated, having remained silent. "Even if Dan's memories are fabricated, he is still a person! He exists! Right, Dan?" There was no response though. "Dan?" she asked again. "Aren't you going to say something?"

The apprentice, however, was staring up at the screen, his eyes wide in awe. "I know here," he murmured. "I've seen her face before. Her name...her name is Sombra...right? That's what she calls herself."

Jack and Ana exchanged a nervous glance. "Yes," Jack told him. "She is an elite hacker that used to be a member of a gang in Mexico that call themselves Los Muertos. The Dead. She joined Talon shortly after they captured you, Dan, and she managed to come up with a solution to prevent them from torturing you further than they already had. Strictly speaking, she hacked your brain. She removed your memories and falsified others to craft you a believable backstory so that you would be able to infiltrate us once we were shut down."

"Talon made you into a lethal killing machine," Ana explained. "While you were out, they instilled within you a prime directive, specifically, your task was to gain the trust of Overwatch and send them information."

"The bugs," Winston gasped. "That's how they managed to get in here."

"What?" Dan frowned. "Winston, I'd never do that. I mean...I love Overwatch, I…" His words trailed off as Ana shook her head slowly. Without another word, Dan sank to his knees, completely dumbfounded by what they were telling him.

"Dan, or Todd, or whoever you are," Winston replied. "I know you didn't know. Don't worry, you're still one of us. Ana, Jack, skip to the part where you tell us how to fix this."

"I believe that's why I've been called here," Torbjorn beamed with a big grin on his face. "Torbjorn, ready for work," he saluted.

"Torbjorn?" Dan murmured, still in shock.

"Pleasure to meet you friend," he grinned. "Lena has told me a lot about you. I hear you're something of a fan of my work, is that not so?"

"I...I think so," the younger man replied. "I...I don't know if Talon made me that way, too."

"Well, let's find out then, shall we?" Torbjorn smirked.

"What are you talking about?" Jack demanded.

"Jack, Ana. I thought you two were dead! I imagine Angela's already given you a stern talking to, so I'll skip the lecture for now. I've got a way to disable that bitch's hold on our young friend here." He clapped Dan on the shoulder. "But I fear it may involve putting you under the knife. You okay with that, kid?"

At first, Dan said nothing. He just sat there, staring up at the image of Sombra in a daze. "Dan?" Tracer called, causing him to blink in confusion. "Were you listening?"

"What?"

"Torbjorn says we can fix you, but you have to go under for surgery. Are you okay with that?"

Dan looked at the picture of himself again, and then to Sombra. "I...I have to go," he murmured before standing up and running outside.

"Dan, wait!" Mei called after him, before rushing to catch up. Hana was about to go after him as well, but Tracer quickly put her hand on the girl's shoulder and shook her head. She knew it would be best if Mei and Dan spoke alone.

"This is absolutely unbelievable," Mercy noted. "Dan, a sleeper agent?"

"I'm actually confused as to the reason you're here," Winston commented. "I don't recall you saying you were coming."

Angela took a sharp breath. She'd forgotten completely in all the excitement. "Right! I came here to ask for help. A dear friend of mine has a mission that he needs help with. He's located Talon's Headquarters, and he and his brother are going to assault the compound."

"What? You've found Talon's base of operations? How?!" Jack demanded. "I've been searching for years and I haven't found a trace of it."

"They attempted to blackmail the older brother. His name is Hanzo Shimada, heir to the Shimada Crime Syndicate. They were hoping to twist his arm into making an alliance, but all it did was manage to piss him off."

"That's Genji's brother, isn't it?" Winston recalled. "You can't mean to say Genji is assaulting Talon all by himself."

"Afraid so," Mercy sighed. "He needs back up, and that's why I came back."

"It would probably be good to help him out," Torbjorn noted. "The surgery I was discussing is rather risky. If Danny were to have his survival failsafe kick in while in the middle of the operation, it could be lethal. This way, we can simply destroy the command center and disable it all together. We could worry about removing the transceiver later."

Jess sighed. "Looks like there's no rest for the wicked."

"We also need to get back my armor," Pharah commented. "If they found the complex, that's most likely where it's being hidden."

"Then it seems the decision is made," Winston noted. "We'll begin planning our assault right away. We'll need all hands on deck, so anyone else you can think of to bring, send out a call for aid."

"What about Lucio?" Tracer suggested. "He's a freedom fighter."

"But he won't leave so long as the corporation is there," Hana reminded Tracer. "They'll shut down the weather device if he doesn't protect it."

"Then we pull him in secret," Tracer replied.

"Start making the calls," Winston instructed.

"Yes, sir!" they all cheered.

---

Dan managed to make it to the edge of the cliff before sinking to his knees and vomiting over the side. He was breathing heavily, his entire body trembling in shock. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. He had to exist. It was this Todd Wilkinson that wasn't real, right?

Despite trying to tell himself that, he knew the evidence was there. He really didn't exist. His worst nightmares had come to life, and he had no chance of waking up from it now.

"Dan!" Mei cried, grabbing him and quickly wrenching him away from the ledge. "Dan, please! Don't do this! Please, I need you here!"

"Wh-what?" Dan asked in confusion.

"Please," she pleaded. "Don't even think about jumping."

"I wasn't going to jump," he protested. "I had to come out here because I felt sick is all."

Mei gave a loud sigh of relief. "God, you scared me half to death," she murmured. "I thought you were going to kill yourself. I'd be heartbroken if you did that, so don't even consider scaring me like that again."

He frowned, his eyes averting from hers. "Mei, you don't have to worry about me. It doesn't matter, okay? I'm not who you thought I was. I'm not Dan. Daniel McQueen...he doesn't exist. I'm Todd Wilkinson, just an unlucky guy that no one will miss."

Mei slapped him quickly across the cheek, stunning him. "You're wrong! Daniel McQueen does exist."

"But Mei…"

She held up her hand as if she were about to slap him again, causing him to fall quiet immediately. "I didn't fall in love with Todd Wilkinson," she protested. "Todd Wilkinson didn't pull me out of the ice. Todd Wilkinson didn't save my life by performing surgery on me. Todd Wilkinson didn't make love to me and he didn't shower me with love and affection. Todd Wilkinson didn't craft me weapons or say sweet things to me or take me on dates, he didn't do any of those things! Daniel McQueen did! Todd Wilkinson may have been who you used to be, but you're not him anymore!"

"I'm not anybody," he murmured.

"Stop that!" Mei demanded. "You are somebody! You are Daniel McQueen, my lab and research assistant, and my boyfriend, and you swore to me you would not give up, remember?! You said, no matter what, you wouldn't give up and leave me, and if you're saying that Dan doesn't exist, then that means he broke his promise to me and left, and the Dan I know would never do that to me!"

"But, my past…"

"Isn't important," she argued. "We have to live for the future, Dan. We can't change what's already happened. I couldn't fix that my crew died. Just like you can't fix that you were captured by Talon. But that's not important, Dan. Don't you see?" She took his hand in hers, pulling him close to her. "I love you, Dan. Not Todd...you. I don't care what your past is Dan, I just care about us being together. I want to make new memories, not dwell over lost old ones. Isn't that what you want?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I mean, if Dan isn't real…"

"You are Dan!" she said. "I'm not asking what Todd wants. I'm not asking what anyone else wants but you, Dan. I want to know if Dan loves me enough to keep his promise and stay." She began to tear up now. "Please...stay with me?"

Dan closed his eyes in concentration. So many voices and thoughts were racing through his mind, he wasn't sure what to say. He checked his heart, and sure enough, Mei was in it. He loved her. Did Talon make him love her?

Talon didn't even know she existed until I pulled her out. The thought surprised him. It was true. Talon didn't have a clue until they found out via the bugs he'd planted. "I love you," he whispered. "I...I love you, Mei."

"I love you, too, Dan."

He pulled her into his arms, nuzzling with his cheek. "I love you. Talon didn't make me love you. Talon made me, but they couldn't control my feelings for you, Mei. I love you, and I'm not going to leave you. I promise...or my name isn't Daniel McQueen."

She stared up at him with her chocolate eyes before kissing him deeply. He kissed her back with as much passion as he could give her, pressing her back against the wall of the lab. She gasped in surprise by his sudden forwardness, but willingly submitted to his affection. "Take me," she pleaded. "Make me yours, Dan."

"I'm already yours," he told her before kissing her again. This time, their tongue wrestled eagerly as they tried to taste more of each other. They couldn't get enough of their shared essence, and Dan eagerly lifted her in his arms, carrying her inside before throwing her down onto her bed.

She giggled bashfully, her cheeks burning red as she slipped out of her tank-top, before unclipping her bra to reveal her breasts to her lover. Dan began to strip as well, the two of them sharing shy smiles as they continued to remove article after article of clothing.

Soon, the two were completely exposed to one another, and it was then Dan climbed over Mei's body and placed his tip against her pussy. She bit her lips nervously, falling back with an eager gasp and spreading her legs in an attempt to make more room for him.

His hand rested on her mound, his thumb stroking clit in circles as he watched her large plump breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing. He began rubbing it faster, happy simply to feel her arousal coating his tip, but she gave a tortured whine. "Dan, don't tease me," she begged him. "Please just...nngh...I want you inside of me!'

He nodded in understanding, pressing himself inside of her slowly as he ran his hands up her body. She visibly shuddered in ecstasy when he began to knead and massage her swollen tits. He was moving so slowly! She was in torture from the way he sank into her inch by inch.

Soon, he was fully inside of her, their hips pressed together. He fell forward onto her, his lips wrapping around her nipple. He began to suck on her breasts, causing her moans to grow louder, and when she tried to grasp him to pull him close, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head.

"I thought you could overpower me," he teased her, trailing little love bites up her breast to her throat. She squirmed beneath him, her cheeks a bright red and feeling incredibly feverish. Her pussy was soaking wet now, and when Dan began thrusting, still slowly, he was amazed by how easily he glided into her body. She was so welcoming, he could scarcely believe it.

"More," she moaned. "More, Dan."

He began pumping her faster, his lips crashing on hers as they kissed. He could feel the way her now quivering thighs massaged his member, and he found it to be pure bliss. He, too, wanted more.

Her breasts began to bounce in rhythm with his pumping, and wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted it slightly so that he could penetrate deeper into her body. It began brushing against her g-spot, causing her eyes to roll back in delight.

As her moans grew louder and louder, Dan began to go wild for his lover. He bit her neck, sucking on it to leave a hickey. She slipped her hands from his grasp, dragging her nails down his back in hopes to hold him deeper inside of her.

When at last she came on his hard cock, he thought he would burst, but she quickly grasped his hips, stopping him. "Dan, wait," she panted, causing him to look at her in confusion. She began to detangle himself from him and at first, he thought she intended to leave him in the state he was in.

Already, the pain of such a thought was agonizing, but she simply slid off of the bed, falling to her knees before him. "I've been wanting to do this for you for a while," she explained timidly. "It's only fair...you did it for me, you know?"

Before Dan could ask what she meant, she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his hard cock. He gave a sharp gasp, nearly passing out from the pleasure. She began to audibly suck on his flesh, her tongue slathering it with glistening spittle as she began to bob up and down on his shaft.

He carefully pulled her hairpin from the bun she wore and set it aside, sending her brown locks falling down the back of her neck. Stroking them, he let his fingers slip through the silky strands, urging her to continue.

She eagerly obliged, moaning into his cock as she gripped its base with one hand, the other sliding between her legs to begin fingering herself. While her fingers were no substitute for her lover's dick, they still served to excite her more, and that made her hunger even more greatly to make him cum.

Dan moaned happily, his hips beginning to push back against the scientist's soft lips, enjoying the feeling of her warm breath rolling over his most sensitive parts. She began to gag as she pushed even further down on his meat, tickling the back of her throat with his tip.

He was so close! "M-Mei! I'm almost...I'm going to…" She knew exactly what was coming, and she didn't care. He'd tasted her, and she so very much wanted to taste him as well. She fell still, holding his tip just between her lips and sucking heavily on it.

His eyes rolled back as he felt release, spewing long sticky strands of his hot seed on her tongue and into her mouth and throat. Pulling back from him, Mei gave a gasp, her lips falling open to the point where he could see the thick webs of his spunk criss-crossing between her teeth and gums.

"Mei, I'm so sorry," he began, remembering Hana's anger with him, but Mei just stared deep into his eyes and without breaking eye contact, swallowed his large load. The very sight of it was enough that Dan's cock decided it had enough energy for one last spurt which arced to land on the cute girl's glasses.

She giggled softly, taking a moment to lean forward and lick the remaining semen that dribbled out of him. She swallowed that as well before taking her glasses off and climbing to sit beside him on her bed.

"You don't have to be sorry, Dan," she promised. "It was wonderful. Every second of it." She set her cum-stained glasses on the nightstand, her nude body pressing against his as she held him in her arms.

He held her, too. The two clinging to one another as if they were the only thing between life and death. "I love you, Mei," he whispered again,.

"I love you, Dan," she replied.

The two shared one more loving kiss, cuddling beneath the covers and falling asleep in one another's arms.