Title: Against the rules
Chapter 06: first steps
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Tracer's POV
Tapping out a quick message to Emily, I ask her to come around later at around tea time (dinner for Americans) to feed Eric and make sure he's okay.
What do I expect out of meeting with Widowmaker? Not being able to come back in 2-3 hours? What would happen for me not to be able to do that?
A sudden collection of images come to mind that make me want to take a cold shower. Friggin hell, I need to get my head out of the gutter.
But to be honest? I wouldn't know what to expect from that woman. Always so mysterious and she makes me question her every move. Or that maybe my obsession for the blue skinned Goddess.
I unfold the sheet of paper that was in my hands and read the scrawl left behind from last night. What do we both want? How can she be so sure?
Pff, I know what I want-
For fucks sake Lena Oxton! Get your head out of that abnormally large gutter!
But the question still lingers, what could she possibly want that I do too? I want a lot of things from her, answers, a conversation without guns, to know what we both want.
I sigh loudly, some things you just have to wait for I guess, even I can't change the speed of the time to get us there faster. I fold the sheet of paper back up and put it in a cabinet draw for later inspection. I pull on my RAF flying jacket and zips it up to my usual place.
Dropping my feet into my shoes, I lug my harness off its charging dock and over my head, placing and pulling straps until it is snug against my body.
Smiling as I glide my finger across the smooth white metal, I bloody love the feeling of putting this bad boy on, it makes me feel more secure than ever.
Being safe in this time, I subconsciously pick up my arm protectors which also carry my double pistols. Before I could place them on, I stare at them for a moment.
Do I want to be the one to put the whole conversation on edge because I brought the guns? What if this shows that I can't trust her? Well, I wouldn't trust her with my life at the moment but today's conversation could change everything.
I drop the protection onto the table, this time, it's not a battle with guns. And if she does pull her gun out on me, at least I have my chronal accelerator to get away. But I don't think she will do that. Not after letting me live so many times.
I grab my belt with my batteries inside and pull it on, strapping it securely onto my thigh and waist. What could Widowmaker possibly want?
I know I'm just torturing myself with all of these questions but what else am I supposed to do? Maybe she's taken an interest in me. She always calls me "Chérie" which translates to "sweetheart" in French. She gave me a kiss on the cheek last night. And after so many changes, she's never killed me. I don't doubt her ability one bit but is it a coincidence that I've lived so long after interfering so many times?
But last night, I felt things. Only small things that didn't bother me but after reading the note makes perfect sense. The cool feeling on my scalp that felt like the best drug in the world. And the coolness to my cheek where I later found blue lipstick there.
For god's sake I'm literally just hurting myself right now, I'll just have to find out in ten minutes when we meet up.
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Stepping into the pub, I take a large breath in. The stench of beer and several forms of alcohol stain this building and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Looking in the far corner, I see her, sat in a booth. She was wearing a black hoodie with the hood down and was looking down at the glass of what I think looks like water. She wasn't wearing her visor or anything else threatening for that matter. Her long black hair pulled back into its usual ponytail and her hands still wore the gloves she usually has on.
I make my way to the bar slowly. Not taking my eye off her.
"Lena, how can I help you?" The bartender asked, his strong stature intimidating anyone not to start a fight. How did Widowmaker know my usual pub?
"Scotch, on the rocks." I say firm but surely, still not taking my eyes off of Widowmaker. She looks down at her watch before looking around the room. Her eyes soon lock onto me, a little shocked I walked in without her noticing.
"You know her? She's been here for a while now. A bit of an odd character but she isn't showing any harm." The large bartender starts as he fills the glass with a little ice before moving to fill it with a couple of shots of Scotch.
"Yeah I know her." I bluntly say before taking my drink from him and passing him a couple of coins before giving him a firm nod and moving towards her, sipping the strong liquid once on my way.
I place my glass on the table across from her and slide into the booth she's sat in, making sure I'm opposite the French assassin.
She sits forward slightly so she can look at me better before she says. "Bonjour Chérie." It rolling off her tongue in that thick french accent.
"Hello love." I reply, trying to keep my emotions in check. The last thing we need is me having a little girl fit because of how sexy the woman in front of me is.
I saw her bottom lip clamp under her teeth as she looks at me for a moment, then to the bar, then back to me. Obviously thinking about something.
"Did you order that drink at the bar to make me wait?" She asks, her eyes locking onto mine like a predator looking at pray. I decided to go with a cocky remark rather than tell her straight.
"Maybe. Do you not like waiting love?" I ask leaning closer to try and show that she doesn't intimidate me even though I'm currently shaking my socks off.
I see her inhale for a long moment, then exhale. Making it seem like she's in deep thought before her cold, soft fingers softly clasp my chin so I can look directly at her. "Non."
Before I could protest the cool hold was off my lower jaw and she had taken a seat back, almost appearing like she was slouching but looking oh so sexy while she was.
"So, why are you taking time out of your day to talk to me rather than kill someone?" I ask leaning back in my chair too. Her eyes snap to mine for a moment before they get distracted by the window.
"I have some time off." She says. Not looking at me but outside.
"Really? I didn't think they did that." I reply, generally shocked that Talon was so generous.
"Me neither. But my new director seems rather… nice." She mutters, almost like she's talking to herself. But a glance in my direction shows otherwise.
"You still haven't answered my question." I state as I grab my glass of scotch, taking a small sip of the burning drink.
"You're a smart one aren't you? Well, it looks like I can't avoid it forever." She finishes the last part of her statement with a slight sigh. Making me wonder what she was trying to avoid before she starts to speak again.
"I am starting to accumulate feelings for you. I don't know why, or when but all I know is this, I want this, I want you, and for some strange reason… I think you want it too." Her voice pausing every couple of moments to think up of the words that were necessary.
My heart leaps in my chest, smacking my throat then my abdomen, then it moves back to my chest. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would actually have the chance with this woman. Sure I've had plenty of dreams of us being together… I'll just stop.
My face turns beet red at the reminder of certain smutty dreams that I've had of me and Widowmaker. Always waking up with little to none satisfaction and having to go solo to end the throb of my-
"Chérie? Are you okay?" Widowmaker asks, her eyes showing only concern as she looks at my bright red face.
"Y-yeah love. I just… I just feel the same way that's all." I say the part truth to my sudden redness. Her concern quickly disappears as a small smile makes her lips look so enticing.
Her eyebrows suddenly furrow as she slouches against the seat and looking down at the table as she picks up her glass of water, taking a small slip of it. If it wasn't for the look that makes it seem like she's seen the end of the world that image would have been beyond mouthwatering.
"What is it love?" It's now my turn to be concerned as her face only represents the doom of the world.
"Chérie… I'll never be free from Talons grasp, I'm their little puppet if you will, how can these feelings be presumed if I can never be around? And if Talon does find these feelings we hold for each other, they'll probably hurt us both immensely." She says, not taking her golden eyes off of the table.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I slid around the booth, taking a seat next to the blue skinned beauty. I slide my unprotected arm around her own, feeling the coolness of her skin even through the black hoodie.
"It's okay love, we'll make it work somehow." I say, looking up at the taller woman as I try to be optimistic.
She looks down at me, her golden eyes looking right into my brown ones.
"Are you sure you want this? You could get in trouble." She says softly, so only I could here, her cool breath touching my face slightly.
"Overwatch is over love. There's no one to tell me what to do." I mutter up to her, the hard truth coming out that Overwatch isn't the same as what it was, and never will be.
Her head leans down to my ear, so only I could hear for sure what she was about to say. "I'm going to tell you what to do. And you'll listen to me." A slight growl in her voice showing her slightly possessive side.
The whisper that tickled my ear caused a punch to my gut in the most pleasant way. I bite my lip hard as I try to hide how much that turned me on.
I turn to look at her eyes, firm and unmoving as they look directly at me. I feel cold hands move to my waist as I nudge my nose into hers slightly, feeling her cool skin against my own.
I could see the want in her eyes as she looked at me like a bloodthirsty animal.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else? A little more private?" She says like it wasn't a question, but a demand. I instantly nod and turn away from her, grabbing my drink and finishing it in one swift gulp.
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We step out of the public house, the streets bustling with people. Widowmaker grabs her hood and slings it over her head and I frown at her before she lets go of my hand that we put together as we was exiting the pub. She stuffs her hands in her pocket and I stand in front of her.
"What are you doing love?" I ask, gripping her wrists slightly to get her attention.
"Blue skin isn't a popular trend unless you have hypothermia. And I'm a wanted criminal." She states, only allowing me to see her perfect skin and eyes.
I look at the ground in deep thought. Only if we could get away from people. I look up and get an idea.
Before thinking too far into my plan I grab Widowmaker and blink to the rooftops. When we get there she instantly heaves and puts her hands on her knees.
"Oh shit love, I'm sorry, I forgot to warn you about it." I said, the genuine side of my comment coming through as I rub the taller girl's back as she tries to catch her breath.
"Just… please warn me next time." Widowmaker gasps out, her breathing slowly improving. I bite my lip in worry, I really shouldn't have done that without giving her any warning.
Soon enough she pulls herself together and stands up straight again, pulling her hood down so I could see her beautiful face.
I try to push my luck and start to slowly unzip her jacket, soon seeing that she has a navy blue skin tight T-shirt on. After the zipper is all of the way down I part the jacket and loop my arms around her neck.
"I like taking the roofs from now on love." I say as her arms circle my waist to hold me close to her cold body.
"That's do-able Chérie." She murmurs as she slowly sways us to the sound of the crowds and traffic.
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"Heyup Eric!" I exclaim as the large German Shepard bounds up to me and the blue skinned woman. We came in through the balcony after a long stroll on the rooftops. It was quite romantic.
I ruffle his big ears as I walk us into the living room area. Widowmaker following closely. Eric soon notices her and barks, but not in anger in happiness.
"It was you! You caused Eric to bark last night didn't you?" I almost yell as I turn on the French woman.
"It was unintentional." She murmurs, a darker blue hue coming to her cheeks.
"As well as the kiss on my cheek?" I ask cheekily. And I know for a fact, I got her on that one.
"H-how- w-what? I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Her fumbling at the beginning of her sentence proves my point as right and I giggle cuddling up to her cool front.
"It's fine love. I don't mind you sneaking into my apartment." I whisper softly as I pull away moving to the other side of the room to remove my harness. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be there in a moment." I speak loud enough to hear me.
Unbuckling the thing came much more harder as I feel cool fingers fumble with the clasps as a certain person's cool breath tickled my neck.
"I'd much prefer to help you Chérie." She whispers against my heating up body as she slowly but professionally undoes all of the necessary buckles.
Soon, the harness loosely hangs on my body, nothing holding it securely any more as all of the buckles are undone. I feel her cool fingers trail in places where they've never been before as she slowly lifts the heavy equipment over my head before placing it on charge even though I haven't used it much today.
I turn around to face her as she turns back to look at me after the harness was placed securely on the charging dock. Her hands move to my face as she directs me closer to her.
"I think you've made me wait long enough for this Tracer." She murmurs as I get pulled in close, only inches of air to separate us. Her lips are slightly parted and ready for my own as I desperately want to do that with her.
She crashes her lips to my own, not waiting to make it romantic, all we need is our passion and for our brains to work so we can kiss.
I react against her lips, pressing my own harder against hers. Her soft lips, greedy for my own as she pulls us closer together. Our bodies touching very slightly. My hands move to her waist. Making sure to pull us as close as the clothes would allow us.
I want this. I want her.
Her tongue pokes my lips softly in a polite way to ask for entry. I grant it her without a doubt as her tongue dives into my now parted lips.
We fight, something we're both pretty good at, for dominance. I knew from the beginning it was a losing fight. Every part of my being telling me that she was my dominant. And I didn't resist it.
We walked while kissing, trying to coordinate ourselves as we move towards the best thing to make out on. The couch.
As I started to feel the material on my lower leg, I tried to sit down but that wasn't going to happen while my tongue was being ravished by the assassin.
I suddenly lose the feeling of her hands on my face until I feel them again on the back of my knees. Widowmaker pulls away for a moment before pulling my legs out from under me and causing me to flop on the couch, back first.
I didn't have time to catch my breath when a set of blue lips crashed back onto my own. But I wasn't complaining. My fingers find their way into the blue woman's hair as I pull her closer for a tighter lip lock.
This was too good to be true.
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Our jackets were thrown aside. Our bodies were pressed tight against each other as we layed face to face on the couch.
Widowmaker's fingers were clamping down on my hair causing all sorts of pleasure to roll through me. My fingers slid up the back of the woman, pulling the top with it, showing the room her tight back that was compact with muscle.
My leg hooked around her waist, pulling her closer to me in all ways. I want more. Fucking hell, I want more.
Our tongues were dancing with each other. Her's graceful and precise, mine quick and submissive. It made ecstasy roll through us both as we would moan every now and again if the other touched a sweet spot.
There was a scared scream and we both sit up to see a small ginger woman at the door covering her eyes.
Fuck, how could I forget about her?!
I quickly jump up off the couch. "Shit, sorry Em, I completely forgot. What time is it?" A quick check of my watch shows that it is about half past five in the afternoon.
I mutter a string of curses as I go into the kitchen, Eric following, knowing exactly what time it is. After quickly dumping a can of dog food in his bowl and refilling his water, I give him a pat on the side as I walk back into what looks like a conference between Donald Trump and Obama talking about where people are born.
Widowmaker was sat up on the couch giving Emily the largest death glare she could muster. And if looks could kill, they would have both died in half a second. Emily was trying her hardest to give one back to Widowmaker but failing miserably next to the assassins cold nature. No pun intended.
"Sorry love, I completely forgot. You can still get paid though, for making the effort to come." I say, distracting the redhead from my… my… what are we? I'll have to check later.
I grab a note and some coins off the cabinet and pass it her before she smiles and moves to leave, not without giving Widowmaker a hard glare though.
As soon as the door closed I sigh heavily, Jesus that was intense.
I start to walk back to Widow and see her looking at me with an unreadable expression.
"What?" I ask, obviously stumped at what has gotten her in such a mood.
"Who was that?" She asks. Her voice breaking slightly from overwhelming emotions. Does she think..?
"Don't be silly. She's only my dog carer." I roll my eyes as I take a seat next to her, taking her hand in my own. "I would never want anyone but you." I mutter as I kiss the back of her hand
"Merci, Chérie." She purrs before taking my waist in her hands and pulling me on top of her like I was nothing but a feather. My thighs straddle her own and I sit on her lap, content with how were sat.
"You're so cute when you're jealous." I mutter before giving her lips a quick peck with my own as I wrap my arms around her neck.
"I was not jealous." Widowmaker grumbles, before adding. "Just protective."
"You was definitely jealous."