Title: Against the rules

Chapter 08: Cold Shower

AN: Some-BODY! once told me the world was gonna roll me... Ugh such a good song. as always, reviews are great, I read them all. I'll try to send a thank you but that depends if I have time.

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I feel the hum of my body as it slowly brings me back to the conscious world. I didn't want to open my eyes, my dream was too good. I wanted it back.

Widow left a trail of kisses down my neck, causing me to shiver in pleasure. My hands play with the collar of her top as her cool fingers duck into the hem of my shirt, but not going any further. Her teasing fingers stroked along my bare hips and back, causing goosebumps to explode along my skin in the best way. Her head lifts away from my neck to look into my eyes. Fuck, those golden eyes are such a turn on when she looks at me like that. Her face stern but softer that it would usually be if she was on a mission. Her pink tongue flicked out to moisten those slightly plump lips as she moves closer to my face, about to capture my lips in her own. I was so ready for those cool muscles to touch my own but the dream screeched to a stop, only showing black as I start to wake up.

If only I could go back to sleep and carry on that wonder of a dream. But unfortunately, I had to wake up. But the coolness in my face made me believe I was much more fortunate than I thought.

I slowly opened my eyes, only allowing some light in to stop me from flinching back and closing them again. I tilted my head back to see that my face was happily nestled in the crook of the blue woman's neck, her body close to my own. Taking a quick look around, I notice that we're in fact not in the living room anymore.

We're in the room that I rarely use for sleep, always accidentally sleeping on the couch rather than my own bed. I smile knowing that I didn't come here last night and Widowmaker must have carried me so I would be comfortable.

Jesus this woman gets more and more cute by the second. I can't believe she was so kind to bring me to bed. But I smugly smile too, because she wouldn't do this for anyone else, this was for me and me only. She's adorable.

I try to readjust myself to no anvil, Widow had me in a death grip. But it didn't bother me that much, even more sleep for me and I'm closer to this beauty.

I softly peck the taller woman's cheek and nuzzle back into her neck, making sure my nose can only smell the amazing scent of the Talon Assassin.

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After a couple of hours of sleep, my body starts to urge me to move, not agreeing with staying in one place for too long.

An obvious advantage to staying here was Widowmaker but even her beautiful face wouldn't persuade my body not you want to move eventually. Speaking of the blue woman's face, I glance up to see her still peaceful face as she is asleep.

I would love to know how she could stay this still and sleep for this long. I'll just have to train her to move during sleep so my back won't complain too much.

I can't take it anymore. I have to move. If I don't I will combust from many things including boredom, back pain and the need to move.

I test her grip. tugging at her hands softly to try not to wake the older woman. Fuck, how does she hold on this tight while sleeping? It's hot, but mildly irritating when I have to move.

twisting and turning my body softly, I shuffle downwards as soft as I can. Hopefully this doesn't wake the goddess.

Eventually, I duck my head under her arms and roll away in the most unsexy manner, I turn quickly to see if she woke from all of the commotion and luckily she just turns to her back for a more comfortable position as she sleeps.

Sighing silently, I pump my fist in victory. Now that I was free from her hold I wonder what I should do now. I stand up and move silently through the carpeted room and remember that I need a shower.

I go to a door, not the one that leads to the rest of the apartment but the other one. Pushing it open I walk into a small meter long hallway, it's walls partly lined with hung up clothes. At the end of the hallway, it changes into a green tiled bathroom, equipped with a shower, toilet and sink.

I start running the water in the shower as I fumble out of the clothes I wore yesterday, tossing them into the washing basket that would get sorted later, well, that's what I tell myself.

Before hopping in the shower, I grab my toothbrush and top it with some toothpaste before tucking it in my mouth and hopping in the shower. Mercy calls this strange but I call it efficient.

As I scrub my teeth with one hand, I lather my hair and body with the other. I have learnt to close my mouth while doing this instead of having a "citrus" flavour in my mouth. I don't even know why they give them flavours, they never taste like the thing they say they are.

I rinse my hair as I take my hand out and drop the toothbrush back in the cup that holds it. I sigh as I let the water run over me, enjoying the simple things in life.

Well obviously, I can't do that.

A large thud can be heard from the bedroom and my heart skips beats. What's happened? I twist the old fashioned knob to turn off the water and launch myself out of the shower.

Picking up my towel as I go, I pull it around my body and jog through the hallway and into the bedroom where I see Widowmaker.

She was sat at the edge of the bed, her upper body bent down as she pulls on her boots. Where is she going? Why is she leaving me?

"Where are you going love?" I ask, my voice more timid then it should be. Her head looks up at me, her eyes flickering over my body for a moment before she sits up and looks at my face.

"I have to go check the safe room and figure out where to put my stuff. Don't worry ma Chérie, I'll come back." She reassures me, her smile making my chest warm up as I pull the towel closer to me.

"You can bring your stuff here if you want." I kick the floor slightly and look down, my teeth clamping my lips nervously. I just want her to be safe and not be hurt by Talon again.

I feel a pressure on my hips and look up a little to see Widowmaker has her hands on them and is tugging me towards her. I slowly move towards her and goes to sit next to her thinking my lack of clothes would be inappropriate to sit on her lap but Widow has other ideas.

I get pulled more roughly onto her lap and clench my towel to my chest tighter feeling it slip slightly. I feel Widowmaker's cool breath on my shoulder as she whispers "Okay Chérie." before planting her lips softly to the sensitive flesh of my neck

I bite my lip hard trying not to moan, only making my breath become more ragged and my head fill with the want for more. I feel Widowmaker's fingers trail along my covered body, never roaming too far. I she's such a lady.

Suddenly, I get pushed down onto the bed with Widowmaker over the top of me, her legs straddling my thighs and her hands at either side of my head.

Forgetting about the towel, I grab her head and pull her down, connecting her lips to my own. My fingers slide up to her hair as I tuck my fingers into her tight ebony ponytail. I could feel her kisses getting tougher after I've done this and know I've found her weakness.

Her tounge starts poking my lips, begging for entry. I consider rejecting it to make her more dominant but I want this as much as she does so my lips part to allow her entry.

I lick her tounge with my own, twirling it around the soft muscle, I hear her groan and know I've found another soft spot. But before I know it her tongue is fighting back, licking my own in ways that make me moan out and want to pull her body to me.

Before I know it, her mouth was off mine and was slowly making its way to my neck, pecking kisses along my cheek and jaw. She soon reaches my neck and takes a good mouthful in where my neck meets my head.

I couldn't help but moan out, her lips clamping tightly on my skin as she sucks it with all of her might, locking her teeth down slowly and sometimes giving the soft skin a little lick.

Is she..? Is she giving me a love bite?!

I couldn't stop her, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I moan out more as she bites down a little harder. My body bucks up, wanting to be felt by the woman that has caused me so much pleasure from just one area.

Her mouth finally pops off my neck before she tilts my head to the opposite side of it so she can examine her handy work. She leans down and licks the probably angry area before leaning up to my ear and whispering.

"Mine."

I couldn't reply right now, my throat having a ball of pleasure in it. So I just nod at her. I was her's. And she's mine. No one will take her away from me.

She spares me one last kiss, applying all the care she felt for me in it, in turn, making it softer than all of the others. When she lifts up her head I couldn't help myself, I wanted more.

I lift my head to meet her lips but before my lips touched hers, they touched something else, I open my eyes to see it's her index finger.

"Later ma Chérie. Or we won't be able to leave this bedroom." She purrs, adding a sly wink at the end that made my heart skip beats and a rush of blood to flow to my lower stomach.

She slowly got up and walked out of the room, probably leaving through the balcony. Well, while she's gone, I think I should take a cold shower.

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I was sat on the couch, very much enjoying the book I was reading. It was Eric Brown in one of the first planes he flew. He portrays his feelings perfectly for me to be so engrossed in the novel not to hear Widowmaker come in through the balcony.

But the feeling of partially wet lips on my neck dragged me back into reality. I quickly slot my bookmark in the page I was at so I wouldn't forget where I was because I have a feeling I would forget fast around the blue woman.

I placed the book on the coffee table and turn my head to see my Widowmaker with her visor on her head, deactivated. I smirk slightly and place my lips on hers. I missed her while she was gone, her smooth lips made me sigh happily.

"Ah. Ma Chérie. What have you done to me?" I hear her whisper, my pet name making me shiver in delight.

"Give me another kiss and I might find out for you love." I say cockily, giving her a quick wink. Her face pulls up into a smile as she laughs for a moment she stands straight and drops her stuff behind the couch coming around it.

She drops on the sofa heavily and I stroke her shoulder slightly, moving a little closer. She looks at me for a moment before her visor shuts. I frown slightly before it opens back up and she smiles slightly.

"Why did you do that? Do you have x-ray vision or something?" I say, thinking about everything she could have seen and blushing hard.

"Yeah but I didn't use it… Yet…" she says with a suggestive tone making me launch forward and grab her visor. Luckily it just slides off her head. I feel her grab my waist as she tussles me down. My hands holding the visor tightly as I giggle.

I put the visor on the coffee table and grab her hands holding them to me so she wouldn't grab for it. Her head moves down to my ear slowly.

"Hmm, so you won't let me enjoy myself? Well, there are better ways to see under those clothes." She whispers causing my body to shiver in want.

Soon the tables are turned as she grabs my own hands and thrusts them above my head in an attempt to tame me. Her lips meet my own in a passionate lip lock. I didn't protest. I begged for more.

My legs swing around her waist and hook themselves at her lower back, pulling her cool body close to my scorching one. She sits up a little and releases my hands but her pointed look made it clear that they wouldn't move. I'd never disobey her orders.

Her long fingers grip her zipper and slowly pulls it down, revealing a purple top that hugs her figure just right, her breasts pressed against the material but not tearing it. Her strong upper body shown in the pretty much skintight top. It made my mouth dry, I licked my lips.

She slowly slides the hoodie off her arms and tosses it on her visor, her strong arms from handling a sniper contorting like chiseled marble. Every inch of this blue goddess was the definition of perfect.

I see her eyes lock onto my neck just where the lovebite is. Her fingers softly move my jaw to the other side as she sighs happily. Her head lowering slightly as she grazes her lips across the red skin softly before whispering "mine." Into my neck

She sits up a little before letting her fingers roam my waist where my RAF top meets my blue skintight trousers. I bite my lip as I watch her fingers do their work.

They slip under the hem painfully slow, they stroke my hot skin slowly, making slow circles as her fingers become more daring. Her fingers trace to my hips slowly, holding my pelvis softly before she continues.

Her fingers slowly glide up my stomach, her cool skin reacting with my own in ways I didn't think was possible, I groan softly without intention and quickly cover my mouth with my arm.

My shirt gets pulled up fast only going up to below my breasts before her hands clamp on my arms, lifting them back over my head.

"Did I say you could do that Chérie? I want to hear you." At those words my face flushes bright red and I nod softly causing her to reward me with a quick peck on the lips.

"Good girl." She murmurs before moving her hands back to my stomach. Her cold fingers caressing every bump and curve of my lower torso. I let out little grunts every time she touches somewhere that is a little too sensitive. I swear she's doing it on purpose now.

Her fingers slowly move to the hem of my sports bra before she slips her hands over my covered mounds, causing me to moan softly at the feeling of her cool hands on my covered breasts. My nipples start to harden at the cold as well as the building heat in my lower regions.

I could tell Widowmaker was really holding herself back here. Her eyes was begging for everything to come off but she must be a little shy so I give her a little encouragement.

"Widowmaker…" I moan out as her cool fingers twirl around my hardened nubs. Unexpectedly, she grabs my under arms and pushes me down hard giving me a partial glare. I shiver thinking I'll be told off but this woman is full of surprises.

"Amélie. Call me Amélie." She growls, her lips pulling up to bare her teeth as she leans down to grab my bottom lip in her white teeth.

"If you call me Lena." I manage through her desperate bites and my body wanting more.

"Deal Lena." She purrs. Her name rolling off of her tounge making my whole being heat up. I want her.

"What are you waiting for then, Amélie?" I say cockily, knowing that me saying her own name would have some impact on her.

Her fingers move from my arms as she grips the hem of my sports bra before yanking it so it stays above my breasts, showing my pale mounds and pink nipples.

I moan out at the feeling of her colder mouth on my breast, sucking the sensitive skin. Her tongue reaching out to caress my pink nub. My stomach rolled with pleasure as I couldn't help but move my hands down to hold her hair so she doesn't move away and deprive me of having this pleasure.

Luckily she didn't comment on it as she continued to kiss and lick my heaving chest.

But all good things come to an end.

A knock could be heard from the door. "Tracer? You in?" I heard the muffled Swiss doctor say.

I turned to look back at the blue assassin her face looking like a deer in headlights which probably is mirrored in my face.

We're fucked.

Well I was about to be if she didn't walk in.