Title: Against the rules
Chapter 15: Homecoming
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Tracer's POV
"When Sombra comes back can you tell her where I am?" Hana asks, packing up the stuff that she brought with her. Her visit was cut short due to her work, she needed to live stream soon and she can only do that in her own apartment.
"Will do love." I reply, as I step towards the door, getting ready to open it for her. She pulls the bag up onto her shoulders as she moves towards me. Her arms held out for a hug to cast me farewell.
I loop my arms around her waist and pull her snug against my body, this small teen is truly my bestest friend and I wouldn't trade her for the world. Just don't tell Lucio that.
"I'll miss you. Don't forget to visit soon." I mumble into her shoulder as her arms clamp around my neck holding me tight. I didn't want to let go but I had to.
After a moment we part and Hana gives me a small smile as she turns towards the door, I step in front of her and pull the door open, allowing her to step out of the apartment.
"See you later love, I'll make sure to tell your girl where you are." I wink at her as she turns red. Her middle finger protrudes from the rest of her digits making me laugh slightly.
She smiles a little understanding that it is just a joke before she starts to walk to the stairs giving me a backwards wave as she disappears down the exit of this floor.
Before I could close the door I see a familiar mop of red hair on the steps that Hana just walked down.
"Heya Emily. Thanks for coming on such early notice and for accepting what I asked you to do. It means a lot." I tell the smaller dog carer as she makes it to my door, smiling at me warmly.
"It's no problem Lena. I'm happy to help you." She says as her fingers link together in a seemingly normal act but was actually a nervous impulse for the ginger.
I whistle loud, catching the attention of Eric as he bounds up to the door where I am before sitting beside me from force of habit from the times I take him for walks so I could put his leash on him.
I take the said leash from the side of the door and connect it to his collar, Eric's tail wagging in anticipation.
I hand the handle to the smaller woman and she takes it with no hesitation our fingers touching slightly in the exchange.
"Do you mind me asking why you can't have him in the apartment?" Emily asks, Eric lifts his head to nuzzle my hand and I stroke his head affectionately.
"I have a couple of things to do and it would be more efficient if he was just at your house instead of you having to come here all of the time." I say, giving her a small smile in my gratitude for what she's doing for me.
This seems to be enough for her as she nods before bidding me goodbye and leaving with my dog in tow.
I sigh and close the door, making my way to the couch before flopping on it. My back colliding with the cushion pleasantly.
Why can't Amélie hurry up?
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I'm sure my face was crimson at this moment in time.
My curiosity won over from just a small thought and I now found myself surfing the internet in ways to seduce Amélie in French. I'm sure if Hana or Lucio saw what I was doing they would laugh at me for eternity. But I just want to impress the woman I care very deeply for! What better way than to learn how to say unsayable things to her?
A question still lingers though… would Amélie like it? Would it have the desired effect that I want from the blue skinned woman?
As I roll the thought over and over in my head, I almost didn't notice the two sets of footfalls into my apartment.
"Where's Hana?" I heard the familiar but new Hispanic girl ask, her tone almost worried or disappointed at her absence. I quickly shut the laptop lid before my French woman could look at the screen and turn to look at the pair, my chest throbbing in panic and the familiar rush of adrenaline.
"She - um, she went home." I answered, noticing how me slamming the laptop shut could have looked suspicious. Hell, it did look suspicious. And my stammering only added to the devastation of the situation.
Luckily, the Spanish girl didn't care much for my unusual actions, her eyes looking into the distance, probably thinking about the Korean.
"She actually wanted you to go see her when you got back, I'll get the address…" I say, starting to reach out for a notepad and pen to jot down the road and number that my friend lived at.
"No need. I know where that chika lives... I'll get out of you two's hair." her last comment directed more to Amélie her lips lifting at one corner forming a smirk that only Amélie must have understood.
Amélie's brows furrow as she looks at Sombra, her golden eyes shining in challenge. But before anyone could say anything, the dark skinned woman retreated towards the door.
"Be good Widowmaker. Don't do anything I wouldn't." Sombra gleefully responded before stepping back out of the balcony and disappearing over the ledge. Not giving anyone a chance to speak back to her comments.
I turn my head to look at my Amélie and my heart skips a beat, she's just so perfect. Her slender but strong figure makes my salivary glands work on overdrive, her flawless skin begging to be licked and kissed, those golden eyes still looking out of the balcony where her friend just vanished.
I just can't believe a woman this beautiful exists.
Amélie's silence and unmoving suddenly stops when her body visibly relaxes as she rolls her eyes while turning to look at me. Her lips expressing only a ghost of a smile.
I fully turn my body so I'm sat on my knees and my arms are on the back of the couch so I don't hurt my now aching neck further from craning it to look at her. I let a small smile tug at my mouth, granted it was a little nervous but I still show how I feel about her in such a simple gesture.
How do I feel about her? Now that very complex question can be left for another day. However my brain didn't stop rolling words through my head. Surely knowing how I feel about someone can't be so hard. I am the owner of my body and I should know how I'm feeling so why is it so hard to understand?
My mind zones back into the physical word suddenly as I see movement. My Amélie was shifting to remove her jacket, her body not faulting one movement due to her injury, making the view so much more tantalising.
I decide to use the words from the site I just read from. There's no better time to do so. Her physically right body begging for my attention.
"V-venez i-ici." I said aloud, my heavy British accent stopping the words from flowing normally and I'm more than positive it wasn't pronounced right either. I decided to use the words "come here" the site suggested mysterious but also suggestive, my lack of creativity leaning me towards the two basic words.
I hear a beautiful ring of laughter, almost distracting me from being embarrassed from the words I just said. Almost.
Amélie's laughter stopped almost as sudden as it started, her bright smile still lingering as she slowly walks towards me at her own leisure.
"Your pronunciation could use some work but, bien sûr, ma chérie." Her French words flowing off her tongue flawlessly, embracing my ears in such a way my whole body shudders in pleasure.
"Will you tell me what that means?" I ask, Amélie getting closer to me by the second. Her smile turning into a kind, caring lip curl.
"It means: of course, my sweetheart or darling, it depends on the perspective." Her slightly informational tone tells, her steps stopping as she comes in closer to me.
She lifts her hand from her side as she presses it to my neck, her thumb caressing my jaw slowly as those golden eyes look into my own. I gently lean against it, loving the feel of her cool skin on my own.
"Vous êtes très séduisant lorsque vous parlez Français." She says, her eyes becoming more concentrated on my face afterwards.
"And what does that mean?" I ask again, her French purr making me want more by the second.
"You sound very alluring when you speak French." She replies, her other hand lifting to hold the other side of my neck, her thumb playing with the other side of my jaw affectionately.
I feel a sudden rush to my lower stomach. There's no way that she's flirting with me in french, is there? A wave of embarrassment comes over me as I look down and feel the tinge of red dust across my cheeks.
"Oh Chérie… you're just too adorable…" Amélie muses, her fingers grazing my neck in small circles while her thumbs stroe my flaming cheeks. Desperate to change the subject I say the first thing that comes to mind.
"How's the side?" referencing to the bullet hole in her side, I move my own hand to caress where it is, or where it should be.
"It's okay, I got some medical equipment and it should be all healed up, but I think we should wait until later for that." she says, putting emphasis on the last word to suggest what we planned to do when she was fully healed, so much for moving away from embarrassing subjects.
I nod in understanding before moving my face away from her hands. Causing her face to contort in confusion. I get up from the couch and stretch my legs and arms over my head, my back releasing some reliving knots.
I turn to look back at Amélie to see her eyes looking up and down my body possessively before her head snapped back up to my face, remembering what she's looking at. Her eyes catch mine and they panic slightly, noticing that I saw her looking at me in such a way.
"I think you need to convince yourself not me to wait…" I say a little sarcastically, then ask her genuinely "Are you hungry love?" stepping around the couch so i'm next to her. Her impressive height making me look up but I didn't mind. I'll just buy a stepping stool.
"Wait… you have food? In your apartment?" Amélie asks, her smile giving the indication that she was messing with me which made her earn a weak slap to the arm. She laughs slightly, moving in close for her hands to sneak around my waist.
"Yes I do and no, you will not get the privilege of holding me from that comment." moving out of her grasp, I head towards the kitchen, turning to stick my tongue out at her as I go.
"Now you're just being unreasonable." the blue woman deadpanned, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the back of the couch. I pop open the fridge and look at its sparse contents. I need to buy some new food but there should be enough for the two of us for tonight.
I pull out some chicken and set it on the counter directly next to the fridge so I can keep looking for something else to put with the white meat, well it's looking kind of pink at the moment.
"Make sure it light. I don't want to be full when i'm dealing with a certain issue you've been having for a couple of days." the french beauty purred into my ear, her hands clamping down on my hips causing me to jump slightly, how the fuck did she move so quietly?
A desire inside me flares up, I want her, I want her now. Her vibrant accent causing such vigorous reactions in my anatomy that I can't help but spin round, grab her face with both of my hands and clamp our lips together in a tight embrace of heavy love, a love that can only be achieved with a throb between your legs and when you're stood next to the sex goddess that I like very much.
Her reaction was instant, moulding her lips to press against my own, our bodies become one as we fumble our way back towards any stable surface that could hold us, my back hits the cold contents of the fridge, knocking over a herb plant that I thought Amélie would like.
Our lips stumble over each other from the awkward moment, our foreheads pressed together in a silent declaration of care and devotion while we gather our bearings. My chest heaved for oxygen, or was it begging to be clung to the tall woman again? I wouldn't know. All I know is that this woman means the world to me and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
"Go sit down, I'll cook. You distract me too much to watch anyway." she whispers against my nose, the breeze from her mouth ghosting my lips in a silent promise to return the two jigsaw pieces together later.
I nod distantly, still captured by her spell. I see her pull away slightly, trying to break the connection enough so we don't end up in a passion filled tussle again. Her lips crack up in a small smile at the affect the kiss had on me. I push myself away from the refrigerator, and manage to get back into the blue woman's orbit.
"Go. Sit." She says lowly, her voice full of unquestioning command but a tender side that I know only I will ever see. Nod again, still unable to form coherent words as I slowly step past her. I look at her the entire time I spent leaving the kitchen.
And she didn't look away either.