Title: Against the rules

Chapter 17: After shock

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Widowmaker's POV

What…?

What the hell happened?

She can't have said that…

She can't…

She can't love me…

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I feel her shift slightly. She always shifts when she's about to wake up. Should I stay asleep or just wake up? Would it be awkward if I woke up?

For god's sake, wake up.

I hear the spider sigh. I must me driving him mad with my erratic thinking.

Yeah, you are. So wake up and talk to her about it.

I guess he's right. I open my eyes and blink hard a couple of times to try to chase my tiredness away.

I glance down at Lena's head that was comfortably nestled on my bare chest. She looked so peaceful when she slept. I could see her slowly waking up; her breathing becoming shallower and her body shifting.

She was trying to fight it now, her eyes clenching like it would stop the inevitable. She's so adorable. I should make my presence aware.

I place my hand on her shoulder, rubbing in slow circles to ease her awake.

I hear her hum slightly as she buries her face into my own shoulder, her leg flicking over my own.

"Morning." I hear her groggy morning voice whisper against my skin. She places a half hearted kiss on my chest, being too lazy to sit up and place it on my lips.

"Morning beau." I whisper to her, leaning down a little to place a kiss on her head. I see her smile contently as she presses closer to me for a moment.

"Oh shit!" She suddenly explodes, throwing herself up and looking at me in disbelief.

Oh good, she's bringing it up rather it being me doing it later. This will make my day a whole lot better.

"I passed out and didn't do you." she almost yelled more angry at herself than the person she's basically shouting at.

Wait what? That isn't my problem. I don't care if she passes out or not, it was actually quite flattering that she did so.

"I'm so so sorry. I didn't expect for it to happen, I can usually stay awake for longer." she rushed out, trying to amend something that was perfectly fine.

I grab her hands and pull her down for a kiss. Lifting my head slightly to make it a little deeper.

When I pull away I stroke her cheek with my thumb. Kissing her nose, brow and forehead, all in that order.

"It's okay. It must have been the pillow. It makes women have a harder orgasum." I whisper to her as I pull her back down to cuddle with me.

"So that's what that does. You made me curious." she comments as she nuzzles into my neck slightly, breathing in deeply.

This… this moment. Is just perfect. Nothing shorter than divine. It has made me… happy… I haven't been like that for a long time… a very long time.

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I flip a white fluffy pancake with pinpoint accuracy and precision.

"y' know, being an assassin has given you some good perks." Lena's voice rings from behind me, I look back and see her preparing fruit as she watches me.

"Like?" I wiggle the pan, making sure the pancake gets fully cooked.

"Being amazing in bed." she says as she stands behind me looping one arm around my waist as the other grabs a piece of pancake from the small stack I already made. "And making brilliant pancakes."

"Quiet you." I say as I deliver a swift smack to her rear that are clad with blue underwear. I rest my hand there for a while to admire the feel of it before Lena pulls away.

"hands on pan only. Or I'll have to deal with what didn't get dealt with last night." she gives me a sly wink as she moves back to the fruit. God she's so sexy.

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We take a seat on her couch with our plates. She leans on my shoulder as one of my arms loop around her waist. I swear having sex makes people more affectionate.

After trying a few bites and craving something a little more… lewd.

"You know what will make this breakfast better? Your cum smothered all over it." I whisper in her ear, making sure my French purr stands out more.

I can tell by the quiver in her breath and how her fork unexpectedly clatters to her plate that she wants this.

I place my own plate on the table and take hers away and put it beside it. I am going to eat her up.

I kiss her neck roughly as my hand clenches on her breast and massages it. I hear her let out a soft moan which only fueled my need even more.

I slide my hand down my top she was wearing slowly, teasing by going slower as I come closer to her vulva.

I kiss her ear softly before gripping it with my teeth as I glide over her panties slowly. Feeling the heat between her legs and the slight dampness.

"Amélie…" I hear her softly groan as her legs spread wider. I love it when she gets needy.

I slowly lower each side of her panties so they're at her knees and I slowly rub her vaginal lips, dipping into her entrance every now and again to feel how soaked she is.

I go for my plate next, picking up a piece of the fluffy pancake before lowering it to her vagina. I see her bite her lip softly as she feels the warm soft food on her most sensitive area.

I scoop it into her entrance, making sure to pick up plenty of cum before I bring it to my mouth and eat it. God why did not one invent this before? It tastes so good.

"My breakfast tastes amazing with you all over it." I whisper to her as my fingers move back between her legs, rubbing her clit slowly.

"Amélie… I need…" she manages to get out, trying to form her words around the moans that was escaping her.

"Tell me what you need beau." I say as I open up her vagina slowly and close it back up using my fingers.

"I need something in… in there…" she stutters out. And I understand completely, the odd throb that sometimes surfaces that makes you want something inside.

"Okay Chérie. I'll find something." I whisper to her giving her a hard kiss on the lips but before I get up Lena grips my arm softly.

"under my bed." she groans out.

I smirk and nod, getting up to retrieve the requested item.

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What I found was better than expected. Under her bed is a stash of sex toys and pornography. The latter didn't surprise me but what I found within the sex toys did.

I walk back into the living room with something new in front of my legs. Lena seemed to close her eyes while she was waiting, one hand between her legs in an attempt to ease herself as her lip clamps between her teeth.

I make it to her without making a sound. As I look closer she was slowly thrusting her fingers inside of her, them getting sloppier as she continues the rhythm.

I spank her thigh softly to make her aware I'm here and so she can get ready for me. She's so out of it she doesn't even jump, she slowly shifts to the arm of the sofa so her entrance is just the right hight for me as I get in front of her.

I kiss her softly as I pull her leg around me for a better entrance. I'll be honest, I'm not new to strap on penis'.

I slowly push it inside of her, holding onto her hips softly as I let her get used to its shape.

Lena's fingers grope down my body slowly before they reach between my legs as she goes underneath the strap to slowly press her fingers to my clit.

It was like electricity going through me. I've never been pleasured so much by a single hand touching this much.

I gently thrust into her, feeling the wave of pleasure as her fingers rub into my clit a little more and her soft groan making me want more.

I start to thrust ecstatically, my head lurching back as I feel Lena's hand, that she used on herself, grinding onto my most sensitive spot.

I couldn't get enough, I thrust my hips forward and up earning some hefty moans out of the both of us.

We was getting close. I could feel it. Her voice was crying out my name and I was hers. I want her. I want her for the rest of my life, however short it will be. She was mine.

We topple back onto the couch as my orgasum hits first, tuning my legs to jelly, followed by her own. I pant hard as I just lay on her, trying to regain some sort of coherence to my thoughts.

"That was…" Lena starts, losing her words in another deep breath that her body demanded.

"amazing." I mutter, finding a nestling place between her breasts.

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We soon moved back into the bedroom, the strap was put away and we was laid together, just enjoying each other's presence.

But then a subject came up that ruined the tranquility of today.

"when are you leaving?" Lena asks softly, her fingers easing through my ebony locks.

I look at the digital clock on the bedside table and sigh.

"soon." I whisper gently. My hand stopping it's trail it was making along the hot skin.

She swallow hard. Not daring to look at me for a moment. Like it would hurt her.

"Lena…-"

"You should go take a shower." she cuts me off. Still not looking at me. I watch her for a small moment before nodding slightly and getting up.

I go to the bathroom and look back at her before I step inside. She looks so lost. So… hurt.

I bite my tongue softly to stop me from saying anything and to dim the pain in my chest.

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"You can keep some stuff here just incase you're on a mission and you need to lay low." Lena states, she's now dressed and helping me pack some of the stuff I need.

I pull my visor on my head and place my gun in my bag. She's hiding how sad she is about me leaving. I pull my grapple onto my arm and calibrate it.

"We need to talk about last night." I start. Pulling my jacket off the floor and over my arms.

"What about last night?" She asks, still not looking at me.

"You said you love me…" I say, sighing inwardly in relief for finally saying it.

"Oh fuck… I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Not like I don't love you but-" before she could carry on her ramble my visor beeps for an incoming call.

I answer it.

"Commander Kowal." I say emotionless. Locking my jaw to try and keep it that way.

"Tell me, how is Lena Oxton? Come to my office immediately." I hear her snarl before the line cuts off.

"Amélie… What's wrong?" she must have seen the pure panic on my face from the call.

I can't.

I've put us both in danger…

I feel Lena's hand on my arm and swat it off. It's not Lena. It's Tracer. Her face morphs into one of hurt and worry.

"I have to… I can't… we can't…" I stutter out before I morph my face into an emotionless wall.

"The next time you see me. You might need to put a bullet in my head."

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I ran.

I couldn't look at the hurt on her face any longer. I couldn't hurt her any more.

Why did I think that I could have a normal life? A normal relationship.

I should have learnt. I hurt everyone who I care about or who cares about me.

After all, my name is Widowmaker.