Title: Against the rules

Chapter 31: One last night of happiness.

AN: hahahahahaah! you're all going to hate me xD.

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Mercy's POV

I sigh heavily as I remove my gear. It may be light compared to what it used to be years ago but it still was such a relief to take it off.

I hear soft padding of feet from the bathroom and turn my head to see Fareeha stood in the doorway with a light blue toothbrush dangling out of her mouth as she picks up her phone to check something.

She was dressed in a black vest and gray shorts, showing her taut brown thighs and muscular arms.

I smile softly, if this is what my future looked like then I am not afraid for age anymore. If I could have this beautiful, strong dunce in my life then I would happily take any future that the world offered me.

Her eyes jump up, noticing my eyes on her. Her brows twitch slightly, going to frown in question but moving back as in going against such a negative way to ask.

I shake my head gently, dismissing her concern as I pick up a pair of black shorts, slipping them on swiftly. I then proceeded to pull on a white vest and pat it down, removing the creases from the fabric that wasn't ironed before use. (to my displeasure)

I hear a clear spit and the faucet running for a small while before no more noise could be heard beside slight ruffling of fabric against skin.

I move towards the bed, pulling my hair free of its ponytail as I prepare the bed to get inside of it, tugging the top of the quilt down so entry would be swift and proper.

I soon see a small, black device getting thrown onto the opposite side of the bed before I feel strong arms encircle my waist.

I smile softly, leaning back into the warm embrace of my lover. Oh I can never get enough of this. My hands come up to hold her own arms that sit snugly against my abdomen.

"Stay in bed late in the morning?" I ask, trying to avoid Fareeha from leaving me too early. Ewa was right, we don't know what will happen tomorrow. And considering me and my own lover will be on the front lines it would be a higher risk for us.

I just want to spend more time with her. We don't know if it will be our last alone time together. Sensing how I felt, Fareeha nods against my neck softly as she leans down to place a small kiss against my neck.

We slowly shift towards the bed, Fareeha deciding she was getting in through my side. I plant my knee on the mattress as Fareeha let's me go.

My chest tightens as I watch what happens next, Fareeha decides to roll across the bed to her own side, however, her body is much longer than expected and she ends up going further than what she thought she would.

There's a large crash as she topples over the edge, her body colliding with the floor in what seems to be a painful encounter. I launch myself onto my stomach so I can check on her, my doctor side jumping up to rescue.

I see a sight I didn't expect at all. Fareeha was laid on the floor laughing, her eyes secreting tears from the stupidness of her decision.

"You're an ass." I deadpan, my heart slowing from its marathon for my love's sake.

This only made Fareeha laugh harder. Her hand clutching at her stomach to ease it's tightening from the tough laughing.

I sigh getting up, taking a seat on my side of the bed, putting my feet under the covers. I cross my arms in fake pettiness.

After calming down, Fareeha's head pops back up, her face pulling into a puppy dog expression.

"Don't be like that babe." she groans out, her head turning to lean against the mattress.

I huff and turn my head away from her, looking at the muted TV that we usually watch before we go to sleep.

"Babeee." she moans out, climbing onto the bed and crawling to me, her body dropping on me so her head lands on my lap in a last attempt to get attention.

I roll my eyes, she can be so dramatic when we're on our own. I drop my hand onto her head, dragging my fingers through her black locks.

She really let's down her walls when we're by ourselves, she releases this childlike side to her which is honestly the most adorable thing in the world.

She tilts her head to the side so she can look up at me, a huge smile plastered onto her face as she leans into my hand eagerly.

I roll my eyes softly. "Get in bed you child."

She salutes me softly before jumping up and crawling under the sheets and laying on her back.

I don't feel like watching TV tonight so I pick up the remote and turn it off. Deciding that I want to dedicate all of my time to my lover.

I grab the hem of the sheets and pull them up over the two of us, I move close to Fareeha and lay my head on her upper chest, my hand snaking to her waist and my leg coiling itself one of her own.

In response, Fareeha coiled her own leg around mine and slid her arms around me so we stayed snug together.

We stayed silent for a moment. Soaking in the fact that this could very much be our last night of happiness. Our last night together.

"I'll protect you. My armour is stronger than yours." I hear a small whisper above me. The strong arms around me finding a way to pull me closer.

"And I'll protect you too." I whisper back, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

I would always keep her safe.

And she would always keep me safe

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Hana's POV

I turn my head to the side, accepting the kiss from my Sombra. I was laid on my back on our bed, Sombra was on her side next to me, while hanging over me so she can kiss and love.

I hold her cheeks as I pull her to me again, capturing her lips on my own in a soft, passionate tussle of our oral muscles.

Her hand was on my hip, keeping our bodies close. We didn't want to let go of eachother, too afraid we'll regret not being close enough on our last night of true happiness before the fight tomorrow. Hopefully there will be many other happy nights after. Hopefully.

I'm not usually a pessimistic type of person but the thought of Sombra being next to the very person we're after gives me an unsettling feeling. If he finds out before the plan can be executed then I'm afraid that may be the fate for my own love.

Sombra could tell my change in mood from the lack of attention to the kiss, losing all happiness and letting my lips automatically kiss with no emotion involved but the sour negative turmoil in my head.

She softly pulls away, my hands protest as they try to pull her back to me.

"No babe… What's up?" Sombra says, managing to stop my hands from dragging her back into a effort filled kiss.

I sigh heavily and sweep a couple of stray hairs back behind her pierced ear. "Sorry... Just distracted…" I mumble, looking up at my Hispanic girlfriend.

I see her eyes softening slightly, understanding where my mind wondered to.

"Don't worry Chika. Everything will be fine." She says, her lips moving down to press a firm reassuring kiss to my forehead.

I smile weakly, she really knows how to make me feel better. But that doesn't quell the ominous feeling of what could go wrong.

Before I could think too deeply into it, Sombra leans on her elbow, her face looking conflicted as she thinks about a possible bad experience or thought.

I stroke her cheek softly, trying to ease away the frown that has covered her beautiful features. My attempt comes up fruitless as it only eased her slightly as her eyes refocus back onto me.

"I have to tell you something." She whispers, almost like we're being watched and this was the largest secret Sombra keeps to her heart.

I nod, making sure she knows that I am listening and I won't say anything unless it's appropriate.

"It's about my past." She continues, her eyes dropping slightly from the sadness that weighed them down.

I feel how close this is to Sombra and how hard it is for her to talk to me about this. I continue to stroke her cheek, easing Sombra into a nicer path to tell me all about her past that I wanted to know but didn't want to pry.

"I- I was an orphan… My parents died when I was 14… they said it was a gang attack. I wouldn't be surprised if it was, it was pretty common in my area… I just didn't think it would happen to me…" Sombra says, keeping all emotion out of her voice, mainly so she could tell the story.

I feel sympathy wrench my stomach like a fist, making me pull Sombra down for a small kiss, to ease away the pain that her childhood caused.

"That isn't the worst part." Sombra whispers against my lips when we part, making my head spin. If that wasn't the worst part then I'm not sure if I want to know more. But I didn't stop her from continuing.

"I was sent to this small orphanage. I was surprisingly the oldest of all the kids and quickly took over for their loss of a parental figure... I guided a lot of them... Taught them… I even shown them how to hack into the computers." At the last comment, Sombra laughed nostalgically; probably remembering a time when it wasn't so bad.

But soon, her face turns somber again, her eyes reflecting pain that only Sombra knew of.

"Talon… they… they killed them… they seized the orphanage for… for the fun of it!... I tried to save them… I tried so hard…" at this, I saw tears pool over in Sombra's eyes, climbing along her cheeks like sad monkeys before dropping onto someplace under her head, I didn't want to check, all of my attention was on the grieving hacker.

I lift my other hand to Sombra's face, my chest twisting like a knife was forced in, ripping my heart. I was about to pull her down for a kiss, reckoning that there was no other way to ease my lover's heart.

She struggles against my pull, causing me to stop, please say there's no more of this.

"There was a boy… I thought I saved him… I thought… I thought…" Sombra wobbles out, her voice morphing into ugly sounds as she tries to battle her sadness.

Not being able to take it anymore. Sombra comes to me, her face finding it's home in my shoulder where she sobbed, finally letting out her pain and misery, allowing someone else to help her with the burden of her past.

I burry my fingers into her hair, holding her head close to me as my heart breaks from the sounds of mental pain that was being inflicted upon my girlfriend. I press my cheek into Sombra's hair, trying to ease her somewhat into peace, not wanting her to feel this sorrow anymore.

But even I knew, sorrow couldn't be fixed with the love you give someone, this kind of pain was only helped with letting it all out with someone to temper the person back into shape again, someone to listen.

I held her close and begged to any god that existed, not being one for religion or supernatural things, but I needed a divine intervention to help me, help my Sombra. I begged for Sombra to stop feeling this pain. To have mercy on her heavy heart.

I inwardly scoffed, nothing could stop this pain, sure it will dull down over time like a sword but it will always be there. It was something in her life that couldn't be forgotten. I knew this, so I begged instead for her to come to terms with this pain, to understand it and feel completely comfortable with talking to anyone about it, even if it wasn't with me. As long as Sombra was happy, I couldn't complain.

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An hour later, Sombra was quiet, all sounds being overcome with the time it took for her to cry it all out. Her head was laid on my chest, her harm holding my waist so I was close and her legs found their way into my own.

A shadow of depression came over us as Sombra didn't move (besides breathing - which left a slight breeze on my chest next to her face.) I could feel the sadness radiating off her, losing all energy to cry any more.

I finally move my hand, brushing it through her thick hair slowly, which was surprisingly close to how unruly as Tracer's at this point.

I let her relax for a moment, not wanting to disturb her peace, because I knew it wouldn't last long.

After a long moment of me threading my fingers through her hair, Sombra surprisingly speaks.

"Thank you." she whispers quietly, obviously still fragile from the previous conversation.

"There's no problem baby. I'm glad you got this out." I whisper back, treating the situation like glass as I lean my head down to place a gentle kiss against the line of where her short hair comes in contact with her long hair.

I hear her scoff softly, "You probably think I'm a hypocrite." she says aggressively, her tone biting down hard on my heart.

"Of course not. Why would I think that?" I ask, much like I was offended by these very words that spewed out of her mouth.

Sombra took a moment to think about her response, making me almost claim victory before she continued.

"Because I joined Talon. Even though they killed my… my… even though they did such awful things I've still helped them do more awful things…" Sombra almost yells at the beginning, turning into a quiet whisper as she came to the end, her own words sinking into her brain as another shadow of depression clouds over us like a confining blanket that suffocated all of its victims.

I took a moment to think about this. Yes, she did join Talon, but was it out of spite for the kids or was it for something else, something meaningful?

"Did you join Talon to make the kids' lives worthless?" I ask simply, drawing a frown across Sombra's features, having half of her face buried into my upper chest.

"No. I… I…" Sombra stutters, struggling to find the words to describe what she felt at the time.

"Did you join Talon to make other people's lives an absolute misery?" I asked again, almost knowing what the answer would be.

"No-" She started, but I prematurely cut her off.

"You didn't join Talon for the same reason everyone else did. So tell me, why did you join Talon?" I ask, my voice strong with confidence.

"I did it to… to stop the kids from getting hurt… I also did it because… because I needed to fill a… a dark void inside me that Talon left… when they took the kids away…" She says slowly, her voice weak and honest as she let's out the truth.

And I know exactly what to say now. Knowing Sombra more than anyone in this world.

"Then you're not a hypocrite. You're just hurt…" I whisper the last bit softly, pulling Sombra closer to me, holding her like a mother would a damaged child.

To this, Sombra didn't reply.

But I could feel the stray tear, dripping onto my suit.

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Tracer's POV

When we got in from the long day of perfecting gear and making sure we're prepared, I instantly dragged Amélie into the shower with me, wanting to relax. Even if it was just for tonight.

Amélie seemed to understand, her own cool body nestling my warmer one to her front, sending her fingers up and down my arms in an attempt to ease my tense shoulders.

Even though Amélie told me not to worry about tomorrow, the nagging feeling scratched at my insides, making me more on guard for my own and Amélie's safety.

"Est ce que ça va, Chérie?" Amélie asks, her cold smooth fingers finding their way to my hips, pulling me snug against her as the warm water runs over the both of us like a smooth fountain.

"If you tell me what that means I'll tell ya love." I reply, smirking cockily. This easily hides my previous apprehension and brings a slight chuckle from my french love.

"Are you okay?" she asks again, this time softer and quieter, probably noticing my feelings earlier. She's surprisingly good at reading me.

I frown softly looking to the plastic floor of the shower. Should I tell her? I've already spoken about it today so maybe I should just stop thinking about it. But before I could answer, Amélie makes an educated guess.

"Is it that feeling again?" she asks, her head leaning on my shoulder supportively.

"How did you guess?" I say weakly, knowing exactly how she knew. She just knows me too well.

I suddenly see the front of Amélie, the woman having spun me around to look at me face to face. Her fingers find my jaw, up turning my head so we could make eye contact.

The water was splashing down on Amélie's back, some speckles ricocheting into my direction and dripping onto my face or torso. Her golden eyes sparkling with determination and courage that could rival a hero out of a fictional book.

"We will be fine. I promise you." She says quietly but with the ferocity of a tiger. Her face coming close to rest our foreheads together, like it was natural for us to come together like this.

"And after everything cools down…" Amélie starts, her face lowering as she crouches slightly to come on the same level as me.

"I want to marry you." she whispers, the sound almost being lost in the loud splashes of water.

She wants to marry me..? My brows furrow heavily, did I mishear? She has to be joking… right?

Amélie pulls away, reading my reaction as a bad thing. Her face morphs into one of confusion, her brows crossing and her lips becoming a thin line.

"You don't seem pleased…" she states, her body standing back up straight as she tries to think of why I wouldn't be happy for this situation.

It's not that I don't want to marry her, but… I don't know how I feel at the moment. Marriage just feels like such a large step into our future and I don't know how to think about it being said so early on.

Before I could say anything that riddled my mind the cool feeling of her fingers left, leaving me with a sharp pain in the chest as the blue figure retreats out of the shower almost angrily. I heard shuffling and I could see her shadow behind the curtain grabbing a towel and leaving the bathroom. Leaving me alone.

I could have followed her. No. I should have. But why didn't I? Was I just too shocked to follow after what she just told me. Marriage is a huge thing. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment, even if it was with Amélie.

What if I've upset her by not replying? Does getting married mean so much to her that she would act so brashly if I didn't want it too?

I lean against the cold, tiled walls of the shower, what if she doesn't stay the night because I've upset her? She wouldn't act so rashly would she? It's not in her nature to act on her instincts when emotions are involved. She would usually use her common sense.

We need to speak about this. If we want a relationship to work out we have to be adults and speak as such.

I switch off the water and step out of the shower, making my way out of the door and grabbing a towel on the way.

I wrapped the fabric around my body, making sure to cover everything for when I go into the bedroom where Amélie was stood, pulling on a purple t-shirt that has a collar with three buttons.

"So, you're just going to leave?" I snap, the words coming out before I had time to control them. I'm not usually this aggressive but I guess I don't want Amélie to leave on our last night together before the fight.

"Well, it is a bit awkward to sleep in the same bed as someone who doesn't reciprocate the feelings you have for them." She snaps back, her eyes full of anger and some hurt.

The words felt like spikes being pummeled into my chest, my stomach twisting merciless in emotional pain.

She didn't… She didn't just say that…

"Excuse me?!" I yell, my good side not showing one bit. I can't believe that she thinks that… even after all we've been through, how could she possibly think that.

"You heard me!" Amélie yelled back, the shouting only fueling our need to shout more to be heard.

"You cannot be serious! I've risked everything for you!" I yell back, my chest constricting painfully from the anger in Amélie's eyes.

"You've risked everything!?" Amélie mocked. "I could have been killed for being here! They could have done unspeakable things because I've fell in love with someone I shouldn't!"

She did have a point. Amélie did have more on the line than I did for being involved in this relationship. I would almost feel bad if my own fury didn't tell me to carry on, to defend myself against this verbal assault.

"That doesn't mean I love you less than you love me!" I yell, my heart clenching from the reminder of what Amélie thinks of me.

"It does when you don't want to marry me!" she continues yelling, her body lowering itself to pick up her equipment and toss it onto the bed.

"Stop being so childish! That doesn't mean anything!" I hold my towel closer to my body after feeling it slip slightly from all the shouting I've done.

"So I'm the childish one!? How fucking rich of you to say that!" She starts to equip her gear, making quick and aggressive work of the clips.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I ask, trying to defend myself more than hurt Amélie.

"I'm not the one who fools around on missions! I don't act like a five year old and launch myself into any dangerous situation I can find! I don't act like everything's okay when I'm obviously not okay!" obviously directing those comments towards me.

I frown softly. That was a little too far. My chest tightens in pain as my eyes prick with unshed tears. Did she mean that? Of course she did, she's a smart woman, she doesn't say anything without a reason.

Amélie seems to calm down when I don't fight back with more words. Her brows furrow in confusion, probably thinking of what she could have said that would have hurt me so much.

"Lena… I'm so-" she starts before I hastily cut her off.

"I think you should get out Widowmaker. It's what you wanted after all." I say, trying to level my voice the best I can so she can't tell how much it pains me for her to say such things.

I turn around to look away from her knowing tears will leave soon, I didn't want her to see that. I just want her to leave right now.

"Chérie… baby… s'il te plaît…" she mumbles quietly as she steps up behind me, her hands trying to find their place on my arms.

"Désolé." she whispers as she presses her head against the side of my own, her voice thick with pain.

I bite my lip harshly. I want to forgive her. I do. But the heaviness in my chest is stopping me from doing so.

"Please… just go…" I whimper out, covering my mouth with my hand to try to hold back the sobs while she is here, the tears already finding their salty trails down my face.

She hesitantly comes away from me, her body losing all contact with my own as she steps away. I say firm and still. Waiting for her to leave before I move. I know she won't leave if she knows how hurt I really am.

As soon as I hear the balcony door open and shut, I let all the pain out.

I cry as I collapse on the floor, holding my body to cradle myself.

Is that what she really thinks of me? Does she think there's something wrong with me?

All these questions swim around my head and this entire situation has caused something much worse to happen.

That dark ominous feeling has become worse, capturing me in its hold. What if this is what splits us apart for good?

What if I lose Amélie?

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Ewa Kowal's POV

I place the bottle of spirytus delikatesowy vodka down on the table. I pull out two glasses as pour some of the clear liquid into the two.

Ana quickly comes into the dining room where I was stood with 95% vodka and a cigarette hung out of my mouth. She looks absolutely shocked to see me here.

She must have thought I wouldn't come home tonight. I guess I wouldn't if it was any other night.

It took a long moment for Ana to come to terms with me being here. And even then the response wasn't really what I expected. Well, I didn't know what to expect.

"I thought you stopped smoking. And drinking." she says, her hand reaching for the door frame to possibly hold her steady.

I shrug and push one glass towards her as I take a seat, taking a long drag from the expensive cigarette that was supposed to be healthy for you. I lean back against the chair as I hold the smoke in my lungs. God this feels great.

I slowly let it out as Ana takes a seat close to me but not directly next to me.

I sigh and take a small sip of the strong beverage. This is one thing I miss about Poland. Cigarettes and booze.

I flick my booted feet of onto the kitchen table, not bothering to listen to Ana's glare for me to remove them.

I hold the beverage on my chest as I take another drag from the addicting length of paper and pure tobacco. Letting my lungs bask in the full feeling of smoke corrupting them.

I look at Ana and see her nervously play with the glass of vodka. She probably feels terrible from today and yesterday. We have had a few bad days I'll admit. I'll also admit that I was the main reason for it.

I push out the smoke, wanting to speak to Ana rather than suck my life away and let her suffer in silence.

"I'm sorry. I've been an absolute ass these last few days and I shouldn't take it out on you…" I sigh softly before continuing. "Tonight is our last night before the fight and I can't think of anyone better to spend it with than you. If you want me in your life then I should let you decide that, not me deciding for you."

She seems to think over this for a moment, taking a sip of her drink to prolong how much thinking time she has.

I take another drag from my cigarette, letting it out a moment later to get a sip of my own vodka.

"Are you serious? Will you stay with me?" she asks, some weakness in her voice as she shows her vulnerability to me.

"Only if you want me." I reply, finishing the small glass of clear liquid with one big gulp.

Ana seems pleased with what answer I gave her as she carries on drinking her glass. Another thought must have passed her mind though.

"Will you go to the doctors?" She asks, my health one of her concerns besides the fact she's letting me smoke and drink alcohol.

"Already one step ahead of you." I say as I go into my pocket and toss a box of pills on the counter.

"They said to use these until I have a full appointment to tell me what's really wrong. Although they said it could be stress related." I say. Placing my empty glass on the table.

I take another drag of my cigarette as I wait for Ana to think, I finish up the lit up piece of tobacco and paper, aiming it out of the open window and flicking it outside to die out.

I earn another glare off of Ana and I just stand up, closing the bottle of vodka.

"I think someone needs to be taught their manners again." Ana says stiffly with a dominating edge to her tone.

Oh…

My…

God…

/.\

I pant heavily as I lay next to Ana. Her own body reacting in the same way.

That. Was. Amazing.

My arm finds it's way around Ana, holding her straining body close to my own.

"I didn't know you still had it in you." I let out between heavy inhales and exhales as I look at my bruised wrists where Ana held me captive with handcuffs.

I hear her laugh slightly as she presses to me tightly. Her nipples still hard from previous stimulation.

"Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll do it again just to prove it." Ana whispers to me sexily, causing my still hard penis to throb.

"These pills really work don't they?" I groan as my face flushes red. I hope she does treat me again.

Ana laughs again, nuzzling her face against my neck affectionately. "I'm not complaining."

I smile, I am so much more happier now.

After a moment, when Ana catches her breath, she quickly sits up and straddles my lap, my erect penis pressed against her warm folds but not slipping inside.

"Put your hands together." Ana growls softly, picking up the handcuffs from the bedside table.

I place them together, holding them out to her. Oh this is such a turn on. She clips the cuffs to both wrists, making sure they're tight but not too tight.

She raises herself off me for a second, staying on her knees as she positions my penis to her folds directly, some of me already sliding in from the length I didn't even know I could achieve.

I see a dominating glint in Ana's eye as she gently rocks on the tip of my cock.

"Do you remember what you used to call me in bed? When we started to fuck?" she asks, her breathing trying it's hardest to stay level.

"C-Captain…" I groan out softly, wanting more friction on my sensitive shaft.

"Good girl… keep on saying it." Ana says before her hips turn into aggressive bounces and grinds, sending my stomach into a frenzy of sexual energy.

"Y-Yes Captain." I moan, Ana pushing my shackles above my head as her hips ferociously claim my penis.

Her sopping wetness made her slide easier and made soft noises that didn't come from our mouths.

This is heaven, I'm sure of it.

/.\

"Ana!" I yell before the person in question slams my shackles back in protest. "C-Captain!" I moan out loud.

Her hips carried on pounding down on my member, I want going to last much longer and she wasn't either by how her walls felt.

Throwing my head back, I pull hard against the handcuffs moaning out as her well lubricated vulva slammed and grinded with newfound rhythm. Her lips found home on the soft flesh of my neck as she sucked and bit the area she loved the most, my pulse point.

I knew I couldn't hold it any further.

I groan out as a large surge of pleasure crashes down on my pelvis and my balls tighten, sending a liquid down my shaft and into the waiting vagina of Ana.

Ana soon becomes rigid, sitting up completely and freezing after being filled, her body taut and tense as she feels her own orgasum. Her legs twitch softly as I feel her walls clamp down and spasm, releasing its secretion down my own penis.

Her body flops forward softly, her head finding it's way onto my shoulder and her grip on my cuffs coming off as her fingers trail down my sides in an attempt to relax us both.

We stay like this for a long moment, panting and closing our eyes to get some semblance of energy back.

Oh I love this woman.

My trapped hands move around Ana softly to hold her gently as she tries to come back from her high.

"I love you Ewa." She manages out through gasps.

"I love you too Ana."