Title: Against the rules

Chapter 39: Making up

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Tracer's POV

I've spent an entire week pretty much in my room. Angela brings me food and I occasionally leave to get more stuff to work on my coronal accelerator.

It has been tough trying to figure out what my accelerator needs, the anchor was simple, I have a huge one in the middle of my room. It's the ability to shift through time that got me stuck.

I need to be able to give my particals enough energy to vibrate so fast that I can pass through time and get back together when it's finished. Theoretically, I could move through materials if I move fast enough.

So basically, I've been drowning myself in work so I don't have to see Amélie.

Okay, okay, I'm pathetic. But I just need time. I don't know how to speak to Amélie. She's not the same person. I don't know what to say anymore.

I slam my tools down. Damn it's hard to concentrate with her prowling through my mind like a hungry tiger.

I need to get out of this room. I feel confined like an animal here. I stand up, pushing my chair back.

Fuck this concrete shit pile. I storm out of the room, making the metal door slam against the concrete as I start making my way down a corridor. I'm not sure which one but it's getting me somewhere other than that room with stupid scrap all over the place.

I soon see a sign and look for the closest exit. Great, if I carry on there will be stairs that will lead me up to an exit.

I carry on walking down the corridor with vigour, I need to get out, I'm suffocating.

I slam down on the emergency lever holding the door locked and push through the metal door. Why are there so many metal doors? It's driving me fucking crazy!

I almost sprint up the stairs, wanting to release myself of all these angry demons inside of me.

I see another metal door and kick it softly hard I'm surprised it didn't fall off its hinges.

What I'm met with is a run down building with holes all the way through it. At least these walls have white paint!

I carry on walking, making my way to a large hole in one wall. A barrage was happening outside from heavy rainfall. Oh the breeze! I need it.

I abruptly stop at the end of the hallway and in front of the hole. I can't go further. The anchor can't reach further than this.

I look out into the very wet world. Wanting to bask in the coldness that the water brings as it falls from the sky. I want to run through what seemed like a dumping yard, to feel wind hitting me in the face.

But I can't. Not until I finish the accelerator.

I drop down to my knees as I pull my arms close to me. All I wanted was to run. To be free. But once again, time has screwed me over.

"Fuck you!" I scream out at the rain, the wind and anything else that can hear me.

Oh why did I have to do it? Why did I have to be Overwatch's puppet? I could be free. I could be soaring through the sky on a attack jet. But I'm stuck here.

I'm stuck here, helplessly in love that can't feel the same way, trying to take one step at a time but finding myself stumbling my own feet on the flattest of lands. I'm stuck, and I have no one to help me.

My shoulders shake softly as quiet sobs racked my body. Oh what did I do so wrong to deserve this?

Tears left their trails down my face as I let it all out. The stress, the anger, the loneliness.

"Fuck you…" I say again, but weaker this time, emotion making my voice thick with tone.

I soon feel hands slipping onto my shoulders as said person gets down on my level.

Their hands shift to my neck, the cold shocking me slightly before I start to bask in the small neck massage said person was giving me.

"Oh Chérie… talk to me." I hear a familiar french purr whisper. I couldn't push her away anymore. I've lost the will to do so. I've given up on doing extra to hide my feelings. I've had enough.

"I'm so tired Amélie…" I whisper as my breath hitches in my throat. Maybe I can pretend she's the same person.

I hear a heavy sigh. "I am too... I think we need to talk."

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Being the gentlewoman she is. Amélie carried me back inside. Her arms supporting my back and the backs of my knees.

I press my face closer into her neck. God did I miss her cold and soft skin. I take a deep sniff, capturing the most that I can while I'm close enough to.

"enjoying yourself?" I hear her ask teasingly. I slap her softly on the shoulder causing a miniscule laugh to come out of the blue woman.

We fall back into silence. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was quite nice actually. To be able to be so happy without communicating. Maybe this is the same woman that I fell for. Maybe she just needs to remember.

We make it to Amélie's room, myself refusing to go back to my room for now. I can't look at that piece of shit that's keeping me here.

She opens her door with her hip as she takes me to her bed. She places me down on the mattress.

As my weight moves away from her arms, they come up to either side of my head as she looks down at me. Making my breathing hitch again but for a very different reason.

"I'll shut the door." she whispers before standing up off the bed and making her way back to the metal door.

I take a sudden deep breath. How the fuck can she be so sexy? My heart was thundering and it was all because she looked down at me with so much care.

I hear a soft click before footsteps make their way back to me. I look up to see Amélie taking those steps. Leisurely taking her own time.

Oh that tease. I sit up against her headboard slightly as she finally gets to the bed. She climbs over me to lay on the side closest to the wall as she leans on the headboard too. Getting on the same level I am.

She slides close to me, her arm draping around my shoulders as she pulls me against her beautiful side.

I could feel everything. The curve of her breast, the slow heartbeat, quiet breathing. Even the curve of her hip.

I look up and see her looking down at me, observing me like I was supposed to be her pray but she's curious about me.

Her eyes glancing over my face for brief moments before she looks back into my eyes.

"Oh Chérie…" She mumbles as her free hand comes up to stroke my cheek slowly, her coldness contrasting with my blazing cheeks from the attention that was given to me.

She starts closing in. Her eyes fluttering closed as she comes closer. I happily close my eyes and make the connection we both wanted.

Our lips meddled together like they was supposed to be with each other. Like kissing was a normal basis of everyday life for us.

I feel her latch onto my bottom lip, tugging it softly as she sucks lightly. I raise my hands to her shortened hair and slip my digits into the black tresses.

I pull her close to me as I open my mouth to start a more passion filled kiss. Her tongue came out, pressing into my own mouth to taste and to play.

I played with her tongue in return, earning ourselves a battle of dominance.

I soon fall on my back as Amélie lays over me, her tongue having won the match. She takes my whole mouth as hers and I can't help but moan softly in desire.

Amélie finishes with a couple of pecks to my lips before she pulls away slightly to look down at me like before.

"So, about that talk." I start. My fingers tracing Amélie's jaw slowly.