Title: Against the rules

Chapter 44: It must be love

AN: Its here! 100k words have been achieved! and the chapter is perfect for the occasion! Lets celebrate and drink bad hooch!

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Widowmaker's POV

I jolt awake, hissing slightly from the pang of pain in my back from sleeping against Lena's desk.

I blink away the tiredness and slowly raise myself, holding my hands above my head as I stretch out my unfortunate back, that creaked and popped in relief.

My hands drop back down as one hand comes up to my face to wipe away any annoyances in my eye, which is mostly the tiredness from the lack of better position.

"You sleep so peacefully." I hear a soft voice say, soft in a way like that said person was broken the day before, and is trying to compete with what is happening to her.

I turn in the chair to see the brunette sat up in her bed, pillows framing her body as her hair sticks in places which gravity shouldn't allow.

"Most nights." I reply, my mouth turning slightly sour from thoughts of some nightmares that meddle with my dreams, and the lack of dental hygiene this morning.

She turns her eyes to the ground. Maybe trying to think through some things. Her brows cross softly as a nasty thought sticks into her mind.

Before I could make my way to her. I hear the voice I did last night and turn my head to the door where the blond woman enters.

"So, let's get started." she states, flicking her white braided hair to her back as she moves towards the Brit.

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This whole ordeal wasn't very interesting. I was invested in the health of Lena but most of the time they speak gibberish or Time touches Lena and stares at her for long periods of time, probably working through her mentally.

Lena looked tired. And not physically either. She just looks so mentally drained and I guess that's partly my fault. I just wish things could be simpler. Could be easier.

Despite how bored I was I stayed vigilant, I wasn't going to leave her again. No, she means too much to me now. I'm too stuck in her world to pull myself back out. Not like I wanted to be pulled out. I would happily drown in the waters of Lena.

But as the minutes turned to hours, my thoughts spiraled into more than just concern for the beautiful woman that was a lover in a past life. Did touching her really cause that much pain? I wasn't concerned for myself or how she saw me die. I was concerned about how I was supposed to hold her hand as I walked her down a beach in France and confessed my love to the infectious Brit.

Yes, I will admit. I have fell helplessly in love, again. Not a moment passes where I don't feel a rush of some sort for Lena. Sometimes it's dread when she expresses this look of pure sadness and other times It's happiness as I see her show some real emotion.

I'll admit. Life is like a roller coaster. But I'll ride it all the way with this amazing woman because I couldn't think of anyone better.

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After a while, Time offers to give us some time to speak. Something I've wanted to do for a while but dismissed due to Lena's benefit.

After the white haired woman left. I kicked off the floor and slid the rolling chair to the bedside of Lena, a smile tickling her cheeks at my immaturity.

I lean back in the chair so far that it was almost a hazard. Kicking my legs on her bedside table as a form of bringing a relaxing aura to us both.

"Hey." I hear her say through a tiny giggle. Trying to hide her joy.

"Hello Lena Oxton." I reply formally. Giving her a crooked smile and a casual wink. At this, a rosy tinge overcame her cheeks as she averts her gaze to something else.

Sure, our relationship has been a little rocky. One second we're close and the next we're at each other's throats. But I guess that's the charm of it all. Things only changed in an instant because we didn't communicate like we did post-lost-in-time. I understand this now and am willing to go the extra mile to talk to this freckled beauty before assuming things and landing us in another shit pile.

"Why are you here?" She asks, her voice small and slightly scared. I smile and cross my arms over my chest casually.

"I'm here because I'm a jackass and want to redeem myself from the lack of understanding we have as a pair." I say softly, knowing how delicate this situation is.

I hear a slightly bitter laugh from Lena. "I thought I was the one who needed to do the redeeming." She mumbles, looking away from me with this scowl that worried me.

I kick my legs down off the bedside table and move closer to the brunette, I pick up the corner of her blanket and use it to twist her face to look at me, smiling softly at those curious hazel eyes.

"I think we both have some work to do." I whisper, rubbing my thumb over the fabric so she can feel the sensation of my finger against her face.

Lena sighs irritably as she grips my covered arm. "Why do you always have this affect on me?" she asks.

"What effect?" I ask her, not understanding what she was saying.

"The thing where you make me want to kiss you and forget about everything else in life except for us." she mumbles as she looks down at the bedsheets.

"I call it my irresistible charm. And if it helps any, the ban against skin contact is driving me a little insane." I whisper the last bit, wanting it to feel more like a secret between the two of us besides the fact that it was only us in the room.

She giggles softly. "Maybe we should test if I can see the future while I'm happy." her brow raises softly with slight cockeyness behind her words.

"If you do then I'll be in trouble by boss lady." I whisper, slightly giddy from the concept of breaking the rules with Lena.

"Now you're worried about being in trouble?" She asks like the idea is ridiculous.

"Well…" I start, drifting off as I let her finish the conclusion.

"Maybe you should live a little." She says, her hand moving higher up my clothed arm.

"Maybe you should stop trying to get me in trouble." I reply with the same cockeyness as she held before.

"It's not your fault." she replies. But before I get context, her hand crashes my head down to her level so our lips dance together in a futile tango.

I mingle our lips roughly, missing this sensation way too much as I start to press closer to her in an attempt to show more affections to the time traveling woman. I start to use my teeth to nip at her lips and clank her own.

We soon finish with me laying on the bed with her, us both panting like old dogs after a run as our foreheads touch in an attempt to be as close as possible.

"No images?" I ask her.

"I'm trying not to concentrate on that aspect. Time said it may only happen when I'm under extreme emotion or actively thinking about getting these images." she replies. Pressing her lips to my lips briefly to keep us connected.

"Alright beau." I whisper and slide closer to her, feeling one of her legs pull my own to her.

Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

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"Are you going to be okay for tomorrow?" I ask. Holding the woman close to me, making sure she's snug against my figure.

"As long as you're there." I hear her say back cheesily, knowing full well that what she said was very cringy.

I groan softly in fake disappointment as Lena laughs softly. A melody I haven't heard clearly for a while.

After we calmed down some. Lena continued.

"I mean it though. You mean a lot to me Amélie." she says like she thought about the words.

If course she thought about what she was saying, I've hurt her plenty of times when she opens up fully to me, it's completely understandable.

"And you mean a lot to me." I whisper back to her, sliding my hands up and down her lush back that only made me want more of her smaller frame.

"After tomorrow Amélie." I hear her say more seriously, probably noticing my eager hands.

I quickly stop them from moving and pull one away to try and stop her from thinking I'm just like a horny dog in heat.

"I wasn't going to." I mumble, looking away from her completely. Less eyes mean less looking at parts which can be deemed unacceptable.

I feel her eyebrows furrow from this and I feel her hand on my face pulling me back to her so she can look into my eyes.

"Hey, don't be like that." she says, with a tone in her voice like she didn't want this to be the outcome of what she just said.

"Be like what? I'm not doing anything." I say back, trying to avoid the awkward conversation of speaking about what we can and can't do.

"Amélie... I know it's been a while, like a long while, but-"

"Lena. I'm not interested in having sex with you." I snap softly, trying to end her assuming that all I want her for is the sex. Like, sure it's great but I don't want it when I'm with her. I want a real and open relationship where we can talk and drink wine in an expensive beach house.

Her brows cross further as she lays back onto the pillows again. Her arm becoming slack against my body that she has shown no interest in staying close to.

I sigh and turn over on my side to face her, waiting for her to look at me. But when that doesn't happen I nudge her with my nose on her cheek. She looks at me for a moment before turning her attention away again.

"Come on Lena. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just didn't want you to think I was just in this for the sex." I say, my hand finding it's way onto her hip to try and sway her.

"It's just… are you sure this is going to work? Us I mean." she says, looking at me with sadness dressing her beautiful hazel eyes and making them ugly with tears.

"Yes. I know it will." I say with absolutely no doubt in mind. "I'm sick of leading a life where I do things for other people. I love you Lena, and I will never stop that. I want us to work and we will."

Lena's eyes cloud further with tears as she nods to confirm what I just said before nuzzling her head under my chin and tucking her arms under my own to hold me close.

I coil one arm around her small body and one at the back of her mass of hair, pressing my nose into the top of it and sniffing her ever so perfect scent.

Nothing is getting in our way.

Nothing.