A/N:
This was supposed to be published next Monday. But then again, screw the schedule.
Also, Lemons in this chapter. You have been warned.
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Numbani, unknown location, unknown time
Tracer opened her eyes to a ceiling she had definitely never seen before. And even if she did, chances were Lena would have suppressed that memory already. It was most likely the oldest, ugliest, and easily most rotten ceiling in existence. The wooden panels were in such bad shape, Lena was actually surprised they hadn't crashed down on her head yet.
Hang on, wood crashing to her head? That did ring a bell. With a silent groan, Tracer quickly reached up to her forehead, checking that, yes indeed, her head was still there. Strangely enough it didn't hurt at all. It should have. If not for whatever reason she got knocked out, then at least because of Widowmaker's rifle-stock which got smashed into her face.
"Bonjour, chérie" a soft voice, like it could only belong to one person in the entire world, said, causing Lena to smile and turn her head to her right. Her eyes found who she was hoping for. Sitting on an old chair, one of her long legs crossed over the other and having a book in her lap, was Widowmaker, looking at Tracer with a happy expression. The window behind her was open, and the sun was shining down on the French assassin, making her purple hair shimmer like it was silk and her blue skin glow. The sounds of the city outside came through the window, but were distant and not bothersome at all.
"Do you get a feeling of Déjà-vu as well, luv?" Tracer asked and giggled cutely. If someone had told her that she would wake up in what apparently was Widowmaker's bed in much a similar situation Amélie had been in back in London, Tracer wouldn't have believed a word. But now here she was, with reversed roles, Widow watching over her while she was passed out in the bed.
"I suppose so" Widow replied, looking down at her book for a moment only to escape Lena's glance. The way she looked at her was heavy with emotion and overflowing affection, and Widowmaker felt kind of unworthy to receive such a look.
She had done so many bad things to the Brit. So many things which would have driven anyone else away. But not Tracer; she stuck to her side no matter what. She was there, making true on her word and helping Widow remember what was left forgotten. She was there, just like she promised, taking everything Amélie threw at her like it was nothing.
Widowmaker really felt bad for what happened. For how she reacted, not only on the rooftop, but also back in London a few days ago. She shouldn't have just left. She should have said something. But she didn't, and ultimately it was Lena who had to pay the price for it. That was not right, and Widow would try and somehow make it up to the bubbly Overwatch agent. It was strange how this was the very first time, in all of the life she remembered, that Widowmaker felt something close to remorse or guilt for hurting someone else. She didn't really understand why that was and, truth be told, she gave up on thinking about why Tracer turned everything she thought to know about herself upside down. Instead, Widow just accepted that everything concerning Tracer was already working under special rules, so why not that as well?
"You know, I wouldn't mind waking up to that sight more often" Lena smiled teasingly "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" she asked, sitting up in the bed, freeing her upper body from the thin blanket. She noticed that Amélie had taken off her old bomber jacket, so she would be more comfortable, but didn't rid her of any more clothing. Somehow this was a really cute gesture. Like the otherwise highly confident assassin was too shy to go any further.
"And do you know that you are the only person I'd ever allow to call me that?" Widowmaker returned, looking up from her lap again, yet the dark meaning behind her words was lost to Tracer. She didn't know that Amélie had literally killed people for saying that, and now that she looked at the Brit in her bed, smiling at her like there was no tomorrow, being so honestly happy just because Widow was there, the assassin knew that no matter what, Lena must never know.
Damn, that girl was such an idiot at times. Why else would she have chased after someone like Widowmaker in the first place? You must be a special kind of stupid to romantically pursue your enemy. Yet, Tracer did, even if only subconsciously, over and over and over again. She got herself hurt because of Widowmaker. She got herself into trouble because of Widowmaker. And she let Widowmaker beat her up also and solely because of, you guessed it, Widowmaker. Thus that made Lena Oxton an idiot. But she was a loyal idiot. And she was her idiot. And Amélie knew from the moment she had left the Brit's bed after she had been saved that no matter what, she wouldn't want it any other way.
That lively giggle, the almost painful and completely ungrounded positive attitude, her warm eyes and caring smile; it must never go away.
If Widowmaker had been aware of how much Tracer actually knew about her dark past and what unspeakably cruel things Talon had done to her she might have come to a different conclusion. But Amélie didn't know, and so, she thought it was best to not taint Tracer's pure soul with dark thoughts and topics.
She thought that if Tracer knew the truth of her words, she wouldn't be able to do what she did now. That is, smile happily, as she said: "Well I better hope that I am the only one, luv. Or do you make a habit of kissing other girls in London's belfries?"
That kind of positive attitude toward things was exactly the right way to go about it. No. Widow's dark thoughts would lead exactly nowhere. So, Amélie stroked over her chin, like she was actually having to think about it for a moment. "Well, there was this one girl recently" she said with a one-sided smirk.
"Yeah, that was me, obviously." Tracer replied, rolling her eyes, yet Widowmaker just looked at her with a blank expression, causing Lena's smile to slowly fade away. It had been her, no? There was no way that Amélie had... But she looked so serious and... "It was me? Innit right?"
Widowmaker held that serious expression for a second longer than necessary, a part of her enjoying that Tracer was starting to grow jealous. "Oui, chérie. Of course it was you." Amélie finally laughed.
"You are a meanie, you know that?" Lena pouted, turning her head away for a moment. Their playful banter aside, Tracer was really happy for this opportunity. Being together with Widowmaker alone in a room without any rush was good. But even better was that Amélie actually remembered all her previous encounters with Lena.
"I am aware" Widowmaker replied, getting off from her chair and placing the book on top of it before she moved to the bed. She sat on the corner of the mattress right next to Tracer, her hand close to the other girl's. For a moment Lena considered reaching out for Amélie's hand and entangling her fingers with her own, but she decided against it. Lena had no idea where they stood and she really didn't want to rush things.
"How is the head?" Widow suddenly asked, changing both topic as well as tone of her voice completely. From one moment to the next the playful teasing was gone and Amélie was dead serious.
"It's alright. Doesn't really hurt or something" Lena replied with a shrug before she remembered why she was here in the first place. There was an explosion and then... well, she had no idea what happened after the stage and the major were blown to bits. "What happened anyway? The last thing I remember is the explosion. From then on its just darkness until I woke up here" Lena said. She didn't even know how long she had been unconscious. Hours? Days? She had no idea.
Amélie didn't look at Tracer as she explained what happened after Tracer passed out. She feared that if she had looked Tracer in the eyes, the Brit would have been able to tell how scared Widowmaker was when she realized that Lena was knocked out. "A part of the stage hit you on the head and you passed out. It was a good thing that, after the explosion, complete chaos erupted. Otherwise, I wouldn't have managed to carry you to a safe house without anyone noticing." Widowmaker explained.
"Thanks for that, luv. I guess it was a bad place to lose consciousness. Wouldn't have wanted to lie on the ground there with all the people running around, I imagine" Tracer could vividly picture how people were starting to run in panic, trampling anything in their way to death.
"Non, you most definitely wouldn't" Widowmaker agreed with a nod.
"So, what about the explosion?" Lena wanted to know.
"I have thought about that a lot, but I really don't know."
Lena scratched her head "Maybe someone from your club?" she suggested, making Widowmaker shake her head.
"Non. It definitely wasn't anyone from Talon, so much is certain."
"Not that I don't believe you, but why are you so sure?" Lena wanted to know.
"First of all, they would never send someone else when I am there as well, that's not how Talon works. Then the handwriting is not Talon at all. They usually don't destroy infrastructure when it isn't their goal or when they can avoid it. My objective was the major, so even if they sent another assassin, it would have been another sniper or someone with poison or whatever, but surely no bomb. The explosion was not Talon's work. Whoever did this was a complete amateur. The work was so sloppy it could have been from a child. That idiot used a huge explosive-charge for what I suppose was only one target. Numbani is going crazy and the whole city is under martial law for the time being."
"What? Why?"
"They suspect it was a terror attack aimed at the people at the speech, not the major. But I call bullshit on that one. The charge was under the stage. It was meant to kill the major. Someone did my job. They just made a huge mess" Widowmaker explained. Tracer was silent for a while after that. There wasn't really a lot she could have done in this moment. The major was obviously dead, and finding out who was responsible was neither part of her mission, nor within her capabilities.
Tracer was just happy that it wasn't Widow who had pulled the trigger. She had completed her personal objective and miraculously managed to get her Widowmaker back. As cold as it may have sounded, but knowing that Tracer couldn't really bring herself to care for the major of Numbani so much. It was tragic, of course, but there was no way she could have foreseen that.
"And what do we do now?" she asked.
"Nothing much we can do. Lay low for a few days until moving is safe again. The only good thing is that the two corpses on the rooftop will not raise too many eyebrows." Amélie shrugged carelessly.
Tracer giggled, moving closer to Widowmaker, carefully wrapping her arms around Amélie's slender waist and gently placing her head on the other woman's shoulder. "You misunderstand, luv. I'll ask again. What do we do now that we are basically locked in this..." Tracer took a short moment to look around in the small apartment... if one could call it that. It was hardly more than one room. There was a bed next to a window, a small couch for two, a corner with a tiny, tiny kitchen, and finally the 'bathroom'. Which was no real bathroom. It was more a... extra tiny extra room in the size of a shower. There was nothing inside but said shower, a mirror and a light bulb. Most importantly the shower lacked a door to the main room. The entire apartment was a total dump, Lena noticed, before she placed her head back on Amélie's shoulder "...place together? It is just you and me after all, innit right?"
Widowmaker looked at Tracer with amazement. That woman was a walking miracle to her. "How can you be so horribly positive about absolutely everything? Chances are we might not get out of Numbani and all you think of is how you best get into my pants?"
The way Amélie said it, dry as dust and with general curiosity made Tracer laugh even more. It wasn't that Widowmaker's words had been funny. It was the way the assassin apparently had no issues with letting Tracer score, but was in fact more interested in Lena's positive attitude towards basically everything which was just... well, somehow amusing. Even though the answer for this question was hardly funny at all.
"What you wear can hardly be described as pants, luv." Lena smiled "And well, if we get caught anyway, we might as well make the most of it, no?" she chuckled.
"I am serious about this, chérie. Where is that endless pool of positivity coming from?" Widowmaker asked, causing the smile on Tracer's lips to fade away. She would have to tell her sooner or later anyway, so now was probably as good a time than any other.
"It's a stupid story" Lena tried to shrug it off, but Widow would have none of it.
"Tell me anyway" she insisted.
"You really want to hear that?" she wanted to know, and Widowmaker just nodded silently. Lena let out a long sigh, before she cleared her throat, sorting through her thoughts. "You know why I wear this?" Tracer asked, pointing at her time-harness.
"It allows you to move faster?" Widow tried, raising an eyebrow. She had never thought that there might be more to that device than a mobility-enhancement.
"That's one effect of it, yes. But not what it is for" Lena said, letting go of Widowmaker and leaning back in the bed a little bit, supporting her body on her elbows. "This thing here is the reason you can see me, talk to me, or even touch me" Lena said, not missing a beat to explain the reason for this.
"You know, years ago I had been a test-pilot for Overwatch. They tried a new type of engine which manipulated the time-field around the jet and should have made the jet move ridiculously fast... at least in theroy" Lena sighed, as particularly unpleasant memories of the day of her accident came back to her. She really would give a lot to forget the time after the crash. "It didn't work, as you may have guessed. The damn thing exploded under my ass a couple of minutes into the first flight and I had to eject. Now don't ask me what happened in detail, because I don't understand half of it myself, but apparently when my body breached through the time-bubble the jet created around itself, the warped timeflow I passed through at such a high speed somehow affected my own inner time, you know? I was gone after that, floating through time like a god damn ghost." Tracer inhaled sharply.
"It was my worst nightmare, just floating through time like it was a sea and without any control about where I went. It was like you were stuck in a movie, yet the movie doesn't know you are even there. Everyone says their lines, completely ignoring your presence. No matter what I did, I couldn't interact with anyone. I screamed, I kicked, I tried to grab them. It was like I wasn't even there. And the worst part was, sometimes people seemed to see me, but as soon as I realized they did see me, I was gone again, floating off to some other time." Tracer shook her head, quickly rubbing over her eyes. She didn't really know how to put the events of what happened in words, and truth to be told, this was the very first time she had ever talked about this. Lena even refused to tell this Angela. It was hell. Tracer's worst nightmare which she could not escape from, no matter what she did. She almost went insane.
"Winston saved me though. He built this harness for me. It keeps me anchored in the present. If I take it off, I will vanish into nothingness again. If it is destroyed or stops working? Then I'm gone again. I start flickering like an old TV and after a couple of seconds. Goodbye me! No more Tracer" Tracer tried to laugh, but it ended up as more of a angry snort. "So, to answer your question, that's why I am so positive. Vanishing into nothingness taught me a very valuable lesson. I know how soon things could be over and trust me, life is too short for being gloomy. My time here could end every second. This damn machine could pack up any moment, and when that happens, I don't want to regret a thing. I want to have laughed and smiled and loved and been happy whenever possible. I want to make other people happy and I want them to enjoy life just as much as I do. I want to enjoy every moment to the fullest. Because who knows if they can bring me back a second time? I might be gone for good. Do everything you can. Whenever you can. Wherever you can. And like doing it. Do whatever you can and want, whenever you get the chance to do it. Or in the end you will die thinking 'what would have been'... I hate those words."
Widowmaker was silent for quite some time after that. She didn't know anything about this before now.
Suddenly, she realized that Tracer and her weren't so different at all. They both could be gone from one moment to the next. Lena could vanish in time and Amélie could be completely deleted by Talon. What set them apart from another was their attitude. Where Widow became cynical and almost a little gloomy at times, Tracer did the exact opposite. She lived her life to the fullest as long as she could.
"Sorry, luv, I didn't want to ruin your day with my sob-story. It's not a big deal, really." Lena laughed "I mean, I am here now, and the stuff Winston builds is usually not working at all or made for all eternity. So, I am positive I get to annoy you for at least a little longer." she said, playfully poking Widow in her side.
"So, you cannot take the harness off?" Widowmaker asked, attempting to both change the conversation as well as lighten up the mood. She succeeded in both, indeed bringing a smirk back to Lena's lips. "That's a shame" Amélie added.
"Well, aren't we direct today?" Lena giggled and could have sworn that Widow did blush for a tiny moment "But don't you worry about that. I can take the harness off. It's just for combat. At home I have something like a watch, which keeps me where I belong. I just can't rewind or accelerate like I can with the harness. Not that I wear that thing too often, but who knows. Maybe I will in the future?"
Widowmaker leaned back in the bed just like Lena did, smiling happily while looking at the Brit. She had to admit that she enjoyed Tracer's company a lot. What used to unnerve her to no end when they were still fighting each other was now calming her mind down. Part of her was ashamed that she allowed herself to be memory-cleaned after that stupid misunderstanding, but on the other hand, everything had played out for the better. And now, at least, they knew that Lena was able to make her remember. So, should the goings get rough and Widowmaker be forced to be cleaned again, then at least they knew that Lena could most likely pull the same stunt off another time. And that was incredibly calming.
Just as calming as this peaceful moment they got to share. Normally, Tracer was so lively and outgoing, it made Widow feel better just by being in close proximity, but Amélie had to admit that quiet and calm Tracer was also incredibly alluring. Just looking at Lena was giving Widowmaker the feeling of what other people might have called butterflies in her stomach. Tracer was definitely someone to look at. She was apparently totally okay with Widowmaker blankly staring at her and easy on the eyes on top of that. Very easy on the eyes.
"Would you mind if I take a shower? I kind of feel really filthy" Tracer suddenly asked. "I know you wanted to talk, but I feel like I am glued to the sheets"
"Uhm, no? Go right ahead. It's in the little room over there. We can talk later." Widow said pointing toward the shower, while Tracer got out of the bed. She definitely was easy on the eyes, not only from the front or side, but definitely from behind as well.
"Chérie?" Amélie started, causing Tracer to turn around once again in a very spirited manner. "I hate to admit it, but I... well I don't really know-"
"Lena. Lena Oxton" Tracer replied with a heartfelt smile. "It's what you wanted to know, right?" she added, while walking towards the shower, starting to strip out of her clothing.
"How did you-?" Widow wanted to know dumbstruck, as she heard the shower being turned on and water pelting down.
"I am good with girls, luv. Usually I know what they want or like." Tracer paused, before she added "Or need" like it was but an afterthought, as she stepped under the shower.
Widowmaker stayed on the bed, staring out of the window. Lena Oxton. The name fitted the woman. Somehow Tracer seemed like a Lena. Not that Widowmaker knew anyone else with that name, but a part of her thought that someone called Lena should be the way Tracer was. She liked the name.
And the girl.
This was it now, wasn't it? They were here. Right in that moment. Together in a crappy room with nowhere else to go. Amélie wouldn't make the same mistake again. She would not allow herself to have any regrets either. Lena was completely right when she said that she didn't want to have anything to look back to one day and wish she'd have done it differently. Not having done the things Widowmaker wanted to do in the first place was what had led to the terrible misunderstanding in London.
That must never happen again.
But still, she didn't want to go too fast either, this -whatever it was they shared- was all so new to her. Suddenly there was someone else in her life; someone who was kind of... just there and didn't expect anything from Widow. Who didn't order her around and who didn't do terrible things to her whenever she didn't comply.
And that was definitely a novelty and also a little scary for Widowmaker. She wasn't used to someone being genuinely nice to her.
But it felt so good.
Tracer's company felt so incredibly good.
She didn't want to risk that. She didn't want to interpret something into Tracer's teasing which wasn't there, she didn't-
Widowmaker looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Tracer, standing under the shower. An old dim light sparsely lit the wet room, draping Lena in warm, orange illumination. The water was pouring out of the small shower head and over her chocolate-brown hair, making it shimmer just like her perfectly shaped and beautifully pale body. Her chronal accelerator was still strapped around Lena's chest, the blue glow reflecting in the wet white tiles of the shower, but somehow Widowmaker wasn't bothered by it. All she could do was marvel Lena's breathtaking beauty, her long, firm legs and perfect hips. The cheeky freckles, which were spread over her shoulders were something Widowmaker actually expected, but seeing them now was still exciting.
And the best thing was, that beauty was actually taking a shower, no less than five meters away from where Amélie was. Right now she thanked god for the lack of a door to the shower, for it was the reason the French assassin could relish the sight of Tracer moving gently under the water, apparently enjoying the warmth of it. Lena's delicate hands were stroking over her pristine skin, leaving quickly fading imprints, where the water was wiped away.
It was just like a forbidden fruit, barely within reach, which was teasing Widow, tempting, almost daring her, with every move Lena made and every word she spoke, to come and pluck it .
Lena was gay. They had kissed before and Widow couldn't care less anymore.
-Fuck it.
Lena was actually surprised to see that her face wasn't that badly bruised at all. Nor was there a scar from the wood which had hit her head, at least not from what she saw in the tiny mirror, which was hanging in the wet room. Shower. Whatever.
Which was good, because it meant she didn't look like a fucking zombie because that's, incidentally, what she felt like. But a hot shower would fix that quickly.
And indeed, when Lena turned on the hot water, life was put back to her. Luckily for her the chronal accelerator was waterproof, or it would have been a rather short shower, one way or the other.
No matter how bad the last day had started off, it had turned out the almost best way possible. Ok, admittedly, it wasn't too great that Numbani's major bit the dust, but there wasn't anything Lena could have done against it. No one thought there could have been another assassin besides Widowmaker. And she did stop her from doing what she came here for, so the mission was a success in Lena's book. Not that she cared for the mission at all. She cared for Amélie, and knowing that the French girl was safe and sound in the same room with her made it impossible for Lena to really worry about anything else.
She just wondered how fast she should go with Amélie from here on. It must have been stressful for her to suddenly remember everything they had shared and possibly even more. She didn't want her to feel like she urged her to do anything. Amélie should feel comfortable and Tracer promised herself to take things slow to ensure just that. Her own burning desires could wait for now, it wasn't like she hadn't dealt with that kind of trouble before.
Besides-
Tracer's train of thought came to a very abrupt stop.
Suddenly, cold hands glided down her back and around her waist before someone pressed a series of cold kisses up her shoulder and towards her neck, sending an overexcited shiver up and down Tracer's spine and making her gasp.
"Interesting idea of talking you have, luv" she hummed in bliss as Amélie's lips found that particularly sensitive spot under Tracer's ear.
"Is talking really what you have in mind for now, chérie?" Widowmaker murmured in Tracer's ear, her voice needy and her touch strong before she sucked on Tracer's earlobe.
Tracer felt the heat rise in her body, spreading into her head and clouding her mind. Soon enough she would be lost in the moment, a slave to her own desires, all thanks to Amélie's strong touch and affectionate attention. Somehow it was cruel how Widow was standing right behind her, holding the Brit tightly while she administered more kisses to her neck.
And here Tracer was, thinking she was usually the sexually dominant partner, when all she could do now was stand there and submit to Widowmaker who seemed to have little difficulty in turning Lena Oxton into a warm piece of butter, melting away under the hot water of the shower.
Yet there was one thing Tracer needed to know before she would allow this to go any further. And it was only due to this one missing piece of information, this little uncertainty, that she managed to keep control of her rapidly flustering mind.
"It isn't" Tracer replied, making an effort to turn around in Amélie's arms, before she faced Widowmaker. She had joined Tracer in the shower, not even bothering stripping out of her bodysuit. The water pelting down on the latex of her suit made a loud noise, silencing their heavy breathing. Their noses were almost touching, and the French girl's eyes were glazed over with lust and desire so much that Tracer almost dropped the matter. Almost.
"But I want to be sure that this is what you want. What you really wish for and desire. You don't have to do this, if you don't want to, you don't have to feel compelled to do anything just bec-" Tracer wanted to say that she didn't want Widowmaker to feel guilty for what happened, and that she didn't want her to do this in an attempt to make up for something Amélie thought she needed to apologize for. But Lena was shut up by Widow's lips, which sealed her own in a hot, yet excitingly cold, kiss.
"You talk too much, chérie" Amélie whispered, pressing her body closer to Tracer. "You really think I'd have kissed you if it wasn't what I wanted? Or that I'd join you in the shower like this, if it wasn't what I wanted? This is exactly what I want. You are exactly what I want; what I need." Amélie said, as she reached up to cup Lena's face. She sounded absolutely convinced of it. There was an unwavering honesty in her eyes which was so crystal clear that all of Tracer's shallow concerns were immediately overcome.
"Well then" Lena smiled naughtily, eyeing Widow up. She indeed was standing in the shower with Tracer in her impossibly tight bodysuit. "Let me help you out of this, luv" she reached up to Widowmaker's neck to unclasp the carbon fiber buckles on the back of it while Amélie's arms fell to her sides. Her skin tight latex suit split in half and Lena slowly peeled it off the French assassin's beautifully blue skin.
Lena took her time, carefully pressing soft kisses over the right side of Widow's cold body, just after she had peeled another inch of the suit away, like she meant to replace the latex with her lips. The hot water from the shower was making her skin appear like a blue diamond, and Lena was intoxicated by the other woman's wonderful scent.
"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Widowmaker asked between breaths. She had never suspected that someone slowly undressing her in such a way would arouse her so ridiculously much. But Lena didn't only undress her, she was making an art out of it. The way her hot hands moved over Widow's cold body, slowly and very carefully exposing her skin, while her mouth was on so many different places in what seemed to be the same time, Widowmaker was already going crazy just from the undressing part.
"Waited long enough for it" Lena murmured, as she kneeled down in front of Widowmaker, stripping the bodisuit over her waist and slowly helping her out of each leg, pressing hot kisses on the top of Amélie's thigh while she placed the foot on her hip. She purposefully ignored the most important area of interest for now, knowing Widow's womanhood would receive more than enough attention soon. Finally undoing both shoes and helping Widow step out of them, Lena quickly tossed the outfit out of the shower now that it became useless. She took a moment to marvel at the sight which lay in front of her.
Widowmaker was even more enticing than Lena had imagined in her wildest dreams, and she had already been really alluring there. The fact that Widow was completely nude underneath the bodysuit came as no surprise to Lena at all, which just added something to the thrill. Amélie was completely bare and, much to Tracer's excitement, she didn't have a single hair on her body apart from the ones on her head.
"Stop staring already!" Amélie tried to order, but her voice failed her, making her sound completely embarrassed. There was even a tiny bit of pink color spreading over her blue cheeks. Truth was, Amélie was embarrassed like never before. She shouldn't have been, normally she was used to walk around in front of the Talon doctors and scientists completely naked and it never bothered her. She was just a weapon there, just a tool to be used and hardly anything more. But the way Lena looked at her now, with wide brown eyes glowing and her mouth slightly agape as if in awe, Amélie felt like she didn't deserve this level of admiration from someone so caring as Lena.
"Bloody hell, luv, you are gorgeous" Lena had said the words without even realizing it. She just knelt there in the shower, looking up to Widow and watched while the many small drops of water were rapidly running down over Amélie's slightly visible collarbones and over her well rounded, firm breasts. Some drops were uniting on the tip of her already hardened nipple, falling down from it after a moment or two and reflecting the dim light in the shower with a mesmerizing sparkle, or just gliding further along her body, over her well toned stomach to Widow's crotch and over her perfect thighs, leaving a wet trail of evidence behind for other drops to follow in.
The whole woman was perfection; not only her body, but really all of her. She might have had her issues, but in the end Tracer thought highly of her. Not a lot of people would have been able to go through the things Widowmaker had to endure and survive, yet alone retain a little piece of their selves. Even if it wasn't a lot.
Widowmaker's heart was beating faster than it ever did before. She would have never thought that someone could look at her like this and be so completely honest about it. Tracer's eyes were glowing, and it wasn't only pure lust which made them sparkle like this. It was the general appreciation of Widowmaker as a person, not only as a useful pile of flesh, but as a human being, which made Amélie appreciate that stare.
The only stare she would ever tolerate.
The only stare she would ever yearn for.
Lena arose and wrapped her arms around Amélie's body, kissing her with burning passion, while she picked her up and turned them both around. She pressed Widowmaker against the cold tiles of the shower, trying to deepen the kiss.
It was in that moment when Lena noticed that Amélie's body wasn't moving anymore. Her jaw was locked, and when Tracer looked at Widow, she saw that her eyes were wide open in shock. Amélie's body was frozen solid, her hands trembling as she stared at Lena with fear.
Tracer blinked in confusion. She had no idea what was wrong. Did she do something which had startled Widow? Had she been moving too sudden or too aggressively? Or was it... Tracer needed a moment before she realized that her hands had moved around Widowmaker's wrist and had pinned them over her head.
And then it hit Lena. She suddenly remembered that she had seen that expression on Widowmaker's face before. In a video when the woman had been strapped to the cold metal surface of the operation table in some Talon laboratory. Oh, God! What was she thinking restricting Amélie's like this? That move was something Lena wasn't even thinking about. She just liked the aesthetics of it and, so far, her partners always enjoyed when she took the lead.
Tracer gasped, immediately letting go of Amélie's wrists, quickly stepping away, to give Widow more personal space. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Lena should not be in charge of this kind of special affair. She must have been extra stupid to assume that she didn't need to be more careful with Amélie. Hell, the girl had been tortured and abused like no one else Tracer was aware of, and yet, she just went ahead and got lost in the moment. Lena was aware that Widow was by no means fragile, but she should have known that the atrocities Talon did to her would have left some scars.
"I am so sorry" Tracer whispered "I just wanted-" Lena sputtered, scared when Widowmaker didn't react.
Amélie was actually pleasantly surprised when Tracer picked her up all of a sudden and spun them around. She enjoyed the sensation of the cold tile wall against her back in contrast to the hot body caressing her front as she hummed in bliss.
But then Tracer moved closer, pressing Widowmaker tighter against the wall with her body, and suddenly, Amélie couldn't move anymore. She felt locked in place, and tried to reach out for Tracer's shoulders, but her wrists were caught out of the air before her hands were risen over her head.
That was the moment Widowmaker started to panic. For a second, an image flashed into her mind. Suddenly, she was back in one of Talon's dark labs being strapped to some cold metal surface inside a dark, cold room. Her body tensed up and she prepared to kick Tracer off her when the heat in front of her was abruptly gone and Widowmaker could breathe freely again. The image quickly faded away, taking the shock in Amélie's bones with it. Her attention returned to the moment, here in this hot shower. There was no danger present. It was only a naked Tracer in front of her looking horrified.
Tracer stared at her like she had just killed Amélie's favorite puppy and needed to confess her crime while she apologized. Amélie was breathing heavily, as her heart was starting to quickly calm down.
A part of Widow couldn't forbear to notice how cute Tracer looked when she was desperate, but the larger portion of her reminded her of the fact that Lena had let go by herself.
She noticed something was wrong all on her own. No one told her and Widow hadn't moved yet. It was only Tracer who paid close attention to what she was doing. And that was the moment Widowmaker knew she had made the right decision. Lena was the right choice. If there ever could be someone else in her life again, it would be the bubbly Brit. It had to be her and no one else. No one else would ever be able to understand what Amélie Lacroix had turned into the way Lena apparently understood it.
It was more important than anything else to Widowmaker. Lena could be trusted. She had proven that over and over again. And that made Widow crave the Overwatch agent even more, more than her foreign charm, more than her ridiculous self-confidence and more than her almost criminal good looks.
Besides, their little foreplay sexed Widow way too much to let herself be turned off by some stupid memory now.
She wanted nothing more than to continue this; preferably if she got to be the one pinning Tracer to the wall. Amélie had very fond -or better yet, rather steamy- memories of how much pleasure that had given her before when the French assassin met Tracer in London and kissed her before she picked the Brit up and pinned her to that ancient wall in the belfry. It was Widowmaker's hottest, most erotic memory, despite them being fully clothed at the time.
Now they weren't.
And Widow wanted Tracer. She wanted her so bad; she wanted her to show her how to feel good, how to feel alive, and that there wasn't anything else on her mind.
If there ever had been a doubt, now there was no more.
"It's ok, chérie. You noticed" Widowmaker replied and smiled, but Tracer was just shaking her head like she had committed an unforgivable sin. It wasn't until Amélie stepped forward closely to Tracer and reached out for the Brit's hands that she stopped. "I am fine, really." Widow reassured, paying special attention to standing close enough so that their bodies touched ever so slightly. Tracer was a bit smaller than Widowmaker, so the tip of her breasts were softly brushing over the blue skin of her ribcage.
Lena tried to ignore the distracting, highly arousing, electric shiver that the coolness of Widow's skin sent through her nipples and into her body. It felt so horribly inappropriate to feel her center cry out for attention, throbbing and begging to be touched after what she just did. But the more Tracer stared back at Amélie the more she figured that her French blueberry really did look more thankful than upset; like Lena had proven something important.
Thankful and relieved of something. Maybe this wasn't so bad? Maybe it was good this happened so soon? Be that as it may, Tracer came to a decision. Widowmaker had been more than comfortable to advance things when she had been in charge. The last time in London, today when she held Lena in her strong arms from behind and kissed her neck, or when she allowed Tracer to strip her out of the bodysuit. But as soon as Tracer took charge, the gorgeous assassin started to grow uncomfortable.
And Lena would have wanted literally anything else to happen apart from Widowmaker being uncomfortable in her presence. She swallowed heavily in a mix of excitement and remorse the likes of which Lena never felt before.
"We do this at your pace, alright, luv? I would never want to hurt you and I can be a little...consuming sometimes. I want you to feel good. I want you to enjoy this. It's..." Lena trailed off, looking up at Widowmaker, who had pulled Lena even closer to her. A cold hand gently touched her chin and jaw line, and Tracer willingly followed the direction the hand turned her to. She found Widowmaker's eyes once again looking down at her with a satisfied smile. "You call the shots in this, alight?" Lena said shyly. This was really not like her. She usually was the boss in bed, and the few girls she had graced with the honor of her presence there were usually more than happy to follow.
But this was different. It had been different from the first moment on, when Widowmaker was stuck in her head so hard that Tracer had to drown the memory of her in alcohol. It had been different when the French beauty was gone the morning after Lena saved her, leaving nothing but a lipstick-note on her mirror. It had been different when Lena realized that she was being watched, and it had also been different when their lips first met each other inside that belfry in London.
Widowmaker never played by the rules; she twisted everything Lena thought she knew for certain. The French assassin had little problem making the otherwise ever so confident and buoyant Lena Oxton nervous and insecure.
It was part of the thrill.
So, in a way, this was thrilling as well. Very thrilling.
Lena gasped when Widowmaker reversed the game, taking hold of Lena and almost slamming her into the wall of the shower. Her chronal accelerator prevented Lena from feeling the cold tiles, but she was too occupied by Widowmaker's hands sliding up her body and toward her breasts anyway. Amélie's chilling hand circled around the soft flesh while she pressed a leg in between Lena's thighs, just out of reach of the most interesting part. Lena's center cried for attention as she tried to arch her hip forward a little bit in desperate search for at least some friction on Widow's thigh. But Amélie kept the much desired relief just barely out of Tracer's reach, yet close enough for her to feel the coolness of her leg brushing over her heated and dripping wet core.
"So, chérie" she purred into Lena's ear with a hot whisper as she felt some warm drops fall to her thigh; drops that clearly weren't water. "Are telling me that you are mine and mine alone?" the assassin asked with a slightly devious smirk. Oh, Amélie liked that very much. Getting to be the boss in this game was a new kind of high. Usually she didn't have much say in anything, but wherever she did, Widowmaker drew immense pleasure out of it. It was what made her enjoy killing so much; the sheer power over someone else. Well, that and the fact that Talon used hard drugs to condition her to do so for years. Either way, the mere thought of getting to play this game with Tracer was positively arousing, almost intoxicating, maybe even close to addictive. The teasing, the tension, the craving for more and finally the relief, the mere thought of it all made the assassin shiver with anticipation.
She had hoped to do this for some time, but had forgotten about it and now remembered that desire again. It was what her wildest, most private fantasies where made of. And where she had to fight Tracer for control in her dreams, Lena now willingly gave it to her. Because that short moment before made it painfully clear that it would not work otherwise. At least not for now. The reason was of no importance for Widowmaker's excitement.
And Lena's reply did little to contain it. Au contraire, it made Widowmaker's insides tremble and overflow with anticipation. But in order for Lena to actually say it, Amélie had to nibble on Tracer's earlobe while she drew teasing circles around her breast.
"I..." Lena sucked in a deep breath as she felt Widowmaker gently bite down on her ear, gnawing at the heated flesh "...am. I'd do anything to make you happy" she pressed out in between gasping breaths. It was ridiculously easy to say these words for Tracer; at least way easier than telling Amélie the true reason for them.
Widowmaker could hardly contain a wide-ass smirk from forming on her lips while she left Tracer's now completely red ear alone, a fine line of salvia stretching between her lips and Lena's ears. Slowly, Widow proceeded to stare deeply into the naked brunette's eyes, her delicate hand closing in on the meanwhile erect and hard nipple of Tracer's right breast.
"Anything?" Widowmaker asked, pressing her cold body closer to Tracer's. The harness wasn't comfortable against Amélie's skin, but she ignored it. She was too caught up in this super hot moment which she enjoyed like nothing else before it. And judging from the deep red blush rapidly spreading over Tracer's cheeks and cute nose, so did the Brit. Widowmaker enjoyed seeing Lena like this; so heated up, so excited and... at her mercy. Soon.
Lena's eyes lit up for a moment, as if she argued with herself for a final time if she really wanted to leave her usual path, before Tracer nodded "anything." She confirmed. And it was true. Lena would have done anything for Amélie, no matter what. She wanted her to be happy, to have a normal life, to laugh, to smile, and to enjoy good times. To enjoy private good times. With her. Naked. In a shower. Just like now.
She wanted all of that for her, because of one simple reason which simultaneously couldn't have been easier, or more complex. Lena was in love with the woman currently teasing her so hard that she doubted her sanity. Telling Mercy was easy. Telling Widow now was impossible. She'd rather show her.
And, as if it was some kind of reward, Widowmaker gently grasped Tracer's breasts in her hands, carefully kneading the hot buds of flesh in between her fingers while she rose the leg between Lena's thighs up a little, pressing it against her womanhood. Lena hissed out in pleasure, feeling the cold leg making contact with her hot and wet womanhood, immediately trying to get more friction out of the touch.
"bonne fille" Amélie purred seductively, allowing Tracer to rub her sex all over Widow's thigh. Bringing their lips together, she caught Lena's excited moan in her mouth, feeling the content hum through their touch. Amélie could clearly feel the Brit's hips searching for friction on her leg, she herself hot against the cold skin, making it easy for Widowmaker to notice just how excited Lena really was by now.
Tracer's soft hands, which up until the moment were resting on Amélie's hips, started to move as well, now sure that she kind of had a go-ahead and that Widow was comfortable in the current situation. It was her who kept the two pressed together closely. One step and Widowmaker could have ended the game; but which she didn't. Not when one of Tracer's hands caressed the wonderfully soft flesh of Widowmaker's firm breasts, massaging one of them with skillful fingers and gentle movements, and luckily not when Lena's other hand slowly slid towards the nether regions on Amélie's body.
Tracer's touch was much more skilled and refined than that of her lover. But it didn't matter to Lena. The fact Widowmaker was here, doing this, was more than enough for her to go crazy. She didn't expect that Amélie would be completely new to such an act, which she obviously wasn't, but she was by no means as experienced as Tracer was.
Hell, Lena had been doing other girls since she was twelve and even though Tracer was picky when it came to bed-partners, over enough time, she obviously did score with one or another girl.
Tracer's eyes rolled to the back of her head as the gentle admiration of her flesh caused the French beauty to bite down on Lena's neck before sucking on it. It wasn't painful at all, but an exciting stinging sensation. Tracer's finger danced around Amélie's womanhood, drawing hot and teasing circles around it.
"You ok, luv?" Tracer hummed, liking how Widwomaker's movement started to become sluggish and out of synch.
"Oui" Amélie sighed happily. She had never in her life felt this excited before. Lena's hands had to be touched by God himself, for there was no way they could be this gentle and, at the same time, so incredibly satisfying.
"Want me to go ahead?" Lena asked, happy to notice that her beautiful French lover's hands were moving from her breasts down her body as well, apparently mirroring what Tracer did.
"Oui, s'il te plaît." Widow managed to say, Lena's hands making her mind turn to goo, causing her to almost beg Tracer to continue. Here she was thinking that she was in control, when all it took was Lena displaying just how good she was for that fantasy to fall apart like a house of cards in a storm. Not that Widow really cared anymore in this moment. She wanted that so badly; to have a them. wanted Lena so much it was almost painful and a part of Widow still failed to fully understand how this moment was actually real life. "Touche-moi. Je t'en prie. Fais-moi me sentir vivante!"
And while Lena didn't speak a single word French, she knew exactly what Amélie meant. She would do exactly that. There was no way that tomorrow morning Widowmaker would not feel like she had been alive in what was to come.
She had asked for it. Tracer happily complied and was rewarded by the cutest, most adorable hiss of pleasure she had ever heard. Widowmaker was too charming like this, she was obviously enjoying what Tracer was doing and that in returned satisfied Lena.
"You are so cold" Tracer hummed, the feeling of her fingers surrounded by cold but soaking wet flesh foreign, yet strangely exciting.
"A-ah!" Widow gasped "You are too hot" she breathed. Amélie had given up on trying to mirror what Lena did, and instead settled for clinging to her shoulders and waist like she would fall otherwise. She felt Tracer's warm fingers move slowly insider her, the heat radiating off her hand sending a burning sensation into Amélie's aroused flesh like Lena was feeding her pure life through her tender and careful admiration. Her heart was beating almost painfully in her chest, and her muscles felt sore from all the tension. Tracer's touch was magical, she was twisting and curling fingers inside Widow's wet folds, sending sparks of electricity into her shaking muscles. Amélie's whole body cringed when Tracer moved her hand to softly rub her palm over the sensitive bud on Widow's nether regions, her fingers still buried deeply inside the cold, wet sex.
Lena furrowed a brow, not sure if she should continue, but then Amélie desperately cried out for more before she bit Tracer in another part of her shoulder, sucking on the flesh. Encouraged by this Tracer started to pick up the pace of her fingers moving inside Widow, paying close attention to how her lover's body reacted. Lena didn't want to overdo it and act too fast or too harsh. There was time, she wanted Amélie to enjoy this to the fullest.
"You like it?" Tracer murmured with an innocent smile, which Widowmaker had no way of seeing.
"Love it, chérie" Amélie hissed in bliss, her cold breath fresh against Lena's heated skin, but soon washed away by the hot shower. Tracer giggled happily, twisting and turning her fingers inside Widowmaker and being rewarded by sharp gasps or soft moans with every move she made. Lena could tell that her partner wasn't too far away anymore. It wouldn't take a lot to push Widowmaker off the edge and into bliss. Just slightly more pressure, and...
"Well, you have me the entire night all to yourself, luv. And I'll do anything you want. Whatever you desire" Lena purred that last part in Amélie's ear, suspecting that it was exactly the kind of psychological mind-sex which got Widow off while she rubbed her palm a bit tighter to Widowmaker's clit.
Oh, boy was Lena good with girls.
She had barely said the words when she felt the wet flesh around her fingers start to tighten up. Lena couldn't help but smirk when she used her thumb to administer more aggressive, but still rather gentle, admirations to the particularly sensitive bud on Widowmaker's body, carefully stroking over it in circular motions while she curled her fingers up inside Amélie's cold flesh.
The reaction she got was wonderful. Widowmaker held on to Tracer, her whole body tensing up and her nails digging into Lena's back while she, yet again, buried her teeth in a part of Tracer's shoulder. The Brit knew she would have bite-marks and bruises all over her body by tomorrow, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
If anything, these were marks of how good she was... and how much fun Widow had.
So, ultimately, they were a reward. Lena would wear them with pride even if she'd need to do some cover-up work before she could go back to work.
She smiled happily as she gently eased Amélie out of the first climax of this young evening, soothing her shaking body with slow movements of her hot hands as the girl held on to her tightly, like Lena was the only thing keeping Amélie from drowning. Tracer gave Widow as much time as she needed to recover from her first orgasm today. Yet, this was only the beginning. Many more would follow through the night; Tracer was sure of it.
And so was Amélie when she suddenly grabbed Tracer on the straps of her harness and pulled her out of the shower, not the least bit interest in the fact that they both were still wet. Dragging her to the other side of the room, Widowmaker pushed Tracer on to the bed. She was on top of Tracer faster than the Brit could have blinked away. Not that Oxton would have wanted to do that anytime soon. Amélie was now crawling up to Lena's face while running a finger over Tracer's hot and damp skin.
"I don't think I will ever let you go, chérie" Widowmaker moaned silently, her eyes glowing with excitement and, even more importantly: genuine happiness. That was all Lena wanted to see. It was all she wanted to achieve. Amélie should be happy. And she was while she buried her slender hand in Tracer's wet mess of hairs, crushing their lips together in a messy and desperate kiss, her body easing down on Lena who wrapped her legs around Widow's waist.
Tracer could not help but grin like a Cheshire cat when Amélie stopped her violent assault on the Brit's lips. "What a coincidence, 'cause I don't think I would leave you, luv."
"Bien. Bonne fille" Widow hummed, gently pinching one of Tracer's nipples, eliciting a sexy groan. "Your turn, chérie."
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A/N:
So, the first lemon with Widow and Tracer.
I'll be honest with you, I am not confident in writing lemons. Not one bit. It took quite some encouragement from EhMattissimo to get me to even publish this, so if you liked this chapter, you should thank him.
I am super nervous about this chapter, and this is the one and only time I am ever going to ask you to go easy on me. Please be nice (not that you usually aren't, you guys are incredible!) Just... you know, I feel insecure with this chapter. If you have something negative to say, please be constructive, ok?
I tried to explore the chemistry between Widow and Tracer during their shower, and I was greatly inspired by a lot of fan-art where Widow was biting Tracer and I thought it was stupidly hot. I also wanted to show that Tracer is careful when it comes to Widow and that she is more than willing to drop her usual dominance in bed in favor of Widow's comfort. Which kind of shows how much Amélie means to Lena, I think. I don't know, maybe I tried to show a deeper connection between the two, that they understand each other without many words...
Also, I noticed a lot of authors have Tracer's accelerator implanted into her body. I didn't do that for two reasons really. First of all I took a close look at my life sized statue of her, which I managed to... ehh... procure, and found out that an implant seems to be unlikely, at least from the look of things. Also, I didn't want to create a female Iron Man. The chest-mounted accelerator was still bothersome to my imagination, so I solved that with the wrist mounted anchor for future private times. Hope you guys are alright with that. I dunno, I just imagine that cuddling with Tracer while she wears that harness is a little... uncomfortable.
Anyway, I hope you liked!
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Next time we'll go and check out how Mercy and Pharah are holding up in Zürich.
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Translations:
bonne fille= (French) Good girl
Touche-moi. Je t'en prie. Fais-moi sentir vivant= (French) Touch me. I beg you. Make me feel alive