Overles: Lesbian Overwatch FanFIction

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I sat at the table. As I scanned across the room, I saw her. Her adorable round face. Her freckles bridging across her nose. Her sunglasses covering her eyes. She was perfect. She soon stood up and walked over to the DJ. Then the music started. She went to the center of the dance floor. Then I remembered. The Charleston, I thought, staring as she danced. I remembered doing it as a kid, and giggled at the memory. As people joined in, I stood up and got right next to the girl. As I started to dance, she looked at me and smiled. "You're pretty good love!" she said, still dancing, "Think you can keep up?"
I turned red and nodded, not even able to reply with words. She started to dance faster and I barely kept up. Mirroring her dance, people cleared out and watched us dance. I turned even more red and just focused on dancing. When the song ended, the girl and I were both panting uncontrollably and she put her hand on my shoulder. The usual background EDM played and people started to get back to dancing. "You're really good," she panted, "Wanna go sit or something?"
"Y-yes of course!" I said, trying not to sound as excited as I was. We both went over to where she had sat before and I sat down next to her. I got a little too close and she seemed to notice.
"Whoa there love," she said, chuckling a little, "gettin' a little close aren'tcha?"
"Oh, sorry," I said, scooting over, "I-I never got your name".
"Lena -" she held out her hand to shake "-  Lena Oxton".
"Lena Oxton, as in THE, Lena Oxton, Tracer?"
"Well I haven't been called that in a while, thanks for bringing that back love".
"Sorry again, I really should learn to shut up".
"Oh it's not that bad, I don't have too many bad memories of Overwatch, just miss em I guess". She took off her sunglasses and hung them from her shirt. I noticed something different.
"Where's your weird, chest thing?"
"Oh, well it got in the way so I asked Winston and he made me a little ankle thing I can wear, it's quite a marvel, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's awesome honestly".
"You a fan or something love?"
"M-maybe, don't blame me! You were so cool!"
"Well thanks love, I find it cute when I run into people like you, all cute and innocent looking".
"Oh trust me, I'm not innocent".
"How so?"
"I have a body pillow of you that I've grinded once or twice". I instantly realized what I had said and shut my mouth. I turned from tan to pale white in a second and felt myself start to nervously sweat. Looking up, Lena blushed and covered her mouth. She burst out into laughter and I curled up into myself.
"That's so funny!" she said, putting her arm around my shoulder, "You're real cute love".
"Please don't laugh..." I mumbled, unable to talk.
"Come on love, you know that was funny, and you're so shy it's cute".
"Oh please, you're just saying that".
"I'm serious, I mean, you're busty, big butt, short, and a cute round face, what more could anyone ask for".
"I don't know, a personality, some confidence, anything remotely enjoyable".
"Don't be like that love, there's a time and a place for mopin' about, but not now, you're with me now, and I think I've grown sweet on ya".
"Really?"
"Yeah, there's always a chance to make friends, and I think I've just made one". I blushed and she pulled me closer. I blushed even more and she leaned her head on my shoulder. I was red and held my breath, not knowing what to do. 
"You wanna come over to my place?" she asked, her arm drifting down to my waist.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, too excited.
"Well alright, let's go".
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"Here we are". I watched nervously as she opened the door to her small apartment and led me in. I couldn't help but get nervous as she looked back at me and smiled. I began to sweat nervously and I wrapped my jacket tight around myself, ignoring how uncomfortable my chest was. I sat down on her couch and waited nervously as she headed over to the kitchen. I zipped up my jacket tight and curled up, resting my forehead on my knees. I barely heard her move in the kitchen. Only the clinking of cups and the opening and closing of cabinets. When she came back, she held two mugs, with a spoon in each. 
"Hope you don't mind the odd container," she giggled, "haven't done the dishes in a while, it's all I've got".
I just nodded and took the mug. Ice cream, I thought, holding the mug in both hands. Lena sat down next to me and started to dig in. I simply stared. I didn't know why. I just couldn't eat. I stared off into space. Lena's arm brushed up against mine and I snapped back to reality. "You okay love?" Lena asked, putting her mug on the table.
"Y-yeah," I said, putting my mug down all the same, "just, feeling a little off, I-I shouldn't be having too many sweets anyways".
"What do you mean?"
"Well you see my waist, and my thighs quite frankly, I-I just don't think I should gain any more weight".
"Oh nonsense, one cup of ice cream won't hurt you".
I picked up my mug again and took a small spoonful. I took the spoonful and Lena groaned. "You're too slow love!" she groaned.
"I-I'm sorry!" I said, blushing, "I didn't mean to make you mad".
"I'm not mad love, I'm just teasing, here -" she picked the mug and spoon from my hand "- I'll help you out". She got another spoonful and held it out in front of me. I blushed and she sighed. "I'm not gonna do the train love," she giggled, "Come on, it won't hurt". I wrapped my lips around the spoon and she pulled it away, leaving the ice cream. She smiled sweetly and my heart fluttered. The ice cream somehow tasted sweeter. She got another spoonful and I did the same thing. We did so for a while until she handed me the cup and spoon. "Now me," she said, smiling. I got a spoonful and held it out for her. She took it and closed her eyes, smiling even wider. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I love this".

"W-what do you mean?"
"Nobody treats me like this, yet you just met me and - I guess I'm just trying to say thanks love, just for being there tonight".
"Shhh, no more, just ice cream".
"Yes of course, sorry love, got a little emotional there".
"It's okay, I-I don't mind".
I gave her another spoonful and she kept on smiling. I hit the bottom of the cup and she frowned, ice cream still in her mouth. "I'm sorry," she said, surprisingly not spitting ice cream everywhere, "you want some more?"
"S-sure," I said, excited for my turn again. Lena wrapped one arm around my waist and put the other on my shoulder. Leaning close, she pressed her lips against mine slowly and started to kiss me repeatedly. I could taste the ice cream on her lips and as she pecked my lips, I wrapped my arms around her and moaned quietly. When Lena pulled away, I nervously pawed at her leg, not knowing what else to do.
"You actually want some more ice cream love? I could get some more".
"...yes please..."
"You want me to feed you some more don't you?"
I nodded quietly and she giggled. "You sure are special aren'tcha?"