Spend Some Time ~WidowTracer~

Chapter Four

~Widowmaker~

Me and Lena lay on her bed, panting and blushing like mad. She turns and smiles, kissing me and cupping my cheek. I smile back.

"Ameliè?" She asks.

"Y-Yes Lena?" I ask, staring into the chocolate brown of her eyes.

"Promise me that, no matter what, you won't leave me, okay?" She asks.

~Tracer~

I wake up panting from an unwelcomed, and inappropriate, dream. Or memory. Or whatever the hell it was. I clutch my pillow, burying my face into it.

Moments like that won't happen again.

I sigh, closing my eyes, almost falling asleep again. My door opens and I roll out of bed, pulling a pistol from my nightstand and coming up to a crouch. I slink into the kitchenette, peaking over a counter to see a short girl with long hair.

"Hana!" I chirp, holding the pistol loosely. She smiles, her mouth forms an "O" before she looks down, obviously flustered.

"Yesu Lena! Neo bannache ya!" She yells, averting her gaze.

"What?" I ask, looking down. "Cripes love! S-sorry!" I yank a tablecloth out of a drawer and cover myself with it. The gamer flinches when the drawer is slammed shut.

"I-I'll wait outside..." She mutters, leaving. I quickly go to my room and pull on an all white t-shirt before skipping to the door. Hana leans against the wall, slightly red. I pull an earbud from her ear.

"Is it safe now?" She teases.

"Pizoff." I squint at her, hugging her as soon as she enters my apartment. She hugs back, refusing to let me go.

"'D'ya hear? They're recalling Overwatch!" I squeal. She giggles, and I can't help but smile at how adorable the sound is.

"Why do you think I'm here?" She asks.

"Homework help?" I tease. She playfully punches me in the arm.

"Can I offer you a drink?" I ask.

"I'm underage." She reminds me.

"By American standards. But, seeing as how we're Special Operations, I'm sure one wouldn't hurt."

"I have to stream." She whines.

"I wonder how interesting it would be to watch a drunken D.Va stream Payday?" I challenge.

"No. Any other game but that." She glares.

"Street Fighter?"

"Nope." She shrugs.

"CS?" I press.

"Pfft." She laughs.

"Outlast?" I dare.

Her eyes widen. "Nope. Uh-Uh. Never. Nope." She shakes her head No repeatedly.

"Awww~ Is the wittle B.Va scared?"

"Firstly. Don't call me that, secondly, No." She responds.

"Prove me wrong then."

"That's unnecessary CPU usage!" She yells.

"Whatever that means." I scoff. "Hana is scared! Hana is scared!" I taunt in a sing-song voice.

"Am not." She grunts, crossing her arms.

"R-2." I joke.

"Did you just..?"

"You walked right into that one. How 'bout I sing you a Song?" I tease.

"Not funny." She slightly smiles.

"It made you laugh."

"Did not."

I pick her up and she squeals. I drop her onto the bed.

"Don't make me do it!" I threaten, pinning her.

"No! No tickles!" She squirms, trying to escape my grip.

"Then play the game!" I order jokingly.

"No!" She defies. I start tickling her and she begins laughing, squirming more.

"No! Stop itt!" She pleads, still laughing.

"Never!" I yell back, continuing to tickle her. She kicks me and tries to slip out, only making our lips connect for a split second before I pull away.

"Hana! I'm sor-" I stop because she's just staring into my eyes. Time seems to slow, it seems the two of us stay like this forever, I slowly let go, she sits up and leans on the headboard. Before I can get up, she grabs my collar and pulls me to her, kissing me lightly. I freeze- partially in shock, partially bewildered.

"Are you gonna kiss me back or what dummy?" She asks, her arms around my neck.

I snap back to reality, ignoring my imagination, which is currently filling my mind with images of her. She's biting her lip slightly and I smile, slamming my lips against hers. She smiles, sighing in content before pulling me close enough to have our bodies touching. I cup her face with my hands, continuing to kiss her. When I lick her lip, opens her mouth for my tongue.

I pull away. "Hana... We can't... You're nineteen-" I begin to say.

"-So?" She cuts me off and places a finger to my lips, pulling me back into a kiss. I kiss down her jaw and she shudders, gasping once when I kiss her neck slightly. I kiss and begin sucking the same spot. She tilts her head for me, so I nibble her earlobe gently. She moans and grips my shirt lightly before pulling it off.

I pull off her hoodie, then her shirt, going back to kissing her. She smiles, pulling me as close as possible to her.

"I love you Lena..." She says, looking up at me. I smile back at her.

"How could I prove that I feel the same?" I ask, more questioning myself than her. She whispers something in my ear, her blushing wildly. I giggle.

This is gonna be one hell of a night.

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As an apology for not updating these past few days. Or weeks. I have no idea on the passage of time currently, I figured I'd write at least a little something related to smut. Ish. Well. There you go.