The Flower of Death Blossoms (Female Reaper x Male Reader)

Chapter 9: Spec Ops (Part 1)

Your mind wakes up with the warmest feeling ever, it's kind of making you want to go back to sleep. You reluctantly open you eyes and let out a yawn.

"Oh, yeah." You say to yourself, stretching a bit and looking at the inside of the hotel room you were in. Memories of why you were here entered your mind, making you grin slightly and look at the figure next to you.

"Reaper..." You think out loud, saying the name with a smile. She moves a bit but she's still asleep, her back pressed tightly against you with your arms around her waist. You smell her hair and your nose is immediately filled with sweetness, kind of like vanilla but with a hint of some unnameable sweet fruit. You kiss her head and snuggle with her once more, pulling her into you.

"Reaper wake up..." You whisper into her ear softly as you kiss her neck gently. She stirs slowly and opens her eyes just as fast, turning her head to you.

"Morning gorgeous..." You smile, bringing a hand up to her face. Your hands slides across her smooth cheek, her eyes closing and her head following your touch.

"Good morning, Y/N." She yawns, turning her whole body towards you and stretching. As she stretches, you can feel her entire curves and form.

"Mhmm." You moan, your hands now sliding along her sides. She giggles a little and relaxes her body, her outstretched arms now assuming a position around your neck.

"What now?" She smiles, her green eyes looking at you for 'orders'.

"I could get us some coffee." You suggest, shrugging your shoulders. Reaper smiles and nods, giving you a long kiss.

"Okay, just don't take long or I'll get lonely..." She teases, letting go of you so you could get up. You do so and put on your uniform, leaving the heavy pieces of your armor off.

"I'll come back as soon as I can." You reply with a smile, kissing her one last time before heading out the door. You close it behind you carefully and look around, there isn't much activity outside your room.

"I'll take the stairs." You think out loud, deciding you would be faster than the elevator. You rush down the stairs and reach the first floor rather quickly, speeding your way to the café in the casino/hotel.

"Two mocha frappes, please." You say when you reach the register, pulling out a credit chip. The worker smiles and takes it, orders the drinks and typing on the digital register.

"Here you go." The worker says cheerfully, handing you the two frappes.

"Thank you." You say grabbing the drinks and turning around.

"No, thank you. I feel honored to serve an Overwatch agent." She replies, blushing a bit. You grin slightly but make your way to the elevator, not wanting to risk dropping the drinks by using the stairs. You call the elevator by pressing the button, tapping your foot impatiently.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." You mumble, watching the elevators progress as it reaches the fifth floor, than the fourth and so on. When it reaches the first floor, it opens up and two guys walk in with you. They're dressed in tuxedos, hands formally clasped in front of them. You shrug and press the fourth floor button, waiting impatiently again.
As the door closes and the elevator starts to move, the men slowly put their hands to their sides. You feel a sudden sense of danger and quickly jerk your head back just as a handgun fires where it was.

"Dammit!" You shout, ramming the man to your left with your body and kicking the one to your right. You look at your drinks and groan, unable to fight properly with both in your hands. The left man recovers from the shoulder charge and aims the gun at you, squeezing the trigger. You quickly kick his knee and it buckles, dropping the man and making the shot way off target. The man to your right attempts to smash you into the elevator wall, using his right arm to grab you and throw you. He manages to grab you but as he does, you knee his stomach and elbow his head downwards. As the two men fall, you use the time to set your drinks on a nice little platform a couple feet above you on the elevator. The right man soon gets up and charges you in the confined space of the elevator, picking you up with both hands and slamming you down in the ground.