Conned~ (Moira X Sombra)

Chapter Three: The Healing

     Sombra was confused about Moira's attitude. She thought that the older woman gave up on relationships and sexual activity, if she had any at all. And Moira was thinking the same thing about Sombra. She was very loose and comfortable with herself. Had the hacker been in relationships and sexual activity as well? Sombra was thirty years old to boot and she had no idea how old the scientist was. She guessed between thirty to forty-nine years old. And she thought that Moira was pretty easy on the eyes. Moira had pretty mismatched eyes, her hair looked cool and was never messy or tangled, (she probably used hairgel) unlike Sombra's own hair on half of her head that made her look like a Medusa hybrid in the mornings. And the shaved half was either soft or prickly, it just depended on whenever she showered. Sombra Reaper and Widowmaker were back from a mission, they were covered from head to toe in ash and burn marks, while Moira stayed behind, working on accelerators for the team, this time, adding voice recognition locks and controls for each person, Reaper's and Sombra's knows Spanish and English, while Widowmaker's knows French and English, and Moira's knows English. Moira was finishing entering her  recordings of her team mate's  voices into their respective accelerators until she heard a heavy knock at her lab door, probably Reaper.
"Yes, come in." She answered.
"Moiraaaa, we need help!" She heard Sombra yell as her lab door opened.
"What the hell happened to you?" Moira asked.
"We didn't think that our opponents had flame throwers." Widowmaker replied, clear annoyance in her voice.
Moira's team mates were covered in ashes and black soot from head to toe, and she was trying her hardest not to laugh. "Can you please heal us?"
"Yes, one at a time, please." Moira answered summoning a yellow energy orb from her hand. Obiediently like school children, Reaper, Sombra and Widowmaker lined up in front of the scientist, knowing very well that she can switch her energy orbs to the purple ones that leach health at any time.
Moira focused her energy, and threw a crackling yellow orb at Reaper, almost like magic, the soot and ash on his suit disappeared, and the mask covering his face became white again instead of gray, then she threw one at Widowmaker, same as Reaper's, Widowmaker's suit lost it's forlorn ashy purple-gray color and came back to it's brilliant purple-pink. Her skin back to a light purple-blue color and her hair was still matted and loose put of it's ponytail. Then Sombra's turn, but she was stalling until the others left the lab. "Gabe and Amélie, you are dismissed. I will keep Sombra here for the night." Moira commanded. "She will be back on missions with you later tommorow." Sombra shivered at Moira's words. But she she shivered in the best way possible, she felt very turned on at the thought of everything that Moira could do to her, and what she could command Sombra to do to Moira, without realizing it, Sombra moaned out loud.
"Sombra? Are you okay?" Reaper asked.
"Gabe, I think we should leave Olivia and Moira alone." Widowmaker spoke to Reaper, flashing a quick wink at the horny woman. Sombra winked back with a small smile at the assassin. Then Widowmaker and Reaper walked out of Moira's lab. Leaving the hacker and the scientist alone.