We Used To Be Close

Dove (🍋SLIGHT LEMON🍋)

Mercy POV

I sigh and look up at her, noticing the hope and longing in those two miss-matched eyes that I've always loved to stare into and get lost in. I sigh again and looked down while rubbing my temple again "Moira... I can't just drop everything to join a terrorist organization, I mean they've killed many innocent people. Mein Gott Moira, and Gabriel or should I say Reaper, pretty much wants to kill everyone that was in Overwatch." I looked up and saw her face visibly flinch from my voice raising higher "I mean I... I do care about you, but I don't know" I say while lowering my voice to try and calm the headache that was coming on so suddenly.

She sighs and grabs both of my hands and brings them to her lips, kissing them oh so softly "I know my dear Angel, but you must realize that they don't care about your accomplishments or how many times you've done everything to make sure they've survived in battles. And lets not forget how hard you've worked to the point you've almost gotten sick." She lets one of my hands go to wrap one hand around my back pulling me closer to her and sending a deep jolt of heat to start pooling in my lower stomach just like in my dream. I shudder just thinking about it, which she seemed to notice due to the big grin that spreads across her face causing me to let out a light chuckle under my breath. "Moi-" before I could continue she places her lips against mine, first the kiss is soft and warm but soon becomes a heated passion as I give into it.

Her tongue licks the bottom of my lip asking for entrance which I gladly gave into. We fought for dominance which she obviously won, the kiss increased in heat as did the heat in my lower stomach which sent jolts to my core. She lets go of my other hand to lift me up onto the counter while holding our deepening kiss or should I say make-out session.

MOIRA POV

I expected her to hit me or push me away, but the fact that she doesn't do it pleases me on many levels. I let my hands travel around her body, getting a feel of all the things they've missed these many years apart, the warmth and the softness of her skin, everything that I wasn't able to have in so long. I wonder does she feel the same way about this as I do, as is a reunion is happening but making it explode in so many wondrous ways that bring us so close together. My hands adeptly move her shirt up asking for permission to continue taking things further, and hoping she doesn't say no for I want her more than I've ever wanted anything in a long time. She lifts up her arms giving the go ahead and I gladly take off her shirt in a heart beat, breaking our make-out session in the process.

Now I can finally get a good look at how disheveled she looks, and oh is it glorious. Her lips parted and swollen from our heated make-out, her hair slightly messy from the fact she woke up only moments before, her soft pale skin and icy cold eyes with an intensity to them, as if she's daring me to continue down this path to ultimate completion. And I gladly accept this challenge head on like many challenges before it. My lips attack her jaw and painstakingly move to her neck, nipping and sucking at the soft heated flesh, she gasp and grips onto my shoulders tightly as if its a lifeline of some sort. "Moira" is a whisper of her voice calling me, begging me to go further. I pull away and proudly look at all the marks trailing over her neck and collarbone, a smirk coming to my face "My, My Angel. Look at you... So perfect with my little markings over your porcelain skin" I praise not only my work but her in the process, making her blush darker than she already was.

"Who told you to stop" she mumbled lowly but loud enough for me to hear her. "Oh, so you do want this as much as me  my dear little Dove" the new nickname seemed to peak her interest as her eyebrow raised questioningly. "Oh I'm a dove am I?" she mocked lightly, I chuckled and kissed her again "I thought you'd prefer that over Angel, but if you don't wan-" before I could finish she slammed her lips against mine and practically ripped my shirt off. "Stop talking and keep kissing me you bloody idiot" she growled out, which made me go wide eyed for a second before gaining my composure again. "Of course my Dove".

AGAIN I KNOW THIS IS A VERY SHORT CHAPTER, BUT I'M VERY BUSY. DON'T WORRY I'LL START WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER TOMORROW WHILE DOING DISHES AS TO BE MORE INVOLVED AND ACTIVE WITH THIS STORY.

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