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Ashe x Widowmaker: Dance Lessons

Widowmaker feels things and Ashe learns to dance. Short read btw.

Narrator POV:

"So, you've come to me... For dance lessons." The Widow raises an eyebrow at the albino cowgirl standing in front of her at her door, without her omnic butler.

"It's for a mission." Ashe looked to the floor, a bit of blush showing on her cheeks. 

"Sure it is", the Widow grinned as she gestured for Ashe to follow her inside her mansion.

"It is! I can't go around doing the cotton-eyed joe at a fancy party!" Ashe follows Amelie along into the dancing studio in her family home. It was quite breathtaking: The ceilings were wide and gleaming with daylight, the hardwood floors were tan and smooth, and the amount of mirrors covering the walls were amazing.

"You sure it is not just to get close to your girlfriend?" Amelie goes to one of the bars near the window mirrors and stretches out her legs. 

Ashe huffed,"I need dance lessons and you were a dance teacher."

"I taught people how to ballet, not how to waltz." She threw her sweatshirt at Ashe, revealing her black tank top. Ashe took the sweatshirt and plopped it on the ground far away from them. Her gaze now focus on the Widow's tank top. It was snug against her skin, outlining her curves just right. Amelie caught Ashe's eyes lingering at her hips, and tsked at her with a slight grin.

"Are going to teach me or not?!" Ashe's face was red with anger.

"Of course I'm going to teach you." Amelie walked closer to Ashe, "I'll take the lead and you follow along." Her blue hand took hold of Ashe's hand, while the other found purchase on her waist. 

"Put your free hand on my shoulder." Amelie instructed. Ashe followed her orders, touching her icy skin. 

"What if I step on your foot?" Ashe asked.

"I'll say ouch and we'll start over again." 

Ashe chuckled as Amelie began to move. It was a slow and easy pace to follow. Even so, Ashe couldn't stop herself from looking down at her feet. She didn't want to step on her foot, despite Amelie telling her it was ok. The black high heeled boots were sure to hurt, even if Amelie claimed to not feel as much pain as she did before her reprogramming. Amelie's hand reached up from her waist and gently pushed Ashe's jaw straight forward. 

"Chin up, cowgirl."

"Yes, mam." Amelie grinned, she loved it when Ashe would say that to her. It was respectful, and respect was hard to come by in these times. Talon's agents weren't exactly classy, it's a terrorist organization after all so what would you expect? Even so, the Widow misses times when people acted like they had manners. Meeting Ashe gave her a sense of nostalgia. For a founder of a gang, she didn't act like a barbarian. She had southern hospitality as they say. And that drew the Widow in.

As the two continued to dance, time seemed to slow down. Their eyes were locked on each other, their movements slow and steady enough for Ashe to follow along. Amelie began to hum a song as they danced along the wide empty dance room. The mansion that was once hollow became whole. There was warmth in the room, there was light in the dark. It was like the thrill she got from every time she successfully shot down her target. It was love. And it brought her a new sense of life. 

It felt like her body was radiating heat once again, it felt like pain... Wait pain?

"Shit!" Ashe muttered as she quickly removed her foot from Amelie's foot, "I'm sorry Amelie, I told you I'm no good at dancing." She went to walk away, the hand that was once on Amelie's shoulder backed away. The blood flowing through her veins went cold again. As Ashe was about to let go of her hand, Amelie tightened her grip on her hand and pulled her into a kiss. Ashe's red eyes went wild, her face turning the same color as her eyes. Once Amelie let go of the kiss, she put her hand on Ashe's reddened cheek.

"Ouch." She said, making Ashe laugh.

"I'm sorry, mam." Ashe leaned her forehead against Amelie's.

"No need to apologize, remember? You need to stop apologizing so much."

"I know, I just- I wish I was a better dancer, you know? We're both so very different, I want to like the things you like so we can spend more time together."

"That's what all this was about?" Amelie pecked Ashe's nose lightly.

"Yea." Ashe pouted her red lips.

Amelie giggled, "It's fine to be a little different. I love you the way you are, Ashe."

"And I love you my blue-"

"You know I don't like being nicknamed after a berry." Amelie put her index finger over Ashe's lips before she could finish her sentence.

"Alright, Amelie. Shall we dance?" Ashe lightly squeezed the Widow's blue hand.

"I thought you couldn't dance." the Widow teased.

"I'm taking dance lessons with my dance instructor." Ashe replied with a wink. Amelie wrapped a hand securely around Ashe's waist while Ashe put her hand on her shoulder. They continued to waltz around the room, filling the walls of the room with laughter and love.

The End