#blinkiing

Ey! I’ve got that on too!

She watched her with interest. Every touch, every movement, there was always some little game that Lena played. Amelie found it somewhat endearing, as much as she could pinpoint that sensation. 

Those warm, soft lips on her ankle earned the Brit a light sigh from the woman, and she reached out for her partner with a smile tugging at hte corners of her lips.

Tracer please. And I can only think about Emily. How would she react to her gf being sucked through time again?

@blinkiing ♥’d for a starter

Ever since the attacks got worse in London and became oddly focused on Lena, the people of Overwatch decided that for her safety Emily would move on base. Sure it was a danger to have a civilian on base at all, but with so many there, the likeliness of her being able to be attacked decreased. At first, Emily didn’t mind. It was nice at the base sometimes. She got to meet so many of the people she heard about from Lena. But the walls felt like a trap some nights when Lena was out on missions. She was barred from certain areas and when many of them were gone she was confined to the safest areas. 

The base became a prison in some aspects. She wondered if this happened with any other significant others in the past. If they felt the rush of insanity at the back of their minds. She got most of her energy out through certain works. She worked with paints and sewed more than usual, not even thinking about the now flourishing garden.

That’s where she sat when she could.

How did she let this happen? This was her enemy. This was the woman that has tried to kill her so many times in the past. That almost destroyed her accelerator and left her wincing in pain.

The woman that couldn’t feel.

Yet here she was. Laying in Lena’s arms.Her cold skin not bothering the Brit in the slightest. Then the silence was broken. The words rang through her ears. The accent being part of the reason they were here right now. One of the things that kept her reeled in.

They shouldn’t be like this. It wasn’t right. And Lena wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Vous êtes bien ?“, a whisper, her face laying against the other’s chest caused her words to be muffled. “Are you alright?”, the woman asked again before lifting her head to look up at Lena.

A tingle of concern, enough to cause the Widowmaker plenty of discomfort, sneaked up in her heart. She slowly shifted, propping herself up on her elbow, eyes searching for answers from the smaller, lithe Brit that was sharing a bed with her.