#getyerashebackheremccree

Ashe had been fast asleep in bed when Lena decided to take their heated flirtation and stolen kisses to the next level. Letting her guard down even a bit seemed to have backfired on the cowgirl a bit when she awoke to find her legs cuffed and the little English crumpet pressing kisses all along her lean body. Before she could even begin struggling, her lips were pressed to the other woman’s as her wrists were restrained.

Drowsy, aroused, and pissed, Ashe would squirm and writhe beneath Lena as she attempted to free herself and take control as usual. Her struggles were in vain, of course, as the Brit had gotten her good.

“Ya coulda jest shaken me iffin’ ya wanted my attention, Crumpet.”

“Ah, like you’re not enjoying this.” Lena smirked as she moved to press another kiss to her lips, deeper, longer this time. There was something inquisitive there, something prodding, asking permission that this was alright, that Ashe was comfortable like this. 

One bare knee came up between Ashe’s legs as Lena sat back, eyes a bit wild at what she’s done--Here was Ashe, hers, if she so wanted. 

@getyerashebackheremccree​

She was tense in his arms, and her eyes were wide. But she wasn’t attacking or even threatening him yet. So she was either caught very off guard…or the feelings might have been mutual.

His breath against her cheek caused a soft shudder to course through her. His tongue against her earlobe made her bite her lip hard to keep her moan in check. Her head would tip back against the wall, giving him plenty of room to roam those sweet lips of his.

“W-Why?”

My Muse is really sick and trying to hide it. Send, “Get in bed right now!” for My Muse’s reaction to Your’s finding out 

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets || accepting

🏹- For a talent they wish they had 

In McCree’s point of view most people don’t really have a talent - yeah, maybe they started out doing something better than others, but most of the time they practiced hard and much to become good at something. So there’s not really something he wishes he had a talent for, since he could probably learn most stuff if he were in the mood to just work hard for it.

He usually doesn’t do this strictly for sneaking, but when he has a good reason; he’s been known to indulge in subterfuge on occasion. 

An example is now, as he utilizes what he’d learned from Gabriel and Jesse about sliding in unnoticed and unannounced right into the middle of the infamous Deadlock Gorge. Bypassing the sentries had been easy- as the badlands are big and wide, and there’s always multiple entrances and exits to anything. 

And having access to unusual tech had left him with an entire dossier devoted to a certain Elizabeth Ashe. 

She’s not a bad woman, per se- but the old drill sargent in him thinks she could have done so much better with her life and her advantages. Still, she was a definite part of Jesse’s life, and Jesse IS important to him-

—one of the last few friends he has, really- next to Ana and Lena. 

So that in her living suite, on the table- is left a single wrapped gift in his signature blue and white with red accents. It’s not much, pictures he’s pulled from different archives of her and the Deadlock gang in a piece of wallart made to look like a tree. He’s in and out as soon as he can, hopping onto the Honda 758-V he’d purloined as fast as he can.

And back out onto the road- as if he’d never been. 

With the sound of air rushing by, Reaper - or rather his half-form, all wispy smoke and gunpowder, raced past the new arrival and materialized right behind her.