#multiverse aware

I’m Caitlin Lennox, the current vessel of the allspark. long story. anyways, I’m in need of some new friends, so says my entire family. So! let me know if you wanna hang out!

“Mhm. Science. Keep tellin’ yerself that, Spider.”

McCree looked Widowmaker over. The man had never been one for shame, and he didn’t think now would be a good time to start. “Ye’re a classy woman under all the blood an’ despite the cold aloofness, I think there’s a part’a ye that likes bein’ the center’a someone’s attention. So the night’ll start with dinner. Ye’d look stunnin’ in any dress, but I imagine ye’d wear one with a deep cut back cuz ye know yer ass is flawless an’ y’ain’t about t’let an asset like that go t’waste when ye know it’ll get ye what ye want.”

McCree smiled. “Not that I’d be complainin’ of course. Good food, fine wine, maybe a little too much so some color comes back t’them cold cheeks’a yers. Y’play hard t’get like y’always do, but deep down we both know my goofy but charmin’ flirtin’s workin’. My hand on yer thigh only promises more and as the night progresses it slowly works up under yer dress so I can start rubbin’ ye through yer panties- if ye chose to wear any that is. We’re still in public so ye can’t let others know what I’m doin’ to ye but the need t’keep quiet only heightens it for ye. Y’like the danger of it. I just wanna see how long it takes ye t’drag me somewhere more secluded so I can fuck ye hard an’ fast.”

He paused, eyes looking her over and gauging her response thus far.

“Course hard an’ fast is a quick come, but hardly a satisfyin’ one. The minute the bill is paid, we’re in a town car headed back t’yer place. There’s no more pretense’a civility by this point an’ ye spend the entire ride in my lap, one hand between yer legs an’ the other massagin’ a breast ye’ve so graciously decided t’pull out an’ bestow upon me. Y’don’t even bother t’put yerself right as we leave the car an’ walk up t’yer door. We both know the dress is comin’ off the minute we’re inside anyway. Ye regain some composure as ye step out of it all graceful like an’ I gotta admit I like the way ye look standin’ there in only yer heels. We’re handsy as we head towards yer bedchamber, an’ ye’re surprisingly tender with yer kissin’. We can trace our path back via the trail’s clothes ye peel off me an’ leave on the floor. Once we’re in yer bed, things are slower, far more deliberate, but the result is infinitely more fulfillin’ than the quickie at the restaurant.”

She listened, not a word from her lips for the longest time. Even once he was done, the sniper remained silent, and apparently very much focused on something else in front of her - though really all there was were the silent rolling rocks of canyons. The desert had a way of making things seem almost romantic - she thought.