Tracer woke up to a mysterious bang, to only realise it was a dream. She shook off the adrenaline that started to make her break a sweat, got up, put on her favourite tank, and wandered to the kitchen to make some coffee, only to find Widowmaker, bleeding on the floor.
Tracer and Widowmaker have been enemies for as long as Overwatch existed, so why is she there?
Tracer quickly ran over to her without even hesitating to the fact they don't even like each other.
As Tracer approached her, she found a deep wound in her lower stomach.
Tracer carefully picked up Widowmaker and ran her to the basement. She was hazy, in and out of consciousness, she was scared, they both were, she didn't want to lose her, not yet anyway.
Widowmaker's blood was as cold as ice. It was enough to make Tracer think if she could even feel anything.
Soon enough, Widowmaker had been patched up, if it weren't for Tracer she would have been dead.
Widow had awoken from her unconscious sleep, only to be suprised at where she found herself.
Tracer, was lying beside her asleep. Widowmaker felt safe in her presence, slowly yet surely, she realised she was not the enemy.
She let out a shiver while getting up off of the small, uncomfortable mattress that was on the floor.
"What are you doing? You should be resting" Tracer said.
"It's hard to rest when my blood is running cold" Widow fired back.
"What about your wound? It needs rest, im worried about you, you've been out for at least 12 hours" Tracer said quickly, trying to make a valid point.
Widowmaker apologised, did she really dispise Tracer?
Widowmaker saw Tracer's point, and went back to the shitty mattress to sleep.
Tracer was disturbed by the shivering and groaning that was let out by the woman beside her.
She rolled over, and hugged her, trying to keep her as warm as she could.
Widowmaker looked up at Tracer, staring at every feature she could find, she was trying to figure out what was so special about her.
Tracer pov
I can't believe im doing this right now. Why is she staring at me? i started to feel insecure, I stopped hugging her and got up of the floor. She was confused on why i stopped, she got up and followed me the few steps i took.
"What's wrong?" Widow asked.
"Nothing" i snap back at her.
I turn back to Widow, feeling some sort of connection.
Her soft brown eyes made me fall in love.
She stares back into mine, i thought we hated each other, i was so confused on what was happening, but for some weird reason, I liked where it was going.
She comes closer to me, still staring into my eyes, she puts her hands against my waist, pulls me closer, leans in and slowly kisses my lips while her cold hands still on my lower back.
How is this even happening, i continue to repeat over and over in my mind.
I'm actually kind of into it.
Her hands move up to my neck and jaw, i felt awkward with my hands just dangling there.
i follow and put my hands on her neck, soon enough one hand moves down to her lower back, and the other slowly follows, causing her to smirk as it moves down her side.
she picks up my legs, wrapping them around her waist, i was trying to be cautious of her wound, but she wasn't even flinching.
She kisses my neck, i couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
She stops, stares back into my eyes, and lays me down on the ground.
"Are you sure?" she said with quite seriousness.
"I'm sure" i say back.
She takes off my clothes, piece by piece, i do the same back.
I couldn't help but notice Widow's butt, how is it that big??
We continue making out passionately, smiling every time our lips weren't touching.
Moments go by, and we had finished.
She lays back down beside me, i cuddle her from behind.
I stroke her back with the ends of my nails, admiring the tattoo that was placed there, i trace it with my finger. She lets out a soft laugh.
All that was flowing through my mind was how that was one of the best things I've had happen to me in a while.
I admit, it was a bit weird having sex with someone i once hated, but tonight she was different, and im glad she was here.
I kiss Widow's cheek, i smile and quickly get up off the ground. i put my long tank on, and walk to the kitchen to get that coffee i had wanted more than hours ago.
Widow walks in after me.
"Coffee?" i ask.
She nods with a smile on her face.
She comes up behind me, hugging me from the waste.
"So, what happens now?" She asks with a mysterious tone.
"Anything you want it to be" i say back to the girl i know is the one for me.
