Guilt and Redemption

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DDWArd
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"Mercy," Amélie said slowly. "She is the medic with the angel wings, oui?"

"Um, yes," Lena replied. She noticed Amélie was dressed fully and turned to her. The shirt was large, but it was supposed to be, and hung from the woman's shoulders almost haphazardly while the yoga pants looked comfortable even if they were a little short on her long legs. "You wouldn't be opposed to this I hope."

Amélie sighed. "I am not comfortable with the idea but you are right," She twisted her hair into a quick makeshift braid. "As long as Mercy knows I will not harm her just as I have promised you no harm."

"I told her everything so far."

"And we can trust her?"

"Very much so," Lena said looking very serious. "I understand this is a very dangerous situation, for both of us. We can trust Mercy. She will not turn you in or make any move against you. I promise."

The women looked at each other without further words for a few moments. The longer the silence lingered, the more anxious Lena got. She wanted to trust Amélie and she trusted Angela. She only hoped that Amélie wouldn't see this as a ploy to capture her or worse. Finally, Amélie nodded.

"If you trust her than I will as well," she said. "I trust you, Lena."

Lena sighed a breath of relief. "I won't do anything without you knowing. I promise. You came to me for help and I will help you."

"Merci," Amélie said quietly.

Lena turned to leave the bathroom when Amélie spoke again.

"Lena," she said barely above a whisper causing Tracer to turn to her once more. "I - I'm truly sorry for ever hurting you. I could blame it all on Talon and what I've been reprogrammed to do, but it doesn't seem like that's enough. I made choices and those choices were wrong. I should have been stronger."

"I believe you are strong," Lena said. "Without them around to influence you, you can get through this."

Amélie looked at her and Tracer saw the start of tears in her eyes. She moved to the woman and immediately wrapped her in her arms.

"Hey now, none of that," Lena said. "I'm here for you. Against all odds, I'm here."

"But why?" Amélie said fighting back fresh tears. "I can't believe you are doing so much for me. I don't understand why you would do these things for me at all."

"Because I can," Lena simply replied.

As she held this woman, once her worst enemy, in her arms, Lena knew why. Satya had been right. There was something between them. Tracer wasn't sure what it was, but it was strong. She only hoped it was strong enough to survive this.

6

Lena had treated Amélie to the best oven baked pizza her fridge could produce. There were no complaints. Between the two of them, all the slices were eaten quickly. She apologized about not having any wine, but Amélie had laughed that off. She seemed fine with the beer that was also stored in the fridge. They talked about many things, though Lena was wary and avoided strong subjects that Amélie either couldn't remember nor wanted to.

Amélie had been in ballet when she was a girl. It explained the grace and dancer like quality to her moves. Lena told her of her swimming team in school and how she had come so close to winning first place only to finally get one towards the end of her student athletics.

Finally the evening wore down and Lena yawned.

"I'll take the sofa if you want a comfy bed to sleep in," Lena told Amélie.

"Oh non, Chéri," Amélie said with a shocked expression. "I will not deprive you of your own bed. I am perfectly happy with the sofa."

"Alright, but I'll supply the pillow and a blanket," Lena said rising to the small linen closet in her room. She returned with a good soft pillow and the comforter that usually went on her own bed.

"I'm curious about something," Lena said as she opened up the comforter. "You have an unusually low body temperature. Will this one blanket be enough?"

"It should be fine," Amélie replied. "I'm used to being a bit cold."

"Alright then," Lena said as Amélie snuggled up with the pillow and comforter on the sofa. I can't believe Widowmaker is sleeping on my couch, Lena thought as she turned off the lamp and made her way to her own bed. She looked back at her house guest one last time before saying good night. She left her bedroom door open.

Lena lay in bed for a long time looking at the open doorway to the living room. Many thoughts, disturbing but not unpleasant, filled her head and she found it hard to sleep. Amélie Lacroix is sleeping on your sofa, Lena thought. In your house, on your sofa, sleeping. Satya's words replayed over and over. There's always been this aura about us, Lena thought. Why has someone like Symmetra noticed that but we never did?

What was this attraction between them anyway? Images of Amélie's beautifully naked body formed in Lena's mind and she felt her cheeks get warm. God, the woman was beautiful. This wasn't really news to Lena. She had always thought she was beautiful. Any kind of appreciation for that beauty was normally overshadowed by the terrible fact that she was a deadly assassin. Kind of hard to think about how pretty a girl was when she was trying to kill you. Lena shook her head and growled at herself.

Damn, Lena thought, I've got to stop this. She is damaged, her mind is cracking, possibly even breaking to a point of some sort of psychiatric breakdown and I'm lusting after her like a freaking schoolgirl. She was never going to sleep with these thoughts whirling around in her brain.

With a huff of exasperation, Lena got up and quietly went to the kitchen to get a cup of water. As she sneaked past, she couldn't help but look at Amélie. Awake, the woman was pretty as well as deadly. Asleep, however, the woman looked peaceful and absolutely angelic.

Lena realized she had stopped to watch her sleep and she shook her head and ran her hands over her face in frustration. My God, Lena, what's wrong with you?

She had just filled a cup and was about to drink when she heard Amélie moan in her sleep. Lena stepped out of the kitchen to find her groaning in desperation and struggling painfully with some inner demon. Lena didn't think, she only reacted and was at Amélie's side in seconds.

She sat the water aside and touched Amélie's face. "Amélie," she whispered soothingly, "it's ok. You're ok."

Amélie's eyes opened wide and she awakened with a small shriek. Fearfully, she pulled from Lena's touch and bolted to the far end of the sofa. Lena sat still with her hand still outstretched. She watched as Amélie looked at her and around her as if trying to place where she was.

"it's ok," Lena repeated softly, "you're still in my house. You're safe. Amélie, you're safe."

The fear melted from Amélie's eyes as she looked at Tracer. For a moment, many emotions crossed her features: fear, anger, realization, and then finally, a great sadness.

"Mon dieu," Amélie said squeezing her eyes shut. "What I wouldn't give for one night's sleep."

"Do you have nightmares often?" Lena asked.

"I have ever since..." Amélie didn't finish but Lena understood what she meant. Ever since Tekhartha Modatta and his assassination at her hands.

Amélie opened her eyes, expecting Lena to lunge at her as she had in that alley, but the expression on the woman's face took her breath away. Lena was sad. Not sad for what happened, but sad for her personally.

"I'm so sorry," Amélie whispered. "I know I've said it before and I will continue. I know just saying it doesn't bring him back nor any others I have killed. I don't know what to do."

"Yes, you do," Lena replied. "You can forgive yourself and try to move forward."

Amélie sat stunned as Lena took her hand.

"I forgive you," Lena said. "Like you said before, you made bad choices. I know you feel horrible about them. Is that what the nightmare is about?"

Amélie nodded. "That and the look in your eyes. The way you looked at me. I hurt you. I thought I wanted to hurt you. Make you suffer for taunting me and annoying me. Always laughing and mocking and screwing up my missions. I wanted so much to make you hurt and when I finally did, I hated it. I hated myself for it."

"Why me?" Lena asked. "I can't be the only one who got under your skin."

"You would think," Amélie replied, "but you did. I still think of that look in your eyes and it tears me apart, Lena. It makes me sick to think I did that to you. I don't know if I can ever get over hurting you like that."

"But why me?" Lena asked again. "What's so special about little old me that would make one of the world's most deadliest assassins question her motives?"

"I don't know," Amélie replied softly. She looked away, unable to look into Tracer's eyes a moment more. She did know why. She had been denying it ever since she met the silly girl.

"Yes, you do," Lena said and it brought Amélie back to Lena's face. "You know it because I know it too."

"What?" Amélie said.

"This."

Lena leaned in and took Amélie's face in her hands before touching her lips to hers. At first Amélie was shocked. The touch was immediate as was the warmth that spread through her. She made a startled sound but soon moved into Lena, letting her deepen the kiss. It was small and tentative at first, but soon, lips parted as they devoured each other. Tracer's lips were soft and warm, tasting and massaging Amélie's full ones.

They parted for a moment to look into each others eyes. Gold met brown and the feelings they had known deep in their hearts came to the forefront. There was no denying it now. Amélie leaned back, allowing Lena to lay on top of her, pressing her into the soft cushions beneath them. With that touch, Lena heard the small whisper of a moment of clarity.

"Oh my God," Lena said tracing Amélie's lips still warm from her touch, "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," Amélie admitted, "but I don't want to stop. I've always been drawn to you. I don't know why. It doesn't even make sense. We shouldn't be, but we are."

"I didn't know I wanted this so badly," Lena said quietly.

Amélie smiled and ran her fingers through Lena's spiky hair. "neither did I but somehow, we do ... I do. I want this. I want you. Please, Lena."

Their lips met again, almost fiercely, exploring each other, breathing each other in. Amélie's cool skin soon warmed as Lena touched her and kissed her. She moaned in pleasure and opened her mouth for Lena to take. She surrendered to this woman she thought she hated for so long. As her kiss took her to new heights she opened herself fully to Lena who, in turn, gave all she was to heal the broken pieces of her heart. All the pain, suffering, all the terror and harm she was and caused broke again and again as Lena touched her, reforming those pieces with the warmth and emotion that came with the curative touch of her lips.

She couldn't get enough. She felt as if she were suffocating and Lena was the only air. Her mind was in conflict. The conditioning fought with her deep set desires and was losing. This was so powerful, more powerful than Amélie originally thought.

As Lena moved to kiss her neck, Amélie arched into her touch. A sigh of built up need escaped her as Lena's teeth grazed her skin. "Mon Dieu," she breathed, "Ça se sent si bien!"

Lena's French wasn't that good but from Amélie's reaction, she liked what was happening. The cold skin was different, but it was soft and supple and drove Lena crazy. Kissing her neck, Lena could breath in her scent and it made her dizzy with desire. How had she not seen this? How could she have denied herself this woman? That was definitely past tense as far as Lena was concerned.

Suddenly, Lena was pushed away and it made her squeak out a small protest. She looked at Amélie with a confused look. Had she gone too far? Then, confusion gave way to pure lust as Amélie pulled the borrowed shirt over her head and tossed it beside them on the floor. Her breasts were small and round with dark purple nipples standing erect, asking to be touched. She sat on her knees, hair cascading down her shoulders and back, straddling Tracer between her thighs. Her face was nothing but desire and need, silently begging to be taken.

"Are - are you sure about this?" Lena asked, not wanting to take this too far too quickly.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Chéri," Amélie replied.

Lena rose to meet Amélie and ran her hands down the quivering muscles of her sides. Amélie hissed and tossed her head back, giving herself fully to Lena. Lena took one nipple into her mouth and kissed it gently before sucking on it briefly. Amélie responded with a moan.

"Bite them," Amélie pleaded. "Please."

Lena tested her by taking the nipple between her teeth and Amélie gasped.

"Harder."

Amélie let out a small cry as Lena took the already hard nipple and pulled it slightly with her teeth.

She likes it a little on the rough side, Lena marveled. This woman was so full of mysteries and Lena was eager to discover every one. Amélie's breathing soon became pants of joy and simple moans as Lena caressed, nipped, and licked one nipple and then the other.

Amélie was in heaven. This woman was amazing, beyond anything she had ever dreamed. She wrapped her arms around Lena's shoulders as she was swept away with pleasure. When she could take no more, she pulled Tracer from her breasts and kissed her, hard, moving her onto her back in a slow reversal of positions. Her hands reached under Lena's shirt and found the soft handful of one breast, the nipple just as hard as hers. Lena moaned into her kiss.

When they broke off the kiss, Lena pulled off her shirt, laying with her breasts, glorious and heaving, beneath Amélie's hungry gaze. She was so beautiful. Lena blushed as she told her so.

Leaning in, her lips encircled Lena's nipple. Lena's mouth opened as her eyes slipped closed. Amélie mimicked the sensual movements she had just experienced and Lena responded in kind.

"Oh Amélie," Lena breathed. "I can't believe we're doing this. I can't believe you are touching me like this."

"It feels so right," Amélie said gently kissing Lena's breast.

Lena sat up and wrapped her arms around Amélie, kissing her passionately. Her hands ran up and over where she knew her tattoo was. Her fingers blindly traced it as her tongue explored Amélie's mouth.

"I want to touch you, be inside you," Lena said quietly and Amélie softly moaned as Lena slid her hands around her firm ass and over her hips.

Amélie gasped and parted the kiss. She looked surprised.

"Do you not want me to?" Lena asked carefully. She searched Amélie's face for any sign of protest.

"It's just..."

"Just what?" Lena asked.

"I've never been with a woman before," Amélie admitted. She looked embarrassed and Lena smiled.

"Ah, I should have guessed that," Lena laughed a little to herself.

"Have you?" Amélie asked caressing Lena's shoulders.

"Yes," Lena replied. "I'm surprised you didn't know I was a lesbian."

"Ah," Amélie said with a slight knowing smile. "There is so much I don't know about you. I want to know more, Lena. I want you."

Lena kissed her again as Amélie lay back, allowing Lena to kiss down her flat belly while sliding the yoga pants down her long legs until she was, for the second time, naked before her. Lena ran her fingers over Amélie's thighs and continued to kiss further and further down her stomach, tracing her navel with her tongue, and traveled with languid strokes down her abdomen.

She felt nothing but smooth, soft skin and blinked as she pulled back slightly. She was pleasantly shocked to see no hair whatsoever.

"Blimey!" Lena exclaimed softly, "you're shaved?"

Amélie looked mortified and bit her lip as Lena smiled at her. "Don't tease me," she said in a small voice. "It's hard to move in a tight vinyl suit with pubic hair. Besides, it is very comfortable."

Lena gently parted Amélie's legs and looked with awestruck wonder at the woman's sex displayed like a beautiful purple flower. Amélie still looked embarrassed and wiggled a bit.

"God, Amélie," Lena said reverently, "you are so beautiful."

She kissed the hooded clit slowly and lovingly and Amélie squirmed erotically. "I promise I'll be gentle," Lena said before running her tongue over the labia.

Amélie gasped and murmured something in French that Lena didn't really catch. She felt Amélie's fingers grasp her hair, encouraging her to kiss and lick more. Lena placed her fingers over the outer lips and parted them, allowing full access to the soft folds within. Amélie moaned and cried softly aloud as Lena's tongue lapped her sex, teasing her swollen clit, and gently sucked her labia.

"Oh, Lena!" Amélie cried, "Mon dieu! This is so good! More, please! Don't stop, Chéri!"

Lena took Amélie's clit into her mouth and gently sucked as she cupped her pussy while she slid her middle finger inside to the second knuckle. Amélie's hips rose and she gasped.

The sensation was incredible. Amélie felt her muscles tighten and her body hum with each stroke of Lena's mouth on her. She lavished the new and wonderful feelings of ecstasy as Lena's slim finger penetrated her and touched her very core before pulling back and slowly plunging in again. Her body no longer felt cold. It was on fire. The heat built more as Lena stroked her and became an absolute inferno as she slid a second finger inside, wonderfully stretching her open and caressing her softest spots. She grew so wet that she often heard sweet squelching sounds coming from her pussy and was brought to the very peak as Lena lapped up her juices and stroked her with skilled fingers to coax more.

She felt like she was going to explode. It overwhelmed her and she arched against the cushions of the sofa as she rode Lena's wonderful mouth and hand. She felt her body contract in a beautiful and magnificent release. Lena gently licked and kissed, her fingers sliding slower as Amélie rocked her hips with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Lena then kissed up her body and held her close as her body twitched and her breathing tried to even out.

When Amélie had control again, Lena gave her a soft kiss. "So beautiful," Lena whispered running her fingers over Amélie's belly and chest.

"I never thought it would be like that," Amélie panted. "You are simply amazing."

Lena simply hummed and snuggled into Amélie's shoulder while she played with the haphazard spikes of her hair. They stayed like that until they both started drifting off.

Lena sat up and gently tugged Amélie's hand. "Let's go to bed," she said softly.

"You would allow me into your bed?"

"Definitely."

Amélie stood and Lena looked again at her beauty before frowning a bit.

"What is it?" Amélie asked concerned.

"Almost forgot something," she said before she stuck her thumbs in the sides of her sleeper shorts and pulled them off with one quick stroke.

Amélie stared at the now naked woman before her. Lena had long limbs like hers. In fact, her body was completely complementary to hers. She stalked slowly towards Lena while her eyes traveled down the sleek swimmer muscles, the flat tummy, and the small, trimmed patch of hair crowning her sex. Amélie wrapped her arms around and pressed her body fully to Lena's before kissing her. The feeling of skin on skin, unhindered, felt so good.

"You don't shave it all off," Amélie said smiling against Lena's lips.

"I could if you want."

"I could help."

Lena wrapped her arms around Amélie's slim waist and kissed her deeply.

"If it feels as wonderful as you do, I'll definitely give it a shot," Lena said.

The two women went to Lena's bed together, hand in hand, and resumed the snuggling position they started on the sofa. Amélie kissed the top of Lena's head.

"No more nightmares for you tonight," Lena said, tightening her embrace. "I'm here for you. No worries, Love, the cavalry's here."

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