Admiration

Brigitte often thought back to one of her earlier missions...

The battlefield was a warzone. The Swiss engineer was running ragged, patching up her allies and staving off enemies, when she found herself out of position-- And swiftly punished because of it. A devastating hit launched her back against a wall.

Her armor, so lovingly crafted, had crumbled! In an instant, she'd gone from a noble and formidable knight, to a dazed and humiliated girl, cradling her huge, freckled tits in the middle of a firefight. Enemies were closing in, Brigitte thought for sure that her Overwatch career would be short-lived...

And in an instant, Lena stood in front of her.

She stood tall. Firm. Not a stitch of clothing on her tight, slightly battered body. Yet she seemed so... So heroic in that moment! Here Brigitte was, with thick armor, and a shield, and a mace-- And Tracer was protecting her, without a shred of protection, modesty or embarrassment.

So the contrast... Was a bit much.

"Right! I'm thinking... Smoothies! No, no-- Chinese! You like Chinese? Could be a bit messy though..."

Tracer was practically bouncing down the hall, talking a mile a minute! Her tits bounced with her animated movements. These modest little swells on her thin frame, just big enough to jiggle as she practically skipped down the hall.

This hero, who Brigitte so admired, was a 5'4, hyperactive Brit, prancing her naked butt across the base like she was having a sugar rush! Lena paused when she heard her friend start giggling behind her.

"Oi! You havin' a laugh at me?" Lena spun on her heels, poking Brig's chest accusingly. Her expression was playful, thankfully. "Sorry, it's just..." Brigitte hesitated for a moment, but looking at those big, curious eyes-- She couldn't help it!

"You are just so cute!" She gushed. That was enough to catch Lena off guard, but then Brig brought her hands to her bare hips-- Lifting her off her feet without a hint of effort! Lena was laughing immediately, squirming in her powerful grasp. "What?! Hey, come on now! I'm still your superior!"

"It's a little late to act professional now!" Brig teased, giving the heroine a bear hug. "Seriously though! How are you this adorable, and upbeat, and easy-going? Do you know how many people have seen you naked, just walking down this hall?"

"Oh, cute, am I? You like seein' me show everything off, Miss Lindholm?" Tracer brought her arms over the engineer's toned shoulders, biting her lip to hint at her excitement. She liked having girls fawn over her.

"Well, suppose I'm in a good mood! I always end up naked. But there's something fun about doing it by choice. Totally free, nothing to hide! And I got some cute company, too..." She held Brigitte's head against her little chest, making her cheeks flush almost as red as her hair.

"Now-- If you're done gettin' me all worked up, can we get some grub? Or are you planning to carry me the whole way?"