In Mercy’s house.

When Tracer next opened her eyes she was looking at the wooden celling of Mercy’s house. She got up and looked around. Mercy was nowhere to be seen but a few clunking noises came out of the kitchen. Tracer needed to stretch her neck a little bit but she could make out the round shape of the medics butt in jeans, apparently Mercy had changed into casual clothes.

“Ah, you are awake.” Mercy said and came back from the kitchen, she wore a tank top, complementing her choice of pants. “I’m sorry for undressing you but I wanted to make sure you weren’t injured.” Tracer blushed, she hadn’t even noticed that she was naked, her breasts were at plain view for the Swiss. “But your uniform is pretty sturdy I got to say, besides the injury that knocked you out nothing got through it.”

“But could you do I a favour and not faint next time? It took quite a while to get you back here.” Tracer jerked up, right time how much did she have left? “How long was I out?” The brit asked, it couldn’t have been an hour, otherwise she would be begging Mercy to eat her out already. “I don’t exactly carry a clock around, but if I had to guess, it took me roughly half an hour to get you here and since then 20 minutes have passed.” Mercy pointed at a clock hanging above the table.

So Tracer had 10 minutes at best. “So, Mercy I did tell you about how my chronal accelerator did have a slight problem, yes?” Mercy nod in agreement. “Well, the problem isn’t that slight. Reaper actually got me in his evil little claws and Talon made some adjustments to it.” Mercy’s eyes widened in shock. “What kind of adjustments.”

“I get horny.” Tracer whispered barely audible. “What was that Tracer? You need to speak loud and clearly this is a serious problem.” Tracer was red as an apple already. “I get horny, okay? Every time I use my powers I got really worked up and need to cum or else I will probably lose my mind.” Mercy sat there, she had not been expecting that.

“So how come you are not staining my beautiful white sheets right now?” Mercy asked, “Because Athena designed some new gloves which postpone the effects for about an hour.” Tracer kept quiet about how she got her hands on these gloves, Mercy would probably not approve. The medic looked at the clock “So, how about this, I will take a nice enthusiastic walk through the woods and you will take a shower while I am gone.”

Mercy was already turning around to leave but Tracer grabbed her arm to stop here. “That won’t work.” She said. Mercy looked at her. “Why not? If you just need an orgasm, we all masturbate.” Mercy’s eyes darted over to her nightstand for a split second. “Nothing embarrassing about it.”

“But I can’t. At least not in that state, I need…” Tracer stopped for a second, “I need someone to help me.” Mercy was taken aback again, “And the only one around is me.” Tracer nodded and Mercy sat down on the bed besides Tracer.