Trial Run(ning)

Tracer decided to run.

That's what she did best. More than being a hero, or inspiring the public, or even flying planes! If Lena hadn't picked up the orange spandex and time doohickey on her chest, she likely would've wound up in the Olympics, running as fast as her shapely legs could carry her!

Blinking through time was cool. Obviously. But it was just that-- A blink. Done in an instant, no exertion. She didn't get that rush, that euphoria! The feeling of her mind detaching from all her worries, all her stress, and focusing solely on the next step!

No, not even space-time mumbo jumbo could outdo a good run.

The Overwatch track was her home away from home. A nice, spacious area, which Lena often had to herself when she needed some time to think. She'd lost track of how many laps she'd done! Heart nearly pounding over the music in her ears. Sweat gave her tight, somewhat scrawny body a sheen in the afternoon light as she finally slowed to a stop.

She bent over, hands on her knees-- And just as her song ended, she heard an audible little "woah-"

She turned around to find none other than Brigitte! Her teammate, and one of the younger members of Overwatch. The muscular blacksmith had evidently been watching her run-- Only to avert her gaze when Lena bent over, getting a front row view of her tight little holes...

Lena had been doing her sprint in the nude, if it weren't obvious.

"Blimey!" Lena jumped, covering her backside with her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, love! Didn't even notice you there! Sorry about the er, flashing..."

"No, no, it's okay!" Brigitte was quick to raise her hands. "It's my fault. I wanted to run with you, but you seemed so... In the zone, I didn't want to disturb you. I shouldn't have been staring like that. Even if it was... Really something."

Brig had accompanied Tracer on missions! Which means, she's seen her naked. Just about everyone on the team had at this point, be it briefly or for extended periods. But this was the first case of... Recreational nudity that she could remember.

"Really something, was I?" Lena asked upon catching her breath. A hint of that playfully flirtatious tone seeping in. "Can you be more specific? Was it my chest, my backside..."

"Not like that... Well-- Maybe a little like that, I mean--" Brigitte was stammering. So tough and formidable, but she was so easy to fluster. "You're just... In your element out here. Just like I am in the workshop. It's nice to watch! The nudity is just a bonus." She explained.

"So, uh... Why are you running naked? Is this a Chronal thing?"

"It's a Lena thing." Lena responded. Dropping her playful flirting, and showing a bit more embarrassed-- Notably more over her reasoning, than actually being bare.

"I dunno. I'm burning through so many outfits... Literally, I do a bit of time hopping, and they just burn away. I always end up starkers. Maybe it's time I quit fighting it." Lena sighed, but placed her hands on her hips. Flashing that adorable little smile that placed her on so many magazines and posters.

"Tracer... Full-time nudist. Just be a heroic little jaybird. Laws are pretty lax on that, yeah?"

"It's the fans I'd be more worried about..." Brigitte chuckled. God, she couldn't imagine. Running across a battlefield was one thing, but the fan events? Interviews? Even just hanging around the base...

Not wanting to get caught up in her daydream, Brigitte refocused. Flexing her arm, she gave her speedy friend a little grin. "Well, if anyone messes with you, I'll just have to be your shield!"

"Runnin' around with all my bits out, and a big, strong lady knight to keep me safe?" Tracer matched her grin, and took it a step further-- Or, a few steps, as she stood close to Brigitte's larger frame.

"You know how to encourage a girl!"