Make it happen.

To your will, Tracer gives in to temptation. She's always wanted to anyway, so it doesn't take much. She continues to lay back her hands and gives no resistance as the blue fingers caress a mere inch from her pussy. Widowmaker bites her own lip, clearly interested in continuing. Finally, one finger glides over Tracer's sensitive spot through her pants, and she moans out quietly.

"My pet wants more, yes? Perhaps you should undress for me," Widowmaker whispers.

Tracer nods shamefully, but seems way too aroused to say no. She's released from her grip, but instead of fleeing, she tosses away her goggles. She then carefully removes her coat and device, placing them side, and is now dressed in just her boots, tight pants, and a black brassiere.

"Oh yes," Widowmaker purrs as she slides her hands down her own form. Tracer's eyes don't look away.

Not allowing her to continue, the assassin steps directly in front of the agent and slides her fingernails down her chest. She plants her lips firmly against the other girl's as she undoes the bra, allowing it to drop. The tongue exploring Tracer's tongue causes the agent to moan softly and turn a bright red. Her own hands caress Widowmaker's divine form, immediately going down to squeeze her rear.

"You want it that bad, do you?" Widowmaker says with a wink.

Tracer nods.

She then lowers the top of her outfit, showing off her bare breasts to Tracer--both of them standing nude from the waist up. They embrace, and their breasts push together as they begin to explore each other's rears and sides. They kiss passionately.

Without hesitation, Widowmaker throws Tracer down again, and kisses her breast--licking it slowly. Her tongue moves up until he mouth once again kisses the other's. She sits up, and she begins to tug down Tracer's pants and removes her shoes, leaving her dressed in only underwear, but she promptly tosses them too.

The Overwatch agent lays naked on the roof, gazing up at her temptress.

Said woman stands up to look down at Tracer, and slowly drops her pants in a melodic swinging of her hips. Removing her own boots as well, she tosses them aside, revealing that in no way was she wearing any underwear. Naked, she presses her blue body down on the other girl's pink physique--slender bodies sliding against each other. Their nipples protrude with both coldness and excitement, and Tracer pants heavily under the woman's weight.