A Little Heart to Heart

Widowmaker sat in her refurbished quarters, before Bob she was housed in the same room, well… back then it was more of a cell, a cold table and simple bed, shed fitting the emotionless killing weapon she was. She chuckled a passing thought, the corner in which sat the comfy chair with dim light as she read some of the books she was provided.

Come to think of it, being emotionless as she used to be was both a great attribute but also set her back at her job. Sure, unlike now she didn’t have any distracting thoughts about her target and goals but on the same note she wasn’t motivated enough, limited to mostly cold and logical thought processes, nothing more nothing less. Though, now with her newly unlocked and refocused emotions Amelie could see many more angles and solutions to her issues and thanks to her newfound love and devotion she was laser focused on given tasks than ever before. Such as fixing the funding issues for her beloved was one of things she would not be able to solve before.

Now, she had some downtime for herself, and Widowmaker was reading and her thoughts drifted past her work for Talon. One thing peaked her interest while reliving those old events. The King’s Square job felt odd with the fly that interfered with Widowmaker’s assasination of Mondatta, speaking of which….

Amelie tapped the pda at the nightstand and a few moments later her doors dinged signalling a visitor. Amelie unlocked her doors with a tap and in the doorframe stood Talon’s newest maid, Tracer.

“You called for me miss LaCroix?” Tracer asked with her gracious practiced bow, lifting her uniform’s skirt slightly as she bows.

Amelie took a moment looking at Tracer up and down in the uniform, holding up a snort. She couldn’t believe it was the woman who almost stopped her back then. She had to have a good assessment of her to sate her newfound curiosity.

“Yes I did, now come in dear and take a seat I wanted to ask you a few things I was curious about..,” Widowmaker invited her in and Tracer went in, keeping her graceful stride, the outfit was shown to be made out of light materials as it easily moved in the wind, accentuating her movements, showing that the garment would not restrict her movements at all if need be. Tracer reached out for a stool to sit down but Widowmaker stopped her.

“Nono dear, not there, here…” Widowmaker gestured and patted her own lap and Tracer barely blushed, already accustomed to the new. Still with her implanted fetishes Tracer couldn’t deny feeling a tingle of excitement being ordered around by the dominant woman. Tracer collected herself and gracefully lifted the skirt of her uniform, adjusted it and sat down sideways on Widowmaker’s lap. The proximity from Widowmaker’s face made Tracer feel more flushed than before but she kept herself professional and composed.

“Good, now…” Widowmaker took her book back, wrapping her arms around Tracer and going back to reading, that lasted a few short moments and Tracer just sat there silently before Widowmaker spoke up again. “I think we met before, right?”

Tracer froze up for a second, her lips quivered slightly, fearing that Wdowmaker may hold a grudge similar to Sombra. But her master reassured her she will be fine! Yet she couldn’t help to have fear and excitement mix up creeping up on her.

“Y-yes. In King’s Row I believe. I tried to stop you from assassinating Mondatta…” Tracer answered to be met with another brief moment of silence.

Widowmaker used that moment to tap her foot, slightly lifting her lap, feeling Tracer’s weight and the shape and firmness of Tracer’s rear and legs. Everything added up in Amelie’s mind, Tracer is fit, light and most likely agile. And that accelerator… Yes that would explain her speed, the device is sure of help but even without it Tracer would be quite an annoyance.

“Say…” Widowmaker finally spoke up, her warm breath hit the side of Tracer, sending a pleasant shiver through her body. “...what would you say if I asked you to go out in the field with me?” Widowmaker inquired, tilting her head sideways and observing Tracer’s expression, focusing on her eyes, the look was a mix of predatory and innocent curiosity.

“I mean… Um…” Tracer fumbled slightly on her words before clearing her throat and smiling at Widowmaker with her trained professional smile. “Why yes miss, if master allows I shall assist you wherever you request.” She answered.

“Great!” Widowmaker smiled and clapped her hands behind Tracer, unintentionally pulling the Brit closer. “You see, I may still go into combat and I think it would be nice to have a spotter and from what I have seen from you, you would do great!” Widowmaker explained her offer. True,she didn’t need a spotter before and probably wouldn’t need one, but having some company in the field would be nice and a spotter would be just an advantage, just in case the emotions would get in the way somehow.

“Oh, in combat!” Tracer was struck by a realisation, making her a bit giddy. She thought that she’d work as a bodyguard maid in some capacity, but going full time out in the field like in her now old life would also be nice and Tracer was quick to agree. “Yes miss LaCroix, I’d gladly join.” She quickly followed up happy to be able to help and do some of the work she liked before.

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A/N: Hey there peeps, as I mentioned here and there the whole COVID thing made writing a bit harder for me for a while, while this is not a return to a reguar writing schedule, there are some more character focused chapters I kind of wish to explore and work on. With that said, in the future you could expect more chapters like this one building up character interactions and relations, maybe setting up things for later. Honestly, part of the issue was that I burned myself out writing at the pace I did before where I felt pressured to prioritise some lewd material over interesting plot material and that was another part for taking a break writing this branch. Right now I am trying to get myself going with this new style and pace.