@embrace-tranquility [x]
He feels her arms wrap around him from behind. And while his sensory nodes can sense mostly the basic things, he notes that the body of the person wrapping her arms around him and closing her hands together over his wasp waist are cold.
Colder than a normal human.
How had he not sensed her? Had he been mourning over Mondatta that deeply?
“...Can I help you, Miss Lacroix? Or do you wish me to call you Widowmaker?”
“I would be ‘Madame’, Zenyatta,” she corrected, already beginning to bask in the warmth of his body, the pleasant hum of his systems.
This was a fun game for her. She could do the same to him what she did to Mondatta, but she didn’t. And he didn’t have to know what she was up to.
“You remind me of one of my friends, Monsieur~” Widow mused, resting her head upon the juncture of his arm and back.