❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
Touch starved, accepting.
Talon’s unbreachable security was nothing compared to Jack’s embrace. For once she felt warm and protected, and if they’d be born and living under different circumstances, she’d refuse to leave him.
“If only humans could purr...“ he commented, fingers running up and down her spine. Although the widow did not respond or move, he could feel her cheeks move slightly due to a smile. She lay on the bed with him, stretched out across though, and her head was resting on his lap.
As it was rather hot, and their asylum was in Mallorca this weekend, the windows were open and just as many times before this day, their vacation was rather enjoyable – if they succeeded in ignoring the constant heat and when the night came, it was also possible to really see what the life there felt like. People were coming and going, the streets were always buzzing and alive, and even if she did cover herself in cream to conceal the blue tone, no one even paid attention to them. In the crowd of youth who came there to celebrate, rest and party, Widowmaker and Soldier were rather insignificant.
And honestly, this was how she wanted it to be – even if briefly. Completely anonymous, forgotten by the rest of the world yet experiencing the life and flame she was created to extinguish. She had noted that with the small amount of time they’d spent in the sun, Soldier’s skin had picked up some color too. Finally. He’d started to look sicker than her.
Widowmaker turned suddenly, earning his attention. Jack raised his hand, ceasing his caresses, and the sniper pouted:“Did I tell you to stop?“
“This weather is making you very demanding,“ he commented, lowering his hand, but with a smirk left it hanging right above her stomach. She frowned at him, clearly not as amused as he, so when she moved herself closer, he only distanced himself even further. With a frustrated sigh and quick movements, she took a hold of his neck and pulled Jack closer until they shared a quick kiss. “If you won’t,“ she whispered after pulling away:“I will punish you.“
Then she lay back down on his lap, feeling quite victorious. “Such threats,“ Jack said and she was almost certain he was smiling just as well. Eventually, he continued caressing her back, and Widowmaker sighed. Her eyes wandered from the muted TV to the opened window and for a while, she observed how the seagulls flew in the twilight sky. “The vitamin D really does well for both of us. You look more alive and tan makes your eyes pop,“ she murmured, fingers dancing across his skin before planting a quick kiss on his thigh and wrapping her hands around it. “I’d hate to leave this place. It has been as close to a fairy tale as I could possibly imagine.“
He was silent then though she knew the answer. She sought out his hand and once finding it, their fingers interlocked and he lifted the small tangle and kissed her knuckles.
