She's breathless from the wall against her back, the weight of the man squeezing against her chest in a way that almost makes her dizzy. What else could she expect from a man like Akande, who was always watching his back, making sure that he would survive? He builds himself stronger with every action, and maybe that is what draws her to him.
She's thrown, and she laughs, feeling honestly giddy. Alive.
Widowmaker is not supposed to feel anything. The fact that she is acting like this, craving attention and desire and the harshness of his mouth or hands is enough to send her back to reconditioning. And maybe after he's had his fun, he will. She is a weapon after all, not a woman with her own desires and wants. All the same, she takes a knife from her holster and aims it at the light.
"Come and get me." She smirks as the world descends into darkness.
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Date: 2017-09-13 01:11 am (UTC)She's thrown, and she laughs, feeling honestly giddy. Alive.
Widowmaker is not supposed to feel anything. The fact that she is acting like this, craving attention and desire and the harshness of his mouth or hands is enough to send her back to reconditioning. And maybe after he's had his fun, he will. She is a weapon after all, not a woman with her own desires and wants. All the same, she takes a knife from her holster and aims it at the light.
"Come and get me." She smirks as the world descends into darkness.