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{The Road Trip Meme!!}

It's that time of the year again! You decided to take a road trip!
Either to your friends, relative, or perhaps an event,
but oh, my goodness, what will happen along the way?
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Situations:

1. BREAK DOWN

Oh, snap, your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?2. TRUCK STOP

You've stopped at a gas station. They're out of gas, snacks and the bathrooms are out of order. Wat do. (Zombie attack optional.)3. HITCHHIKERS?

Is this even a good idea? Why is their backpack leaking suspicious substances? Go wild.4. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT?

Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... or I think that was a deer.5. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND!

Alas, you're the parent or the disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the back.6. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK!

No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.7. THE GREAT ESCAPE

Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.8. MAKE OUT~

You're now parked in one of the make-out points in this town. Did you know? Well, that's up to you, as is what you do next.9. WE'RE SO LOST

The map blew away when you were stupid enough to open the windows earlier. You know that old stereotype about how men never ask for directions but women will? Time to see if you're going to prove it right or not. Try not to fight over it too much, driving partners.10. BUT OFFICER...

Those flashing lights in your rearview mirror? Definitely not just for decoration.
Relationship (optional):

1. BUSINESS PARTNERS: The jet was undergoing some heavy repairs, so you have to drive to that big meeting.

2. BFFS/ROOMIES: On your last hurrah before you join the 'real world.'

3. NEWLYWEDS: You're a young couple on your honeymoon! Hope this doesn't ruin your relationship.

4. SIBLINGS: Whether this is a trip to reconnect or to fix things or to just deepen your bond as epic sibs is up to you.

5. PARENT & CHILD: It's like a family vacation for the two of you. try not to get on each other's nerves too much?

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That look almost makes everything worth it. Ana's convinced of that. She doesn't normally set out to be annoying or snarky, but there's something incredibly gratifying about winning a reaction from Widowmaker. Especially after those long moments when they were sharing the bathtub.

She glances back at Widowmaker and regards her for a moment, reaching up to brush hair out of her face before she glances down again and starts spreading peanut butter over a cracker.

"Distance. Sometimes. Other times you seem to have a penchant for getting... close."

She may be occupying space in front of the stove for a while, facing more or less away, but Ana has more of her attention than she lets on.

"I could say the same about you."

Whether it's because she needs to maintain a low profile to keep up the dead woman act or because her anti-Talon activities could easily be a new death sentence, Ana has remained somewhat elusive, even at her most surprising. Tonight is well-defined exception. Maybe she should've kept count of how many kisses there were, if only to throw it in Ana's face at some point.

"Have you decided which you prefer?"

Maybe. It's possible Ana's made peace with the weird dichotomy they have. The knowledge that they're going to try to kill each other again one day against the fact that they've helped on another survive. The strange intimacy they share that isn't quite the same as affection. It's a muddle and Ana is, for her part, still figuring it out. But it's happened. It is what it is.

She'll have to accept that or lose herself in thinking far too hard about what all of it means. That's a luxury she's not going to have (time).

Ana crunches on one of her peanut butter concotions and has to chew and swallow before she can answer. Widowmaker is looking for answers and it's difficult for Ana to give them. Widowmaker will use weakness against her, but - but.

Too many "buts".

"I prefer it when we're not trying to kill one another," she responds with a wry smile, "But I don't think that's going to change."

An admission that this is (tragically) temporary. And a roundabout way of saying she enjoys being close.

This time she doesn't turn her eyes toward Ana while she waits for an answer. But a ghost of smile haunts the corners of her mouth when she hears it, and she doesn't feel too surprised. It would've been easy to keep distance between them tonight if that's what Ana wanted.

More surprising is the ongoing process. The time they continue to spend together for one reason or another, the little liberties taken, minor admissions when words seem to finally start catching up with actions.

Her fingers knit together in front of her for a moment, doing little more than enjoying the fire's warmth.

"Then you also understand that when the time comes we won't be face-to-face."

Being within arm's reach would give her a better chance to cause a distraction if she had to, or play on Ana's bleeding heart. But when the order is given she'll finally kill Ana the same way she kills most of her targets. From a distant high perch, with deadly precision.

There's honesty in that admission. There's a certain honesty to all of this. Ana makes a low noise - something between a chuckle and a sigh. Resigned and amused. She digs back into her MRE for something to heat, still rolling the words over in her head. She glances over at Widowmaker and after a long moment, she shrugs. What else is there to say to that? How else do they complete this circle they've started drawing?

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

They'll be trying to kill each other again. A replay of their first duel. But only one of them will walk away - one of them won't miss.

She's not sure if it's going to be her.

She's not sure about anything when it comes to Widowmaker.

She takes a moment of her own but then nods slightly, more to herself than to anything else.

"Good."

Ana would be living even more like a ghost if she expected a sniper on every single rooftop. Widowmaker is confident that she'll take her by surprise, but at this moment in time the satisfaction she gets out of that is minimal.

Maybe even faintly rueful.

But she finally turns her face toward Ana to acknowledge her response. "Then we'll both have it the way we want it."

"When the time comes, anyway," Ana replies as she glances up and meets Widowmaker's eyes. She holds it for a moment and carefully sets the bag she's holding aside to lean forward, hands clasped over her knees.

"I suppose we shouldn't worry about murdering each other until then, should we?"

It's a question that needs to be asked. A sort of can I trust you to be you, at least until they're both peering through rifle scopes and ready to squeeze the trigger on one another. There's a heartbeat, maybe two, and she lifts her hand to tuck some of Widowmaker's hair behind her ear in a soft, easy little gesture.

Two dead women sharing a cabin.

Hilarious.

Her lips crook. "There's no need to get ahead of ourselves."

There's always the possibility that Talon is trying to contact her right now, while she can't be reached. It could even be because they're ready to send her after Ana, but for the moment she turns her face toward Ana's hand so her lips brush the heel of her palm.

As far as Widowmaker knows, only one of them has ever had to kill someone who meant something to her.

"I can be very patient."

"It's in the job description, isn't it? Patience."

Ana muses on that for a low moment, eyes following Widowmaker's movement as lips brush against her palm. She breathes out and her hand flexes and turns. She cradles Widowmaker's face in her hand, cups her cheek, and then leans in, forehead resting against her's. This is - not what she should be doing or thinking.

Yet here she is.

"I can be just as patient."

They're dancing around one another again and she puts an end to that by trying to initiate a kiss, seeking out the cool touch of Widowmaker's lips. Again, it's gentle, almost chaste, as she tries to pick her way through the minefield she's put herself in.

Her personality hasn't been wiped. It's just... different, in many ways made smaller. She's more aloof, closed off, often quieter. Less sincere. Her smile starts as something closer to biting when Ana says she can be just as patient -- her capacity for patience is just one more area where she thinks she has the clear advantage -- but when that leads to Ana angling for another kiss it softens slightly. It isn't warm, but it's closer to what a moment like this once would've prompted.

If only for a moment, quickly lost to the kiss. The fingers of one hand work their way into Ana's hair.

"We'll see."

There's no answer to that. Nothing but a low, soft sigh against Widowmaker's lips. Ana knows she shouldn't take pleasure in this, but it's tempting, so tempting, to just let this be the moment she loses herself in. For this brief flicker of time they don't worry about killing one another. They don't worry about Talon, about Amélie, about the fact that Ana is still considered dead. None of that matters here.

It's almost weakness - but is it weakness to want a respite, however brief? And if she finds it in an unlikely place, does that make her an accomplice? She tries not to think too hard about that.

Ana does know that Widowmaker (Amélie) has come to dominate her past and her future. The woman who almost killed her, the woman who has promised to kill her, and yet she cannot tear herself away from her. There is a strange measure of trust here, the knowledge that the moment will come, but that when it does, they will both know and it will not be through some silent betrayal.

Hell, if either of them do their jobs correctly, it's entirely possible the other won't even know they're there.

Ana leans into the hand that grasps at her hair and her eyes lid, but don't quite close as she dares to deepen the kiss. Her fingers trace the lines of Amélie's face, cupping her chin with a gentle sort of reverence, an expression of admiration and intimacy and possibly even genuine affection. She knew that saving her all that time ago was a poor decision and now she merely compounds it, because in the moment it still feels right. Like there's a chance for something beyond this, however slight. And in the meantime, other people will die.

She can feel guilty about this later.

It's one more thing to add to the list.

But for now she wants to forget for a little while. For now there's just the cabin and the two dead women and maybe they're really stuck in limbo, in their own personal purgatory, while the rest of the world moves on outside.

Widowmaker knows exactly what it's like to feel wanted. She doesn't have a problem drawing attention. What she's started to forget is what affection was like, and when she recalls rare lazy mornings spent in bed with Gérard or how casually they would take each other's hands or that look of mingled awe and pride she'd sometimes catch in his eyes when he watched her... she remembers some of the finer details but less of what she felt then. But she knows it was good.

It was good and she'll never have that again.

But Ana kisses with a sweet sort of insistence, as though she'd like to love her. It's a step beyond what she thought Ana would be foolish enough to feel at this point. And even so there's something exciting about it, about the knowledge that the last person who should want to kiss her just can't seem to help herself, that somehow she's someone Ana can't bring herself to cut ties with. It's not the plunge of excitement she'll feel when she kills Ana, but it's a kind of gratification and she likes it.

She likes it enough that if this is what Ana wants it's what she'll give her, the hand in Ana's hair nudging at the back of her head to urge her closer, unwilling to allow space between their lips until she's left Ana a little breathless.

In her own, stupid, foolish way, Ana does love Amélie. Not the woman she lost all those years ago, but the woman in front of her. They hadn't been close - not then - but they'd been... friends, of a sort. And now they were something else. And Ana's heart aches a little when she thinks about her (when she looks at her), because there's potential there. There's something there that can be more than just a tool for Talon and it breaks her heart to think that the spark will be kept in a cold, dead cage. Amélie might be dead, but there's a chance for rebirth hiding inside of her. Their conversations are proof of that. The quips over coffee, the appreciation of the ballet, the ability to hide little parts of herself away and edge away from the rigid, iron hand of Talon.

There's something there and maybe Ana loves the concept more than she loves who Amélie (Widowmaker) actually is in the moment, but that doesn't make it any less valid. It's not quite romantic, either. Or maybe it is. Maybe she's letting herself fall for a younger woman, letting her emotions get tangled into something she ought to have left well-enough alone. She ought to hate. Instead, she felt pity and now she feels something else. Something raw that burns a hole in her chest, something too painful to be simply love and too good for her to call it hate.

Her lips feel a touch kiss-swollen when they finally part and she does have to catch her breath and her hair is askew, falling into her face as she tries to catch a hint of meaning in Widowmaker's eyes. Whether she ought to smile, just accept this as it is or if she can muster up enough opposition to think she ought to be warier. Whether she can muster up the courage to turn away from this and end it before she allows Amélie to take up permanent residence in her heart.

Maybe it's too late.

Too late, always too late.

"You're good at that," she says with a breathless sort of laugh, "I guess I can't complain."

Her fingers tighten, her arms slip around her and wrap her in an embrace, a close press of their bodies as she leans in and kisses her again. As if that will drive out doubt and maybe push back the world for another few moments.

Ana's breathless laughter is surprisingly charming. In spite of herself, Widowmaker lets out a small laugh of her own. "You can, chérie, but if you want to be taken seriously you'll have to--"

Stop. Which isn't what Ana does at all, pressing close to her instead and aiming for another kiss as though it's too hard to stop now that she's had a taste. And that's--

It's fine. (It's more than fine.)

This time her free hand settles against Ana's waist for a long moment, her eyes never fully closing, and then it finds its way up under the hem of Ana's shirt so cool fingers can splay against the small of her back. Why it somehow seems more intimate to her now that they aren't naked is beyond her, but part of that still felt like a game and this doesn't.

"You're not doing yourself any favors." It's as soft as any term of endearment against Ana's lips.

"When have I ever done myself a favor?" Ana replies and it isn't quite something sad. It's more matter-of-fact. Something she realizes and sees in herself but something she doesn't change (can't change). Not right now. She'll have time for recrimination later. Her breath catches, hitching slightly as she feels Widowmaker's cool touch snake against the smooth skin of her back and she shifts against her hand, still leaning forward in her seat.

The position is a bit awkward, but she's making it work.

"I'm touched that you're worrying, though."

Ana isn't sure whether she believes that or not. Does Amélie actually worry? Or is it just a way for her to manipulate Ana? And in the end, does it matter if Amélie decides to stay with Talon? Because it might as well have been manipulation, for whatever good intent will do in the end.

She returns the gesture and a hand finds the hem of Widowmaker's shirt, slipping in to curl a hand against her waist. She's not... reluctant, but there's a certain sense that if she pushes further than this, she'll really be crossing another barrier. Another point of no return.

And despite knowing that she's approaching another one of those decision points (or maybe because of it), her mouth feels dry when she catches Widowmaker's lower lip between her teeth.

Right now that seems like a very good question.

"I'm stating a fact," she corrects Ana's follow-up, unable to help herself even though she knows Ana can't really think she worries.

Or maybe it makes Ana feel better about this to hold on to some hope-against-hope that some small part of her does worry. Either way there's something smug in the curve of her lips when she feels teeth.

She's not going to ease anyone's mind, but she does let her hand leave Ana's hair and join the other behind Ana's back, both of them tugging the shirt's hem up toward her shoulders as if she's been asked to rid her of it. Ana's risking her ability to keep a level head when they're in one another's sights again and she's bound for reconditioning as soon as any of this is discovered, so there's no reason for her not to make it as interesting as possible.

She's already gone many, many steps too far. What's another at this point? Something else to add to the pile. She laughs quietly, breathlessly, and leans back, searching for something in Widowmaker's eyes as she tries to decide whether or not to lift her arms.

"You're full of surprises tonight."

Ana breathes deep, chest rising and falling as she takes a moment to consider.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Cautious, finally, but more concerned about whether or not Widowmaker is actually interested than anything else.

Her hands go still precisely where they are. She tips her head, eyebrows rising. This is where Ana doubts her?

"Why else would I be doing this?"

Even without the nanoboost, which she won't be forgetting soon, today has been the most exciting day she's had without a Talon order since...

Well, since Talon started giving her orders.

"Just thought I'd make sure," Ana shrugs. It's... well. Not a holdover. Something she wanted to ask. But that said - she lifts her arms for her, and rolls her shoulders, trying to help with the whole "getting the shirt off" thing. Ther'es bare skin underneath, dark and pock-marked with scars from a life-time of combat and athletic living.

She's not self-conscious about it. It's who she is. Even if her muscles aren't as taut and there's more sagging or more wrinkles than there used to be. It's what happens when you age.

Ana has seemed blasé enough about nudity in all this time that this stands out to her, a confirmation that even the bath somehow wasn't as complicated.

She almost stops now that she's been questioned. This isn't necessary. As she's implied to Ana numerous times, Talon has no interest in seducing the Shrike. And in the back of her mind there's a flicker of thought that it'll make Ana more difficult to deal with, make her feel as though she's breaking through something she can't break through. Ana's likely to get more irritating when she feels more certain than she's right, but maybe that will be another point against her if they do end up dueling again.

But she doesn't stop, and once the shirt's over Ana's head she lets it fall from her fingers to the floor. There's a difference between them that she noticed before but observes more openly now: Ana looks like she's lived. Widowmaker doesn't wear even half as much evidence of her own experience, partly because she's so rarely in thick combat and partly because Talon holds nothing back when treating the injuries she does get. Even the nasty wound Ana patched up for her and then reopened during their scuffle is only faint scar tissue now, a slightly paler shade of blue against the rest of her skin.

Cool fingertips trace Ana's collarbone, skim up her neck, and tip her chin up. It's not quite a chaste movement, certainly less innocent than washing her back was, but exciting isn't quite the intent in the moment. "Are you going to kiss me again or not?"

"Someone is getting much more demanding," Ana replies with a low laugh - a tease that doesn't quite mask the little shiver that runs through her body as those cool fingers trace over her collarbone and throat. She tilts her head back and leans in for that asked-for kiss, a low sigh escaping her as her bare arms - warm to the touch - come forward and her hands find the hem of Widowmaker's shirt. She doesn't tug or demand, but her fingers find their way underneath and slide over the smooth expanse of her back, starting to trace the line of her spine as it curves upward.

She doesn't mind this. She welcomes it, even. And while she is not, perhaps, trying to excite, there is still an element of it in the way her fingers dance against Widowmaker's skin. A hidden thrum of excitement as nails curve their way up her body. Does Widowmaker feel any excitement from this? Any pleasure?

She must. Or she wouldn't be doing it in the first place.

She allows the kiss to deepen, letting it build slowly. Ana loses herself for just a little while. This time, she wants to be breathless, to have that spike of adrenaline and excitement. To feel - something.

A sensation she can't put a word to.

She crowds Ana's space, positioning a leg on either side of her knees. "You say demand, I say question."

What's more appealing about this, she has to wonder: the fact that the idea of her making demands only amuses and encourages Ana, the certainty that this is as close as she's gotten to wanting someone in years, or the way Ana's fingers trace the segments of her spine.

Since Talon will care more about this than anything else she's kept to herself, this is still a risk of life as she currently knows it despite how bloodless it is. That's not as exciting as the kill will be -- it can't be -- but it's worth something.

For now, it's worth something.

Tipped forward to meet the kiss, she hooks a hand over one naked shoulder and teases her tongue past Ana's lips like it's something she wants to savor, and when she has the opportunity to close her teeth on the tip of Ana's tongue she does it, gently. She doesn't quite laugh but she does let out a small sound of amusement.

Ana makes a noise - something a bit like a little "oh" breathed against Widowmaker's lips - as she leans into the kiss and teeth close against her tongue. It's exhilarating. She'd be lying if she said otherwise and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want this. She's initiated it. Her hands creep up Widowmaker's back, dragging her shirt with it, even as she feels those cool fingers dig in against her.

She leans in further, not quite pressing chest to chest, but they might as well be, for all that there's no space left between them. Her legs spread just a touch, resting her outer thighs against Widowmaker's legs, trying to draw her closer at the same time. Not quite crawling into her lap, but there's something... needy about it.

She might regret this in the morning.

Or maybe she'll feel like she's done something right.

If she were someone else a little noise like the one Ana breathes out against her could be everything, the headiest kind of affirmation.

It isn't, but she knows she would've loved it when she was just Amélie. And just like she would while watching a favorite ballet she almost wishes she could still feel that immediate swirl of emotion, the urgency of desire.

They can probably blame the bodies left behind them for the fact that she can get this close to it, and that doesn't make her want to chase Ana's lips with hers any less. Ana's hands can push her shirt up her back all they like, but she'll have to be persuaded to pull back enough to get it over her head. The first oh makes her want to earn another, her teeth giving Ana's lip the same treatment, if less gently.

The hand on Ana's shoulder drags down over her collarbone until her fingers meet the curve of Ana's breast, a feather-light swipe of her thumb finding the nipple.

"Let's see how many terrible decisions I can help you make, chérie." This time she does laugh, low and throaty.

Between them, they've killed almost too many people to count. Ana for a cause, Widowmaker because it's what she was created to do. Ana sees a difference between them, however slight, but she still acknowledges that they're far more alike in many ways then she might be comfortable with. That isn't the thought on her mind, though. Her thoughts are of soft lips and fingers dancing against her skin and teeth against her lip. It's the scent of soap, the cool solidity of muscle under her fingers, and the warm thrum of arousal and excitement that goes pulsing through her every time she draws a breath.

Her nipple is already pebbled and hard from the touch of the cool air and the swipe of a thumb over it makes her suck in a breath, which escapes her in a shaky, breathless laugh. This is all a mistake. Has been since day one. It doesn't matter now.

Does it?

"Does all of this count as one big one or would that be too easy?"

She's self-aware. That doesn't mean she stops.

A warm hand glides around Widowmaker's body, tracing over her ribs to the skin of her belly, fingernails crooked slightly to drag little white lines against the cool color of her skin. She may not be removing the shirt, but she's giving back, bit by bit.

"Here-" She mumbles as she goes for another kiss, "Don't keep me waiting."