Mercy felt her mouth water, almost to the point of drooling as she took in Widow's shapely form. The sniper raised an eyebrow at the approaching medic. Yellow irises searched the blonde's face.
"What do you want?"
The blunt statement was met with Mercy sitting facing Widow on the sniper lap. The blonde woman gently removed the signature spider-like visor from the sniper's head.
"You digesting inside of me."
The French woman's eyes widened as she took in the slowly widening maw.
