(Based on a prompt from an Anon and combined with one okheshivar on tumblr supplied!)

You know the type. Brooding and mysterious and dark. And cold, so cold she gives me the shivers just standing behind her. The fun part is when I get a reaction out of her. Sometimes it's really subtle. First time she twitched her eye I about fell over. After that, well, I started keeping count. She's always so business like when she's trying to kill me. Where's the fun in that? So I got her the once, and really, I want to get her again.

We always end up fighting over something stupid again. We're just trying to deliver a package, and Talon sends Widowmaker and a couple others to intercept. She nearly gets me too, but I'm gone and then back again and the fight is on! Winston plays patty-cake with Reaper and I pop in next to the woman. "Nice weather up 'ere, luv."

She actually has this split second of surprise on her face when I lean on her shoulder. Oh she wasn't expecting that now was she? I salute her with two fingers before backflipping out of her sniper's nest. She sends a hail of bullets after me but honestly her heart doesn't seem to be in it. Package got away safely so I wink in her direction. I just know she has me in her crosshairs. She doesn't shoot me, so that makes number three.

Number four comes when I drop in for a visit and a chat at her personal penthouse. She about falls out of the bed when she opens her eyes and sees me grinning at her. Somehow she turns it into this graceful roll and it's rather like a cat the way she pretends she hadn't nearly gotten tangled up in her comforter. It's bland, she could use some more colour in her room. I gesture around with both of my hands. "You've got t'tell me who you're interior decorator is."

And she's standing there completely starkers and I can't tell if she's angry or embarrassed, but there's heat in her eyes and that's the biggest bloody reaction I've gotten out of her yet.

We move at the same time, and I manage to get to her weapon first, kicking it out of the way. She grabs me by the leg and flips me arse over head. I land hard and roll out of the way of her foot. I kick my feet out as I flip up. She's making another run for her weapon, but she hasn't hit the alarm. I blink out her window before she even reaches the gun. I fall several stories before I catch a ledge, and then leap and blink my way up.

What I'm not expecting is for her to follow me. I'm halfway up when her fist connects with my face. I spin, then recall until I'm behind her. She whirls just as I catch up to her and her rifle is pointed right between my eyes. "I see you 'ad time to get yer knickers on."

"You're only alive because I'm letting you live," She responds. They haven't completely beat the French out of her, and there's the faintest trace of it in her accent.

"And why's that, luv?" I press my finger against the barrel of her gun and nudge it to the side as I take a step closer. Live dangerously because you only live once, I say.

She swivels the gun back towards me but it's too late, I'm inside her dead zone, and I gaze into her gorgeous amber eyes. They narrow, but I'm too fast. Her cheek is cold against my lips. When I pull back, her mouth is hanging open like she just can't process what just happened.

I see it in her eyes. Confusion, recognition, regret. A gamut of feeling across her face before the mask clamps back into place. Can she even remember what it's like to feel something?

Widowmaker steps backwards, her gun snapping back towards me as she does so. I'm moving as she pulls the trigger, dodging to the side and handspringing off the ground, before kicking off the wall and blinking behind her.

We collide as she compensates and then we're both falling. I grab her arm with one hand as I latch onto a pole. We dangle. She looks down, then back up at me. I can tell she's trying to decide if I'm going to drop her. If our positions were reversed, I think she would have dropped me.

"I 'ave to say I admire the view. An' the vista below you is pretty nice too. But we can't hang out all night, I've still got to tuck Winston in. Now get ready, we're gonna 'eave 'o."

There's no emotion on her face, but her grip tightens on my arm. I start to swing her back and forth, and then with a tremendous effort swing us both up and onto a balcony. I land hard on my back and she collapses on top of me.

I don't get to touch people often. The downside of my powers is I'm a lot like a ghost and I need my harness to not end up unhinged from time. A lot of people find that a bit of a turn off.

Widowmaker pushes herself up and looks down at me. Her hair frames both our faces, hiding us from the world like a veil. She studies my face, but I can't take my eyes off of her lips. It's a huge relief when she rolls off of me and I can breathe again. Shit.

"You're only alive because I'm letting you live."

"Yer soundin' like a broken record. Do you need a reboot?" I sit up and reach over, brushing some hair away from her face. "A refresher on yer programmin'?"

She stares at me. There's that heat in her eyes again, and it takes longer for it to pass than it did last time. So I kiss her again, this time on the lips. They're as cold as the rest of her. She shoves me away and I spring to my feet.

She points at me. Her voice sounds like ice. "Come back here again and I'll kill you."

But she doesn't want to kill me now. I'll take it. "So it's a date then. Ta!"