i have to leave, you can't come with me, and this goodbye kiss, it's going to last longer than any of our other kisses because i can't bear the thought of not having you near with Reinhardt?
I'm gonna answer under the cut bc it got nsft but soft™
Reinhart has to leave for a mission, but he doesn't want to say goodbye.
_____________ᬉིུ֛ ⃝📖 ⃝ ꦿꦶ⟆ׇࣱ ______________
Content warnings: mentions of injury, openly talks about sex. Minors do not interact
The digital clock shone the time in angry red numbers, a heavy reminder that Reinhardt has to leave soon. He watched the woman next to him sleep peacefully, her curls spilled over the pillow, her breathing slow and steady, unaware that he was memorizing every detail of her face. He was well aware of the problems of being on the Strike Team, as was she, but it never made leaving any easier.
"Ah, meine Liebe, Ich liebe dich so sehr. Ich werde bald zurückkehren, das verspreche ich," he mumbled under his breath as he traced her cheek with the back of his knuckle. Blinking awake, Ollie looked up into the blue, scarred eyes of her beloved.
"Hey, is it time already?" she questioned as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to wake up. "Weren't you going to wake me up before you left?"
Reinhardt sighed, the corners of his lips curling. "I couldn't help it, my one, you looked too beautiful to disturb. Then again, you're always beautiful."
"Oh? Am I beautiful when I do this?" Ollie made a face, crossing her eyes and scrunching her nose, making Reinhardt bark a laugh.
"Yes, even when you do that," he wheezed, smiling and falling more in love. Sighing, he looked at the clock again. One hour till he has to be at the dropship. Looking back to her, he cupped her face in his large hands, lacing his fingers into her hair. "You know I don't want to leave, darling, and I wish I could hold you like this for the rest of time."
"I know, I wish so too," Ollie agreed, holding his massive hand to her face with her two smaller ones. "You'll hurry home safe, right? It's just a couple meetings, Null Sector shouldn't be involved, right?" She could feel her chest tightening up, remembering the last mission and how she was there with triage for the members as soon as the dropship arrived. The image of his face slashed and bruised will haunt her for life. Tears had started leaking and she surprised herself, trying to shake her head but Reinhardt held tight. Reaching forward, he kissed her nose and used his thumb to wipe her tears away. "Sorry," she apologized sheepishly. "I don't know what came over me."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'll come back in one piece, Ollie. Well, as much as I can. I am already missing an eye," Reinhardt chuckled, feeling his heart warm as she laughed. Leaning in, he captured her lips in his. Time felt slow, like it was only them in the entire world. The kiss felt solid, no doubts or hidden words between them: she loved him, and he loved her.
The kiss started feeling more desperate, like one of them would vanish if the other let go. Shifting his weight, Reinhardt rolled over to pin Ollie under him as he pressed into her. He wanted to feel every inch of her, burn her to memory. Her hands ran up and down his chest before sliding up under the hem of his shirt and feeling the expanse of muscle, teasingly raking her nails down and making him shudder as he captured her bottom lip between his teeth.
Ollie lifted her legs to wrap around his lower back, kissing him more eagerly. Supporting himself with one hand, he used the other to untangle her legs from him and slide her underwear off, groaning into the kiss as he teased her folds with a massive digit. Easing one in, Reinhardt loved feeling how her hips instinctively raised to meet him. After sliding in a second finger, he gave a few lazy pumps before pulling his member free, swollen and already leaking precum.
Holding her hips steady, he lined up and slowly pushed in, wanting nothing more than to savour this moment. He was going to be gone for weeks, and the thought of being away from her made him want to spoil her.
"Mmnh, liebling, you feel so good," Reinhardt growled against her neck as he bottomed out. "You're taking me so well. Scheiße, I'm going to miss you."
"Please," Ollie begged. "Please, Reinhardt, make love to me. I want to hold you close and never let go."
The only sounds in the room were their breathy moans and the gentle slapping of skin. He took his time, watching how her face changed between pleasure and yearning and love. His heart ached as he brought a hand up to her cheek again, holding her still as he kissed her. The feeling of them being so close, so intimate, made him want to say "fuck it" to the mission and stay here with her. She was his one, his love, she was the strength he needed and the support he never thought he'd have. In all his years, he never thought someone as wonderful as the woman before him would ever even look his way, let alone love him with her entire being.
The kiss was desperate, the two never letting go as he moved in her, bringing her climax closer. He could feel her getting close, so he spoke against her lips, "Please, my love. I need to feel you cum for me." As he finished asking, Ollie cried out as she found her release. The pressure of her tightening around him made Reinhardt break as well, burying his face into her neck as he came.
Reinhardt held her like that, still interlinked, as he looked into her ocean-blue eyes. There was a softness to them, one she reserved only for him, and he wanted to drown in her gaze. Unable to resist, he kissed her again, a series of slow, deliberate movements.
"Darling," Ollie spoke between kisses, her pupils blown as she chased his lips. "You're going to be late."
"They can wait for me. I want to hold you like this a little longer, my one."
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