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Standing in the airy bungalow living room, Emily folded a pair of shorts before putting them neatly into one of the open suitcases. She felt a bit wistful over the vacation finally being over. Still, there was something to be said for getting back to the familiarity of daily life too. Either way, it wasn't like she could keep Lena away from Overwatch for too long. As much as Tracer had been on standby the whole time – even if she hadn't been called up by HQ – the world could use all the heroes it could get.
Emily glanced at her phone and made an annoyed little grunt upon seeing the time. They ought to be going soon, so Tracer had time to drop her off in London before going back to Gibraltar.
"Good thing there's not much left to pack," Emily said to herself, surveying the luggage. She didn't admit out loud that most of what they had brought along had been for consumption – and as much as the jet's cargo hold had been filled to the brim on the way here, very little was now left over.
Realizing she had distracted herself from her task, Emily chuckled to herself: "Lena could probably do this ten times faster. Zip!" She tossed a bra into a random suitcase. "Zip!" A t-shirt got flung casually. "Zip!"
However, Emily was left doing the job without chronal assistance. Not that she minded. Emily had decided to let Tracer rest and do this herself. After all, the pilot was rather... indisposed at the moment, busy sleeping off this morning's breakfast.
It was a bit heavy... Emily reminded herself, thoughts going back to about four hours ago.
* * *
Emily had started off with a bright "Rise and shine, darling" as she slipped into the bedroom.
Sprawled in the king-size bed, a drowsy Tracer rubbed sleep out of her eyes. "Mmmhmornin' luv..." she muttered and smacked her lips. The aftertaste of last night's wine and cheese lingered in her mouth. Not really her thing – especially after a gargantuan dinner – but she wanted them to do more stuff together that Emily was interested in. Especially with how patient and caring her girlfriend had been on this trip, seemingly doing everything around the place so Tracer could relax in the sun with a cold drink. And Emily had been so very keen on her trying plenty samples from each cheese platter too...
Tracer wiggled up into a somewhat upright position in the bed. Her eyes went wide when Emily put the heavily laden tray before her. She had gotten used to some royal treatments, but this was especially ostentatious. "Is this all for me?" she couldn't help but ask while her girlfriend complemented the big stack of pancakes with a mug of syrup. Slipped five sizzling eggs over the mountain of bacon. Finished it all off with a pitcher of chocolatey smoothie – and more.
"See any other amazing heroes who deserve breakfast in bed around here?"
The look Tracer gave her suggested she was looking right at one good candidate.
Blushing slightly at the adoring face, Emily withheld the sausages with a teasing: "Not hungry?"
"Bollocks I'm not. You know I can't resist your cooking!" Tracer gave her girlfriend a lopsided grin. "Especially when you treat me this much like a princess..."
"I know," Emily giggled, eyes flitting to the doughy boulder nestled under the covers.
All sleepiness now thoroughly dispelled, Tracer tucked into the feast with the same cheery gusto she usually applied to her Overwatch duties. Emily almost wondered if she was using her chronal accelerator to eat faster and just gaped as her girlfriend grabbed the whole smoothie mug and started gulping it down.
"Aaahhhh..." Tracer announced contently, slamming down the half-empty pitcher. "Blimey, you really nailed the peanut/choco combo there, luv."
All that double cream probably helps too, Emily thought to herself, simply amazed at how much of the thick liquid had just disappeared before her staring eyes. "Uhm... ah... I'll go start on another one for you."
Tracer licked stray smoothie from her upper lip and chuckled as her girlfriend beat a hasty retreat: "Careful, I could get used to this kind of treatment."
"R-right..." Emily stammered nervously, turning her scorching cheeks away as she left the room.
Is this a bit too much? Emily asked herself as she made her way from the kitchen with a second round of dessert. She briefly hesitated, but quickly justified the ensemble in her hands. After all, the previous batch had been kind of savoury treats, like flapjacks, scones and beer-bacon cookie bars. Frankly Lena deserved some of this sweet trifle and Oreo cake and brownies and...
Nudging open the door with her hip, Emily stepped into the bedroom to find said woman struggling with the leftovers of that savoury banquet. One hand rested limply on top of a distended belly that bulged forth to fill her lap. Further, it encroached on the breakfast tray, pushing aside half-finished plates she was too full to eat from – or even reach at this point.
"Ouf... I think... maybe I overdid it?" Tracer groaned, guiltily but not without a hint of levity at the whole situation.
"Nonsense," Emily assured her and put aside the latest round of treats. "You deserve to enjoy yourself. Besides..." Suddenly coy, she tentatively crept onto the bed. "...I like it when you enjoy yourself."
Rubbing the top of her packed belly, Tracer gave her girlfriend a wry smile: "Okay, maybe a little bit more then..."
Crawling up to sit across the demolished food tray, Emily picked up a flapjack and lovingly popped it into her lover's mouth. Part of her wondered what the heck she was doing, but she could not help herself. Picking up another and dipping it generously in extra syrup, she said softly: "Besides... it's the last day. Better make the most of it."
Tender, but with lustful eagerness, Emily helped her girlfriend finish the remaining treats set before her. Noticing Lena's heavy breathing, she paused before going for the fresh array of desserts. Although clutching her sides, Tracer did not protest. Instead she met each offered piece and spoonful with a soft moan and greedy lips. The hands on the sides of her bloated belly got pushed further and further outward with each bite, before eventually falling limply onto the bed.
Popping the last profiterole from the now-empty final tray into Lena's mouth, Emily pulled back and almost gasped at the sight. For her part, slipped down to be almost horizontal in the bed, Tracer watched with half-open eyes what little of her girlfriend she could spot over the great belly eclipsing her.
Leaning over the round gut as best she could – and "accidentally" brushing her body against it – Emily wiped a speck of rogue whipped cream from her girlfriend's cheek with a gentle finger. "Love you," she whispered and popped it into Tracer's mouth. Emily could feel Lena's tongue play over the offered digit, languid and seductive, and she let out a sudden moan.
"Mmmh..." Unable to keep her eyes open, Tracer let go of the captured finger. A light snore erupted around it, leaving Emily to pull her hand back, bewildered and euphoric.
With her girlfriend fast asleep from overeating, Emily lay down beside her. So full it bulged sideways almost as much as it did outward, Emily curled up around the curve of Lena's belly. In her sleep Tracer purred and snuggled up against her lover – or at least nuzzling a chubby cheek against Emily's. The rest of her was more or less too pinned by her overfed gut to snuggle anywhere.
Letting out an odd but happy sound as she lay there, Emily had started rubbing Tracer's belly – but only to make the poor girl feel better of course!
* * *
In the living room, Emily was abruptly brought back to the present by a loud snap. Looking down in confusion she saw one of her bras wrapped around white knuckles – each cup severed from the other by sheer force.
Before surprise could devolve into panic, however, Emily's poor head was mercifully distracted. From the bedroom resounded a crash, followed by an agitated yell: "Oh bollocks!"
Dropping the frayed garment in her hands, Emily rushed to her girlfriend's aid. She very nearly tripped over her, finding Tracer lying on her back on the floor: Her head towards the door, her feet on the bed – with her bodysuit pulled up barely to her thighs. The obviously too-tight leggings dug sharply into the soft flesh.
"A-are you okay?" Emily stammered and automatically extended a hand to help her fallen girlfriend.
"Ooof, yeah..." Tracer grunted as she accepted the offered assistance. With some struggling, her girlfriend heaveed her up to sit on the edge of the bed. "Just getting ready, hehe..."
Emily's hand had strayed to Lena's midsection while she was helping her. Now that she's seated, she couldn't tear her eyes from how Lena's tummy filled her lap. Although not nearly as bloated as she had been after breakfast, it was still pretty full. No matter how much Tracer tugged and pulled at it, even the once oversized t-shirt Emily had bought for her could barely reach beyond her belly button. Emily could hear her own breathing become heavier.
"Angela's going to gimme an earful, though," Tracer observed, looking at the ill-fitting bodysuit pooling around her plump legs. She gave Emily a sheepish smile: "I think I might've eaten a bit too much on this trip."
"Why?" Emily blurted out. Sitting down beside Lena she summoned all of her willpower just to stop herself from touching her bloated, yet very soft belly. Almost breathing a sigh of relief, a counterargument appeared in her mind: "But... aren't you supposed to eat more? You know... doctor's orders and all."
"Y-yeah, but I think I've put on a few pounds extra..." Tracer blushed, patting a thick thigh for emphasis. "You've heard how scary she's been with Jesse over this kind of thing, right?"
"Mmmh..." Eyes roaming her girlfriend's body – with the excuse that she was simply confirming Tracer's assertions – Emily couldn'y deny the obvious truth. Instead she offered an emphatic "You look great, though!"
Tracer leaned over with a small grunt against her still-full belly to deposit a warm kiss on Emily's cheek: "Thanks, luv." Whether she believed her or not, the Overwatch operative cheered up at the flattery.
Emily put a reassuring arm around her girlfriend's shoulders and leaned in so her midsection pushed lightly against Lena's lovehandles. "Never mind all that rubbish right now. We're still on vacation and vacations are for enjoying oneself."
Lena's nuzzled her head into the nook of Emily's neck: "It has been lovely staying here with you, babe" she mumbled earnestly.
Emily kissed her hair and pulled back a little. She smirked and gave her lover a light push backwards onto the bed: "There's still some time left. Let's make the most of it."