A/N: This story sort of happened...I hope you enjoy it and the chapters to come! I have to credit one of my friends for some of the ideas used in this first chapter, you know who you are! :) Enjoy!

Fareeha rolled over in bed and lifted a hand to rub her face, the panting of another beside her the only other voice in the dark room.

"God damn." said the voice, thick with a Mexican accent, "You really know how to bust a girl, huh?" The woman rolled over on her side and placed a finger on Fareeha's bare chest, "Maybe I should come up with a little more cash and ask you to be my permanent booty call."

"You mean like your girlfriend?" Fareeha asked with a cocked eyebrow and a suggestive grin.

"Yeah…something like that." Said the Latina, leaning down to kiss her partner for the night, "Would you say no?"

"I'd have to think about it." Fareeha replied, sitting up and looking over her, "I'd have to be more to you than a 'booty call.' You'd have to buy me dinner sometimes, you would have to fuck ME every once in a while. Maybe even cuddle with me every so often. You know."

"Oh for god's sake." The other woman laughed, groaning, "You're such a sap."

"Come on, Sombra." Fareeha laughed, rolling the "r" teasingly, "Don't you…want to know what it's like to be with someone who you can settle down with?"

"Nah." Sombra replied, sitting up and crossing her legs, "To tell you the honest truth, I never really thought about anything like that. For so long it's been fuck and go, fuck and go. Sometimes Hombres sometimes Mujeres, nothing has ever been consistent…"

Fareeha lifted a hand to put some hair behind her ear and felt a small blush creep over her cheeks as Somba took her face in one hand and ran her thumb over her lips, "Except you, mi monada."

"Oh stop." Fareeha sighed, lifting a hand and placing it over Sombra's, "You just said you're not interested in settling down. You'd be surprised with my lifestyle outside your 30 minutes you've bought every Wednesday for the past five months."

Sombra scoffed and took her hand back, placing it on her chest, "I like to think I'm special since you only sell yourself to me."

"You talked me into it." Fareeha rolled her eyes, looking away.

"Ah…but did you regret accepting?" Sombra giggled, poking her shoulder. Fareeha resisted only slightly, brushing her hand away and rolling her eyes.

"I like the way you squeal." Fareeha commented after a few moment's pause, turning her head slightly, the corner of her mouth curling up, "And I've learned a bit of Spanish from you I never would have learned from my high school class."

"Like what?" Sombra asked, laying back on the bed and reaching to the nightstand where a bottle of beer lay.

"Joder…" Fareeha said and Sombra who had taken a mouthful of beer, choked slightly and managed to swallow the mouthful before laughing heartily at the pronunciation.

Fareeha continued, "And when you get a call in the middle of sex its 'Joder mi vida.'."

"That's like…my catchphrase." Sombra ginned, licking her lips, "And what about you? Do you have anything to teach me?"

"Besides vulgarity?" Fareeha asked, reaching over the bed to grab her underwear, "Well…"

"No, tell me all the naughty things I can say to you if you agree to be my girlfriend." Said the woman, lifting her hand to do air quotes mockingly at the word girlfriend.

"Mmm…Enta Habibi." Fareeha said, leaning towards her teasingly, "Ya Habibi Bahebak.

Sombra received a shiver at the sharp sound of the beautiful language. Fareeha continued, "Hayet albi enta"

Sombra grinned and lifted her head to whisper in her ear, "What does that mean?"

The taller girl turned her head and kissed the other woman's soft lips, letting go slowly and grinning sweetly as the face on the normally aloof girl seemed unusually relaxed and unguarded. The woman's eyes were so sharp and focused and intelligent that it was almost startling when they looked to be anything else.

"It means, in English, 'you are the life of my heart.'."

"Come back to my place tonight." Sombra said immediately, placing a hand on Fareeha's chest.

"Was that an order or a request?" Fareeha grinned in response.

"I have quesadillas, Hayet albi enta."

"Oh my god let me grab my jacket." Fareeha laughed, turning away immediately and stumbling off the bed exaggeratedly in an effort to make the younger woman laugh. She succeeded in achieving a chuckle and an eye roll.

"And bring a change of clothes." Sombra added, lifting a hand to run a thumb along her bottom lip, "None of mine will fit your particular….physique."

She took a moment to admire the physical prowess of the woman walking to her dresser. Fareeha had been working at a gym for the past few years as a personal trainer. A gym membership was free for her as long as she worked there, and Fareeha had taken advantage of it. As a naturally muscularly built woman in general, if exercised, she truly was someone to be admired.

Sombra wasn't exactly sure if she should ask Fareeha for permission to be her girlfriend directly now. It seemed such a silly thing to her, asking someone to belong to another. She would go about her life as if Fareeha was hers and hopefully she would reciprocate. If not, it would be addressed.

Either way, she couldn't wait to get the dark skinned woman undressed again after dinner.


Fareeha walked along the road to work slowly, admiring the day. The snow fell slowly from the gray sky. The wintertime was neither Fareeha's preferred season nor her least favorite. She didn't feel at home in the heat either. She was the kind of person that adapted to any situation and had no preference. As long as she had her apartment and certain little things like her girlfriend and her gaming systems to make her happy, she would be fine. While snow was slightly inconvenient, she admired it more than she found it annoying. Fareeha enjoyed the cold, sharp air and found some happiness in watching her breath fog even through her blue scarf that she had wrapped around her mouth and neck.

Her coat could have been thicker and today wasn't the best day to wear her jeans with holes in the knee, but she figured she would be just fine as soon as she got to work. It would be enough. As Fareeha walked through the park with her hands in her jacket pockets, she watched the kids play in the snow. She grinned genuinely, knowing that they were innocently enjoying themselves without effort.

In a moment's time, the woman looked from the snow beside her and beyond a group of people to what looked to be a small woman in the middle of a field, crouching down with her hands held up around her face. Fareeha squinted slightly, bothered by the whiteness of the snow…

The woman was standing on the lake.

Fareeha instantly began to calculate how many days it had been since it had been cold enough for the water to freeze over. She shook her head as it didn't matter, beginning to race towards her. As she bolted closer she realized that the woman was holding a camera in her hands and she was taking a photo of a rabbit who had let her approach it close enough for a picture.

"Miss!" Fareeha cried, reaching where she thought was the edge of the lake, "MISS! Please excuse me, you're standing on the middle of the-"

She paused as the woman gave no reaction. She had ear buds in, listening to music. Fareeha sighed rolled her shoulders, then began to slowly step out over the snow. She didn't know how thin the ice was, but she could feel it beneath her boots.

"EXCUSE ME!" Fareeha continued to cry, shuffling across the ice, "MISS!"

No reaction.

Fareeha heaved a sigh and rushed forward at a quicker pace now, looking over her shoulder to see how far she had come out. She had a moment of regret as she neared the woman out in the middle of the lake, knowing that it was less likely for the both of them to get to safety without incident. She hoped someone had seen her by then and thought to be at the ready to help if something should happen to the both of them.

"Pardon me." Fareeha said as she approached. She noticed that the woman had blonde hair, tied up into a ponytail. She thought it was an odd fashion choice considering the season, but the fact that she had a stylish scarf to accompany her winter coat made her choice fashionable. Fareeha rested a hand on her shoulder and flinched as the woman jumped harshly in surprise.

"What?" the small woman shouted, stumbling back and pulling her headphones out of one ear, "Oh…"

It took her only a few seconds to realize where she had wandered out to, and by the time she had processed the danger she had accidentally put herself in alongside the stranger, a loud cracking sound made itself known beneath their feet. The ice beneath began to give way. Fareeha gathered up the rest of her nerve, reached out and grabbed the blonde by the wrist and began to bolt towards the shore.

"God damn it god damn it god damn it." Fareeha muttered under her breath severely as the cracking became louder, "God damn it god damn it god DAMN MY LIFE."

"IM SORRY." The woman shrieked, "IM SORRY OH MY GOD."

Fareeha felt her weight shifting and in a rare moment of impulse she tugged at the woman's arm, brought her to her chest, picked her up and slung her over her shoulder. She was small enough and Fareeha had the upper body strength to support her.

It was a bad decision. The sudden difference in weight distribution made the ice crack under Fareeha's feet faster and as the athlete pushed herself to run as fast as she could towards the shore. She felt herself losing traction the more she ran and in a split second decision, she picked the woman up, held her out and threw her with all her might onto the bank. As Fareeha did, the ice beneath her finally cracked and she slid into the freezing water.

Letting out a loud shrieking sound as her lower body was dunked into the lake, Fareeha clawed her fingers against the snow covered surface of the ice, clenching her jaw as an aching pain made itself known through the entirety of her legs. The woman on the shore scrambled the rest of the way up and turned to cover her mouth in shock.

"Oh my god are you okay?" she cried.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING THINK?" Fareeha panted, pulling herself up onto the thin ice. As she made her way up, the ice she had been using to support the rest of her body cracked away and Fareeha plunged completely under the water. It was disorienting. The shock of the temperature change was enough to knock her out, but she forced herself to stay aware. She opened her eyes and looked up to see the hole she had fallen through, then turned her head and saw that she was very near the edge of the bank. She found her strength and swam her way under the ice, found her footing near the edge of the lake and broke the ice with her shoulders.

The woman she had saved let out a startled shout as Fareeha burst through the ice, and then rushed forward to help her out of the water. Fareeha, shivering so hard she quaked, crawled out onto the snow and fell down, taking Angela with her so that both ended up flat on the ground.

All was still then, and the blonde sat up and looked down at her guardian angel, biting her lip and listening to her teeth chatter.

"Well then." Said the blonde, "Are you alright?"

"Not…not particularly at the moment, no." Fareeha shivered.

"I am so so sorry. My name is Angela Zeigler," She explained, "I was out there taking a picture for my photography class a-and I obviously didn't see where I was going. Can you walk?"

"I can try." Fareeha hissed, "My name's F-fareeha. Fareeha Amari. It's nice to meet you."

Angela laughed, despite the situation. What a polite person.

The smaller woman helped Fareeha to her feet and she did her best to support her shaking legs as she brought her to her car. She placed Fareeha in the passenger's seat and hastily turned the car on, letting the warm air flow through the vents and over Fareeha's shivering form.

"It's not much…but it's all I can do for now." Angela said apologetically as she slipped into the driver's seat and shut the door, "Do you need a ride home?"

"I was on my way to work." Fareeha said through chattering teeth, "It's not far from here…do you think you could drive me the rest of the way?"

Angela shook her head slowly and narrowed her eyes in confusion, "You don't want to go home?"

"Believe me I do." Fareeha admitted, holding her shaking hands to the vent on the dashboard, "I need money more than I need warmth at this moment in particular."

Angela frowned and lifted a hand to put some hair behind her ear, "I'll drive you to work so long as you go home and get some dry clothes to change into okay?"

Fareeha had no idea why the woman was being so kind, but she nodded and smiled. Angela felt like she owed the taller woman who had saved her from worse damage than she, herself had received. It was the least she could do. She wished she could do more.

Fareeha directed her to her home and rushed inside to change her clothes. It took all of her strength to leave her comfortable apartment, but money was her greatest motivator. Fareeha's hair was still wet as she locked the door and pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head to cover her face from the freezing wind. As she huddled back in the small car, Angela smiled sympathetically and began down the road again.

"So where are we going?" She asked gently.

"I work at a gym nearby." Fareeha sighed, giving her the address and name of the company. Angela nodded and reassured her that she would get her there quickly. A silence fell over the two. Fareeha looked at the beautiful girl out of the corner of her eye. Kindness was a rarity in that day and age and that made her so much more attractive. She didn't know if Angela was going out of her way to drive her since she felt like she owed her or if it was because she was simply generous…Fareeha jumped to attention at this thought.

"Thank you for driving me to work." She said, "Could I pay you for gas?"

"No no, it's not trouble at all." Angela insisted, "You wiped out really hard and went out of your way to help me. It's the least I can do for you."

"You don't owe me for anything." Fareeha said genuinely.

Angela felt a pang in her chest…what a rare personality.

"I'm repaying kindness with kindness." Angela replied simply.

Fareeha shivered a bit more, finally feeling warm again. She wanted to say more but she felt it was unnecessary. As they approached Fareeha's workplace, the taller woman let out a loud sneeze. Angela turned her head and giggled, "Bless you."

Fareeha sniffed and thanked her as she wiped her nose on the sleeve of her hoodie, "Get home safe okay?" she told the blonde as she stepped out of the car.

"I will, thanks to you." Angela smiled. Fareeha gave her a grin and shut the passenger side door and waving politely before running up the steps of her workplace.

"FAREEHA." Called a familiar Russian accent as soon as she pushed her way through the door, "Where the frilly hell were you? I had to cover for you!"

"Sorrya, Zarya." Fareeha sniffed, "I fell in a lake."

There was a moment's pause as the alarmingly muscular woman realized what her co-worker had said.

"That's not something someone says out of the blue without an explanation." Said the trainer, "Are you okay?"

"Well I'm at work, aren't I?" Fareeha smiled, shrugging as she made her way to the break room, Zarya following close behind, "I just feel awful. But when do we ever feel good about coming to work, right?"

Zarya put her hands to her hips and shook her head, "You need to go talk to the boss. He'll let you go home early today if you tell him what happened. You could get sick if you don't take care of yourself."

"I'll be fine." Fareeha dismissed her with a scoff, "I haven't gotten sick in ages. Let me just hang up my coat and we can get started."

It was at the end of her 8 hour work day that Fareeha realized that she had definitely caught something bad. As she walked home alone in the orang light of the sunset, the night chill falling over the city fell over her as well. Suddenly doubling over from a sudden pain her stomach, she stopped to sit on a bench by the park where she had been earlier that day. She stood very still with a hand placed against her stomach to sooth the sudden cramp. Whatever she had come down with felt too intense to be a cold so she assumed it was the flu.

She took a deep breath, the cold air stinging her lungs, and she stood up to walk the rest of the way home. Exhausted and physically spent, Fareeha stumbled into her apartment, lifting her hoodie to wipe her runny nose. She winced as she noticed that the skin just under her nose was beginning to get irritated and red.

From deeper inside her small apartment she heard humming. The lights in the kitchen were on and she heard the sound of something cooking. Heaving a huge sigh as she wasn't expecting company, Fareeha shed her hoodie and left it on the back of the couch.

Fareeha already knew who it was. She had only ever given her house key to one other person, and she seemed to be cooking something on the stove.

"Hey there." Said Sombra, "I decided to sneak in here and make you some dinner while you were at work. I even timed it so that I would be doing it when you got home like those white couples in black and white moves do."

Sombra turned to look over her shoulder and just as she did, Fareeha caught the scent of strong spice and her already nauseated stomach began to churn. While normally such a smell would be enticing, it overwhelmed her sensitive nose and as exhaustion mixed with rising illness, she lifted a hand to cover her mouth in the sudden fear of the sensation of regurgitation.

"Oh good god you're sick." Sombra said in alarm as Fareeha bolted across the room to the kitchen sink, "WAIT I JUST PUT THE POT IN THERE WITH THE-"

Fareeha held in her quick lunch that afternoon and lifted the pot full of diced onions and other vegetables and placed it on the counter before she let lose.

"OH FOR GODS SAKE." Sombra yelled as Fareeha emptied her stomach and gripped the edge of the sink, dizzy.

"Sombra please." Fareeha moaned, turning her head slightly, "I appreciate you making me dinner but would you not be so loud?"

"Go get your ass upstairs while I clean this up. I'll leave you some stuff in the fridge but I'm getting the fuck out of here. There's no way in hell I'm getting sick." Sombra said, lifting a hand to cover her mouth and nose.

Fareeha walked out of the room slowly, her head spinning while she listened to Sombra banging around in the kitchen, hurrying to leave. The sickness had already done a massive number on Fareeha and she sighed as she heard the door slam and lock behind Sombra. She stepped into the shower and washed herself thoroughly before brushing her teeth and crawling into bed in a tank top and sweat pants. Happy to finally be resting her tired body she felt herself slipping into sleep faster than usual. A visit to the doctor crossed her mind, but she would wait to see how she felt in the morning.

As Fareeha drifted off into sleep, she was rudely jolted back awake by a knock at the door only a few minutes later. She assumed it was Sombra since her girlfriend had made a habit of forgetting things whenever she visited. Fareeha had at least 3 of Sombra's outfits in her laundry every week. Fareeha stood with great effort and plodded down the steps to the front door.

As she unlocked it and opened the door slowly, sticking her head out into the cold, instead of her girlfriend glaring at her, she saw a pair of wide blue eyes staring in surprise. In her clear tiredness, Fareeha sighed gently, recognizing the girl from the lake that morning.

"Oh…hi." She greeted her, "Angela isn't it?"

Angela nodded eagerly as Fareeha incited her in, opening the door wider to allow Angela in. The smaller girl allowed her eyes to fall as she moved inside. She caught a glance of the figure of the woman and felt another pang in her chest. It was the third time that day that this odd person had struck her as something positive. Fareeha did mention that she worked in a gym earlier that day. Angela didn't know why she expected anything less. What she didn't expect was this level of…fitness. She found her much more striking with less clothing and more of her dark skin exposed with her muscles clearly defined in the low light. Angela watched as Fareeha hastily shut the door behind her and put her hands in her pockets, turning around and slumping against the door wearily. Fareeha smiled tiredly down at the slender girl in a white sweater and jeans. She was dressed beautifully. Perfectly in style for winter. Her hair was still pulled up and beautiful…and her eyes were bright and expressive. Fair skin and hands with fingernails painted blue.

"I uhm…" Angela began after both noticed they had fallen into a lull, "I brought you some chicken soup."

Fareeha watched as Angela held out a container of soup, big enough for two. She lifted a hand to rub her eyes, yawning and covering her mouth, trying to think of something to say that could possibly thank this girl effectively.

"God I…" Fareeha began, "I just didn't expect company tonight so I'm sorry I-if I…"

Weak and nearly spent, Fareeha took a step forward but all she succeeded in doing was stumble forward, grabbing onto the banister of the staircase to support her weight. Angela jumped to attention and set the soup on the first stair, then placed her arm around Fareeha's back, her hand on her stomach, "Let me help you to the couch."

"No I'm okay I am…Really I promise I'm okay." Fareeha insisted, taking Angela's hand and moving it upwards, just under her breasts since her hand hurt her to be placed against her stomach. Angela's finger's prickled with sudden sensation and Fareeha punched her arm to try and keep herself awake, "I'm…ugh. Some help to the couch would be appreciated."

Angela smiled at the confirmation and placed a hand to Fareeha's chest, supporting her with all her strength. Fareeha was much bigger than she expected and much heavier as well. The taller woman stumbled towards the living room couch and as she began to shift her weight to lay down, she realized Angela was still holding on to her. It was too late to stop Fareeha's heavy decent and she took the small girl with her. With a quiet shriek, Angela let go of her guardian angel as Fareeha turned on her back and grabbed onto Angela's arms to hold her steadily, letting her land softly against her chest.

All fell still and the blonde's eyes snapped open. She lifted her head from the comfortable surface and Fareeha's hands on her arms, supporting her in a gentle grip in case she were to fall onto the floor. Angela bit her lip as she felt the potential strength in her hands alone. Fareeha felt a flush of heat rush over her face and neck as she stared up into the innocent blue eyes of the woman atop her, she hurriedly turned herself to the side, facing the back of the couch in embarrassment. Not thinking clearly, she let go of Angela and accidentally brought the light girl with her and ended up pressing her against the cushions.

"I'm…so sorry." Fareeha pleaded, lifting a hand to cover her face.

Angela lifted her head to place over Fareeha's heavy shoulder. She settled herself between her and the couch cushion found herself relaxing, her eyelids drooping almost naturally.

"It's not a problem." Angela whispered comfortingly, resting her arm over Fareeha's side, "It's…been a while since I've hugged someone."

Fareeha, flushed and embarrassed, replied, "You live alone?"

"How'd you guess?" the small girl giggled, "I wanted to come by and see if you were alright. I figured that chicken soup, you being sick or not, would be a nice thank you gift."

Fareeha hummed sleepily, beginning to slip out of consciousness, "Mm…'m just so tired. Thank you."

"That's okay." Angela said comfortingly, lowering her head and closing her eyes, breathing in the scent of another for the first time in a long while, "Don't mind me. Just sleep."

Fareeha decided that despite everything, she could be in a worse position. A cute girl between her and the couch, keeping her warm and providing her with strangely relaxing company? Fareeha sighed deeply and fell limp. Angela took it upon herself to rest as well. The figure blocking her from the edge of the couch was comfortable, soft, strong, and warm. Through the thin fabric of the shirt she could feel how built Fareeha was. It was hard for Angela not to touch. She moved her head from the top of Fareeha's shoulder to her chest, hesitating for a precious moment before closing her eyes and nuzzling into her chest. In Fareeha's sleep, she involuntarily put her arm around Angela's back, holding her against herself tightly. A flush of apprehension fell over Angela at the sudden advance, but she realized she was doing the same sort of thing and Fareeha was only asleep.

She turned her head only slightly to feel her cheek brush against Fareeha's. Angela paused and turned her head away, back into her shoulder. Fareeha's clean scent was comforting…warm and sweet. She must have just taken a shower.

Angela had no idea what time she fell asleep but she slept comfortably with Fareeha keeping her silent company. Fareeha was comatose for hours as was Angela, both stirring a few times in the night, only to involuntarily hold the other closer. It was an oddly quick bond, but neither was awake to respond to advances. They simply felt a comfortable presence beside them and it was natural to get closer or more comfortable next to the other.

When the morning light began to stream through the windows and onto the two, Fareeha stirred. Her internal alarm clock got her up at that exact time ever morning. She was pleased to feel a warmth next to her first thing in the morning. It soothed her aching joints and she turned her face into Angela's hair, thinking it was Sombra. Delirious with sleep, Fareeha had forgotten last night's events and thought that Sombra had come back to sleep with her. She stirred gently and lifted herself slightly to move herself over the figure. She nuzzled against her temple, brushing her hair away, placing kisses over Angela's cheek and down her neck.

The sweet sensations woke Angela and she hummed gently, involuntarily turning her head into the warm kisses, smiling at the tickling sensation. Fareeha brushed her fingers through her hair and over her neck. Angela felt the breath leave her. Then she felt a hand sliding over her back and down the back of her pants and into the back of her underwear.

"Mmm. You want to get in a fuck before I go to work?" Fareeha rumbled.

Angela's eyes snapped open in alarm and she sat up, pushing Fareeha off the side of the couch and onto the floor, "NO! I WOULD NOT!"

Fareeha landed heavily with a thud and sputtered, blinking rapidly and scrambling to sit up, her nose running, "Angela! Angela oh my god…NO! I thought you were my-"

Angela lifted a hand to place over her neck where Fareeha had kissed her moments before, the electricity still there and alive. She shook her head, offended and oddly aroused at the same time, "I'm sorry but I have to go…" she stood up and ran around the couch towards the door.

"Angela please hold on a second!" Fareeha pleaded, "I thought you were my girlfriend! I promise I would never…!"

Before she could finish, Angela was already out the door, slamming it behind her. Fareeha let out a frustrated groan and covered her face with both hands. She never meant to mistake her guardian angel as her horny, almost insatiable girlfriend. All at once the sickness hit her and Fareeha slumped against the banister of the staircase. Looking down, she noticed the container soup that Angela had made her last night still sitting there. Fareeha felt as if she were going to kick herself, but her self- harmful thoughts were interrupted by a slam against the door and the shaking of the door handle, then a curse in Spanish.

Fareeha felt the dread encompassing her entire being as she knew that her girlfriend must have seen Angela leaving her apartment in a hurry. She knew what it looked like and she scrambled into the kitchen to hide the soup from last night.

"FAREEHA AMARI!" Sombra shrieked, crashing through the door once she had gotten it unlocked.

"Sorry! I was just on my way to work, sweetie!" Fareeha called over her shoulder and she avoided a swipe from Sombra and raced up the stairs, "I feel so much worse than last night!" She coughed heavily as she ran into her room, closing the door behind her tightly as she heard Sombra racing up after her, "I think you better leave! This might be developing into uuhh…uhhh…M…MENINGITIS!"

"You don't have no Meningitis, you liar." Sombra hissed as she threw open the door, "You CHEATER!"

"SHE'S A FRIEND." Fareeha insisted, running across the room to the other end, "She was the one I saved from the lake yesterday. That's why I'm sick! You won't even let me explain!"

"You didn't touch her did you?" Sombra shrieked.

"NO WHY WOULD I DO THAT." Fareeha lied, nearly falling over her bed to get away from her advancing girlfriend.

"That fucking puta better not be fucking with you. You hear me?" Sombra said acidly

"She's a friend oh my god, Sombra. Why are you doing this to me? I'm so sick." Fareeha moaned.

Sombra managed to grab Fareeha's shirt collar and pull her back against the bed, "Why did she leave in a hurry like that?"

"She was late for her classes." Fareeha covered for herself, "She's training to be a nurse."

"I don't know if I can trust you…" Sombra said suspiciously.

"This is the first time I've fucking done anything like this." Fareeha said exasperatedly, "Now can you please let me go? It should be proof enough to you that I explained myself and this situation. I know what it looks like but I will literally cough on your face if you don't relax."

"Mierda, Fareeha." Sombra sighed, letting go of her shirt and sitting on the edge of her bed, "I come to check on you and what do I get instead?"

Fareeha sat up slowly, holding her stomach, "It's not my fault. What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing. Nothing." Sombra lifted a hand to rub her temples, "You look like death. I hope you called off last night."

"I was going to but I forgot, so I need to go in anyway. The cold air will do me good." Fareeha sighed in an attempt to justify her forgetfulness. She stood up slowly and walked to her dresser, bending down painfully to pick out some clothes for work. Sombra watched grudgingly from the bed.

Fareeha, once she was dressed in comfortable enough clothes, turned back to Sombra. The Latina looked away and the older woman sighed. For a person as old as she was, Sombra was occasionally childlike. Walking back to the bed and sitting herself behind Sombra while she pretended not to notice, Fareeha placed her hands on Sombra's shoulders and ran her hands down her arms.

"You know I'd never do anything unfaithful." Fareeha whispered against her ear. Sombra, still angry, decided to let Fareeha do what she wished. It was the most she could do for an apology, and Sombra felt like the needed a good release before she started her day. She sighed deeply and allowed Fareeha to slide her hand down into her pants where she touched her most sensitive spot in that sweet way only Fareeha could achieve.

"I'm yours, Sombra." Fareeha reminded her, nibbling on her ear, and rubbing her clit gently with her thumb, "You'd do well to remember that." She then slid her middle finger upwards and into Sombra. The Latina let out a whimper of surprise and pleasure. Fareeha smiled and kissed over her neck, closing her eyes and breathing in her familiar scent of arousal.

"F-Fareeha…" Sombra breathed as the taller woman thrust upwards at an even rhythm into her g-spot, sucking and biting at her neck, "F-Fuck."

Meanwhile, Angela paced across her room, biting the back of her hand and thinking very hard.

Did she enjoy what she felt that morning? Being touched by a total stranger never truly felt nice, but this stranger felt nice. They had slept together. N-not in the sexual way but they had napped together. It was a strange circumstance of course and it meant nothing. Fareeha had mistaken Angela for her girlfriend, Angela had heard that much as she rushed out the door. She didn't know if she should go back and talk to her and try to be her friend again. What would happen if she did? Would her girlfriend be there? Would she be angry? She was sure she saw her leave. She heard screaming from behind her just as she had turned the corner. Was Fareeha okay? Why would a girl like her be dating someone like that? Well…it didn't particularly matter. It felt so good when she was kissing her neck. It felt wonderful. Angela lifted a hand to press against her chest as her heart began to race remembering the sweet, careful kisses over her cheek and neck. Angela couldn't deny that it felt amazing. She had craved that sort of contact for such a long time. She avoided relationships solely for the fear of them getting in the way of her studies but if she were to come home to someone who could kiss and touch her like that she wouldn't mind the occasional distraction…

She knew that Fareeha wouldn't be well taken care of by the other woman she with, seeing as how the Latina had left the house. She had looked inconvenienced and disgruntled the night before, just before Angela had gotten out of her car to bring Fareeha some soup.

She shook her head and told herself that she would attempt to meet Fareeha as she came home from work that day, if she should come home early that is. Angela decided that she should make cookies as an ice breaker for conversation in case things were awkward. She then made her way to the kitchen to where she began to find ingredients for gingerbread.


Sombra and Fareeha had left each other with only a swift goodbye and a kiss from Fareeha on Sombra's neck, receiving a joking remark about how she had to wash her neck as soon as she got home. Fareeha walked into work, shivering even after she was in the building for about a half an hour. Zarya simply shook her head and told her to talk to her boss. Fareeha insisted she stay. She still wanted to be self-sufficient, and this was the only job she truly felt happy doing. She didn't want to lose it. Even though she definitely wouldn't face any consequence for taking a few sick days.

Zarya eventually took it upon herself to talk to their supervisor on behalf of Fareeha, and the sick girl was sent home after a quick look from the higher up.

As Fareeha walked home in the cold, bunching her jacket up around her face, her eyes half closed, shivering in the midday freeze she looked up to notice a small movement in a car that was parked by her apartment. The car turned off and out stumbled a familiar face. Fareeha instantly felt a pang of awkwardness. She wasn't sure how she should confront Angela about this. She didn't know if she should ignore her and walk inside, blow her off for her own protection, or at least try to apologize? She hadn't thought about that morning all that much today since her mind was occupied with getting her body to respond in the usual way without the aching stomach and weakened strength. What if Sombra was around? She seemed to be in Fareeha's apartment more than her own anyway…

Before Fareeha could make up her mind, Angela had already shuffled up to her, her breath steaming from her lips in a single sentence: "I'm sorry I ran out on you this morning…"

Fareeha lowered her head and chuckled tiredly, "I'm more sorry for touching your butt."

Angela gigged naturally and both of them smiled at each other, instantly forgiven and forgotten. Fareeha gestured for Angela to follow her to her apartment. As the two walked inside together, Angela took her coat off and helped Fareeha take off her own. They laid them on the stairs and sat together at the dining room table. Fareeha rested her head in her hand and Angela watched her in honest concern.

"Have you gone to the doctor?" Angela asked, folding her hands on the table.

"Can't afford it." Fareeha sighed, closing her eyes, "I can barely afford this apartment as it is, but thanks for being worried about me."

"…If I paid for half of your doctor's visit could you afford your antibiotics?" Angela offered.

Fareeha started in her seat and stared at Angela. The blonde began to blush.

"W…Why would you be willing to pay for a doctor's visit?" Fareeha asked, "Even after this morning?"

"I…" Angela didn't have an answer, she just felt that she should help Fareeha for some odd reason, "I want to see you well again. I'm concerned."

"You don't know much about me…" Fareeha said, shaking her head with a sad smile at refusing pure kindness and care from another, "I can't just let you help me out like this w-with money. It's so polite of you but I can't accept money from a stranger."

"Well…you touched my butt, so you can't be as much of a stranger to me as you think." Angela said, achieving a smile from Fareeha, "You technically saved me from a bad accident the other day. Why don't I take you to a quick care office down the street right now, and we can get to know each other on the way?"

Fareeha tilted he head and lifted a hand to wipe her nose on her arm. She didn't know if she should allow this to happen, truly. Even still, the woman smelled like gingerbread and her blue eyes were enticing and honest. Fareeha had been weakened in more ways than one.

The trip was short and Fareeha was diagnosed with, oddly enough, the stomach flu. Angela immediately regretted napping with Fareeha and began to worry about herself, trying to remember if she had washed her hands or if she had done anything to clean herself at all the next morning. She, training to be a nurse, knew how communicable the stomach flu was, but seeing how appreciative Fareeha was, it made the situation sweeter.

Angela took Fareeha back home and made her take a shower after her short shift at work. Angela took it upon herself to warm the soup from the other day. As she reached into the fridge to grab her container, there was a small portion of what seemed to be taco meat at the back of the barren fridge which Angela found odd, but she disregarded it and poured Fareeha a bowl of her chicken soup.

When Fareeha was done, she walked down the stairs, barefoot, in a tanktop and shorts. Angela got a view of her legs and nearly dropped the bowl she was carrying.

"Here, I made you some of the soup I brought the other day." Angela said, holding it out for her to take.

Fareeha lifted a hand to ruffle her wet hair and smiled, halting where she stood and breathing in the delicious smell.

"It smells heavenly." Fareeha said, sniffing lightly, then rubbing her nose, "Come out and sit on the couch with me."

Angela nodded and followed her newfound friend into the living room. They sat down together and Fareeha continued to ruffle her wet hair. It was adorable to the aspiring nurse as she felt small flecks of water brush against her own cheek. Angela set the bowl of soup down on the small coffee table and leaned back on the couch arm, crossing her legs.

"So what's your deal?" Angela asked Fareeha lightly, beginning conversation, "Other than your job at the gym do you have anything you're looking forward to in life? Any aspirations?"

Fareeha reached out and took the bowl of soup in her cold hands and chuckled, "Aspirations…hmm." She took a bite of the soup and closed her eyes tightly for a second, "Oh god."

"What? Is it okay?" Angela asked nervously.

"This is the best freaking bowl of chicken soup I've ever had in my life what the hell did you put in here?" Fareeha demanded

"It's a secret." Angela teased, leaning forward to nudge her gently, "I'm glad you like it. Maybe one day I'll tell you my secret ingredient!"

"It's spice!" Fareeha grinned, "Wow you put some spice in here…I can taste some paprika too!"

Angela rested her head in her hand and smiled, watching as Fareeha took another eager bite, "Wow…I'm surprised you're not studying to be a cook!"

"I thought about it." Angela admitted, "Honestly, nursing pays better and I like helping people feel better."

"I can tell." Fareeha smiled, pausing to look at the beautiful girl, "You really are something special."

Angela lifted a hand to put some hair behind her ear at the compliment and she breathed in sharply, holding herself from saying something that could be mistaken for an advancement.

"Anyway, I'm not sure what I'd like to be." Fareeha began, looking back down at the bowl, "I thought about security work for a while since I work out. I like leading groups of people to better themselves so I thought about psychology but that's more mental than physical, you know?"

"Definitely." Angela agreed.

"In the grand scheme of things, I want to be happy so…I'm trying to look for something practical that pays well. Right not I can afford an apartment…which is more than what other people can afford. If an opportunity comes where I can make more money then I'll definitely take it, easy as that."

Angela smiled at her simple look on life. She seemed content as she was.

"You seem like you've found your calling already." Fareeha said happily, "You can cook, and you seem like you're…" she paused as she noticed Angela was watching her with a strange look on her face. Fareeha found herself frozen with her spoon in her mouth. She looked into Angela's eyes and the smaller girl giggled and shook her head.

"I'm?" She asked in a sweet voice.

Fareeha felt her heart jump in her chest. This wasn't good.

"You seem like the nurse-y type!" Fareeha complimented with a laugh at her own wording, "How long have you been studying?"

"I've been training to be an RN for around 4 years now. The first year I had an internship that went on my record even before my schooling started." Angela shrugged, "It's been rough going but you know…after being around so many sick people, my immune system is technically impenetrable."

"If I got you sick I'd feel so bad." Fareeha said in all seriousness.

Angela giggled again and scooted closer to Fareeha, "Oh I wouldn't mind. I study from home anyway."

Fareeha felt a warning sensation in the pit of her stomach as a thought arose to her mind. The thought formed into a question and then the question reformed itself in her mind to sound polite…

"So do you have a boyfriend? I'm sure that a girl as pretty as you has to have somebody raring to get you on lockdown."

Sombra would have destroyed her where she sat.

Angela's eyes lit up and she leaned forward, "Nope! I've been single ever since I started my internship!"

"You sound almost proud…" Fareeha observed, the bowl almost empty now.

"I am in a way." Angela smiled, "It's sort of like an accomplishment. You know how if…you don't watch TV and read books instead and people ask you if you watch any kind of shows and you tell them that you don't watch TV?"

Fareeha tried to understand what the smaller girl meant, but her babbling was attractive either way. The taller girl nodded and set the empty bowl on the table, resting against the back of the couch, her belly warm.

"Thank you for the soup." Fareeha smiled, comfortable despite her sickness "Would you like to stay for a bit and watch a movie with me?"

As much as Angela wanted to, she had to go to her photography class in a few hours. The blonde shook her head, "I have to go for now."

"Aw boo!" Fareeha sighed, "Ah well…maybe some other time? Would you like my number?"

Angela was elated that she didn't even have to ask.

"Of course!" The nurse grinned, taking out a small pen from her pocket and taking Fareeha's hand.

The taller woman noticed how soft Angela's hands were and she found herself comforted by her touch, as hurried as it was. Angela wrote her number in Fareeha's palm and placed the pen back in her pocket with a remark about how she always liked to keep a pen on her due to her training. Fareeha watched after her as she stood up and went to leave. A quick goodbye was exchanged as well as a "see you later."

Fareeha rested against the back of the couch and listened to the door closed behind Angela. She reached out to grab the remote on the coffee table and just as she was about to turn the TV on she heard a series of quick light knocks. The taller woman stood to her feet reluctantly and opened the door, poking her head out with a smug smile down at the forgetful blonde.

"Here!" Angela laughed, holding out a box of cookies, "I made these for you too!"

"My god, will I ever see the end of your kindness?" Fareeha asked, taking the box and leaning her way out the door a bit more.

"I'm not sure you will." Angela said gently, standing on her tip toes to place and warm kiss against Fareeha's check, "Call me!"

Fareeha tensed up completely and lifted a hand to cover her cheek. Angela winked and turned on her heel to walk back to her car. The cold didn't seem to bother Fareeha as she stepped out into the porch steps and waved as she drove away. Her cheeks were hot and her chest felt tight. A fluttering in her stomach made itself known and the woman sighed as Angela's car was out of sight. She slipped back into her apartment and opened the container to receive the delicious smell of homemade gingerbread.

She walked back to the couch, taking a bite of one of the round cookies. Before she even sat down, she had to stand in place and savor the flavor of baking spice in Angela's cookies. Cardamom and cinnamon mixed with ginger…god.

She ran and grabbed a glass of milk from the kitchen and settled herself down, her only regret being that she didn't keep a blanket nearby. Halfway through one of her favorite TV shows, the sound of the door unlocking grabbed Fareeha's attention. She turned her head to watch Sombra step inside.

"Hey, hey." Fareeha greeted her, waving.

"Hey, chika." Sombra said quietly, closing the door behind her and taking off her shoes, "How are you feeling?"

"Not any better." Fareeha replied, stretching in her seat, lifting her arms over her head, "Went to the doctor and it turns out I have the stomach flu."

"Oh god." Sombra sighed, sitting next to her, "I'm sorry…"

"It's whatever." Fareeha shrugged, "here have a cookie!"

"Ohh! Where did you get these?" Sombra asked, reaching out to take a bite, "Oh my god…whoa."

"They're amazing, huh?" Fareeha grinned, "They're from Angela!"

Sombra immediately narrowed her eyes and set the cookie down, "Oh, so she's making you cookies now too?"

"I will cough on your face."

"WHY?" Sombra demanded.

"Because you're being really possessive and weird." Fareeha handed her the cookie she had taken a bite from, "Just eat the cookie and appreciate the fact that we have them to snack on right now, okay? I saved her ass from falling in a lake. She made me soup and cookies. What's so weird about that?"

Sombra took the cookie without looking away and took another bite, then rested her head against Fareeha's chest, dismissing the situation. She had enough to worry about. The taller girl put her arm around Sombra's shoulders and held her at a comfortable position.

"You want to watch something?" Fareeha asked.

"Sure! Could we watch Breaking Bad some more?"

"Of course."