Fareeha's eyes caught to door to the closet, once again making sure it was locked as she worked her blazer up her arm, worried that Angela might seek out any reason to sneak a peek, ruining the entrance Fareeha was hoping to make. She very rarely wore anything formal, at most usually going for something 'business-casual', as it had been described to her, and for the most part, she hadn't much of an eye for fashion to begin with. Even what she'd been putting on had been curated by a tailor, which was an event that surely only occurred because this was quite the special occasion.
It had been one year, roughly, since the two had met at that airport in Cairo, and while their early relationship took place over the course of a few weeks, they had settled on this particular date as the one to commemorate such a thing. Reminiscing on this as she frustratingly worked at her tie, Fareeha felt a warmth cover her face as she thought about those days, more than anything hunting down the object of her desire when she was but a teenager being trained for the military and, eventually, Overwatch.
Her lips turned, upset, as she fought the black tie around her neck, finally releasing her grip and reaching into her pocket to find her phone, only for a dreary expression to come over her upon realizing it wasn't there. She must have left it on the charger, she thought, her head dropping backwards as her knees bent forward in a pathetically sorrowful pose. Suddenly, her head turned toward the door, a frantic collection of ideas scurrying around in her head- she had to look perfect, especially after the night before.
She crept toward the door, turning its lock before emerging, secretly, poking her head out into the bedroom, trying to gain a read on where Angela must have been. Having the far lower maintenance attire, Fareeha had been relegated to the closet while her fairer partner had free reign to scuttle around the whole apartment, making herself up while neither of the two could catch the slightest glimpse of the other until it was time. Fareeha slowly made her way through the bedroom, now peering out from the doorway where she could see most of the rest of the apartment, noticing that Angela was in the bathroom by the gentle humming arising from there.
As Fareeha made her way past, crouched down to avoid detection, Angela suddenly spoke up, loud enough to let Fareeha know she'd intended it for her, "Shouldn't be that much longer, huh?!"
Fareeha froze, crouched near the ground in the space that connected the bathroom with the bedroom and the rest of the apartment, biting her lip as though fighting the urge to habitually reply, knowing it would give her up. Remaining unanswered, Angela simply went on, a light chuckle leaving her as she leaned over the counter, meticulously running her lipstick across her lips.
"Oh, Fareeha…" she mused, quietly, to herself, unable to keep her smile from interrupting her application.
Fareeha sighed mutely, slowly progressing in her pathway to the kitchen counter, which stood in the wall between the kitchen and entryway of the apartment, where both their phone sat. She remained crouched, as though doing so would aid her in some way, performing admirably in the way of remaining silent. As she arrived there she took a quick gasp of breath in relief, knowing she was only an arm's length away from some internet person's instruction on how to tie a tie.
As she reached up, blindly running her hand along the countertop, it suddenly ran along the smooth screen of her phone, leaving her to strenuously resist the urge to celebrate. She still had one last obstacle, after all. Still crouched, she made her way back toward the bedroom, although, halfway back, she suddenly came to a sudden realization as her head fell, her eyes turning toward the phone in her hand with a haunting look. Her thumb tapped at the screen, suddenly revealing a picture of Fareeha, herself, posing in a childish exuberance from the other side of Winston's training facility glass windows.
A curl of her brow signaled her worry- she had Angela's phone in her hand. Suddenly, she spun around, speeding along as furiously as she could while squatting down, dropping the phone off, grasping the other one, and then hurrying-
"Fareeha?" Angela asked from behind her, still without her dress on, finding Fareeha with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
She groaned, lifting herself up to stand straight, placing her phone back as she frowned, "Sorry. I know you wanted to wait and-"
"Pfft, I don't mind," Angela threw her hand out as though waving it off, "It was just a cute little thing, I thought. More importantly, I thought you hate ties."
Fareeha's head sank toward her chest, eyeing the strand of black fabric that still rested around her neck, "I do, I just figured, you know, on a night like this, I needed to look be best for you."
Quickly enough, Angela grinned at her lover's adorable admission, slowly approaching her and reaching up toward her, "Well, if you needed help, you could have just asked. Anytime we had a ceremony or shindig, Jack would just stand there and stare at himself in a mirror like he hadn't a clue, so I had to learn for his sake."
Angela's hands whirled in the air, leaving Fareeha shocked by her speed until the task was completed, the tie only needing to be tightened as the doctor's hands remained on both the knot and at the stray end of the fabric. She slowly pulled the knot up toward Fareeha's neck, smirking mischievously until she caught a knowing glance from Fareeha.
"You're enjoying this," she stated, plainly, cocking a wry smirk.
Replying lowly, Angela muttered, "Well, I mean, you look great right now."
Fareeha brought her hand into a thumbs up, "Well, I need to, otherwise I'm just distracting everybody from looking at you."
"I-" Angela stammered, a light blush working its way across her face, "I'll have you know, I'm not at all doing this to score egotism points or anything!"
Grinning, Fareeha shrugged, "Oh, of course not."
Angela's hands pulled away, her arm falling to her side as her opposite hand rubbed nervously along the area beneath her shoulder, "You know. I only want to look good for you."
"Well, I've ruined my entrance," Fareeha noted simply, still smiling at the doctor's blushful admission, "Don't worry, I'll keep my eyes closed for yours. Thanks for the tie, by the way."
"Not afraid it's going to chafe, are you?"
Fareeha frowned as she yanked the knot from side to side, "Oh, I'm fairly certain it's already begun. I hate these things, but I love you, and looking somewhat decent for you, sooo I suppose I'm ready and willing."
Angela grinned, turning sidelong as she made her way back toward the bedroom, "Well, I've helped with your tie, so you can help with my dress. It has a zipper, and I don't need my hands-free thing if I've got some loving fingers available to do it anyway. I'm sure you won't complain about it."
Fareeha raised her hands in front of her face, wiggling her fingers playfully, "I wouldn't dream of it, my dear."
The two made their way toward the bedroom, with Angela taking a slight detour to retrieve her dress from hanging onto the shower rod, before handing it off to her partner, Fareeha unable to keep from appraising the thing even as it hung there on its hanger, nodding approvingly.
"Red," she noted, surprised, "Rather bold for you, isn't it?"
Angela smiled as she carefully began removing her clothes, tossing them onto the bed, "Well, you always said you wanted to see me in red, right? You should consider yourself lucky I wear dresses in the first place- I hated them for so long."
Fareeha's eyes jumped up curiously toward Angela, watching as the doctor's milky white skin of her back shone brilliantly in the sunlight from the window, Angela continuing, "My mother had me getting into these when I was… I don't know, maybe even six or seven? I hated them, especially when we were at family get-togethers and all the other kids were running around, playing, and I couldn't barely move my legs to walk much less play. She was very strict, probably because I was their only child."
"Been there, done that," Fareeha smirked, nodding to herself as her eyes rolled.
"Right?" Angela retorted in agreement, "Chin up, shoulders back-"
"Eyes down the sights," Fareeha interrupted, humorously.
Angela turned her head over her shoulder to show off her brow curled high in her pithy stare, "Maybe not that one."
She reached her hand back toward her assistant without turning to reveal anything Fareeha couldn't see beyond the graceful curving of her back, taking ahold of the dress to put on, leaving Fareeha to lean back against the wall with arms crossed, now free to simply check out the body of her lover without worry of being called to attention. She couldn't help but allow her eyes to follow that snowy curve that trailed into the black lace of panties that covered much of what Fareeha wanted to see at that moment.
"She's not still that bad, is she?" Fareeha asked as Angela worked her dress o to her body, "I mean, even my mother has mellowed somewhat in her old age, and I normally would expect to see pigs fly before seeing that."
Angela frowned, "Well, I mean, she has. After I disobeyed her and ran off to college and medical school, that kind of subsided. And then when I joined a "warrior organization", or Overwatch, she kind of washed her hands of me. I mean, we're still mother and daughter, but knowing she can't control me anymore, that kind of toned it down."
She pulled the tight red dress down her frame, her body leaning forward gracefully as the tight dress pulled smooth across her skin, leaving Fareeha with quite the sight to behold, her voice lightly escaping her as she blinked repeatedly, "Wow."
Without seeing her face, she could tell Angela was grinning as she straightened up, turning to face Fareeha with her hands held together before her as she accepted her lover's appraisal, "I mean, it's a bit small, but I've had it forever and hadn't ever had a chance to put it on."
Fareeha barely understood her as her eyes ran across the pearly white chest that contrasted so beautifully with the suddenly bright crimson that held tight against Angela's body. She didn't dare move, knowing they had a deadline, and proactively shoved her hands into her pockets, forgetting that she was in charge of the zipper. Sure enough, Angela turned toward the wall to allow Fareeha access to her back, her face watching the soldier with a knowing, wry grin.
"Earth to Fareeha," she mused, wiggling her shoulders to alert her to her duty.
Fareeha, indeed, gasped as she jumped to it as she realized it herself, quickly approaching Amgela from behind, though even there, all she could do was stare at the V of skin that nearly met its apex at the small of her back. Carefully, as though they hadn't already shared one another's body numerous times in the last year, Fareeha tried her best to keep Angela steady with a chaste hand at her waist, taking the zipper with her opposing fingers and running it up her back, catching Angela sucking in her breath as she did so, allowing easier access.
"Old trick," Angela noted, her breath light as she withheld exhalation.
Suddenly, the zipper stopped in Fareeha's fingers, unable to continue as Angela released her breath, frowning, "Damn it. I told you it was too small; here, I'll take it off and I'll just switch."
At the thought of this angel wearing anything lesser than this dress, Fareeha's eyes jumped up toward Angela's neck with a near panic, a sudden rush coming over her that she needed to make this zipper bend to her will in order to carry this being at her side.
Angela spoke up, "Alright, just undo it and I'll go- GASP!"
Her body fell forward as her arms suddenly weakened at the feeling of breath being stripped from her lungs, Fareeha having forced the zipper up to its furthest point in one go, her hand clutching Angela's hip tightly as she did so, pulling her against herself as she collapsed against the wall. The doctor's breaths fell shallow as her head turned back over her shoulder, her eyes having turned narrow with some primal stare.
Almost as thought she'd come back into her mind, Fareeha's eyes grew wide as she took a step back, waving her hands in the air, "I-I'm sorry, I- I don't know what came over me! I was just trying to-"
A rather mischievous smirk crept along Angela's face as she recovered, pushing herself back up as her voice, a sultry sort, emerged, "Are you going to take me..?"
Fareeha stared at her, worried, reached a hand behind her head to scratch nervously, "I mean, yeah, I'm taking you out to din-"
"No," Angela interrupted with a licentious smirk, her hand reaching out to grab ahold of Fareeha's tie, pulling her closer, "Are you going to take me?"
Her lover's eyes blinked unsurely for a moment before her own smirk appeared, Fareeha's pair of eyes tightened in reply to Angela's lustful glare, "My my, Dr. Ziegler, are you sure you're ready to go out for dinner?"
Angela purred behind tight lips, walking two fingers up the valley of her chest as she pulled the tie to the side, "Dinner first. Then maybe some dessert after we get back?"
"Make time for some of those cookies, too?" Fareeha asked, sincerely.
Angela grinned, "If you can keep my lips off of yours long enough, I suppose."