The clicking at the door signaled the women's return, making way for Fareeha to step into their apartment before spinning around to hold the door open for Angela, who followed along with an exaggerated nod of the head.

"Thank you, my good lady."

Fareeha respectfully dipped her head in reply, "By my honor, fair lady."

Angela hid a muffled chuckle as she pulled her coat up to hide her mouth, proceeding to the small coat closet nearby to return it to its hanger, "I should have known you'd shed that blazer and wrap it around me."

"Kind of sad, really," Fareeha replied, emptying her pockets onto the counter, "You look so beautiful when you're cold and your skin starts to turn red. A fleeting sort of beauty, really."

"Oh, hush," Angela speaking dismissively as she took the blazer to hang up as well, "You just can't help but keep on with sweet nothings."

Fareeha shrugged, defiantly remaining quiet until Angela's head turned over her shoulder, "I didn't say stop."

Finally, Fareeha grinned, dropping her wallet onto the counter before turning around and leaning back against the counter's edge with arms crossed, "I guess I still feel a bit sore about last night, I don't know."

"I said it wasn't any big deal."

"I know," Fareeha continued, "I just don't want it to become a habit, or a symptom of my job to come home late. You're incredible, and the best thing that's ever happened to me, so I just feel bad when something happens that- You know, I've never been in more than one or two relationships, and those were both short-term things."

Angela smiled in understanding as she walked up to her, pressing her body against her soldier as she wrapped her arms around her waist, her chin falling against her chest as Angela showed puppy-dog eyes up toward her, "There's nothing to be scared of. I'll always be yours."

Fareeha's head turned away to hide a blush, "There you go with those sweet nothings…"

Angela smirked, pulling away and grabbing ahold of Fareeha's hand, uncoiling her arms as she placed a quick kiss upon her tawny skin, "Go change out of that, I know you hate it. I'll get some dessert made up, alright?"

Sighing freely, Fareeha immediately accepted, quickly reaching up to her tie, "Can do, happily. but on one condition."

Angela watched her partner attentively, though averted her eyes nervously as she noticed Fareeha's stare running up and down her body before speaking, "That dress stay on you for now. I don't want you being the one taking it off."

"Think I'll need help again getting it off?" Angela wondered, feigning innocence.

Fareeha smirked devilishly as she walked off toward the bedroom, "Yes. You'll need help with getting the dress off, too."

Angela found herself subconsciously running her tongue along her lips before shaking her head rapidly to clear her mind of such thoughts, though she appreciated Fareeha's unambiguous lust for her, even after so many months. Fareeha bringing up Overwatch's tenure before having been dissolved reminded Angela of just how much time had passed, not only for the world around her, but for herself as well.

She rubbed a nervous hand along her arm as she meandered around in the kitchen, more lost in her thoughts than in hunting for dessert. After Overwatch had been wrapped up, she'd gone and lost herself in her work, traveling miles a day around every corner of the world, with nothing but her past demons and stress accompanying her. She'd always thought that helping others might have absolved all she'd done, though it wasn't long enough that she realized the damage had already been done, with just a miniscule amount of people she'd helped not nearly countering the countless people Overwatch had harmed in its goals toward stabilizing the world.

Now, for all that, she'd had a body that matched all she'd learned about the world, and though she was merely in her thirties, she'd felt far more worn down before having met Fareeha Amari. She pulled a hand up for her eyes to examine the two scars that ran across her palm, noticing how worked her skin seemed to be, not only from Overwatch, but the many years of surgeries she'd performed. They were so far off from the body Fareeha must have come home from training to find upon the cover of a magazine or emblazoned upon a poster.

"You okay?" Fareeha asked plainly, leaning into the opening into the kitchen, finding Angela simply standing there watching her hand.

Angela smiled lightly, turning her head to demonstrate this unconvincing show of contentedness, "I'm fine. Just thinking about this last year is all."

"And how perfect it's been, right?" Fareeha asserted with a boyish grin, walking up to her in her dark sweat pants and loose-fitting 'Junkertown Bandits' t-shirt, showing an amused look on her face, "All the dates and everything? That night you said you'd kiss me in every country just before the buzz wore off? That Christmas we watched all your holiday movies by the fireplace?"

She wrapped her arms around Angela, pulling the giggling doctor as close as she could, resting her chin atop her golden scalp as she peered off into the distance, "Thinking about how I could never imagine anybody else doing all this with? You know, I couldn't come home in nearly as good shape if I didn't know you were here waiting."

Fareeha shrugged, "Waiting with a skillet to hit me upside the head because I wasn't careful enough, but still, waiting for me."

"Oh, hush."

"You say that a lot, you know," Fareeha noted.

Angela squirmed in her arms, "Because you're too good to me."

Fareeha reached up to grab ahold of Angela's shoulders, gently pushing her away so that she could see her eyes, peering there deeply as she spoke up, deeply, "You don't put on that suit of yours because it looks good. You put it on because you truly are an angel. And as much as you're an angel to anybody who happens across your medical table, you're my angel. It just so happens that you substitute a table with your conversation, your arms, or whatever else I love about you. I couldn't ever be too good to you."

Angela's eyes rolled as she smiled, "You always did know how to make me feel better."

"I've got to protect my girl," Fareeha proclaimed, shoving her hands into her pockets, "Even if it's from her own dark thoughts."

With a sincere smile, Angela nodded as Fareeha took a breath, "Alright, I have to go hang out on my inversion table, literally, so I'll return in a few minutes, alright? You can go ahead and eat something without me."

Her noting the pun was a regular thing for Fareeha to do whenever mentioning her nightly activity, mostly because she'd been around a certain individual back at headquarters enough time, and occasionally perusing their blog, and sure enough, she disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Angela to lean into the freezer, examining whatever was in there, and finding a pint of ice cream that she took ahold of, placing it into the sink to thaw for a bit. She made her way back toward the bedroom, pulling the fabric of her dress uncomfortably as it began to wear on her, reaching up to take off her earrings as she found Fareeha upside down on her inversion table, groaning lightly at the stretching of her back.

She turned to their dresser, opening her jewelry box as she began, "I'm compelled by my Hippocratic Oath to remind you, once again, that those things don't offer long-term relief."

Fareeha tried to laugh, but found herself subdued by the gratifying stretch at her back, only able to speak in reply with only the lightest tone, "Yeaaaah, that's why I do it eeeevery night."

Angela grinned as she gave her a sidelong glance, enjoying her shirt falling up toward her chest, leaving her smooth, lightly muscled stomach revealed. The doctor rolled her eyes, removing her last earring as she watched herself in the mirror that sat atop the chest of drawers, grinning smugly.

"Are my exams not good enough?" she wondered aloud.

"You know, I've seen the orthopedic stuff you do to Wilhelm sometimes, what with his back in the shape it's in," Fareeha answered, still lightly voiced as her speech was laced with a pleasured air, "I'll watch you do spinal traction stuff, and I nearly weep by how good it feels just to watch."

She reached her hands up to grab ahold of the railings of her table, slowly pulling herself upright, "Maybe if my mother hadn't focused so much on having me exercise and train every day without a word of preventative care, I would have the strain I have back there- not to mention how my bones are sure to be scrambling all over the place every time I stick a landing in my Raptora."

She stayed put for a moment, allowing her blood flow to even out before slowly continuing upward, though by now, Angela had come to her side, examining her as the doctor held her fists at her hips, shaking her head, "Such a shame this specimen has to be put through so many rigors."

Fareeha smiled, "Well, it's not all that and a bag of chips, especially since I've joined Overwatch; I seriously think I'm in better shape than when I was in the military."

"Hmm," Angela hummed to herself as she reached her hand up, stretching out two fingers to walk atop Fareeha's still-exposed stomach, "I can see that."

A boyish smirk stretched along Fareeha's face as she continued raising herself up, shaking her head, "I'm starting to think you standing there in the kitchen was about more than you just thinking about the two of us."

Angela gave a wry sort of smile as she took a step back, turning toward the closet and disappearing into there as Fareeha completed her rising, stepping off of her table with a satisfying sigh just in time for Angela to reappear, pointing toward the bed.

"Sit," she ordered, her other arm hidden behind her back.

Fareeha did as she was told, though her face was blank with confusion, and it was only when she'd sat down that Angela pulled her other arm into view, wielding a magazine that she presented, catching Fareeha's curious stare.

"'The Overwatch Issue' of Chrono Magazine?" Fareeha read, her eyes scanning the only figure on the cover, that of Dr. Angela Ziegler in a casual outfit that was more akin to the fashion of a near-decade ago.

She took it and flipped through the pages, finding the featured article that was, essentially, a short interview with the doctor followed by an in-depth expose on her career, the entire article filled with pictures taken, with and without other Overwatch agents at the time.

"Probably the only interview I ever did," Angela explained, "I was already feeling too hypocritical to get in front of a camera and speak of any moral ground we might be maintaining; even this was a short one. I went and bought an issue anyway though; they dug up some flattering pictures, and it was one of the few journalists that kept it mostly positive."

Fareeha read, slowly, "'Ziegler's ability to keep two servings of hákarl down has made her name well known among the Swiss pub scene'..?"

"I said mostly, alright?" Angela sighed, rubbing her face, "What I was thinking about, somewhat, anyway, was how I look in there. You know, you make me feel so beautiful all the time, but I really am just a shell of how I look in there."

"Okay, for one, ouch," Fareeha replied, clutching her chest, "I'm only a couple years younger than you, so what, you're saying I'm not as attractive as I was however long ago? I mean, maybe, but still- and two…"

She tossed the magazine onto the nightstand, pulling Angela down onto the bed herself and reaching a hand up to cup the doctor's snow white cheek, "I'm not in love with a picture from whenever ago; and when I was a teenager, pining over some Overwatch paraphernalia, I wasn't in love with a poster- I was in love with a woman, who just so happens to be sitting here beside me right this moment, and you're more gorgeous in person than anything I could find on a page."

Angela lowered her head, hiding a smile, her eyes shifting just high enough to see the magazine laying there on her nightstand, "Why don't you prove it?"

"Huh?"

She lifted her head, her eyes coyly tracing Fareeha's confused stare as her hand reached over, laying itself against the soldier's tight stomach, "Prove it. Look at me, now, and show me what all you did to yourself when you would think of me."

Fareeha's entire face flushed red as she was taken aback, her voice stammering, "N-N-No, I d-don't think so; I-I mean, I'd be far too-"

"Embarrassed?" Angela wondered aloud, "My love, I've seen every single side of you. There's not much you have still hidden from me."

"I-I know, but-!"

Angela slowly pushed herself up toward Fareeha's head, her hand quickly wrapping around the back of her head, rendering the blushing soldier speechless as Angela's lips bridged the gap, closing atop her lover's before her eyes closed, losing herself in the loose skin of her lips, pulling at them gently in sucking before returning to a kiss once again. Fareeha's eyes were left wide, but quickly began to waver as Angela tight-dressed body leaned into her more and more, slowly collapsing onto the sturdy body of Fareeha.

She raised a finger, slowly attempting to pull away despite Angela's hungry advance, trying to pause the activity before finally pressing her index finger against Angela's chin, keeping her back, "H-Hold on. What were you wanting me to do again?"

Angela showed a devilish grin, falling backward to sit down as she brought her legs up in front of her, fighting the tight skirt of her dress keeping her knees together, "You know what I mean."

Her breath still flightful from Angela's lips, Fareeha stared back with worry behind open lips, her body in a rhythmic motion as she collected her breaths. She bit her lip as she mulled over this woman's direction in her head, slowly beginning to push herself up toward the headboard, resting her back there as she eyed a pillow, nearly planning to simply cover her face to resist being seen. Seemingly catching on, Angela shook her head quickly.

"Nuh uh," she mused from pursed lips, "I want to see how cute your face looks."

Doing nothing to relieve her burning face, Fareeha simply averted her eyes to somewhere else in the room, gingerly pulling her hand up toward the hem of her sweatpants, her fingers slowly disappearing from view as Angela's lips curled in sincere delight. Unable to see much else from that point, her eyes jumped back up toward the profile of Fareeha's face, a sharp breath making an appearance which only furthered her blushing, though it sent a pang of nerves through Angela's body.

Fareeha's breaths began to shallow once again, aside from the occasional muted whimper, both noises which inevitably sent tremors down her legs. Angela's eyes returned to the gap between Fareeha's legs, now finding two points pushing out from the thick fabric in rhythmic motions, evidence of Fareeha's enraptured body.

Angela spoke up, lightly, "What would you think about?"

A frustrated groan escaped Fareeha as she shut her eyes, though the movement at her crotch remained, "J-Just hush…"

Now grinning, Angela pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, slowly crawling toward her lover atop the bed, "Hmm. Perhaps you imagined me giving you an exam? What with my hands all over you… Finding every part of your body that shivers beneath my touch..?"

Another, more prolonged, groan of frustration escaped Fareeha, though the sounds from her mouth were growing far more sultry than they had been, a hollowness absorbing into her breaths that accompanied the increased speed of her fingers, running along the delicate ridges within her that she'd come to know very well since her days as a teenager. Her knuckles buckled with every extension of her fingers, sending the pads right up against her inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure rushing throughout her body as her tightly closed eyes slowly lost their intent.

Suddenly, she noticed Angela having crawled right in front of her, her body pausing as her head turned to face her in surprise, "A-Angela!"

The doctor only smirked, reaching a hand out to sneak beneath Fareeha's loose shirt, the palm of her hand gently running gentle circles around her tummy, "I figured I might help out with a real exam. I can already feel your heart racing, you know, and I can feel how warm and…soft your skin is…"

Fareeha watched in embarrassment as Angela's face reached over, kissing her cheek before whispering up near her ear, "You can continue."

More shocked than anything by this addition, Fareeha could only watch Angela as her fingers crawled back into her, forcing her eyes to wince from the returning pleasure. Her legs would now occasionally tighten around her hand, her thighs running together as pleasure swirled around the pit of her stomach, her free hand reaching up past Angela's hand and clutching at her breast to further encourage this swirl of pleasure to cover the entirety of her body as well.

Now left to her own devices, Angela smirked childishly as she pulled her dress skirt up to her waist, allowing her to straddle her knees along Fareeha's waist while keeping herself high enough to allow her arm access. Her hands free, Angela grabbed a tuft of Fareeha's shirt, gently pulling it up as her eyes glistened at the sight of the tanned body she'd loved, finally catching a glimpse of the most beauteous pair of breasts as Fareeha instinctively pulled her hand back.

"Hold on," Angela instructed, Fareeha now so lost in her own body that she merely obeyed without much thought, grabbing ahold of the fabric of her shirt while Angela eyed her chest as though it were the dessert she'd been craving ever since dinner.

She gently cupped her hand atop one of her breasts, a sudden jerking motion forcing its way across Fareeha's body from the sudden sensation, her eyes beginning to tighten as she watched Angela's face so intently, yet found herself rife with rolling nerves that made her seek out release, her fingers growing more furious as though she were hunting down orgasm.

A sudden sultry, succulent wetness began to emerge from Fareeha's nethers, a sudden cry escaping her from utter embarrassment, though she was too far gone from any intelligible speech to make much known. Fortunately, after having been with this woman so often by now, Angela understood her body well, as she quickly began whirling her hand atop Fareeha's breast, massaging her skin for a time before running a quick finger across her nipple, forcing another whimper of a moan out of Fareeha's higher lips while her other pair continued releasing its own pleasure-fueled sounds.

Angela's head leaned across from her busy hand, her dry lips flipping across Fareeha's nipple, teasing it, biting it from her lips before she allowed her tongue a shot, swirling it atop the peak as Fareeha's voice eked out further moans, her body now beginning to shake as her orgasm slowly welled up from the three points of contact working her into a pleasured tizzy. She dropped her shirt onto Angela's head as she reached up, sticking her index finger into her mouth and lazily sucking at it, emulating Angela's activity, until she returned to heavy breaths, merely hanging her tongue from her lips as her upper body heaved against Angela, inevitably weakening beneath the crashing waves of nerves that washed over her.

Suddenly, Angela's lips tightened around her nipple, causing a particularly sensual gasp to leave Fareeha's mouth at the sucking sensation, her body suddenly cringing forward as her free hand jumped around to clutch the back of Angela's head, pulling her into her chest as her opposite set of fingers cramped from how fast they were moving, her pussy contracting tight around them as release washed over her, gasping for breath as her body shook wildly, feeling Angela's touch far more violently as her skin grew more sensitive. Angela accepted her rough grip, focusing solely on her breasts as Fareeha's body gradually grew still, leaving only her quick, jarring breaths as she sat there atop the bed, nearly unsure of where she was at the moment.

Angela's lips brushed against her skin as they spun into a smile, slowly pulling away to examine the work the two had collaborated on. Fareeha's head fell back against the headboard as she collected herself, her hand still in her sweatpants without the strength yet to remove it, though Angela was already thinking of how to solve the issue. She carefully lifted away the waistband, using her other hand to pull at Fareeha's wrist, earning her lover's curious stare as she held her hand up, slowly wrapping her lips around each of her fingers, eyes closed, her tongue swirling diligently to clean off all that had been emptied there in orgasm.

Fareeha gasped lazily, "D-Don't…"

Defiantly, Angela opened her eyes, simply staring at Fareeha's face as she went on, lovingly enjoying her honey with every slurp of the tongue, leaving Fareeha even further embarrassed by the sight, though she hadn't the strength to object further.

Holding onto Fareeha's hand with both of her own, Angela pulled her head away, sucking her finger as she went, leaving it with a gentle POP before grinning up toward her lover with a wry smirk, "And you said I hadn't the stamina."

Fareeha rolled her eyes with a weak smile of her own, still wading in a pool of nerves and pleasure, "We'll see tomorrow, after I'm done with you."

"With me?" Angela questioned innocently, pressing a hand against her chest as though she were some southern belle.

Sure enough, Fareeha reached her arms around Angela's body, pushing the two of them over and back onto the bed, leaving Angela laying beneath her as her limbs remained drained from her orgasm, though she fought as well as she could. She reached her head down, the two of them allowing their eyes to close as their lips came against each other, nearly playing as they sucked and pulled at one another, Fareeha's tongue tightly escaping into Angela's mouth before the doctor moaned into her mouth, taking a lap at Angela's own slithering muscle, catching her own taste there as Angela felt her legs going numb from the pleasure.

Fareeha pulled away, digging her forearm around Angela's waist and pulling her body up from the bed, allowing her other hand to reach back and up to her zipper, Fareeha's eyes widening as the dress slowly began to open up, watching the collected skin of Angela's breast lose their form without the dress' constriction. Angela watched her hungry eyes with a grin, noticing that Fareeha had all but forgotten her face was even up there.

"I told you this dress was too small," Angela muttered, seductively, "I won't be needing it anymore, anyway, if it were to get torn."

Fareeha's eyes jumped up toward her, nearly curling up happily themselves due to the wide smirk she was wearing. With the zipper fully undone, she reached up to clutch the soft fabric of the dress between Angela's bosom, yanking it down mightily, leaving Angela in a breathless rapture from the forcible behavior of this woman she loved taking her as her own.

Still holding her midsection up, Fareeha buried her fact in Angela's chest, kissing and sucking at the skin between her breasts, running up to her neck at times, until Angela wrapped her arms around her head, pulling her as close as she could come to her beating heart. She pulled her head closer so that she held it against her lover's dark hair, watching strands waver in the air as her heated breaths escaped her, Fareeha continuing her adoring worship.

She paused for a moment, Angela feeling heated breaths along her skin as Fareeha spoke, "I'm hurt you'd think I'd put a picture over the real thing."

Angela frowned, "Oh, hush; I was just saying. It wasn't like it was a constant worry or anything."

Fareeha took another lipful of skin before speaking once again, "I can't enjoy the taste of a picture, you know."

Now pulling Fareeha even closer to herself in order to keep her from noticing her suddenly crimson face, Angela refused to say anything further, lest it come out as a stammering collection of drivel. She felt the humorous shaking of Fareeha, no doubt understanding what her silence implied, and the tan-skinned soldier returned to her savoring activity, gently working supple lips up toward Angela's neck as the doctor meagerly relinquished her tight arms, instead beginning to run her hands along Fareeha's back in appreciation.

Suddenly, Fareeha dipped her head into the nape of her neck, taking the most gentle of nibbles, though with her body as sensitive as it was now, Angela's body jumped from the sensation, leaning her head to the side and against Fareeha's as quiet breaths forced their way from her. Trapped in this maelstrom of nerves, she failed to notice Fareeha's hand having worked its way down between her legs, and just after her previous shudder, her body twitched again as she felt her two fingers up and down along her panties, Angela reaching her arms and holding herself tightly against the warm, stable body above her, nearly pulling herself up off the bed in the process.

"My, oh my," Fareeha chuckled between kisses, "Aren't you a horny little thing."

Angela shivered from the mix of sensations, almost fighting back against the swirling pleasure within her, her thighs tightening along either side of Fareeha's hand as she sought even further release. With the diligence of a right-hand man, Fareeha pulled away, scooting her knees backward along the bed, leaving Angela's upper body laying there in warm exhaustion, her chest rising and falling gently as she took the chance to catch her breath, knowing what was in store as Fareeha kissed down toward her stomach, just above where her dress had been bunched up along her midsection.

She took ahold of the top of the dress, pulling it along down Angela's legs, making sure to grab either end of her panties as she passed them, intent of leaving the woman's body bare, musing lightly, "You're so much more gorgeous now."

Angela frowned, "You're only saying that 'cause I got you off like that."

"Just hush; you made me do it, anyway," Fareeha clarified, throwing the ball of fabric onto the floor as she laid down, leaving her head just before Angela's nethers, smiling as she took in one of her favorite sights to behold, "Besides, I never got to se all of you in those maga- Well, I never got one of those magazines, but you know."

"Those magazines? Angela questioned, drolly, earning a snicker from Fareeha as she wrapped her arms around the good doctor's thighs.

Fareeha replied, "You know, the dirty magazines where people would submit whatever debaucherous thing came to mind. Remember that public uproar when Jack gave Gabriel a hug during a ceremony and there was a lot of stuff about the two of them-"

"Okay, cut out the chit-chat," Angela muttered, her toes tightening into balls as her body began to tense in waiting frustration, "The only person I want to think about in the same mind as sex right now is you, alright?"

Now her turn to curve her lips unsatisfactorily, Fareeha spoke under her breath, "It's our anniversary; I'm not gonna have sex with you…"

She pulled Angela's leg closer, pressing her lips into her plump thigh, brushing it down closer still, "I'm going to make love to you."

Angela smirked, "Is there truly a difference? It's adorable that you think so, but-"

Fareeha allowed her lips to trail further, only pulling away to reply, "There are times for sex, and there are times for making love. Then there are other times where I've been away on assignment for a week and I return to find you in need of just a pure fucking. Tonight, I'll recite my love letter to you with my tongue."

Angela smiled weakly, finding that she truly adored this hopeless woman with all her heart. Fareeha, in turn, flashed her eyes up to meet hers, peering over that lovely curve of skin that led down to her lips, beyond the two lovely bulbs of skin that made up her little warm den with which to retreat to, smiling to herself as she found the eyes of the woman she loved.

And so she lowered herself, nuzzling her face between her lover's legs, catching the sultry moans from above her for only the briefest of moments before immersing herself, finding herself utterly lost in the woman who had so altered the course of her existence.