Warning: Mega lemz at the end. I'm in college rn so this shit be slow af.
James let a small sigh escape his lips as he reached the clearing of the hill, finding himself only a few hundred meters from the compound. As they approached, it became evident that they were not alone.
Sitting upon the various crates of the tarmac were a few individuals that he hadn't seen before.
Reinhardt lifted a massive hand, waving at the group as they approached. A series of waves returned, acknowledging they were friendly. James stayed behind, walking at a calm pace. As far as he could tell, he was still a bit of a new face around the group.
Before them stood a robed cowboy, a bubbly Chinese woman and a Korean lady sitting atop her MEKA, chewing a wad of gum.
"Jesse, Mei, Hana." Reinhardt greeted as he approached, lifting the Egyptian woman from his shoulder and gently placing her on the ground.
"Thank you my dear." She teased, squeezing his armored thumb with a gloved hand. Reinhardt chuckled, making his suit bounce as he stood up.
"Anything for royalty." He growled in a playful tone.
With that the two held a giggling contest, which the rest of the group didn't know how to respond to.
James shook his head, approaching the crates before taking a seat next to the Asian woman wearing a parka and snow boots. She was playing with a ball of snow, tossing it in the air and tinkering with its size as she rolled it around.
He found the act interesting, eyeing it for a second before the throbbing on his face began to grow in intensity. He hissed at the sensation, realizing that his adrenaline high was beginning to deplete. With a small bit of effort he thumbed the underside of his chin, releasing the seals on the armored helmet.
A small gush of blood rolled down his cheek as he pulled the covering off, feeling as it dripped off of his jaw and onto his plates.
"Ah, you have a bit of a cut." Mei touted, pointing at his cheek. McCree eyed the young man, but said nothing, instead keeping his arms crossed and his mouth chewing a strand of wheat.
"Mind if I steal a bit of this…?" James scooped out a handful of snow and placed it on his cheek, watching the Asian lady for her response.
"Mei. My name is Mei." She introduced, offering him the rest of the snow. A small yellow bird plopped itself in her hands, shocking the Chinese lady.
Ganymede nestled in the powder, flapping his wings in delight as Bastion approached in tank form, beeping a line of profanities at the bird for venturing off. Genji sat silently on the backside, cross-legged and contemplating life as the robot wagged his barrel at the bird. Mei could only giggle at the act as the canary flew off, taking the Omnics with it.
James held a smile, but winced slightly at the feeling of his cheek. His face and body still contained the bruises and shut eye Fareeha had given him, and a warm zone on his abdomen gave him a rough guess that his wounds had reopened.
He looked off towards the trees, hearing the rustle of branches and snapping of twigs with his fortified senses. He raised his gauntlet, priming his wrist cannons as he aimed at the source of the sound. This caught the rest of the group's attention, causing Jesse to lever his pistol and Ana to mount her rifle in the general direction.
Jack grumbled slightly as he trudged out from the underbrush, followed by the medic and a large gorilla. An energetic Australian woman rode atop the primate, laughing and yelling as he trundled forward on all fours.
"Morrison!" Ana called as she lowered her weapon, watching him approach. James followed suit, putting the mound of bloody ice back against his cheek.
"Ana, hell of an entrance you crazy Egyptian." He joked, raising his arms into the air.
The two shared a small embrace for old times' sake, parting only to look at each other with aged eyes.
"Damn, we got old." Morrison chuckled as he removed his mask, sliding it into one of his pockets.
"Its what old dogs do, right, Meinhardt?" she joked, putting a play on his name.
The German let a booming laugh out, making the air around him thunder in excitement.
"And where is Fareeha, hmm?" she asked, looking around the horizon.
"Surely she is still not fluttering with those gunships." The elder woman touted, shading her eyes as she gazed upon the blue sky.
A small whine filled the young man's ear as he looked up, finding the purple bird he had seen earlier beginning to descend on their location. Fareeha hovered lower and lower before cutting her jets and letting her armored boots clang against the tarmac.
"Jack, Athena has reinstated the perimeter defenses. Scans show that most of the forces have already retreated." She reported, giving him a small salute.
The commander nodded and turned back to the aged Egyptian.
"Things should be clear now. The magnetic cannons on the perimeter should finish installing by tonight, giving us some peace and quiet." He stated before pulling up a data pad and bringing Athena up to talk to. Ana turned from him back to the woman, looking upon her with glistening eyes.
"Ahh… my little crybaby." Ana joked, taking her daughter within a hug.
"Mama…" she returned, pulling her in closer. The two shared the moment of ginger affection before parting, happy to finally be reunited.
"Where have you been all this time?" Fareeha asked, removing her helmet and placing it on her hip.
"Oh, you know, tying up loose ends, killing people, chasing after Talon." She mentioned casually.
"-I will tell you all about it later, for now let us get inside, it is beginning to get cold." She shivered, feeling a draft roll across the hill.
The two nodded and the group began to turn, walking back towards the hangar with a sunset encroaching across their backs.
Suddenly the Egyptian commando paused, horror overcoming her as she counted the assembly.
"Wait! Where is James?" She asked, turning most of their heads.
"The man in the armor?" Ana asked, nodding back towards the tarmac.
"Your boyfriend is still sitting at the crates." Angela pointed out as she hobbled, supported by Jack. Fareeha felt her cheeks flush at the statement before turning around and jogging back to the containers they had clustered at.
"Boyfriend? I've never heard of any boyfriend." Ana stated, putting her hands on her hips.
Both Lena and Angela began to giggle at the situation, knowing well what was coming.
"What is this? That reckless man is her boyfriend?!" she began to mutter, storming in circles.
"Come now, Ana, they are just teasing." Reinhardt cooed, sliding his gauntlet around her rear and nudging her forward. She continued to grumble as the group made their way through the hangar.
"James?" Fareeha asked, easing up on her trot. She repeated his name, but he sat unmoving. For a second she panicked, assuming him dead before she rounded and kneeled before him. Instead she found a cute sight, the young man dozing idly, his head in his palm with only a small layer of red snow left to cool his cheek.
"James. James…" She nudged, trying to shake his shoulder.
His eyes fluttered open in a blurred mood as he woke, pulling himself out of slumber.
"Hmm…hm." He coughed. "Must have nodded off." He muttered, pulling the snow from his cheek and letting it slide off of his hand.
"Oh. Your face! And your eye!" Fareeha exclaimed, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek. He chuckled, tilting his head upright as he squinted his vision.
"You gave me the eye, you dolt." He joked, standing up from the crate. She put on an embarrassed smile as she slid under his arm, supporting his wobbly jaunt towards the base. A small gasp escaped her throat as he rested his palm against her backside, holding onto the curve of her hip. She didn't dare to make her feelings known as they trudged forward, counting each time his hand squeezed with every second step.
It was a slow walk, but James had begun to sober up, his vision clearing and the pain on his cheek mellowing. The woman guided him to the parked drop-ship, leaning him against the side of the craft as she herself approached an armor station and stepped in to the discard her suit.
James subconsciously fired the release function of his carapace, letting the armor bloom open like a flower as he stepped out with wobbly feet. At the end of the day, he was still just an injured young man, trying to cope with his new lifestyle.
"Are you alright?" a soft voice asked, approaching him.
While her tank top and yoga pants had given her ample support, the body glove she wore was skin tight, contrasting every curve and bit of her features to the young man. However, James was too tired to gaze at the scene, something she was thankful for.
She sat on the crate beside him, plodding a medic bag on her soft thighs to dig through it for more salve, something to cover his cheek. He sat silently, sorting the day's events out in his mind as the woman worked, spreading a cool gel over his skin before covering it with a cotton bandage and medical tape. A round of gauze went across his forehead as well to cover up the few cuts he had received during battle, giving him a small headband to tote.
Fareeha smiled at her work, overjoyed that her medical skills had paid off as a soldier. She jumped slightly when she turned around, feeling James's soft hand envelop the point of her chin. For a moment she panicked, her cheeks flaring a deep red as he closed in with dreamy eyes. Her lips began to shape themselves as he leant in further, staring deep into her and for once the woman felt a fiery passion rumble in her chest, goading her into taking him right there and then.
It didn't come however, as James used his other hand to dab a small mark on the side of her temple with leftover gel from his cheek. Her eyes snapped open in shock as he silently massaged the salve in, making sure her cut was properly sealed.
"Little bit of a cut there." He mentioned before releasing her face and standing up to stretch himself.
Fareeha sat on the crate, an astonished impression on her face.
'What' was the only word that echoed her mind as she looked up at him, her mouth still waiting for the kiss.
He raised a brow down at her, trying to figure out what she was doing before he turned to his armor and closed the system down.
The Egyptian snapped out of her lethargic passion, tilting her head down as she became embarrassed over her mistake. Off in the corner she could hear a pair of British and Swedish women giggling, as well as the snap of a camera.
She was about to yell at them before a small grumble echoed the hangar, its origin from James. He pat his abdomen in a proud fashion and turned back to her, removing the stained shirt as he did so.
"Guess all the fighting really takes it out of a person. Up for a spot of dinner?" He asked, extending a hand.
Her vision snapped up from him, down to the hand and back again a few times before she understood the gesture.
"Yeah. Why not." She accepted with a cute smile before being helped up.
The two began to make their way through the base, sharing a small amount of chatter as they did.
"Alright, good work everyone, that was a tough situation but we made it out clean." Morrison spoke as he leant against the serving counter of the cafeteria. The entirety of the group were sitting amongst the room, some with trays of dinner while others empty plates.
"The new cannons will finish calibrating sometime next morning. I doubt Talon can afford another strike within the next month, so take some time to get yourselves settled and get a training regimen going. I'll announce the next briefing at a later date." He ended, walking off to join Angela and Ana at their bench for the evening meal. The rest of the team whispered among themselves as he did so, discussing prospects for the future or recalling recent events.
Morrison let a relieved sigh out as he sat in front of his dinner, letting the soothing aroma of sizzling meat fill his nostrils. Angela flanked his side while Ana was opposite, sipping on a hot bowl of lentil soup.
"I'm getting too old for this." He grumbled as he picked up his knife and fork, ready to jump into the steak he had ordered.
"Hah, aren't we all." Ana related, blowing on a spoonful of the scalding soup. Angela was demolishing a salad instead, trying to keep her shape instead of relishing in comfort food.
"Mum." Came Fareeha's voice from behind, garnering the elder woman's attention. She turned, holding the spoon to her mouth while a hand cupped her chin to catch anything.
"Ah! My Fareeha. Finally done fraternizing with that boy of yours?" she mused, lifting a brow at her daughter. A small freckle of red popped up on the commando's cheeks as she faffed a hand at her.
"It's not like that. He just needs a friend. Its tough standing up when you have lost as much as he has." She lamented, watching from across the room as James leaned on the ordering counter, constructing the both of their evening meals.
"Mhmm, it'd be tough standing up if he wooed you last night, you sly girl." Ana pestered, causing Angela to eject a load of salad dressing through her nose and back into the bowl. Morrison could only mouth an "Ew" at the sight as he continued with the steak.
"MOM!" Fareeha seethed, the red bloom on her face growing in size. Some of the other patrons shared giggles at the display.
"Alright, alright sweetie, mommy is done annoying you. Just use protection okay? I want grandchildren, but from a man you're married to." She ended, turning back to eat her soup.
The commando stormed off in a fit of flustered rage, seething at the woman as she reserved a bench with her bottom.
"My sister would have dunked my mother's head into that bowl of soup if she talked to her like that." Jack commented, chewing on a wad of bloody meat.
"Bah. My Fareeha is much too spoiled. My parents arranged a marriage for me as a teenager. The only way I got out of it was by busting his balls with a roundhouse kick." Ana reminisced. Jack momentarily flexed his guts, testing to see if his equipment was still functional as he imagined the event with a frown.
"Well, you can hardly blame her. Without a father, her mother was the only thing she could take after." Angela pointed out, wiping a splotch of dressing from her lip.
"I know, I know. I just want her to be happy." The elder woman stated.
"Maybe you aren't far off." Jack mused, watching as James tiptoed his way from the counter back to the Egyptian woman, carrying a set of trays.
"How's your commander?" James asked, setting down a plate of Kofta and rice for her and a bowl of Udon noodles for him.
"Jack? He's fine. Just old." The woman responded, giving a small thanks as she picked up a spoon for her rice.
"No, I meant the older lady. Some military figure right?" James insisted as he sat, searching Fareeha's face for some sign of a joke.
"My Commander? James, that's my mother."
He looked at her for a second, trying to understand what she was saying before his head snapped to the back of the older lady. It went back and forth for a few seconds before he opened his mouth.
"Oh. OH. OHHHHHH." He understood, realizing their eye tattoos were a bit more intimate than a unit symbol.
Fareeha let a snort out as she laughed at his shock, grabbing her abdomen in an attempt to calm herself. James sat still, watching her have her moment of fun.
"Fareeha! You still sound like a pig when you laugh, eat your food!" Ana retorted across the room, causing a hefty amount of chuckling from the rest of its occupants. Even the young man shared in on the moment with a few laughs as the commando grew embarrassed at her mother's call out.
"Yeah. She sounds like a mum."
Fareeha shook her head, deciding to dig into her meal rather than listen to the chatter surrounding Ana.
"So. I think you owe me one after today." James began, taking a mouthful of his noodles.
"Hmm? What's that? Why?" Fareeha responded, raising a brow at the statement.
"Remember that gunship you kept dancing with? Pretty much just exploded 5 seconds after he got a bead on you?" he recalled, his tone proud and snarky.
The woman's eyes lit up as she remembered.
"That was you? Impossible. We were too high up."
"Yeah, one point five-eight kilometers up, but it was dead center on that cockpit."
"How? He was buzzing all over the place. Even my rockets had trouble locking."
James leaned back and stretched his arms over his head, showing off his unclothed muscles.
"Magnetic rifle. Pretty much carved a line out of the air." He boasted, taking a sip from his bowl.
"Hmm. Guess I do owe you one. That guy was riding my camel." Fareeha confessed.
"I bet you wanna ride his camel" came a British voice as Lena passed, garnering a slap on the rump from the Egyptian as she cackled away.
James had been nose first in his noodles and had not heard anything.
"Whatsthat?"
"Nothing." Fareeha snapped, diving back into her meal.
The two discussed tidbits here and there about the day's battle as they ate, only pausing to listen to someone else's story in the room and share a laugh or a series of oohs and ahs. Soon enough, Reinhardt trundled by, carrying a tray of tankards across the room and serving them to all the occupants.
"Bwahahaha! Dinner is over, but the fun begins! Here, try some of Uncle Wilhelm's personal bru!" he thundered, laying a pair of the gigantic mugs onto the table before bouncing off to serve everyone else in the room.
James observed the foaming tankard with a curious eye, wondering what could have been used to concoct such a recipe. Somewhere off in the distance he could hear a Korean lady lamenting its flavor with violent words.
"Ah. Reinhardt likes to distribute his monthly brew among the group. I'm not usually one to drink it, since it tastes like rotgut and woo-" her speech was cut off by the boy slamming the stein into the table, wiping his mouth off with his arm as he let out a content breath of air.
Fareeha sat in shock as she watched the young man lick the edges of the mug, feeling a drop of sweat slide down the side of her head at the image. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the German man say ~ooh in surprise.
"Gonna finish that?" he asked, pointing at the tankard that sat idly next to her elbow.
She sputtered for a second, still in shock.
"Whey-whay-Wait! You drank all of that in one go! Do you know how strong this stuff is?" she exasperated, jabbing at the wooden mug with a finger.
James stared at her blankly, following the motion of her finger.
"It tasted alright. I'm just asking, if you're not going to drink yours-"
Fareeha hefted the tankard to her lips, trying not to gag at the strength of Reinhardt's concoction as she glubbed a mouthful. The room grew silent at the momentous act.
James watched as the woman's eyes popped out of her head, straining to remain intact as her cheeks expanded into balloons the size of oranges. He was about to ask if she was okay before a hose of the brew from her mouth blasted him off of his seat, sprawling him across the floor.
The Egyptian panted with her tongue out as she leapt for a cup of water, trying desperately to wash the grueling taste from her tongue. Behind her the whole room had erupted in a thunderous glee, Reinhardt's roar the loudest above all.
"BWAHAHAHA! Ana! You forgot to teach your daughter how to drink!" he boomed, chugging his own mug as the rest of them watched the scene.
"Bah, shut it you oaf. No one can stand your brews anyways." She countered, stealing a sip from his mug. A small grin formed on his face at the act, and a sense of happiness enveloped his mind.
Fareeha had calmed slightly, panting laboured breaths as she put the cup of ruined water down. The table was covered with the amber ale, coating every surface of the bench and the man who had been sitting opposite of her.
"Ah! James!" she shouted, running around the bench to reach his splayed corpse on the floor. Of course there was brew all over that as well, as of this point it would have been wiser to count the parts of the room that weren't covered in it.
As expected, the Egyptian slipped, flipping herself into the air as she ran for the boy. She let out a small scream as she flew, followed by a heavy "Oof!" as she landed her rump straight into his abdomen.
James gave a deathly groan as the air from his lungs was ejected by the new weight, letting his arms flail in reflex as he felt a part of his soul being squashed. The laughter in the background multiplied a hundredfold as Fareeha cleared her head to look down at him.
"James! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" she asked, a concerned and embarrassed expression on her face. He mouthed something out, but she couldn't hear it. The woman leant in closer, barely picking up the words "…hea…heavy..." underneath his breath.
She gave a small squeal in realization, sliding off of his chest and trying to stand up.
Reinhardt had been letting Ana take another sip from his mug when Fareeha flew, rewarding him with a splash of his drink as it was ejected from the elder woman's mouth and straight into his face. The Amari cackled in absolute madness as she watched her daughter panic, slapping the giant next to her on the thigh repeatedly as she laughed her heart out.
James had slowly picked himself up, covered in the sticky ale as he carefully made his way out of the massive puddle. Fareeha had been leading him by the hand out of the mess, but a jerk in her back led to the two falling over again. This time he had flipped straight onto his noggin, followed by the Egyptian elbowing him in the groin.
Again, the young man felt his life force flutter as his jubblies were quashed by the back of her arm, prompting another groan from his tired soul to escape. Behind them the laughter raged on, evermore hearty than before.
"Hope I'm not paying for this show." McCree muttered as he watched the insane display, taking the occasional sip of whiskey from his chilled glass. Mei laughed innocently at the display with a childish giggle, putting a small grin on his lips.
"Easy. Easy….Easyyyy…" James whispered as he finally made his way out of the mess. He had fallen once more, putting a crack in the tiles before escaping the scene with his head intact and his wounds still shut. Fareeha had found it harder to do so, her body glove offered no traction against the floor and James was forced to drag her out by an arm to save the woman.
The two quickly left the cafeteria, skulking down the halls as they went. Happy to finally be rid of the attention and anymore risk of slipping. James let out a sigh as he slowed his pace.
"Man… This stuff does stink." He commented, feeling the dried ale stick to his skin like a layer of honey. He tried rubbing it off, but to no avail it was soaked in. Fareeha did the same, finding her body glove soaked as well with the pungent ichor. The two paused, looking at each other for but a moment before bursting out in genuine laughter.
The charade lasted for a good minute as James let the moment pass through his system, comprehending the event like a funny story he had just witnessed. Amari did the same, feeling her lungs heave with each bout of laughter.
"Oh, oh my gosh… I haven't laughed like that for years James." She gasped, holding her abdomen in.
James picked himself up, still letting a giggle out every few seconds as he composed his thoughts. Through the skylights of the base he could see a night of stars and the single moon gazing down back at him. He had the perfect idea.
"Here, follow me!" he commanded, grabbing the girl by her wrist and leading her through the halls. They winded through the bulkheads, twisting and turning and even running up a flight of stairs before reaching the young man's intended destination.
Fareeha let a breath out as they slowed, approaching a balcony overseeing an extension of the base.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, looking at the empty space beside her.
"James?" she asked, turning around to find the young man charging straight at her.
"JAMES!" was the last word she screamed as he lifted her from the floor by her hips and leapt over the railing. He let out an energetic yell as they flew, followed by her hopeless wailing as the ground approached.
Is this it? Is this how I end? By being tackled off a balcony by a drunken stud straight into the concrete? How wi-
A cold shock enveloped her body as she was plunged into the pool, sinking to the bottom alongside the young man.
Water?
Her eyes snapped open and she stopped yelling, feeling the cold water rush into her mouth. James stood straight and began to paddle as she flailed about underneath, grabbing at his pants and digging her nails into his skin.
"OI!" James yelled as the pin-pricks made their way through his nerves, alerting him to the issue. The young man reached under the surface and pulled up the Egyptian woman, letting her sputter a gout of water into his face.
"Easy, it's just the pool." He commented, watching as she squirmed and flailed within his grasp. Fareeha did nothing but the latter, his words having the opposite effect as intended as she fluttered about.
"Woah c'mon I'm-"
"I CANT SWIM!" she yelled, latching onto his head in an attempt to stay afloat. James felt his face smothered by her bosom as he was dunked underneath the surface, splashing his arms in panic. Fareeha continued to squeal as they slowly but surely made their way to the shallow end of the pool.
He pushed upwards with his palms, fighting her breasts for a gasp of air when he could.
"FLOAT! JUST FLOAT!" he managed to squeeze in, breaking her grasp around his head. The woman still splashed around in a pitiful manner before a burly arm wrapped itself underneath her bosom, pulling her straight into the embrace of a well-defined chest.
James let out a long sigh as the two of them floated across the surface of the water. As much of a swimmer he was, it was actually Fareeha that provided the buoyancy.
"Floating. Ever heard of that?" He asked, pressing himself against her backside as the jets underneath the water pushed them around.
Fareeha had calmed a good bit, no longer in danger of drowning and surrounded by warm muscle. She gripped his arm tightly as they floated, scared to think of what would happen if he let go and drifted off.
"An Egyptian commando, flying through the air faster than the speed of sound, toting a missile system and a rocket launcher, doesn't know how to do the doggie paddle?" James asked, kicking slightly underneath the water to propel them across the pool. Fareeha let out a "Humph" before responding.
"Kind of hard to find water in the desert, much less something you can swim in." she countered, smacking his arm.
He let out a small chuckle, one that she could feel through her back as she rested atop him.
"It's not that hard. See, just let out a few kicks like this-"
James let his legs splash lightly out of the water, pushing them slightly along the surface. Fareeha nervously followed suit, letting her thighs and calves ripple the water with effort.
"Yup, like that." He agreed, watching as her gloved body splashed through the water.
"And if I do this..." The young man disappeared, letting go of the woman as he sunk towards the bottom of the pool.
Fareeha felt her heart spike as she began to flail again, splashing in every which way as he legs propelled her through the water. She flipped over, trying to doggie paddle in a hopeless effort before taking a mouthful of water. A faint squealing filled the air as James resurfaced underneath her, pushing her out of the water and laying her chest against his.
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against his body as the two began to drift once again.
"Almost had it there. Just try not to act like a fish out of water, in the water." He teased, kicking lightly with his legs. Fareeha let out another "hmph" to express her displeasure of being abandoned but nothing else. The two floated for a little longer, eyeing each other and feeling their heartbeats between skin before James looked straight up.
"Wow. Look at that moon." He whispered, gazing into the pale eye of the night. Fareeha knew what was up there, so she lay her head between the rift in his chest, listening to his heartbeat with a passion.
The two were wordless for a moment more, before James bumped into the stairwell of the pool and released his grip on the woman. She was about to panic again, but this time he guided her legs to the floor of the pool, averting the crisis.
"Hooh, I need a shower." James announced, feeling relaxed by the moment in the pool. He stepped out, shaking his pants lightly in an attempt to wring the water out of them. Fareeha fared better with her wicking suit, but agreed in opinion.
"Here, you can use mine. My room is right over here." She directed, walking past the pool and towards a numbered door down the hall. James followed suit, shivering slightly as the night air caught up to his skin. Fareeha felt the draft as well, urging him to hurry into the warmed room.
"Dib's!" he announced, running straight into her bathroom and pushing the door closed. She put a small smile on at his behavior, but an overbearing thought forced her eyes out of her head.
There was a perfectly fine man, naked, in her room, with her.
Her cheeks exploded into a flood of scarlet as steam vented from her suit. Just in case, she locked the door and shut the window blinds, guaranteeing total privacy.
She put her palms to the sides of her face as she flustered about, trying to think of what to do.
He has no clothes! He's butt naked! What should I do? How big is his dick?
The last thought put a frown on her face.
Now wasn't the time to be lusting for a young man, especially not for a woman like her. He was just being nice and playful, something she appreciated greatly.
But…
No.
YES!
NO!
Her mind was in turmoil, would she just sit on the bed, naked and appealing? What if he did think they were going to do it? Should she ask for him to wait so she could shower…?
?
The door wasn't fully closed.
Fareeha felt her heart lurch as she tiptoed closer, listening to the sound of him hum and wash.
She swallowed whatever courage she had left and walked in, closing the door silently behind her. The shower was encased with glass panels, but he had left the door open, letting a hot steam envelope the room.
There was a sweet smell of his sweat and effort tinging the air, putting her hairs on end and giving her goosebumps as she stepped in. James continued silently humming as she glazed over his features, her eyes lingering at his muscled frame. By no means was he a normal man, with a body and muscle-tone that he had, Fareeha could have sworn that his shoulders were less broad the day she had met him. But now, she didn't care.
With a final breath, she reached forward, stroking his back with a gloved palm. It took the young man a moment to notice the effect, but he turned to her, slowly with a romantic smile upon his lips. Fareeha could not speak as he wrapped a hand around her thigh, pulling her in close to his nude frame. He gazed deep into her brown lenses as he snaked his other arm around her backside, feeling up her lower end with his strong hands.
A small pinch caused her to gasp, but her open mouth proved to be an excellent point of attack for his tongue. Whatever shock she had was melted into lust as he dove into her mouth, fighting her tongue with his own as the two kissed.
Amari grasped at his wide shoulders, trying to gain a hold on the chiseled surface but found no solace as he kissed her further, his hands eliciting shock and moans from the woman as they kneaded her bottom. Even through the suit, Fareeha felt her legs shake in weakness as he slid his hands up and down the back of her thighs, providing an electric sensation for the woman to buck over as he did his magic.
A small zip filled her ears as they spun around the shower, coating her in the warm water he bathed in. His hand had trailed itself up her back and pulled down the suit's zipper, releasing the pressure on her skin as she dropped her arms to lose the suit.
James reached for her collar with both of his hands, caressing the sides of her neck and jaw before grasping the free edges of the suit, slowly peeling them further and further to reveal more of the beautiful brown skin. Fareeha grabbed him by his hair, cradling his head in anticipation as he flayed the suit from her chest, slowly inching down each breast until he reached the darker skin of her magnificent areolas.
The woman gasped as he snaked a tongue overtop the point, lapping up the water before sliding his tongue between the lusty mound and the suit. She let out a satisfied moan as electricity jolted her spine, his affection the source of her pleasure.
James dropped the rest of the outfit, letting her peel it off herself as he buried his face between the large pair of breasts, playing with their ends with his teeth. Fareeha let a squeal escape her lips as he gently bit on one of the sensitive nipples, massaging it with his tongue while his other hand fondled her opposite breast.
He continued the suckling as he reached down to peel the rest of the garment off, letting her take ginger steps out of the glove before hoisting her up onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his lips plant kisses along her collarbone as she locked her legs behind him.
The water was still flowing hot as James fondled her soft end, raising and lowering her slightly as she moaned in soft pleasure. A gasp shot out of her throat as he let his hardened member divide the space between them, grinding against her own sex.
He continued the action, eliciting more moans out of the woman as he shut off the stream of water and stepped out of the glass box. Fareeha stared at him with lustful eyes as he walked, bouncing her against him occasionally for a small moan as their parts grinded together. Finally he laid her soaking body onto the bed, easing upon his grip as he slid down her glistening frame.
"James?" she whispered, curious of his intentions as he slid down further, trailing a line of kisses down her abdomen before he went lower. The young man hooked an arm underneath her thigh, reaching up to stroke her hips and draw lines on her stomach as his other hand reached down further to assist with his tongue.
Fareeha had a mad shade of crimson covering her cheeks as she felt his nails rake through the short layer of hair covering her mound, something she generally kept well shaven but had accidentally forgot about this time around.
"Wait, James-" She was cut off as he planted a longing kiss on her nub, eliciting a gasp from the woman as she grabbed onto his head with both hands. He used his free hand to splay her womanhood apart, giving him a loving hole to lap up as she bucked wildly underneath his tongue.
"Ah! Ah, James!" She moaned, trying her hardest not to bite through her lip as he made magic happen. He dropped the free hand and snaked it under her other thigh, locking his shoulders into her rear and his head between her thighs.
Fareeha sat up in response to the action, wondering what he could be doing before the young man opened his mouth and planted it over her lovebead, sloppily lapping it up with tender kisses. The woman could only moan in pleasure she bucked her hips, trying to pull his head from her crotch as he continued the act.
She relinquished her protests as he began to suck on her mound, lying back against the bed and grasping at the sheets for a handhold as a rising tide made its way through her body. The pressure he was sucking with became madly unbearable for the woman as she felt him gently gnaw with his teeth.
Whatever gasp she had prepared for him had instead transformed into a full on scream as she grabbed the sides of her head, her body spastic as her hips bucked and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. James felt a gush of hot fluid enter his mouth, which he gingerly lapped up with pride.
Fareeha had barely recovered from the previous act before she felt James slide up her body, his lips glistening with the sparkle of her fluids. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss as he pressed his body into hers.
The two shared a period of lust as their mouths battled for dominance, their hands stroking every which way as the air heated. James broke off the contest, rearing back for only a second before he dove into her neck, lathering it with tender kisses as he trailed a hand down her body. Fareeha felt his muscled limb squeeze her padded rump, massaging it lightly before cradling it gently.
He slid his free hand underneath her armpit, sneaking under the damp skin of her back before gently taking a handful of her hair. The two were locked tight, but the woman could feel his throbbing member slowly grind against her own. The friction was almost unbearable as he finally retreated from her neck, taking a moment to gaze passionately into her eyes as their noses touched for a brief second.
Amari could feel the mood shift as his actions slowed, the grinding in between her supple thighs laying off as he steeled his grip beneath her head and cradled her hips into his own. She could feel a small prodding at her entrance; gentle, but ever passionate as he continued to deeply gaze into her auburn orbs.
She bit her lip as the pulsing object slowly entered her slit, parting their soppy folds to bore deeper into her. It had been a stagnant period of time since she had felt a sensation close to this, but no sensation could match the one James was providing as he slowly but surely pushed in deeper, cradling her buttocks in an almost forceful faction to get himself in as far possible.
Fareeha felt her mind go blank as she stared back up at him, her eyes drooped with lust and a line of drool slowly trailing out of her cheek as his tip kissed up against the entrance of her womb. The young man barely held a smile as bliss took over on his face as well, and with that the two had lost themselves in one another.
As soon as he paused, he started once again, jolting the woman out of her bliss and throwing her back into the sea of pleasure. She heaved gently as he continued to pump into her, slamming her hips into the depth of the bed as he kept a hand locked around her buttock and she kept a leg around his waist.
James gave out heavy breaths with each push, pulling the woman closer into his embrace as she gasped in silence. Finally she let out a hum of approval as he slowed and began rotating his hips, grinding his member deep inside of the Egyptian. Fareeha could barely moan as she felt his pulsing vibrate through her lower region, a spark of pleasure leaping from her mound every rotation he did with his hips.
The young man put a smile on as he finally released his hold, flipping her over onto her stomach and letting her arms and head dangle off the side of the bed.
"James?" The woman asked in confusion as he slid a white pillow under her hips, causing her butt to jut out further. Fareeha managed to prop herself up on her elbows to turn around before watching him slowly peel apart her cheeks with his strong hands and dip a tongue in her sex.
An expression of surprised leapt onto her face as he dug inside of her with his mouth, slowly massaging her rear as he poked around. The woman could only bite her lip in pleasure as he did his work, letting out a moan when he slid a digit in to help with the job.
She could only grasp to the sheets and scrunch her expression as his rough fingering jostled the bed, shaking her back and forth as his digit pumped into her, carefully building up a volume of pleasure. Fareeha felt an ounce of fluid discharge from her sex as she rolled through an orgasm, her tongue hanging from her mouth and her fists balled around the sheets.
James wasted no time in hopping back on, seating himself on her padded end and sliding his piece back into her maw. He began to hump, wildly and without abandon as he leant forward, reaching under the woman to latch onto her breasts.
Fareeha groaned in pleasure as he continued, planting kisses on the back of her neck as his fingers dug into the soft of her nipples. She hissed at the pain, but quickly fell in love with it as he continued to explore the depths of her breasts.
A moment passed as James began to ramp up his movements. Fareeha could feel it coming to as she flexed her abdomen, feeling her mound tighten around his member in an attempt to trap it. The young man only took it as a challenge as he leant further into her, increasing the strength of each pump.
By now he had buried his fingers deeply into her breasts, wiggling them around in sensation as the space between his crotch and her buttocks clapped loudly with each pump. The Egyptian began to let out exhausted gasps as he neared, James himself quietly grunting in pleasure as he let loose a final flurry and came to a slow in his pumps. Between the pain and pleasure in her breasts, Fareeha relished in the pulsating warmth that slowly began to fill up her insides, covering every nook and cranny it could find with a unique stickiness.
Stray globs of it began to pop out and splatter the woman's padded rump as James let the last few pumps go, feeling himself shudder in pleasure as he released his seed.
Silence encapsulated the room for a brief moment as the young man extracted his satisfied member and laid himself down next to the Egyptian. Her face was covered in a glossy sheen of moisture, small drips forming near her cheeks only to be lapped up by the stray strands of hair from her beaded locks.
James reached a finger over and nudged the length of hair and gold out of the way, his digit barely scraping against the surface of her eye tattoo. Pharah glanced at him, huffing shallow breaths of satisfaction as she nodded her cheek into his hand. He stroked gently, feeling the heat vent from her skin as she cooled.
The young man slowly ascended from the bed and walked to the bathroom shelf, pulling a pair of hand towels from the top. He unrolled one and used it to fondle his own while tossing the other to Fareeha, becoming amused by the way it bounced off of her rear end.
She barely acknowledged the act, but she took the towel and began to wipe herself off, collecting what she could from her skin. The bed would stay sticky until the janitorial drones issued a new layer of sheets after steaming the mattress.
A surge of exhaustion hit the young man as he tossed his towel into the hamper. It wasn't just from the hour's endeavor, but the cumulative friction provided by the entire day. James lay back on the bed, resting his head on a spare pillow as he gazed at the glossed body lying before him.
She lay panting, soaked in sweat and her hips sore as she looked at him. He pat the small space next to him with a playful smile.
"Oh, no way. I can't even move my legs. If you want me there, you're going to have to move me." She deadpanned, throwing her towel at him. James swatted the encrusted fabric onto the floor with a mock disgust before sliding over and slipping an arm underneath her abdomen.
Fareeha let a small yelp out as she was maneuvered next to the young man, her head resting on his bicep and her legs curled around his.
Millions of things were racing through her head at the moment, something to say or something to think. However, all of that stopped short when she found herself at peace. Not alone, not during training, but by his side, dashed with a layer of sweat and exhaustion.
Maybe she was a little bit older than him, but if he had cared; she would have known long ago.
"You alright?" James asked, raising a brow as he looked down on her.
She could have laughed or said something, but instead a billow of air escaped her lips, sending a tingle of cold air over his skin.
He let out a soft chuckle before reaching over to the nightstand and shutting off the lights. The two of them stared at the darkened ceiling for what seemed like forever, until they realized they were asleep.
