Things were falling into a routine at Gibraltar. Angela was working in the lab during the day, pulling up her old research on resurrection of the recently dead with Nanite technology. Things were looking promising. Jack was helping Winston most days with planning, falling back into his role as commander. Fareeha had forgiven her mother, and the two of them were off with Genji in Japan. They'd headed to Hakodate to find Kimiko and see if she'd join them.
Bren was spending the day today with Bastion, Lena and Emily, whom Lena had picked up yesterday. Bren seemed to like Emily well enough and was getting along great with Genji, Ana and Zenyatta. He was still a bit wary of Jesse but he was trying to get over it. Bren was terrified of Hanzo though. The rather stone faced archer was distant with most of the people there and hadn't made an effort to quell the child's fears about him.
But for now things were good. Angela was tweaking the programming of the nanites in her caduceus to attempt the resurrection again. She had a supply of mice injected with nanites that she could humanely euthanize and try to resurrect once their hearts had stopped. It had shown a stutter of starting to work but the mice had yet to come alive again, all toxins cleansed from their systems.
Angela unplugged her staff from the computer, ready to test again. She filled a syringe and injected one of her lab mice, monitoring it's vitals so she could revive it as soon as it's heart stopped.
When the computer read a flat line, Angela pressed the button on her staff, driving the nanites into overdrive. The mouse began to twitch, it's eyes opening before it stood and started scurrying around the cage.
Angela couldn't believe it. It worked! She hastily started typing on the computer, logging everything she saw.
"Athena. Call Winston immediately!" She said excitedly.
The mouse's vitals were strong, as if nothing had happened. She knew she needed to test it on something larger than a mouse before she'd be confident saying it would bring back fallen team mates in the field, but this was a huge step forward.
Winston knocked at her door, Jack with him.
"Come in. You have to see this! Ich habe es getan!" She called, falling into German in her excitement. (I've done it)
"What have you done, Angel?" Jack asked, stepping close to her.
She pointed to the mouse, Winston looking confused.
Angela pulled out another syringe, injecting the mouse and grabbing her staff.
"Watch." She said, pressing the button, the mouse twitching and standing back up.
Winston looked at her dumbfounded, "You've done it."
"Du bist ein genie, meine leibe." Jack said, pulling her in for a kiss. (You're a genius my love.)
"I'll need to test it on larger test subjects to be sure that it work in the field, but I've proven it can be done." Angela said in a rush, "Winston would it be possible to get a couple of pigs?"
"I should be able to get some from the local farmers. I'll send Jesse out." He said, excited at the possibilities, walking out of the lab to find the sharp shooter.
"You are the best, Angel." Jack said holding her close.
Angela melted into his arms, enjoying the closeness, "I'm basically done today, if you want to go back to our room to celebrate."
Jack grinned at her wolfishly, "Wie sie es wünschen." He said, grabbing her by the waist. (As you wish)
Angela shrieked with laughter as he lifted her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her out of the lab and down the hall. As they rounded the corner to the dorms, they ran into Torbjorn.
"Whatcha up to?" He asked suggestively.
Jack smiled at him, patting Angela's ass, causing her to blush furiously. Torbjorn just laughed, wolf whistling as Jack carried her into their room.
"Du bist ein arschen!" She scolded. (You are an ass)
Jack tossed her down onto the bed, "You know you love me though." He told her, sliding his hands up her legs.
She gave him a heated look as he hooked a finger on each side of the waist band of her leggings, slowly sliding them down her legs. He groaned as he saw her lacy white thong barely covering her. It was always one of his favorites. Jack climbed over her, kissing her deeply, tongues stroking each other.
Angela brought her arms up, sliding his tank top over his head, immediately running her hands over his muscled chest, as he kissed his way down her jaw and neck, swirling his tongue over her pulse point, drawing a moan from her lips. He slid his hands up her stomach, caressing her smooth skin under her shirt, finding nothing to stop him from continuing up her breasts, rolling her nipples between his finger.
"You are going to be the death of me woman." He growled, feeling his length pulse with want.
Angela gave him a sly smile, "Then I'll just have to resurrect you." She said, rubbing his cock through his pants.
Jack growled again, ripping her shirt off over her head and attacking her breasts. Angela gasped, head thrown back into the bed at the sensations coursing through her body. He knew exactly how to tease and nip at her to drive her wild and he was putting it all to use, her nails dragging over his shoulders as moans poured from her.
Jack released her breast with a pop, kissing his way down her stomach to the thin lace that kept him from his goal. He slowly licked a line up her already damp panties.
"Congratulation." He said sexily, moving the scrap of lace aside and flicking his tongue over her clit. Angela's thighs quivered as he licked and nibbled at her sensitive nub, her breasts heaving with her pants. He moved to his own belt, slipping his fatigues off and kissing his way back up to her mouth.
She gasped as his kissed her hard, rolling them so that she was on top, his cock trapped against her core. Craving friction, Angela slid herself along his length, moaning at the pleasurable sensations. She reached behind her, lifting her hips and grasping him. She rubbed his tip through her folds, lining him up.
"Thank you baby." She moaned breathily, taking him deep within her in a single motion.
Jack groaned as her walls twitched around him, starting to roll her hips, head thrown back as he pressed into that delicious spot inside her. He loved the way her tits bounced as she picked up the pace, the sweet heat of her pulling him closer to the edge. Jack reached up, rolling her nipple again, dragging a fresh moan from her lips.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer under her onslaught so he reached down to where their bodies met, rubbing his thumb over her clit, determined to drag her over the edge with him. Angela was lost in the wash of sensations, her whole body on fire. She was so close, she lifted her hips and slammed down onto him, waves if ecstasy rolling over her in orgasm. She felt Jack tense up below her in the haze of pleasure and pumped him until they both collapse into a boneless heap, breathing hard.
Jack brushed a sweaty strand of hair out of her face, kissing her forehead, "I love you and I'm so proud of you." He told her lovingly.
"Danke." She said, smiling at him. (Thank you)
They both were happy to lay there, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.
