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Ana Amari is alive.

"She was one of our most prized agents. A master sniper, great mentor and hero to us all. But she was thought as dead ever since a certain mission... which she did not, in fact, it seems."

And so is Jack Morrison.

"Of him... I doubt I need explanations."

Winston did not. Of the former Overwatch leader, no explanations were needed.

Every named Overwatch agents were gathered in the meeting room, where on the screen, a few photos were displayed. And everyone was either looking at the photos, or looking at the person who was most urgently looking at the photos.

Fareeha. Ana's daughter.

"We plan on going to meet them." Winston continued. "It will be consisted of only few members, as we know nothing of what they're trying to do right now. And─"

Winston looked at Fareeha, and said firmly.

"Captain Amari will not be one of the members."

Fareeha struck the desk so hard it broke under her fists.

"WHY!"

"Captain Amari!"

"I deserve to meet my own mother!"

Fareeha raged, heedless of even the fact that Winston was her direct commander.

"What─"

"Fareeha!"

Angela cried out, and clung to Fareeha's arms, as if to hold her in place. Fareeha came very close to throwing her away before she took a breath deep as she could manage.

Fareeha hit the desk again, this time much weaker, and said in a low voice.

"Please allow me to make one thing clear... None of you knew, did you? I have not been hidden of this fact... from you, at least."

"Nobody did, captain Amari." It was Reinhardt who spoke, and Torbjorn nodded in agreement.

Fareeha breathed out, slowly, then crumbled back to her seat.

Angela held on to her hand, and sent worried gazes. People all reacted differently to this display of affection, among which was morosely turning away. Hana.

"...I beg your pardon, commander Winston."

"Forgiven. But more than that, do you understand why you're not picked for this mission?"

"...Yes."

A doctor cannot operate on his close people. It was the same, Winston was trying to say, and Fareeha's reason approved.

Her heart did not.

x

"...Faree? Can I come in?"

"...Yeah."

When Angela visited Fareeha later that day, she was hugging the pillow, in her sleepwear. And Angela saw a face she saw for the first time on Fareeha's: that of a girl missing her mother.

A flash. Of Angela herself, in a house cold and alone, hugging on to her pillow just like Fareeha was now.

Angela went and embraced Fareeha firmly, hoping that she would not feel the coldness that would be eating into her right now.

Fareeha was tense in her arms for a long time, like a small animal caught, but eventually, she sighed, relaxed, and embraced Angela back, burying her face between Angela's breasts. It tickled, but also felt nice in a strange way.

"...I had lived believing my mother had passed away when I was still a girl." Fareeha said. "Then all of a sudden... she's alive. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel... anger, surprise, gladness..."

Fareeha sighed, and her warm breath tickled Angela, sending down shivers despite the situation.

"Angela."

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

Angela did.

Their lips met softly, and then parted, giving warmth to both.

"...You don't know how much glad I am to have you." Fareeha said.

"I believe I do." Angela said in return, and drew Fareeha even closer.

They stayed that way for a long time, just like that, before Fareeha said,

"...What am I supposed to do during that time anyway? They possibly won't expect me to operate properly while they're talking with my mother, won't they? But..."

"Say, Faree." Angela said brightly, "Do you want to go on a long date?"

x

When Overwatch agents spent their time outside the Watchpoint, it was usually Spain they head to, since it was the closest country. But today, Angela and Fareeha were on a plane to Italy. They had scheduled a three day trip which would mean that they would be back the same time as the team that had left for meeting with Ana and Jack. Fareeha would be nice and occupied, with all that she has to see.

Angela was genuinely excited about the trip, though. Not only was this the first trip she had with Fareeha, it was the first trip she was making in her life solely for the purpose of fun and fun alone. Yes, the first time in her 37 year long life.

"So where exactly are we going?" Angela asked Fareeha on the plane. Fareeha had made the plans herself, asking for something to be occupied with.

Fareeha smiled. A little wry, but still a smile. "Well, three days are not enough to tour the entire peninsula... so why don't we just see one city."

"Which is?"

"Venice."

They landed in Rome, and from there took a train. It was evening when they reached the city, and in sunset, everything was painted in a beautiful shade of orange.

The city of water they say, and it was right. Water flew threw the city like vein, between houses that retained the antiquities, all colored by the sunset. Angela and Fareeha stared at the sight as they walked to their hotel.

After leaving their luggage at the hotel, Fareeha guided Angela to a restaurant. As they were enjoying Italian food and wine, Angela mentioned how this was the first time she was enjoying a trip, and Fareeha was surprised.

"Never?"

"I've seen the world around quite a bit, but just for fun? Not yet."

Fareeha thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Well, I'm honored to be the first."

─First.

The word rang in Angela's mind, making other thoughts occur. Angela felt sudden heat creeping up her face, and downed the nearest drink.

Not a good idea, she realized only after she did it, as the drink happened to be strong red wine. Angela felt heat strike down at her stomach, and at the same time, marveled at just how beautiful the woman in front of her was, even though she was dressed in simple jeans and shirts.

After a few hours, Fareeha practically carried Angela to their hotel room.

"Faree~" Angela giggled, "You can never guess how much I love you."

Oh I think I can guess plenty. I love you so much. Fareeha thought, but only laughed at the drunk woman's words.

"Well I'm flattered. I love you too, Angela."

They reached their room, and Fareeha tried to lay Angela on the bed. But then, Angela grabbed Fareeha by her shoulders, and took her to bed with her.

"A, Angela?"

"Faree."

Angela whispered, and her eyes were so that it made Fareeha shiver. Sudden fire threatening to burn everything licked her from her inside.

"Faree." Angela whispered again, before taking her lips.

They kissed, and kissed for a long time. Angela's hands slowly crept up to Fareeha's hips, caressing soft and firm flesh from above the jeans. Fareeha jerked at the touch as it was ticklish, but at the same time sensual, and dangerously lustful.

Angela's hands did not stop, and one of them went up to her back, licking their wa up her spine to the nape of her neck, making Fareeha groan into the kiss, into Angela's mouth, and it was enough to make her thoughts cloudy.

"Faree..."

Angela whispered, her breath tickling Fareeha''s ears.

"Take me, Faree. make me yours."

"Angela..." Fareeha panted. "Wait, Angela..."

"But why should we?" Angela smiled, and the word, witch, flashed up in Fareeha's mind.

"I want you. I know you want me. We're together. What stops us from taking each other? Or..."

Angela's face clouded, almost teary. "You don't want me?"

"No!" Fareeha nearly shouted. "I want it... I want it so much you wouldn't believe it... but I don't want you to be drunk on our first time..."

Fareeha gasped as Angela's fingers traced down her spine.

"But why?" Angela said, "Alcohol and love goes well together..."

"You never remember anything when you're drunk!"

This time Fareeha did shout, and forcefully pulled herself away from Angela.

"Just tomorrow you're going to wake up and say 'did anything happen last night?' or something! I don't want that! I want... I want you to actually remember our first time!"

Angela blinked.

Because actually, she remembered everything when she was drunk. Alcohol seemed to have special effect on her memories.

But she also remembered that she had lied to Fareeha about it to escape from her troubles. Particularly from the facts that she had practically pounced Fareeha several times when drunk.

Before she could decide on which to face, Fareeha ran away to the showers, and seemed to be taking a cold one from the sounds of it.

Angela had no choice but to draw the covers to herself, and call herself every name that has existed in history.

When they woke up tomorrow, Angela asked if anything happened last night. Fareeha answered none with a sort of strange pride.

x

In the morning they toured the city of Venice, seeing the famous architecture and scenery, eating at different famous restaurants, and more than anything, just enjoying walking a foreign place with the person one loved.

It has been several days since they have finally told each other their feelings and became lovers, but even now it still felt like a dream to both of them. Each day, each moment spent with the loved one, knowing that she loves you, and being together. They were dreamy, nigh magical. And filled with joy unlike other days of lives.

And later that day, they wore their dresses, Fareeha in black, Angela in red, each awed at the other's grace, and headed for a certain corner of the city.

A music hall.

They bought their tickets, bought their drinks, and entered. It was a majestic place, decorated with gold and marble, grand and great. Angela and Fareeha seated.

Not long after, the lights were lowered.

And the orchestra began.

Fareeha did not know classical music much. When relaxing, she preferred rock. But that did not mean she could not appreciate it, and soon Fareeha was relaxing into her seat, letting the music wash over her and carry her to other realms.

Angela reached out.

Fareeha took her hand, and interlocked their fingers.

The complex harmony of notes flowed over each other's loved ones, and they let themselves be washed over.

When they came back to the hotel, it was silent. It was a wonderful silence. The kind of silence full of unspoken words of love, almost velvet-like.

Fareeha kissed Angela, and it felt so natural to do so. As if kissing was the only thing allowed in the world to do at that time. Angela kissed her back, and their hands softly held onto each other.

"Do we need words?"

"Oh yes we do."

"I love you, Angela."

"I know. But tell me more as we make one."

They kissed again.

And this time, never stopped.

The flames. Scorching, burning, all-consuming. Pleasure so great it bordered on almost pain. Connection unexperienced, unexpected, unbelievable. Delights unlike that of this world.

And her. Her and her and her and her and her and her and her and her and─

After, covered in sweat and weak in each other's arms, body still convulsing at the last wave of violent pleasure, Angela whispered into Fareeha's ears.

"I'm honored to be your first."

Fareeha laughed and the sound was delightful to Angela.

"As I am to be yours."

And once again, they kissed.

And found they had enough embers to burn.

x

On the last day of their trip, they rode the gondola, watching the city of water enfold its secrets in front of them. The waves rocked them gently, and it was comforting to just sit there and gaze.

"Can I sing you ladies something?"

The oarsman asked, and Fareeha looked at Angela.

"Do you know 'Ah! je veux vivre'...?"

An Aria sang by Juliet in the opera version of Romeo and Juliet. Angela did not expect him to know, but the oarsman tipped her a wink, before starting to sing.

"Je veux vivre/Dans le rêve qui m'enivre/Ce jour encor!─"

They laid back, held each other's hand.

And heard the music flow over the city of water.

x

In the plane going back, Angela leaned her body on Fareeha, and slept.

Fareeha could not.

The moment they got onto the cab, Fareeha's phone rang.

It was from her mother.

A/N: I sincerely thank you for all the encouragement and feedback. I really do. For a writer, it's the best thing in the world to receive a review on his writing.

And I think this story will stay as T... although rather bordering. I'm terrified of this story becoming full of bed-scenes only and no story.