Christmas. The time for family and love. The time for peace. And there had been peace for near three months, both Angela and Jack were happy in their post-engagement bliss; he couldn't think of a time where he'd been happier. It was during Overwatch's Christmas party that they announced they were engaged, and the festivities turned into a full out celebration. More wine, more food, more mistletoe, anything to get the couple even closer together and the rest of the troupe excited. The only person who wasn't as excited as the rest was Gabriel, who sulked in the corner on his own with a beer in his hands.
"All right you love birds, smile for the camera!" Lena said, hopping in front of the two and snapping a picture of them. Jack was looking down at Angela, his arm draped over her shoulder and holding her close, and her beaming smile was directed up at him. "Aw, you guys are just too cute!" The picture came out of the camera and she waved it in the air, finally handing it to them. Sure, it was an old piece of technology, but the British girl was sentimental in that nature.
"Lena, do you have a pen?" Angela asked as she reached for the picture, not moving far away from her fiance. When she had the pen, she wrote on the bottom: 'First Christmas with Jack 3'. "Danke."
"Come on Ange, I got a present for you," Jack said, ushering her away from the group for a moment. He stopped in the doorway to the mess hall, and she looked up at him in surprise. Before she could ask, he tilted his head back to look up. Mistletoe. "That's only the bow. Care to unwrap the rest of your present?" His grin widened as she stood on her toes and flung her arms around him, pressing her ruby red lips against his and leaving no space between their bodies.
His arms wrapped around her waist to hold her against him, not letting her go even if she wanted. Jack marveled at the soft warmth of her lips, the way her curvaceous body melted into his just right, and the ample curve of her buttocks as he trailed his hand down. Angela was silently begging him for more with gentle nips on his lips, pushing her tongue against his teeth to gain access. And who was he to deny such a beautiful angel? Their tongues touched and it was like a bolt of electricity went through him, surging him forward to kiss harder, tighten his grip on her, turn to pin his target to the wall behind, and press his ever increasing hardness into her.
"Oh Jack," she said through bated breath as he pulled away from her lips to trail kisses down her chin and to her neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot by her throat. "We are not...doing this here...Jack…" Angela's voice was heavy with need and arousal, but even common sense and rationality could break through that haze.
The Commander growled quietly into her neck, placing one more firm kiss to that same spot before pulling away. With the swiftness only a crazed man could have, he grabbed her hand and they bolted down the corridor towards the nearest room: hers. Her giggles echoed off the walls as they ran, vaguely reminding him of a time in his youth when he had done the same thing, but this was different. This was Angela. His Angela. Wasting no time in entering her code to get into her room, he pulled her inside and pushed her against the door the moment it closed.
"You know my password?" she asked between kisses, running her well manicured fingers through his blonde hair.
He hummed in agreement, resuming his assault on her neck. His strong hands began to trail up her body, sliding under the bright red sweater she wore and skimming over her skin. So soft. "I know everything about you, and I love you for all of them," he said into her skin, grinding gently against her core.
Angela pushed him back and he looked at her with confusion, until he realized the expression on her face was skepticism. She didn't believe he knew everything about her. She was his fiancee, of course he would know! Jack grabbed her hand and walked backwards, leading her towards the bed as he spoke, "I know that you have a stuffed bear under your bed from when you were young, a gift from your father. You love thunderstorms even though you pretend to be scared; you cry when watching romantic movies because you love the idea of soul mates."
They had reached the bed and he sat down, still holding her hand and looking up at the beautiful blonde that was to be his wife. "I know that you love me, and you would do anything for this team. I also know that you'll beat the living hell out of anyone who doesn't follow the doctors orders," he added, smiling wide as she giggled. Reaching out to her waist, he pulled her towards him so that she straddled his lap, his hands ghosting down to cup her bottom once more. "And I know the code to get into your room."
She giggled and scoffed, shaking her head before leaning in to kiss him. "You may know all those things, but you don't know everything," Angela replied, pressing her lips to him again.
He pulled away, a hurt expression on his face. "No? You really don't think so?" he asked, when his face suddenly twisted into an evil grin. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her and spun so she landed on her back with a giggle. Hovering over her, Jack grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, bucking into her so she could feel his arousal. "I know all your weak spots, the ones that make you cry out louder than any other. Like this one here." Clutching her wrists with one hand, he shoved his hand under her sweater and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple slightly and she took a sharp intake of breath. His grin never faltered as he continued to fondle her, attacking her neck with harder kisses and nips.
The time for words was now over, and he wanted to prove that he knew everything about her. Mind and body. Body and soul. Everything. She was his, and he was hers. Trailing back up, his lips finally found hers and for the moment he felt like he was complete and pure. She was his everything. She moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it greedily, taking advantage of her open lips to slip his tongue in and fight for dominance. All the while, he bucked into her like teenagers discovering foreplay.
"Jack," Angela groaned into his mouth.
His eyes popped open as he raised his head away to regard her, amusement on his face. "Yes?" he asked, lowering his head to her neck to nibble gently.
She arched her back against his chest and he could feel her ample bosom and erect nipples against his chest, even through their clothes. "Stop teasing," she whispered, bucking her own hips against his erection.
He groaned at the contact, resting his head in the crook of her neck to steady himself. There was no need to rush, they had all night, but she was impatient and wanted to get back to the party. He could have none of that; he would make her want to stay. Jack's gaze softened as he looked down at her, slowly pulling away to remove his sweater and reached for her hands to do the same. Angela sat up, biting her bottom lip and lifting her arms to be free of her bright red sweater, pulling her tank top off afterwards to fling it with abandon to the corner. Reaching behind her, the blonde man unhooked her bra and it too was flung with abandon to a corner, his own shirt following shortly after.
His lips descended to her collarbone, nipping softly at her skin as he kissed down to her sternum. The doctor let out a sigh of content as his calloused hands skimmed over her exposed body, cupping her breasts and kneading them gently, gasping quietly as his teeth grabbed a nub. Her hands found their way to his hair, running her nails over his scalp and down his back, her legs tightening only to be stopped by his body. As he distracted her with his lips, one hand went to the button on her pants and undid them, dipping a hand beneath the seam of her underwear to caress her mound. She was absolutely soaked! Okay, maybe it wasn't the party she was eager to get to.
"Please Jack," she whined, tugging on his hair to pull his attention back to her face. Surging forward, she pressed her lips against his and undid his belt, pushing down his pants and boxers without hesitation, using her feet to get them the rest of the way off.
"Why so impatient?" he asked even as he shimmied out of his clothes. Not wanting to be the only one naked, he pulled down her bottoms in one go and they were both nude.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in answer, resting her legs on his hips and shivering at the feel of his hardened arousal against her dampened center. "Do you need more of an answer?" she whispered, using her thighs to pull him closer.
Jack shook his head and rested his body against hers, lifting his head away from her to smile. Resting on his forearm by her head, her hands releasing his neck to trail over his chest, he cupped her cheek with his other hand. "I love you," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers, and suddenly the mood changed.
What had once been a heated and eager moment became soft and tender, the butterflies of love fluttering in her belly as she looked up at him and leaned into his touch. "I love you too," she whispered, her fingers lightly touching his jaw as he kissed her again.
The hand that cupped her cheek now went down to her thigh and lifted it higher, opening her wider for him and he pressed his pelvis forward, the tip of his member becoming enveloped by her silken folds. As he continued to push, their kiss was broken by soft gasps at the sensation, groans of pleasure as he filled her to the brim, and he again rested his forehead to hers. Enjoying their connectivity for only a moment, Jack pulled back and entered her again slowly, savoring the way her body shook beneath him. There was no rush, they weren't expected anywhere, and he wanted to enjoy this moment, he wanted to remember her just this way.
Angela's breathing was heavy, her eyes closed as she focused on the pleasure building within her and her nails digging into his shoulders with every marvelous thrust. Blue eyes fluttered open when she felt a hand on her cheek, their gaze interlocking as he moved inside her, bucking a little harder to elicit a sharp gasp from his beloved. He loved those sounds, the ones that told him he was hitting just the right spot; he did it again and again, applying a little more pressure each time until she came undone around him. Helping her ride out her orgasm, he kissed her again, letting himself fall into the comfort and softness that was the blonde doctor.
His own breathing became laboured as he could feel himself nearing his own end. Thrusting a little harder, pushing a little deeper, he grabbed her hand and interlocked their fingers, pressing his forehead to hers once more. "I love you," he whispered again, before falling into the depths of his own orgasm.
She shuddered beneath him, tightening her grip on his hand as she let out a sigh of content. "I love you too," she repeated, closing her eyes and enjoying his warmth.
There was silence in the mess hall as the duo walked in, all eyes turning to look up at the return of their doctor. Mercy walked tall and proud to the back in the kitchen, keeping her eyes straight ahead and focused. 76 walked behind her, shoulders hunched like he was ready to spring on anybody that tried to tackle her. "Welcome back, Angela," came a familiar accent from the side. Mei. She walked into the kitchen behind them, wearing her pajamas and fluffy yeti slippers, empty mug in her hand.
The blonde doctor turned to her and blinked. Mei had once been her best friend, her closest confidante, conversing with each other over medical and environmental issues. "Ah, Mei, I see you awoke just in time to see everyone," she sneered. It was a low blow, bringing up the memory of Mei awakening from cryostasis to find her entire team in Antarctica dead, and she was the only survivor. Overwatch had spent weeks trying to get her back, finding her walking alone through the frozen tundra with her robot sidekick.
"Angela…" Mei whined, biting her lip to keep it from quivering.
Soldier 76 stepped forward and rested a hand on Mei's shoulder. "You'll have to excuse the doctor, she isn't herself, as you well know," he said, glaring at the blonde through his visor.
Mercy shrugged dismissively and resumed making her coffee, unperturbed by the horrible thing she said. Like she cared. Mei left the kitchen with her head down to seek comfort in Zarya's arms, the strong Russian had become her best friend now.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" 76 whispered harshly, cornering Mercy against the counter with his hands on either side of her body.
"Me? You brought me out here, it's not my fault if I don't care about these people," she said, leaning on one arm against the counter while the other grabbed his jacket zipper and began to lower it slowly, teasingly. "You're going to have to try a lot harder to break me, Soldier. Or should I call you, Kommandant."
The soldier growled, pushing off the counter to bat her hand away, turning from her with his mind racing; her control was slipping, now using his emotions against him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go down.
"Attention, all Overwatch personnel to the meeting room," came Athena's voice over the intercom. "Attention, all Overwatch personnel to the meeting room immediately."
76 turned back to Angela and grabbed her arm, pulling her along. "Maybe a mission will get your head straight," he said with a quiet growl.
"What do you mean she didn't complete the transition?" came the deep voice from the large, dark man at the head of the table. His huge fist slammed down on the table, splintering the wood and echoing throughout the silent room.
Reaper stood with his arms crossed over his chest at the other end, glaring down at his leaders. The only two they had left, Doomfist and the omnic Maximilien, were doing what they could to keep their organization together. With all the internal struggle and betrayal, it was hard to trust anyone these days, but they trusted each other. Not so much their henchman.
"It would be wise to answer your Commander," the omnic said, adjusting the tie on his suit and looking at the shadowed man.
A growl was the only response he received. "You insolent swine!" Doomfist shouted, slamming his fist again and rising from his seat. "You have jeopardized this mission, and our only chance at having a doctor."
"Excuse me," came another voice from the doorway, a tall and regal looking redhead stepped in, her hair short and brushed back only amplifying the angular features of her face. "And what exactly am I?"
All heads turned to her, except for Reaper's. "Moira, you have excellent skill and aptitude when it comes to medicine, but Mercy is-" Maximilien began.
"Merely a toy with which this monster wishes to play. He is not helping the team, he is exacting revenge for his own gains," she interjected, coming in to stand next to the shadowed man with her arms behind her back.
Another growl from Reaper and Doomfist sat back down in his seat, one hand resting on his chin. "And what is this gain, Reaper? Jealousy? Love?" he asked after a beat, letting out a laugh.
"The very idea is laughable," Maximillien said, giving a robotic chuckle that did not suit the omnic.
"Only through conflict can we evolve," the Commander said, tapping his fingers against the splinters of the table. "But it seems this conflict is holding you back. Reaper, you are removed from this mission. Help Sombra with hacking Overwatch's computers. I will send someone in your stead." His gaze fell on Moira as she stood straighter with her head higher.
"It is not my preference to see to matters personally, but I will see them done," she replied, saluting her superiors and walking out of the room with Reaper in tow.
A/N: Merry Christmas, lovelies! I hope you enjoyed your little present here just in time for the holidays. Much more coming in the new year, so stay tuned and happy holidays!