AN: WARNING: SEXY TIMES AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR IF YOU HATE LESBIAN SEX. Actually, DO read it if you hate lesbian sex because it's actually great and you should get learnt. This is the chapter. The one I wrote over 3 months ago but put off until now because I didn't want it to be so early into the story. It was originally supposed to be chapter 4. Ahhh my writing process. So disorganized yet so wonderful for me. Anyways, read on and enjoy the steamy argument scene. It's so full of tension I thought the words were going to, uhhh, damage my computer with tension damage? Idk. I thought I knew where I was going with that, but turns out I didn't! woooo just stop reading my stupid intro and read the story already!
Angela was starving after spending the last several hours studying brain scans to figure out exactly what sections of Lena's brain were most damaged during the time she had been officially dead. Initial scans showed several dark spots around the amygdala, explaining why Lena had felt slightly depressed and anxious after coming back to life, but there was still much more to examine, and Angela struggled to notice every small detail when her stomach kept reminding her that she hadn't eaten since yesterday.
The doctor administered more pain medication for Lena's headaches before she left, leaving the Brit in the medical unit to rest while the doctor grabbed some much-needed food from the cafeteria. If she was lucky, Fareeha would be there. The Egyptian continued to avoid Angela after they left France and was practically impossible to locate in the large building, especially when Angela didn't have the time to look. She needed to talk to the other woman. She couldn't stand wondering if she had hurt Fareeha, especially now that she had finally realized that what she felt for the Egyptian was much deeper than she had originally imagined.
As she entered the cafeteria, she spotted the dark hair and strong back of the woman she was hoping so desperately to find, sitting at a table in the back, picking at the food on her tray. Angela went to the salad bar and threw together some spinach, chicken, and dressing, then hastily moved towards the woman sitting by herself in the opposite side of the room.
"Good afternoon, Captain", the doctor spoke as she sat down at the table across from Fareeha who was still uninterestingly poking at the food on her plate. Fareeha glanced up, and without responding, quickly dropped her fork, grabbed her tray, and moved to stand up. Unfortunately for her, Angela was expecting this, and grabbed the other woman's arm before she had the chance to lift the tray of mostly untouched food.
"No. Stay." Angela said, giving Fareeha a stern look, making it obvious she wasn't messing around. She may have been a gentle doctor, but no one dared getting on her bad side just in case she decided to put her pistol to use.
"I need to go. Sorry", Fareeha responded as she tried to pull away from the angelic doctor whose grip held tight, despite her fragile frame.
"I checked your schedule earlier today. You don't have anything you are required to attend until later tonight. So please, sit." Angela motioned her other hand to the seat across from her as she continued to hold tight to the Egyptian woman.
"Fine, Dr. Ziegler. What would you like to talk about?" Fareeha tried to seem unbothered by the forced interaction, but her soft smile struggled to reach her eyes.
"You've been avoiding me for days. What's going on? You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Angela began, finally releasing her grip on Fareeha's forearm and looking genuinely into her eyes.
Fareeha stared down at her plate of barely touched food, avoiding contact with Angela's eyes. "I've just been busy, is all. A lot on my mind between training a new crew and what happened to Lena."
"You've had more going on before, but always seemed to make time for me despite that. Just tell me why you are avoiding me, and I will let you continue about your day, undisturbed." Angela continued looking at the girl across from her, hoping she could at least get something out of her.
"I haven't been avoiding you…" Fareeha lied, praying Angela would drop it, but knowing the stubborn doctor was not about to let her go without some sort of explanation.
"Bullshit."
Fareeha quickly glanced at Angela, her eye going wide, surprised to hear her using the language she mostly used on the rare occasions she drank. "I-I… Okay, fine. But I don't want to talk about it." Fareeha stumbled over her words, blushing faintly before looking back down at her food.
"Is this still about the other night? I told you I was sorry for behaving like that, and you seemed to accept it." Angela tried, wishing Fareeha would look up at her to see the sincerity in her eyes.
"It's not… It's not that…" Fareeha spoke, barely above a whisper.
"The what is it? What really happened? I don't remember that night, so you must be remembering something that I can't." Angela asked again, ignoring the Egyptians obvious discomfort.
"It was nothing. It just surprised me is all…" Fareeha attempted to make an excuse, her hand returning to the fork she had previously set down, fidgeting with it to keep her nerves under control.
"If it truly were nothing, you wouldn't be behaving like this." Angela had a good point. If Fareeha truly believed the words she was saying, she wouldn't be acting so strange. Fareeha didn't respond, unable to think of an adequate excuse to stop Angela's questioning.
"Just tell me this. Why didn't we go any further than just kissing?" Angela was persistent, searching for an answer that Fareeha did not want to Admit. "Fareeha, it's okay. You can tell me. If I did something wrong, I need to know." Angela looked up to the Egyptian with worry in her eyes, grabbing the fork from Fareega's hands and setting it down on the table, before filling the empty space with her own hand.
"Let me guess. I, the great life-saving doctor, fell asleep in the middle of it?" Angela let out a slight chuckle, shaking her head and looking down back at her plate of food, hoping to alleviate some of the tension.
"No, you didn't pass out. I just... left. You were very drunk, and I didn't want to do anything I knew you would regret in the morning..."
"Who says I would have regretted it?" Angela asked, curious to how Fareeha had come to that conclusion.
"Hmm, maybe because you have made it very clear that women do not interest you? I didn't want to push it. Not in the state you were in. Now can we stop talking about this and just eat?" Pharah looked frustratingly down at the food before her, picking up her fork with her empty hand and forcing a big bite down, hoping a full mouth would keep her from speaking.
"Fareeha... I am sorry I put you through that the other night."
"It's fine, now please, can we just drop it?" The Egyptian was growing increasingly frustrated, but Angela refused to stop.
"No."
"No?"
"No, I will not drop it. Not until I see that frown go away." Angela responded, making it clear that she wasn't going to let the Egyptian woman leave the table before resolving the issue. "Please Fareeha, just be honest with me. I know you are a woman with strong morals, but it still seems strange to me that you would have said no when I seemed to want what I was asking for, then avoid me so adamantly even after we had both agreed that it was nothing to stress over.
"Angela, I swear to the gods I do not want to talk about this anymore." Fareeha's frustration was beginning to show clearly as she continued to dodge Angela's undying questions.
"I do want to talk about it, though! Just tell me why." Angela kept prodding, knowing how much she was irritating the Egyptian, but also acutely aware of how close the woman was to breaking and telling the truth.
"There is nothing to talk about. No why." Pharah responded, her voice steadily rising in volume as she pulled her hand out of Angela's grip.
"You're lying to me. I can tell when you're hiding something."
"Angela, I'm serious. Stop."
"Fareeha, I'm serious. Tell me what the real reason was."
"Angela Zeigler, would you please for the love of the gods, drop it."
"Oh, so we are bringing out the full names here, huh? Fareeha Amari, just tell me the truth."
"Would you please stop with whatever the fuck you are doing!? I have nothing more to say! Pharah was almost yelling now, grabbing the attention of other Overwatch employees in the vicinity.
"I just want you to be honest with me! That's it!" Angela's voice began to match the volume of the taller woman's, drawing even more attention from passerby's and people seated at tables nearby. "I've known you since you were a kid, and I refuse to leave this awkward space between us. Plus, I miss talking to you. You're one of my closest friends in this place." Angela pleaded, hoping Fareeha would finally break.
"Oh, that's it? You just want me to be honest?" Pharah was yelling now, the two women creating quite the scene in the small cafeteria lounge.
"Yes! Just please tell me the truth! Why are you avoiding me?"
"Because I felt weird. That's it!"
"I know you, Amari. I know there is more that you aren't saying. Just spit it out!"
The whole cafeteria was staring at the pair yelling at each other from across the table, unaware of the attention they had stirred up.
"Fuck you, Ziegler!"
"We are resorting to cursing now? Well then, fuck you too, Amari!"
Guards stood by, ready to jump in if the conversation went further than a yelling match.
"Fareeha, please." Angela pleaded, lowering her voice. "I want to make this better. Please just be honest with me. You know you always can be."
"No I can't. Not for this." Fareeha argued back, refusing to let up.
"Yes you can! What do you mean, 'not for this'?" Angela was back to yelling, drawing the attention of the resident gorilla as he slouched past the cafeteria doorway.
"You know what? Fine! Fucking fine!" Fareeha yelled back, hastily standing up from her seat and getting into the doctor's face. "I didn't sleep with you because you were drunk and I didn't want to do something like that when you wouldn't remember! That's not how I wanted my first time with you to be! Even if it was the only chance I had to finally show you how absolutely fucking attracted I am to you!"
"Y-you're attracted to me?" Angela's voice quieted as her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest.
"Yes…" Fareeha responded, lowering her voice in return and switching her gaze to the table, shying away from the doctor's stare. "I like you, Dr. Ziegler. A lot. You're my best friend, so of course I love you, but I know you aren't attracted to women, and I didn't want to tell you because I don't want to make our friendship awkward…" Tears began to form in the dark eyes of the strong woman standing across from the doctor.
"Fareeha… I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Angela responded, slowly bringing her hand to the Egyptians face to cup her cheek.
"And you weren't ever supposed to..." Fareeha responded back, her arms she had planted to the table, shaking slightly, nerves getting the best of her.
The room grew so quiet, the sound of a dropping pin from the other side of the cafeteria could have been heard. Fareeha and Angela stood there, staring at each other, Fareeha caught in shock at what she just admitted and Angela equally as shocked by what she just heard.
Then suddenly, out of the quiet of the large space, small hands could be heard clapping in the distance. The claps got louder as the girl clapping stood on top of the table and looked directly at Fareeha and Angela.
Hana Song. Leave it up to the 19-year-old to break the awkward silence with clapping.
"Ha! Now that was a confession!" Hana cheered out as she continued to clap. Suddenly, other people in the room began to join in, and even Mei could be seen standing up on the table next to the Japanese mech pilot, clapping her hands too.
Angela and Fareeha still sat there, both of their faces a bright red hue, shocked and confused by what was going on as everyone in the room clapped around them, and they finally noticed their conversation had attracted a crowd.
"Enough!" The load roar from the silverback gorilla silenced the room in an instant, as Winston stepped into the room and walked towards the two women causing such a commotion, their heads snapping around at the same time to face him.
"Ladies, please come with me. Now." The scientist was very obviously angry about the behavior of the women and some of the people in the room, and the energy from his quick glare at and Mei just about knocked them off the table they were standing on.
"You two are leaders! You're supposed to be an example to Overwatch employees and your team members! Hana doesn't need to be looking up to grown adults who fight like children in the middle of the cafeteria!" Winston was livid, going off on how immature the two lady's actions were and how they should be leading an example as important figures of the organization.
"I sincerely apologize Winston. It's my fault. It wasn't the place or time for that conversation." Angela responded, trying to calm down the hulking gorilla.
"This is true. It was her fault."
"Fareeha..." Winston said, rubbing his nose under the bar of his glasses.
"Er, I-I mean, I'm sorry too... won't happen… again…" Pharah finally gave in, admitting at least some fault in the situation.
"Now please, take the matters of your relationship and discuss them in a private setting, first, may I suggest cooling off by youselves?" Winston said, much calmer than he had been just a couple minutes before, dismissing the two women from his lab.
The ladies walked in silence towards the dormitory hall each seemingly to their respective rooms. However, as Fareeha walked towards her room at the end of the hall, she noticed Mercy had not stopped to enter her own room. She was still following her. As Pharah reached the door and brought her hand up to the keypad to unlock it, she stopped for a moment to look back at Angela.
"What are you doing?" Pharah asked, confused by the doctor's presence. "I thought we were going to cool down?"
"I can't." Mercy quickly responded as she looked down at Fareeha's hands, here face as red as a tomato.
"Look, don't worry about me. I'm fine. It's okay. I just hope this won't change anything between us…" Fareeha responded as she keyed in the code and unlocked the door. But before she could open it on her own, Angela had grabbed the handle and pushed both Fareeha and herself inside of the room.
The door shut quickly as Fareeha was pushed into the back of it, producing a loud slamming noise.
"You're wrong, you know." Angela said as she held the Egyptian woman against the door.
"What do you mean I'm wrong?" Pharah asked, entirely uncomfortable, the doorknob painfully pushing against her lower back.
"You said it wasn't what I wanted. That sex wasn't what I wanted with you because I'm not attracted to women. You were wrong. Of course, I wanted it. I may have never displayed much interest in women before, but it's not like I have made time for men either. Just because I was drunk, didn't mean I didn't know what I was doing. Yet you decided to walk out of the room instead of doing what I wanted."
"You were hammered! What would you expect me to do? Wait…" Fareeha was instantly caught off guard as Angela's words processed through her brain.
"You're right. And I admire you for your strength and what you did. But now, I feel like I am going crazy, and I really want to fuck you." Angela whispered as she closed the space between herself and the woman she had pinned to the door.
"Wait, wait, wait… What?" Fareeha was shocked by what she just heard. She wasn't even sure if she had heard it correctly. There was no way those words were coming out of the mouth of a professional, sober, and straight Angela.
"You heard me, you beautiful, oblivious, dork." Angela smirked wildly as she quickly moved her face towards Fareeha's, stealing a deep kiss while her body collided roughly with the other woman's. Fareeha's disbelief was finally suspended in that moment. Mercy shoved her against the door even harder, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's waist, furiously kissing Pharah's lips, her tongue pushing into the woman's mouth, begging for entrance.
Fareeha could feel the doorknob pushing into her lower back even harder, but she didn't care. She took in Angela's lips and melted into each kiss, allowing her tongue to dance with the beautiful doctor's. They continued to kiss roughly before Angela removed her mouth from Fareeha's and contined to kiss down Fareeha's face, stopping at the faded bruises on the Egyptian's neck from a couple night's before and kissing them softly.
Pharah let Mercy take the lead in the moment, knowing full well that whatever Mercy did to her, she would like. Mercy pulled Pharah away from the door, finally relieving the pain from the doorknob and pushed her onto the bed. She then tore her own shirt off over her head while Fareeha unclipped her bra, allowing the angel's breasts to fall out of the now loose padding. She pulled the bra off the rest of the way and threw it to the floor, wasting no time.
Angela leaned over Fareeha and began kissing her again, lowering her body low enough so that Fareeha could feel the Swiss woman's breast lightly tickling her own, muscular chest.
Angela moved her body downwards as she grabbed the bottom of Fareeha's shirt and pulled it up over her head, kissing up her muscular stomach as she slowly pulled the shirt off. She then went for the bra, pulling its stretchy fabric over the athletic woman's shoulders and head.
Quickly, with a pull that seemed stronger in that moment than the earth's gravity, Angela brought her mouth down to the Egyptians breasts and began to suck, while kneading the opposite with her hand. She worked her way over the entirety of Fareeha's chest, kissing and exploring every inch of her naked torso like it was the last time she would ever be able to do this.
"Angela..." Fareeha attempted to stop Angela for just a moment. "I'm so confused. Why this so suddenly?"
"I don't know." Angela breathlessly said, taking a moment to stop her exploring and look back up at the soldier. "I don't exactly know why, but I need this. And not just from anyone; from you. I too have feelings for you; I can't ignore that anymore." And with that, the Egyptian smiled joyously and dropped the questioning, allowing Angela to continue her exploration of the Egyptians curves.
The woman was stunning. There was really no surprise that a normally straight woman would become attracted to her. Her strong demeanor, her handsome face, and her muscular body, made it easy for even the straightest of women to question themselves, but she still carried some of the soft and curvaceous features of a woman. Features that Angela seemed to be thoroughly enjoying.
Angela, on the other hand, reflected her own name. She walked like an angel, spoke like an angel, looked like an angel, and even acted like an angel. Her blonde hair glowed on the battlefield, the white Valkyrie suit and wings impossible to ignore as she floated around the battlefield, healing her allies as though her life depended on it.
Anyone would love to be in Fareeha's shoes, but no one had been quite that lucky in a while. She was an angel. Fareeha was about to make sweet, sweet love with an angel.
Pharah snapped out of her thoughts as she felt smooth skin coming dangerously close to her center. And before Angela could continue any further, she was grabbed by her arms and swiftly flipped over onto her back, Fareeha's strong arms easily turning the smaller woman over and taking charge.
There was no turning back. Fareeha was about to do everything she had ever imagined she would do with the beautiful doctor laying beneath her. She quickly removed the black pants Angela wore when she was on the job and went to work. Spending time exploring the Swiss doctor's body, pushing her to the edge with only the strong kisses of the Egyptian woman above her.
"Please, Phar... aahh, please."
"Please what?" Pharah teasingly stopped what she was doing and looked up to see the doctors face redder than it had ever been before.
"Just fuck me already!"
"Patience is a virtue, Doctor Ziegler."
"Oh, for fucks sake why are you doing this to…" Before Mercy could finish her sentence, the Egyptian went back to work, bringing her face dangerously close to the willing doctors most sensitive spot.
Pharah gently kissed the increasingly wet area as she began to pull off Angela's underwear, sending deep shivers up the woman's spine.
It was time. The moment they had both been eagerly waiting for. Pharah threw Mercy's legs over her shoulders and grabbed her hips, pulling her pink lips towards her mouth, then delved deep into the folds of the beautiful Angel beneath her.
This was more than enough for Angela, as she grabbed Fareeha's head and began to grind her lower body, roughly, into the Egyptian woman's face, practically screaming out sounds of immense pleasure, confirming to Fareeha that she was doing well at her job.
Fareeha stopped as Angela came close, coaxing whimpering and begging from the blonde woman's mouth as she did so. She quieted the complaining as she brought her lips back up to the other woman's mouth and effortlessly slipped two fingers inside of the doctor, then began thrusting while using her thumb to massage quick circles over her bundle of nerves.
Angela kept thrusting her hips down on Fareeha's hand as she began to reach her climax. Fareeha didn't stop, and the doctor below her let out long sounds of pleasure as she finally hit her climax, taking in the wonderful feelings that reverberated throughout her entire body, before coming back to reality.
It wasn't over yet though, as Angel quickly decided to return the favor. She sat up, pushed Fareeha back, and began to run circles over the Egyptians most private spot. Fareeha shot straight up as she felt shock after shock of pleasure hitting her to her core. Her back arched inwards as she flung her head back in pleasure. Angela had one arm around the Egyptians waist and the other one furiously rubbing away, taking quick breaks to push a couple fingers inside and back out.
After many more kisses and touches, the two clumsily rolled off the bed onto the floor, knocking the lamp off the bedside table with the energy of the thud that came from the two bodies crashing to the ground.
They didn't stop.
Angela kept working, eventually rolling back on top of Fareeha, bringing her face down to the younger woman's most sensitive place. She sucked on the darker flesh, her lips melding with Fareeha's, finally pushing the Egyptian to release herself into the blonde woman's mouth.
"Oh… An-angela!" Fareeha yelled out as she let herself go with the doctor's help. As she eased out of her orgasm, reality hit with what just happened and she looked up, directly into the eyes of the woman who had just made her feel so amazing, and smiled, pulling the Swiss woman's chin towards her own and kissing her with a deep passion that Angela had never felt before.
The two women laid in each other's arms on the floor, surrounded by articles of their clothing that had been hastily thrown off not too long ago, attempting to catch their breaths. Pharah stroked the blonde hair that laid messily on her naked, heaving chest as she reached down and kissed the beautiful angel on the forehead.
They had a lot to talk about and figure out, but that could wait. For now, they relaxed in the afterglow of the intense love they had just made, resting peacefully, with their naked limbs tangled and the soft breaths Mercy exhaled and inhaled as she attempted to compose herself.