"italics" = thoughts

Author's note at the end


Pharah sighed softly as she paced inside the luxurious bathroom. The dilemma she faced was not one she ever expected to deal with, but that was before she fell in love with Hellhound. What was the best way to help a former brainwashed killer learn how to be intimate? Pharah had enough experience to know how things worked, the problem was the complex emotional and psychological stuff that went along with it. Her first thought had been to simply push Hellhound into the deep end and figure things out as she went along. However, after some pondering Pharah realized that exposing Hellhound to such a stimulating event might backfire spectacularly if things went wrong. So here she was, hiding in a fancy bathroom while her boyfriend was distracted checking the hotel room for explosive devices.

"Calm down Fareeha! Just do what you were talking about with Erik earlier! Let him go at his own pace. If he initiates, then teach him how these things usually go. Wait...would he even know how to initiate an intimate experience? Gah this is so confusing! Damnit Angela! Why did you push this on me without telling me first?! If I had known I would have at least packed some lingerie...well if I had any lingerie in the first place...I really should get some new clothes…"

Pharah mentally bickered with herself as she looked at herself in the mirror. Usually she just slept in her underwear, but that was out of the question at this time. Now she wore a simple loose t-shirt and some sweatpants. Practical, but not romantic or attractive in the slightest.

"You can't just hide in here all night. What are you even so nervous about? It is not like this is the first time you have shared a bed with someone. It is up to you to teach him since you are the one with the most experience. Lead by example right?"

After giving herself a mental pep-talk, Pharah took a steadying breath and prepared herself. Stepping out of the bathroom, Pharah looked around to see Hellhound running a scanner over a table lamp. Grinning slightly at how annoyingly methodical her boyfriend could be sometimes, Pharah walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Erik we are perfectly safe, put that away and let's go to bed." Pharah spoke reassuringly as she gently tried to drag the tall man towards the king-sized bed. However as she got closer she realized Hellhound had stopped moving and was nervously examining the scanner. "What's wrong Erik?" Pharah said as she noticed Hellhound's ears turning red.

Avoiding looking into Pharah's eyes, Hellhound cleared his throat nervously and then spoke softly. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean...I know I am not that attractive. I have lots of scars and...I don't know how to explain this feeling. I want to, but at the same time I find myself hesitating. Is that normal?"

Pharah giggled softly and nodded as she gently gripped Hellhound's hand. "Yes Erik I want to do this. Do you really think that I would be that concerned over how you looked? I swear that I will not change my mind just because of a few scars, and yes that feeling is pretty normal. I mean I am feeling the same way right now as well, I am just better at hiding it than you are. If you are feeling that nervous I will go first."

Stepping back Pharah felt her cheeks burn as she gripped the hem of her shirt.

"Just do it fast and get it over with. Like ripping off a bandage. Stop thinking about it and just do it."

Following her own mental encouragement, Pharah quickly took off her shirt and stepped out of her sweatpants. Standing there in just a pair of panties, Pharah could feel her heart rate skyrocket as Hellhound stared at her with a blank look. Fighting the impulse to cover herself, Pharah smiled bashfully and took a steadying breath. "See? I swear Erik, it will only feel weird if you keep thinking like that. There is nobody else but me. If you really need the encouragement then...I am giving you a direct order to take off your clothes."

Nodding shyly, Hellhound quickly took off his clothes until he was standing in just his boxer shorts. While he stripped Pharah could not help but stare in fascination at what was under Hellhound's clothes. Thinking about it, the only time she had seen him shirtless was back when Mercy gave him his first medical exam. But back then Pharah had simply regarded Hellhound as nothing more than a Talon soldier. Now though, Pharah was definitely happy that she could finally see almost all of her boyfriend. He was right though, he did have a lot of scars. Obviously the most noticeable was the burn scar that started on his neck and ended just under the right side of his jaw, as well as the thick incision scar that went down the middle of his chest. Hellhound had quite a variety of scars, ranging from healed bullet wounds to ragged slash scars. There was also the tattoo on his pectoral that simply read "Subject 82", but Pharah knew that it was most likely put on without Hellhound's permission. Despite all the damage, Hellhound still had an impressive physique. His chest, arm, and leg muscles were clearly defined without being overly pronounced. He also had a firm and smooth stomach with the clear outline of six-pack abs, and his waist had the definitive V-shape leading under the top of his boxers.

Pharah just simply smiled and nodded as she took a step forward and held her boyfriend's hand. "See? That wasn't so bad. Now c'mon let's go to bed."

Doing her best to keep calm, Pharah led Hellhound over to the bed then climbed underneath the fluffy covers. Patting a pillow next to her, Pharah smiled warmly as Hellhound slowly got into the bed and stiffly laid down next to her. At this point Pharah was certain things would not go past cuddling, so she indulged herself and slid over next to Hellhound. Rolling on her side, Pharah pressed her bare skin against Hellhound's and wrapped an arm around him. Sighing happily, Pharah nuzzled into Hellhound's neck and closed her eyes after she turned off the room lights.

"Isn't this nice?" Pharah mumbled softly as she greedily pressed herself against her boyfriend.

For the first few minutes Hellhound simply laid absolutely still like he would get in trouble if he moved. But eventually he slowly relaxed, and Pharah was happy to feel one of his strong arms wrap around her as his breathing slowed.

"Hey Erik...do you still find me attractive? I know this is a silly question but...I know I am not as feminine as other girls and it sometimes makes me feel a little insecure." Pharah mumbled mostly to herself, but was not surprised when Hellhound answered.

"I find you very attractive. Your looks are just part of all the things I love about you." He said quietly.

Smiling in satisfaction, Pharah was about to let the conversation end when she had another question. "What part of me do you find the most attractive?"

There was a pause and Pharah was sure she could feel Hellhound's skin heat up a few degrees in embarrassament."

"Your abs...I don't know why but I find your six-pack very alluring...is that strange?" Hellhound said with the shyness of someone far younger than him.

Feeling her own cheeks burn with an excited embarrassment, Pharah kissed Hellhound's neck and whispered into his ear. "A little strange, but I love that part of you."

For the first time in a long time Pharah felt completely secure. Before her sleep had been plagued by nightmares and the apprehension of danger being nearby, but now Pharah felt herself peacefully drifting off to sleep in the arms of the man she loved.


- A short but extremely fluffy chapter.

- No lemon/smut yet, still undecided as to what I should do.

- Hope everyone is doing well with all the scary stuff going on in the world.

- Reviews and comments are always appreciated.