PoVs/Protagonists/Couples:
Hanzo (character belongs to Blizzard) x Ýri (OC)
Genji (character belongs to Blizzard) x Shizuka (OC)

WARNING:
This story will be a very long one, full of dialogs, drama and violence as well as grammar mistakes because none of the authors is a native English speaker. Some parts are for mature audiences only.

As always a big thanks to our beta-reader Caucasian Commando. :)

Chapter 32: Adjusting (Genji x Shizuka)

»How did you manage to survive in here?,« Shizuka asked aghast as she stared into the room he had called his own ever since he decided to become master Zenyatta's student.

He huffed, not understanding her problem. »I know where everything is.«

His girlfriend pointed into the room. »I can't even see the floor under all that junk!«

Now she was overreacting. There were only a few things lying around here and there … and pretty much everywhere.

Genji forced the first hints of embarrassment down ruthlessly. »I can still walk around and find all my stuff, so what?« he shot back.

As her answer the little ball of angry fluff just crossed her arms and gave him a glare that drove grown men to tears. Not him of course, he was immune to it … mostly.

»If you want me to live with you here in Nepal things got. To. Change.« she told him sharply.

Terrified for his life, he nodded hastily and after a while added »But not right away, right?«

He didn't stand a chance when all she did was glare even harder. How can something so small be so intimidating?, he managed to think before his attention was drawn back to her voice.

»Oh yes right away. I refuse to sleep in there before all of this isn't cleaned up and at least halfway livable!«

And there was the look in her eyes that meant she would not relent until her goal was achieved. Genji loved and hated it at the same time, because talking her down from it was nearly impossible, but her resolve was kind of sexy.

Damn his dragon hormones and damn his little priestess for having that effect on him without even trying!

And so he did what any sane man in his situation would do; he surrendered completely while grumbling swear words under his breath.

A dirty hoody to his face and an indignant yell of »I heard that!« was his reward.

Once again he asked himself how he got into this situation, but when he looked at Shizuka again and how she was rolling up her sleeves with a determined look, he found that he wouldn't have it any other way. So Genji leaned against the door frame and watched the small woman as she marched against the warzone that was his bedroom, with a bemused smile dancing over his lips.

Well, until she found something she definitely wasn't supposed to find. He froze in horror when she pulled out an unusually soft rich blue piece of fabric that shouldn't belong in a single man's bedroom.

She stared at it for what to him felt like an eternity, then reeled back. »Hey, that looks like one of mine!,« she exclaimed.

Genji was sure he had never been so pale in his life. »Hey, give that back!« His hand moved of its own accord and snatched the silky lingerie back, hiding it behind his back in the vale hope it would make Shizuka stop talking about it.

She stared at him as if he had lost his mind, which he may have, but at the moment couldn't care about.

»Mine,« he softly growled.

Shizuka rose an eyebrow and mustered him. »Since when are you wearing womans lingerie?,« she asked him deadpan. He refused to answer. They both knew who it belonged to and that it had no right to be in Genjis room.

Shizuka slowly stood up again and came closer, making him clutch the sleepwear tighter in his hands.

»Genji,« she spoke almost too softly but with an undertone of steel, »this lovely piece has been missing from my wardrobe for roughly ten years. Do you want to tell me something?«

He shook his head slowly, not daring to move.

»Oh really?,« she inquired.

A nod.

»Then what else of mine am I going to find here today?,« she asked still in that dangerously soothing tone.

For both their sakes Genji refused to answer this one as well. If she had known the reason he took these things from her, she would strangle him with his own headband, priestess or no priestess.

To him it wasn't a big deal since the clothes were hers anyway, but he knew better than to say that out loud. Thankfully she relented after a whole minute of staring at him, turning back to the mess still in his room. Immediately she was back to complaining about the state of it.

»How can you have so many dirty clothes when you wear your armor for most of the day?,« she asked without waiting for his answer, stuffing said dirty clothes into a basket she found somewhere in between.

He shrugged and answered nevertheless. »Call it a habit, I guess.« Although he didn't need them, clothes - especially hoodies - were far more comfortable than the cold and hard armor.

Genji let her loose to her heart's content; he knew it would help her calm down and she only did it because she cared about him. It was kind of sweet, though he could deal without the constant rants.

The things you do for the person you love, he thought with a chuckle.

Yet before he could ponder the thought further, he spotted a familiar picture. Snatching it without Shizuka being the wiser he hid it in the folds of her nightwear he was still clutching. The photo was the only thing he still had of his life in Hanamura. Even without looking he knew exactly what was on it, having stared at it for hours on end some days. He would see his brother, younger and with that horrible long hairdo and himself as he had once been, cheekily grinning and slinging an arm around his older brother. Times had been easier back then, but he also knew that he didn't regret leaving his ignorant self behind.

So lost in his thoughts he didn't notice how Shizuka made short work of his mess. When he looked up the next time, he gaped at the three neat piles in front him. The little priestess stood proudly behind them, pointing at each of them and declaring what they contained with an air that screamed: »Look, I made this.«

»Dirty laundry here. Used lunchboxes and other trash here. And all the random shuriken I found here.«

Genji stared at the third pile. He had no idea how it was the biggest of the three. »Now I know where all my shuriken went.«

Shizuka looked even prouder if it was possible and moved her cleaning frenzy onto the furniture now that the floor was clean. But not before she shoved the basket containing the dirty laundry at a bewildered Genji with the instructions to »Go get them washed.«

He stared down at the pile, as if afraid they would somehow come alive and bite him. He had never even seen a washing machine in his life before. A ridiculous thing, now that he thought about it, but he had never bothered before. In the castle the servants did all the washing far away from the Shimada family quarters, in the Overwatch base they had workers, who did the exact same thing and here in Nepal, well … he had simply put them outside on a day deemed »cleaning day« and received them later that evening in a nice clean stock. But since today wasn't cleaning day, he had no idea what to do and he certainly wouldn't ask Shizuka.

He would never be able to live that embarrassment down. Left with no other choice he went out in search of the fabled washing machine.

Three hours later he soundly regretted it, waddling back through the dark snowy streets with the basket in hand. Debating for the x-th time if he should just dispose of the basket holding his failure. Maybe if he just pretended that they were still being washed … no, she would find out sooner or later and then he would be in for it. Better get it over with and hope for the best.

»Ah you're back, I was wondering if you fell in the washing machine yourself,« Shizuka said without looking up from where she laid on the bed reading on her holopad. Genji stopped to stare for a moment when he saw her wearing a similar nightwear to the piece he had »borrowed« from her all those years ago. It looked as soft as silk and barely covered her breasts down to her inner thighs. He swallowed, having trouble banishing the suddenly very attentive dragon part of himself back under his control. The smoky blue color coupled with the delicate black lace suited her extremely well.

Desperate to get his primitive instincts back in line he averted his eyes and found an entirely different reason to gape.

Genji stared at the now completely spotless room, astonished how it could look like this in just a few hours.

»I am fine,« he brought out still distracted. Although he did notice when she stood, took the basket from him and got her first look at his disaster.

Shizuka paused. »How? Just how?,« she asked, pulling out the now way too small hoody.

Genji blushed under the mask. »I don't know! It just happened! The washing machine must have had it in for me!,« he tried to defend himself. Judging from her look though she regretted not giving him further instructions on what to do.

»They are small enough to fit me!«

He shrugged, not actually minding the thought of her wearing his clothes. She would look good in them and it would inform other men that she was spoken for.

»At least that way they can still be used,« he said with another shrug, glad to have escaped her wrath for now.

»I guess you're right,« she admitted and proceeded to sort the clothes into the free spaces in the closet.

»You did great with the room,« he noted absentmindedly as he began the meticulous task of removing his armor.

»Thank you,« she responded after a while with a strange tone. And then he caught something that she definitely didn't want him to hear and which caused his head to snap up.

»At least I know I am good for something.«

»What do you mean?,« he immediately demanded to know, even though a small part of him already knew what this was about. Ever since they had gotten back together there had been days that were the most wonderful of his life … and then there were those days. Shizuka said she loved him and acted like she did, but after ten years of believing he didn't give a damn about her and not even knowing if he was still alive, it was hard for her to accept him back without being suspicious about his intentions.

Genji was hurt immensely every time she so openly doubted him but knew that her fears were understandable even if he swore time and time again that he loved and would take no other than her.

Lena had been right when she warned him, that their road would be a hard one and that he had to earn her trust all over again. But Genji thought he had been doing a good job. Until now that is.

Shizuka looked at him with an unreadable expression.

»It's good to know I am fulfilling your expectations,« she replied in such a crisp tone that it sent shivers down his spine. A cold hand squeezed around his heart and he stepped closer to her.

His voice calm and soothing as he tried to get her away from her current line of thought before she could hurt them both further.

»Shizuka, I didn't bring you here to clean up after me. We wanted to start anew, remember?«

She weakly nodded her head, now more melancholic than everything else. »But it will be only be a matter of time before you find someone else better suited to your tastes.«

This time he wasn't able to hide the wince. »Do you really think so little of me?« he asked and regretted it instantly. Of course she would doubt him in that regard, their break-up and his former reputation as the playboy of Hanamura castle did little to reassure her.

»I know that you care about me,« she amended but her eyes were looking on the ground as she continued, »but why now? Why after all those years? You could have sought me out. We met again only because of a coincidence.«

Genji sighed having heard those words before. A sad smile appeared on his lips.

»You little fool,« he whispered. As she looked up, ready to throw an angry retort at him, she broke off surprised as his arms encircled her small form.

He pressed her gently against him.

»I don't believe in coincidences,« he spoke quietly. His dragon had searched her out after all. It was something he had wanted to do ever since Zenyatta made him see the error of his ways, just that he had been too scared to do so.

Finally, he felt her melt into his embrace. A quiet hum against his chest told her that she acknowledged his point. With a relieved chuckle that he had managed to avert a crisis, he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

»You won't get rid of me that easily,« he promised her.

»And I don't want to,« Shizuka mumbled with a weak smile. Then she looked up, a sudden shy expression overtaking her features.

»Can you show me?,« she asked hesitantly.

Genji tilted his head in confusion. »Show you what?«

»Show me that you mean what you said. That you are here to stay, that you care,« she answered quietly and with a blush beginning on her cheeks.

Suddenly he understood exactly what she wanted and what she still was too shy to ask for openly. A low purr rumbled in his chest.

»I would love to,« he said and leaned down.

(Warning: Mature content ahead~)

Her arms encircled his neck, leaning closer and closer. Her soft skin stroked over his, electing a gentle smile from him. His nose brushed against her cheek as he breathed in her scent. Their lips found each other moments later. No rush and no hurry as they explored each other. He pulled her closer against him, relishing in her warmth. His eyes opened again to watch her as she fitted herself so well against him. He pressed another kiss on top of her head while his hands caressed her back.

He knew she needed this reassurance, caring touches and a quiet admission of his love. Something he was more than willing to give. His thumb stroked over her cheek as she leaned into his touch. Slowly he stepped backwards, towards the bed. She followed him willingly, making him smile. Sitting down, he guided her to stand between his legs, one of his hands resting her lower back.

She looked down at him, letting him see her swirling emotions of insecurity and trust equally.

He pulled her closer in answer, burying his head against her stomach. In the next moment he felt her delicate hands stroking through his hair, soothing the beast further. He smiled.

Still so worried about other's wellbeing.

His nonmetal hand rose to gently stroke the strap of her night robe over her shoulder. The other followed soon. A soft swish sound was heard as the fabric sank to the ground fluidly. His eyes glazed over her now exposed skin until they met hers. A deep blue shining in the dim light of the candles.

He didn't know who moved first, but their lips touched again as she leaned over him. One hand sank into her rich white hair, the other wound around her waist to pull her closer as he begged for entrance to her mouth which she only too willingly granted.

Gently he eased her onto his lap until she sat on top of him with her legs spread to either side of his hips. The kiss never broke. Not even his cold metal parts deterred her as her hands found their way to his back. As they teased the edges of his mark he let out a soft growl in reflex. She leaned down to kiss his neck, but before she could move further he put two fingers under her chin to make her keep looking at him.

»Not yet,« he whispered gently. He wanted this to last and he knew how easy it was for her to provoke his inner dragon. Leaning down he trailed kisses along her throat and shoulder and was rewarded with soft, barely audible moans. His hand traced a path from her shoulder down to her breasts where he gently massaged the firm mounds. The moans grew louder and she clang to his shoulders now. But he was not in a hurry, tracing circles over her back, he released a soft purr.

With a gasp she gave him more access to her neck, leaving herself completely to his mercy. He knew what she wanted. She wanted to be loved fully and wholly and he would prove his intentions to her. He would show her just how much she meant to him.

»Close your eyes,« he asked against her skin, knowing she would do so without having to look. And so he captured her lips in another kiss as he gently let himself fall backwards onto the bed, taking her with him, then he carefully rolled over so that he was hovering over her. His eyes drank in the sight of her naked form, bared so completely to him. As if she knew he would never hurt her again. He stroked over her warm skin once more, worshipping every inch he touched. She hummed pleasantly, letting her head fall back into the pillows as she enjoyed his caresses. Getting rid of his remaining armor he grabbed one of her legs underneath her knee and slang it around his hips. His nonmetal hand found hers and intertwined their fingers.

»Genji,« she breathed softly.

»I am right here,« he whispered back as his lips found the soft spot right underneath her ear. She moaned again as he trailed the path his hand had taken moments ago with his lips.

His inner dragon was purring in content at having her so close to him. It was something they had both longed for in the lonely years they spend in this room. They had never dared to hope that they would have it again and swore to never let it glide through their fingers a second time.

With a small smile, he pressed a kiss to her most intimate part, his purr turning a pitch darker at the hitch in her breathing. He took his sweet time. Showering her in kisses and gentle licks, even nibbled on the skin from time to time until she wriggled beneath him, moan after moan slipping from her lips.

»Genji,« she gasped out »p-please!« Yet he was not in a hurry to answer her pleas as he continued to tease her, biting the inside of her thigh to make his plans for the night to her.

»You-!«, she began but had to break up with a moan, leaving him chuckling softly at her plight. Tonight, he would drive her crazy first before taking what he needed. So, he lowered himself back to his meal with a purr. Her soft heat was alluring, and he loved hearing her reactions when he teased her like this. Her legs found their way over his shoulders as he continued his slow assault. In a side thought, he thanked his past self for having used the internet to read about how to properly please a woman with his lips. In Hanamura he had never allowed himself to step to this level of intimacy. There it had been only the act himself he allowed. Not even blow jobs he found appealing. But with Shizuka he had no problem wanting to try it out. And he found it addicting, the way he could make her come just with his bare touches.

He smiled against her wet skin as her gasps and moans reached an almost constant frequency, a sure sign she was close to completion. But he wouldn't have it, not so soon. So, he retreated until he was barely touching her.

She opened her eyes to weakly glare at him, but he wasn't fazed. Just leaned down to give her a short kiss.

»Not yet, my love,« he whispered into her ear and chuckled at the disappointed sigh his words evoked.

»Why not?,« she pouted.

»Because the night is still young,« he answered, and with that he entered her wet heat with one finger. The feeling eliciting a darker growl from him as he imagined how that would feel around another part of him. But he forced the dragon instinct to calm.

He chose a gentle pace instead, thrusting into her slowly and without force. All the while his eyes never strayed from her face, feasting on her expression as she enjoyed the waves of pleasure his touches evicted.

His purr grew louder and louder without him noticing as the dragon enjoyed his chosen other in a different kind of lovemaking. Slow yet agonizing in his drawn-out pleasures. Only when he felt her tensing more and more around his fingers did he withdraw them.

Looming over her, he kissed her deeply as he entered her in one smooth trust, swallowing her responding moan. Not letting up from the kiss, he captured her other hand in his and started a slightly harder pace. Now he wasn't able to suppress the growls and groans in his throat anymore as they spilled forth to join her higher voice. His dragon was slowly starting to take over, instincts he had kept under control forced themselves forwards as his pace grew more erratic. He knew he would not last much longer. Bending down he softly bit her green dragon mark. »Let go my love, I've got you.«

Throwing her head back with a loud moan, she obeyed. He felt her climax and was unable to prevent himself from following her with a deep groan.

Barely able to keep himself from crashing on top of her, he laid down on his side and gathered her into his arms.

For several moments they panted heavily into each other's skin, despite having kept their gentle pace for most of the time.

Burying his face into her hair, he said softly »I love you.«

He felt her cuddling closer against him and an equally quiet voice respond. »I love you too.«

He smiled, knowing he had succeeded to calm her fears. Not forever-that would take some more time, but he hoped it would vanish entirely when he finally gathered the courage to ask her to become his wife.

Soon, he promised himself as he tucked them both in and with a last kiss to her forehead closed his eyes.

Because once a dragon finds his treasure he will never let it go again.

[Next chapter on 15th November.]