"What is wrong with me!? These past few days I've been getting this troublesome feeling and I just can't shake it!" Amari thought to herself.

Pharah was a soilder. She could overcome many hardships and protect the ones she cared for. She was a seeker of justice and a brave soul. However she was already asleep from a successful mission today.

Amari was still awake though. She was a soilder as well and shared many traits with Pharah. The unwavering courage, a justice fueled mindset, and a combat prowess. The only difference however was the emotional aspects of the two.

Pharah was a hardened veteran. She had no need for emotional issues and usually cast them aside. She refused to let them deter what needed to be done. But someone had to harbor those emotions for her and Amari gladly accepted.

Amari was the emotional one between them. Behind that shell and away from prying eyes, Amari was the one who took care of the emotional turmoil after the day was done. Usually the feelings would get resolved within few hours, but this feeling has been present for a few days.

"Okay, when did I start to feel this way?" She pondered over that question for half the night. She clearly wasn't going to get sleep anytime soon until she got an idea of where it came from.

"This is annoying...I wonder if we have any more of that juice in the mess hall? That will help me sleep."

Pharah got out of her bed and was faced with image of a sleeping Soilder. Her gaze began to wonder over his muscular features. This was becoming a habit for her, to just stare at his attractive features. She had to get a better view. She walked a little closer but not too close to wake him, she didn't want to alert her target. As she closed the distance, she began to think about her actions.

She sighed. "This is wrong yet I can't stop myself. This is the only way to quell that stupid uneasy feeling I've been having." She knew this wouldn't be enough, gazing at him could only do so much for now. She reached her hand over one of his arms.

"A little touch wouldn't hurt.."

She slowly glided her hands over his arms. The rough and firm muscles were such a soothing sensation to her. She had to control herself to make sure she doesn't cross the line.

"Ahh this is so much better. Who knew that he such a nice physique. I wonder what how he would look without the tank-"

Then she immediately stop. She realized that the cause of this uneasy feeling was actually right in front of her. The promblem that is affecting her is Soilder!

She quickly left the room to get some juice. She did not feel right being in that room at the time. Now that she knows the promblem, she has to figure out how to solve it.

In the Cafeteria

After a bit of searching, she finally found the cold beverage she long awaited for. She found a comfortable place to sit as she drinked and continued to think of a solution to this predicament she's found herself in. Telling him was out of the question. Perhaps she can confide with her mother? This is extremely hard to figure out without sleep.

She was then alerted by footsteps and turned to see a familiar bucket hat.

"Hi, Amari"

"Hey Jane."

They stayed in silence for a little bit so Pharah decided to break the ice.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked with curiosity. She was wondering what he was doing up at this time of night.

"Affirmative, there was some weird sensations on my arms that woke me up and now my body refuses to go back to the dream world." Pharah couldn't help but feel guilty for his sleeping troubles. Her desires were just too overwhelming.

"So how about you? You are usually not up at these hours either. Was the mission too much for a softie like you?" Soilder decided tease a little.

"Yeah right, I've went on way worse mission than that. And I'm just a little tense because of something I came to realize." She didn't want him know about her situation right now. It could very well jeopardize her potential answer that she is looking for.

"Tense huh? Expected of a softie. Since I got nonthing else to do because of this sensation, would you like a massage or something?"

Shocked wasn't even the first word that Pharah felt after hearing that.

"This juice must have alcohol in it or I heard that you were offering me a massage!?"

"Yes, maybe moving my arms and fingers could get rid of that sensation." He made a valid point. Pharah was responsible for the sensations he was feeling and she was not lying about feeling tense. Also who turns down a free massage?

"Alright, but don't get any funny ideas honey."

"Wouldn't dream of it cupcake."

Soilder positioned himself behind the seated Pharah and began to firmly massage the shoulders.

What started off as feeling rough and jagged quickly turned into a soothing feeling of relief. The firm attention of his fingers were doing wonders for her. The way of how his palms were applying pressure in all the right places. She could honestly stay here for the rest of her days if it meant this pleasure all day.

"This is amazing! I'm starting to prefer this method compared to the other of me just touching over him."

"So how is it?" Soilder asked as he began to slow down his firmness.

"Incredible! I'm completely in love with it." Pharah said with glee.

"Just like with me.." Soilder said which brought Pharah back to reality.

"Hmm.. what are yo-"

"Face it Amari, your actions towards me have been completely out of character for you. Your rosy cheeks and nervous speech when you are near me, your embrace after I confessed, your refusal to let go of my hand, your kiss on my cheek and helping yourself to my arms which is the reason I'm up right now might I add." Soilder revealed.

Pharah gasped. She thought that she was careful enough to avoid his suspicion.

"Yeah I knew it was you. There's no reason to hide it considering we are the only ones here." Pharah quickly stood up after hearing those words.

"Listen here you idiot! I have no idea what you are talking about but you better silence that mouth of yours before I do!" She tried to revert to Pharah but was met with a crushing statement

"...No matter how hard you try, Pharah is not gonna come and save you Amari. Your on your own for this one." Soilder covered all the bases.

"Shut up!" Pharah lunged herself at Soilder only to find herself pinned on the ground.

"See. Pharah would've reacted a lot better to such a flimsy reversal. Isn't that right Amari." Pharah found herself struggling to break free only to find no success. There was no escaping his grasp. Either he was too strong or she was too weak.

"What do you want?!? Just let me go!" Pharah was desperate at this point, she didn't know what to do. Her emotions were completely in control of her actions. Her cheeks began to warm up.

"Simple. Answer this question, What do you want?" He replied as he lowered his head towards her. She already knew the answer to that question as she connected her lips to his.

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Pharah awoke in a cold sweat. She quickly scanned her surroundings to find that nothing has changed. She looked at Soilder to find him sound asleep. She still had that vivid dream on her mind.

That dream gave her the problem but the answer was still vague. She needed more time to sort this out. She quickly went back to sleep hoping to not go back to that dream... but she was curious of how it ended.

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"That softie is unbelievable! All of these actions she's doing to me has been affecting my actions as of late. I told my self to get rid of this feelings mumbo-jumbo but it keeps coming back. What am I missing!?"

Soilder held two things in high regard: America and his honor. These two things formed his beliefs and principles that made him an excellent Soilder... in his own way but it still counts.

But here comes this other Soilder, a complete softie, who tells him that he should calm down in that way of thinking because she cares about him. However the real reason he feels so conflicted is that he's actually considering what she said. He needs to find out what is making him so weak towards that coward!

He turned on his back and set his gaze towards the empty bed.

"Speaking of cowards, where is she? Soilder was confused, she would usually be in bed by now.

He hasn't been able to sleep for half the night and was certainly not going to bed anytime soon.

"Maybe a beer will calm my nerves, a good buzz never hurt anyone."

With his plan in mind, he got out of his bed and opened the door to reveal a Pharah with two beverages.

"Amari?"

"Jane?"

They both were shocked to see each other up at this time.

"I'm surprised to see you awake. I was going to wake you up anyway to give you this beverage since I went out for mine. I assumed that you drink alcohol but if you don't I can go get something else." Pharah said as she handed him a beer.

"Wow, I was actually on my way out for this. You saved me a trip so thanks Amari." This got a giggle out of Pharah.

"What's so funny?"

"You thanking me! Usually you would avoid doing that. I never thought I would hear you say that. I appreciate that."

Soilders began to get that feeling again. Then it him faster than a baseball from scout's sandman. The problem was that he was denying these feelings! He noticed that everytime Pharah would show some kind golf affection he would deter it.

"Umm not a problem." He took some swigs of his brew while Pharah was drinking some juice. As she was drinking, some of juice started to drip down on her chest and stomach. Soilder tried his best to not stare but it was hard to ignore her alluring appearance.

Pharah has a strong but slim build with ample assets covered by a black sports bra and black compressed shorts. She was most certainly althletic and was definitely not a pushover in the strength department. His stare lasted a little longer.

"Are you okay? You haven't been drinking your beer. It's going to get warm." Pharah asked with mild concern.

"I'm fine. I was just thinking about something. Actually I'm kinda tired right now so I'm gonna go to bed. Thanks again for the drink softie." Soilder put down his beer and was going to his bed, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm.

"You can tell me what's wrong Jane. I won't judge. It's not good for you hold in everything."

"Amari I told you there is nonthing wrong." Soilder had that uneasy feeling again. He was hiding something but even he didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Yes there is." She closed the distance between them. "There is something wrong but you are just denying it, like a coward." Pharah spat.

"Your delusional! I would never deny anything. I can face anything and anyone." Soilder stood his ground with confidence.

"Would you deny starting at me while I was drinking my juice?" Pharah pointed out with a smug grin.

Soilder stayed silent. She was still behind and couldn't see her face but could tell that she was going to enjoy every bit of this.

"Would you also deny that it was you holding my hand? that you felt something when I embraced you? the way you feel when I call you honey?" She began to get closer with a lowered tone. Her nimble hands dancing all over his body. "Would you also deny that you love it when I do this to you honey."

Soilder was speechless. He had no retort to anything she revealed to him. He had to find a way out of this quickly. He quickly turned around and performed his American takedown with her front facing the ground.

"Sorry softie but your trickery won't work this time. I have claimed victory!" Pharah just proceeded to laugh. As soon as the laughter ceased and with incredible speed, she broke out of soilders grasp. Soilder was dumbfounded.

"H-How did yo-"

"Because no matter how hard you deny, the idea will always ring true Jane. You are hopelessly in love with me, and refusing to accept your feelings isn't going to make it go away coward." Pharah said to the shaking Soilder.

"Enough of this!" Soilder bolted towards Pharah only to find himself get flipped onto his bed, followed by her pinning him down with all her weight. This position was very familiar to Soilder.

Soilder was lost. Where was all of this strength coming from. He could not break free from her grasp. It's like his body just gave up.

"What's wrong honey? Can't break free out of your cupcake's grasp. I'm starting to think you enjoy getting dominated." Pharah mocked.

Soilder knew he was done for. He had no other choice but to try and bargain.

"Amari, what do you wan-"

"You already know the answer to that." She interrupted while inching her face towards his. "And I already know what you want honey.~" She whispered as her lips connected with Soilder who did not deny her invitation.

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Soilder woke up with a shiver. He quickly looked around the room to make sure that nonthing has changed. Everything including the sleeping form of Pharah were present. Soilder cleary rembered every detail of the dream.

He finally realized the promblem but can't come to terms with the answer. He couldn't let his feelings dictate any of his decision making...right?

He quickly went back to sleep hopefully to avoid that dream...however he wouldn't mind seeing how it would've end.

The inner turmoil the two soilders face aren't unusual.

There will always be self-conflict regardless of where you came from or who you are. You will always be your worst enemy because they know everything about you. You can't run or hide from yourself. But you can damn well try.

And that's exactly what Pharah and Soilder plan to do.

It's going to be a long few weeks...