Pharah

'Come now, Gabe; try to look somewhat pleasant.'

'I'll smile when the picture's taken.'

'I'm…in the middle?'

'Yes, Jack. Good. Fareeha. Sweetie. You get to stand in the front. There we are.'

'Where's Angela?'

'Angela! Get yer arse over here, girl! Take a break from that darned computer of yours and look happy!'

'Bahahah! What a woman! Always working on something or other!'

'Just like you're always training, you monster.'

'Hahah! Can't deny that!'

'Just take the picture.'

'Got a date, Gabe?'

'I'm here! My apologies!'

'Oh, lordy. The finest lady in the west standin' right near this old boy? Mighty lucky day!'

Fareeha put her hands in her lap and stood proper, the greatest heroes of Overwatch standing guard over her. She caught a glimpse of Angela Ziegler before the flash of the camera, and even back then, she thought she was one of the most beautiful individuals she had ever lay eyes on. Angela had flashed her a convincing smile, and perhaps it had all started, unbeknownst to Fareeha, right then and there, a longing decades in the making coming to fruition…

It felt so natural to lift Angela off her feet. It felt right to carry her across the room and take charge of the exchange rather aggressively. Fareeha was in her element, and as she moved her hands within Angela's shirt, caressing her soft, smooth skin within, she recalled the way she was forced to play a more submissive role with any man she had allowed intimacy to occur. The expectations were painfully clear, and it was a small wonder Fareeha wanted to crawl out of her skin when she was coerced into tentative subjection. The man initiated everything. She was merely supposed to give meek allowance. The man made the first move. He kissed first. He touched first. He unclothed her first and appraised her like some prize won.

It disgusted Fareeha as she thought about it, and the kisses she traded with Angela in the doctor's private chambers reflected the frustration and embarrassment. She opened her mouth wide, elated by the way Angela's did the same, the taste of her stimulating enough let alone the way she yanked at her shirt, Fareeha's bare back exposed, and the bottom of the material just below her breasts.

'Mmm…' Angela's voice hummed, and Fareeha could hear her pulse pumping through her temples. Her whole body was burning, and her hands were almost shaking as she teased the idea of fondling the tempting mounds of flesh so very within reach. Fareeha didn't want to move too quickly too soon, however. Thus, she stayed her overpowering desires for the time being.

'Your back is very well defined.' Angela breathed, the redness on her cheeks mixed with her dazed eyes testing Fareeha's resolve. 'Might I ask that you lift your arms for me?'

Never before had Fareeha wanted to be lusted over, really. Accepted, perhaps, and in turn, a level of desire in relation to her person, but not seen as sexually enticing. However, the mere possibility that Angela wanted to see her naked form gave the younger woman courage and added longing.

'Only if you do the same afterward.' Fareeha dared to suggest. She still couldn't be as assertive with Angela as she wanted, but progress had obviously been made as Angela blinked, backing away from Fareeha's face just so in a way that allowed both women to look at one another.

'I-I'm…lacking an undergarment at the moment…' She blushed, grinning slyly but so clearly nervous and excited at once.

'A lucky turn of events for me, then.' Fareeha pressed, her chest flipping constantly. Was this even happening? Was she dreaming? Her vision kept blurring for a second or two, and no matter how much she tried to take the sight of Angela's gorgeous face in, she couldn't quite grasp it as perfectly in her reality as she desperately attempted to.

Angela bit at her lip, and Fareeha leaned in a little closer, the way the normally controlled and level-headed individual shrunk back with inexperience and hesitation too much for her to handle sanely.

'I've never…W-well, you are aware. I understand the procedure well enough, and yet, I am quite anxious.'

'Then we don't go further than this for now, Angela. I do not mind. There will always be time later.' Fareeha said the words, and believed them, truly, but she wouldn't dismiss her own interests and the let down that came with Angela's reservations.

Angela scowled, sincere contemplation passing over her expression. Something seemed to spark within her intelligent brain, and she nodded, her still rather lulled gaze sensual in every sense of the word.

'As always, your consideration remains lovely, but I do believe it's time I allow something of this nature to transpire in my life; especially when my feelings for you only seem to be growing with this pleasing interaction.'

Fareeha's eyes felt fuzzy, and she blinked rapidly, smiling and lifting her arms, Angela's hands quickly grabbing at her shirt and bringing it up over her extended limbs. Fareeha wasn't exactly free from nerves either. After all, this was her first time being so intimate with another woman; Angela Ziegler, for that matter. If this scenario went terribly, what would it mean for their budding relationship? Fareeha swallowed, her black bra suddenly seeming so strange and foreign to her.

'Um…' Fareeha stuttered, however, as Angela touched her stomach, her fingers gentle but strong at once. She traced the rather defined muscles over her abdominal, and the women shifted, Angela caressing Fareeha's midsection before leaning in to kiss above her naval, peppering the area with brushes of her lips.

'The first time I saw your body, Fareeha, I'll admit, I found it very intriguing. It stirred a sensation in me I hadn't experienced before.' Her contact sent goosebumps all over Fareeha so strongly she thought for sure Angela could see them prickling every which way.

'A-ah…' Fareeha groaned, and she covered her mouth. The affirmation of pleasure had escaped without the younger woman even realizing it.

'Naughty, naughty, Fareeha Amari. I rather like such adorable sounds. Please do not muffle them.'

Had a man ever brought such sensations? Was Fareeha truly ever putty in their hands? Did she ever have to restrain her longings with as much dedication as this moment demanded? Hardly. Not at all. Not even a little.

Angela giggled, and looked up, her bewitching eyes paralyzing Fareeha briefly prior to the women kissing again, comfort being found in the connection now, and more daring, desiring movements coming into play, Fareeha finally giving in, taking Angela's somewhat frumpy shirt and practically ripping it off her head. The doctor squeaked, covering her chest instinctively and laughing defensively.

Fareeha breathed out deeply, just the cleavage of Angela's breasts more than overwhelmingly beautiful. Her skin was so light and clear, and it was good to see she had put on a respectable amount of weight since her time in Iraq. Her curves couldn't be lovelier, and Fareeha again had to widen her eyes to remind herself this was, indeed, her present time.

'Goodness me. I say such grand things in one moment and conceal myself in another.' Angela said apologetically.

'It isn't a problem, but this location is.' Fareeha lifted Angela back up, and took her to the woman's bed, easing her down gently and kneeling in front of her. She grinned as charmingly as she could consciously manage, and Angela beamed back, taking her face and kissing her again, a level of safety revisited with the exchange, it appeared. Angela pressed her body against Fareeha's, her bare chest pushing into Fareeha's skin, and the Egyptian thought she might faint the blood rushed to her head so suddenly.

'May I?' Fareeha asked calmly, and Angela's head rested against hers, a beat passing before the doctor nodded, slowly backing away, only her shorts remaining. Fareeha actually shook her head and forgot to breathe initially. The nanomachines certainly kept every aspect of Angela youthful, for her naked breasts remained wonderfully molded and perky, the just slightly deeper coloured tips firm and tempting.

'This…is excessively embarrassing.' Angela commented thinly.

Fareeha couldn't answer her. It all clicked into place. Everything. She didn't hate the idea of men and what they had to offer. Granted, having something shoved in her face with lewd expectations certainly turned her attitude a little from such extensions of the sex, but even now perhaps she wouldn't outright deny a male the chance if she wasn't so undeniably involved and smitten with Angela. And yet, now that she saw Angela's upper half in complete nudity, her wants and desires made much more sense. She couldn't dream of doing anything but kneading the beautiful formations presented to her, and that's precisely what she did, Angela's cute voice sighing in obvious restraint.

'O-oh…How…interesting. The nerves…truly are concentrated in such parts…' Angela evaluated, true to her character, but Fareeha shuffled in closer, and without double checking herself, she had her mouth over Angela's right side, suctioning the area while giving little flicks and nibbles for what she assumed to be an exciting gift based on the way Angela's hands held her head, her fingers digging through Fareeha's hair.

'Aha…F-Fareeha…That is quite…quite nice…'

It felt so natural for Fareeha. Natural, but also a little strange at the same time. Was she being too forward? Angela would say something, wouldn't she? Was she doing it right? She had no experience prior save for when a man had done something similarly to her. He was much too aggressive, rough, and more concerned with his own sedated lust than Fareeha's. She didn't know how that was possible. Naturally, she derived pleasure from the soft yet firm part of Angela, but the sounds the other woman made, as well as the way her body trembled in Fareeha's arms pushed her further and further; not her own needs and wants.

Angela's fingers fumbled with the back of Fareeha's bra without her even noticing for a second, and before she completely registered the woman's act, the piece was loosened, and Fareeha could only shrug it off, understanding Angela's tentativeness now, for she too thought about covering herself, but remained steadfast nonetheless. Fareeha parted from the other woman's pleasing chest, and glanced away, shrugging subconsciously as she was so clearly appraised.

'I have never found another woman sexually attractive, Fareeha Amari.' Angela spoke softly, her eyes moving about, over, and around Fareeha's upper form. 'I could always appreciate aesthetically pleasing females, but had I ever considered kissing one or being in such a scenario like this? Never. Couldn't dream of such tales.'

'Right…' Fareeha agreed, having similar realizations.

'And yet, this sight of you – of your tanned skin and just slightly lighter toned breasts – why, I didn't think such inexplicable longing existed within me. Perhaps it is because I have fallen so desperately for you as a fellow human being, but I am muddled with selfish yearning, and it is preventing my mind from operating as I prefer to logically.'

This brought relief to Fareeha. The worst-case image in her mind wasn't coming to pass. Angela still wanted this, and the joy sending small shockwaves through Fareeha's veins was fully unleashed, allowing the younger woman to earnestly embrace her opportunity.

'Heh. You're rather fuller than I had anticipated. Sufficiently shaped and quite bountiful in all the enticing ways. Those men whom you humoured surely felt vastly fortunate…'

A sour taste filled Fareeha's mouth, and she saw the flash of distance pass through Angela's sapphire eyes. It hurt, but there was nothing for it, and Fareeha simply took the other woman's bare waist and kissed her again and again, her chest melding with Angela's, the malleable bodies sensational. She moved to her neck, and proceeded to still appraise Angela's freshly revealed body, taking handfuls and giving small pinches and twists in accordance to her lady's rise and fall of pitches.

'Mmm…Fareeha…Such skill. I shouldn't…be surprised…since you're so considerate to…A-ah…! To begin with…'

'I'm honestly somewhat winging it.' Fareeha felt the need to admit.

'Even more impressive, then…' Angela laughed, and she also caressed Fareeha at the same time, forcing the younger woman to acknowledge the heat building between her legs and the nearly impossible-to-suppress-wish to enact some form of self-gratification, an act she so very rarely performed it was practically a foreign motion and most certainly one she couldn't do in front of Angela herself.

And yet, she ached, a pulsating need swelling within her into an itch that begged to be scratched.

'I've missed out…on so much, it would seem.' Angela mused, and her words helped narrow Fareeha's intent. Perhaps that was it. If Angela was as invested as Fareeha, maybe that was the next step? Fareeha's hand was practically twitching she wanted to give in to her body's demands so, and thus, she diverted that self-centered instinct and stroked Angela's leg, moving further and further inward.

'Ah…H-hah…'

'Just…tell me when to stop.' Fareeha said clearly, and Angela nodded, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth tight until Fareeha kissed it again.

Closer. Closer. She was so smooth.

'O-oh…Fareeha…Are you…?'

There.

'Mm! Hmph…Mm!' Angela's sounds were covered by Fareeha's lips, but she felt the warmth as clearly as her own. Angela must've been as vexed as the younger woman, and Fareeha was ever more than willing to assist with the vain hope Angela would relieve her mercifully as well. Angela's shorts were damp, and Fareeha could only be flattered, unsure whether or not the doctor would allow herself to be completely naked.

'Ngh…U-uh…Hah…hah…Mm…' Angela's hips moved within Fareeha's touch, but her tone had altered suddenly, and Fareeha became hyper aware of the strange shift.

'Hah…' Angela parted from Fareeha out of seemingly nowhere, her brow wetter than Fareeha thought, and her breaths wheezing out of her. She grabbed hold of Fareeha's wrists, and groaned in seeming pain, causing panic to the other girl. When had this change occurred? How hadn't Fareeha noticed?

'Angela? Are you alright?'

'Damn it.' The doctor cursed in German. 'Of all times…Of all times!'

'Angela?'

Fareeha could only watch as Angela's neck tightened, and veins crawled up what was once such a smooth surface. She pulled her hand away from Fareeha's arm, and covered her own mouth while gripping her stomach, heaving into her palm. Tears lined her eyes, and her whole body began to spasm.

'What can I do for you, Angela?' Fareeha asked helplessly, but Angela just shook her head with a grunt. The agony seemed to last forever, but after a few minutes, Angela finally was capable of speaking again, although she looked terribly drained, and was evidently still enduring extreme discomfort.

'…I'm sorry.' She apologized, and Fareeha practically cut her off in response.

'Should I call the medical team?'

'No. They can do nothing for me.'

Fareeha grimaced. She hated watching the woman she cared for suffer. It was as though she herself were hurting. That would have been preferable even. Fareeha went to the small kitchen and procured a glass of water, bringing it to Angela and catching a small smile flicker over her face.

'My thanks, Fareeha.'

'Here.' Fareeha also offered the shirt that she had so aggressively stripped off the poor woman.

'Ah. Right. I am exposed…' She blushed, and although Angela attempted to cover herself, her arms wouldn't lift above her shoulders, and Fareeha was forced to help her, worry only building in her thoughts.

'My thanks again…'

A long pause. Fareeha couldn't get a read. It wasn't her forte. She could only ask what weighed on her heart.

'What happened?'

'Hm?' Angela raised a brow, her gaze tired still, but for an entirely different reason. 'Oh. I…suppose I am much more fatigued than anticipated.'

'Pardon?' Fareeha couldn't hide her irritation.

'I need rest, naturally. I shouldn't have indulged…as much as I appreciated what was occurring.'

'Are you joking?'

'Not quite.'

'Then you expect me to believe such nonsense?'

'Ideally?' Angela spoke to her glass, utterly unwilling to meet Fareeha's stare of too many emotions. Fareeha breathed out deeply, not bothering to put her bra back on, but covering her body with the shirt she had entered the room with. The frustration and anger were building, mostly due to the fact Fareeha thought they were past this; past the wall Angela fortified around herself. It hurt the more she thought about what they had just done and how Angela still insisted on treating others when it came to her own well being.

'Are you upset?' She asked, and something in the way she inquired softened Fareeha's rage. She cared about her too much to be overwhelmed by her petty pride and emotions. She would see this through, and not make hasty judgements. That's how mistakes happened.

'I am.'

'Naturally.'

'But only because I care about you, Angela.' Fareeha followed up, and Angela's posture seemed to relax. 'That was no normal form of seizure. Obviously, it wasn't the first time it's happened either.'

Angela bit down on her lower lip, her eyes glazing over, and even then, Fareeha thought she was beautiful, wanting nothing more than to help her somehow.

Both women's phones chimed a moment later, disrupting the terrible silence that had taken the place of what had been such a rapturous moment. Angela slowly got up from her bed, and the soft illumination of her screen lit her somber face. Her exhausted pupils scanned whatever message had been received, and she turned to Fareeha, grinning nervously.

'We've been assigned a top priority mission, Fareeha.'

'You and I?' Fareeha blinked, thankful, but apprehensive as well.

'Yes. You will be fulfilling the role of my bodyguard during a trip to Oasis, Iraq. There is going to be a presentation by some of the most brilliant minds the world has to offer, and I've been invited officially. Naturally, Overwatch will be using this opportunity to gain some insight on the powers that be and what may be transpiring under the political surface that is displayed for the world to see. One would assume that Talon, that is, Dr. O'Deorain, shall be present in some form as well.'

'I see.'

'Will you…be willing to accept the mission, Fareeha?'

Fareeha flinched back, confused by the question.

'Of course, Angela. Why wouldn't I? Being by your side is where I truly wish to be.'

'Even after my obvious evasion of your inquiries?'

Fareeha chuckled lowly, going to the woman that seemed even smaller somehow and bringing her in close, holding her head and shoulder amidst the embrace.

'I won't deny I am irritated, Angela, but I know you well enough by now not to pry. You have a will of iron, and if you wish for privacy, I won't press the issue.' Fareeha found Angela's eyes then, and she blinked back the water beginning to fill them, her skin colour still a little off. 'Just please be aware that your health actively effects my own now. Your pain is mine. Your joy is also mine. I am invested in you beyond any I have come across before. Could you keep that in mind when you withhold secrets from me?'

Fareeha's comments seemed to have the desired result as Angela appeared contemplative, her touch tightening around the taller woman's hips.

'…That is a fair request, Fareeha. Thank-you for being honest with me. When I am ready…I'll speak of it. For now, might I ask you do not mention what occurred here this evening?'

Fareeha smirked.

'Your spasm or our act of intimacy?'

Angela's cheeks filled with air, and then she laughed, slapping Fareeha's arm lightly.

'Both, I suppose!'

When the ringing of both women's voices faded, Fareeha cupped Angela's face in her hands, stroking her right cheek with her thumb gingerly.

'I…really care about you, Angela.'

'Despite my flaws?'

'Truthfully? I think they might make me like you more, oddly enough.'

'It's not really that odd, if you consider the tendencies of human nature. Finding issues within one another helps build a rapport centered around imperfection and self-conscious belittlement.'

Fareeha giggled, and then kissed Angela with even more affection than she had before.