Pharah

Angela was very quiet on the trip to the hotel in Oasis. Fareeha could only assume the doctor needed time to come to terms with what they had just done. She had cried…a lot. It was physically painful for Fareeha to witness. She held her own sympathetic tears back for the sake of Angela, but seeing the woman she cared so fiercely for hurt was more unbearable than she could have anticipated. Fareeha wanted to take the pain away, and she felt guilty for exposing Angela to such a difficult scene. She decided giving the woman space was what the older girl would likely desire. Thus, until approximately twenty minutes prior to being flagged to land, Angela gazed out the window of their aircraft, small sniffs coming from her general direction at irregular intervals without a word among them.

'Thank-you…' Angela spoke quietly, almost meekly. It was incredibly uncharacteristic of her.

'You're welcome.' Fareeha answered automatically.

'Nobody…has ever gone to such lengths for me before.' Angela went on, and Fareeha squinted as she responded.

'It was nothing. My only concern was how difficult it would be on you.'

'Hah. Of course. For you, the extreme physical labour and time it took to venture into such a remote part of the country was inconsequential. You only saw the fact it would give me peace of mind and some semblance of redemption, correct?'

'More than less.'

'Fareeha…' Angela gasped.

'A-are you unwell?'

'Perhaps. My chest aches terribly, and for once in my life I cannot fathom the emotions swirling through my very soul.'

'Hm. It seems odd to visit a doctor, considering your capabilities, but we could always – '

'Hahah!' Angela laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. 'Truly? I am beginning to fear I'm unworthy of you, Fareeha.'

Fareeha visibly shook her head, confusion overrunning her.

'You unworthy of me? I'm sorry; is that a joke?'

'Hardly. For once, I am not teasing you, Fareeha. You…truly are special…'

'You give me too much credit. I only did what anyone should do in such circumstances.'

Angela went quiet again after that. She avoided Fareeha's eyes as well, which was rather disturbing. The two women were guided into a small airport, and the hustle and bustle of unloading their luggage and storing their aircraft kept them both busy enough for some time. The ride to the complimentary hotel was approximately forty-five minutes away, and it gave Fareeha time to take in the newer city known as Oasis. It was a leap in technological achievement, from what she could tell. A soft, red hue painted the entirety of the landscape, but otherwise, it was a metropolis of a space, representing how far man had come following the Omnic Crisis. Fareeha couldn't say she particularly liked the atmosphere of it all – that is, the artificial feel to everything – but she recognized how progressive the city was, and wouldn't lift her nose to such advancement.

When the taxi dropped the two women off, Fareeha made sure to carry Angela's things again, refusing the bellboy at the utterly extravagant hotel his duty due to her desire to be the only one assisting Angela at this time. The older woman continued her silent treatment, however, and it was beginning to shift into worrisome territory. Once Fareeha and Angela were in their room, however, Fareehe decidedly took charge.

'Quite the place, isn't it?'

'Hm? Oh. Yes. Very much so…'

Fareeha glanced around, plopping her suitcase on one bed and Angela's on the other. The room was enormous; almost ridiculously so. Fareeha understood it was a luxury she should be grateful for, but she preferred the Ilios accommodations better. This space felt as though it was distancing Angela from Fareeha further, and she was beginning to panic a little. She hated how sensitive she was to Angela's moods; especially ones she couldn't wrap her head around properly.

'Er…Is that bed alright with you?'

'Of course. My thanks.'

Fareeha placed her finger to her bag's lock, beginning to unpack the few things she needed simply to keep busy. Angela departed for the washroom, closing the door and turning on the fan. Was she crying again? Why would she hide from Fareeha now? If she was still upset, Fareeha only wanted to know so she could proceed to comfort or understand the distance needed. Not knowing was simply torture.

Had she gone wrong somewhere? But where? Angela explicitly mentioned that she was appreciative of Fareeha's efforts. Indeed, she was praising her rather highly, so, why the cold shoulder? Why the oddly short, distant answers to anything Fareeha said?

'I don't know…' Fareeha moved her suitcase gingerly to the side of "her" bed, and checked her phone, uninterested in the illuminating way it easily shrunk the world with but the right glanced upon multiple websites. She stared at nothing, the room shrinking and expanding as she tried to focus on anything but what Angela's melancholic attitude could mean.

She had just mourned. She would need time to recover. Seeing such tragedy again would put anyone out of sorts. Fareeha barely knew the lost patients and she could feel a knot in her stomach. Surely, that was it. There was nothing to fret over. They had a night to enjoy before the convention. Exploring the city and checking out what Oasis had for entertainment with Angela sounded extremely pleasant…so long as the good doctor was up for it. They were…girlfriends, weren't they? Officially a couple, correct?

For some reason, that didn't sound right to Fareeha.

'This is Angela Ziegler…my girlfriend.' Fareeha flinched back from uttering the statement. Seemed a little odd. What was wrong with the claim though? 'This is Angela Ziegler…my lover?'

But they were together, weren't they? They were certainly acting like it back at Gibraltar. Did it really matter if they didn't make a big scene of the relationship? Fareeha thought for sure it wouldn't, but at the same time, perhaps it irked her more than anticipated not being able to openly admit the closeness between the two women.

Fareeha bit at her lip, texting a small message to Brigette.

"What if I said I was in love with Angela Ziegler?"

She hit "send" and a wave of anxiety passed through her veins. What on earth was she doing? How easily she became undone in the face of this bizarre scenario she had somehow embraced and still relished.

Her phone beeped, and the response came so quickly Fareeha wondered if it was someone else randomly messaging her.

"I'd say the line is way over there. Hahah!"

A beat.

"Is that a fact though?"

Fareeha didn't know how to answer, and was fortunately relieved of the pressure when Angela exited the washroom at last, her hair pulled out of its signature ponytail and her entire appearance as enrapturing as ever.

'Are you okay, Angela? Can I get you anything?' Fareeha shifted on her bed, one leg hanging over the side but allowing enough space for the other woman to sit if she so desired.

Angela furtively looked to and fro, eyeing various spots in the room as she somewhat sauntered over to Fareeha, a strangeness in the way she moved, as if she was nervous but anxiously purposeful at once. Fareeha breathed out slowly. Was this where the doctor finally broke things off, realizing how bizarre it perhaps was to fall for Fareeha in even the smallest way? She just couldn't read the older woman, and never before had Fareeha wished she was better at such social skills.

'Not at all…' Angela finally giggled, and then met Fareeha's eyes after what felt like so long. The look sent a chill up the Egyptian's spine, and a sudden lust clashed into her chest. Angela grinned slyly, biting at her lower lip and blushing terribly as she closed the space between herself and Fareeha, sitting on her lap and wrapping her legs suddenly around the younger woman. Her slender fingers touched the back of Fareeha's neck, and she stroked her skin, the sensation glorious.

'Fareeha…' Angela sighed, and Fareeha needn't be told twice. She kissed Angela passionately, squeezing her body against her own and tasting the other woman immediately, the embrace somehow even more raw and exposed than before. Angela gripped Fareeha almost desperately, her strength evident and fear of perhaps losing her successfully transferring.

'Is everything alright, Angela?' Fareeha whispered, noting the fervent way Angela was touching her.

'I just…' Angela uttered. 'I want to be with you…'

'I'm right here.' Fareeha felt it appropriate to say.

'I wish to feel you. All of you.'

'All of…?' Fareeha blinked, that same desire from before beginning to swell at the mere thought.

Angela gave Fareeha another peck, but then touched her chest, pushing her back so the younger woman was lying upon the bed. Angela helped her lay completely flat by moving her legs onto the mattress as well, and then shifted her own body so that she was straddling Fareeha's waist with her groin pressed against her "bodyguard's" stomach. Angela then reached down to the rim of her sweater, crossing her arms over one another, and pulled the material up and over her head, tossing the shirt to the side. She unclipped her bra next, shuffling it away as well in another instant.

Fareeha could only stare, hesitating to allow her hands to caress the lovely body before her, the way Angela's chest naturally curved visually stimulating.

'Heh. You really do find me attractive, don't you?' Angela's face reddened further. 'Your eyes…truly lit up. That's one way to give a lady confidence, I suppose.'

'How many times do I need to repeat myself, Angela? I restrain the urge to simply take in your beauty on an overly frequent basis. I…still have trouble fathoming this very moment as my own.'

'Too kind…' Angela whimpered. 'Allow me to show just how much I…appreciate you as well.'

Fareeha grinned, wondering what that exact comment meant. Angela began stroking Fareeha's cheeks, tickling her skin and moving her hands to the woman's collar, to her bare arms, to her sides, over her hips and under her shirt, lifting the material up and massaging Fareeha all the while.

'Mmm…' Fareeha closed her eyes. She reached forward and managed a small handful of Angela's firm body, but the other woman seized her wrists, lowering her arms to her sides again.

'Might I request a promise?' Angela's voice sang.

'Er…Yes?'

'Let me lead this. Simply enjoy it, Fareeha.'

'What?'

'I know it will be a challenge, since you prefer to give than receive at all times, but I am asking you to accept what I am willing to provide. Can you do that for me, Ms. Amari?'

It was true. Even now, Fareeha wished to reverse the positions. She wanted to make Angela feel good. She wanted to watch the other woman submit under her touch. Revelling in someone else's efforts with the sole purpose of bringing her pleasure was going to be difficult, but because Angela was being so demanding, there was only one answer available.

'…I'll try.'

'Promise me. I will be displeased if you break this promise.'

Fareeha swallowed, relaxing her form.

'You have my word.'

Angela nodded after a moment, seeming apprehensive despite her bold requests.

'Then I shall do my very best based on the knowledge I have.' And Angela began, leaning down and starting with Fareeha's neck, kissing a trail to her lips and opening her mouth wider with the other woman's. Her hands pulled at Fareeha's shirt until it was bunched up over her breasts, and in another swift movement, Angela undid her bra, removing it and the troublesome material so that both girls were naked from the waist up. She kneaded Fareeha's right breast with one free hand, and kissed her other affectionately, encircling the tip with her tongue and alternating between that and tender sucks.

'A-ah…!' Fareeha couldn't hold it in. She didn't want to be overly vocal, but her entire body was abuzz, and she stroked Angela's hair, pushing her fingers through the blonde locks and gritting her teeth with joy. She could feel the other woman's chest grazing her stomach, and the way her backside was curved high into the air as she serviced Fareeha was just more stimulation the younger girl could barely handle. Her breaths were quickening, and her heart sped up, hammering against her prickling skin. It was all just too much. Never before had a man been so focussed on her enjoyment of the interaction. The guilt was almost unbearable, but then Angela would touch her just the right way, or kiss around her naval, and Fareeha's toes curled into themselves, the mere fact Dr. Angela Ziegler was being so sexually aggressive with her of all people another point of arousal.

'Now…I hope my research was worth it…' Angela whispered, and before Fareeha could ask what she meant, the woman was unbuttoning Fareeha's jeans, the zipper pulled down and the bottom half of the younger girl's cover yanked to her knees.

'W-wait…!' Fareeha almost sat up, but it was as if Angela knew she would resist at this point, and her hand was already forcing her back down.

'You promised, Fareeha.'

'B-but…I haven't showered…A-and I'm caked in sweat…!'

'Honestly, it's somewhat part of the charm.' Angela winked, and Fareeha wanted to counter, but the doctor's naturally adept fingers began massaging between her legs, teasing the thin, black material that covered the most sensitive part of Fareeha's body. She twitched in response, but her natural instincts knew what they wanted, as they had when Angela and she first began attempting to make love before. Fareeha's hips rocked forward, and she bit at her hand, scrunching her eyes shut and sensing the way her innards swirled with a fluid of longing and desire.

'Ngh…!' She groaned.

Fareeha's first time had hurt. It hurt an incredible amount. It was painful until the very end, after barely five minutes had passed and her partner was pulling plastic off himself full of pastel-white liquid. He claimed it was great, and lit a cigarette quickly thereafter, wishing aloud all women stayed as tight as Fareeha was. She never spoke to him again. She learned sometime after that if a woman wasn't properly aroused during intercourse, the insertion of anything was bound to be uncomfortable, especially something with the elasticity of another human's skin.

In this moment with Angela, however, Fareeha's black underwear was so damp she thought she had wet herself accidently. When she realized she hadn't, she fully understood the difference between her first sexual experience and this one. They were world's apart.

'It would appear we have no choice, my dear.' Angela said in a hushed tone, and Fareeha gasped, covering her face as her body was completely exposed, the soaked material stripped down off her ankles alongside her stressed jeans. Was she embarrassed? Of course. But was she also in a state of hunger and unparalleled excitement? Even more so.

'My! How beautiful!' Angela giggled.

'Don't…' Fareeha could hardly speak clearly. Her mind was full of fog, and her eyes were lulled into delirium.

'I didn't expect you to be one to stay so delightfully groomed. I suppose with your workouts and such it would be much more comfortable.'

'You're…teasing me…' Fareeha moaned.

'Not quite. But now I am.'

'Ah…! A-ah…! Ngh…!' Fareeha's whole body was shocked with electricity, Angela's soft, warm tongue pressing against her and circumnavigating around while one hand massaged above her mouth, the absurdly receptive little piece of Fareeha making her twitch over and over, her mouth agape and loud groans escaping her lips constantly now.

Where had Angela learned of such a thing? Was this normal? How many men had practically demanded Fareeha do something similar to them? Was that the turning point for her? The revulsion was incomparable, but this…this was too glorious. Glorious and utterly awkward, yet Fareeha's state of mind could only accept it all so willingly.

Then, when the younger woman thought it couldn't get any better, Angela's tongue slid inside her, and she almost screamed, the doctor's fingers joining the efforts and practically forcing Fareeha's body into the air she was so unbalanced by the onslaught of sensations. Her outcries only seemed to encourage Angela, and the older girl's confidence grew alongside the rapturous state Fareeha found herself in.

'God…Angela…Oh…O-oh…!'

This was why some individuals were so obsessed with sex. It made much more sense now. Fareeha's eyes were rolling back into her head, and the tingling in her stomach moved into her groin, little jolts circulating alongside her pelvis into her womanhood, the pulsating burning and aching. It was all happening so quickly, and she didn't want it to end, but Angela was too skilled. Either that, or the simple fact it was Angela herself was enough to put Fareeha nearly over the edge before they began.

'I'm…I-I'm…!' Fareeha wheezed, and her knees banged into one another, her hands pushing down on Angela's head as an eruption of buzzing pleasure pinched inside, convulsions making her flinch again and again, the feeling otherworldly, and the way Fareeha's voice shifted into a strange octave foreign to even her. Her vision went white, and she sighed loudly as the letdown occurred.

Angela lay atop her, in another moment, kissing her softly, the fact her mouth was still covered in various fluids somehow nearly enough to set Fareeha off all over again.

'How was that, Fareeha Amari?' Angela inquired cutely, teasing Fareeha's hair and pushing some loose strands away from her glistening face.

'I…have never…felt such things.' Fareeha couldn't get the words out. She was perfectly drained.

'Truly?' Angela looked perplexed. 'Despite having been with a man before?'

'Incomparable. The difference…in desire eclipses anything before.'

This appeared to paint a permanent smile on Angela, and she rested her head on Fareeha's bare chest, drawing little designs on her skin as she spoke again.

'What you did for me today, Ms. Amari, made me want to do this.'

'Really…?'

'Quite. Because it also made me realize something very important.'

'O-oh?' A tweak stabbed at Fareeha's brain, but the doctor read her perfectly, as always.

'It's nothing to be concerned about. However, I do hesitate to tell you. It's a frightening claim, I'll have you aware; especially for me.'

Fareeha didn't have a clue, and that meant she wanted to know all the more. She got her shaky hands to rest on Angela's back, noticing the other woman had, at one point, removed her bottoms as well, only a small pair of lacy, white underwear hardly covering anything at all.

'Can you tell me?'

Angela turned so her chin was between Fareeha's breasts, and she touched her nose, smiling brilliantly but clearly hesitating. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and cocked her head slightly to the right.

'I love you.'

Fareeha didn't know enough German to make out the extent of the claim.

'Um…Pardon?'

'Fareeha Amari,' Angela met Fareeha's eyes with her brilliant blue ones, tears beginning to fill them. 'I'm in love with you. I love you. I truly, honestly do. You…are everything I could ever want in a partner, friend, and lover. It took thirty-seven years, but I can earnestly say, with no semblance of doubt in my mind, that it was inarguably worth every second of delay.'

'Angela…!' Fareeha blinked, touching the other girl's face. Was she allowed to have so much happiness in such a short amount of time? This woman, whom she had admired since she could fathom the concept, could look at her in such a way?

'Perhaps I am making the claim a touch prematurely in some eyes, but I care not. What I feel cannot be denied. It…terrifies me, but I won't allow that to hurt you again. I only wish to make you as happy as you make me, and thus, I could only think to start with this; a moment interrupted now fulfilled.'

'No.' Fareeha shook her head, pushing herself up and moving in behind Angela, extending her leg so she could feel Angela's back pressing in between her thighs. 'Not yet.'

'Fareeha…' Angela shuddered, and it was all Fareeha could do to stop herself from being too aggressive. She reached around and cupped Angela's breasts in her strong hands, her own chest against the woman's back. She kissed the doctor's ear and neck, moving to her collar, shoulder, and then back up again. Angela lifted her arms and held Fareeha's head, the movement stretching her body erotically, the tightness of her skin beneath Fareeha's touch incredible. Small gasps of excitement passed through Angela's lips, and Fareeha traced past her naval and into her underwear, the transition making her vision blur for a second as she felt Angela's moist, confined crevice.

'A-ah…! Gentle, Fareeha…'

It was a surprisingly tall order. This was Angela's first time, and that was now very apparent. This, of course, only made Fareeha's hunger grow. She angled Angela's face to hers, and kissed her deeply, recalling what made herself feel good during seldom, private sessions of self-pleasure. She caressed the other woman softly, paying special attention to the tight little bud that hardened beneath Fareeha's touch.

'Mmm…mm…Mm…!' Angela moaned, her mouth covered by Fareeha's, but her hips starting to react, rocking on the bed, pushing her backside into Fareeha's groin here and there, which only added to the experience further. She gripped Fareeha's head tightly, and finally, Fareeha just managed to slip her index finger in. Angela broke away from the kiss then, her nails digging into Fareeha and little whimpers escaping her throat.

'T-that…isn't undesirable…is it?' She whispered almost comedically.

Fareeha kissed her again, but couldn't get over how constrained her hand felt. Angela's body was enveloping her, she was so tight, and it was hard to move without the fear of hurting the woman.

'It's okay…Please proceed…' Angela encouraged, and this helped. It enabled Fareeha to be bold. It gave her leave to fill Angela a little more when it was possible. It made the remainder of their lovemaking a beautiful moment Fareeha wanted to engrain in her mind forever. The way Angela's body rocked, craving more. The way her angelic voice soared. The way her pretty bottom backed into Fareeha's swollen wishes. The way she quivered and sighed. The way she grabbed hold of Fareeha's wrist, moans coming out in bursts, and her body clasping so hard over Fareeha's fingers she lost feeling in them for a moment.

It was all so perfect.

It was over too quickly.

Fareeha felt the weight of Angela's head on her arm as they lay in the other bed together, still naked, and still infatuated with one another. Angela's hands rested on Fareeha's chest, and she kissed her cheek regularly as she spoke.

'That was wonderful.' She said quite simply, obviously smiling. 'You were so charming and kind. I felt you in every act, and it only made the event ever the more lovely. I couldn't have asked for better for my first time, Fareeha.'

'It…seemed so natural for me, surprisingly. I was comfortable doing anything I could for you, and I easily understood what you wanted as we went along. Heheh. I enjoyed being with you very, very much.'

'Was my service…acceptable?'

Fareeha laughed loudly, kissing Angela's head.

'I didn't last long, did I?'

'I am not sure.'

'Trust me; I don't think it's ever happened so quickly for me. Never with a man. Sometimes not even with myself.'

'Oh? You do such things, Fareeha?' Angela giggled.

'You don't?'

'When I was younger and as curious as ever, I suppose, but I can't recall since.'

'Unbelievable.' Fareeha sighed.

'The thought of you performing the act of masturbation is rather arousing, I must admit.'

'Angela! Do you have to be so blunt?'

'Hm? Is that the incorrect term?'

'Well, no, but still…'

'Ah! You are embarrassed. That seems reasonable, but it's only me.'

The implications sent a heartfelt buzz through Fareeha's body.

'True. Very true.'

There was a calming silence between the two women, the warmth of one another's body soothing, and the completed acts between them causing fatigue and the urge to rest within a gentle embrace. Fareeha's eyelids were weighing her down even then, and for a split second, she feared she would awake from this dream that she couldn't simply accept as her present reality.

'You never responded to me, by the by, Ms. Amari.'

'Hm?'

'I do not expect you to have the exact same feelings, but where you stand in relation to me would be nice to know.'

'Oh!' Fareeha couldn't believe she forgot to actually answer the doctor verbally. It was an emotion she had harboured for what seemed like forever, and saying it aloud just didn't cross her mind since she felt it was worn on her sleeve at all times. Still, Angela clearly needed some form of response, and Fareeha stroked her pretty blonde hair as she smiled wide, her cheeks hurting she was so full of unfiltered happiness.

'Angela, my princess, I am quite certain I've been in love since the moment I first laid eyes on you.'