Pharah

Shinsegae Centrum City was once considered the largest shopping complex in the world. Since its Guinness World Record, however, more buildings such as the one Fareeha and Angela attempted to navigate had sprouted up, namely one in Hong King, China which now held the official title. Nonetheless, Shinsegae was quite something to explore, and Fareeha didn't mind the grand scope of it all, with everything around her sparkling, and the sheer mass of people and conversations occurring so rapidly truly overwhelming in every sense of the word. English could be heard prominently enough, but Asian culture still bucked at the idea of the language being universally accepted as the primary tongue to be spoken, lending the background noise to a barrage of Korean dialect Fareeha couldn't make heads or tails of as well.

Not that any of it mattered that much to her.

To say she was somewhat distracted would be a slight understatement. Angela danced about the various shops, perusing the jewellery, clothes, and interesting knick-knacks in a gorgeous spring dress, the tasteful floral print and primarily white-coloured piece drawing not only Fareeha's attention, but many of the Korean resident's eye. She was not only a foreigner, but one with light, golden blonde hair and mesmerizingly bright blue eyes. She was slender and tall with just the perfect amount of curves, and her outfit made her all the more appealing.

Fareeha drew her own attention, she noticed, but her Amazonian build had a different flair of spectacle, resulting in dumbfounded stares or earnest attempts not to pay her too much heed. She didn't honestly care what others thought of her, what with her sleeveless shirt and jean shorts, but she did find herself concerned with how Angela was perceived because of her, and wanted to conduct herself accordingly, as always.

'Fareeha! Over here!' Angela waved her down, and Fareeha had to be a little forceful as she pushed through the constant crowd she wasn't exactly used to. Angela was before quite the collection of sparkling jewelry, the diamonds and other gems glimmering practically unnatural.

'Quite the selection…'

'Indeed! Although you don't have to pretend to be interested.'

'I-I'm not.'

'Which one do you fancy, then, Fareeha?'

'Hm. The onyx collection is appealing.'

'Oh, yes! Black suits you wonderfully, I must say. Topaz or the ruby style would fair sufficiently as well. Your skin tone is quite fetching.'

'Is it?'

'You know this. I've said it before.'

'I can't quite recall.' Fareeha feigned ignorance.

'Oho! Lacking in compliments, are we? Shall I go on?'

'Not here, no.'

'But then when shall I praise your knee-weakening gaze, sensual abdominals, or passionate touch, hm?'

She was in full teasing mode, and Fareeha could see that her words weren't completely lost on the customers around them.

'W-what about you?' Fareeha tried, indicating the sets of expensive jewelry again. 'Is there a type that draws your eye?'

'Heh.' Angela calmed mercifully. 'I find myself intrigued by the lighter tones. So, the pearls, amethyst, and rose quartz, you see?'

'I do. Any would look good on you, really.'

'I never gave it that much thought until now, but perhaps someday I shall treat myself.'

'Maybe…' Fareeha thought about which piece would look best, wondering if she could perhaps stealthily make the purchase given such an opportunity. The earrings? No. Necklace, perhaps? It was a bit much. A ring? A little too serious? But Fareeha was serious. Very much so.

'I will refuse it, Fareeha.' Angela raised a brow slyly. 'Do not waste your money on such trinkets. Even from you, I would rather the funds be given to one of the charities I support. I do not need something that shines uselessly while children and adults alike suffer. I struggle enough with this vacation as it is. Don't make it worse for me.'

'Angela…'

'I mean it. A little purchase here and there is fine, but these accessorise are far too expensive. The cost doesn't add value to it for me, Fareeha. Show me a receipt from one of my charities and I would be that much more appreciative.'

Fareeha shook her head, loving how dedicated Angela was, but finding some frustration in not being able to do something extravagant for her like this. They were lovely gems, but Angela's tone made it very clear; she would be pained by such frivolity, and thus, Fareeha turned her eyes away.

Still, exploring Shinsegae was an incredible experience. Taking escalator after escalator up each floor, the sheer height of the building and all the shops it housed absolutely amazing. Each sector had its own personality, from the perfume stores to the clothing, to the furniture, to more and more jewelry. The salesclerks were a little aggressive, but Angela had a way with them that seemed to tactfully push them along and away. Everything was clean, and Fareeha enjoyed having silly moments with Angela as she tried on various clothes and acted just a little senseless, which made her all the more endearing. Fortunately, Angela wasn't completely against purchasing something as functional as outfits for herself, and she even collected a mass quantity of articles she found a particularly good deal on, utilizing the service provided to ship the six boxes-worth to her desired locations in need.

'There.' Fareeha cut in as the transaction was being completed, tapping her credit card to the machine and visually confirming the successful sale.

'Fareeha…!' Angela rarely lost composure in public, but her eyes immediately began watering, and she shook her head in disbelief. 'No…! That was…that was a small fortune-worth of product! Y-you didn't have to – '

The clerk eyed the scenario with apprehensive jumpiness, likely praying the enormous transaction under her numbers wouldn't be immediately refunded. Fareeha simply nodded confidently, taking the bags that were actually Angela's.

'Thank-you.' She said to the clerk's relief, and dismissed herself, allowing a flustered Angela to follow.

'Fareeha Amari! I am quite well off because of everything I have accomplished in life. To me, that amount truly is hardly a drop in what I have access to should I wish it. However, you just became a Master, and I am well aware of what the army generally offers as compensation. Surely you – '

'For you, no amount is too much, Angela.' Fareeha cut the woman off, turning to her with bags in tow. 'I want for nothing so long as you remain at my side. That is the simple reality of it all. Allow me this small token of affection, for it is hardly anything when compared to the unparalleled happiness you bring me every second of every day.'

Angela opened her mouth to say more, but then hastily clamped it shut, her cheeks turning bright red as she almost pouted.

'That's my good girl.' Fareeha gave her lady a little hip check, loving this closeness. 'You know how stubborn I can be.'

'Matched only by my own at times, yes.' Angela relented.

'Come on. It's past noon already. The basement has food, from what I read. Let's try some things and then head to the beach.'

'Oh, alright.' And Fareeha considered her gift a success, for Angela was especially clingy, rubbing her arm as she held it and even giving Fareeha a light peck in public when a moment of closeness (such as waiting to descend on an escalator) presented itself. No amount of money could buy the feelings working their way through Fareeha's heart. She had found her reason to smile without reserve.

The basement floor of Shinsegae was an entirely different beast, with frantic shoppers and lines everywhere for food. It was interesting enough, and the shows the various cooks and bakers put on for their audience as they put together meals was fascinating. Fareeha found one chef catching her eye as he wielded knives with deadly precision, slicing at vegetables with speed Genji would be proud of. Angela clearly noticed Fareeha's intrigue, for she suggested they eat at his station eventually, an incredible dish of fried rice, eggs, vegetables, and an assortment of meat mixed into a delightfully flavourful plate worth waiting for. Before leaving Shinsegae completely and catching one of the many buses constantly circulating the city, Angela and Fareeha purchased an enormous cheesecake, the weight of the sinful treat something Fareeha had to bear until they returned to their hotel room.

'It looks quite different during the day!' It was the first thing Angela said as she and Fareeha stepped onto Haeundae Beach, the clear sky and sprinkled sand all around them. 'It stretches so far out, and there are people absolutely everywhere!'

'True…' Fareeha glanced away, wondering what lay hidden beneath Angela's light zip-up sweater that concealed her lovely body, reaching just below her upper thigh. Fareeha herself had picked, quite naturally, a black bikini, opting to have her jean shorts overtop of the bottoms. While Angela wore a cute straw sunhat, Fareeha was in a red baseball cap, the rim of it pinching against her aviator sunglasses. She carried a large umbrella, a few towels, and even some refreshments for herself and Angela, most of which lovingly provided by the hotel staff, dubbing it "service" or what have you. It would be a fun day. The sun was beaming, and Angela could finally relax just a little.

'Goodness.' Angela gave Fareeha a restrained grin. 'Must you display your stomach so? It's surely distracting to those around us.'

'I don't think that's true.' Fareeha scanned the area, noting more than a few stares, but most of them resting on Angela's angelic appearance. 'I seem to frighten most of the locals.'

'S-still…I didn't expect your outfit to be so revealing…'

'Oh?' Fareeha smiled, approaching Angela so her abdominals grazed the older woman's arm.

'Not so close…' Angela reddened too cutely.

'Am I distracting you, Angela Ziegler?'

'Hmph. I do not like it when you tease me in public like this.'

'Hah! But it's fine for you to do so to me?'

'I have seniority.'

'Ridiculous.'

'If you don't want to make a scene, I suggest you step away. I will pounce upon you, Fareeha.'

'I almost want to see it!'

Angela huffed again, stomping away a bit.

'You're a naughty little girl. I suppose one must be punished for behaving so.'

'Am I about to be slapped?' Fareeha giggled.

'No. Much worse.' Angela grinned devilishly, and while Fareeha contemplated what that could mean exactly, Angela removed her sweater, the swift motion catching her off balance as a red, full-body, skin-tight swimsuit was revealed, a white cross overtop the left breast that was hugged so snuggly within the material. Fareeha almost dropped the gear, her blood instantly quickening at the sight. A bit of Angela's backside curved out of the suit, and she turned, seductively making eyes at Fareeha without a hint of subtlety.

'Oh, my God…' Fareeha breathed.

'Less is more, as they say?' Angela bit at her lip, finally giving in to the embarrassment she must've been feeling. 'Lena suggested such a suit. She said it would…er…drive you wild. Something akin to an old, rather silly show about lifeguards in somewhat dysfunctional swimsuits? She won me over by saying, generally, this is a spinoff style based on those who serve as saviours at the beach. Fitting, no?'

'Very.' Fareeha swallowed, having to look elsewhere.

'Aha! Having a taste of sweet karma, hm? A pity we aren't in our room, I suppose. The things you would do to me?'

Fareeha shook her head, trying to think straight as she answered.

'We have to return there eventually.' She decided to say, and a strange look came over Angela. Nothing overly concerning, but an uncanny expression of expectation and excitement, as if she knew something Fareeha didn't.

'That is true, isn't it?'

The two women scoured for a space for their stuff, and eventually managed to squeeze in beside a young Korean family with their little girl who was quite busy building her grand sandcastle. Pleasantries were exchanged, with Angela displaying her command of the language once again, and soon everything was settled, the umbrella creating some much-needed shade and just the right amount of privacy. They covered themselves in spray-on sunscreen, Fareeha getting the pleasure of rubbing the stuff onto a spot on Angela's back she couldn't reach, and the two women were on their way, walking about the grand beach in the daylight and enjoying the crashing waves and sounds of others having a grand time.

Fareeha reached for Angela's hand, and she took it willingly, moving in close to the other woman and pressing her arm against her, an intense amount of affection transferred through the act.

'I hope everything is well back at the base…' Angela decided to mention, and Fareeha nodded.

'We'll be returning before we know it. Although I am concerned as well, to a degree, I must say this is a pretty great vacation. Busan is a beautiful city, and this beach is very cool! It seems to go on forever, doesn't it?'

'Indeed! Best not to venture too far lest we lose where we placed our belongings.'

'True! So many people as well!'

'Yes. This is Korea, after all. It has a densely packed populace. Oh! Look there! Heheh!'

'My, my! A tanned bunch, aren't they?'

Angela pointed at a group of men playing volleyball, all of them abnormally dark and wearing very little. They strutted about proudly, their fairly ripped bodies difficult to ignore. They were obviously something of an anomaly, much like Fareeha and Angela in a way, because Koreans were generally more reserved than not, bikinis, such as Fareeha's notably rare, as she observed.

'They appear to be having a good time.'

'But are one man short of a fair game.'

'Well, whatever could we do about that?'

Fareeha glanced down to Angela, and she gave her a shove. Fareeha needn't be told twice. She was always interested in some physical activity, and liked sports enough. She introduced herself, and offered to join with the appropriate hand gestures and broken English returned to her. Soon enough, she was playing beachball volleyball with a mass of half-naked men, her height the same if not taller than all of them.

Angela clapped with encouragement, screaming out Korean and English while she acted as something of a referee, waving her hands about cutely and eventually being handed a whistle by another spectator. The event become something of a marvel, and Fareeha had great fun involving herself, beginning to sweat profusely by the end of the third round. Still, the men were loving her by this point, and a small crowd had gathered, a number of young males speaking to Angela boldly.

This, obviously, annoyed Fareeha, but she restrained herself, knowing Angela was a grown woman and could fend for herself just fine. She had done so over the course of her almost forty years on earth, hadn't she? Yes. Fareeha would simply focus on the game. Focus. Bump. Spike. Set. Serve. Bump. Spike. Set. Serve. Bump…is that man putting his arm around her Angela!?

'I think I'm done.' Fareeha stepped off the court and hooked her own arm around Angela, fearing what sort of reaction her lady was having to her jealous aggression. 'Lovers!' She said clearly, bringing Angela to the edge of the beach where the water was cascading toward them at soothing intervals. She could hear a rather loud amount of discussion being had at the sudden dismissal, and part of her regretted her immaturity, but she simply couldn't help it.

'I'm sorry.' Fareeha shook her head, still not brave enough to look at Angela's face. 'I lose all composure at the thought of anyone taking you from me. It's foolish; I understand, but – '

'Do you not recall our trip to the lady's room in Oasis, Fareeha?' Angela interrupted, a touch of amusement in her voice.

'I…I do. Fondly even.'

'Well. If that's the case, I fear I don't understand your apology, for I acted in much the same way. Par for the course considering our honeymoon period is lasting longer than anticipated. I read that it will pass.'

'Hard to imagine.' Fareeha tried, but it just didn't seem possible. 'And you read up on such a thing? Ever the scholar.'

Angela blushed a little at this, and Fareeha smiled broadly. This made her partner pout even further, and with a quick shove, Fareeha was stumbling into the water, splashing about up to her shins and going tense at the low temperature of the ocean.

'You challenge me?' Fareeha squinted playfully, and Angela appeared to catch on to what was coming, for she gave a small squeak just before she was pounced on, Fareeha lifting her with ease and stomping through the water to a deeper part.

'Don't! Don't! Don't! Fareeha! Don't!' Angela begged, struggling to no avail.

'Never start a fight you can't finish. That's basic training.' And Fareeha tossed her, the splash that accompanied Angela's submersion satisfying and hilarious.

'I cannot believe you!' Angela pounded her hands into the water, attacking Fareeha with projectiles made of the same hydration that had engulfed her.

'Feh. Pitiful.' Fareeha pursued the game, walking toward Angela without flinching. 'It would seem you haven't learned your lesson, young lady.'

'I-I'm older than you!'

'This again.' Fareeha stopped, gave Angela a wink, and then jumped in beside her, sitting upon the sand and allowing the water to level about her chest as she glanced at Angela, moving some wet hair from her face.

'Did I go too far?' She asked tentatively, and although Angela tried valiantly to hold a straight face, she couldn't restrain the sudden laughter exploding from deep within, her voice like wind chimes in the air.

'What were you, some sort of villain? Goodness, Fareeha! It was hysterical! Hahah! My! I was quite frightened for a moment, I won't lie. You even went so far as to tossing me in? You're becoming quite comfortable within our relationship, aren't you?'

Fareeha chuckled hesitantly.

'Perhaps…too comfortable?'

'No!' Angela touched Fareeha's lips, opening her hand to cradle the woman's face. Her fingers were a little cold, but the connection was always welcome. 'Believe me, the more I learn about you – the closer we become – the more I am hopelessly falling in love with you all over again. Show me more of what makes Fareeha Amari Fareeha Amari, won't you? I cannot get enough whatsoever.'

Fareeha breathed out in a sigh of subtle relief.

'I just enjoy being with you, Angela. I can relax. I'm learning more about myself, to be honest. Never before have I been so open with another living being. I am truly blessed.'

'As am I.' Angela grinned adorably, and Fareeha moved in a little closer. 'Are you going to kiss me now?' She asked a little strangely.

'If…that is alright.' Fareeha flinched back.

'Not at all. Please do.'

And Fareeha did just that, something in the act having changed in a way Fareeha couldn't describe easily. Were their lips simply becoming more accustomed to one another? How could kissing Angela electrify Fareeha even further than before? She breathed out, breaking away from the woman and covering her mouth shyly.

'Mm. It wasn't just me, then?' Angela's eyes were wide, the bright sun nearly making her gorgeous irises white.

'I…'

'Heh. Do not concern yourself too terribly with it, Fareeha.'

A pause, with the sounds of the ocean and a nearby beach enough to fill the void of silence.

'I propose we keep such public displays of affection to a minimum – and do not think for a moment I say this because I don't wish to – but I fear my control is slipping that much more easily and certain…biological processes initiate rather effortlessly due to your pleasing and welcomed touch. It is not proper…'

Fareeha processed what Angela said, realizing it was more of a compliment than not, and thus, she understood the roundabout way she was making quite the claim.

'Okay. I understand. It is for the best.'

Angela floated in a little closer, touching Fareeha's leg beneath the water.

'Tonight, my knight. Tonight.'

A chill ran Fareeha's spine. She didn't need to hear any more. Thank goodness they were already in the water. Angela was more than correct. How easily it happened for Fareeha now. How ready she was already.

Once Fareeha managed to cool down, relaxing in the ocean with Angela proved to be a worthwhile experience. Although she wasn't one to simply waste a day away with doing nothing productive, this was certainly a nice change of pace, and watching other people go about their days on the beach was entertaining in its own right. Scanning the sky and looking off into the distance at the sprawling metropolis that was Busan city was impressive as well, the city metamorphosizing between a day version and night version of itself, Fareeha having difficulty believing the seizure-inducing lights of the landscape the night before was the same area she and Angela currently gazed out upon. Neon, flashing images everywhere one looked, with shops, apartments, and people utilizing any and all space provided despite the looming threat of the unique omnics that terrorized the land on the regular.

'Ah! Look over there! Quite the gathering of individuals, wouldn't you say?' Angela pointed, her arm glimmering and her chest just barely floating above the water's surface. Fareeha ripped her eyes away and noticed what the older woman was indicating, an almost frighteningly large amount of folk practically running to what appeared to be some sort of event.

As if perfectly on cue, music exploded from the spectacle, and Fareeha moved closer to the edge of the beach, lifting her head in a futile attempt to see anything a little more clearly in the distance. The tune was full of energy, but a little too pop-y for Fareeha's personal taste.

'What on earth could possibly be happening to validate such a sudden event?' Angela touched Fareeha's arm.

'Want to find out?'

Fareeha and Angela hastily dried themselves off, Angela choosing to put her light zip-up and hat back on before taking Fareeha's hand and allowing herself to be led to the event. The music got louder, and the gathered crowd's obvious excitement only amplified the air of anticipation. Fareeha could make out multiple signs that were clearly advertising some form of energy drink, or whatever it was, and Angela was the one who pointed out an image of the same young woman she had discussed during their landing within Busan.

'I see! It's a sponsored event for…Nano Cola? Is DVa truly going to be present?'

'That would explain the crowd, wouldn't it?'

'My! She's something of a hero, from what I understand. Perhaps we should do our best to meet with her and thank her for the contributions she made to the war. As much as I would love to have her join Overwatch, I do believe she makes the right decision by staying here for the time being.'

'So do I…' Fareeha swallowed her jealousy, hating the way she couldn't control it as easily as she wished.

'Everyone! Thank-you for joining us today! After her most recent battle against the Gwishin, DVa has fully recovered and is happy to be here to not only promote the delicious Nano Cola, but to also show her appreciation to you, the people of Busan, for staying strong in the face of danger! So, let's put our hands together for Hana Song a.k.a. DVa~!'

'Oh, my! She's really here!'

But Fareeha could hardly hear Angela for the cheering and music was too loud, and the crowd began shuffling about, everyone doing everything within their power to even catch a glimpse of their city's most popular celebrity at this moment in history. Fareeha noted the intrigue in Angela's voice, and she quickly lifted her lady up and onto her shoulders, reveling in the body pushing against her head, and holding Angela's pleasing legs with pride.

'Can you see anything now?' She screamed up to her.

'Oh, my gosh! Fareeha, you absolutely brilliant woman! Your strength never fails to impress! Heheh! There's nothing worth relaying just yet, but – '

What Angela said next couldn't be heard. The cheers became deafening, and the music reached its peak. Angela was clapping away, and Fareeha could only assume that DVa had made her appearance and was proceeding through the crowd to the stage that was clearly implemented into Haeundae Beach for this very reason.

'Everyone! Thank-you for being here today for this super special event!'

She had a cute voice, Fareeha would give her that. The crowd was going absolutely wild, the stardom of this young woman on an entirely different level than Fareeha would have guessed.

'My team's Mekas are just about completely repaired, and that means those annoying Gwishin are way closer to being destroyed forever! Even as it adapts and changes, so do we, and with your support and faith, I know we can win!'

The screaming was almost too much, but Angela seemed to be having a good time, and she was cheering away, showing her support to a fellow hero.

'I'm so excited to be here today, and even more excited to be able to fight again! As a lot of you know, I kinda have a bad habit of snacking and binging on Nano Cola! I'm pretty sure my blood is made of the stuff now.'

Laughter. Fareeha didn't really understand everything DVa was saying, but that was fine.

'But it IS really yummy, and it has some surprisingly good nutrients going on inside, so, if you ever need a boost, definitely go for a Nano Cola, ESPECIALLY since half of the proceeds go toward our Meka Program and relief funds for parts of our country that still need help! I am proud to be partnered with Nano Cola, and have seen firsthand the work they're doing to better our country and the world!'

'I like her!' Angela claimed loud enough for Fareeha to hear.

'With that, let's get this show on the road! I'll be here for a few hours, so, please form a neat and tidy line so we can start the meet and greet! I can't wait to say "hi" to you all, and remember to maybe grab a drink while you're here! Let's totally win this war in memory of those who fought to get us here!'

Angela tapped Fareeha's shoulder, and she eased her down, staying close to the woman as she spoke into her ear.

'We don't have to if you don't want to, but this is something of a meet and greet, I suppose. Would you mind standing in line with me? I would love to speak with her.'

Fareeha eyed the line, knowing it was at least a couple of hours worth of waiting. Still, Angela hardly ever asked for much, thus, Fareeha's answer came easily.

'Of course. Anything for you.'

Angela's smile was reward enough, but when she kissed Fareeha, giving her upper lip a small touch of her tongue, Fareeha had no regrets…even two and a half hours later when she and Angela finally neared the front of the line, the music now grating on Fareeha's nerves a bit and the constant shoving a little aggravating.

'I will show my thanks, Fareeha. Understand that.' Angela whispered closely, making Fareeha outwardly shiver, before approaching DVa, speaking fluent Korean to the young woman's initial surprise.

'My name is Angela Ziegler, and it is an honour to meet you, Hana Song. What you do here for your country is truly admirable, and your support of those still in need brings me nothing but joy!'

'Angela Ziegler!? Hold on! Like, THE Angela Ziegler? I don't even do the whole biology thing and even I know about you! Oh, my gosh! You're crazy famous! One of the original heroes! You're so beautiful!'

'Thank-you! The pleasure is mine. Do you mind?' Angela glanced back to Fareeha considerately.

'Oh! Yeah. No problem. I can do English. Hi!' DVa waved to Fareeha, and she felt her stomach do a little turn. In person she really was quite adorable. A tiny thing with modest curves, but a certain mischievous allure that wasn't so terrible. She was much more honest and down to earth than Fareeha assumed she would be as well. Attractive all around, really.

Fareeha blinked.

So, was she truly the type of person who could be sexually interested in both men and women equally? Although, now that she gave it even more thought, when was the last time she even enjoyed being with a man? Had she ever? Looking at the young lad not too far from DVa, he was handsome, she supposed, but that didn't mean she would be interested in…

'Fareeha?'

'Oh! Hello!' Fareeha saluted frantically. 'Fareeha Amari. You're doing good things here. Keep it up.'

'Hahah! The serious type, huh? Bodyguard?'

'Girlfriend.' Angela said happily, and Fareeha blushed with pride.

'Ooo! Really~? She's so tall and strong looking! I guess I can get that.' The girl gave Fareeha a wink, and she wasn't sure how to respond. 'Wait a minute! Amari!? Like…Ana Amari Amari?'

'Er…Yes. She was my mother.'

'This is insane! You're both super important Over – um – people!' DVa checked around herself, retreating to a number of (what Fareeha imagined were) public relations agents. The young lad Fareeha had eyed before seemed especially unsure as he handed DVa what appeared to be some pamphlets. She returned and placed the small slips into Angela's hands.

'We have to chat. Seriously. These are passes to a special club in Busan. It's very V.I.P. I want you both there. Say around nine-ish?' She leaned in closer, maintaining a perfect smile for the people that could still see her. 'Things are getting messy, huh?'

Angela nodded, and Fareeha gave a gruff hum.

'Yeah. Getting harder to hide it. Let's do some brainstorming. Sound good?'

'I would like that.' Angela confirmed.

'Sweet!' DVa backed off, waving enthusiastically. 'Thank-you so much for coming! Feel free to buy some Nano Cola!'

'I'll take two cases.' Angela said, and the individuals running the event seemed shocked. 'And I would like to make a direct donation to your Meka program as well as whatever charity you deem the most beneficial for your country. I'll transfer the money immediately.'

'You're something else, Angela…' Fareeha decided to say, staring at the twenty-four pack cases she had purchased at the beach. A lovely Korean barbeque was had, where it was something of an enjoyable communal event at a gorgeous restaurant, and the two women had returned to their hotel room, the time just a little after seven-thirty and preparations for going out to Output Busan underway, their gifted coupons allowing them access to what must've been some form of "members only" sector of the rather popular night club.

'I'm not. I merely give what I have been blessed with. I have no need for a luxurious lifestyle beyond what I have been fortunate enough to enjoy already.'

'Fine. I know not to push the subject.'

'Indeed.' Angela sighed in front of the mirror within the washroom, holding up a pretty white dress that wasn't dissimilar to the one she had worn in Oasis, although this one had a few more frills and lace. It was cute how much Angela preferred such style. It suited her nicely, and Fareeha preferred her to look like a modern princess. The sigh, however, was a little concerning.

'What's wrong?'

'I didn't expect to go "clubbing", really. This is my first experience, if I'm to be earnest. I feel much too old for the extracurricular activity. My wardrobe doesn't lend itself well to the act either. I'm twenty years her senior. Seeing girls like DVa truly reminds me of my age.'

Fareeha tried not to laugh. For someone who was so giving and selfless, Angela got hung up on strange things at the same time. She walked over to the woman, not minding the sight of her in her simple but cute white underwear, her hair still damp from the shower she had taken to clean off the ocean. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, holding her hips and restraining the immediate desire that purred in her body when Angela consciously pushed her backside in between her legs just ever so.

'Go like that. You'll fit right in.' Fareeha joked.

'Have you seen what young women wear at times these days? I can only imagine what the club will be like when mating rituals are in their infant and most intense state.'

Fareeha laughed, squeezing Angela tightly.

'Did you bring that black sweater? The one which hangs off your one shoulder?'

'Well, yes…'

'That would work. It's still sexy while also being reserved and womanly as well. A pair of tight jeans so I can stare at your ass when I get bored would work as well.'

Angela howled at this, losing any and all composure she regularly equipped so elegantly.

'You dog!' She punched Fareeha playfully. 'Such crude language! Hahah! Rather unexpected! I suppose that's what makes it so funny!'

'Heh. I'm glad I can make you smile like that. Although I usually don't say it outwardly, I wasn't exactly lying either.'

'Oh, I know.' Angela turned, putting her arms around Fareeha's neck and looking up at her, her eyes full of affection, which embarrassed Fareeha a little, for she still didn't feel worthy. 'I am always taking in your beauty in every way. You have a particularly lovely chest, I must say. Firm and bountiful. Your bikini was especially distracting at the beach.'

'Then you understand the frustration I felt at the sight of that ridiculous red swimsuit failing to conceal the curves peeking out the sides of it, hmm?'

'Heheh! Lena said you would enjoy that. She says I have a "bloody great a-ass"…Ahem.'

Fareeha took advantage of the statement, gripping Angela's cheeks and instantly regretting it, for her whole body was on alert, expecting more to follow yet not aware it wasn't to be just yet.

'She's not wrong.' Fareeha kissed Angela, lingering on her lips. 'But she likely said it without hesitation.'

'…I don't prefer to swear.'

'Obviously.' Fareeha knew it was futile, and the fact she could sense Angela actively trying to calm herself was enough. 'Don't drink too much tonight.' She asked, and Angela nodded slowly, sighing in frustration. 'I want to make love to you when we return. I've wished to since we landed.'

'Today has been torture…' Angela agreed, and it was nice.

'Then let's enjoy ourselves tonight knowing what we can look forward to.'

'Affirmative.' Angela paused, but went on a second later. 'Fareeha…?'

'Hm?'

'…N-nothing. Let's finish getting ready.'

Fareeha had been to her fair share of "night clubs" in her early days of the army. She had met a few men there. She and Josiah had become close enough to start "dating" in such a place. Looking back, he likely never wanted to "date" Fareeha. No. He simply wanted to get her in bed. How foolish she was back then. It was frustrating to think about.

Still, Angela was terribly cute the way she stayed a little closer to Fareeha than usual, practically holding her arm in tentative apprehension. She was utterly out of her element, and it showed. Granted, the sheer youth that occupied the space around them threw Fareeha off a slight amount as well, and she wasn't that much older than them. Her life experience, perhaps, was a world apart, however.

Eventually, Fareeha and Angela made it into Output Busan, the blaring music, flickering lights, and mass amount of people a maze requiring navigation. They traversed to the bar, and waited a solid ten minutes before they could finally order something and ask where the V.I.P. lounge was. The bartender hardly looked convinced, but indicated the upper level regardless, expertly putting together a Strawberry Daiquiri for Angela, and a shot of rum for Fareeha. She downed the burning liquid with a flick of her head, and guided Angela to some stairs, bumping shoulders with nearly every person in the club she passed as she did so.

The music was, for lack of a better word, somewhat obnoxious, in Fareeha's opinion, full of electronic noises that barely held onto a consistent rhythm. She wasn't really a fan of any of this, and prayed Angela's meeting with DVa was worth the trouble. Dancing with Angela appealed to her a little bit, but the more romantic or traditional opportunity in Oasis made more sense to the Egyptian. There was something to be said about the nearly erotic way many of the dancers (primarily girls) moved their bodies to the non-existent beat, and part of Fareeha imagined it would be somewhat interesting to try such a thing with Angela, but she would never go for the act, surely. Angela was likely even more overwhelmed considering her lack of experience.

'This is a very yummy drink! Rather strong. One must be careful!' Angela had to practically scream into Fareeha's ear, and the flashing lights continued to disorient her. Fortunately, they made it to what appeared to be a gated off area, and a couple of large Korean men clearly guarded the space, shuffling in close at Fareeha and Angela's approach.

'We were invited.' Fareeha presented the slips, and not another word was exchanged. They were given immediate access.

'Infiltration successful.' Angela giggled.

Fareeha blinked away the fog hitting her brain. It was only one shot. How could she possibly be feeling it already? Angela mentioned her drink being strong. Did Korea's beverages contain more alcohol than either of them were used to, or was the atmosphere of the place proving influential as well?

The music wasn't quite as loud, but still had enough volume to practically shake the floor. Fortunately, it didn't take long to find DVa, for she was at the centre of attention, dancing about with another girl in the middle of a private space for perhaps thirty or so special individuals. Many of the males hung around the exclusive bar or the multitude of couches meant for lounging. There was even an area around behind the bar that had dim lighting and private sectors seemingly. It was all very foreign, and Fareeha felt instantly out of her element entirely.

'Oh! Oh! Is this them? Is this them?' A young man jumped from his seat, a colourful drink in his hand. DVa and the girl she was dancing with stopped as well, practically running to Fareeha and Angela.

'Hiya! So glad you could make it! Yay!' DVa clapped her hands together, swooning a little and tipping her head to the side cutely. Her stomach was almost completely exposed, a loose tank-top with what appeared to be a pink bunny covering most of her outfit. Her shorts were tight and small, with thigh-highs covering more than three quarter's-worth of her legs, colourful stars sprinkling the oddly distracting clothing. She had her hair tied into a side ponytail, and it worked excessively well.

'Greetings to you all! I believe I recognize you to be many of the Meka pilots, correct?'

'Ooo! Good memory! Heheh! I'll introduce you! This is Seung-Hwa a.k.a. Overlord.'

'Hi! So happy to meet you!' The boy that had spotted Angela and Fareeha first bowed.

'This one's Kyung-Soo, or King, as he loves to be called.'

'Well, there always needs to be one.' Another male adjusted his glasses, seeming quite confident in himself.

'Jae-Eun a.k.a. Casino is way too cool to get up from over there to say "hi", the jerk.'

Fareeha nodded to the young man regardless, his disinterest coming across as slightly arrogant.

'And this is my girlfriend! Heheh! Yuna! Or DMon! Isn't she the cutest?' DVa squeezed the girl she had been dancing with, giving her a dramatic kiss on the cheek before the particularly sharp-featured girl pushed her away, sighing dramatically.

'We are not going out. Do you realize how ridiculous that would be?'

'Aw! But we'd be so precious together, don't you think? Our names even match! They'd call us "DVamon"! Heheh!'

'Someone's had too much to drink. Unbelievable.'

'Oh! Right! You still got a crush on Dae-Hyun? Is that it?'

'…I'll actually kill you.' The girl hissed.

'What's that?' The handsome lad Fareeha had seen at the signing stepped forward, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Anyway, hey! I'm Dae-Hyun, Hana's mechanic and childhood friend. You're the famous Angela Ziegler, right?'

'Indeed, I am!'

'Wow! You're…you're so young!'

'Nanomachines, isn't it?' Kyung-Soo relayed intelligently.

'It's not polite to pry into a woman's secrets, Mr. King.' Angela put a finger to her lips, and the composed boy crumbled a bit in the face of such experienced charm.

'I've read some of your work. It's really something. Can't get my head around it completely, but it's pretty obvious you're cut from a rare piece of cloth.' Dae-Hyun continued.

'Why thank-you! Now, allow me to introduce you to my friend, Fareeha Amari.' Angela indicated Fareeha, and she waved awkwardly, standing taller than all the individuals present save for Dae-Hyun. 'Be forewarned, however, that she is quite taken by this doctor before you, so, hands off, everyone!'

'Oh!' Overlord smacked his fist into his other hand. 'Together, huh? Still don't see a lot of that around here in public. That's impressive!'

'Heh. Progressive, even.' King had recovered.

'See, Yuna? Our forbidden love can finally be revealed! Heheh!' DVa hung onto the seemingly miserable young woman.

'Stop it.' DMon pushed at her face gently.

'In any case, thank-you for having us. This is quite the party!' Angela looked around again, possibly taking it all in one more time.

'Right!? My favourite club! Drinks are free up here, too! Have one! Have one!'

'Ah. I'm still working on this delicious concoction.'

'Have one when you're done!'

'Maybe I will!'

Now that Fareeha and Angela had met up with DVa again, their was much more comfort in their current setting. She was excessively welcoming, and her fellow pilots shared her enthusiasm in their own ways. The other individuals in the area were friends and acquaintances, all treating Fareeha and Angela well, to the best of their abilities. Eventually, DVa had enough of the idle chitchat, and returned to dancing, dragging DMon along with her, many of the ladies and a few of the males enjoying the constant music and flickering lights. Fareeha had one more shot of rum to numb her nerves, and finally she saw herself upon the floor as well, wondering if Angela had any interest.

'How many fingers?' Angela waved at Fareeha, a momentary reprieve from others found between the two women.

'Three.' Fareeha grabbed at the hand, holding it tightly.

'Good girl. Let's not forget our promise, shall we?'

Fareeha's head swayed a little, but she regained her composure, tugging at Angela's limb.

'Dance with me?'

'H-here? To this music? I'm not so certain, Fareeha…'

'They all love you. What's there to be afraid of?'

'I'm nearly double their age…'

'What does it matter?' Fareeha stood, taking hold of Angela's other hand. 'Dance with me.'

Angela downed the rest of her second Strawberry Daiquiri, glancing away and biting at her lip nervously.

'I truly don't know how…'

But she arose from her seat, and the moment Hana, Yuna, and even Jae-Eun (who moved theatrically, hilariously serious all the while) saw her and Fareeha, they cheered happily, and the night melted before Fareeha's eyes. Angela started with something of a hustle, and it made all the females present swoon with adoration, but soon she loosened up enough, and was dancing closely with Fareeha, their bodies rubbing together here and there, the contact enough to drive the younger woman wild. They both showed the amount of restraint necessary for a public event, but at one point during a particularly intense track, Angela kissed Fareeha, and the interaction lasted a beat longer than perhaps it should have, for when they finally broke apart, Fareeha caught a number of individuals observing the exchange, a grand mixture of reactions on prominent display. It was the reality of their relationship, primarily in a country that was slow to even consider adapting to such love, and Fareeha was thankful for being influenced to her current buzz, otherwise, she may have been bothered more.

Still, the kiss didn't have any damning effects, and Fareeha didn't remember sitting with DVa and Angela behind the bar, an animated conversation occurring between her lady and South Korea's favourite celebrity. The words jumbled into one another, and Angela surprisingly had a strong command of the topic at hand, finally bringing DVa to a decision that Fareeha understood very clearly amidst her foggy vision.

'Okay. If I ever take down the Gwishin for good, I'll join Overwatch. Deal!'

'Shall we shake on it?'

'I'm totally adding you to my phone!'

'O-oh. Alright, then.'

She was in a taxi next. They were back at their room. Fareeha blinked away the black specks before her eyes, and Angela was laughing, searching through her suitcase, her words beginning to ring clear now that the constant thumping and chatter was gone.

'They don't skimp on the drinks around here, do they?'

'No…'

'Are you well?'

Fareeha breathed out, downing almost a whole bottle of water.

'Yes. The club itself seemed to have a dulling effect on me.'

'Not your dancing. You were rather sexy…'

'I…hope so. I don't really recall.'

'I overhead a number of reviews. Many of Hana's friends thought you to be very attractive and fun.'

'Good…'

'And I convinced DVa to help our fight if she ever wins hers. It was a fair compromise.'

Fareeha nodded, looking to Angela, the woman extracting a small box from her luggage and bringing it over to the bed Fareeha currently occupied.

'What's that?'

'Before I answer, are you in any condition to follow through with your proclamation from earlier in the day?'

Fareeha touched Angela's bare shoulder, the second the contact was made her skin beginning to prickle.

'Without a doubt.'

'Good.' Angela leaned over, kissing Fareeha's neck and reaching into her shirt so she could rub her stomach. It was bewildering how immediately Fareeha was aroused, her whole body heating up and wanting more. The alcohol made her greedy, and she was quick to remove Angela's cute sweater, taking charge of the situation and flipping the smaller woman onto the bed, moving over her body with her tongue and unclipping the strapless bra so that she could see the doctor's pretty chest, the soft-pink centres hard to Fareeha's touch and mouth.

'A-ah…! Fareeha…I was…trying to…' Angela whimpered, evidently as frustrated as Fareeha, for when the younger girl removed her jeans, she couldn't hesitate stripping Angela's damp underwear to her ankles either, her body practically twitching with longing, glimmering invitingly.

'God…!' Angela gasped in German as soon as Fareeha kissed between her legs, pushing her hands up over her body and caressing the lovely mounds of flesh in her grip.

'W-wait…Wait, Fareeha!' Angela sounded serious, and Fareeha found herself sobering up at the strange sense of urgency.

'Yes…?'

'I…had an…extensive conversation with Lena shortly before this trip and…well, it led to an intriguing gift from her.'

Fareeha glanced back to the tiny box.

'Correct. Open it. But…be aware that I won't be offended if you do not wish to make use of it. I just thought…it could be special in a bizarre way, yes? I…want to give you my first time…in all sense of the word. I want it to be you.'

Fareeha could fathom a guess, and when she gingerly did as she was told, she wasn't wrong. Her initial reaction was anxiety, but then images began flickering through her brain, and her lingering loss of inhibitions allowed her to handle the strangely organic piece.

'It's one of the newest. Connects to the nerves, as it were. A breakthrough in the industry, so it goes. Could you imagine being the test subjects for such experiments? Heheh…'

'It's…large.' Fareeha observed the extension.

'If you move slow I should be fine. We hardly need to be concerned about lubrication, after all.'

Fareeha couldn't say she didn't have her apprehensions. It felt like a denial of who she was, yet, at the same time, it was uncanny and exciting. Angela wanted this. Fareeha had felt inadequate for being incapable of providing her with such an experience. A happy resolution. An erotic possibility. The more Fareeha thought about it, the more natural it felt. Yes. She wanted to take Angela. She wanted to be with her in a way only a man could. This inferiority…didn't have to remain.

'Very well.'

'R-really…?'

'Yes. But I hope you're ready, because I was barely holding back as it was before.'

'I gave it serious thought. I want no other but you.'

Angela crawled to Fareeha then, stripping her naked and kissing her all over as she did so. She handled the gift from Lena awkwardly, and it was somehow even more arousing. She helped Fareeha equip the piece, and it was one of the strangest sensations the Egyptian had ever encountered. To think resources, time, and money went into manufacturing something so advanced. Angela took hold of Fareeha and stroked her loosely, and she nearly buckled over, breathing out harshly.

'My…! I wonder if my research contributed to this development.' Angela jested. 'You can truly feel that? They must have it connected through your cl – pardon me. My ever-intrusive scientific rambling.'

'H-hah…hah…' Fareeha groaned, her stomach tightened and mind abuzz with misunderstanding and reconfiguration.

'Truly incredible…' Angela was staring, and Fareeha sucked in air desperately, her face burning with embarrassment. What was she even doing?

'Now, I understand this is an appropriate way to prepare for both parties.' Angela went to her knees, still slowly moving her hands over the addition to Fareeha's body. 'I fear my research may do little for actual preparation, so, forgive me.'

Fareeha wasn't entirely certain she comprehended what Angela meant, but then the warmth came over her, Angela's lips nervously wrapping about her person, progressively going deeper and deeper, the sight was too much. The way her body reacted overwhelmed her. Fareeha held onto Angela's head, seeing the world through a blurred vision, the doctor's confidence gaining and her technique harnessed as time went forward.

'Ung…Oh…A-Angela…'

Angela looked up, and Fareeha's whole body twitched. It was hard to turn away. Forward and back she went, one hand twisting about in conjunction with the suction she created while her other was trembling between her legs. The way her back curved. Her bottom jetted out. Her mouth formed as needed. Fareeha could feel her stomach losing control. Something was coursing through her system, and it was a tingling reaction like nothing before it.

'S-stop…Stop, Angela…' Fareeha pulled away, her lady's saliva caked on the foreign part that felt more comfortable than it should have.

'Was I…inadequate?' Angela seemed honestly concerned, and Fareeha shook her head, redirecting her focus away from the need to touch herself. To finish the job. To push whatever was filling her out if that was even possible.

'The opposite. I'm…unsure I can last. It's…too much.'

'Really? What a successful little object.'

Fareeha closed her eyes, focusing as best she could, but all she could think about was the way Angela had performed for her. The intimacy of the act. The way the doctor had submitted in such a way. It was difficult to explain. It felt good, of course, but there was more to it than that. Much more. Angela Ziegler. Prim. Proper. Intelligent. Wise. Unattainable to all before now. She had taken Fareeha in such a way. It sent Fareeha's mind into a frenzy. It aroused her like never before. She was losing control. She wanted to know what it was like to…

Perhaps she couldn't be that disgusted with Josiah. If he felt even a partial amount of what Fareeha did in this moment, she would sympathize at least a little.

'Angela…' Fareeha hummed desperately.

'I'm yours, Fareeha.' Angela opened her arms, and Fareeha scooped her up, laying her back onto the bed gently and kissing her with as much passion as she could muster. She rubbed herself between Angela's legs, pressing against her groin and near her belly. The older woman sighed loudly, clawing at Fareeha's back and swaying her torso against Fareeha, encouraging her with the movements.

Fareeha backed away for a moment, taking Angela in and looking her over in the dim lighting. Her hair was dishevelled over her blushing face, her eyes drunk with lust and her cheeks flushed. Her breasts lay flat pleasingly against her body, and her legs bent outward shyly, her hands resting against her chest, almost covering the most tantalizing bits.

Angela nodded slowly, and Fareeha was lost in a dream, holding herself as she eased in, pressing lightly and hearing Angela suck in sharply, gasping and breathing laboriously with every piece of progression made. Fareeha contained the urge to give in to her own wants, wishing to thrust in without regard, but the drawn-out process had its charms as well, and within time, Angela held her breath and Fareeha felt their bodies pressed against one another, Angela's legs gripping onto Fareeha's lower back and her hands pinching her skin. Her eyes were clenched shut, and she finally released the oxygen she had taken shakily, groaning in obvious pain.

'Q-quite…large indeed…' She whimpered, and like the activity before, the experience of being connected to Angela Ziegler like this was more than Fareeha could have possibly imagined until now. They were one. The most intimate act humanity could engage in. The most vulnerable. The most sensitive. Perfect trust enacted. The image of their first encounter in Iraq when Fareeha could see the doctor through the eyes of an adult. The beauty she longed for in that very moment.

Fareeha began moving, and the hissing between Angela's teeth persisted.

'Kiss me…' Angela begged, and Fareeha complied.

She did that and more. Fareeha cherished this moment in her life as much as she could. Angela's body clenched around her, and it was ecstasy. It was euphoric. Her glazed eyes. Her rocking body. Her gripping legs. Her clawing nails. Her trembling tongue. Fareeha held Angela Ziegler like any true lover would, and their sexual act went on until Fareeha couldn't restrain herself any longer.

'I-I'm…' Fareeha barely got the word out, her whole body tingling.

'Inside. Stay…inside…' Angela held Fareeha tight.

'B-but…what's happening…?'

Angela held her close until it was over, Fareeha incapable of doing anything but toppling over to Angela's side, a creamy, stringy substance trailing between herself and the woman she loved. The doctor reached between her legs and wiped herself up, bringing her hands to her mouth and licking the stuff with a tired hum.

'Ah…vanilla flavoured…How considerate.'

Fareeha had no words. She could barely see straight. She carefully removed the addition to her body and shuffled in close to Angela, forcing her eyes to work properly.

'Was it…okay?' She needed to know.

Angela huffed, seeming just as tired.

'I would love to discuss all of what transpired in detail, my gentle knight, but…much like yourself…I am terribly exhausted for many reasons.'

'Yeah…'

'However, I will say this, at the very least: I…I was satisfied…multiple times. Perhaps four or five times, to be exact. I dare say…you're a natural…'

This was enough for Fareeha. She smiled, and Angela smiled back. They didn't need to say it. The words moved between them with ease. They didn't think they could possibly grow closer before now. Fareeha now knew she was wrong. They could always know one another better. Everyday. For the rest of their lives. Forever.

At least…as long as they had left.

In one final act before the two women faded into serene darkness, before the country of Korea began to shake, before a monster like never before would threaten the world Hana called home, Fareeha removed her necklace, the dog tag jingling from her army days – a marker of the life she once led and an identifier on multiple levels – and handed it to Angela.

'Here. At least…accept this piece of jewellery, my princess.'

Fareeha saw the way Angela's eyes filled with water, streams of tears falling down her cheeks as she held the trinket close, sobbing uncontrollably all over again. She nodded, and curled into Fareeha, gripping her tightly. Gripping her so tightly it scared Fareeha to death.