Mercy

She slipped into her new living quarters and was considering trying to startle Fareeha, but when a soft, melodic song passed through her ears the moment Angela stepped into the space, she hastily reconsidered, hanging up her lab coat and releasing her hair messily.

Home. Or something similar to the home Angela had never cared to have yet fancied a little more than ever before. Someone waiting for her. Wanting to see her not because of her abilities, but because of who she was as a person inside and out. They had been through much, Fareeha and she, yet their relationship only seemed to grow stronger and more absolute with every trial. What they had endured forced them past some couples with many more years of exclusivity, allowing them to confront difficult questions and painful realities much earlier than the average pairing.

Angela covered her mouth, growing emotional suddenly, her eyes burning a bit. She loved having Fareeha here. She loved being so comfortable with another human being. She loved the simple idea of sleeping next to her from now on. Feeling her warmth nearby. Lavishing the simple touches from the other woman. A kiss here. A lingering gaze there. It was so intimate, raw, and real. She had no choice but to savor it all…especially now.

Angela crept deeper into the living space, down a small hallway to her room, remaining just outside it as the sweet sounds of Fareeha's guitar continued to echo throughout the area. Angela could practically see the notes, leaning against the wall and basking in the calmness of the moment.

Fareeha was quite good, as far as Angela could tell, although her humming could've been a little more in tune. She had an almost Native American touch to the music, and it was overly pleasant. From what Angela knew, Fareeha's father was linked to such a culture in some way, although the details were scarce, thanks to Ana's secrecy regarding the matter. Maybe Angela would ask Fareeha about it one day.

Still, Angela peeked around the corner, hoping to catch the view of Fareeha playing all on her own, and wasn't disappointed, the sight immediately making her heart race. She was in a comfortable pair of navy-blue jean shorts and a loose, white t-shirt. The way the muscles in her forearm pulsated as she played made Angela swoon. Since the beginning, she had found the fairly defined woman's physical representation of her training and strength alluring, and this occasion was hardly any different.

Suddenly, however, Fareeha stopped, and Angela hid herself again, unsure why until she wasn't given a chance to think on it further.

'Ms. Angela Ziegler?' Fareeha called out, and Angela closed her eyes, sighing to herself in embarrassment.

'How on earth did you know?' She stepped around to the opening of the room, resting her hip against the right side of the frame.

'I'm a trained soldier, remember? I could feel your presence a mile away.'

'I'm sure that's an exaggeration. I was rather stealthy, I thought.'

'Not for me.' Fareeha grinned, beginning to place her guitar to the side before Angela lifted her hand in protest.

'Wait! Would you terribly mind…playing a bit more for me?'

The younger woman seemed to hesitate, voicing her concerns shortly thereafter.

'I…I'm not very confident in my skill, really. It's just something I've poked around with for a bit. I'm all self-taught, although my father gave me little lessons here and there growing up before…well, before he wasn't around as much.'

Angela's heart hurt at the obvious pain in Fareeha's voice no matter how much she attempted to mask it with disconnect. It seemed like a touchy subject, and so soon after her physical recovery, Angela felt it best not to reopen such psychological wounds by prying just yet.

'I won't force you to, but what I heard attempting to sneak about was rather lovely.' Angela moved in next to Fareeha on her – on their – bed, and placed her hands in her own lap, leaning in expectantly.

'Fine.' Fareeha sighed. 'You know I can't deny you anything.'

'Oh? Really? I had no idea!' Angela giggled.

'You're the worst.'

'And you love me for it.'

Fareeha rolled her eyes, but then met Angela's, and it was as though Angela herself could see the affection passing over her. It made her whole body shiver in mutual endearment.

'God, do I ever…' Fareeha muttered to herself more than anything, but Angela laughed again, kissing her on the cheek.

'Well, then. Do go on!'

'Right.' Fareeha blushed a little, and she looked away at the floor, speaking to it sheepishly. 'Before we…um…started dating I…sort of put this together thinking about you.'

Angela breathed in sharply. Could this woman be any more adorable?

'How positively girlish of you!'

'Well, I am a woman, you know.'

Angela caught the claim laced in what could have been past pains, and shook her head dismissively.

'That is abundantly clear, Fareeha. Why, you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met, if we're to be honest.' And it was nothing but the truth. If Fareeha were a man, Angela wasn't sure she would have fallen for him as easily. It wasn't impossible, she supposed, but somehow far less desirable. She hadn't given it a bountiful amount of consideration until this very second, but she wondered if she was a little more like Lena than she thought. She recognized when men were attractive enough, but she never really desired them. Perhaps that's why she had remained single for so long. She didn't consider the possibility that she simply found women the more alluring sex. After all, she thought Hana Song was utterly stimulating in every way. Fareeha, on the other hand, seemed much more particular about who the person was deep down, and fell for the soul first and the body second. Male or female didn't matter to her. Yet, it appeared to make a vast difference to Angela.

Intriguing.

Fareeha strummed her guitar and created a soft melody, the sounds much gentler than the piece prior, as if she were delicately putting her feelings into a song. It was hesitant and shy, much like Fareeha was in the beginning of their interactions, yet there was such clear strength behind the notes as well. A woman with power, at the end of it all. A woman capable of being just as fierce as the rest of them when necessary. Fareeha hummed a little as she went on, clearly taken by the collection of sounds, and began bobbing her head alongside the beat, her passion for music very much on display before Angela now more than ever.

The angel of Overwatch was flattered, feeling the emotions being passed on to her, and she held her heart, its pulse quickening the more she let herself be taken by this simple little exchange. She adored Fareeha. She truly did. And she fell more in love with her with every interaction. Her honesty and dedication couldn't be matched. Her handsome yet beautiful demeanor impossible to compete with. She looked so unbelievably attractive as she played her music, her hobby a part of Angela's life now.

The final note hung in the air, and Angela took a moment before clapping enthusiastically, giggling uncontrollably out of utter joy.

'Do you have a title for the song?'

Fareeha gripped her instrument fondly, glancing to Angela briefly.

'…Some Days I Dream of an Angel.'

Angela couldn't stop her eyes from watering. It was that silly, unfaltering, earnest attitude again. She meant every word and the implications alongside them. Angela wiped her face hastily, not wanting to upset Fareeha in any way. She stood up, catching her breath, and tugged at her shirt.

'I-I should change…' She managed, and Fareeha shifted on the bed, now able to lay her guitar to the side of it. She was grinning, able to tell how flustered Angela was so easily these days.

'How was work?' Fareeha asked mercifully, deciding not to tease her lady.

'Relatively quiet, thankfully. I was able to make quite the progress on Widowmaker's condition. I should be able to perform the operation in a day or two, God willing.' Angela felt Fareeha's eyes on her as she began to strip, hiding her blushing face as she shuffled out of her skirt and pulled down her nylons. She was thankful she had decided to wear rather sexy black underwear, making the removal of her shirt a little easier. To get back at Fareeha for putting her so on edge, she snapped her bra off, and wandered to their shared closet, angling herself just enough so Fareeha would have to obviously struggle to catch a glimpse of the doctor's bare chest.

'You sadist…' Fareeha mumbled.

'What was that?' Angela turned, buttoning up one of Fareeha's white shirts, leaving her cleavage exposed enough as she snuggled in next to the woman anew.

'Nothing.' A beat, likely to recover from the effect Angela's wearing of Fareeha's top had, to the doctor's mischievous pleasure. 'So, Widow will be allowed on such an important mission, after all?'

'Hard to say. She's been having issues lately, from what I can tell. Our therapy sessions indicate her mind is in intense turmoil and, as a result, she is struggling to calm her violent urges more than usual. She will not tell me what troubles her, but it is clearly the main cause of all her problems as of late. She injured one of our agents yesterday, in fact, for he made some form of derogatory comment. He was in the wrong, but certainly didn't deserve the bruises inflicted.'

'What did he say?'

'Lena had to tell me, eventually, for I couldn't get a straight answer out of the man. She claims he called her a…er…killer dyke?' Angela didn't feel comfortable saying the word, and was surprised by how much it irked her.

'Pardon me?' Fareeha's jaw tightened, an instant tell that she was infuriated. 'That's sexual harassment. Was he given a warning?'

'Quite. Don't think for a moment Lena let that slide. Unfortunately, due to Widow's reaction, he won't be punished further.'

'Hm. Understandable, I suppose.'

Angela observed Fareeha's face, but couldn't quite read it effectively, and thus, decided to ask her outright.

'What do you make of the offensive slur?'

'Idiotic.' Fareeha hissed. 'Why say such a thing? I don't understand.'

'You wouldn't.' Angela smiled painfully. 'Because you're a pure maiden.'

'…What?'

'Heheh! I'm sorry. But it's somewhat true. Hurling insults due to some psychological inferiority complex is far, far beneath a person of your calibre. Don't pay it any mind.'

'Fine. I'll take your word for it.'

Angela rested her head on Fareeha's shoulder then, loving the feeling of the other woman.

'Don't ever change, Fareeha. You are so perfect to me.'

'I am not. I have many flaws.'

'We all do, but some have more tolerable ones than others.'

'True…'

Angela wrapped her arms around Fareeha's firm waist now.

'But isn't that your answer?' Fareeha asked suddenly, and Angela blinked in confusion.

'I don't know what you mean.'

'Well,' Fareeha sighed in annoyance. 'If someone said that about me, I wouldn't care, really. However, if they made that comment and you were with me, I would react much more strongly. Insult my lady? I'd break whoever dared.'

'A chivalric sentiment, indeed, but you're suggesting that…' Angela's mouth hung open, surprised she hadn't put the pieces together herself. 'That Amelie could have feelings for Lena?'

'I'm terrible at such things, so, who knows? I'm just saying.'

Angela perked up, tapping Fareeha's shoulder in excitement.

'And she can't do anything about it because Lena is back with Emily, her girlfriend from before re-joining Overwatch!'

'Oh…!' Fareeha nodded. 'Maybe?'

'It's worth asking, should the opportunity present itself. Interesting…'

'Sounds like a ridiculous drama.'

'Indeed! But if I can somehow help soothe that particular sore spot for Widow, it might help the surgery along nicely. A healthy-minded patient makes a vast difference in surgical results, I'll have you know.'

'That's good.'

'If it's true…' Angela cupped her chin. 'How riveting the development would be!'

'It just sounds problematic to me.'

'Quite. Lena would certainly have her hands full, I suppose.' Angela stood up, seeing the way Fareeha's eyes jetted about, sneaking in glances of her naked legs. She never tired of feeling so desired; especially knowing how positively earnest Fareeha was in said longing. 'So, what do you think of the place? It's still somewhat plain, but we could certainly add our own personal flair as time goes on. I'm not sure how much longer this battle will be waged, but we may as well get cozy for the time being.'

'I was…very happy coming in here, Angela.' Fareeha said simply enough. 'The thought of being with you so much, well, it's just another dream come true. I hope you don't tire of me.'

'Don't be silly, Fareeha. My work keeps me too busy for such a thing to ever occur.'

'Hahah! True.'

'I do believe we are in desperate need of some pictures of the two of us. I can only longingly gaze at your registration profile for so long when I miss you holed up in my lab.'

'O-oh…! I wouldn't mind that.'

'Yet, we are both such characters that we find the somewhat vain act a little troublesome. A pity. Shall we begin right this moment? A private shot of the two of us?'

'Yes, please.' Fareeha was smiling broadly, and Angela adored her for it. She hastily went to the hall where her lab coat was and extracted the new phone Overwatch had issued her. It was state-of-the-art and one of the newest models available. It was practically paper-thin, capable of projecting the data in a touch-screen as needed. Angela was relatively savvy with such things, and competently set the device up on her and Fareeha's dresser nearby, getting in close to the girl until their cheeks were touching and she was gripping the other woman tightly.

'We have five pictures about to be taken. Are you ready?'

'What? Five!?'

'Don't be shy! Just pretend you love me.'

'T-there is no pretending, but don't we just need to smile?'

'Bah! Only if you wish to be boring! Smile for the first and then have some fun for the rest!'

'U-um…!'

'The beeper is starting! Four seconds, Fareeha!' Angela giggled, reveling in the girl's sweet panic.

'Ah!'

A click signified the first shot taken, and the screen projected showcased the photo before minimizing it and starting the countdown anew.

'Silly face now, Fareeha!'

'O-okay…!'

The resulting picture made Angela howl, for Fareeha had brought her jaw forward and lowered her lip to show her teeth. She looked hilarious. Leagues above Angela's pufferfish expression.

'Try for seductive in this one!'

'I don't know how!'

Angela may have laughed even harder at this one, for they both looked a little awkward and goofy, Angela appearing more intoxicated than anything and Fareeha as though she had been holding her breath for hours on end.

'An easy one this time! Look tough!'

Ah. There. Fareeha could make a mean face no problem. The comical part was that Angela found it incredibly "seductive" in its own right. She would have a special place for such a shot.

'You look as though you're in pain there.' Fareeha teased, and Angela gave her a light tap to the arm.

'How dare you! For that, I'll make you kiss me in this final picture.'

'Make me?' Fareeha raised a brow, and before Angela could say anything more, the woman was engulfed in the embrace of her lover, Fareeha's hands holding her head and back as she pressed her lips against Angela's own, an immediate groan humming within her whole body.

'A-ah…' Angela gasped once Fareeha parted, aware she was already sensitive to just the thought of being intimate with Fareeha, many days having passed since their last moment, and the fear of death separating them still fresh and mortifying.

'Oh. That's a good one.' Fareeha appraised, nodding at the picture shown.

'My goodness…' Angela tucked some of her hair behind her ear. 'It's…somewhat stimulating, isn't it?'

'In a way, yes.'

Angela calmed her nerves, going to her phone and quickly forwarding the images taken to Fareeha.

'There. Now we both have copies.' The doctor wasted no time changing her wallpaper to the "tough" photo, inwardly swooning at Fareeha's dangerously capable expression. 'How are you feeling, anyway, Fareeha? I assumed well, but a pulse check never hurt anyone.'

'Decent, thank-you. The tingling in my skin is becoming less noticeable, and my mental state seems to be calming some, thankfully. I encountered Hana on my way here, and had dinner with her and some agents that were quite obviously interested in her romantically.'

'Oh, no doubt. She's surely irresistible to most individuals. I'm glad to hear she's fitting in well enough. While you were recovering, she and Dr. Zhou hit it off relatively well.'

'Mei is here now?'

'She arrived perhaps a day or so ago? She can be a bit awkward, so, I'm happy Hana is helping her feel more comfortable.'

'Me, too. I like Mei.'

'You prefer your women more voluptuous, then?'

'Wha – ? No! I-I was just saying she's a good person and helped me rescue you from Moira. I didn't get to thank her properly.'

'I know, Fareeha. I'm merely teasing you.'

'You're the perfect fit for me in every way, Angela. Please don't forget that.'

'I won't. My apologies.'

Fareeha smirked at the answer, pulling Angela toward her so that she was standing between the woman's legs hanging over the bedside. She felt the purposeful touch of Fareeha's hands, their strong grip caressing her thighs all around and teasing just the bottom of her backside.

'What about you, Angela? I'm guessing you're still recovering as well?'

'For better or worse, the nanomachines have worked their magic. Once I knew you would likely be fine my body reacted accordingly, capable of pushing itself into near-normal condition for the time being.'

'I'm happy to hear that.' She touched behind Angela's knee, the spot overly sensitive. Angela wondered if Fareeha could feel her skin prickling in response, her heart speeding up despite this not being their first time in the early stages of intimacy.

'The human body is so curious. However, I suppose it isn't completely foreign to other animals as well. Depression is a lethal feeling, and I dare say I would have succumbed to it if I lost you. Frightening, really. I didn't think myself so weak, but life without you simply felt impossible.'

She was growing more bold, feeling around and within the bottom of the shirt Angela wore, ever so briefly pressing between her legs where she surely recognized what the heat and progressing dampness meant. Angela wanted to moan, but she swallowed the urge.

'I can understand that. I thought fighting for Overwatch would be the pinnacle of my desires, but I now know that not to be true.'

She lifted Angela's shirt and began kissing around her naval, the area ticklish and the doctor's knees buckling from the feeling.

'A-are you…well enough for such things, Fareeha?' Angela asked curiously, wondering why she was getting nervous suddenly.

'More than capable.' The woman responded hungrily. Now that she was comfortable with Angela, she truly took on the more aggressive role when it came to lovemaking. Angela had her moments, but this felt so natural.

She played with Angela's underwear, teasing all around it and continuing to massage her legs, her grip so powerful yet gentle when it needed to be. Angela combed the other woman's hair once she threw her phone onto the bed, knowing she was more than ready, and Fareeha could likely tell, to her embarrassment.

As though responding to Angela's apprehensions, Fareeha tugged the black material to the side and began kissing between the doctor's legs, consuming the longing that Angela knew she harboured for this spectacular woman, and pushing her tongue in deep, forcing Angela to hold Fareeha's head for support lest she fall from the erotic stimulation.

'Oh…Fareeha…' She hummed quietly, and the words only seemed to spur her lover onward, her performance heightened.

Fareeha's hands continued to navigate Angela's body, and they reached up, kneading her firm breasts, and pinching the hardened tips in perfect rotation. There was something to be said about the entirety of the act occurring with articles of clothing still on, and Angela's pulse was pounding in her head, her wanting of all this too much for her senses.

'Jesus, you have such a beautiful pussy.' Fareeha stated quite suddenly, and Angela didn't even register the words initially they took her by surprise so. It seemed so out of character, and indeed, the doctor almost didn't believe she had heard the woman correctly, but when the immediate shock faded, the lewdness of such a comment had its effect, and Angela bit at her lip, Fareeha sucking in a flawless way as her fingers penetrated so wonderfully deep and in just the right parts of her.

'I…I didn't think you could say…such things…' Angela sighed, barely keeping her focus.

'Neither did I.' She admitted in between the pleasure she expertly provided. What a difference confidence could make in a lover. Fareeha knew she was adored, and could perform excessively well with such knowledge. Angela was on the brink already, and it felt like they had hardly begun. A trail of saliva had made its way down the side of her mouth she was so enraptured, and she didn't think her cheeks could flush more.

Ultimately, Fareeha's nearly crude comment was arousing, because it revealed another side of her that Angela hadn't known about. This woman – this controlled, sometimes stoic, mature, considerate, powerful woman – was a little kinky, and it was wildly alluring in its mystery of juxtaposition. Only Angela would ever hear her say such things, and the doctor revelled in the information.

She had heard of "talking dirty", but never thought she would be personally stimulated by the tip of the said fetish. How educated Angela had become in such a short period of time. It made her want to explore further. It made her want to try an experiment of her own…

Her stomach tightened, and that escalating buzz flowed through her into her groin, Angela whimpering with release. She gripped at Fareeha's head desperately, gritting her teeth and groaning between the restriction.

'Ah…h-hah…a-ah…!'

Fareeha licked her lips, looking up at Angela gorgeously, her recently applied, token mascara making her eyes pop attractively.

'Very good…Fareeha…' Angela sighed, falling onto the bed and laying on her back. 'Perhaps because it's been a few days but, my goodness, that felt wonderful.'

'Agreed. I was very into it.' Fareeha's face was red, and she looked uncomfortable.

'Clearly. Saying such things.' Angela waved a finger weakly.

'Er…I-I'm sorry. In the moment it was fine, but reflecting upon the comment, well, I'm a little ashamed.'

'Don't be.' Angela sat up on her elbows, shocked by how her body was still twitching with remnants of pleasure. 'It was sexy, one might suggest.'

'Oh?'

'You simply said what was on your mind in that second. I…appreciated it. Makes a woman feel good.'

'If you say so…'

'A peek at the unfiltered side of Fareeha's mind. Very intriguing! You've inspired me to try something I was hesitant about attempting, for we can't simply leave you in such a state, and I'd rather you relax a tad while I service you.'

'…Right.'

She wasn't arguing. Clearly Fareeha was unsatisfied, and rightly so. If she felt even a sliver of what Angela was experiencing, she was ready to finish the job herself if necessary.

'Well, then…' Angela stood up, helping Fareeha to the bed and laying her down, touching her all over in a massage of sorts. She hastily stripped off the woman's jeans, grinning at her boyish boxer briefs. They did little to hide her womanly curves and dampened desires.

'Hah…' Fareeha shuddered, and it was cute.

Angela went on, slowly and methodically teasing her lady, painfully hinting at what was to come, but leaving Fareeha in chaotic anticipation. She kissed her deeply, using the opportunity to lift the younger girl's top over her head and grapple the bountiful, untanned mounds that remained.

'Yes…' Fareeha breathed. She was begging for it, and that fact alone made Angela want to give everything she could, throwing caution to the wind.

'A moment. Close your eyes.' Angela asked, and it was simple for Fareeha due to the fact her lids were barely open to begin with.

Still hesitant, despite her being encouraged by Fareeha's boldness, Angela extracted the gift Lena had provided her and Fareeha, the organic device cleaned and refilled by Angela herself. She had done some extended research on the "toy", discovering it cost quite the pretty penny, and was the latest model, nearly perfecting the ability to become a true part to whomever used it, the nerves around the female's form capable of similar sensations to begin with, therefore a strong foundation in place for frivolous science to intervene gleefully.

Angela removed her panties, tossing them to the side with a flick of her ankle, and slowly placed the extension over the appropriate area for maximum integration. It happened seamlessly, and Angela's hand flinched back, the nerves already attached and the notion that she had such am extension now a part of her almost frightening.

Nonetheless, the thought of using the newest member to the session put her already hazy mind into a frenzy, and she imagined taking Fareeha as a pseudo-male, pushing deep into her and watching her melt.

'Incredible…' Angela uttered to herself in German.

If she had heard of such a project in the past, she would have scoffed at the wasted resources and time, but after being on the receiving end of this very product, and now having equipped it herself, Angela had to admit she was impressed. Now, women like herself and Lena wouldn't miss out on a thing. It was perfect.

Like herself…and Lena…

She scoffed at herself for the baseless worry, and gently placed the phallic piece at the corner of Fareeha's mouth, the younger woman grinning slyly.

'Heh. I was wondering if you were going to try something like this.'

'I-is it…is it alright?' Angela wasn't sure she was nearly as capable as Fareeha at fulfilling such a role, but without another word, Fareeha wrapped her full lips around Angela and began consuming her, pulling back and swirling her tongue about in a surprisingly knowing way.

'O-oh, my…!' Angela could only say, hating that she wasn't Fareeha's first. She pushed the negative thoughts away, but they insisted on detracting from the moment, and Angela had to look hard at Fareeha in an attempt to dissuade further distraction.

'I've never been so into this…' Fareeha mentioned, licking Angela's tip and stroking her with a free hand.

'I-it's…interesting, isn't it…?' Angela barely got the words out.

'Again, it's totally different with you.' Fareeha went so deep the entire "toy" disappeared, and Angela had to force the woman off her in fear of prematurely ending the session.

'Your turn…' She whimpered, and straddled atop Fareeha, the girl's other hand already between her legs and preparing herself adamantly.

'Go slow. It's been a very long time, and it…it always hurt.'

'I don't think there will be an issue now.' Angela smiled softly, loving the rhetoric on display.

'No. I'd have to agree.'

Fareeha touched Angela's neck, her fingers still moist, and brought the woman in close, kissing her and then reaching between them, gripping at Angela and easing her against her body, slowly pressing in and out, rocking her hips against Angela's pulsating piece and the pent-up desire within her.

'Fareeha…' She almost begged.

'Slowly…' She repeated, and it only made Angela wilder.

'Please. I want to…'

'I know. Trust me. A-ah…But…this is part of the fun, right?'

'True. T-true…'

She was losing her mind in a frenzy of lust. The feeling of Fareeha's body progressively opening up to her and covering Angela in warmth was utterly ludicrous, yet Angela wanted to take this woman and aggressively fill her with everything she was capable of. They had grown so close; and the angel of Overwatch couldn't have ever imagined getting to this point upon their first encounter. Yet, here they were; completely exposed and wholly transfixed in the trust one another bore. Angela could feel the tears coming, and knew it was partially because of the endorphins being released, but was also aware of the cruel truth regarding both their lives.

They had to live everyday like it was their last, because – for this point in time, at least – their days together were more finite than most.

'I love you…I love you so much…!' Fareeha shuddered, pushing against Angela's body and swaying with Angela's momentum, the strain on her back already painful. How did Fareeha manage this motion for so long and so easily? Her fitness obviously contributed, but still…!

'And I, you.' Angela gasped, thrusting as much as she could, but already fatigued.

Perhaps Fareeha could tell, because she flipped positions, laying Angela on her back and sitting atop of her suddenly, holding the doctor down with her powerful hand and beginning to rock side to side, easing herself back over Angela, and the sight of her body consuming the swelling piece a vision Angela wouldn't soon forget.

'I don't mind.' Fareeha assured Angela, and before she could respond, Fareeha continued to amaze her, easily satisfying the both of them with her legs flexing as she rode Angela into oblivion. All the doctor could do was caress Fareeha's shapely waist and hips, daring to push up at her gorgeous breasts and even being sent into a blur of rapturous delight when Fareeha gripped her hand and assisted her, licking at her own body revealing another kink Angela didn't know she had; the sight of her lover pleasuring herself.

'So good…' Fareeha acknowledged, pressing in as she rode forward, and stretching back so Angela was momentarily exposed prior to returning to the warmth and the tight insides of her lady.

'Truly…!' Angela concurred.

'Are you close…?'

'I'm doing everything in my power…not to end it too soon.'

'Heh. I-I know. It's…difficult, isn't it?'

'I-I'm sorry, Fareeha…'

'No. I-I'm almost there, too. A-ah…You're big…'

'The object is big…'

'But it swells…in accordance to your arousal…U-uh…God…'

'R-really?'

Just like a real man? The wonders were endless. Science was ever bewildering. Fareeha placed her hands on Angela's stomach and her groin constricted over her, the sudden shift ending any reservations Angela attempted to have. Before she could understand what was happening, the substance she had used to refill the "toy" exploded out of her, her eyes going dumb, her mouth limp, and Fareeha's own screams of delight practically muffled by the ringing in Angela's ears.

Angela blinked, and she hastily realized she had passed out for perhaps a minute or two, the orgasmic release of a man paired with her own as a woman too much for her dainty frame to handle in all of its entirety.

'How rude.' Fareeha teased, already having cleaned up the mess Angela had created between her legs. She was still naked, thankfully.

'My phone…' The doctor patted around in a daze, obtaining the device and quickly lifting it above her and Fareeha's head.

'N-not now, Angela.'

'Post-intimacy picture, my dear. Smile, for goodness sake.'

She snapped the photo, gazing at it lovingly, both women's naked shoulders, strewn about hair, and semi-dazed gazes something to marvel. She then sat up, carefully disengaging the strange "toy" from her body and placing it within some towels prior to returning to Fareeha, practically leaping into her and snuggling closely, nuzzling her head beneath the other woman's and beaming from ear to ear.

'Thank-you…' She could only think to say, and Fareeha's hands were combing her hair, as they seemed to enjoy doing.

'My first positive experience with such a thing. Figures it would be a woman who shows me how pleasing the male genitalia can be.'

'I did well, then?' Angela honestly thought she had flopped, because she herself could barely contain her own arousal, and she struggled to enact the proper motions.

'You did.' She paused, massaging Angela's head so lovingly. 'I think I prefer to play the role, however.'

'Agreed. Maybe every so often, for there is something to be said about the vision of your body taking me in such a way, but…I don't know, I felt rather strange.'

'Heh. So did I. but I do know what you're saying.'

Angela sucked in her lip, eyes glimmering.

'You mean, the way my "pussy" takes your thick, firm "cock".'

'Jesus, Angela…!' Fareeha gasped.

'Hahahah! Oh, my gosh! I feel positively lewd!'

'Hahah! Don't make fun of me again!'

'I'm sorry! It was just too unexpected!'

They laughed, calmed, and then laughed more, embracing one another even tighter.

A heavy silence fell over the room then, and Fareeha breathed out slowly, preparing a question Angela was already acutely aware she wanted to ask. It was only fair. She wouldn't lie to her anymore. Not about this. Not now that they had become so undeniably close.

'What did the tests say?' She asked simply, with no context, and Angela knew precisely what she was referring to. She held the woman's hand against her body, closing her eyes and trying to become smaller in her knight's grasp.

'They aren't conclusive.'

'But you have a number.'

'…I do.'

'What is it?'

'Do you truly want to know?'

'Of course.'

She was staying much calmer than Angela gave her credit for when playing out the scenario in her head. Still, it made the interaction no less difficult.

'Five years, perhaps.'

'Five…years…'

'Yes. Assuming I don't concoct a countermeasure.'

Fareeha leaned on her arm, petting Angela's and exhaling shakily, perhaps hardly holding her panic in.

'Then you best get to work.'

'When I have time, certainly.'

'Every day for at least a half hour.'

'Fareeha…'

'Every single day. Promise me. You have to live. We just…found one another.'

The crack in her voice shattered Angela's heart, and she gripped her lady so hard she thought it must hurt her, but Fareeha's didn't even flinch. She held Angela back, and somehow that's what got her. She whimpered silently, only the Egyptian's gentle hand wiping the tears forming.

'I promise…'

For the second time in her life, Angela would pour her soul into a selfish wish, because she, too, couldn't imagine any plain of existence without Fareeha Amari by her side. This woman she could laugh with, cry with, and love with every ounce of her being. Her partner. Her knight. Her soulmate. Her hero.

'I promise.' Angela repeated.