A few hours had passed since the two women had returned to the ship, meeting curfew for the few hours of sleep that would be needed for shoving off upon the break of dawn, just a few more hours away. Being that they were in port, lookouts weren't necessary, a fact that played along the tendrils of Angela's mind, the only mind now not lost to the world of sleep. She'd gone through the motions, preparing herself for bed and retiring, even if she remained in her silken dress that had accompanied her earlier. She'd hoped nobody would notice, which appeared to be the case, her nerves trembling anyway as her eyes shifted off her bunk into the crew's quarters, eyeing the two bodies she could actually see across the room.

It was a torment upon her to wait for the others to fall asleep, especially with her inability to see Jesse, Lucio, or Hana, who slept along the same wall of bunks as she, and knowing that the latter of the three was far too wearisome to simply fall asleep easily enough. Still, she took solace in knowing at least two sleeping patrons, and finding a particular glee from watching Junkrat swirling around his bunk in restless attempts to get comfortable as he snored. For Lena's part, she seemed comfortable enough, snoring rather devilishly with each appendage sprawled out, even a leg falling down toward the floor as it bent at the knee from the edge of the bunk. Angela couldn't help but grin, stifling back a giggle at the sight of the two of them.

Still, she knew she had a goal. Devoid of any night-time watchers, the whole of the Splitstream was her's to traverse at will, and her mind whirrled at the sensations roiling around her guy as she hopefully ran the next hour or so in her mind. She'd been so worked up since that kiss, and lying here still, it only served to frustrate her further, wishing so desperately to end the near-painful anticipation that made both pairs of lips quiver in aching suspense.

Unable to resist a tender touch of her own for too much longer, and not wanting to ruin herself for her wholly unknowing suitor, Angela prepared her leave, along with an excuse, should anybody ask where she was going. Her legs swung delicately from her bunk, her feet chilled just by resting an inch off the cool wood of the floor, sliding them into a pair of slippers before quietly making her way through the room toward the entry, crouching low in hopes of avoiding any wayward glances.

Even her thoughts had quieted into a silent whisper, her mind racing a she crept in gradual steps, "Okay… Okay… Just going for some fresh air- no, that's stupid; it's too cold for that. There's water in here, so they wouldn't buy that. Maybe a bit of food to tide me-"

"Angela!" came a rather loud voice from her side, accompanying a groggy tone, sending Angela into a frightful recoil as she threw her head to the side, catching the restless movements of Junkrat in his bunk, "Angela, ya pack such a punch, sheila! The way yer cascable fits along the reinforce… I'm sure you'd drive a drive engine wild!"

Sighing with relief at such nonsensical sleep talk, Angela clutched her chest to steady her heart, though it revved up once again as an object suddenly flew threw the air just over her head, a pillow appearing as Angela whipped her head around once again, the feathered piece slamming into Junkrat's face.

Hana's voice sudden arose in quiet annoyance, "Hush up, will you?! Please!"

Unfazed in his sleep, the pillow nonetheless rested atop Junkrat's face, leaving his gurgling muted. Angela's eyes went wide until she realized she had crouched beneath Hana's line of sight, and although the officer's ire was annihilating, it nonetheless offered Angela a chance to scurry off while Hana was busy grumbling angry-nothings at herself.

With quite the sigh of relief, Angela escaped the quarters, sh as king her head as if tossing off the last few moments of heart-pounding distress, even if, in the back of her mind, she recognized what she sought was just as furious when it came to the racing of her heart. While Angela had had two or three girlfriends back home, all of them kept extensively secret, at least until the confession to her father before this voyage, she had only truly been intimate with one of them, and even then, it was only twice, and her lover at the time was about as unsure as Angela was.

Still, the fumbling of sexual actions placed upon Angela those times only stoked her on, her body craving something that only a true virtuoso of such cunning arts could bestow, and while Fareeha was quite brutish, she was still beautiful, and still exuded a sensual sort of power, and above all, confidence that she could take things, and perhaps a woman, to completion. A confidence that Angela had glimpsed beyond on an occasion or two, but those moments of Fareeha surrounding herself to desperate cries only added to Angela's understanding of this woman. She was still hum as n behind that brusque exterior.

Especially after Fareeha's near-invitation, Angela was aching to experience something so entirely adverse to the rigid, restricted life she led beneath the authority of sitters growing up. Such a liaison, even if for one tonight, was so immensely enticing, especially for one so repressed, and so willing to reject conventional norms.

She thought of such things while carefully trailing down into the hull of the ship, whatever worry being culled from her mind as she remembered the lustful endeavor the two of them had partaken in. Her feet grew more swift the more she felt that gravid emptiness beneath the pit of her stomach begin to twinge with expectancy, nearly bounding down the stairs after passing by the captain's quarters, as if she hadn't seen a friend in years.

As she approached the hold, she slowed, not wanting to give away her excitement, though she only crept that much quicker along, keeping her presence just outside the door to work up some final bit of nerve, lowering her breathing and turning the corner. She stepped out from the collection of crates that left Fareeha obscured from the doorway, more or less stomping before coming to a stop.

"WHAT DO YOU NEED?!" she barked with a charged voice, forcing Fareeha to jolt awake, nearly tearing her arm off as she bolted forward from sitting against the wall.

The stowaway's eyes flew open in shock, taking a moment to assess the situation before shouting back in reply, "The fuck's your problem?!"

Aghast, Angela reached up to cover her mouth, "I-! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were asleep!"

With a desperate groan from the pain, Fareeha clutched her shoulder, massaging it as she spoke up in annoyance, "It's the middle of the fucking night; what the hell else would I be doing?!"

"D-D-" Angela stammered, still shook from the uproarious result of her barging in, trying to remain somewhat on script, "Do you need anything?!"

"Do I- You came all the way down here, woke me up, and maybe dislocated my arm just to ask me if I needed anything?!" Fareeha retorted, throwing her free arm toward her open crate, "What do you think I need?! Another broken arm to match this one? Goddamn, that smarts!"

Feeling rejection swirling into her need to help resolve a self-inflicted problem, Angela quickly approached the stowaway, bringing her arms up to examine her shoulder. Fareeha had turned her head down to examine the joint herself and, having not expected Angela's advance, she quickly jolted as she came into view like a frightened animal, quickly throwing a hand in her direction to shoo her away.

"I think you've done plenty already!" Fareeha shouted.

At that, Angela frowned, "Oh, you think so? Let me ask you this; while you out being a pain in the ass, did you ever receive any medical education?"

Fareeha's face suddenly turned with confusion, having not expected such a forceful tone, "What?"

"Just let me- Hey! No swatting!" Angela demanded, fighting Fareeha's free hand off, "I'll see if it's dislocated, alright?! If it is, I'll fix it up for you, unless you want to sit here in pain for the whole trip, throwing your shoulder into the wall, endlessly, like a gorilla, until you magically get it corrected."

With rolled eyes, Fareeha gave a pithy reply while her free arm fell away, "So what gives you any bearing over anybody else, princess?"

Angela sighed begrudgingly, reaching up to finally examine the shoulder, "Well, two years in a nursing school, for one. I actually spent time wanting to help people, not discovering the ways of a rattlecap."

She shot a sarcastic stare up toward Fareeha, "And two minutes looking up those names you called me."

Fareeha growled lowly as she turned her head away, shaking it in dismay at the situation as she rolled her eyes once more, "Two minutes. You must be so proud of your new-found knowl- OW!"

Her head shot back toward Angela, who eyed her down just the same, shoving a thumb into her shoulder to silence her with pain, leading Fareeha to cry out, "The fuck!"

"That's for continued insubordination," Angela muttered with a frown.

Fareeha grimaced, "I'm not even on this crew, dumbass!"

"No, but you're receiving aid from one," Angela clarified as she returned her attention upon the shoulder, "As such, you're expected to cater to any requests of mine as a professional courtesy to me."

"Check the books," Fareeha challenged with a sneer, "I don't believe inflicting pain is involved!"

Shrugging, Angela replied as such, "That was third-year material."

"Oh my god," Fareeha complained with a somewhat latent roll of her head along her shoulders, "Fuck, this is legitimately gonna be the death of me. I'm gonna wake up and you'll be holding me at syringe-point or some shit and I'll have to-"

CRACK

"FUCK!" she suddenly cried out in a severely loud whimper, clutching her shoulder as she collapsed into a crouch, hanging her head to hide her tears in a balled shape, "THE FUCK!"

Angela slid her palms along one another in accomplishment, "A 'thank you' would be appreciated; I figured that was better than telling you and letting you agonize."

"Oh, I'm fucking thrilled that this isn't agonizing!" Fareeha cried once again, rubbing her shoulder vigorously to attempt to smooth away the pain to little avail.

Angela took a few steps backward, resting her fists on her hips as she stood over the stowaway, "Deep breaths. It'll subside soon enough. Keeping it dislocated would be a lot more painful."

Silenced by the pain, Fareeha was only able to shake her head as though trying to show her refusal to listen, despite the fact that her breathes did, indeed, begin to slow. Angela didn't feel the need to point it out, and as the situation began to gradually settle, she brought her arms up in a cross at her stomach, watching Fareeha slowly make her way to a seated position, though she was still caressing her shoulder.

"Need anything?" Angela asked, trying to put forth some sense of concern that she truly felt inside.

Fareeha's eyes bolted up as if prepared to shoot out another vicious slight, though she just as quickly checked herself, sighing lightly as she shook her head, almost with disbelief, "No. I thirst, but- I'm fine."

Turning on her heel, Angela turned toward the nearest cask of water, taking an accompanying glass and dumping it in to fill it to the brim, pouring just a little back out and walking it over toward Fareeha with a cautious voice, "You're always asking for drink."

"Well, you keep asking," Fareeha shot back suddenly, raising her head to track Angela's movements.

Now was Angela's turn to roll her eyes with a frown, "Very astute observation there. How about, next, you-"

She sighed, shaking her head, "Y'know what, never mind. Here."

Seemingly surprised by the sudden change of conversation, Fareeha's brow curled with a curiosity as she received the glass, taking a sip, "What was that?"

"Nothing," Angela shrugged before crossing her arms once again, "You can only play this game of yours if I participate. So I'm not going to play it at all."

Fareeha gave a meandering frown, "Suit yourself, princess. You'll probably find our encounters a tad less interesting as a result, but hey, maybe you'll quit bothering me then."

"We both know that isn't gonna happen," Angela spoke up quietly.

Smirking, Fareeha replied with upturned eyes, "Oh? You feel as though your presence is worth more than an annoyance? I've got a surprise for you, princess, other than putting my shoulder back in place, which, I remind you, was your fault to begin with, you've done little more than drown yourself, cause a litany of disturbances to my state of being, and offer me a laugh or two at your naivety. Did I miss anything?"

Angela shrugged, "You missed the part where you couldn't get enough of my lips."

At such a sentence, Fareeha cocked a grin, "Ah, falling in love already? That explains the intrusion, I suppose. I appreciate the admiration of my craft, but seriously, you're barking up the wrong tree, princess."

Ever so slightly, Angela's once-confident expression began to wane, a confused look replacing it as she lowly asked, "Wait, you're not-"

"It was just another game, wasn't it?" Fareeha shrugged, "I won, like I've won all of them."

Angela's eyes wavered cautiously, overcome with a feeling of having been led astray. This entire buildup, she'd taken everything as a pretense to this woman feeling something, anything, for her, at the very least in some superficial way. Her heart began to race with nervousness, a far different sort of emptiness overtaking her insides at the thought of what embarrassment she'd surly be in store for once she came back to reality, right underneath the ever-critical tongue of Fareeha.

"Just…" she muttered, fighting back tears, "Just a game..?"

"Just a game," Fareeha repeated, bringing her glass of water up to her lips, staring at Angela from overtop its topmost breadth, only continuing as she finished the remaining contents, "Like how you keep asking me if I need anything. I keep saying I thirst. and you continue to deliberately mistake my meaning."

Angela's eyes returned to life as she suddenly turned her focus to Fareeha, "W-What?!"

"That's what game you've been playing, is it not?" Fareeha asked quietly, her tongue giving a delicate slide along her lips, "You ask me right now, again, if I need anything. I say 'I thirst'. You say 'Still?' because you're playing. You still don't know that I thirst for something far different than drink."

While understanding Fareeha's words, Angela was still very much caught on her insinuation, her own speech catching at her throat as she sputtered, "B-But I wasn't playing any-"

"You're in so far over your own head, princess," Fareeha grinned, shaking her head, "It would be adorable if it weren't so goddamn frustrating."

Angela's brow suddenly crunched low in determination. She stomped over toward Fareeha, who remained sat in place with her wayward arm above her, smirking as Angela came just in front of her, leaving the niveous skin of her thighs right in her view, clashing mightily with the blue material of the skirt she'd been wearing. Fareeha chuckled near mutely at Angela's sudden boldness, though it wavered in time with Angela's hand slowly reaching over to grab it the blue material at its length, ever so delicately lifting it up almost to allow it to cascade along the white of the supple skin beneath her waist.

"Maybe I just need to be over your head for a change," Angela spoke, earning a mischievous grin from Fareeha, though it quickly disappeared as Angela clutched the nearby beam that held Fareeha's arm, leaning forward until those tanned lips were obscured by the fabric of her skirt.

She suddenly felt a shiver run down her body as Fareeha's breath broke against her delicate skin, its heated advance meeting the thin-cut cloth that Angela had worn as an undergarment, the hot, wet air only serving to whet Angela herself as her grip tightened along the beam to steady herself. Her other hand reached down to take a handful of Fareeha's hair once again, tugging in a heated clutch as if to pull her into that space between her legs to end the feverish curling of nerves that broke out along her skin. As much as Fareeha enjoyed toying with her, it seemed so much in character for her to continue much the same, though now, it only served to heighten Angela's frustration as much as her craving.

"Fuck," Angela breathed low with a shallow breath.

She very nearly felt the turning of Fareeha's lips as they spun into a smirk, "Such language from a princess."

Angela's eyes turned down to meet Fareeha's with a sort of dismissive look, "Shut up."

"Hmm," Fareeha mused, "I suppose my lips could be used for something better than teasing."

As she merely returned to more touchless contact, Angela understood her words were just another method for Fareeha to bring her nerves alight. At those words, Angela felt her gut jump in delight, though she was still only wet with anticipation, her hopes of adding Fareeha's saliva to the mix dashed as quickly as they'd arisen.

"F-Fuck, would you just hurry up already?" Angela spoke up lowly, trying to hide the pleading in her voice.

Fareeha's eyes cocked upward toward her, "How many people have you been with exactly?"

Not wanting to sound inexperienced in yet another avenue, Angela stammered, "E-Enough."

"I doubt it," Fareeha spoke in reply, shutting her eyes before placing a rather gentle kiss along Angela's thigh, causing a shiver to shake up her spine, "You shouldn't ever demand quickness. nor allow it, should a partner seek it."

Another kiss. Another shiver. Angela's grip tightened along the beam near Fareeha's side as well as at her hair.

"Your body needs to need this like you'll die without it," Fareeha muttered in explanation, trailing soft kisses up Angela's thigh, forcing a shivering breath from above, "I'm guessing whomever you were with, they were pretty inexperienced themselves."

Angela bit her teeth, now thinking a lying answer might cause the kisses to stop, "M-Maybe."

"Mmm," Fareeha hummed as her puckered lips took to the delicate skin inside Angela's legs, sucking ever so slightly, enough to send shocks along nerves, "You might very well be in over your head then, princess. You might be weeping down here by the time I'm done with you."

A pang of fear shot across Angela's mind for only a brief moment before a gasp escaped her, Fareeha shoving her face against her underwear, planting a kiss into the gentle fissure there as though ascertaining her readiness, though it only managed to take Angela's breath away all the sooner.

"Just a bit more," Fareeha spoke under her breath, though Angela was done with such a game, knowing her words would be repeated next time she performed such a scintillating act.

With a handful of Fareeha's hair, Angela held the stowaway's head still as she dropped her body low, pressing her crotch right atop Fareeha's face, both her lips parting as she gasped in delight at the sensation. She was done with talk. She reached her arm around the beam to keep herself steady before jerking her waist back and forth over Fareeha's face, hollowed breaths escaping her as she stared down into the fierce eyes of Fareeha, who appeared not too pleased with such a sudden act against her wishes.

Still, Fareeha cared little when it came to such a heavenly smothering, the likes of which she hadn't had in quite some time. For whatever reason, even alongside the taste of silken garment, Fareeha recognized a devilishly scrumptious flavor that was Angela's all alone, and as her current partner in this escapade began lustily rubbing her crotch along Fareeha's face, she did little more than adjust her posture to hopefully catch even more of her.

"Ahh… Mmm…" Angela panes gratefully as she received the gratifying tingling that came from her lips running along the subtle ridges at Fareeha's mouth, though as Fareeha lowered her face, Angela felt the unmistakable poking of her nose pressing through her underwear, sending a shock through her body as it made contact with her bud, "Gah! Hah…hah…"

She went on rolling her body up and down Fareeha's face, trying to seek out that pleasurable sensation once more, though in a split second of sexual incapacitation, she felt Fareeha's free hand behind her, having slipping between her legs, Angela biting her lip as narrow eyes stared down toward Fareeha's far more determined pair. Fareeha grabbed the hem of her underwear and with a swift motion yanked at it with enough strength to tear it free, leaving Angela with a heated gasp at the showy demonstration.

She watched with bleary eyes as Fareeha removes her underwear entirely, leaving Amgela with nothing but her silken skirt to keep her covered. Her voice released a sudden whisper as Fareeha allowed her tongue to slither ever so delicately along her lip, catching a purer taste than earlier, forcing a grin across her face. She pulled her arm back and wrapped it around a single one of Angela's thighs, just beneath her waist, pulling Angela's lips into her face as she shut her eyes, now totally in the darkness, accompanied only by the sweet nectar that was now pouring from this woman.

Angela shook with a violent jolt, gasping for breath as Fareeha slid her tongue between her lips, so slowly, agonizingly so, "Ah- AH! F-Fuck, that- Fuck…"

Again, another smile from Fareeha, though with their lips touching, Angela felt the mischievous motion down beneath her. She pulled her hand away from Fareeha's hair, instead grasping at her skirt and pulling it away, now able to stare at the contented face of her stowaway, her tongue now eagerly exploring every inch it could discover within Angela, shooting jolt after jolt of pleasured electricity through Angela's body as she wavered back and forth in ecstasy, anchored only by her arm and Fareeha's hearty tug that pressed the two in such delightful union.

Fareeha's tongue swirled around, dancing its way further and further along the coiling ridges that lined the irrhythmically contracting vein through which so much of her honey escaped, the stowaway taking in as much as she could, her thirst sated by the warm, comforting sweet. As Angela's body turned and twisted above her in jumping ecstasy, her nectar poured in viscous enrapture, leaving Fareeha unable to collect the whole of the offering upon her tongue to lap away at and bring into her mouth, the warmth trickling down her chin as she began to bring her lips together, sucking at Angela's folded lips in an attempt to take in even more, though it only caused Angela even more shivers down her legs, forcing her to jolt back and forth as she desperately clung onto the wavering strength of her arm around the beam to keep her aloft.

Slowly, and with a gentle sucking to accompany it, Fareeha parted from Angela's lips, leaving her gasping with panting breaths like a dog in heat, her voice breaking in lovely disrepair in exchange for the worship occurring down below, "W-Why'd you…"

Fareeha grinned, her eyes peering up toward Angela's sunken head, "How far did you get with this other woman?"

"Ah… Ah…" Angela panted further, thinking I'm extremely loose memory by now, "Th- This was about- about it…"

"Poor child," Fareeha muttered with the shake of her head, "You haven't even greeted the greatest pleasures this world has to offer. You sure you wanna go from three to ten?"

As though not wholly understanding, Angela gave an empty nod in reply, her gaze lost in another world as Fareeha laughed lowly, shaking her head as she returned her eyes to Angela's lips, their folds having broken open like the sweetest smelling rose she'd seen in quite some time, leaving her grinning, "Hold on."

Another weak nod came from Angela just before her voice escaped in time with Fareeha's continuing sucking, only lasting a moment before a massive cry left her breathless, "Hah… Ha- GAH! H-Holy shit!"

Fareeha smirked, her lips trailing along the lonely bud that rested above above where she'd been focused, "Told you."

Angela's eyes went wide with shock as Fareeha returned, her tongue dancing in circles around the swollen appendage, swirling in a whirl as her lips fell around her tongue, sucking so gently as she did so, leave Angela scrambling for control, "Ah! Hah! Mmm, fuck! Fuck! Mmmm!"

She dropped her skirt over Fareeha's head as it flew up toward the beam, her body contorting to the side as she grasped around the beam as though she were giving it a hug, her shaking legs no longer offering her anything in the way of support. Without such worry, her mind fell into the succulent sensations that coursed through her with reckless abandon, the slurping, kissing noises from beneath her only scorching her mind with all the more excitement of the sexual nature.

Suddenly, she felt her gut vacated of all feeling, leaving it an empty space below her stomach that was welling up in time with her quivering bud, her burgeoning orgasm leaving her afright of the unknown sensation she was experiencing, her blanking mind forcing her to abandon any and all attachment to this world. She was only ecstasy and the coiled turning of a wide breadth of tongue that was bringing her into beautiful oblivion.

In a split second, she burst, her arms constricting frightfully along the beam in terror as she lost all semblance of balance or gravity, though Fareeha was quick to tighten her grasp around Angela's thigh as she recognized her impending orgasm. She continued her worship, lapping at the heated liquid that now flooded out from within Angela's tightened entryway, Fareeha desperate to take in all she could of the delicious homey that she'd been so arousingly presented with.

While Angela's mind seemed, to her, to be lost within a vast whiteness for hours, she began to recover in a few moments, her body aquiver with endless ecstasy as she returned to the world of humans, her arms slowly sliding off from around their helpful perch, forcing her body to begin falling backward with nothing to keep her balanced upward. With a graceful slip of her arm, however, Angela freed herself from grasping Angela's leg, instead quickly reaching it around to her back, pulling her forward so that she would fall to her knees before collapsing into Fareeha's chest. She did so with such a weightless tenderness, leaving Fareeha to think she must have been some sort of angel in a past life, though such thoughts were quickly dashed as Angela spoke up weakly.

"F-… Fuck…" she whimpered aloud, happy to be embraced by such warmth before her.

Fareeha grinned proudly, "You aren't the first to say that after my work he been completed."

Angela could only repeat as she continued to shiver with ecstasy, "Fuck…"

This left Fareeha only to chuckle, shaking her head as she wrapped her free arm around Angela in an attempt to keep her warm, "Here. I never take without giving in return. I took your breath, and quite a bit more; now take my warmth and my embrace, however much I can offer of one, though that's more your fault than mine."

Angela might as well not have heard her, or if she did, she certainly would have been unable to understand her words. Between the cold air surrounding her exposed skin and the waning of her glowing orgasm, she hadn't much in the way of thought, save for silent appreciation for how soft and warm her current resting spot was. As her breaths only gradually began to steady, Fareeha reached up to give a gentle stroke of her hair as though to calm her.

"Koriti mou," she mouthed slowly, her Greek allowing her a moment's respite to a simpler time.