Never above you, never below you, always beside you
One-shot collection
Second shot: We once went to the beach
by
Silver-Eyed Rukia
Rated: T
Pairing: Rocket Angel/Pharah x Mercy
Note: Please ignore any mistakes. Or point them out and correct me, whatever you prefer. This time it is not beta-ed.
Angela woke to the sound of a seagull screeching somewhere above her head, the distant yet piercing sound pulling her out of her accidental slumber with an abruptness that left her disoriented for the briefest of moments. She sat up and blinked against the brightness until her eyes adjusted to it, thankful that her sunhat was still in place and providing shade before letting her gaze wander over the shoreline.
Hanzo and Jesse were sitting at the bar of the small shack located at the entrance area of the beach, accompanied by both Wilhelm and Torbjörn, with all four of them engrossed in heavy drinking and boisterous story-telling that carried all the way over to where she sat, thanks to the giant of a German and his incredibly loud voice. Tekhartha and Genji were all but dots in the distance, most likely meditating in the shade of the tall cliff hovering over their tiny frames. Both Widowmaker and Gabriel were, unsurprisingly, absent from the small one-day vacation they had been allowed to partake in, much to Lena's chagrin and Jack's relief. The former leader was absorbed in the latest report files that had piled up while he had been gone on missions and had already waved off any attempts his fellow Overwatch members had made to try and coax him into relaxing at least once. Ana sat next to him and kept him quiet and appreciated company while the quirky Brit had turned to building a sand castle to blow off some steam, joined by the usually rather reserved Vishkar employee, who was currently building a rather impressive and amazingly symmetrical sandcastle without her hardlight projections. Mako and Jamison had excused themselves and had gone into town to try and find some ingredients for Fawkes' very own "super explodey-works" as he had called them, convincing the Swiss that the Junker was literally unable to have fun without blowing stuff up. Jack wouldn't actually allow the pair to set them off, or so she hoped. The Bastion unit had remained on base as a guard and alarm system both, it being self-conscious enough to realize that being around Aleksandra and Torbjörn wasn't the best idea and thus choosing to stay behind on its own accord.
"They sure are lively, those two."
The blonde turned to face her fellow scientist and friend and smiled after following her line of sight, gratefully accepting the slightly sandy book she had dropped after having fallen asleep while doing so.
Both Lúcio and Hana were sitting at the sidelines of the small, makeshift volleyball field that had been set up by the two still currently competing women, with the native born Brazilian fanning some cooling wind onto his friend's face who looked ready to melt beneath the harsh Greek sun. The in the sun glistening ball soared through the air before getting bounced back the way it came while both the Russian and her dark-skinned opponent shot snarky comments at each other.
"Your shots are getting weaker by the second Zaryanova, are you sure you can handle such a hot competition?"
Smirking the pink-haired mountain of a woman slicked her hair back and easily returned the shot, reveling in watching the Egyptian scurry around the field in an attempt to not lose the match and giving a small noise of reluctant admiration before replying to the jab thrown at her.
"Just you wait until we fight under my conditions, Fareeha. The cold is much harsher than a little heat."
"This is a volleyball game and not a sparring match you two!", Hana exclaimed after propping herself up, swimsuit-clad body almost glowing in the sun. Lúcio, who was neither affected nor impressed by the temperature, offered to buy the Korean some ice-cream before leading her away from the game turned battlefield and into the shade of the shack, glad to have escaped the insane competitive spirit of both the warriors.
"How long have they been going at each other like that?", Angela inquired before dusting off her book and placing it on the table between them. She shot Mei a close-mouthed smile and a short "Thanks" as the smaller woman handed her a refreshingly cool drink, attention returning to their respective significant others.
"Shortly after you dozed off, so for around 20 minutes?"
The brunette shoveled some shaved ice into her mouth before continuing, eyes glued to the stunning physique of the Russian weight-lifting champion.
"So far it's a tie so whoever scores the next shot wins. Needless to say neither is going to go down without a fight."
Angela hummed and eyed Winston who was currently enjoying his private mini-blizzard, provided by Snowball who was eagerly raining down cooling snowflakes on the otherwise overheating ape before her eyes locked onto Fareeha again, watching how her back arched whenever she leaped towards the ball, or how her biceps flexed with every returning shot…
Concealing her blush by pushing some strands of hair behind her ear the doctor took another sip of her drink before focusing her attention on the Chinese climatologist who was still deeply engrossed in watching the match, most of her interest obviously lying in tracking every movement the Russian did.
"We had been talking about something if I recall correctly, concerning your little robot assistant?"
"Oh, yeah!", Mei nodded before pushing her glasses back up, only for them to slip back down due to the sunblock lotion covering her face. "You must have dozed off somewhere at the end of my minute-long monologue so you didn't quite catch it all. No worries though, I understand that a doctor has few interests in climates and the weather."
A deep sigh escaped Angela's throat before a small smile crept unto her features, amusement at the tongue barely poking out of her friend's mouth and the wink conveying the obvious good-willed nature of the joke she had just fallen victim to shining through.
"Oh don't give me an eye roll now Dr. Ziegler, jokes among colleagues are a must, especially on our rare days off."
Her already in a reply opened mouth snapped shut, said reply cut short and stuck in her throat as the previously competing women made their way over to the sun beds, boisterous laughter ringing loud in the blonde's ears before she could make out their voices.
"It is hard to accept defeat but going against such a formidable opponent doesn't shame me one bit, Fareeha. Next time we shall battle on the frozen terrain of Mother Russia so I can get my revenge!"
The smaller of the pair gave Zarya a slight shove to avoid the incoming bear-hug and only chuckled at the mildly pouty look thrown her way before her eyes fell on the pale frame of the doctor, blonde locks tied together behind her head and tucked beneath a pale, orange sunhat. The Egyptian smirked at the obvious once-over her partner was giving her before she shot a dismissive "yeah, yeah" at Aleksandra who had already lifted the tiny Chinese off the lounger to plop down on it herself, now squirming brunette lying atop her girlfriend.
"Oh my god Aleks you're hot! And way too sweaty, let me go!"
"Mýschka, not in front of the others", Zarya purred in a purposefully seducing tone that caused an impressive shade of scarlet to wash over Mei's face, who was now playfully slapping her lover's shoulder before settling into the way too warm and slightly sweaty embrace.
Giggling Angela scooted over to make room for the Egyptian, eyes now looking at the funny yet adorable display of affection from the pair one lounger over before her attention was violently jerked towards the woman sitting to her right as Fareeha stole her drink and only gave a lame wink as an excuse.
"Sorry ya amar, it just looked so inviting", the soldier exclaimed with a smile way too smug to look even remotely apologetic as she planted the clear straw between her lips and finished off the drink in one go.
"How naughty, an indirect kiss", Angela scoffed humorously before taking the now empty glass out of Fareeha's hand, fingers brushing each other in calculated intent, and placing it on the small table to her left.
"Well, would a direct kiss make you feel better?"
The doctor had barely enough time to wipe the smirk off her face before the from the beverage wet lips of her lover came down on her own in a slow, yet passionate kiss, the faint taste of chapstick tickling the tip of her tongue before the sweetness of the drink took over. She could feel the warm and calloused fingers trailing over her collarbone and the strap of her bikini before a single, loud cough interrupted them, successfully separating the Egyptian and the Swiss who both at least had the decency to look mildly awkward.
The cough had come from Mei, but it was Aleksandra who spoke after Fareeha had settled down between Angela's legs in an utterly innocent manner. For now.
"I didn't know our little competition between friends got you so worked up! Why don't you two use Fareeha's overflowing energy and adrenaline from winning and take a walk along the coastline, I heard that the water is as clear as the Russian winter sky."
The wink at the end of her sentence gave the message a rather sexual implication but the pair nodded after an exchange of glances anyways, hands interlocking subconsciously before the Egyptian took off, paler companion falling into step beside her. Mei's giggles were soon drowned out by the rushing of waves as Fareeha led them down to the shoreline, her prosthetic left arm glistening in the sunlight as her natural fingers wrapped around her lover's hand even tighter, relishing in the physical responses the motion gave her: soft and warm, clinging to her like a dying man to his lifeline.
"Nostalgic, isn't it?"
The sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shore they were slowly approaching grew ever louder, loud enough even to cancel out the noises of drinking and laughing coming from the shack, yet the barely audible comment didn't pass her by and the ex-soldier turned around to come face to face with the doctor whose eyes were looking just past her, at the horizon beyond.
Fareeha's brows furrowed in both confusion and the notion of wrecking her brain for the memory Angela was surely recalling right now, a sigh of resignation escaping her when she came up with nothing.
"Well it must be since I currently can't even remember what you are talking about."
They resumed walking and this time it was Angela who was leading the way, a close-lipped smile adorning her face while her eyes looked straight ahead at the same yet somewhat different looking beach she had visited with her fellow Overwatch member before, so many years ago.
"Angel, look! Shells!"
Ana cut off the sentence she had just started when she spotted her little one darting over the hot sand in nothing but her white sundress framing her small body, a teeth-showing grin adorning her face as she excitedly started tugging at the young doctor's hand.
"My, those shells are so pretty Fareeha", Angela replied before crouching down enough to be on eye-level with the teen, carefully taking one of the offered shells between her fingers. "For me?"
Fareeha nodded eagerly in confirmation, what little knowledge of the English language she possessed and her still thick accent making it difficult yet not entirely impossible for her to convey what she wanted to say to the blonde woman she admired so much.
"Yes, for Angel", the kid said, first pointing at the shell before pointing two of her fingers at herself and then Angela in a "I'm watching you" motion. "Pretty, like your eyes."
The doctor's reply was cut short when the older Amari poked a finger into her daughter's cheek, drawing a whine and a pout from the girl before she crouched down to eye-level too.
"One for the doctor but none for your mother? Such an ungrateful child!"
The humor in Ana's voice betrayed her fake hurt and the mother-daughter pair fell into an entirely in Arabic banter, leaving the Swiss to look at the sky-blue shell in admiration.
"The shell is sitting on my nightstand to this day."
Realization lit up Fareeha's brown eyes and she stopped to stare at the woman she used to admire and had come to love, watching how the same pair of eyes from over 20 years ago now looked at her, their beautiful blue tinge reminding her of that very shell she had gifted to her as a little girl.
"Ana was scolding you for forgetting about her, although I believe she wasn't being entirely serious with you back then", the doctor said with a chuckle when she caught the eye-roll from her lover before giving the fingers between her own a squeeze. "Not that I would really know, given my rather poor knowledge of the Arabic language."
Fareeha only shook her head and laughed, her mother's humorously scolding tone resonating inside her head even after all the time that had passed since then.
"She gave me shit about that for days, even after I went back to Egypt. She even made me look for a seashell that resembled her eye colour."
Angela gasped in fake horror before she was pulled into an embrace, sunhat nearly falling off of her as the height-difference made her tilt her head upwards to properly meet her lover's gaze.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Amari?"
"No, just naughty Swiss doctors, doc."
Smirking the blonde separated their lips after their brief exchange of breaths and started walking back towards the loungers, free hand pointing at the hotel looming in the distance.
"Tell you what, Liebling. You take me back to the hotel and I'll show you a naughty Swiss doctor. We still have a few hours to kill befo-ah!", she yelped, interrupting herself before falling into a fit of merry laughter as the Egyptian lifted her easily off the warm sand and into her arms bridal style, face confident and eyes twinkling in excitement.
"You're on, ya amar."
Translation:
Ya Amar (يا قمر) - My Moon (which means my most beautiful) pronounced: YA KAMAR (Arabic)
Liebling - darling (German)
Dun dun duuuuuun, cliffhanger!
Just kidding, I was honestly not sure how to end this so I left ya'll some room for "imagination" (wink wink nudge nudge)
DAMN SHE UPDATED AFTER LIKE 3 MONTHS. Yeah, about that...sorry ._. I was really out of the loop for a while there, so have this story I struggled with for like two weeks (that I am not 100% happy with but will still upload cause you deserve some Pharmercy fluff)
Phrase of the Day
Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming.
~Joseph B. Wirthlin
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