Sorry for not updating in awhile! I've had the worst writers block lately. I finally found inspiration again, and am planning some exciting things for this story. Thank you to everyone who is reading, following, and reviewing, it means the world to me! Stay tuned for more! xoxo


Flashback

Angela remembers vividly of her days in college. She remembers the exhaustion, the stress, determination; but one meeting had sent her world into a confusing spiral of both charm and manipulation. Angela was a hard-working student that kept her nose to the grindstone in order to ace all her classes; she didn't let herself get distracted. Because of her assiduous work ethic, Angela lacked in a solid social life. Angela enjoyed company, but her goals of graduating with both her MD and PhD were her priority, and that made some people shy away from her. She was never bothered by the distance, she had spent a large amount of her life in solitude after her parents were killed.

Angela is a calm woman with a good sense of humor; people are naturally drawn to her, but getting close to her is a completely different obstacle. She preferred a peaceful environment over chatter and crowds. The quiet helped her concentrate on the task at hand, but her focus shattered when a certain person walked into her life.

His name was Cédric, a brilliant neurology surgeon that held conferences at Angela's school. She only admired him for his notable professional work at first, but he was a natural born charmer with a sharp silver tongue. She was young and inexperienced, and completely taken off guard by his interest.

Their first meeting wasn't an ideal romantic setting. Angela had her hand shoved inside a cadaver, blindly groping for the pancreas to remove and study. The workshop was being held by her college, and Cédric happened to be attending for observation. Her mouth and nose were covered in a surgeon's mask, her eyes shielded by goggles, her gloved hand drenched with embalming fluid. The room reeked of formaldehyde, and the only sounds other than quiet discussion was the sounds of medical scalpels scraping against the metal trays. Angela was not disturbed by the careful process of dissection; she was focused and found the anatomy of the human body fascinating.

Angela inserted her other hand into the body, feeling inside to make sure she was grasping the right organ. Doctor Cédric appeared beside her, smiling. She felt a presence beside her, but paid no mind. She had to finish the task at hand.

"entschuldigen Sie bitte," Cédric questioned.

"ja bitte?"

Angela turned her head and came face to face with the deepest grey eyes she'd ever peered into. The handsome doctor grinned slightly at her, making her feel a bit fidgety. By instinct she went to nervously comb her fingers through her hair, but she stopped herself. Her gloved-hands were covered in bodily fluids, and her hair was tied back in a strict bun.

Cédric let out a flustered chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as if he was embarrassed.

"My German isn't very good, actually… do you speak, uh… English er, Englisch," he asked.

"Yes," Angela replied, smiling from behind her medical mask, "may I help you, doctor?"

Cédric cleared his throat, "I just wanted to say hi and see how things were going."

Angela looked back down at the cadaver, the abdomen split open and exposing the organs. The pancreas was still wedged up inside, almost loose from the pesky duodenum.

"It's going."

Cédric laughed lightly, making Angela blush. She was relieved that the mask hid the redness on her cheeks. Making him laugh had thrilled her, she could feel the butterflies fluttered rapidly in her stomach. For a brief moment, she had lost her focus on the cadaver, all eyes were on Doctor Cédric now. He then knew he got her, hook line and sinker.


Present

Genji's hands were still lightly gripping Angela's shoulders. She blinked the tears away, feeling ridiculous from her emotional state. She couldn't shield herself from blushing, his closeness made her cheeks burn with intensity. Remembering Cédric made her want to retreat into herself and pull away, but she didn't want to hurt Genji's feelings. It wasn't his fault that her past relationship had turned sour. She didn't want how terribly things ended up with that slimy doctor to tangle with her feelings for Genji, Genji was different and she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

The sound of voices and footsteps alerted the two of them. Angela had almost forgotten that others were still inhabiting Gibraltar for the weekend. It didn't sound like anyone was approaching the room. As Angela was staring worriedly at the door, Genji pushed the button that made the plated mechanism over his mouth fold away. His attempt was going to daring, but his gravitation toward her couldn't be resisted any longer.

As Angela turned back to face Genji, he leaned in and placed his scarred lips against hers. She froze in shock, her lips slightly parted in surprised, even as Genji moved his against hers. His arms moved from her shoulders, wrapping around her shoulder blades to pull her into a tight embrace. Her knees felt suddenly very weak, but he was holding her up as he kissed her. Everything suddenly felt wonderful and safe inside their little bubble; the entire world melted away, there was only her and Genji. Her eyes fluttered closed, drinking in the ecstasy he was emitting. Angela returned the kiss, bringing up her palms to caress the roughness of his face.

All previous concerns were gone.

Genji's hands dropped lower, boosting her off her feet. Angela now wrapped her arms fully around his neck for support, not wanting their lips to part. His tongue glided against her lips, beckoning for entry; one hand gripped the back of her head, fingers grabbing at her blonde hair. His actions were hungry, but hesitant – he knew he may be crossing a line here, and he didn't want to spook her. Angela was yearning just as much as him, parting her mouth and allowing his tongue entry. Her body buzzed, her head spun in a sweet kind of dizziness, she felt like the two of them would float up and hit the ceiling. He anchored her back down to reality, the two of them tied in an unbreakable bond.

Their lips finally parted, the two of them pulling away to gasp for breath. Genji pressed Angela, who was still being lifted by him, against the wall of his temporary room. He buried his face in the side of her neck, planting kisses on her skin. She kept herself suspended, keeping one arm wrapped around the metallic surface of his back, the other around his neck, gripping a fistful of his newly grown black hair.

"Genji, should we-" Angela started, barely able to speak, taking in large gulps of air.

"If you insist," Genji muttered, still buried in her neck.


entschuldigen Sie bitte - Excuse me

ja bitte - Yes?

Thank you to Ammy for help with the German translation!