A/N: To the person who commented on the last chapter with ":Those three words: "Want sum fuck?""
;)

When a combination of architects and Overwatch officials designed the layout for Watchpoint Gibraltar, they had intended for part of the roof to double as a viewing platform for incoming and outgoing aircrafts. It was purely coincidental that the platform also provided an excellent view of the old training yard 3, which had since been repurposed as a garden.

It was certainly never intended to be used as a picnicking area for two women at one in the morning.

It was Angela's idea. It was the middle of summer and thus still warm at night, the sky was clear and despite the incessant nagging from both Fareeha and Zenyatta, she had still forgotten to eat properly. Fareeha was 90% certain that the only reason Angela came up with this idea was because it was a way to stop her complaining about it.

They'd long since finished the selection of food they'd brought up with them and were sat gazing at the stars the lit up the sky, Fareeha resting her hand over her girlfriend's.

"It all looks so peaceful." Angela sighed, resting her head on Fareeha's shoulder.

Fareeha hummed in agreement, looking over at the other woman and finding her equally as beautiful as the night sky. "You know, we could go grab our suits and go up there if you want." She punctuated her sentence by kissing Angela just behind her ear. She broke into a grin when the older woman giggled.

"Yes, well, if we did that the sky wouldn't be so peaceful anymore, would it?" The moonlight highlighted Angela's features, and revealed the smirk she wore as she looked to the moon then at Fareeha. "I'm more than happy to just sit here under the stars with you."

Fareeha was going to say something about Angela being mushy, but was cut off when the other woman turned herself so that she could press her lips to hers. Everything Fareeha could've said died in her throat when Angela pressed her tongue to her lower lips, pushing lightly until Fareeha opened her mouth and allowed her to deepen the kiss, sighing with contentedness.

As Angela pushed her to lie back on the rooftop, effectively pinning her to the metal roof, Fareeha was absently aware that she should try to stop the impromptu kissing session. If anyone decided to come up here to get fresh air, they'd see them, and even though they had been together for five months, neither of them were ready to let the others at the Watchpoint know (Fareeha was fairly confident that Jesse had figured it out by now, but hadn't given much in the way of indication as to whether she was right or not). Currently, however, she really didn't mind the current situation.

It was only when Fareeha felt a hand that certainly wasn't hers caressing her inner thigh did she suddenly care that they were outside and on a rooftop. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about doing this with her girlfriend for a while -before they were together, in fact- but their first time being on top of a roof was something she wasn't particularly okay with.

Reluctantly, she placed a hand on the other woman's shoulder and pushed her gently away from her. "Angela, please stop. I'd rather we didn't do this here.".

The smirk that graced the older woman's face was as gorgeous as it was dangerous. "Didn't do what, liebling?"

The hand that was resting between her thighs moved closer to the apex. Fareeha felt her face heat up exponentially as she grabbed the slender wrist that the mischievous hand was attached to, the limbs owner no longer smirking but instead keeping her face looking as innocent as possible.

"You know what, Angela. What if someone sees us?" Fareeha said as she glanced over at the roof access.

Angela smirked again. "And what a shame that would be." She stayed looming over Fareeha and for a moment, she worried that Angela was secretly into semi-public sex and that their first time would end up being out in the open. Her worry stopped when the older woman finally sat back. "But I suppose you are right. I don't really want anyone we work with coming up here and getting an eyeful either."

Angela got to her feet, and Fareeha happily accepted the hand she had extended, being pulled up into another searing kiss. One of her hands found its way into Angela's white-blonde hair as she deepened the kiss. She let out a sigh of discontent when Angela pulled away, but her disappointment didn't last long when she began pulling her towards the roof access door.

The brisk walk to Fareeha's room was filled with subtle gropes and sweet kisses. With every step closer to their destination, it felt like they had further to go, to the point that when they finally arrived and the door slammed, they both let out a sigh of relief.

Angela strode across the room and sat on the bed, looking around the room but not at the rooms owner. Fareeha noticed the sudden change in how she was acting. Before, she was definitely up for this, but now…now she seemed unsure of herself. Nervous.

"Are you okay?" She crouched down in front of her and looked into her eyes. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Fareeha took Angela's hand and rubbed her thumb over her knuckles. She truly loved her, and didn't want to push anything on her. So what if she wanted to do it earlier? Fareeha recalled a few times in her life where she'd been willing to sleep with someone, only for the moment to arise and for her to have second thoughts.

"I do." Angela said. "I'm just nervous. I'll be fine." Fareeha was about to tell her that they could leave it for now, just get in bed together, cuddle up and go to sleep, but she was stopped when Angela kissed her again. "I appreciate your concern though. I love you."

Fareeha smiled into the next kiss. "I love you too," she said as she straddled Angela's waist and rubbed at her back through her shirt. She could feel the plates on her shoulders, and those on her spine. Angela sighed into her mouth and arched her back in response.

Fareeha felt hands tugging at the bottom of her shirt. She stopped rubbing at Angela's back and raised her arms above her head, allowing the older woman to remove the offending garment. She looked down to see blue eyes drinking in the sight before her. Fareeha knew her physique was impressive, and flushed at the realisation that Angela agreed when a large grin broke across her face.

She began rubbing her hands over her abdominal muscles, and Fareeha sighed at the contact. The Egyptian reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall in between her and her girlfriend. Once again, Angela's eyes lit up and she brought her hands up to her chest, but she stopped just short of touching them. "Can I…?"

"Please." Fareeha began undoing the buttons on Angela's blouse and leaned in to kiss her as she fondled her breasts. She sighed into her mouth from the attention, which was broken briefly when the Swiss woman shrugged off her own shirt. She continued in her affections once Fareeha removed her bra as well.

Fareeha gently pushed Angela onto her back, but the other woman quickly hooked her leg around her thigh and flipped them so she was on top. "So that's how it's going to be, huh?" She laughed as Angela nibbled at her lower lip. The swiss woman let out a breathy exhale of a chuckle in response before running her tongue along the lip she'd previously captured between her teeth, Fareeha opening her mouth to let her inside.

Fareeha grumbled as Angela stopped her kissing and touching to stand up. She was about to protest the sudden lack of contact but the words caught in her throat when Angela unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear and pair of black heels that she promptly stepped out of.

"Wow, Angela…you're gorgeous." Fareeha said, completely aware of the fact all the blood in her body seemed to be running decidedly south.

"I'm not half as beautiful as you, Fareeha." Angela smiled as she stepped forward started unfastening Fareeha's jeans. She lifted her hips enough for her to slide them off entirely, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that this was actually happening, and not just something going on in a dream she was about to be woken up from.

Now that they were both in just their underwear, Angela returned to her position over Fareeha, who immediately wrapped one arm around her while the other grabbed at her backside and pulled her into her. Their lips found each other's again while they continued to grab at each other, murmuring words of affection and admiration, even when their respective hands found their way into the others underwear.

They rubbed and slipped inside one another, moaning and whispering "I love you," to each other over and over again in three different languages. This was everything Fareeha wanted, and judging by the mewls coming from above her, she wasn't the only one having certain desires sated.

They came together the first time. Fareeha hardly gave Angela time to recover before she flipped her over and continued their love making by exploring Angela with her mouth, the other woman returning the favour soon after.

When they were both satisfied and exhausted, Fareeha pulled Angela into her side as they settled together in bed. Every moment she had been with her, Fareeha's happiness grew more and more, and she was convinced that any minute now her heart would explode. Everything felt so perfect and so right.

Angela nuzzled into Fareeha's shoulder, prompting the soldier to kiss her on the top of her head. "I love you, ya amar. So much."

"I love you too, schatzi." Angela sleepily mumbled, her breathing growing slightly heavier only a few seconds later, Fareeha joining her in contented sleep not long after.

A/N: This is probably going to be the last update for a while for a myriad of reasons. I'm also writing another pharmercy fic but it probably isn't going to be posted on here. It will be on ao3, though (pseud is the same).