Callout Call
Fareeha was quiet for the entire flight back headquarters. Her silence had nothing to do with an injury, although she did have one of those, her ribs were burning, and everything to do with the pretty, blonde doctor seated opposite of her, currently tending to Tracer.
"Angela, don't look now but I think you might have an admirer." Tracer snickered right before wincing when Angela pressed on a sore spot on her leg.
"Hush Lena, I'm trying to focus." Of course Angela could tell that Fareeha was staring at her. She could tell since before their mission too. But thinking about having those pretty eyes on her wouldn't end well under the circumstance.
Lena wiggled her eyebrows, her mask no longer on her face, instead hanging off her neck, "So you mean you wouldn't be able to focus if you thought about Fareeha too hard?" As Angela was about to poke her again Lena sped away to Fareeha's side, laughing and throwing her arm jovially around the soldier's shoulders.
The two women's eyes met, Fareeha looked away immediately, her grip on her helmet strengthening. She may have looked away but Angela didn't, not until they landed.
"Fareeha. Come to my office after you shower will you?" Angela made sure Fareeha heard her through all the chatter and cheers of their friends.
"Me? Why? I'm fi-!" She let out a pained yelp at the firm press of Angela's elbow against her armor, right above her injured ribs. "Fine." The word was spoken a lot like a squeak, affirming that Fareeha was in fact not fine, just worse then she wanted to admit. "A- I'll be there."
Angela didn't have to trace her finger up her armor and under Fareeha's chin when she walked away but she couldn't get enough of those beautiful brown eyes looking her way. She knew they were following every light sway of her hips as she walked away. Yes, that was very deliberate on her part but she knew by the sound that Fareeha stifled that the fellow agent didn't hate it.
"The doc likes you." Lena just loved playing matchmaker for her friends. Who wouldn't when it was so fun to see Fareeha look away in embarrassment. Fareeha was in desperate need of a shower, and it had nothing to do with the mission she was on. She spent too much time under the cold blast of water, she was left aching more afterwards, which was the opposite of what she wanted when going to visit Angela.
Her hand hovered above the door of the medical wing. Should she have dressed better? All she had were her pants and a tanktop. Then again this was just a check up and fewer layers of clothing were more preferable to get it over with quickly. The only problem is that Fareeha wanted it to go on as long as possible.
After steeling her nerves she pushed the door open and was met with the usually cold interior of the medical room. Except this time there was a particular source of warmth in it. Angela, sitting in her chair, with her coat hanging off it and her blouse slightly unbuttoned. Ah, there was yet another source of heat. "Fareeha. Take a seat."
"There's really no need for this. It's not as bad as it looks."
"I'll be the judge of that." Angela gestured to one of the empty beds. Despite being taller than the doctor Fareeha felt small in her office, so she took a seat and resigned to her fate. "I'm gonna lift this up." Fareeha shivered at her touch, even more when skin met skin and Angela's eyes met her naked ribs. "Fareeha…" Fareeha felt like she was being scolded, she looked away once again, "You were right, it's not too bad. But I'm afraid I wasn't entirely honest with you. I saw you take that hit, I knew it wouldn't be that bad with you physique and armor."
Upon hearing that Fareeha immediately pushed her tanktop back down. "Then why?"
"Because you haven't stopped staring at me since our reunion." Angela didn't need Lena to tell her what she already knew. But she did like the extra push that the speedster gave her. "It's getting very distracting, and I would appreciate-"
"I'll stop! I'm sorry if I freaked you out!" Now Fareeha really felt like she was being scolded. How embarrassing, she was a respected soldier and she got reduced to a mess by a pretty blonde.
She felt Angela's fingers going up her shoulder and pushing until the doctor was in her lap. In. Her. Lap. Angela was in her lap. What was happening? Why was she too stunned to speak? Or do anything but stare at Angela's… oh fuck… is that a beauty mark?!
"I'm so flattered but I want you to look up here for right now." Angela tilted Fareeha's head by her chin, her long fingers scratching just light enough for Fareeha to feel her fingernails on her skin. "Fareeha, if you want to look at me like that you need to be ready to voice the things you want. Otherwise I'll have to drag them out of you. That wouldn't be very fun now would it?"
Fareeha had a hard time focusing, she saw Angela's lips moving but Angela was in her lap! "Yes." That was probably the right way to respond seeing how she only heard half the question.
"Oh? You like being punished then?" Angela teased as her hands roamed up and down Fareeha's buff arms.
"What? No! Not really, I just… being here feels like punishment enough. I already apologized about staring at you, what more do you want from me Angela?" Fareeha's breath caught in her lungs when Angela leaned in closer, the movement shifting the doctor's weight in her lap, her thighs warming her lap more than the pants were.
"I want you to be honest with yourself Fareeha." Honest? Did she mean-? Fareeha's eyes fell back on Angela's lips, they looked so soft, so tasty. "A little more darling."
"D-Darling?" If she wasn't burning up before she sure as hell was now. Her whole body was hot, she was sure Angela could feel her palms through her skirt. Fareeha wasn't sure when her hands drifted down there but Angela was clearly didn't mind them being there. "Honestly, I want to kiss you Angela. I wanted to kiss you since… a while ago." Fareeha was honest but she wasn't gonna admit how she had a crush on the doctor for years.
"Then kiss me already Fareeha." No one had to tell her twice now. Fareeha leaned forward at the same time as Angela leaned in, their lips met and for a moment Fareeha had to remember to breathe. The issue was that Angela's lipstick tasted too sweet so Fareeha had to breathe through her nose, she wasn't gonna pull away unless she absolutely needed to.
Angela's lips tasted like strawberries, must be her lipstick. But if you told Fareeha that it was just Angela's natural taste she would believe you. She wondered what else Angela would taste like, and where she might taste sweeter.
Her arms circled around the doctors hips, settling on her back, feeling it ripple under her touch as Angela gasped into her mouth. Fareeha wasn't prepared for tongue that slipped into her mouth, or for the moan that she heard after, the moan that sounded a lot like her name. She responded in kind, pushing her body against Angela's which then resulted in a slow grinding motion from the two, eliciting more moans, louder moans.
When they pulled away, barely, Fareeha noticed that Angela's lips looked a little bit redder then before. It wasn't the lipstick, that was already smudged. "Do those hurt?"
"Very much. You should kiss them better." When did Angela's voice get so sultry? It was normal a few minutes ago!
Fareeha wanted to hear her name said in that tone. That was her new mission. To achieve that she leaned in and captured Angela's lips again, this time taking the initiative and pressing her tongue against Angela's own. Her hands wandered to the front, fiddling with the buttons keeping the offending blouse together. Oh it was very pretty on Angela, but right now Fareeha needed it gone.
"So eager." Angela smirked against her lips, "Lean back Fareeha." Hearing her name spoken like that almost made Fareeha see fireworks. It was the sound she would hear in dreams from now on. "Keep your eyes on mine. Not an inch lower." She temped her by slowly undoing button by button. Fareeha bit the inside of her cheek and gripped Angela's thighs, hoping to have enough strength not to look down. From the bottom of her vision she saw a sliver of a black bra. "You can look now."
She never looked down faster.
Her mouth went dry. "Angela."
"Yes, darling?" The doctor knew she wasn't being fair to the soldier. She was teasing way too much, but that was what Fareeha got for keeping quiet for so long. "Tell me what you want."
"You." There it was. Finally. It felt so good to say, "I want you Angela."
Angela leaned forward again, Fareeha's eyes back on her's to try and not act too horny right now.
"Hey Doc, do you have any-" Lena stopped mid stride, her eyes zooming from Fareeha who was on her back, and Angela who was half naked on top of her. "Oh! I knew it! Nevermind! Have fun lovebirds!" Lena all but squealed as she skipped her way out and left the two new lovers alone.
Fareeha hid her face in her hands, too embarrassed to look anywhere right now. She didn't even want to be here. Except that she did because her crush was still half naked on top of her. "I suppose I should go see what she wanted. Would you like to do this again sometime?"
"Uhm… yes. After… after a date maybe?" She peaked at Angela through her fingers, catching the beautiful sight one last time before it vanished under the doctor's blouse.
"A date sounds nice. Are you free tomorrow night?" Angela groaned a little when she moved down from Fareeha's strong lap. That sound would also be filed in Fareeha's brain for later. "Angela?"
"Hm? Yeah! I'm free." If she wasn't she would make time damn it!
"I look forward to it. I'll see you later darling. Until then don't do anything too strainous on the body. Just in case." Fareeha shivered again when Angela's finger moved from her chin to her ribs. Once again she couldn't keep her eyes off the blonde as she walked away.
Anything too strainous? Just for her hands.