Never above you, never below you, always beside you

One-shot collection

First shot: Waking to the sound of your breathing

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.

When Fareeha woke, she came to slowly.

The light behind her still closed eyelids told her that she must have fallen asleep not too long ago, afternoon not yet turned into evening as the sun still glaring through the windows as brightly as ever. She took a deep breath and lifted her head, wincing when she felt the stiffness spreading through her neck like a wildfire and cursed herself mutely for dozing off in such an uncomfortable position. Her lips parted in an uncontainable yawn before she gave them a tentative lick, wetting the dry and split skin before she finally dared to open her eyes, brown orbs blinking against the harsh orange glow filtering into the room.

It took her a few moments to find her bearings and after she had gotten used to the shift in lighting she scanned the area around her, realization dawning on her like the rise of a new day. They had landed in Gibraltar after an exhausting 12-hour flight from Egypt after 76 had called some of the members to the old Overwatch watchpoint. Fareeha had barely been able to keep her eyes open long enough to be conscious throughout the thirty minute drive towards the base and had dropped the minute her body had relaxed into something more comfortable than a plane seat mainly one of the couches in the entrance area. Her gaze fell on the large military duffel bag and the smaller trolley right next to it before a sudden movement between her legs tore her attention from their luggage towards the woman she had taken the trip with.

Light blonde, almost white hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, giving off a vibrant glow as the sunlight reflected off of it. Her sky-blue eyes were hid behind pale eyelids, lightly painted lips parted in a restful slumber, deep and even breaths ghosting over the fabric of Fareeha's shirt. One arm was loosely wrapped around the ex-soldier's waist while the other one's hand had a surprisingly strong grip on the front of her shirt, just above her stomach. Seeing the doctor so relaxed, expression void of any worries, was a rare sight that brought a genuine smile to the taller woman's face before she leaned down slightly to whisper into her girlfriend's ear.

„Rise and shine, Angela. The other's will most likely get here soon, we should get ready for the briefing."

The light flutter of her eyelashes betrayed the medic's attempt at playing "dead asleep", right next to the most adorable and heart-melting smile that broke out on her face, still with sleep hazy eyes looking up at the much more awake Egyptian.

"Morning to you too, Liebling", she mumbled against the lips offered to her before she captured them, shifting slightly from her previous sleeping position to sit on her lover's lap more comfortably, "or whatever time it is here right now. I lost track after Egypt."

Fareeha hummed into the exchange of breaths before she pulled the woman tighter against her, chest swelling with affection as her familiar and calming scent entered her nose. Quiet, almost tranquil moments like these were rare for the both of them, their respective duties as Overwatch agents always keeping them wary and on their toes, often even separated from each other. So when they had found out that they would be needed together for the next mission they had been utterly ecstatic, with Fareeha wrapping the smaller doctor up in her arms and swirling her around in joy until their laughter had become so intense that Angela had begged to be let down to catch her breath. It had been a small celebration in the privacy of Fareeha's apartment back in Egypt and afterwards, not even half a day later, they had already been well on their way to their next assignment, together.

A full-blown yawn, loud and uncovered, tore the dark-skinned woman out of her silent reverie and she chuckled at the slightly disheveled look of her significant other before running her worn and calloused fingers through the golden locks, carefully untangling the lose strands.

"It's late afternoon actually, which means that Lena and Aleksandra should be arriving soon. I doubt you want to meet them looking like you pulled an all-nighter two nights in a row, old lady."

"Rude. I will have you know that I am just 5 years older than you", the doctor retorted before rising from the woman's lap and crossing her arms over her strapless top in fake hurt. "Plus, if it hadn't been for a certain someone keeping my up all night I might not be so utterly exhausted today."

"My apologies, ya amar", Fareeha breathed against the bare skin of her lover's shoulder before placing a series of soft kisses all over it, "but I recall you enjoying yourself last night, if I'm not mistaken."

Mercy bit her lip to keep the noise of pleasure daring to escape her throat from doing just that, faint goosebumps breaking out over her body as she felt she lips that were now resting on her neck curling into a knowing smirk. God this woman was a walking tease and Angela both loved and hated her ability to act so flirtatious while retaining a mask of curious innocence. She was just about to remind her lover that the other members would indeed be arriving soon when a sudden noise of discomfort made her turn around, only for her to see the security chief rubbing her neck with an obvious expression of pain painted all over her features. She removed the rubbing hand with her own and carefully prodded at the muscles on and around Fareeha's neck, noticing how a very specific point made her wince as she pressed down on it.

"Fareeha, I know that you can sleep pretty much anywhere but having a kink in your neck can lead to headaches and stiffness at best."

Angela rolled her eyes when all she received was a mildly apologetic smile and a half-assed shrug of the Egyptian's shoulders. She loved the woman but damn she could be so frustrating at times, too.

"It's just a sore neck Angela", she said before she lifted the pale hand off her neck, giving it a gentle kiss onto its back before entangling her fingers with the ones of the doctor. "Plus you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to wake or move you. The sight of your peaceful face is worth any hardship after all."

The wink that followed the already cheesy line made the older woman giggle like a teen on their second date before she was pulled against the front of the dark-skinned ex-soldier, her abs pressing against the doctor's lean but softer midsection rather noticeably, eliciting the faintest of blushes even after months of being in a physical relationship with the Amari offspring. She was just about to press her painted lips against the ones of her love when a Cockney accent tore through the air like a knife through butter, sound accompanied by the boisterous laughter of her Russian companion.

"Well ain't you two just being the most adorable little biscuits out there, loves? We British drink our tea with milk not sugar so stop being so gosh darn sweet, you're already givin' me a toothache!"

The pair parted after Angela whispered something into the taller woman's ear, already plastering a semi-scolding look onto her face to show the disapproval of Tracer's humorous use of pain-related issues before she took off with the smaller Brit, trolley in tow, Fareeha and Aleksandra trailing behind them after a short fight over who would carry whose luggage. Needless to say the pink-haired mountain of a woman had taken both duffel bags into one hand and had warded off the assaulting Egyptian with the other, quickly settling the friendly dispute.

"You're ferocious like a Russian mountain dog Fareeha", the ex-bodybuilder exclaimed with an exaggerating hand gesture, giving the much smaller woman a rough visual of the referred animal's height. "They are big, fuzzy and loyal and so affectionate they will literally smother you if you're not careful."

Zarya evaded the blow meant to hit her upper arm while giving another boisterous laugh before giving her friend and rival a strong pat on the back, grin simmering down to an honest smile before she continued in a quieter, less mocking tone.

"You make her happy, we can all see that even if we do not all openly say it. So you better keep on doing that or I'll put you through the work-out session of hell, understood?"

The ex-soldier smiled faintly and nodded up at her teammate before returning her gaze to the blonde mane lightly swaying from side to side of the woman walking just a few feet in front of her, whispered words echoing inside her head like a record.

"Meet me in my room after midnight, I'll help you work out that kink you have."

Fareeha knew that Angela had referred to the kink in her neck but by all means, a woman can hope for more, right?

Translation:
Ya Amar (يا قمر) - My Moon (which means my most beautiful) pronounced: YA KAMAR (Arabic)

Liebling - darling (German)

I had the sudden idea of them just cuddling together and welp, an hour later this came to be. I hope you enjoyed it and I'll see you guys next time :)

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