Angela, fresh out of the shower, was wrapping a bathrobe around herself when the communicator chip in her ear buzzed. She paused at first, already having talked to Winston about joining the revival of Overwatch. Outside the organization, few people knew of the chip, let alone had the tech to reach her through it. She answered it, a cheery voice chiming in her ear.
"Evening love! Mind opening the door?"
"Tracer?" She said, not at all expecting it to be the British pilot calling her. Her throat tightened, her lips quirking up a bit at thought thought of the woman.
Angela jogged to open the door to her hotel room with a slight pep in her step, barely noticing the cold winter air that swept in. There she was, clad in her usual bomber jacket and a pair of jeans.
Lena 'Tracer' Oxton, the girl that fell through time.
It had been too long.
"Heyy…." Whatever Lena had prepared to say died in her throat when she noticed the state the doctor was in; hair untied and damp with only a bathroom cinched around her waist, the neckline plunging down down- "Wow, I'm really gay."
The Brit's mouth snapped shut, her shoulders shooting up to meet her ears.
"What?" Angela was barely able to conceal a smile.
"Uh, gaaaay to see you! Yeah, that's it, w'know, as in happy?" She tried to regain her composure, to keep her eyes from wandering down to far. This was supposed to be a reunion, not some invitation to shag.
By the look incredulous Angela was given her, Lena could feel the heat of embarrassment quickly rising up her neck.
"Ah, bloody hell."
She was about to turn to leave when a hand reached out and grabbed her arm, the sound of light hearted chuckling warming her heart.
"It's nice to see you too, Lena." A gentle tug into an embrace. She instantly relaxed into it and took a steadying breath, Angela had changed to a different shampoo. They parted sooner than either would've liked. "Come in, I'm sure you came all the way out here in hopes of catching up, ja?"
Angela turned walked back into the room, feeling the eyes follow the sway of her hips. She smiled to herself, she knew pretty well what was one Lena's mind now. There was an exasperated huff behind her, the door shut and the woman followed her in.
Her mind wandered to memories that seemed so far away, ones that she pushed so far away after the fall of Overwatch. Their first real contact with each other began with stabilizing the pilot, then developing into a friendship with Tracer bursting into the med-bay eager to sure her a new trick with the chronal accelerator, to gentle knockings and a plate of food when research stole her away for too long.
When Lena had not-so-accidently blinked right into the doctor and slamming her into a wall, sly smiles, lingering touches, fictitious check-ups behind closed doors.
Nonsense, that was years ago, they both agreed to break it off when Overwatch was forced to disband.
But now that Winston had called them all back…
"So love, how's life been treating you?" Angela blinks, the question pulling her back to the situation at hand; Lena sprawled on her bed, flipping through the channels of the small tele.
Her mouth goes a bit drier.
"Well enough, I've been moving from place to place, mostly to makeshift infirmaries to help people injured by Talon attacks." She frowns slightly, thinking of the last news reports, how many she had failed to help, arriving too late, not enough supplies. All those she couldn't save.
She shook the thought away, now wasn't time to dwell upon it, not with an old colleague, a friend,
A lover
Feeling bold, Angela sank onto the mattress next to the pilot's head, hand running through the still unruly locks. Lena stiffened at the sudden contact before smiling and easing back down. She looked down at her content expression.
"How about you," Angela dragged her eyes lower, watching her throat bob as Lena swallowed. "What brings you here?"
Lena's eyes darken, her lips parting slightly with a small gasp when fingers brush against her exposed neck. Entranced, mind a buzz.
"Not that I mind the company."
They were back at it in full swing, as if no time had passed. The hairs on the back of Lena's neck stood at attention at the tone of Angela's voice. Hand at her throat, so close, her mind was already aching to fall in line.
"You." Lena answers truthfully, quiet, her heart pittering away. "I've, uh, missed you."
Her skin was hot to the touch, the blush returned and spread down lower, lower
Lower still
A groan rumbled out of her mouth, the hands trailing down and latch onto the zipper of her jacket. Another hand joined, slipping under the leather as the other pulled at the metal tab.
"Is that right?" Taunting, teasing, she looked up at the intense gaze of Angela. Gone was her usual look of gentle compassion, replaced by this sharp, demanding one that only surfaced in the bedroom. In control. "What about me did you miss?"
Dominating
The zipper passed the swell of her breasts, the dim glow of her anchor pulsed with the rapid beating of her heart.
"Uh, y-your face."
She stammered, still enraptured with her wonderfully blue eyes.
"Mmmm, don't be shy." Angela hummed, somehow reading exactly where Lena's mind wanted to wander to.
"Your voice."
Fingers splayed on her stomach that was knotted right below the skin, exploring, re-exploring. The jacket was peeled back, cool air breezing over her heated skin.
No shirt, no bra
"How naughty." Angela muttered to herself.
Lena took pause at the comment, the short scraping of nails urged her to continue.
"Your touch."
Fingers pinched at her stiff nipples, her voice breaking into a whine.
"Your lips."
Lena reached up, impatient. Unable to rise up with the hands on her chest, and pulled Angela's face down. The kiss was slow but firm, saying all the things neither of them could put into words at the moment.
"I've missed you."
"I'm so glad you're alive and safe."
"I love you."
Years apart, no communication lest they wanted the United Nations monitoring the conversation. The world keeping them separated, their jobs keeping their lives dangerous. They parted, hands cupped around their faces, smiling, sweet relief.
"You want this, don't you?" Angela's face is soft again, caring, fearing that they were moving too quickly.
"Yes." She's breathless, body tingling and ready to go.
Lena didn't notice the hand at the back of her head until it tightens and pulls at her hair. A sharp gasp, the sting like electricity down her spine.
"Yes what?"
The look back instantly.
"Yes ma'am!"
The word danced off her tongue perfectly, natural, further her mind sinks down. A lopsided grin spread on her lips.
A thumb brushed against her cheek and coaxs her eyes open.
"We're going to take this slow, okay Lena?" Relearn boundaries, they'll have time to test them later. Comfort zones. Lena kissed her again.
"Yes ma'am."
She whispered, confident but with butterflies alive in her gut. She trusted Angela, and she did the same with the pilot; trusting Lena to tell her if she went too far. Lena couldn't wait until they could be rougher, more passionate, when they would see marks on each other the next day and share knowing grin..
But for now, Lena let herself lean back, the mattress sinking around. Angela sat straddling her stomach, the knot of her robe loosened by the movement. She doesn't have the chance to enjoy the view before there are lips on her neck, a hand pulling her head back.
Lena slid her hands up Angela's thighs, soft hairs flattening at the touch. A particularly hard bite rips an unexpectedly loud groan from her mouth.
"Fuck" She moaned, a hand palming her sensitive breast, more now from the lack of attention they would get due to the constant presence of her chronal accelerator. Never around Angela though, no, she learned that she missed out on too much.
"Take off my robe for me." The words whispered into her ear. She moved to do as she was told, the hand at her head pulled her back sharply, stilling her hands. "No, use your mouth, hase(bunny)."
The old pet name flooded her chest with warmth. The hand unhooked from her head. Lena grinned and looked up at Angela as she grasped the sash with her teeth.
She knew that the doctor loved to watch.
The knot came undone with the lightest of tugs. Now free, the robe fell open and she could see that Angela was enjoying this just as much as she was.
Angela shifted up, repositioning her hand to the top of Lena's head. Lena's mouth watered with anticipation, knowing exactly what the plan was.
The doctor waited for any signal for her to stop, her core hovering right above the pilot's face.
Lena brought her hands up to brace the back of Angela's legs, helping to guide her down. Her mouth climbed up the inside of her thigh, leaving behind a trail of skin wet and red from open kisses and teeth. The heady scent rolled off from the damp slit as she inched closer.
Lena heard a grunt above her, the fingers once again entangled in her locks.
"Do not tease me or I will do the same to you tenfold." It's hissed out, a threat or an incentive.
Lena happily relented, extending out her tongue and licking a broad stroke along the folds. The reaction was immediate, Angela sunk a hand into the sheets next to Lena's head, eyes intent on watching the woman between her legs.
"Good girl." The words of praise coursed like morphine through Lena's veins, fueling her to work with new found intent.
Her tongue glided up and down, testing the pattern she remembered Angela loving so much. By the surprised groan and the shivering of her thighs, Lena knew she had gotten it right.
Pride swelled in Lena's chest; Angela's commanding presence flitted in and out, replaced by a woman quietly gasping, muttering line after line of German under her breath. Undone, beautiful.
All her doing, her tongue making her this way.
"Eyes here, hase."
Lena hadn't even realized she had slid her eyes closed until the order came. It seemed that Angela was able to gather back some of her composure, her eyes full of sharp love. Watching her perform quick circles around her stiff clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She challenged her, slightly amused but still smug about getting Angela there so quickly.
"That's it."
Her voice grew higher, a few more strokes. The grip tightened, Lena let out a low moan, the pain searing her nerves.
The unrelenting hold kept Lena's face in place as hips ground hard against her. The rhythm was failing, each trust becoming more erratic than the last. She heard a half cry as Angela's body went taut, more liquid dribbled off her already soaked chin. They never broke eye contact, just the fluttering of lashes as Angela was sent over with a particularly rough string of German. Lena slowed her tongue, lazy drags to ease her back to reality.
"Such a good girl."
The doctor shifts to the side, leaning down to press a long kiss onto Lena's lips. She let herself be explored, soaring on her own high of doing well. Hands smooth over tousled hair, affectionate, caring.
The hot mouth moved lower, nipping at Lena's jaw, neck, collarbone. She's certain there's a dopey grin on her face now. Lips and teeth sealed around a nipple, sucking, tugging, making her toss her head back with a throaty groan. Fingertips make quick work of the fly of her jeans.
"Please." The word came tumbling out as they pressed through damp fabric. She didn't care about the desperate need that encased the word.
"Already begging." Angela smirked against her breast, earning a whine of disappointment when her hand retracted.
Another kiss, hot breath against her lips.
"Hips up."
Lena scrambled to comply.
Nails scraped angry red paths as the jeans and panties were pulled down in one smooth motion. In another time, another place, Lena would've put up a fight, made things a bit more interesting. Disobeying an order in hope of earning herself a fun little punishment until she yielded, if only for a moment.
But now
Now all she wanted was for Angela to fuck her senseless.
"Ma'am-"
Fingers dug into her hip, her plea fell apart into another whimper.
"Patience."
Bollocks, it was the last word she wanted to hear right now.
Lena twisted her hands into the sheets, fighting the urge to thrust her hips up to find some sort of contact. Even if she tried, the hands kept them pinned in place. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling her mouth make its way down. Some kisses soft and chaste, others harsh with teeth that wrenched sobs of pleasure from her throat.
Slow, agonizing, and oh so hot
"Please." She tried again, chancing a look down at the woman torturing her. Pupils blown, jaw slack trying to steady her breathing. Her scarlet blush tipped her ears all the way down to her bellybutton.
The look of pure need.
"Shite, please just fuck me, Angela."
She couldn't hold back anymore, couldn't remember the last time she needed Angela's touch this badly.
The doctor smiled, face softening slightly; her usual cocky, stubborn pilot reduced to a pile of mush and want. Angela almost felt bad for dragging it out.
Swiftly, her fingers pushed through damp trimmed curls and found the source of all the heat. Her smile widened at how easily two fingers slipped into the slick folds.
"Yes." Came the hissed response.
Angela continued teasing Lena's nipples with her mouth as she pumped her fingers in and out, quickly finding a rhythm that had her writhing under her. Noises and incoherent words spilled from her swollen lips with every rock of her hand, thumb now drawing circles around her clit.
"I've- I've missed you so much Angela." The confession fell out, the first comprehensible sentence to come out of Lena's mouth since the fingers began working.
Angela's chest filled in affection, remembering the Lena's habit when she was emotional, especially when they been apart due to missions. She hummed against the woman's neck, bringing their faces together once again. Lena did her best to keep her eyes open through heavy lips, more shallow gasps and murmurs against Angela's lips.
"You, all of you. Your smile. Your clever brilliant mind." Every word inclined in pitch, harsher with every breath, shattering into a moan when a third finger was added.
Angela drank it all in, muttering her own words of encouragement while Lena adjusted to the fullness. She curled her fingers, searching-
"Fuck!" Lena gripped both sides of her face, smashing their faces together in a tangle of lips, tongues, and teeth.
Her gasps came out hard.
"I love you."
Foreheads slick with sweat, leaned together, eyes gazing into each other, open.
"I love you so much."
Lena gave out a strangled cry as she was sent careening off the edge. She snapped her head back, Angela pulled away just in time not to be stuck by her chin. Lena sunk her teeth into her palm to keep herself from waking everyone in the hotel.
Fingers slowed, soft kisses peppered over the fresh marks on her neck. Gently, as Lena did for her, Angela brought her back down, listening to the thudding of the pilot's chest.
The room became still broken only by soft sighing and sleepy kisses. Lena kicked her jeans off the rest of the way so she laid beside the woman she so missed and loved with only the bed and the soft glow of her anchor between them. Her mind began to drift off when the mattress shifted, footsteps soft on the carpet.
Lena's heart seized with panic, had Angela changed the mind? Did she not feel the same? Breath held, she waited for the dreaded request for her to leave.
Instead, the lights flicked off, the bed dipped back down, arms pulled her against a warm chest.
But the fear didn't leave, Lena's mind kept wandering, worrying, weary.
"So you missed me?' Lena didn't have to look up to hear the amusement in Angela's voice.
"Bloody right I did." She huffed, burrowing herself deeper into the embrace.
"I've missed you too."
But her heart did not relax, skip a beat yes, the words did not reassure her of the thoughts that swirled about her head. Years away, worrying that one day she'd turn on the news and see a story of a 'former overwatch agent' killed somewhere in the world.
One night it did, she had dropped her dinner and rushed to tele to catch the tail end of the story. She was sobbing with terror, with relief when it was someone she didn't recognize on the holo, another poor soul. That day she felt terrible for being so happy because somewhere in the world, someone did the same that she did and was greeted with the face of their love on the screen.
But now they're back into the fray as an explicitly illegal organization to save a world that didn't want them, against a force that wanted every one of them dead. And yet they all answered the call, some jumping at the chance to join the fight despite the reputation. Hearts of gold.
This time, would they make it?
Would this make it?
A gentle hand stroked her bare back. Angela must've noticed Lena's labored breathing, her still elevated heart rate.
The way her fingers clung onto Angela for dear life.
"Let's talk about it in the morning, ja?"
Soothing, Lena focused on the now, the thought that here was Angela, no longer hundreds of miles away, no longer somewhere on the battlefield with little more than a pistol to protect herself. Finally her mind began to calm.
"Okay."
She pressed her ear against the warm chest, sliding her eyes closed. Hearing the even breathing, remembering the nights she would fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat.
Wait
Lena pressed her ear harder, perhaps she had missed it?
Nothing
Just the rise of fall of every breath Angela took.
Time seemed to freeze, how did she not notice?
"Angela, your heart…" Lena stammered.
"Shhhh." For a moment, Angela had stiffened at the word before she pressed a kiss onto Lena's forehead. "I'll...explain in the morning."
A moment pass, she didn't know what to think.
But she trusted her, fear still drummed in the chest but...She didn't want to think about it now. Already tired, she kissed the very alive doctor's collarbone. Trust that in the morning, all will be right.
"G'night, love"
"Good night, hase."