Oof, again, i swear I'm working on 'At the Seams' but little 'ol thirsty me needed to write this after getting inspired. I saw this post (post/151215711527/commission-for-mikey-beans-theyre-at-it-again) by Ultahit a while back and i knew i wanted to write something for it. Well, here it is kiddos, playing with a few kinks that I personally don't have but it's fun to explore. Be safe and enjoy ya heathens.

On another note, quick shout out to the lovely Saphixxx who has offered to beta read 'At the Seams', i promise you I'm working on it XD. I keep getting ideas and I'm trying not to leave this new chapter on a cliche cliffhanger.

"Hello, I received your message Fareeha, I hope everything is alright back at base?"

Fareeha grins and sets the laptop onto the table, dipping down so her entire body blocks the view from the camera. There's a giddiness that buzzes through her entire body as she sees Angela's face on the screen raise a questioning eyebrow.

"All is well. However, we hope that you enjoy the show." Fareeha says, still smirking and lifting her black tank top over her head. Before Angela could say a thing further, a blush erupts across her face.

Stepping away from the laptop, it becomes known that Fareeha is not wearing a bra or pants or even underwear. The light in the room catches just right to show a glistening hidden beneath her trimmed curls. Moving aside, Angela can see Aleksandra kneeling naked behind her on the bed, hands clasped behind her head, a bright blue toy buried between her legs.

In a panic, Angela tears her eyes off of the screen in her lap. Her gaze darts around the dark room of modest hotel room she was assigned to. Of course she is alone, but the fear creeps up into her gut and tangles with the steadily building heat. The instructions gave absolutely no hints to this other than to call Fareeha at around 2100 when she had a moment to be alone in her room.

Not that she is complaining.

Aleks chuckles, seeing Angela finally settle back down and stare intently at the scene unfolding. Not one to shy away from the spotlight, Aleks looks at the camera, knowing that she's making 'eye contact' as she grinds her hips forward. She lets a groan fall from her mouth, lip caught between her teeth in a half smirk. A glance down to the video box and she is rewarded with the sight of Angela, eyes lidded and her mouth slightly agape.

"Do you like what you see, Angela?" The doctor sinks into her pillow with a nod, a hand disappearing beneath the sheets.

"We've missed you, habibti." Fareeha climbs onto the bed, directing her eyes at the laptop while her hands roam Aleks' rigid landscape of muscles. She nestles her face into the crook of Aleks' neck and presses her soft breasts against her back. "I believe that Aleksandra here has missed you the most."

Aleks takes a sharp breath at the sudden contact, quickly losing her smirk as Fareeha's hands brings her hips up and then slowly back down; the toy slides easily in and out of her wet folds.

"Oh? And what have you missed about me, dear?"

Her eyes squeeze shut, Angela is using that damned voice full of teasing wickedness. Aleks is already having trouble forming coherent thoughts with one of Fareeha's hands urging her up and down and the other fingering her aching clit. But she does her best to answer the question.

"I've missed your voice." The hand at her clit rises up, smearing a damp trail across her abs before wrapping around her throat. Alek's chin is forced up, even if she did open her eyes, she'd only be staring at the blank ceiling.

"Your mouth." Lips seal over her taunt shoulder, sucking fast and sharp. The pain surges through her like a wildfire and she almost doubles over when teeth sink into her back.

"Ah!" For a moment she loses focus; the hand between her legs, the fingers around her throat, sharp canines biting into her skin. Her arms jerk down and reach behind to pull Fareeha tighter against her back. The warmth of her body sends shivers over her skin.

"Get up and kneel at the foot of the bed, back to the camera." Fareeha orders with her lips brushing against the angry red mark on Alek's shoulder.

It isn't often that Aleks is the one receiving commands, but tonight with the thrill of Angela watching closely through the monitor and Fareeha's demanding tone; she find herself very much willing to simply let go and trust in their directions. Aleks pushes herself off the mattress with a slight groan as the drenched, rubber cock begins to slip out.

"Keep that in, dear." Angela's voice sounds through the speaker and Aleks comes to a screeching halt. "And don't use your hands."

Embarrassment floods Aleks' system at the order. She quickly sinks back down and does everything she can to flex her pelvic muscles and keep the toy inside as she rises back up onto her knees. It's surface is smooth, its weight heavy as Aleks moves swiftly and carefully as to not jostle it out of her tentative grip. She can feel the amused look of Fareeha bearing down from behind her. One step, two, her knees meet the carpet.

"Good girl." The embarrassment is washed away with Angela's words of praise once she settles onto the floor, her back to Angela, toy resting on the ground still buried in her clinging heat. Her lips twitch up at the sense of accomplishment and she flexes, knowing how much Angela loves to run her hands over both her's and Fareeha's muscles.

But Angela can't when she's thousands of miles away on an assignment.

"It is not nice of you to tease." Fareeha swings her legs over the edge of the bed, spreading them wide so Aleks can see her drenched folds. With a not so gentle hand, Aleks is guided forward by the back of the head.

Her mouth is already watering at the sight and the heady smell of Fareeha's arousal.

Fareeha stops her face centimeters away, Aleks can feel the heat radiating off of Fareeha's slick sex. She holds her there for a moment before pulling her back, then guiding once again to hover right over her slit. Confused, Aleks glances up and sees Fareeha grinning smugly down at her.

"Hands behind your back."

Aleks hastily complies, her eyes darting back to the prize in front of her. She could extend her tongue out, swipe up a taste of Fareeha's desire.

But she waits somewhat patiently for the next command, gently grinding herself down onto the toy to distract her mind from the urge to dive in face first. The seconds pass and still Fareeha just holds her there, fingers stroking through her hair as if she were a pet.

"Tell me how much you want it." Fareeha's voice is gravelly, deep, and full of lust. Aleks chuckles to herself, remembering how much the soldier got off from just holding physical power of someone. She decides to stoke Fareeha's ego for this special occasion.

"Please, I want to lick your clit, taste you, make you come. I want it bad, ma'am." There's a flash in her eyes and a sharp breath at the sound of the word 'ma'am' rolling off of Aleks' tongue. A surrender of power, acknowledgement of authority; in a single word, the scene is cemented and a layer of trust envelopes all of them. It sounds ridiculous, the words at least, but in the moment, it may as well be a proclamation of love. "Let me show you much I want to pleasure you, ma'am."

"Good girl." This time, Fareeha whispers the words and finally presses Alek's face against her aching sex.

Aleks eagerly gets to work, drinking in the the wetness that quickly coats her tongue as well as the breathless sounds tumbling out from Fareeha's mouth. She starts off with slow, broad strokes of her tongue before swirling the tip in tight circles around Fareeha's swollen clit. The hand in her hair tightens more and more every time her places a harsh suck on the bundle of nerves, going from petting to a fistful of pink.

Intermingled with the lewd sounds of her mouth and the soft moans of Fareeha, Aleks can hear heavy breathing from behind her filtering through the speakers. If she could look, she'd see Angela's lips trapped between her teeth as she tries to bite back her groans. The video angle bounces up and down every now and again, a clear sign of what Angela's hand is doing underneath the sheets.

The fullness of the toy is not enough to make her come, but it surely does not go unnoticed as the heels of Fareeha's feet dig into her back and pulls her forward. Every movement that Fareeha makes echoes through Aleks and in turn, shifts the toy in her needy snatch. Lust has pooled so high in her gut, but with no way out, it gives Aleks a very persuasive incentive to get Fareeha get off so that she may come.

"Ride the toy, Aleks, and don't you dare come before Fareeha." Angela finally speaks, the words firm although slightly winded.

The order is one of the last things Aleks wants right now. As she shakily brings herself up and down to ride the dildo; it just serves to push to closer to the edge without enough stimulation to bring her over. Teetering in agonizing limbo, she screws her eyes shut, not realizing she had stopped until nails dig into her scalp and a growl rumbles from above her.

Aleks doubles her efforts.

The heels press harder, the fingers grip tighter and looking over Fareeha's heaving chest Aleks sees Fareeha's teeth clenched together. 'Almost' cries the high moans slipping past the ivory gates, 'right there, yes, yes, yes.'. Somehow Fareeha is able to switch her grip so that the pads of her fingers press down instead of the bite of her nails. Tighter and tighter until her other hand joins, her body snaps rigid and she folds over to pull Aleks' feverously working tongue deeper.

"Shit." Fareeha cries out one last time.

Aleks slows her pace, gently lapping up the small trickle of Fareeha's climax. She runs her tongue all along the folds as soft sighs of appreciation fills the silence. The fingers release their hold and smooth over her throbbing scalp. Fareeha tilts Aleks back enough for her to lean over and kiss her moist lips.

"Good girl." Fareeha murmurs once they part, full of warm affection, a thank you. Aleks smiles back, slightly smug with her body tingling in anticipation. For a second, Aleks nuzzles her face into Fareeha's hand, kissing the calloused palm she finds.

"You haven't come yet, have you?" She asks, Fareeha's tone instantly shifting back to an odd blend of accusation and genuine concern.

Aleks stiffens her back, returning to proper posture from before Fareeha had pulled her forward. She answers with a hint of pride to mask her desperation swirling in her crotch.

"No, ma'am."

"Would you like to?" Fareeha whispers, her mouth now directly next to Alek's ear. The small hairs of Alek's body prickle to attention as the hot breath wash over her ear and neck.

"Yes, please." Aleks groans, fingers pinch and roll her hard nipples.

"Stand up, hands on the bed, bend over and spread yourself. Show Angela how needy you are."

Aleks stumbles to her feet, legs slightly numb from being bent all this time. Hot, new humiliation courses through her at the sight of Angela still watching on the screen. Her confidence quickly returns; Angela is enjoying this, if the bright flush of her skin and half lidded eyes were any indication. That Aleks was the reason for Angela's lust, the two of them in same boat boat striving for release.

She makes a show of it, propping herself up on the pale teal sheets and thrusting her dripping sex towards the camera. The toy stands at attention on the carpet, a ring around it dark and soaked with Alek's juices. Fareeha picks the cock up, applying a healthy serving of lube to its already slick surface; a habit that Angela had drilled into all of them.

"I believe our good girl Aleksandra deserves a reward, don't you agree Angela?" Fareeha grins wildly, rubbing the length of the rubber cock along Alek's folds.

Aleks' mind has already slipped in deep, her entire body drumming in response to the teasing touch. She looks over her shoulder at the sound of Angela humming in mock thought.

"Yes, I think so too. But do not forget to ask for permission to come, Aleks."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good girl."

Once more, the praise strums deep inside of her.

"Where would you like this, Aleks?" The toy is pulled away, Fareeha's hand kneading the soft flesh of Aleks' ass.

Aleks shifts her gaze from the screen to Fareeha. The answer was usually obvious, but tonight she's feeling a bit adventurous, something to make up for the absence of their third.

"In my ass, ma'am"

Fareeha blinks once before chuckling in surprise. She coats her fingers with a dollop of lube and brings them to Alek's puckered hole.

"Where did you want it?" She teases a finger in, barely up to the first knuckle before pulling it back out. With her mind clouded with choking lust, Aleks presses her hips back in an attempt to chase the retreating digit.

"My ass, ma'am, please." She whimpers, another surge of arousal rocketing into her gut at being forced to beg. Fareeha continues to tease her hole, sinking her finger into deeper with every thrust. It's still not enough, not even with Fareeha adds a second finger, the slow burn of having her ass gradually stretched spreads across her body.

"Please ma'am, don't tease me anymore." Aleks whines, her hips moving in tandem with the pumping fingers. More, she needs more. A breathless cry is ripped from her throat, her head snapping down with her chin to her chest as a third finger is added.

"And yet you were teasing Angela earlier." Fareeha mutters amusedly, bringing a slight twinge of shame coupled with smug pride in Aleks.

The fingers move until the aches fades away to a pleasant buzz that vibrates across Aleks' nerves. Gently, they extract themselves, leaving her feeling empty and hungering for more. Her hips jerk forward when the cool tip of the toy is finally pressed against her ring of muscles.

"Ahh." Aleks hisses out, no amount of preparation can fully prevent the searing ache of something so thick sinking into her ass. Slowly, she stretches to accommodate its wide girth, her teeth clamped tight through the pain. Fareeha brings a finger around to Aleks clit, rubbing it to distract her from the intrusion.

Inch by inch, the blue toy disappears into Alek's hole, bullying its way past walls that do not want it there. But Aleks pushes her hips back because the heat surging her through her is quickly becoming too much, the peak that the two of them have brought her to somehow rising even higher. Already so close when the base of the dildo finally comes to a rest against her ass.

"Are you alright?" Fareeha asks, lovingly running her free hand over the expanse of Alek's cheeks.

"Da." Aleks nods, struggling to hold onto some semblance of a breathing pattern. "Move, please."

And so Fareeha eases the toy back out as Alek's walls try to cling onto it. Until her muscles are clamped tight just behind the head of the fake cock and Fareeha slowly begins to thrust it back in. Her hands twist into the sheets as the pace quickens. Moans spill with a waterfall from Aleks' gaping mouth, intertwined strangled breaths and broken curses.

Faster, in and out, the pain giving way to a dull ache and blinding pleasure.

More, please, more

Aleks nearly collapses into the bed when fingers return to her clit sending arcs of electricity up her spine. Almost there, so close; the fullness of the toy, the tight circles around her clit, sharp teeth suddenly biting into the sensitive skin of her ass cheek. It's almost embarrassing how soon she is ready to come.

"Please, ma'am." Aleks barely manages out, bringing her head up to look over her shoulder, trying to find Fareeha who has crouched down next to her.

"Ask Angela for permission."

Her eyes shoot to the laptop, pupils blown and desperate. Angela is still watching, her arm moving rapidly in the video feed. From the sounds coming from the speakers, it's obvious that she isn't too far behind Aleks.

"Please, may I come, ma'am?" Aleks whimpers, unsure how much longer she can hold out after being teased for the entire night.

Fareeha doesn't stop the thrusting of the toy, doesn't relent with her fingers or the nipping of her teeth. All of it piling up, higher and higher, begging for a way out but Angela remains silent in her answer.

"Please, please, please ma'am." The words becomes her mantra. She fights the urge to screw them shut from the overwhelming pleasure, not daring to break eye contact with Angela even though her neck is complaining about the odd angle. Her toes curl into the carpet, her entire body strung like a bow waiting for the shot to be fired.

"Keep your eyes on me, dear." Its gentle reminder of what Angela enjoys. Aleks feverously nods, anything if it'll grant her permission to come, trying to ignore the sense of shame for begging to a camera.

"Please may I come, ma'am."

"Yes you may."

"Thank you, fuck. Thank you, ma'am"

Like broken dam, Aleks cries out, entire body trembling as she careens over the edge. White dots her vision as she comes harder than she ever has before, each thrust of the toy bringing another surge that threatens to drown her. The fingers at her aching bud are replaced by Fareeha's lips and tongue. Through it all, Aleks puts all her effort into keeping her head turned and eyes locked on Angela on the laptop screen. A moment later, Angela is gasping and crying out with her.

Even past the crest, Fareeha continues to pump the dildo at the same pace, giving her no time to rest between waves of pleasure. Aleks' mind is torn between begging her to stop or continue with the thrusts. She doesn't think it possible, but with a particularly hard suck at her clit, a change in the angle of the thrusts, and Aleks is coming for a second time.

Taken by complete surprise, Aleks' arms give out and she collapses onto the mattress. Her gutteral moans are lost in the sheets as her hips jerk erratically. As much as she tries to props herself back up to look back at Angela, her body refuses to comply and she is forced to ride out the aftershock holding on for dear life.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Fareeha, Angela!" Her broken sobs are scarcely hear through the muffling of the sheets.

Gradually, Fareeha slows her pace, finally easing Aleks back down from her two orgasms. She tenderly kisses over the fresh teeth marks on Aleks' ass, pulling the dildo out with a lewd 'pop' and setting in onto the floor. Her mouth move over to Alek's slit, placing a light kiss and dragging her tongue across Alek's over stimulated sex.

All Aleks can manage is soft groan as she is eventually able to lift herself off of the bed. Fareeha pulls back, allowing Aleks to flip around and stare up at the ceiling still half dazed. Her mind and body hums with sweet satisfaction.

The bed dips down as Fareeha lays down beside her, laptop in hand. With a bit of finagling, The two of them worm their way under the covers with Angela settled on top the of the sheets between them. Fareeha taps on the screen, shutting off the lights of the room linked to the computer.

"I've missed you two." Angela is the first to speak, voice already heavy with sleep. She smiles longingly, relaxing back into her pillow.

"We've missed you too, Angela." Aleks replies, pulling Fareeha close so that both their faces can fit into the view of the camera.

Though the excitement of the night is winding down into a blanket that wants to bathe them in the serenity of sleep, they stay awake for the next hour or so catching up on the the last couple of days. Caring whispers of 'how was your day', 'Are you alright?', and 'we can't wait until you come home.'

No one said that a relationship in Overwatch was going to be easy and it's moments like this that it gets just a little easier to cope with the distance. And it's moments like this that they cherish in the warmth of each other's love trying to ignore the thought that tomorrow may never come.