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[The sun was still at least an hour away from even starting to creep over the horizon when Genji slips out of bed, awoken by a sound that no one else would have been able to hear while alert, much less from a dead sleep. Leaving the comfort of Angela's embrace so early wasn't how he wanted to spend his morning, but in the wake of her news the other night on the encroaching turmoil of the region, he can't risk not being on guard. He collects his swords and disappears into the pre-dawn gloom.

When he returns, it's with a new black singe mark on his chest that surrounds two points of contact for a taser lead and a newfound urgency.]

Angela, get up. [He grips her shoulder and gives her a gentle shake.] The camp is in danger.

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[Modesty wasn't going to do either of them any favors tonight. They only had so much time to themselves before they had to move on again trying to pretend that they didn't want to fuck was, quite frankly, the stupidest things Genji could think of right now. Not when they were already this far into it.

His fingers are exploratory and her affirmative reactions are all he needs. He drags his mouth down her throat and over her collar, leaving a moist trail of kisses down her chest.]

No lonely nights to yourself? [There's an obvious tease in his voice as he keeps moving lower, kissing between her breasts and pausing to lick at her navel.] No silent longing for a far away lover?

[He's grinning now and it's impossible to hide it, not with the way he finally sinks his shoulders down between her legs and glances up at her. A moment before he drags the flat of his tongue up the length of her sex and closes his lips around her clit.

He generally looks upon his past as wasteful and foolish, too many years being aimless, but just this once, maybe he can go easy on himself. His hands stroke the soft curve of her stomach and he hums as he circles her clit with his tongue. Modesty be damned.]

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[Angela watches him curiously, one hand resting against the back of his head.]

Oh, yes, and they were dreadful. Nothing compared to... [She bites her lip, the muscles in her stomach tensing up beneath his touch. She draws in a quiet breath:] ...compared to the touch of another.

Perhaps one day I'll- ah- [The way he looks up at her and pulls her legs over his shoulders sends heat curling through her.] -tell you- [His head drops between her legs, that first drag of his tongue against her sex nearly sending her reeling.] -what I... what I-

Fick, Genji- [His mouth over her clit makes whatever she was trying to stammer out irrelevant. Her head's thrown back with a sharp gasp, resisting the urge to buck her hips too hard. Holy shit, she needed that.]

Genji, Genji... [She pants his name as she wills herself to look back at him, her skin growing flush and warm. When she feels him humming she nearly falls back into the pillows with a groan that dissolves into breathless laughter:]

Oh, you're mean. [She responds with a tilt of her hips, as if she could offer more of herself to him. It was almost too wonderful to be real, just the two of them like this, finally being able to express their feelings for each other.

With a few more quiet noises her free hand fumbles for one of his, squeezing their fingers together as her eyes fall closed in concentration.] Mmph, you're absolutely wonderful, mein liebling...

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[He's mean one moment and wonderful the next; he'd chide her on making up her mind, but his mouth is otherwise occupied and he has no intention of stopping. Not if he can get her to keep saying his name like that. Inner peace didn't mean he'd lost his ego.

She grips his fingers and he moves their hands to sheets at her hip, pinning hers down. His other arm wraps around her thigh, supporting that angle of her hips so he can put his shoulders into the way he lavishes attention on her clit, alternating between sucking and flicking with his tongue. He pauses only occasionally to give due attention to the rest of her, licking greedily between her folds as if a parched man finally lead to water.

Which might not be inaccurate. After his augmentation, he'd been at war with himself, and then the monastery... he hadn't realized just how long it had been before now, since he could last take pleasure not just in someone else, but in his own body. And of course it would be with Angela, the woman who saved him, who had captivated his thoughts no matter how hard he had tried to ignore it. Who else would have accepted him as he is? He has every intention to prove to her that her desire has not been misplaced.]

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[Her hand curls into a fist as her breathing grows more ragged. She lets herself sink back against the pillows but she forces herself to open her eyes so she can watch him.

It felt so wonderful, not just on a physical level- finally being able to give herself to him. No more protocols, no more doubts and regrets. Guilt that she couldn't give him the help he needed had weighed heavy on her for years, but now she could finally feel it starting to lift- tenderness flashes in her eyes as she looks down at him, her head tilted contemplatively to the side.

A hard shudder takes her by surprise and she groans, arching her back off of the bed, gritting her teeth as heat and pleasure wash over her.]

Ah, not yet- [She feels hyper aware of everything- the weight of him between her legs, each drag of his tongue, every bead of sweat sliding down her forehead and to her throat. Humidity was beginning to creep into the room, bathing her in heat and leaving her struggling from breath.

Her fingernails scrape against the back of her head- with a sharp cry her hips jerk up:]

Genji, GENJI- FUCK- [At the last second she smacks her hand over her mouth as her orgasm hits her. It does little to really muffle her screams, the way she practically sobs his name as wave after wave of ecstasy hits her. Her hips roll in a feeble attempt to match his movements, but every lick and suck just sends her spiraling back down. She crashes back against the blankets and pillows with one last yell, her hands frantically grasping for him.]

Fick mich....

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['Not yet' might as well have been an open challenge and he doubles down on her clit until she finally bucks up and he feels her orgasm wet against his lips and tongue. He doesn't take his eyes off her the entire time, watching her come apart from under the edge of his visor, beautiful and unhinged.

Her hands are pawing at his head, but he gives it a quick toss to dissuade her from grabbing hold before going back to rubbing his tongue in lazy swipes between her legs, working her down from her orgasm. The room was already muggy before, and with his face pressed against her sex, the taste and smells of her is borderline overwhelming.]

Ie-ie, Angela. I don't think they quite heard you in the next town over.

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[From beneath her hand Angela laughs, playfully swatting at him with her other one.]

If we do get kicked out, it's your fault. Or mine, I suppose. [She was the one who got naked, after all. With a soft sigh she sits back up, pushing messy hair back out of her face.]

Enjoying yourself? Come here. [She tugs him up so she can pull him into a kiss, taking in the taste of herself on his lips. When she breasks it she takes his chin in her hand, watching him closely.]

Did you... want me, like this? Back then? [Her voice is soft as her thumb rubs against traces of her orgasm- if she could blush anymore, she would. She's not entirely sure why she needs to ask this sort of question, or why she needs to hear the answer. Maybe some part of her still doesn't feel like this is real... maybe a very tiny part of her is turned on by the idea of it.]

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[He laughs with her and finally lets her pull him away when she sits up and denies him his advantageous position, kissing him before he can think to wipe his mouth. Not that she seems to mind. Which... is kind of hot, he decides.]

I am enjoying you. [Kneeling between her legs, he lets his hands come to rest on her thighs and falls quiet as she looks at him, her fingertips warm on his chin. He can tell there's more on the tip of her tongue, but what she does ask takes him by surprise and his expression softens. He won't lie to her, of that he's certain, but she has to know the ramifications of her question. Not only had she been his primary physician, she'd also technically out-ranked him.]

In a manner, yes, although I never would have acted on it. I felt unworthy of even the shame of admitting what I felt.

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[Her immediate reaction is to try and console him, even though she knows he doesn't need it. The Genji in her arms has made peace with who he was- and he did it without her.]

I wanted you to be happy. I really did. [There's a part of her, she thinks, that's always going to feel guilty that she didn't do enough... not as a doctor, but as someone who cared.] I never would have said that.

[She had already dangerously toed that line with the Blackwatch situation... it's actually surprising that nothing ever came of that besides rumors.

There is something about it that does get her heart pounding, yes, but forbidden romances always sound better in books. She shakes her head and smiles, taking his face in her hands.]

Ah, I'm sorry for the ruining the mood... [The kiss that follows is hot and long, only broken when she needs to breathe. She takes in a few deep breaths, her nose bumping against his as she savors the closeness.]

Let me make it up to you. [The mirth is back in her voice as she suddenly rolls them over, pinning him down underneath her. She sweeps her hair out of her face before she straddles him, a triumphant look in her eye.] Since you were enjoying me so much...

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[He doesn't doubt that her intentions had been for the best. He hadn't been able to see it at the time, but a part of him had known that she cared and that was enough for him. She didn't need to apologise for anything.]

You laid the path for my happiness. I only needed to learn to walk upon it.

[He sinks gladly into the kiss that follows, and when she breaks away and offers to make it up (as if she needed to), he's more than willing to let himself be pushed over. He sinks back against the sheets and makes no effort to hide the way he rakes his gaze down her body when she sits up over top of him.]

If you insist. [He grins and slides his hands up from her legs to her ribs, taking his time to appreciate the shape of her under his palms and the way his fingers move over each soft curve. He half expects to have his hand swatted away, but he reaches for her breast anyway.]

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[On the contrary, Angela seems to welcome his touch, cool metal leaving goosebumps in the wake of the path he traces up her body. She wants to say more, even if she's not sure what- but this wasn't the time... and Genji seems intent on not burdening her with his problems.

For now, she just needs to enjoy their time together. She lets his touch lull her in, hips teasingly rolling down against his as his touch goes higher. There's no need to rush things just yet... but of course she can say that, as if she hadn't just been on her back screaming his name only a few minutes ago.

When she feels him palm her breast she opens an eye, lips quirking into an amused smile.]

My, my, how bold... [She covers his hand with hers and presses his touch into the flesh of her breast, encouragingly dragging his palm roughly over her nipple. Her other hand traces a light trail down his throat and chest. It's frustrating to the both of them, she knows, that her touch is dulled to him, but that doesn't mean she can't try. She wants Genji to know that she wants him- all of him.]

Genji, I- [She bites her lip and suddenly rocks her hips down into his, hard. The heat between her legs had hardly ebbed, and the way she had been casually grinding against him definitely hadn't helped things... for either of them, probably.] -I want you.

[It'd be easy for her to take the lead here- she's not exactly unfamiliar with Genji's body or how it works, but... was there anyone else, between him leaving Overwatch and now? Genji's sort of situation was... not exactly the kind that enabled a healthy libido. Regardless, she doesn't want to presume too much- she may have crafted his body, but it wasn't hers to do with as she pleases.]

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[What he hadn't said, and what he truly believes now, was that that path ultimately lead back to her. It had been long and winding and at times more painful than he thought he could bear... but it had been worth it. He had found himself and, in doing so, found the man who might be worth her affection. He would never regret that.

She doesn't need to be gentle with him, but perhaps there's something tantalizing about the barely-there whisper of her touch, joined by little pinpricks of more defined sensation when her fingers skim over a thinner, softer parts of the suit. He could remove it- or at least as much of it as he could- but she grinds her hips down against him and he decides that neither of them have the time for that. He'd welcome her touch against his skin another night.

Pushing himself up, he slides an arm around her back, then lower, cupping her backside in his hand and lifting her up just enough that he can work his other hand in between them. His mouth brushes against hers, but doesn't push in for a proper kiss.] Tell me how much, Angela.

[There hadn't been anyone else, not since before the confrontation with his brother, but he certainly hadn't forgotten how sex worked. Nor does he doubt that he's capable of giving Angela just what she wants. The pieces of his suit that come away are slick thanks to her earlier squirming, but his fingers are deft and he works free his quickly hardening cock with a low sound of relief. Angela had been nothing if not dedicated in ensuring that he retain as much of his body's original functionality as possible, despite the need for a few.. augmentations here and there.

He lowers her back down and lets her come to rest against his thighs, both of his hands moving to her arms and guiding her down between them.]

I should thank you for your attention to detail. [He presses her hands to his cock, as if there was any question where he wanted her touch.]

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[There's a frustrated huff from Angela when he denies her a kiss:] More than anything.

[Her voice is unexpectedly quiet, though her heart hammers beneath her ribs. Maybe it's too soon to say it, or maybe it's the right thing to say when they're caught up in the heal and the feel of each other's bodies. But Angela can't deny how everything had changed for her the day she received that first letter.

She busies herself with kisses to the corner of his mouth and cheek, laughing softly as she takes his cock in her hand.]

Only the best, of course. [She starts a slow, steady rhythm, her palm warm and soft as she works it along the shaft of his cock. They laugh about it now, but that was... an interesting part of Genji's recovery.

Her other hand gingerly wraps around the head of his cock, her thumb lightly massaging the tip, already wet with pre-cum. She bites her lip as she feels out the length of him, already so hard, that ache between her legs increasing.]

Fühlt sich gut an, nicht wahr? [She mumbles in German without meaning to, her composure already beginning to slip. She watches him intently from beneath messy blonde bangs, her breath hot against his lips.]

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[He tries to laugh with her, but with the first touch of her hand, he trails off into several heavy huffs of breath. It had been so long and he'd forgotten just what it felt like to have someone else's hands on him. To think nothing of old, half-remembered fantasies. He groans softly and lifts his hands to frame her face, fingers buried back into her hair and palms cupping her jaw.

To want, more than anything...

He can't understand her question, but it doesn't matter when her second hands joins the first and the feeling of being wrapped in the heat of her hands sends a fresh stab of arousal through his nerves, shocking in its sharpness. His eyes flick up to meet hers and there's no hiding his own desires. She is not the only one who wants.]

Yes. [He doesn't care if that's actually an appropriate answer to whatever she had asked him. It's as much an indication of his pleasure as it is anything else. The feeling is unlike anything else, unmatched by anything else he could feel in the moment.

He finally captures her mouth, his kiss hard and hungry. Without relinquishing either the grip of his hands or the lock of his lips against hers, he pulls her down to the sheets with him, his hips tilting up eagerly.]

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[Angela gladly lets him pull her down, hungrily pushing into the kiss as if it's the only way she knows how to articulate her feelings for him- and right now, that might not be far from the truth. Her teeth tease his bottom lip before biting down, her hand still between them, working up and down the length of his cock.

It'd be easy to get distracted by the way his mouth feels on hers, so with a reluctant noise she pulls away- it wouldn't be fair to Genji. She dizzily nuzzles his cheek, mumbling something in German before she forces herself to sit up. With a shaking hand she pushes her hair back out of her face- the heat was becoming unbearable, her body already slick with sweat.

It doesn't take much, just a slight lift of her hips and the gentle touch of her hand- blue eyes attentively watching him as she pushes herself down onto the head of his cock. They close, briefly, when that first wave of pleasure washes over her, forcing her to stop.]

Scheisse- [She laughs breathlessly and bites her lip as she forces herself to take more of his cock, each subtle movement sending spark after spark of ecstasy through her.]

Genji- [Her other hand scrapes against one of his shoulders, desperate for some sort of anchor. The rhythm she starts is a little too fast, a little too frantic, speaking to how badly she's wanted him. With a frustrated huff of breath she forces herself to slow down, but she looks down at him with nothing but tenderness.]

How's this? [Her hips rolls down onto his in a much more relaxed way, the walls of her sex hot and wet as they drag against the shape of his cock.]

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[She bites him and he growls, his hips bucking up into her hands and fingers digging into the back of her neck. It's a lucky thing that she's the one who comes to her senses enough to pull away or Genji might have forgotten himself in the moment. Instead, he watches, nearly dumbfounded, as Angela pushes herself up over him and for a moment, he wonders if this is just a troubled dream. It doesn't seem like it should be real, that she should be here in bed with him like this. If they had simply fucked it might have almost been more believable.

But it is real and feels the hard, physical drag of reality the moment she slicks the head of his cock the in remnants of her previous orgasm. He grips her thighs- because if he grabs for her hips like he wants to, he'll be pulling her down onto him before they're ready, if her curse and the way she has to ease herself down lower is any indication. Genji himself has to focus on his breathing just to keep himself from running away with what he wants.]

Angela, slow- [She's throwing herself into it and it's been so long, he wants desperately to answer her; to meet her in kind so they can both find some sort of relief. But not this fast.] -slow down...

[He lets out a breath when she does, his head dropping back against the pillows and his grip on her legs easing up. She's so tight around him and the room feels almost too hot, the air too thick. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks that it can't possibly be good for the cybernetics. As if it's going to stop him.

He strokes her thighs and looks up at her with dark eyes, a lazy smile curling its way across his lips. She's absolutely beautiful- flushed, sweaty skin practically aglow in the cheap lighting. He pushes up to meet her when she comes down onto him, giving his hips a little twist each time she seats herself to rub himself up against her inner walls.]

Much better.

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Sorry. [She laughs breathlessly as she settles into a more relaxing rocking motion.] It really has been too long.

[It did almost feel unreal, after everything they've been through, that they were here like this. That they had somehow found each other after the one thing keeping them connected had been severed. Her hands trail slowly down his chest and stomach, as if she needs to reconfirm that he was real and here. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to put her forbidden infatuation behind her, but she can no longer put names to those faces. Genji had always been in the back of her mind, a question she thought she would never get an answer to.

The way his cock rubs against her snaps her out of her thoughts- she gasps and arches her back, grinding her hips down, rubbing the walls of her sex around his cock in a hungry attempt to prolong the feeling. She bites her lip and leans back, the slight tilt causing the muscles in her hips to tighten around his shaft. It's immediately too much, the tightness and the way he completely fills her up and she immediately leans forward again with a sharp gasp.]

We'lll... have to try that again next time. [She huffs- there's no need to rush this, and they're both already so wound up. She takes another breath to steady herself, resuming their lazy rhythm, extending a hand to cup the side of his face. Some term of endearment quietly tumbles from her lips as she watches him, steadily putting more speed into her hips.]

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[Genji's hands clamp down on Angela's hips and his eyes slide shut despite his best efforts to keep them open when she sits back, his breath hissing from between his teeth. His body is begging for release and he holds it back again, but not without a new tightness in his chest. Her voice drags him back and he cracks his eyes open again, tilting his head into her palm.]

There are many things I want to try with you. [There's a soft rasp to his voice, a barely perceptible wheeze with each inhale, but he continues to move with her.] So many ways I have dreamed of pleasing you.

[He grips her ass in both hands and encourages her growing rhythm, his heels pressed into the sheets so he can follow her up, keeping more of his cock inside of her. He's not going to last much longer, but he wants to do his best to hold out for her, watching her intently and fighting back the urge to flip them both over and take over.]

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[The rasp to his voice doesn't go unnoticed, but it's too late to stop now, not with how close they both are. She soothingly rubs her thumb along his cheek as she puts more weight into the roll of her hips, each thrust accompanied by soft noises of pleasure.]

We have all the time now. [Just for a few minutes she can pretend that it wasn't Overwatch that had brought them back together, that they found each other on their own.

The head of his cock rubs up against a spot inside of her that nearly sends her reeling, her teeth clenched to suppress a loud hiss as the walls of her sex squeeze around him. Gasping, she adjusts her position, grinding down onto him as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her.]

Ah, Genji, right... there- [Angela leans over him, hands gripping his shoulders, the roll of her hips never stopping even when she feels her orgasm hit her. She forces herself to lift her head up and watch him as she comes, blonde hair messily plastered to her face by sweat and heat. English and German and his name spill out of her, again and again, until it finally becomes too much and she breaks down with a loud cry.

The sweat and the slickness between her legs make it difficult to keep herself steady- she grits her teeth, the muscles in her arms tensing as she thrusts down onto him, every clench of her sex nearly making her lose it again.]

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[He wants to believe her, but it's going to be difficult when reality comes back to them. Not just Overwatch, but the underlying cause. There was a reason Winston had pushed that button. Genji had been watching it happen over the years and he knew he wouldn't be able to hide himself away forever. But those are thoughts for another time, when Angela wasn't naked and riding him.

She comes apart in a beautiful cascade of reactions and all Genji can do is hold on with her, his arms sliding around her back as he tilts his hips to nudge her over that edge. When she does come, she drags him with her; he knows nothing he could possibly think to do would be enough to stop it.

He pulls her off to the side, nearly throwing her onto the sheets, one leg untangled and thrown over her hip as drives himself into her. He can feel her sex clamping down on him, but it barely seems to matter with how wet she is. He comes hard with a rough sound in the back of his throat, utterly lost in her and the feeling that punches through his gut and claws up his spine, spilling himself into her.

The orgasm leaves him gulping for air, the rasp of his lungs more obvious now, but stubbornly ignored as he drapes himself around her, overheated and sated in a way that he barely remembers the feeling of anymore. He shifts only just enough to pull out and bring his forehead to rest against hers as he tries to catch his breath.]

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[Angela takes his face in her hands, mumbling quiet terms of endearment as she presses quick kisses along his cheek. She can't help but pay attention to the way he gulps for air, the worry starting to seep in now that she's been brought down from her high. Her arms circle him, soothingly rubbing his back.]

Slow breaths. [She mumbles, tilting her head and rubbing her cheek against his. When she's sure that it's nothing serious, she gives him a gentle nudge and rolls them over so he's next to her on the bed.] You need some fresh air.

[Before he can protest she gets off of the bed, taking a blanket to drape around herself as she heads over to the only window in the room. It's not much better outside of their room, but opening the window does bring in a gentle gust of wind. Angela takes in a deep breath before looking back at Genji with a smile.]

Just relax, I'll be right back. [Sweat still sticks to her skin and traces of their orgasms leave the inside of her thighs slick- hardly an angelic image. She tries her best not to waddle to the bathroom.

It doesn't take long before she's back, feeling more refreshed and looking a bit tidier, though her hair is still a damp mess. With a relieved sigh she lets herself fall back onto the bed next to him, immediately turning and throwing an arm over him, tugging him into a kiss.]

Feeling better?

[In more ways than one?]

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[He still remembers a time when he would have gotten angry at the way she tries to tend to him, as if he was too good to listen to his physician of all people. He remembers, as he had spirals deeper into his self loathing, the nights he'd been too stubborn and embarrassed to call her for help. All of that is gone now and he sinks willingly into the circle of her arms, her voice a grounding whisper in his ear. He closes his eyes and lets himself turn his focus to each breath, in and out, measured, like he'd learned.

It's not an instant fix, but it helps, as does the sudden waft of air that somehow manages to be less muggy than their room. Or at least it feels that way. He lays on his beck, feeling like an utterly inglorious mess and not caring a single bit about it. He wants to go to her, but he knows better and satisfied himself with watching from the bed. It doesn't matter how disheveled she looks- she's still beautiful.]

I'm not going anywhere. [He manages to croak out a laugh and closes his eyes again when she leaves to resume counting his breaths. It might have been meditative if he hadn't been sprawled out on a cheap bed with his dick out.

Her return is greeted with a soft grunt, his rasp in his voice mostly gone. Now it's just something as mundane as a dry throat. He kisses her back and lingers there against her lips.]

Much better, thank you. [He should probably sleep with the mask on tonight, he thinks. Outside, thunder rumbles, but it's distant and if there's lightning to go with it, it's too far away to be seen. The sound of the rain from the open window has turned from a hissing downpour into something a little more reasonable as well. If it holds, they could continue on into the mountains in the morning. It's a sobering thought, but he pushes it aside along with an errant strand of her hair as a slow grin starts to creep its way across his expression.]

I guess I can say now that you really do take my breath away.

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[Angela quirks a brow before a pleased smile spreads across her face, laughing quietly.]

Aren't you a charmer. [She wasn't used to Genji flirting. It made her happy, in a way, that he'd come so far from the man she knew all those years ago.

Her head drops to his chest- she should really get dressed before she nods off, but she's too content to lay here with him and enjoy the faint chill settling over warm skin.] Perhaps I could have waited until we were somewhere with more agreeable weather.

[Looking back on her actions, they do take her by surprise... not that she expects any complaints from Genji over coming back and finding her naked and waiting for him. When would they have another opportunity like this? It was almost a bleak reminder of the situation they were in.]

...We should get some rest. [When they were somewhere more secure and safe they could take the time they needed to explore each other and their desires. Outside, there's a softer murmur of thunder, and Angela tugs the blanket she had borrowed over the two of them.]