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[need_healing]

[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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[eidgenossen]

[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?]

[need_healing]

[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.

[eidgenossen]

[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.]