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[A light snow drifts gently down from the grey sky, sticking in fluffy clumps to the trees and rocks surrounding a secluded grotto in the mountains, steam cloaking the clear pool of warm water and the small, wooden hut perched on its bank. Strings of prayer flags tied to posts mark a path through the fog, a lonely trail of color winding through an otherwise muted landscape.

It had been several days since Genji and Angela had finally arrived at the Shambali monastery. Zenyatta had, as expected, been delighted to finally meet 'the Dr. Zeigler who had done so much for his student' and had welcomed them both with open arms. Quite literally. The omnic's presence never failed to put Genji's mind at ease, even more so now knowing that they were safe here. That Angela was safe. He'd shown her about the temple and the village below, introducing her as needed to those he'd come to know in his time on the mountain. They had become his family, and the significance isn't lost on him.

However, it also meant that the time he could spend with Angela was cut shorter than he would have liked. Returning home meant returning to certain responsibilities and duties, and she hadn't been permitted to stay in the temple itself. Genji knew better than to think his master would be blind to his newfound distraction, but he'd done his best to be dutiful. And even still, he must have worn it like a brand across his forehead when Zenyatta had suggested, in that gentle, half-subtle way of his, that he take Angela to enjoy the hot springs down in the valley. It was very dry in the mountains, he said; the villagers claimed that the steam did wonders for the skin. Genji had agreed and done his best not to immediately forget he'd had the conversation.

But now, standing in the hut with Angela, the two of them bundled up in the thick, colorful wool of the local village fashion, looking out at the springs... he's glad he followed through.]

...No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place. [He murmurs it almost to himself, a simple mantra, almost childlike in its simplicity, and he feels the peace of the moment washing over him as the words leave his lips.]

What do you think, Angela? [He glances over her as he tugs his mittens off, one hand flesh and blood, the other bare cybernetics. There's little need for armor in a place like this.]

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[Any illusions Genji might have harbored that Angela was some pure and innocent soul were quite thoroughly squashed in that muggy inn room at the foot of the mountain. But even with those memories aside, she was a grown woman and a doctor-turned-combat medic. Innocence didn't survive such things.

Still, he hadn't pegged her as the biting type. Not that he's going to complain.

Forgetting his hand between her legs for the moment, he fixes his eyes on her face and holds her chin with a gentle firmness as she works her mouth around his thumb, a low sound in the back of his throat. The implications aren't lost on either of them and it's a damn shame they're chest deep in the water right now.

He pulls his thumb back after a moment and releases her chin, but only to push his first two fingers past her lips and into her mouth. There's less hesitation this time, now that he knows she's willing. At the same time, he finally remembers his other hand, adjusting his hand to work a single finger in and out of her in a steady rhythm that he tries to coax from her mouth as well with the way he rubs his fingertips over her tongue.]

If I had known about this, doctor... my dreams would have been much different.

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[Angela wouldn't consider herself particularly bold when it came to the bedroom, but it's hardly unfamiliar territory for her. She can't help but be amused she gauges Genji's reaction, nipping at his thumb before he pulls it out. When he slides his fingers past her lips she gives his wrist an encouraging squeeze, her tongue lazily rubbing against his digits.

His other hand is a pleasant distraction, satisfying the quiet ache that had been building between her legs, a quiet noise of satisfaction mumbled around his fingers. Her hips lightly dip down and she lets Genji lull her into the rhythm, blue eyes falling closed as she focuses on the feel of his hands.

One eye opens at his remark and there's a quiet huff of amusement before she abruptly sucks hard at his fingers, dragging her lips along their length. His finger rubs up against a sensitive spot inside of her and she arches her back with a quiet groan, forced to release his fingers from her mouth.]

Well, now you have something new to dream about. [It was hot and fast and small but the touch has left her feeling heady and hungry, and she hadn't missed the way his cock was pressing against the inside of her thigh. She tugs his hand away and pulls herself forward a bit, gripping his shoulders as she presses herself down onto his cock. That first feeling of his head slicking between her folds and into her sex sends dizzying heat rising up through her and she groans quietly.]

But- [With another quiet noise she seats herself and takes all of him into her- she tenses up for a second.] -it won't have to stay that way for long, ja?

[Before she can stop herself she's pulling his fingers back into her mouth, her teeth grazing against knuckles before she resumes sucking.]

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[He adjusts himself as she starts to slide herself down onto his cock, more than happy to relinquish the lead to her for this. Instead, he rakes his now free hand back through his hair in some effort to get it out of his eyes. Not that it does much good; trapped under the helmet of the suit most days, it's taken a tendency to stick up in unruly directions.]

Is that a promise? [He drapes his arm along the rocky edge of the spring and leans back with a satisfied hum. It's clearly a rhetorical question, however, as he doesn't offer her much of a chance to answer directly, keeping her mouth occupied with his fingers- but he suspects neither of them are actually interested in continuing a conversation they both know the words to.

He takes command of the way his fingers push into her mouth, starting a rhythm that should mirror the rock of their hips. Except that he'll leave that to her, whether she matches him or not. He can be patient, and the tempting insinuation of his fingers replaced with his cock is more than enough to keep his desire fed for the time being.]

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[Angela's answer to Genji's question is a teasing hum around his fingers as she slowly matches the roll of her hips with the rhythm of his fingers. Each time she grinds down onto his lap she sucks a little harder, her tongue lazily dragging under them.

With the position and the way the hard rock digs into her legs beneath her, she can't move too fast, but she finds a good rhythm that rubs the head of his cock against a spot that makes her stomach clench each time her hips rock down into his.]

Mmph- [One hand grips his shoulder before turning into a trembling fist as her sex clenches around his cock. It's almost overwhelming and she nearly releases his fingers from her mouth, shooting him a pleading look beneath messy blonde bangs.]

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[It's strangely decadent, lounged back against the rock and watching her with dark, lazy eyes. The way her body sways and ripples the water around them and the subtle flex of her throat each time she sucks down on his fingers. And for a moment, Genji feels ripped back in time, to those times when he was younger and still whole and took for granted too many precious things. So much of his life tossed away...

The look Angel gives him yanks him back and he pulls his fingers free, only to replace them with his mouth, kissing her deeply. Both arms go around her and he pushes up off the rocky ledge, his feet finding the bed of the pool as he stands them up and guides her legs around his waist. Even without the buoyancy of the water she wouldn't have been difficult to hold, but it's all the easier like this.

One arm hooked under her backside, he takes over for her, rocking his hips into her in a steadily increasing pace, breaking the lock of their mouths to kiss and lick his way across her jaw and down her neck. Her name is a soft groan against her shoulder, teeth grazing her skin.]

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[Angela clings to the kiss and Genji as if they're the only thing keeping her above the water, one foot digging into the ledge behind him to give her something to push off of as she rolls her hips down onto his.

She gasps his name when he breaks the kiss, dragging her fingers through dark hair, a tremble working its way up through her as he drags her closer and closer, her heel frantically scraping against the rock.]

Genji- [She barely manages to keep it to a whisper, remembering they were technically in public, but it's a struggle. Sweat and hot water drip down her back as the tension builds, fingers scrambling to keep a hold on him. She presses her mouth to the side of his face to try and muffle the way she groans when the walls of her sex clamp down, nearly draining her of her strength as her orgasm begins to wash over her in waves of increasing intensity.]

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[His arms tighten around her and his breath grows heavy against her shoulder, the new position pushing her further down onto his cock. It's more of a rocking, grinding movement of their bodies together, but it's no less intense and when Angela rakes her fingers back through his hair and he feels her lips against his cheek- when he turns his head to look at her, there's a hungry look in his eyes, mirrored in the way he claims her mouth just as he starts to feel her orgasm clenching down around him.

He refuses to end the kiss, pressing it harder in fact as he jerks his hips into hers, moaning into her mouth and letting the trembling drag of her sex pull his own orgasm from him. He feels it run hot fingers down his spine and he comes with a muffled grunt, finally tilting his head only just enough that he can suck in a breath against her lips. There's no raspy panting this time, the mountain air easier to breathe, and he's free to let the feeling of being with her wash over him without distraction.

The tight band of his arms around her loosens only as he starts to come down from it, hands turning gentle, easing her down carefully so she can find her own footing. He swears he can hear the sound of the snowflakes on the water in the moment of stillness that drifts in around them, steam curling like another lover's caress around the two of them.

He rests his forehead against hers and lets his eyes slide shut to bask in the peacefulness. His heart aches in equal parts affection and the knowledge that this isn't going to last.]

...I have to leave soon. [He finally murmurs it into the small space between them, his voice low, reverent of the calm they've found.] In a few days.

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[It hits her hard, the kiss and the heat and the rocking of their hips melting into an intense, white-hot feeling of ecstasy that'd have her screaming if it weren't for Genji's unwillingness to break the kiss. Her fingernails scrape down his back as she feels her sex clench around him one last, incredibly intense time, committing the feel and taste of him to memory before everything disappears into a white hot intensity.

She's practically limp in his arms, her hands fumbling around his neck so she can will herself to keep her head lifted, blindly nuzzling and pressing weak kisses to his face. Her legs nearly buckle beneath her when her feet touch solid ground, but Genji and the water keep her lifted. She leans into his embrace, focusing on the quiet sound of their breathing as she slowly feels lucidity beginning to creep back into her.

There's a tender look on her face as she watches him, some sweet nothing on the tip of her tongue before he speaks, cutting off her train of thought.

It's impossible to hide the hurt and confused look that crosses her face, even more so to come up with a coherent response.]

You do. [It's not a question- despite what she feels, Angela knows that it's only been a few weeks since their reunion. There were things about Genji she didn't know, and might not know for some time, and she knew she had to accept that, despite the way her stomach twisted when she thought of him leaving.

A quiet realization dawns on her as she thinks about it, accompanied by a sudden feeling of guilt. How could she have let the dates slip by her? She clings to him out of reflex, dozens of different responses clambering up the back of her throat, but she swallows them down, taking his face in her hands.]

Be careful, mein Liebling. [There's still a sadness to her gaze, but there's an understanding there now, too. An unspoken assurance that he didn't need to explain anything to her, reflected further in the way she pulls him in to another kiss.]

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[He watches her expression change with a silent calm that keeps his own emotions in check. The parts of his heart that he'd let her in to beg him to change his mind and stay, to wipe away the hurt he can see in the way she looks at him. Did she think he was abandoning her? He's not certain if he'll need to explain it to her, or if she'll even understand if he does.

But she doesn't question him, even if he suspects that she might want to. It's just a simple two word concession, but he can feel a conflicted frown tugging at the corners of his mouth in its wake.]

Angela... [Before he can come up with the words to try and ease her mind, he feels her fingers press into him and catches the change in her expression. Did she know after all?

She answers his unspoken question when she tells him to be careful; and in the tug of her hands and the press of her lips. He holds her closes and kisses her back until his lungs burn for breath. And even then, when he pulls away, it's with great reluctance. In a handful of days, he'll be away from her, far to the east. But in this moment, he is here, with her, utterly and in his entirety.]

I am not the one you should worry for. [He knows his path and where it will take him. He knows the man he'll find at the end of it and he knows facing him will mend the final part of his wounded soul. He only wishes he could offer the same certainty to his brother.

He kisses her again, briefly this time, and rubs his hands along her back.]

I'll be back before you know it. You should pay Reinhardt a visit while I'm gone. [If there was anyone he would trust to keep her safe, it would be that mountain of a man.]

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[Later one when she's regained more of her senses, Angela is sure she'll feel foolish for thinking Genji was abandoning her, of all things- then again, maybe he could've picked a better time...

She huffs quietly and lets her head drop to his shoulder, leaning in and nuzzling his throat. There's a part of her that wants to try and say something comforting, but she knows better. Genji had managed to find his way without her, and she knows she needs to trust him to know what he needs to do.]

If I can find him. That man just can't find it in him to retire. [Torbjörn should have received her letter by now, too. While Genji's away Angela will have to do some serious thinking herself.

Her arms circle him, reluctant to break their embrace. She would never hole herself away when there was so much she could do for people who needed it, but for the moment, pretending that they were the only two people... it's nice.

She pulls back to look at him, a tender smile on her lips before she pulls him back in for another kiss.] We should make the best of the time we have left, then.