“Wait…wait a minute. Fareeha, are you…are you jealous? Of Doctor Klein?”

Fareeha ignores the laughter coming from Angela, pressing her face into the doctor’s hair, hugging her from behind. Really, she can’t help it– her wife is popular in the medical community, and when Angela is being led around by others, their hands on her lower back…

Well, yes. She does get jealous, even though they both wear rings on their fingers.

“It’s not like you’re any better, Angie,” she mutters, pulling at her shirt. “Remember the time in Cairo?”

The sudden turn is enough to break Fareeha’s concentration, as is the deep kiss Angela pulls her into.

“Heya!”

Didn’t take much to see he’d brightened up when she came in, looking more like her mother (which sometimes made Jesse more apt to actually listen to her over other people) then she had a right to. In the few years he’d been in Blackwatch, he’d come to trust her like a sister, and of course, treat her like one.

“Told ya this was a good idea.” Jesse laughed as he impaled another hot dog on a rod to hold over the makeshift fire he had set up. He grinned at the security chief who graced him with her presence while he was on the run.

Pharah took her seat next to the blonde doctor.

“I bet a could carry one on a rocket,” she giggled, feeling the effect of her second beer.

On stage, the MC was announcing the next performer. The bar was decked out in small kitschy disco balls and red feather boas. The crowd was happy but not overwhelming.

“I think you’re up next, Angela!”

Angela rolled her eyes playfully at Fareeha’s

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Sinday asksStatus - Accepting!

@racket-queen

Surprisingly, not long. She craves physical contact at all times, but in her line of work, she doesn’t get it very often.

@racket-queen // kissy ask meme // ACCEPTING!

💮 – {Satya is acutely aware of the hummingbird that’s desperately trying to flap its way out from her ribcage. Her nose brushes against Fareeha’s, breath hitching in her throat. “Perhaps...” She murmurs, her breath feather-light against the other’s skin. There’s a burning heat that blooms in her core, the fire licking her insides as it tries to burst from her. The only thing that seems to cool the embers within her are the hesitant, but gentle touches that Fareeha has on her.

She wants to clear her throat. But being this close to the other has her stock-still. As if one jostle would swallow this moment into the infinity of what could’ve been. She finally manages to find her words, but her amber eyes aren’t quite able to focus as she whispers, “Then perhaps... we’re not... meant to be friends...” Satya slides a gentle hand into Fareeha’s silky hair, fingertips brushing against the golden beads. as she cups her face and seals the deal.