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They sat there, Hana’s back against Angela’s front. They had only been dating for about a month now. Things were especially hard with the policy about having relations with a coworker. No one knew nor had to know. As if that was a choice.
“Angela?” Hana asked. Her voice was quiet and small. Most people knew Hana Song as D.Va solely. Angela was one of the few who saw the real Hana.
“Hmm, Leib?” She answered with genuine concern. Even in such moments Angela was protective of her. She did her best not to let it show during battles. Despite that she always kept an eye on Hana.
The brunette turned so the front of her body was facing Angela’s. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it out of hesitation. Angela tilts her head inquisitively. Hana was left pondering, eyes darting around the floor. A small sigh left her lips.
“I know we’ve been taking things slow,” She began. Angela went to interrupt but was hushed. “And we don’t get time like this a lot.” The blonde nodded along.
Hana shook her head, “Um,” Her face turned flush, Angela gave her a warm smile.
“Do… Would you kiss me?” Her face instantly turning beet red. The blondes eyes widened.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that, Hana?” She asked with a gentle tone.
Hana nodded frantically.
“I’m not a child.” She huffed.
The younger girl has had that problem with Angela since they first started dating. Before that even.
“I know.” Angela pressed a kiss upon the crown of Hana’s head.
The brunette mumbled and turned herself toward Angela. Her brows furrowed, “Then why do you treat me like one?” She pushed herself away from Angela.
Angela’s eyes softened like a doe, “I don’t treat you as a child,” she started, “I worry about your boundaries, your comfort.”
Hana muttered out a silent ‘whatever’ before Angela spoke again.
“I just want my precious girl to be safe and happy.”
The brunette’s eyes widened the second praise hit her ears, her cheeks flushed. She looked up towards Angela. Hana couldn’t help but tense up as anxiety filled her core.
“If you’d have me,” Angela said softly. Hana sat, lost in thought.
“Do you mean it, Angie?” She asked.
A warm smile painted the blondes lips. “Only if you’re ready.” She said. Angela took Hana’s hand into her own.
Their foreheads closed in on each other. Hana looked into Angela’s eyes as she search for something to quell her anxiety. The blonde smiled, “It’s alright.” She said. Noses grazed as they moved closer.
Lips gently pressed against each other, a small gasp emerging from the younger girl. The sat like that for five minutes, kissing each other. Some gentle and sweet, some slightly hungry.
Their breathing became heavy, pulling away Angela noticed the lust in Hana’s eyes. A smile paints her face.
Her mind racing with images of Angela. The things she wanted to do to her partner was immense. “More.” Hana pressed herself, pushing Angela to the ground.
“More?” She chuckled. Hana nodded.
Angela took Hana’s hands, sitting herself up.
Brown brows furrowed, “You’re doing it again. Treating me like a child.” Her voice annoyed.
“I’m waiting until you’re ready.”
Hana huffed, “I am ready!” nothing else on her brain except the anger she had.
“Physically?”
Hana nods.
“How about emotionally?”
She froze, looking to the ground. Angella took her hands into her own. She gave Hana’s lips a small peck, “Fareeha will be back soon.” that being her bunk mate.
Hana looked away.
“Fine.” She huffed, a pout displayed.