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Goddesses of Egypt	By : lesbiaN7ncest Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 10370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angela and Fareeha spent a lot of time together over the following days and weeks, and it didn't take long for Angela to start feeling uncomfortable around the young Egyptian woman. The problem was that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant discomfort, and more of a mixed bag of conflicting feelings that emerged more and more over time. Fareeha was a striking beauty, much like her mother was, but without being worn down with age and experience. It wasn't that Angela thought Ana was too old to be beautiful, as she not only felt that the older Amari was extremely attractive but that she'd aged remarkably well. Ana's lifestyle had afforded her the body, stamina and fitness level of that of a woman half her age. The difference was Fareeha was still bright-eyed and full of idealistic enthusiasm. Time and duty and years of the burdens upon Ana's shoulders had diminished a good deal of that. Fareeha had a vitality that was almost infectious.
Fareeha became very friendly very fast too. Aside from the fact that she'd squeezed Angela in a big hug on the first day they'd met when she agreed to let her help her with her current project Fareeha was not shy about physical contact or working closely with Angela. She wore an exotic perfume that tickled Angela's nostrils whenever she came close, and Fareeha had the most fetching smile she'd flash Angela now and then when things were going well. As the days went by and they spent more time together little moments began to happen that made Angela feel both apprehensive but yet slightly exhilarated as well. First it was little glances she caught Fareeha making towards her, then the little compliments came. They were subtle quips here and there praising Angela's intelligence, grace, wisdom and even appearance. They could have been simple flatteries and nothing more, but sometimes Fareeha's cheeks would redden and her eyelashes would flutter before the subject quickly changed. Angela would blush herself and she couldn't help but find Fareeha's actions adorable, especially given that the Amari girl seemed to have such a strong, dominant personality otherwise.
Fareeha seemed to gradually get closer to Angela physically as well, as the glances increased in frequency. The Egyptian girl's fragrance of choice tingled Angela's senses more and more, each time making her heart beat a little in her chest. Now and then she'd look to the source and Fareeha was just looking at her and their eyes would seem to lock for a moment before they resumed what they were doing. It made Angela feel both giddy and guilty. She shouldn't be letting this girl have such an effect on her. She was already involved with somebody, and that somebody was the girl's mother of all people. But Fareeha didn't make things easy for Angela, and as time went on they became harder still. Little touches here and there began to follow. Fareeha would drape an arm over Angela's shoulder now and then when they were working closely, or casually lean her head against her shoulder. Angela would ask Fareeha to pass her things and she noticed Fareeha's fingers would gently stroke against her own before the item was relinquished. Their eyes would meet now and then and by the time they were a week into their partnership Angela could see there was a definite hunger in Fareeha's eyes and compliments had reached borderline flirting. All the while Angela felt more guilty, yet more thrilled, and then guilty again because she was thrilled.
Nine days after Fareeha had joined her came a question from the Amari girl. "Do you mind if I ask if you have a boyfriend at the moment?"
Angela looked up from a small curved piece of carbon fiber-esque material she was working on that would hopefully be part of her suit's shoulder. Fareeha was leaning on the bench across from her, a hopeful and curious look on her face above a rather pleasant view of her ample cleavage from Angela's perspective. The doctor blushed a little, not sure where any answers she could make would steer this line of questioning.
"No. No boyfriend right now," Angela said. She returned her attention to the task at hand in vein hopes that the questions would end there, but knowing they probably wouldn't.
"Okay," Fareeha said. There was a brief silence. "Any... girlfriend then?"
Angela wasn't sure how to answer that. She'd promised Ana to let her be the one to break the news to Fareeha, but she didn't want to lie to the girl either.
"Zort of," Angela answered awkwardly. "It's... it's complicated."
"Things not working out?" Fareeha asked, and then she gasped. "Sorry, I shouldn't pry! I sometimes say things before my brain has had time to ascertain whether they should be said."
"Our relationzhip is... kind of a zecret," Angela said. "Zo as not to make things too complicated. Being part of Overwatch and all that."
"I see," Fareeha said, sounding rather disappointed. "Well... whoever she is, she is a very lucky woman to have somebody like you."
Angela looked up and she swore she could see something shining at the base of Fareeha's eyes. The Amari girl blinked rapidly and stood up straight, clearing her throat. "I-I-I'm hungry," she stuttered. "I might get something to eat from the cafeteria. Would you like anything?"
"Juzt a piece of fruit," Angela said, trying to smile for Fareeha's benefit. "Anything will do. Zurprise me."
"Okay," Fareeha said, her voice distant and gaze unfocused. "I'll be back soon."
Fareeha trotted out the door and Angela couldn't help but sigh. She felt a little sick in the stomach. The poor girl was crushing on her and she'd basically shot her down. Perhaps it was for the best though. It wasn't going to go anywhere, it couldn't. Not when she was with Ana.
But things are never that simple. Fareeha returned with some food and the two continued their work for the rest of the day, but it was different. There were no more glances, no more touches and any jokes were a little forced. Fareeha was very serious and just concentrated on the work. It wasn't the same and Angela didn't feel as happy working with Fareeha for the rest of that day compared to the time they'd shared up until then.
Angela went to Ana's quarters that night, feeling the need to simply spend some time with her. They hadn't had many private moments lately since Ana had spent a good deal of her time off-base on a series of covert operation missions in northern Africa. Thankfully nothing Mercy had to attend, which had given her the spare time she needed to work on her project with Fareeha. Ana had missed Angela and insisted they have dinner in her quarters. They each spoke about what they were doing, but Angela didn't mention Fareeha's obvious crush and what happened today and just focused on the positive aspects.
After dinner and hours of conversation Ana asked Angela to stay with her that night. Angela agreed and quickly discovered that she wasn't the only one feeling a little pent up sexual frustration. For Angela being around Fareeha so much was an exercise in pushing down feelings and not giving into temptations, while Ana had spent almost a week out in the field without much human contact aside from distant figures in her scope and the odd radio transmission. The two made passionate love that night, and Angela found herself gasping at one instant for more than one reason when for a few moments in the darkness she looked down as Ana's face was buried between her thighs and she swore it was not Ana's face but Fareeha's that she saw. Angela's eyes widened at the trick of the eye and the experience sent her over the edge a little sooner than she normally would have been. Ana crawled up beside Angela and snuggled against her.
"Well... you didn't last long tonight," Ana teased.
"It had been a while zince we'd made love. I guess I waz overdue," Angela answered with a wry smile.
Ana drifted off in Angela's arms with a contented grin soon later, but Angela stay awoke, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed of the thing that had made her climax that evening. Images of Fareeha's face flashed through her mind's eye, while phantom whispers of her voice drifted through her mind's ear like leaves on the wind. It was hard for Angela to deny that the daughter of her lover was having a profound effect on her, somehow even more so now that she'd inadvertently rejected her intentions. She at the very least needed to mend the damage and have Fareeha return to her usual plucky, enthusiastic self, but she had no idea how.
The next morning Angela was quickly restless in her lab and she checked the time and realized that Fareeha hadn't shown up yet. For the past nine days Fareeha had been there at almost nine o'clock on the dot, but it was now twenty past nine and there was no sign of her. Angela knew that after breakfast Fareeha would often hit the gym for about an hour so she wondered if the Amari girl was still there. She decided to find out and headed there where she found Fareeha on a treadmill, furiously running at quite a pace. Something seemed to catch in the back of Angela's throat and her heartbeat quickened as she looked on, this being the first time she'd actually seen Fareeha working out. The Egyptian beauty wore a pair of very small shorts and a sports bra that both clung to her every contour. Her generous chest swayed and danced with every step while her skin glistened with beads of sweat. Angela tried to push back how the sight was making her feel as she approached the woman.
"I waz wondering where you were Fareeha," Angela said with concern. "You are normally already in my lab by thiz time."
Fareeha pressed some buttons on the treadmill to slow it to a halt and stepped off, looking rather sheepish. "Sorry Angela. I guess time got away from me," she apologized.
Angela tried not to look at Fareeha's bare and toned stomach as the girl walked towards her, then also had to avoid looking at the tiny bumps at the tip of her breasts. Angela quickly grabbed a towel from the bench nearby and tossed it to Fareeha, who caught it and started mopping her brow.
"It's okay Fareeha," Angela said. "You are under no obligationz to help me. I juzt thought you were really into our project."
"I am," Fareeha defended. "I just... have some things on my mind at the moment."
Fareeha took a step forward, but then made a sound of pain and faltered, almost falling down. Angela went to catch the Egyptian, but stopped as Fareeha braced herself against a wall. "I'm okay," she said with a wince. "I think I just pulled a muscle in my leg or something."
"Zit down," Angela said. "I'll help you."
Fareeha gave Angela a slightly dismayed look and Angela smirked and raised one eyebrow. "I am a doctor you know."
"Of course," Fareeha said and she sat down on the bench. Angela got closer and knelt in front of her.
"Where doez it hurt?" Angela queried. Fareeha indicated where the pain ran through her left thigh and Angela reached down and began to massage the muscles there. Fareeha jumped a little at the contact, but Angela told her to "relax" and the young Amari woman remembered again that Mercy was a doctor just trying to help. She couldn't help but blush at the feeling though, especially when Angela looked up to her and smiled. Angela found her heart beating quicker again as she saw the look in Fareeha's eyes, and it was hard to deny that rubbing the girl's bare thigh felt good. Something deep within her wanted to keep going, rubbing higher and higher, until she reached...
Angela stopped before her thoughts could go too far, standing up again. "It zhould be fine," she said with a slight stammer. "Juzt don't push yourself too hard. You zhould have a zhower and then come to my lab. Aside from continuing our work on the zuit I have zome ointments there that will help with the pain."
"Okay," Fareeha said in a somewhat distant manner. "I'll... be there soon."
Angela nodded and returned to her laboratory, and sure enough about twenty minutes later Fareeha showed up, all cleaned and dressed in new clothes. Unlike her usual visits to the lab though this time Fareeha was wearing another pair of small athletic shorts. Angela had to divert her eyes from Fareeha's beautiful thighs to meet her face and she hoped her cheeks weren't too red. "I didn't realize that my lab waz that warm," Angela quipped in hopes that it would explain her wandering eyes had Fareeha noticed.

"You mentioned some ointments I could rub into my thigh," Fareeha said. "I figured long pants would get in the way."
"Oh! Of courze," Angela said and she walked over to a wall cabinet and retrieved the medicinal creams. "Here you are."
As she handed them to Fareeha the girl sat down in her usual seat and looked from the items to Angela. "Any directions or recommendations?"
"Rub it into the location of the pain until it haz been abzorbed by the zkin," Angela instructed.
"Could... you demonstrate?" Fareeha asked with reddened cheeks and an uneven voice.
Angela could tell what Fareeha was doing, but somehow she decided to go along with it anyway. She wasn't sure if it was because part of her thought this could get Fareeha to perk back up or whether deep down she wanted to do it for her own selfish reasons. Perhaps even a mixture of both. In either case, without saying a word, Angela opened the lid of the ointment jar and scooped out a dollop of the cream in the tips of her fingers. Angela and Fareeha's eyes met, breaking contact for a brief moment as Angela knelt down and shifted her attention to where the cream had to be put. She began to rub in circular motions as their eyes locked once more, and she could swear she heard a muffled moan from deep in Fareeha's throat just before the girl bit into her bottom lip and her gaze seemed to deepen. Angela found herself seeming to get lost in Fareeha's eyes, like they were putting her into a hypnotic trance. Reason seemed to strike the doctor with force though, and she pulled her eyes away and took one of Fareeha's hands to place it where hers had been.
"Keep rubbing there," Angela said with fluttering eyelashes, and she turned away to return to her work. With her back to Fareeha she missed the curious expression that swept across Fareeha's features, and the sly smirk and reddened cheeks that followed it. Fareeha finished following Angela's instructions then joined her at the console to resume their undertaking.
Angela was largely pleased with how things went from there. Fareeha seemed to return to normal again for the most part, albeit perhaps a little less overt with her affections. She would still compliment Angela, still touch her now and then and she still gave her little glances, but they seemed a little more reserved than they had been at the height of Fareeha's friendliness towards her before the infamous "girlfriend" question. Angela had come to the conclusion that Fareeha was still interested in her, but had perhaps accepted that she was with somebody else, but that they could still be friends and the odd flirty behavior was harmless so long as they both knew it.
Two weeks had rolled around by the time a major hurdle was solved: how to allow Angela to fly without sacrificing strength and lightness. Fareeha had triggered the concept when she posed the notion that perhaps Angela didn't need to fly so much as glide, and she wondered whether the suit could almost act like a kite and somehow be pulled up into the air by another means whereby Angela could then control her gliding once she was airborne. This concept put Angela on a roll as she quickly worked out that she could use a device that could lock her onto targets in order to pull her along, while hard light technology could be used to create light and effective wings that could never be damaged and could be easily summoned or dismissed at will as she needed them. It wasn't long until the theories became practical, and with some help from Torbjörn's workshop it was only another week before Angela and Fareeha had the first real prototype of the suit completed.
Angela look at the items that made up the suit before her and then to Fareeha. She was about to ask the Egyptian woman to help her with something, but she wasn't sure it was a good idea. While Fareeha had toned back her affections lately the past few weeks still hadn't been easy on Angela. She had woke up gasping on at least three of those nights after having erotic dreams about Fareeha, and one some nights when Ana wasn't there to help her tend to her basic needs she had plunged her own fingers between her legs and brought herself to climax with thoughts of being with the girl. She had hoped that would be enough for her and that mere dreams and fantasies would do, but working along side Fareeha every day while mostly a blessing was also a curse. But the fact was she was probably going to need somebody to help her get into the suit, and Fareeha seemed the only natural choice.
"I'm going to need your help getting into thiz," Angela said straightforwardly, deliberately trying to sound formal.
"Sure," Fareeha nodded. "Happy to help. I can't wait to test this out."
Angela locked the door to her lab and began to disrobe in front of Fareeha, an action that immediately made the Amari woman go bright red before she looked away out of courtesy. Almost everything came off of Angela too, until only her panties remained. Fareeha audibly gasped when Angela asked her to approach her as she stood there almost completely nude. Fareeha's eyes roamed up and down Angela's porcelain skin and perfect curves, hanging on her pink-tipped breasts for a little too long before sliding up her elegant, slender throat to finally meet her crystal blue eyes. Angela's cheeks pinkened as they meet Fareeha's and she lifted one slender leg to slide it into what appeared to be a mass of light brown material. As Angela slipped it up one leg and then the other, Fareeha could see it cling to her supple body and conform to her lithe form. A closer inspection revealed a silky looking material with a diamond-like pattern on it. Angela pulled it up over her rear to her stomach then turned away from Fareeha and looked at her over her shoulder.
"Zis is the bodyzpocking I must wear underneath," she explained. This particular article of clothing had been devised by her early on before Fareeha had become part of the project. "It zhould prevent any chafing, pinching and the like and ztop me from getting to zweaty in this. It's made of a zpecial material that allows the zkin to breath ztill and it is more cuzhioning than its thickness would imply."
Fareeha was just dumbstruck as Angela explained and pulled the suit up both arms and over her shoulders. "Could you pleaze zip me up?" Angela asked. It took Fareeha a moment co come to her senses and ignore the fact that the garment looked practically painted on before she approached and shakily ran her fingers up from the small of Angela's back to the base of her neck. From here things were easier for Fareeha to deal with, but at the same time every move Angela seemed to make was elegant and indirectly, unintentionally sexual. The way she pulled the gloves on, the way she arched her back and legs as she slipped the knee-high boots on. Even the way she twisted at the waist to help attach the front and back half of the suit and the skirt-like armor pieces on her hips. About the only time Angela didn't make putting clothes on look just as teasing as taking them off was when Fareeha had to attach the wings on her back, and that's only because Angela just had to stand there straight and let her do it.
"How do I look?" she said with a twirl when Fareeha had stepped back after attaching the final piece.
"Like a super hero," Fareeha said in awe. "And an angel. All you need is the halo."
"Now we juzt have to hope that it works as good as it looks," Angela said, and she looked back over her shoulder as the hard-light projected feathers game to life with a glow and a faint whirring sound.
The two went outside into one of Overwatch's training and testing facilities. It was an all purpose training yard essentially, with various robots and other targets to test one's prowess with weapons, walls to climb, crates to use as cover, stack or leap across. There were buildings and walkways, ramps and stairs. Everything one would need to test anything for a mission. Angela took Fareeha to one of the taller buildings and they both stacked some crates to get onto the roof. Angela pointed to another building rooftop in the distance. It wasn't too far away, probably less than a hundred meters in distance. She told Fareeha to go there and that she planned to try and glide from this rooftop to that one. While the one she was on was taller there wasn't a great deal of height difference, so Angela would need to make sure she could maintain altitude for a good while at least if she wanted to make it.
"Will you be okay?" Fareeha asked. "What if it doesn't work and you fall."
"Zometimes you have to have faith Fareeha," Angela said with a broad smile. "And bezides, it won't take long for an emergency crew to get here zhould the worst happen."
"Okay. Good luck," Fareeha said, giving Angela a quick hug. She hesitated a moment, as if she were going to do something else, but then instead let go of Angela and scrambled back down off the roof. When Fareeha was on the other side she waved across and Angela took a deep breath, steeled herself and with a slight running jump launched herself off the rooftop. For a moment she swore her heart stopped, but she didn't fall. The wings opened as planned and she glided gracefully high above the training area below her and towards a cheering Fareeha in the distance. She smiled broadly, only now starting to realize what Fareeha had been talking about when it came to flying. The whole experience was magical, but seemed to be over too soon. Before Angela knew it she touched down upon the other rooftop where Fareeha rushed to steady her in case she couldn't break or went too far. Like almost everything else Angela did though her landing was graceful and elegant.
"We did it Fareeha! We actually did it!" Angela burst excitedly. "The zuit works! It actually flies!"
"Congratulations! That was awesome Angela!" Fareeha said, hugging the Swiss woman.
"I've never felt so alive!" Angela said. "Oh Fareeha! Thank you, thank you!"
Angela didn't know why she did what she did next, but on impulse she grasped the Egyptian girl's cheeks softly between her hands then leaned in and pressed her lips to Fareeha's. Fareeha let out a surprised squeal as Angela planted a very forceful kiss on her and both women pulled away with wide eyes of shock at what happened. Angela brought her fingers up to her lips, her face turning bright red.
"Oh my God!" Angela said with a gasp. "I'm zo zorry Fareeha! I don't know why I did that!"
"It's... it's okay Angela," Fareeha said, brushing some of her dark hair behind one ear as her own cheeks flushed. "It's quite alright. You were just caught up in the moment I'm sure."
"Yez. That muzt be it," Angela said awkwardly. "Come. Perhapz we zhould get down from here before anything else happens while I'm giddy with glee. I'll get out of this zuit and we can celebrate."
Angela turned away and began to get down off the rooftop as Fareeha looked on. She touched her fingers to her lips softly, a smile coming to her mouth as she did. Angela didn't see the look of mischievous desire in Fareeha's eyes or hear the chuckle that followed.
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