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“Noob! No, shoot left, LEFT! YEAH! WOOOH!”
Brigitte glanced over her shoulders at the source of the commotion filling the entire room and possibly the entire floor of their dorm. She giggled as she saw Hana twirl her reclining chair around with both feet, whooping in victory. The gamer was dressed in casual beige shorts and pink sweater with her iconic logo stamped on her chest, bunny-eared headset dangling on her neck.
She spun around and leaned against the island counter to continue watching her girlfriend lean closer to the large monitor with tongue stuck between her teeth in deep concentration. No matter how many times she saw her, Brigitte could not help but smile as she recounted the number of times she saw the same image of Hana readying herself for another round of fighting.
Brigitte arrived two days early, having finished her mission earlier than usual thanks to a stroke of luck. Unfortunately for the remainder of the agents, the same could not be said. Due to weather complications or changes in plans, most others were expected to arrive sometime later in the week. However, now that she was back she felt a sense of comfort soothe her despite the deafening shouts of a certain Korean girlfriend.
With three years since the two met and less than two since they had officially become a couple, Brigitte was blushing at the memory. It was by technical terms a ‘gay disaster’ but the two of them struck various interests nonetheless and kept on despite their initial awkward phase. Brigitte still wondered where their relationship was headed considering the two were still part of an officially dismantled organization and were quite young. That did little to abate her feelings to remain by Hana’s side until the end.
Speaking of which.
Hana tapped the controller frantically in a series of predetermined patterns. In a few frames, her character, a pink and blue mecha with a red hammer sprayed on her shoulder pads, grappled her ball-looking opponent before jumping into the air. After a second of delay, the two crashed into the pixelated surface with the loudest trumpet signaling victory.
“GG,” Hana announced into the monitor.
Apparently whomever she had played against had managed to give the professional gamer enough hardship to earn Hana’s respect, the petite girl bowing. Brigitte tilted her head with a fond smile as she saw Hana log out of the game before turning the console off.
“Had fun?” asked the redhead with a grin.
Hana grunted a nod as she stretched her back until a few pops could be heard. Hours of playing left her feeling cramped. One last pop made Hana slump with content.
“Yep!”
She bounced up into Brigitte’s arms with a fond smile. Not wanting to be the evil girlfriend, Brigitte leaned down and brushed noses with the smaller girl, humming happily as could be.
“Hey,” asked Hana with a soft voice.
“Hey,” replied Brigitte as she tugged Hana closer.
Hana grew a dopey smile, cheeks tinged pink though without her usual whiskers.
Hana tiptoed, head inching until their lips met. The kiss was divine and made even more so when the gamer giggled as she wrapped her own arms around Brigitte’s neck. Looping her hand around the small of her back, Brigitte pulled her close until Hana almost left the ground. A small yelp caused them disengaged from their little kiss with both growing toothy smiles.
“Hey,” asked once again Hana.
Brigitte giggled as she shook her head.
“You know, if we keep saying hello we might never get to eat dinner,”
Hana quirked her brow before smiling deviously. “And what if I wanted to enjoy dinner somewhere else? Like, let’s say, the bedroom?”
Brigitte coughed to the side as her cheeks turned the color of her hair. The brunette did still enjoy seeing the bigger of the two get easily flustered over something so intimate, a loving reminder of why Hana fell in love with this oblivious knucklehead. Tiptoeing to raise herself a couple inches again, Hana pecked Brigitte’s freckled cheeks to draw the redhead’s attention back to where she needed.
“How about we have lunch and then some snuggle time, ‘kay?” Hana asked with a devilish smirk, knowingly full well that flushing her petite body would disarm the redhead in an instant.
“Huh huh,” responded the Swedish girl with pursed lips and wide eyes.
Hana unlocked herself from Brigitte’s embrace but not after stealing another quick kiss to her walking gay gal. Once distanced from her, she turned around to look at the table in amusement.
Instantly she mentally slapped herself for not cleaning up the kitchenette island counter that separated kitchen and the living room before Brigitte arrived. In its current state the countertop was all but visible due to half the surface covered by a small heap of fan correspondence, actual mail, ads and a few other nitpicks here and there. That did not bother Brigitte who had quickly cleaned the stove to make a quick alfredo pasta. Most of the ingredients had been cleaned up but that did leave the pots and pans as well as two plates topped with their dinner.
“Err… maybe we can use the sofa instead?” suggested Hana with a lopsided smile.
It was not the first time this had happened and she highly doubted it would be the last considering how popular the livestream gamer was. With a firm nod, Brigitte reached over a couple of game cases topped with a bright blue cardboard paper atop it to grab their plates.
“I’ll get the drinks,” Hana bounded off to their fridge to get their drinks. “Anything special?”
“Water if you could,”
“Gottcha,”
While Brigitte turned to look at Hana in reply she accidentally bruised the side of the game cases with her elbow, causing the card atop of them to fall to the ground. She retracted to pick it up before gaining a grip on the plates only to stop midway as she read the title in considerable shock.
“’Write you perfect child?’” repeated Brigitte in a low mumble.
“Pardon?”
Brigitte snapped her eyes from the card as she scooped the card with a sweaty hand before fetching their cooling dinner. “Nothing, just thinking,” deflected the redhead as she threw a small smile at Hana.
“Well, come on slow poke, we can binge watch something while we eat and snuggle,”
Hana cheered as she bounded for the far side of their little blue sofa before making herself comfortable as could be by folding her legs to sit a meditating position. “You gonna join or not?”
Brigitte raised both eyebrows at how fast the little Korean gamer could run with two glasses filled to the brim without spilling a single drop. Hesitating at first due to the feeling of the card still underneath her hand between the hot plate the armourer joined her girlfriend at the sofa. She scooted closer to Hana while the smaller girl flipped through the browsing list of shows and movies available for them to watch. After a brief amount of time Hana settled for a comedy series she had watched once with Brigitte long ago to act as background noise while they ate.
“There, all ready to launch,” Hana announced as she grabbed a plate from Brigitte after hitting the start button.
To both their surprise the little cardboard sheet fell from Brigitte’s hand to land solidly square in Hana’s lap, warm now thanks to the exuding heat from the pasta. A hint of pink dusted Hana’s cheeks as she stared at the card meanwhile Brigitte stared at Hana in hopes of finding some kind of answer as to what was happening.
Rather, after a small cough, Hana simply raised her plate and began to stab at the food with her fork before beginning to stuff her mouth. If Brigitte could have she would have jumped up, thrown the dish out their window and flipped the sofa faster than Reinhardt’s back cracked.
What kind of reaction is that?!
Brigitte stared dumbfoundedly at Hana. She knew that Hana had taken the initiative when she realized the mechanic easily compared to Fareeha or Angela when it came to realizing their hopeless crush for one another. To her, seeing the card was completely tossing the idea of the two spending a couple more years together and going directly to baby-making. Did it imply something?
Excluding the fact that the subject of marriage had never even come up until then, was this really something Hana was longing for? To have a baby with Brigitte and start a family? Yes it did cause Brigitte’s head to start swimming both in vexation and elation. The squirming knot inside her stomach, not from hunger but for want of answers.
Many questions began to fly around within her brain, rattling around like marbles. Among them were things like age; both she and Hana were young, far too young to be thinking about such a thing. Worst of all was their love was on standstill until the Omnic threat was forever defeated. With responsibilities weighing them down neither could possibly dream in peace over something so major like marriage or even fostering babies.
Brigitte shook her head, unable to wrap her brain around the whole issue. It was only after a couple of minutes of silence with them eating that Brigitte lay her plate down.
“Babe,” coughed Brigitte in a cautious voice.
“Hmm?”
The Korean soldier peeled her eyes from the antics on the television to look at Brigitte. Now that she had her girlfriend’s full attention, which she had no idea if that was a good thing or not, Brigitte scratched the back of her neck with a nervous chuckle.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Huh-uh,” responded Hana with mouth stuffed full.
“Do you… err… are you – I mean it’s fine if you want to… err… are you sure that you – not that I mind but I was just wondering if… you and me… yeah?“
Tongued tied: Check.
Hana narrowed her eyes as she inched closer with a confused frown upon her face. Unable to properly address the jumble of words that Brigitte had spilled, Hana swallowed her food with a big gulp.
“What did you say again?”
Brigitte groaned at the ceiling as she realized how stupid she just sounded worse than when was had been crushing on the girl sitting next to her. Still, she inhaled a lungful before exhaling once more to stiffen her resolve.
“Hana, hmm, do you want us to have children? G-get married I mean?”
Now it was Hana’s turn to red, caught unprepared. Not that she wasn’t expecting the question considering the card that had fallen in front of Brigitte, it was just unprecedented how this might have turned into a misunderstanding.
She had hoped she could come up with a proper explanation for why she had the note with her following a series of questions that escalated to a dare but even now she could not find a concise way of explaining any of it. It was kind of laughable, were it not for the lump in her throat. Brushing a loose strand of hair, Hana looked at Brigitte with pursed lips.
“I mean, I’m fine if you’d like, you know I love you and will be with you no matter what,” Brigitte laughed as she continued scratching the back of her neck, bulging those muscles for Hana to see inadvertently. “It’s just I didn’t expect you and I to be on that phase so early, you know,”
Hana groaned as she pulled a nearby pillow to her face to hide the glowing red creeping up her face. Brigitte expected Hana to scream into the pillow or to shrink into a ball and hide under the sofa’s covers. Instead the brunette just fell in a somewhat fetal position onto Brigette’s shoulders. Caught unaware now the redhead tried to make even more sense of the girl curled up next to her.
“Hana? You- are you okay?” asked Brigitte as she was trying to figure out if this scenario required a head pat, a hug or what to cheer her girlfriend up. Ultimately Brigitte slipped an arm around Hana and tugged the girl closer until she could feel their waists touch.
A small groan could be hardly heard beneath the pink bunny pillow but Brigette could only smile at how adorable it sounded. She brushed the bangs from Hana’s brow to place a soft comforting kiss on it, enjoying the smell of syrup Hana’s hair smelled.
“Hey, kannin?” whispered the redhead as she stroked the brunette’s soft hair. “I love you, you know,”
“Wae?” asked Hana as she looked up to Brigette’s eyes with a soft stern that made Brigette only stroke the petite girl with more care than she intended. “Why are you so good for me?” repeated Hana again, her cheeks growing red still despite the little frown on her beautiful face.
“Because I love you,” answered Brigette honestly.
Hana huffed without giving her a second look. “You’ve already said it,”
“But I do,” smiled Brigette as she pressed Hana against her body, allowing the bulge of her muscle she knew her girlfriend often enjoyed touching prod her sides. “So I’ll say it again: I love you.”
“Urgh!” groaned once again Hana before stealing a quick kiss from Brigette’s cheeks when she was least expecting. “And don’t say I don’t,” threatened Hana with the most adorable pout she ever had.
Brigette allowed her initial shock disappear to allow a beaming smile grow across her cheeks. Hana however shuffled a hand under the pillow to draw out the source of this entire mess of a talk.
“Here, read it,” mumbled Hana as she pressed the sheet onto Brigette’s chest.
Taking a brief look, the redhead mechanic looked at the note held beneath her chin and back again at Hana who looked out at the comedy show with intense focus. Blinking twice she grabbed the piece from Hana’s dangling hand to get a thorough look at the note.
Beneath her breath she scanned through the eye-raising advertisement. By no means was she cringing, at least not yet, but there was a sense of aimed focus at a particular group. She could feel her cheeks grow warm as she reread the subtitle that had initially caught her eye. She felt Hana glance at her when she thought Brigitte was not looking but averted her eyes when she flipped over the page to find a small envelope taped to the underside. Printed on it was the company’s address ready to be sent off.
Brigitte gulped as she finished the message, looking back down at Hana only to find the brunette looking at her in earnest anticipation. A second gulp only forced her words to subside for a second before her guts steeled themselves for another awkward rounds of questions.
“So,” chuckled Brigette with a nervous chuckle, unsure how to follow up.
Hana shifted beneath her but remained looking up. “So,”
A small giggle escaped Brigette as Hana repeated their initial conversation they had begun with only a half an hour before. Suppressing it was no big task but she allowed the humor it brought to lessen the uncomforting weight that had settled in before nudging Hana to carry on forward.
“Are you going to write something?”
Hana tossed the pillow aside she had been using as a shield to allow her body to lay on Brigette’s lap. Now staring upwards, the petite gamer looked at Brigette with hesitant emotions mirroring in her warm brown eyes. She reached up slowly to caress the redhead’s cheek with the tip of her fingertips.
After a minute of utter silence, Hana let out a long sigh before answering.
“No.”
The answer astounded Brigette who expected Hana to reply with a yes, unsure if it was the slim hopes or a deep fantasy that made her heart beat in expectation.
“No?” asked Brigette to clarify what she had heard.
“No,” Hana replied with a more firm tone this time. “I won’t.”
Brigette was about to ask why before a small index finger stopped her midway by the slender girl who was staring intently back at her.
“It started as some challenge to send this,” Hana gestured at the card in Brigette’s hands with a quick glance. “ and see if we won something. I was going to write something stupid like a mini meka. But the more I thought about it this past two days the more I began to think that this is not something I want to commit even if it’s just a stupid little joke. But I still think I don’t want to think about this subject. Not yet at least.”
The armourer could not help a frown etch across her face, causing Hana to withdraw her hand from Brigette’s lips.
“I do want to start a family. Sometime far far into the future, even if I don’t think I’ll be a great parent,” Hana clarified as she closed her eyes, breathing deeply.
“That’s not true,” interceded Brigette by taking Hana’s hand and bringing it up to her lips again. She planted a delicate kiss on the girl’s delicate fingers causing Hana to open her eyes in surprise. “You will be a wonderful parent. You may not seem as though you might care but I know you are always perceptive to everyone’s needs not just your own.”
She could feel the little Korean soldier relax underneath her gaze after hearing the comforting words.
“You are the most caring, thoughtful and sensitive person I’ve met even if you have a competitive personality or tend to be a bit rash.” Brigitte giggled. “Perhaps a bit too touchy about personal items. Ticklish too,”
“Hey!” Hana lightly slapped Brigette on her shoulder as she puffed her cheeks in a most adorable fake pout. “I don’t know what I ever saw in you,”
“Oh?” asked Brigette with a smile. “Maybe you don’t like it when I flex my arms or when I make lunch for you like today after you ignore your chores from playing too long,” Brigette followed up with a cock of her eyebrow, earning another playful slap.
“Deomi,” muttered Hana with a cross of her arms. “You’re so full of yourself,”
“No. I’m full of love for you,” answered Brigette with the most cheesiest of pickup lines she had learned from Fareeha’s horrendous love advice. “Unless you don’t want me to cook for you,”
Hana huffed in pretend annoyance, her eyes tearing just a bit. “I never said that,”
“Then I will be with you for as long as you want me to be,”
“That is going to be a long time,”
“Then I don’t mind hearing a bit more about it right now,”
Hana blushed at Brigette’s inking response, leaving her to look off to the side at the television still ongoing with its program.
“Later… maybe,” answered the small girl before looking up at Brigette again. “I want to enjoy our time together, finish this war and grow some more. I don’t want you to be forced to think about something that you don’t want to happen, at least not yet, okay?”
Brigette leaned forward, allowing her long bangs of hair to brush Hana’s face before capturing the girl’s pouty lips in the most delectable kiss yet. The Korean girl froze for a brief moment before melting fully into Brigette’s strong arms, snaking her hands behind her neck to guide down the strong girl into a deeper kiss. Lips continued to graze against each other, sometimes allowing their tongues to prod and tangle themselves for long periods of time. By the time they separated, Hana’s lips were red and wet with Brigette’s own being licked to savor the sweet taste lingering on them.
Panting, the two girls stared at each other, unable to take their eyes of each other, allowing the warmth of their bodies to grow.
“You know,” whispered Brigette, running a hand down the sides of Hana’s slender body. “We haven’t finished our dinner yet,”
Hana blinked lazily before her brain could register Brigette’s intent. When it did, the gamer grew a smirk as she shuffled her body to feel the strong massaging fingertips of Brigette against the bare skin of her tummy.
“What do you have in mind,” asked Hana with barely a whisper of her own.
Brigette tilted her head to angle her lips just above Hana’s own, a great big grin growing by the second.
“I was thinking of something else to eat here on the couch?”
“Hmm,” contemplated Hana for a second before she crashed her lips onto Brigette’s.
As the moans and labored breath continued to envelop the entire room the card slipped from in between their bodies, falling to the now floor, by now completely forgotten.