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Tough arm guards around her forearms, Zarya was stuck looking between her arms, Odessa jabbing a knife at her, blunt blade going to leave bruises, no cuts. She kept trying to fight through when Odessa's arm came back, only brief jabs hitting her unarmed arm. At this point, She'd been whittled down after near two hours of sparring, tank top soaked in effort, all for none.
One bad jab, she couldn't even see how she ended on the floor again, Odessa standing over her. Head thrumming, she panted, unmoving. "Are you hurt?"
Zarya barely moved her head, scoffing weakly. "Barely."
"Get up." Cheeky grin, she outstretched her hand, waiting, Zarya unmoving. Silence besides breathing, Odessa watching her as she stayed down. "Babe.." She knelt down, hand on her arm. "You have one more in you." Zarya shook her head weakly, Odessa hitting her. "Come on." Hand on hers, Zarya nudged her off.
Standing up, she stared down, sweat stuck to her skin. "I didn't think you were so ready to give up." She left the toy of a weapon down, picking up Gracie and walking to the stairs. "Let me know when you shake off the bitch in you." She fell down each step, truthfully, tired, Zarya looking over to her slightly.
Sitting up, she touched her red marks, looking out as Odessa was leaving. Climbing to her feet, she could stand. Her arms still worked. Her head was spinning, but, wiping off the sweat in her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Hey." Shouting out to her, Odessa leant around the corner, sly smile on her mouth. "Stop looking at me like that. Get over here." Gesturing her close, Odessa glowed, both overheated as she went over to set down Gracie.
Toy knife in hand, she didn't even give a warning, darting close. Ducking, she spun Odessa into a stumble. Stabbing into Zarya's back, she pulled back as Zarya fell, Odessa playing with her hands as Zarya stayed down, motionless for a moment. Coughing into her hand, slowly she heard soft whining from her.
"Can, you move?" Odessa watched as Zarya slowly, painfully, climbed to her feet. Tears bubbled in her eyes before she wiped them out, widening her stance. Hand snapping out, messy movement hitting Odessa's cheek, she dodged the next one, stabbing out to her chest. Zarya bending in her arm, she tried to force a punch in, Odessa gripping her hand tight, Odessa finding the breath to talk "Kinda deserved that ey, heh.”
Turned awkwardly by Odessa, Zarya blundering on her feet, trying to elbow into her, a hot slice into her upper arm. She went to stop to check herself, Odessa kicking her feet from under her. Mercy rules, Zarya checked her arm, blood seeping out. Odessa looking her knife over, she marched to the nearest metal wall, bashing in the sharp point to bluntness.
Belt off, she wrapped it tight across the wound, trying to reduce the bleeding. Stood close, she kissed her cheek, hands on Zarya's waist. Dull, tired, reciprocation, Odessa briefly hugged her, stumbling back. Hands up, waiting for Zarya to gain a stance. Slowly, Zarya came to her feet, shaking out her whole body. Running in, she hit a punch on her low under her ribs, Odessa thrusting out the knife. Catching it in her hand, pulling back to swing into her hard, Odessa hitting off her hand.
Breaking off, Odessa was messy on her feet, holding her liver.
Opportunity open as she stumbled back, Zarya faked out a punch, sweeping out one of Odessa's feet from under her, crashing to the floor. Looking over her girlfriend, she panted, Odessa winded under her.
Zarya could hear something. Ringing. Ringing loud and overwhelming, pain throbbing in her skull, as her vision darkened, never finding the floor.
Soft, warm, sticky? Zarya woke, sprawled out over her bed, pain all over her body. She adjusted her shoulders uncomfortably, tightness on her arm. Pain in her movement, she forced herself up, back roaring in pain. Bandages on her arm, and red purple marks everywhere else, she laid back to rest, head scrawling in pain.
The door slowly opened, Odessa came in, gently holding her hand, shaking her. "Are you awake?" Zarya nodded, looking up. "Ran a bath for you. You have more bandages yeah?”
"Yeah," pointing to a suitcase across the room, "Still in there." Odessa followed, nodding.
"Sick." She reached for her hand, pressing it to her lip, setting her down and walking to the door. "And glad to see your ego keeps you alive." She snorted, leaving towards the lounge.
Slowly to her feet, she felt that something in her leg was pulled. Stumbling to the bathroom, she shut the door, taking her clothes off, feeling gross from the sweat. Hand in the water, it was warm, climbing into the tub. Warm water smoothing somewhat, bruises never coming easy. Discolouration, she had a few more open wounds then she thought she'd get from hitting the floor. Grazes made her hiss in pain, taking to her loofah and soap despite the sensitive skin.
Twenty-ish minutes later, there was a knock, Zarya calling that she could come in. Sat to hide her chest behind the tub wall, Odessa stepped in, glass of water in hand. Passing it down, she looked out, Zarya smelling something cooking. "You like rolls, yeah?" Zarya nodded, gulping down the glass. Passing it back, Odessa closed the door, Zarya sinking back in the tub. Bubbles and water discoloured from the dirt and sweat, she forced herself up from the tub, unplugging it and turning on the overhead shower. Ice cold water didn't feel great, but it was familiar.
Shampoo in her hand, she took her hair tie to her wrist, cleaning over her scalp. Her slashed muscle ached when moving her hand up to her hair. Pushing through the discomfort, water flowing down her hair, fiddling with the hair tie on her wrist. A small dollop of conditioner, she pushed it through her hair, velvety smoothness between her fingers.
Towel around her tightly, she took her clothes into her room, drying herself off slowly and awkwardly, getting into comfier clothes. Loose shirt and shorts, she couldn't bother wearing cozy clothes in place Australia. Sitting on the bed, she yearned to lay back, but she could smell food out in the kitchen, begrudgingly getting to her feet.
Odessa had an open roll, stuffing it with meat, looking over to her. "Here." Passing it over, Zarya looked down, surprisingly hefty in her hands. "Shredded beef, cheese, barbeque sauce, nothing grand." Zarya whispered a thanks, gnawing into it. Odessa put hers together with the same stuff, before walking her girlfriend to the couch.
Bandages on the couch like a reminder, she set hers down, taking Zarya's roll out of her hand. “Let me rewrap that for you.” arm up off against her body, she felt as she untucked it, wet bandages sticking to her skin as she peeled it off. Chucking it to the ground, her arm was still moist.
Lazily, she chose to take off her shirt, pressing it into the skin. Leather held her chest, Zarya awkwardly looking away. “I like your eyes on me.” Grin on her, her face turned red, definitely looking at her, but never to her chest.
Wrapping up her arm in clean bandages, Zarya's arm came to fall against herself, maybe from shyness. Hand in hand, she moved her hand to her own collar bone, tauntingly close. “Keep your under arm open.” Over the soon to be scar, she leant to look at her tattooed arm. “Lucky I didn't scratch up your tats, you'd need to break a new record then.” Kicking her, Zarya turned away, scoffing.
“I have too much going on.” She was focused away, Odessa urging her to continue, bandages tight on her arm again. “Saving the world from bots, I have friends, I have my country, and,” hand lowering onto Odessa's sternum, she felt an unbeatable smile on her face. “You.”
Heavy silence, Odessa swallowed, tying up her arm. “Don't let it get scratched up then.” Punching her wound, she grinned, Zarya hissing in pain. “My girl can't have no messed up trophy.” Leaning in, she had passion in her eyes, enough to flare them both up.
Zarya pulled her into a kiss, metal through her lips in the way, pulling back. “You'd wait for me? If it happened?” It wasn't needed, but Odessa nodded.
“Five one five babe easy.” Teeth shown off, she shook her head, grabbing her roll. “You could do that in your sleep.” Kicking her feet over Zarya's lap, scoffing down her roll. She leant on her legs, bread tough and chewy in the crust. Odessa devoured it like she was starved for days, Zarya never being a slow eater in a duo before her.
Odessa stretched back when she was finished, nudging Zarya with her knee, a quiet moment passing through. "Sorry for beating you in so hard too. I just knew you had it in you." She rested on one elbow, Zarya nearly done with her roll, Shrugging with obviously played up disdain.
"And what if I'm not convinced you're sorry?" She was smug, Odessa sitting up, leaning close.
"What if you weren't?" Exchanging hot breaths, Zarya shrugged like she was nonchalant, munching down the last bit of her roll.
"I don't know." Laying her arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer. "What do you think?" Odessa tried to think, Zarya swinging a leg over to sit on her lap. Both arms around her, she pulled her in close, seeing every inch of her eye.
"You tell me." Chest to chest, Zarya pressed her lips to hers, her lip piercing in the fucking way, touching it with her thumb.
"Take this off." Pulling back, Odessa nodded, unclipping it, pulling it out. Setting it on the table behind Zarya, she had her face cradled in Zarya's hands. Pressing in close, kissing near desperately, Odessa reciprocated, combing her hair, smooth, light. Her coarse hands gentle on her face, she felt her face warm.
Odessa playing with the hem of her shirt, Zarya blindly finding her hand, guiding her up under her shirt. "Wanna see your efforts realised?”