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Ana Amari, one of the founding members of Overwatch. A skilled sniper, one of the worlds deadliest. Years of training in arms and battle have made her who she is, but the torment of her past would always catch up to her. The omnic crisis was still ongoing, the fighting still tearing up the streets, but Overwatch needs a plan.
And Amari was running.
Until she met you.
“We have a new recruit joining us.” The commander speaks up.
Amari perks up, finally snapped out of her daze. “A new member is joining us? With where Overwatch is headed, don’t you think that’s a bad move?”
“We need all the help we can get.”
“Meet our new recruit.” The commander gestures towards the door and thus enters you. Dressed in a blue suit, matching the Overwatch colours, you stand before the small group, meeting eyes with all of them, a shy smile on your face.
“Hi.”
A few of the members nod as you speak your name, telling the group about your specialties, the skills that you acquired from a young age to today. What you did manage to catch between sentences was the look that one member was giving you. Her cheeks were mildly flushed, a small twinkle in her eyes from the projector.
Something warm flutters in your chest. She’s younger, but certainly older than you. You’re still growing into your boots, but the desire that is pulling you towards her is strong and she can feel it too.
Once the meeting is over, she stays back, wanting to get to know you more.
“So, you’re joining us, huh? Hope you’re ready, soldier.” She leans against the table as she speaks to you.
“Yes, ma’am, I am.” You look at her, a small smirk of your own plastered on your face.
“You have quite a skillset, too.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Amari chuckles. “Enough of the formalities, you’re one of us now.” She places a hand on your arm before standing straight. “Come, I will show you to your room.”
From that point on, Amari was your superior, not officially, but she might as well have been with how often she was around you and checking up on you. She was always by your side, even in battle.
Days and weeks went by with no end in sight with the ongoing war. Tension between nations were rising, tension between you and Ana were rising.
You were recovering, wandering the halls of the temporary base before being pulled into an empty meeting room. The door locks and Amari pushes you against the table.
Her hands trail up your torso, trailing over scars and blemishes that you hated. Her smile never wavers before her lips come down onto your neck.
"You are very sensitive here," she coos, slowly making her way to your collar.
"If we get caught-"
She hushes you instantly. "The commander won't be around for another ten minutes. We have time."
"Amari-"
"Hush now. Don't make me put you to sleep because that will hurt." She chuckles, pressing her lips to yours. She tastes sweet tea.
There was a small bustle heard outside of the door which causes your body to freeze, but Ana doesn't let up. Her fingers tickle your sides before toying with the waistband of your pants.
The meeting room was cold, the table just as colder. Your body was shaking and not from the chill, but from the nerves that were on fire. If you get caught, it's going to be embarrassing - you might just quit your job at Overwatch.
Ana notices your hesitancy, her grin never fading as she drops to her knees. "Let me help you calm down."
The belt buckle comes undone, zipper following a second later. She wastes no time in getting to work, her mouth pressed against you and there was no holding back. Your moans echo into the empty room, knuckles turning white as you grip the table.
She can’t help but smile into your skin, relishing in your noises. She could feel your body heating up, the slight tremble as she teases your sweetspots.
“A-Ana…” You move your hand to your lips, biting against the skin to stifle the moans and whimpers.
The coil was tightening, threatening to snap as he mouth worked against you, pulling out the most intense orgasm you had ever felt. Nobody else could’ve done what she did, pulled the same feeling out as she did, not even by your own hands.
She was soft and gentle as you came down from the high and when she stood, thigh pressing against your sex she presses her lips to yours. She tastes of a mixture of sweet tea and you.
From that point on, quickies in meeting rooms were frequent. There was the occasional time you two nearly got caught, but that didn’t stop you from fucking each other in whichever meeting room or storage room was empty and free. Comments were passed through the private radio during battles, a missed shot here and there from you in reaction, but things happen, don’t they?
As time went by, chatter started between the other members, including comments from other organisations. You and Amari were under fire for a completely different reason. While Overwatch weren’t too picky about you two hooking up, so long as you were… professional about it.
However, the comments wouldn’t stop and the anxiety about your job and livelihood were beginning to creep up. You had one option and that was to leave.
Perhaps it was the wrong decision to make, but your papers were put in and you had left without a trace. Not even a goodbye to the one woman who had your back through it all.
She never hated you for leaving. She understood.
Several long years had passed before the two of you had met again. She looked young for her age, perhaps it was the ongoing development in anti-aging products that has kept her looking so well, but you knew as well as anybody else that she wouldn’t touch those products.
When she spotted you doing a delivery for the new Overwatch team, she couldn’t quite believe it. You had turned your life away from the frontlines to be a delivery person for the one agency you had devoted years of your time to.
It makes her chuckle as she approaches.
“Hey, soldier.” She speaks up, catching you off guard. You turn around and your heart almost stops in your chest.
“Well, I’ll be damned. If it isn’t Captain Amari.” You smirk, tipping your cap to her. “You look good.”
“I could say the same to you.” She leans against the van. “And please-”
“No formalities.” The smile never fades as you place a box onto the trolley. “So, Ana. You’re still here.”
“I took a break but yes, I came back.”
You laugh. “Seems like this job needs someone like you.”
“You haven’t lost your charm, have you?” She chuckles, forcing herself off of the van.
“Awh, did you miss me?”
“And if I did?” There was that same sparkle in her eye, the same one from when the two of your first met.
You scoff, shaking your head as her hands grasp yours, pulling you towards her.
Her hand holds your own, soft skin touching, her thumb rubbing soothing motions on the back of your hand, brushing over your knuckles.
"Are you sure?" You ask her, a slight shake in your voice.
It had been a long time since she held someone close, since she had fallen in love. Many long and sleepless nights thinking about you and your safety. Her mind was solely focussed on you all this time.
"Yes, I am certain." She responds, free hand coming up to caress your cheek. "You are quite a lot younger than me." Amari chuckles, a warmth spreading through her cheeks.
"That doesn't matter. Love is love." Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were certain she could feel it too.
Not wasting anymore time, you lean in close, pressing your lips to hers. It was gentle and soft and to your surprise, she leans in further, hand trailing up your arm.
It seemed like an eternity had passed by the time you both broke free from the kiss and the sparkle in her eyes was all the confirmation you needed that she still loved you.
“If you’re free later, I would love to catch up with you over some coffee.”
You shake your head. “I don’t drink coffee anymore, too many sleepless night.”
Ana tilts her head as she looks up at you.
“I’ve developed a more… sweet tea kinda taste.”