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She stands by the window. She managed to convince the woman at the front desk she’s here to surprise her boyfriend on his business trip. She doesn't feel bad about lying. She contemplates the actions that have led her to this place; the drastic measures she took and the people she turned her back on. She's supposed to be Overwatch’s Angel. What is she now?
Her train of thought is interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking and the heavy boot falls as he enters the room. When he sees her she knows he’ll be tempted to bolt.
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“Don't leave,” Angela Ziegler says quickly, gentle blue eyes watching him. Even in the dark he can see her pleading expression.
Reaper reaches out to flick on the light and she shies away from the sudden brightness.
“You should leave, Angela,” he says, shrugging his duster and draping it over the chair. He removes his mask a places it on the desk before he stretches in that way that has her eyes widening and breath hitching. It gives him great pleasure to know he still has this effect on her. “I'm serious, doc.”
She shakes her head as if to free thoughts from her mind.
“It's my fault,” she says.
He grins, “I know.”
Her eyes are wide again. He notices the exact moment she realizes he can see right through her.
“You should leave, Angela,” he repeats in pure monotone.
“I'm not leaving you again,” she says sternly and with renewed purpose.
He scoffs and looks away as he speaks, “Look, doc, I get what you're tryna do. You're tryna ease that guilt that's built up inside you. You're tryna get me to tell you it's all okay so you can go home to Overwatch and go back to your work without repercussions for your actions. But I'm not going to tell you it's okay. I'm not going to forgive you. So you can just scurry on back to Morrison.”
“That's not what I'm here for,” she says. Then more gently, “ Gabriel. ”
His attention lazily shifts back to her, “What are you here for then?”
She smiles softly, “I'm here because I'm in love with you.”
“You're what?” he questions, trying to blink away the confusion ever present on his face.
Her approach is slow and measured as if she's afraid of him, but he knows she's not. He knows she's testing him and damn him to hell if he's going to fail.
In one fluid motion he closes the distance between them and pulls her into him before pressing the gentlest kiss of his life to her lips.
“Is that what you came here for?” he asks.
She nods shyly, “Yes. And more. ”
It's quiet between them for a moment before they start tearing at each other's clothes; trying to divest the other of theirs as fast as possible. He drives her nude backward to the bed then picks her up and tosses her into the sheets.
Angela lets out quiet giggles that only stop when she notices his predatory gaze locked onto her. She cants her head, “Gabriel?”
There's a kind of animalistic craving for her body that's made a home in his mind. It's sudden and overwhelming. He wants her. Oh heaven have mercy on him he wants her.
He climbs onto the bed after her. He boxes her in and dips his head to her exposed throat. He rakes his teeth down her neck before he speaks in a harsh tone. “What do you want, Angela? Who do you want?”
“You,” she blurts. Then with more composure, “I want you.” .