The lights drained around them…flickering energy outside shooting across the walls like a specter that sought to infiltrate the Gibraltar compound. Shadows danced along the metal panels and finally died off into the darkness of the hallways. Gasping was muffled from the overlook upstairs as Genji returned his lips to Angela’s each time she took a breath. Her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, keeping him close to her own pleading lips. He rested between her legs and peered down at her when he finally pulled away from a battle of air and flesh. Both of them remained clothed, but neither wanted to leave after getting caught up in the moment. None of the others had even attempted to usher them to bed, and for that, they were grateful. Long gone were the interruptions of youth, and their blossoming romance was left in more adult situations. Genji smirked from beneath a lifted visor and something akin to mischief played in his eyes. Angela could do no more than stare up at him with a bemused and yet bashful expression. Despite both of them being In their thirties, she felt youthful and playful again. Butterflies always fluttered about in her stomach when she caught him looking her way…or even when Genji’s name was simply muttered in passing. It rough forth old memories of grade school when crushes long past were called upon during role call. The cyborg’s fingers rose and brushed against her collarbone until they wrapped around her chin in a delicate embrace. He liked to coax her eyes to fix on his own, she noted, and it always caused her cheeks to flush a brilliant peach. Somehow, he managed to keep his weight off of her as moved his attention from her face only long enough to pluck the blanket that had been folded on the back of the couch. The draft from the storms swirling outside still managed to permeate the building and the metallic walls did little to resist it. Angela had shivered once beneath Genji and that was the only cue he needed. While holding her close, he moved expertly so that she somehow ended up in front of him, spooned against his chest and beneath the knitted wool of the blanket. His breath fell in short, but calm, bursts of heat against the back of her neck and an entirely new sort of shiver reverberated through her being. “Angela…are you still cold? Is it…” She shook her head before he could finish and she looked over her shoulder as much as she could laying like she was, “No, don’t worry. You aren’t cold tonight”. He always had a penchant for concerning himself with his prosthetics and their temperature around her. While it certainly took a great deal to heat himself to a comfortable level, he didn’t want to freeze her to death. At her clarification, his arms snaked around her waist and clasped to hold her close. Neither of them paid any mind to the rest of their environment, mostly thanks to the amount of security that Athena offered. A very careful clicking of booted feet was lost on them as they whispered to one another. Downstairs, just below the grated walkway above, a particular figure leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. His disheveled mess of hair did much to cloak his face as did a rather full beard of reddened brunette hair. Jesse flicked his ashes to one side and breathed carefully so that the smoke wouldn’t rise to greet the two upstairs. He’d come back towards the kitchen for a drink when he’d caught a hushed noise from the two. Never one to turn down the opportunity to snoop on someone, he’d taken to the shadows and listened from his post. As he drained a small glass of diluted whiskey, minus the ice, he nearly spit it out when he heard the couch begin a series of squeaks. There hadn’t been any frantic sounds of clothing being removed and he exhaled slowly and quietly. Something about the thought of them being so public made him a bit frustrated. Perhaps even a bit jealous. After placing his glass back in the kitchen, he rose up the stairs with calculated steps until his eyes fixed on the couch and the figures that now formed one big mass upon its cushions. Just as he heard a very quiet muttering of “I just need to pull these down a little further and then I can….”, Jesse cleared his throat. “Ya know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say some shenanigans were afoot here. We got a sleepover and no chaperone…” Both Angela and Genji shot up, Genji’s hand still down the front of her shirt like a raccoon with its hand caught in the trash, their eyes just as wide. Jesse’s lips curved up into a crooked smile that could only be seen thanks to his cigarette. “McCree… no one asked you for the commentary”, Genji’s tone had swiftly gone from loving to irritation incarnate. Everything had now turned into confrontation and his stance spoke highly of it, “Now please, scurry off to bed…”. Jesse seemed undeterred by Genji’s bipolar reaction and gave them both a rather large heave of his shoulders. He flashed his teeth and gave Angela a brief nod of his head. Instinctively, a hand came up to tip a hat that was elsewhere, “Beg yer pardon the , I’ll leave ya to yer hanky panky... just make sure to wipe the couch down when yer done. I like to sit up here with coffee in the morning.” As he started towards the hallway that housed his room, a couch pillow ricocheted off the side of his head. Instead of reacting wth rage, a deep, amused laugh echoed the halls until he disappeared around a corner. Angela sat fully upright while an agitated Genji rubbed at her tense shoulders. The green glow from his visor gave them something of a temporary night light as the vibrancy reacted to his heart rate, “That man can certainly be an asshole…”. Genji nodded in agreement and his eyes still rested on the hallway Jesse had disappeared into, “How much do you suppose he heard?”. The doctor gave him a shrug of her own but smiled sheepishly, “I suppose the better question is, do either of us care?”.
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