The sun came through the curtains, shining the morning sun into the veteran snipers eye as she was forced to wake with the day.
Beside the bed, an alarm rang.
The trill of the clock and the little vibrations on the desk caused her to groan, one arm sliding over her eyes clumsily before reached over to turn the alarm off. After a few moments of patting, she slammed her fist into the table and the ringing stopped.
Ana sighed, relaxing back into the pillow. She didn't want to get up yet, having just returned from a recon mission lasting about 7 days. Not the longest she's ever been away, but still taxing.
Talon had been brutal. Although, the lack or Reaper, Widowmaker or Sombra had caught her attention. Their absence was odd, usually they'd have attacked them by now.
Not that Ana was complaining, it was certainly easier handling grunts rather than skilled terrorists.
With a deep exhale, she rolled over. Her arm reached out only to find the spot beside her empty, her eye opened slowly.
Where was Reinhardt?
The two had been dating for a few weeks now. Well, dating? It felt like such a silly word to Ana, meant for new couples. But her stomach clenched and felt funny whenever she thought about it. She'd spent so long dancing around her feelings for the crusader, and he had done the same.
It had never been the right time.
Ana sighed.
"Reinhardt!"
She called, the words half muffled by the pillow as she pressed her face still.
"Reinhaaaardt...don't make me get up!" She groaned, more of a whine. Ana Amari was not a woman to whine, but she was still in the wonderful daze between sleep and awake.
After a few moments, footsteps thudded in. Like an elephant trying to tip toe, ((elephants are actually really quiet when they walk ^v^)) and failing.
The bed dipped beside Ana as the crusader returned.
"I was just getting a shower, Ana" his voice rumbled beside her, the tone only she ever got. It made Ana preen inside, knowing his voice only leveled out for her.
She shuffled across the bed and sighed, her head meeting his chest. "Without me?" She grumbled
He let out a loud, boisterous laugh but quickly muffled it when he realised the woman pressing into him was half asleep still. "You looked so cozy, I did not want to wake you!" He reasoned softly.
Ana let out a noise between a grumble amd a huff that made the german man laugh above her.
"Should've done it anyway" her voice slurred slightly.
Reinhardt's grin softened into a loving smile. "Well, I suppose I shall take note for future reference, yes?" He mused with a small chuckle at the end at the sleepy woman's apparent cureless irritation.
His gaze travelled down.
Ana hadn't bothered getting into any sort of pajamas after the strike team got back to site. After reaching Reinhardt's quarters, as he insisted hers was simply TOO far to venture too so lately, she had shrugfed her mission gear off then collapsed on his side of the bed.
Reinhardt had been a gentleman and let her sleep there, cuddling in behind her.
His gaze lingered on the bandage around her thigh and leg. Ana had taken a fall from a perch during battle, some dickhead Talon guy got cocky and threw a grenade.
It took out the support of her perch and Ana fell. Her grapple gun got her out of immediate danger, but her leg got caught by the debris, a nasty laceration that Angela had used a staple gun to temporarily stabilise in the field and later stitched in the evac ship.
Still, he was concerned.
"Ana, how is your leg?" He asked, hand moving to stroke her hair out of her face, when he noticed.
Her eye had closed once again, chest rising and falling in slow rhythms, her grip on his side loosened as sleep reclaimed her.
Reinhardt chuckled and adjusted so he could hold his sleeping lover, deciding to wait till she woke to get that shower.
