Angela's eyes flickered open, and as her brain began waking up she tried to work out exactly why the day felt different.

It was morning. That much was clear, from the colour of the light pouring in through the window. She was also at the base, because her room didn't change much. However, there was one difference - a purple-and-white bodysuit, draped haphazardly over Angela's desk. It certainly wasn't hers, and the only person who-

A weight she hadn't noticed before shifted on her chest - her naked chest, she noted absently - and she looked down at the source.

Her lips curled in a smile as she saw the familiar spill of chestnut hair, framing the round-cheeked, small-lipped features of Hana Song, and she suddenly recalled the previous night in gleaming, crystal clarity.

Since the attack in London, the youngest addition to the Overwatch family had thrown herself into action with the vigour and enthusiasm she was known for...just as she had with her newfound relationship. Despite the occasional cutting remarks from Jack, and the barely-veiled barbs from Amélie - who was still far from being anything like her old self - Hana and Angela had formed an intense relationship. The medic of Overwatch was certain that a large proportion of that intensity stemmed from Hana's youth, but she was certainly not complaining - it was something they both wanted, something they both needed in their lives.

That's not to say the relationship was perfect, by any means - there were times when Hana would neglect her girlfriend for the sake of late-night gaming sessions, or Angela would be forced to work late on medical issues...especially when Amélie insisted on training with live ammunition.

However, no matter the trials, the two always made it up to each other - with special dates, gifts, or just reminding each other of how they felt with large, public displays of their affection.

For four months, they fought together on assorted battlefields, spent time with each other on the base and slept together at night, but one particular issue was never raised...until now.

Hana had found Angela sitting with what Jack called 'The Old Guard' - Jack, Ana, Reinhardt, Jesse and Angela herself. With the exception of Gabriel Reyes, it was pretty much a gathering of the oldest, founding members of the Overwatch team, and when they were all gathered together Hana sometimes felt a little...out of place.

She walked silently into the social area, where Jack and Jesse were making bets over a game of pool as the others sat and talked about "the old days". Jesse noticed her as he lined up a shot, commenting to the rest of the group as he did.

"Hope y'all like a lotta sugar, it's about to get might sweet in here," he drawled, and Hana ignored him as he finally took his shot.

"Angie?"

Angela looked up at her girlfriend's small, almost plaintive voice as she spoke, and her brow furrowed in concern. She could tell from Hana's expression that the younger girl was worried about something, which was out of character for the brashly confident youngster.

"What is it, liebling?" she asked, holding her hand out to Hana, but the young woman didn't move.

"I...can I speak to you? Privately?"

Angela's frown deepened, and she left her seat to move to her girlfriend's side.

"I don't wanna hear any funny business," Jack half-joked, before an empty drink can bounced off his head.

"Leave them alone, you grumpy old man," Ana chided as the couple left the room. "They clearly love each other, but your comments don't make it any easier for them to say it."

"I still think Angie's makin' a mistake," the old soldier growled, taking aim for his own shot at the pool table.

"Well that's their mistake to make, Jackie-boy," Jesse offered, lighting a fresh cigar. "How's about you leave 'em to it?"

Jack simply growled, focussing on pool game once more, pushing the two lovers from his mind.

"What's wrong, Hana?"

Hana struggled to meet the doctor's eyes, instead wrapping her arms around Angela's waist and holding her close. Angela reciprocated, curling her arms protectively around Hana's narrow shoulders, kissing the top of the smaller woman's head as she pulled her closer.

"What's wrong?" she repeated, and Hana finally pulled away for a moment.

"Angie, I...I know it's been hard to be with me, knowing what Jack thinks and all-"

"He's either jealous or old-fashioned, I wouldn't worry about him," Angela interrupted with a chuckle. "And regardless, what other people say has no bearing on how I feel about you. I can make my own decisions, and I decided a while ago that I wanted to be with you."

Hana looked away from those gentle, azure eyes that she had fallen for, until Angela rested a hand against her cheek and gently brought her head back round, before giving the young woman a delicate kiss on the lips.

"Now then," Angela said softly as she pulled away, "what is this about?"

Hana took a deep breath, partly to steel herself for the conversation she was trying to have, and partly because Angela always took her breath away whenever they kissed. It was something the MEKA pilot loved about their relationship - the restrained passion hiding in every kiss, every touch, every stolen glance...but she wanted more. She wanted it to be restrained no longer, and asking for that scared her beyond all reason.

"Four months," she started, almost stumbling over the words, "we've been together for four months now, and...well...not a lot has changed. We're closer than before, I know that, but...I'm just sorta wondering...where do you want us to go?"

Angela looked slightly confused, cocking her head to one side as she tried to work out the awkwardly-phrased question.

"How do you mean?"

Hana sighed. She knew she should have written it down...

"Like...how far do you want our relationship to go? Do you see us lasting, like...like a long time?"

"I'm certainly not one for idle romances, if that's what you mean," Angela assured her. "I want our relationship to last, Hana. I care about you deeply, and I don't want to lose you."

That, at least, seemed to placate the younger woman, and she attempted to make her point again.

"Okay...well, with that in mind, I think-...I want us to-..." her cheeks heated as she struggled to get her point across, not sure how to phrase it. Eventually, she took another deep breath and simply blurted out, "I want us to sleep together."

She swore internally. It wasn't what she'd wanted to say, and certainly not the most romantic way of putting it, but it got the point across efficiently, if not delicately.

"But we already- oh," Angela said, nodding in sudden understanding. "Are you sure?"

Hana looked away yet again, her cheeks turning bright red as she blushed, and gave a weak nod.

If she was honest with herself, Angela felt she was more nervous than her girlfriend - it had been...quite a while since she'd last had a physical relationship, and she wanted to make sure she pleased her young lover. It wasn't the age difference that worried her...it was the stamina difference.

At long last Hana looked back up to meet Angela's eyes, and the taller woman leaned down and kissed her again - this time more passionately, almost hungrily, and when they finally parted Hana was left literally gasping for breath.

"I'll see you tonight then, my love," Angela purred, giving Hana a wicked smile as she walked back to the group, and the young fighter leaned against a wall for a few minutes.

"Well...that went better than expected," she muttered to herself, before walking off to try and focus until later.

As Angela thought back on the actual events of that night, she couldn't help but grin like a fool. It had been passionate and intense, albeit ever so slightly awkward - much like their whole relationship - but as Hana had finally collapsed, her breathy whisper had made Angela blush.

"I love you Angie," Hana had said, nuzzling against the older woman and kissing her neck.

"I love you too, Hana," she'd whispered back, her smile evident in how she'd said the words.

Now she looked down at the face of the loving, energetic young woman, sleeping on her chest in an equal state of undress, and she wondered if Hana would be willing to re-enact the previous night.

Well, she had to be sure it wasn't a one-off success, after all...