The smile that she went to bed with remained on her face throughout the night. 76 was warm and firm, just the way she liked it. The way his arms wrapped around her made her feel safe, connected. Even her dreams were pleasant-filled with another night beneath the Milky Way. There was something about their first night out that would forever stay with her. She wasn't sure if it was the way he catered the evening to her or the way the sky lit up with cool colors or just the plethora of kisses that sent her pulse skyrocketing. What she did know is that she was beyond happy and would definitely take him up on more dates in the days, weeks, months, hell maybe even years to come.

"Hey," a light coo entered her mind. It caused her to arch her back and purr like a kitten.

The faint tickle of lips against her earlobe caused her lips to spread and a light, soft laugh to fall from her mouth.

The lips brushed against hers again, only this time they stopped on her jaw to place a firm kiss.

"Mmmm," Angela hummed while rolling over to greet the man those lips belong to. Eyes opening, she was quick to catch his sunglasses and stifle a snort. "Still wearing those?" she teased.

"Good morning to you too," he huffed while blowing lightly on her peach colored skin, enjoying the way her skin rippled with goosebumps. "Did you sleep well?"

She couldn't help but notice that he had changed. And based on the still-drying hair, she knew he took a shower. "You took a shower and you didn't invite me?" she winked before playfully chewing on her lip. "That's pretty mean, don't you think?"

"You have any idea how hard it would be to take a shower and wear sunglasses?" his brows poked up from behind the thick shades.

"You don't have to keep hiding your eyes from me," Ang cooed while nipping his lower lip. He was silent and this caused her to grumble. "Do you not trust me to keep your secret?" she huffed. "I am a doctor. I am bound by doctor-patient confidentiality laws, of which I refuse to break on the grounds that I simply cannot betray a patient."

Chuckling lightly, 76 ran a hand through her sloppy bedhead hair. "It's not that I don't trust you," he leaned in to grace her forehead with a kiss. "It's jus-" his lip curled with disgust.

"It's just...?" Ang's brows furrowed. "And what's with that look."

"You stink," he stated plainly without any hint of shame.

"Oh really?" Angela hoisted up her arm so she could sniff her pit. Half-gagging, half-choking, she rolled out her tongue in disgust. "Damp clothes plus no deodorant plus a warm room, I can only imagine why I smell," she teased. "I'm sure you didn't smell pleasant when you awoke either."

A blush clung to his cheeks. "It might have been the reason why I took a shower..."

"Oh so you can smell good and get all clean, but I have to stink and look like a mess."

Soldier 76 rolled into the bed, despite the musky odor. Curling up beside her, his lips danced along the curve of her shoulder and up her neck. "Not true," he cooed while rubbing the bridge of his nose along her jawline, "you're still as beautiful as always."

Rolling her shoulders back into him, she blushed. "But I still smell bad."

"Yes," he chuckled without restraint, "you still smell bad."

"Well," Angela pushed herself up so she could glance around his room (she was hoping she would learn more about him based on his stuff, but his room was very plain). "Maybe I should shower and then we could go get some breakfast downstairs? I hear this place has free breakfast."

"Uh," 76 rubbed the back of his head while sitting up. "You do realize it's almost noon, right?"

Angela snorted. "Noon? No, I never sleep past eight. I'm always up bright an-" her eyes landed on the clock. "Oh my god!" She zipped from the bed. Feverishly, she tossed her hair into a messy bun. "Shit, shit, shit," she chided while looking for her shoes.

Amused, 76 sat on the bed and watched as she panicked and tried to get dressed. "Uh," he tried not to laugh, "you're... um..." he gestured to his chest, "having a slight... issue." He snapped his lips together before a sly smirk crawled on his face. "Not that I'm complaining," he admitted.

Looking down at her chest, she saw that her swoop top tank had managed to fall below her bra. Meaning, her lace bra was completely visible for the world to see. In fact, based on its location, it was even safe to say that if she continued to hop and jump around, that one of the girls might squeak out and give 76 a bit of a teaser.

Face red and nerves frazzled, she hoisted up her top and nervously looked away.

"Might want to fix that too," he said while gesturing to her lower region.

Sure enough, there were sheet marks all across her usually smooth stomach. The shorts were also half-off, completely exposing the barely-there bikini-style lace underwear (also white) that sat beneath the shorts.

"Eep," she squeaked while tugging up the shorter-than-short shorts.

"Here," 76 rolled off the bed. With a quick yank, he tugged off his shirt and swung it at her face. "Wear this. It's long enough that it should cover your-" he stopped himself to admire her disheveled form. "Cute," he cooed.

"I wouldn't call this cute," Ang grumbled while yanking off the smelly tank and tossing it to the side. The second she slid on his shirt, though, she was beaming from ear to ear. "So soft and warm," she purred.

Wrapped up in the warmth and smell of his shirt, she missed the floor moan. She also missed his swift hands wrap around her hips and pull her into his chest. Though she didn't protest. In fact, she rather enjoyed it and rolled back her head so she could blow kisses at his jaw.

"Will I see you tonight?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Her blue eyes drank him in. "I don't know," she whispered. "Guess that depends on you."

"On me," he whispered back.

"Yeah," she slowly turned herself around, allowing her hands to fall against his nude chest.

"Well," his lips drifted toward hers, "I would like to see you again."

Her lips twisted into a lithe smile off to the side. "I'd very much like that too," she cooed.

Lips gracefully gliding against one another, they shared a kiss and a smile.

"Dinner?" he inquired while she collected her shoes.

"Thought you said you didn't have money," she teased.

"I meant going to the store to buy ingredients and cooking something here," he snorted.

"Oh," her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "That," she couldn't stop smiling, "that actually sounds nice."

"So," he leaned in, coaxing her back against a wall. "Is that a yes?"

Eyeing his well-crafted arm, she toyed with this whole concept of leaving. Yes, she and the girls were supposed to get lunch together. Yes, she still needed to shower and change (and had less than 20-minutes to do so). But every ounce of her being wanted to stay here. Right here with him and his inciting lips and intoxicating smell.

When she didn't answer, 76 drew closer. The forward bulge in his pants brushed against her loosely covered hips. His free hand found its spot right on her jaw and massaged it lightly. And his lips, they were pressing against her full pair once again.

Honestly, she had no idea what to do.

Melting into his kiss, tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She wanted this-him-so badly. And yet he kept teasing her. Toying with her. He was cruel and she wasn't sure how much more of this passionate desire she could take.

"Y-y-yes," she finally whimpered. Her thirst for him was strong but her body was weak. Her knees quivered as did her lip. Her heart ached.

Hands falling foolishly against his chiseled abs, she groaned. "I-I," she couldn't leave. She had to stay. She knew she couldn't make it three feet from his door without having to rush back. The tension, the pressure-it was too much. She was going to explode if they didn't do something!

"I-I," he repeated back, only his words were calm, seductive.

She fought with herself. She knew he wouldn't break. He'd told her time and time again, not now.

She couldn't do this. She couldn't keep doing this! Without warning, she broke. Tears flooded her eyes as a storm raged within. Not able to look at him, she did all she could do-she ran. She rushed the door and made her escape into the hallway. Tears flowing down her face, she ran with uncanny speed to the stairway. Taking the steps two at a time, she eventually found her floor.

Fumbling for the key card, she engaged the lock. It clicked and she tugged it open.

Once in the room, she immediately stripped herself down and jumped into the shower. She had to get him out of her mind. She couldn't keep thinking of him and the way his body would feel pressed beside-inside-hers.

Too bad the cold water didn't help a bit. If anything, it just reminded her of his laugh and the way he took off his shirt. It reminded her of the rocks they sat upon and watched the lights dance above them.

She wanted to wait, but she physically couldn't. She wanted it to be him, but her body was engulfed with a burning passion that needed to be dealt with if she even wanted to try to make it through the day.

Turning up the heat of the water, she slumped down into the tub.

Images of him, coursed through her mind. It didn't take much to assume his shaft and size for she'd felt it all night.

Hand dipping into the water, she felt her folds. It would have been a million times better if he could have been doing this, but he'd made up his mind. And, despite hating it, she'd respect it.

Small circles instantly sent her legs spasming. But oh god did she need this. She needed this release. And she knew it would be over just as soon as it started for 76 had worked her up. All she had to do was think about the way his lips tasted, the feeling of his cock against her ass, the way he'd smile and say her name-

The rubbing had ramped up. It was no longer small little circles around her swollen clit. It was now heavy rubbing and thumbing, almost vibrating.

Just thinking of the way he humped her caused her to cheeks to flair. When the time was to come, she was sure she'd be just like any of those girls in the vids-a hot mess just dying for a pounding. The kind of girl who'd do anything to ride his cock and would get a billion times wetter just thinking about it rubbing against her spongy insides. Angela knew she'd be loud and beg for more. It had been far too long since she'd enjoyed this necessity.

God, the thought of 76 holding her thighs while his pelvis smacked into her ass- Or the thought of him bending her over while she held her ankles- The idea of him going down on her, enticing her with his tongue flicking in all the right place- Every possible sense and position flashed through her mind, sending her body into overdrive.

"Oh," she groaned. She could just picture his lips. She could picture his cock. "Mmmm," the saliva stringy in her mouth as she fought not to make too much noise with her self-pleasure. "Uh," she moaned one last time before a wave of unprecedented warmth pulsed over her. Numbness followed and soon complete and utter bliss.

Collapsing against the rounded back of the tub, she let loose a satisfied sigh. She slowed down her twirling fingers until she eventually just laid there with her legs spread apart and her hand resting limply against her tingly clit. If only, she kept saying. If only he was here. If only he could have finished in her-that would have been the definition of perfect.

Rolling back her eyes, she couldn't stop envisioning 76. Almost to the point where she thought she could work out another orgasm. Perhaps if I-? She toyed with the thought but decided it might be best to let 76 take it from here. There was no way she was going to leave his room without sex. It was an absolute must at this point. And she knew he wouldn't be able to refuse if she started to masturbate in front of him.

When the euphoria finally wore off, she resumed her showering. So what if she would be late? She would rather smell and look good than show up half-ready. Plus, she couldn't think about leaving the hotel without doing that beforehand.

Once out of the shower, she got dressed. She opted for faded blue skinny jeans and his black shirt. No one would know it was his as she plenty of them that were just like this. Makeup and hair soon followed and before she knew it, she was ready to leave.

Grabbing her phone, she shot Tracer a text. "I'm on my way. See you soon~!"

Much to her luck, DVa was also late. In fact, she arrived later and with her excuse in hand.

"Sorry I'm late. Junkrat and I stayed up way too late."

"Oh really," Angela asked. "Why was that?"

"We decided to start a taco building contest. It was stupid but so much fun. He built a taco castle with a moat and sharks."

"Did you take pictures," Pharah was quick to ask.

"You betcha!" she pulled out her phone. "His was impressive. He should have won but he... well, being Junkrat, thought it would fun to blow up the castle before the judging had ended. So no one ended up voting for him because his died."

"And what did you submit," Mei asked.

"I made a video game..." She blushed. "I went with a classic. It was nowhere near as good as his," she said while showing off her taco structure. "But," she wore a small grin, "I did win a cool prize."

All eyes were on her.

"I got a year's worth of tacos!"

Mercy tried not to gag. "I'm not sure I could eat that many..."

"Oh, I didn't accept them. I donated them to the town. More specifically the soup kitchen."

"Awww, Hana," Angela reached over to hug the woman, "that's so generous of you."

"It was Junkrat's idea. He said if he won, he was going to give his to the poor to help this town get back on its toes. He's," she blushed, "kinda cute." She chuckled lightly. "But enough about me. Angie, how did your date with 76 go?"

"I don't think we have to ask," Pharah interrupted.

Ang pouted. "Y-you're not even a bit curious?" Her crestfallen expression matched her sad tone.

"Uh, no." Pharah boasted. "I don't have to ask. You're wearing his shirt. I'm sure it went-" She caught Angela's glare.

Brows furrowing, Angela glared over at the Egyptian. "And why would you say that? I have plenty of black shirts!"

"Uh," Pharah tried not to laugh, "did you bother to look at the back?" She was beyond amused at this point.

Again, her brows furrowed.

Tracer zipped around to check out the back. A second later, she was rolling on the floor. "Oh Angie," she cackled, "you're too cute!"

"What?" she was thoroughly confused at this point. "What?"

DVa stifled her giggling. "Here," she snapped a picture of the back of the shirt. Showing off the image, she chuckled lightly.

"SOLDIER 76!" Angela belted. "Why I'm going to kill him," she growled.

Snapping out her phone, she sent a text to the man: "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME IT HAS 76 ON THE BACK?!" The others gathered around, curious to see his response.

The screen lit up. Tracer cleared her throat, ready to read it out load. It read, "And here I was worried that you hated me after you left like you did. Guess I was wrong :P"

Ang smashed the keys: "WHY DID YOU GIVE ME A LABELED SHIRT?!"

He response was: "If only it said, 'If lost, return to Soldier 76.' ;D"

Her face turned bright red. She shot him another text: "IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

A message returned. ":P Tell the girls I said hi."

Tracer quirked a brow. "You told him you were getting lunch with us?"

Another message came in. "Also, you forgot your shoes..."

She felt all eyes on her.

"You forgot your shoes...? Annnnnd you're wearing his shirt." Tracer narrowed her eyes before wiggling her brows. "And where did you slee-" the phone vibrated. It was a photo message.

Before Angela could respond, DVa snatched the phone from her hands and ran off with the others.

"Open it, open it," Tracer egged the brunette on.

Audible gasps followed. Then a plethora of giggles. Again, Tracer was on the floor rolling and the rest were visibly crying.

"Oh what's so funny," Angela huffed while snatching back her phone. The second she laid eyes on it, she burst out laughing.

"That's," Tracer held her stomach, "too cute."

"Angie," DVa added, "please, you have to save that! I need it for reasons!"

Embarrassed but happy, Angela rolled her eyes before wiping away her tears. She sent him another text: "If you stretch out my tank top, you have to buy me a new one!" Going back to the image of a sunglasses wearing Soldier 76 in her swoop top tank, she hit save. "I'm keeping this," she told the girls. "But I'm not sharing~!"

"But Angie! I have a mighty need!," DVa moaned, but didn't pry further. Instead, she leaned in to hug the blonde. "Congrats," she said with a smile. "I think you've found a keeper."