thedudeabides | I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL PISTOL-WHIP THE NEXT GUY WHO SAYS SHENANIGANS

[It's not often he gets a chance to relax like this.

Clinic rotations at Santa Fe General have been exhausting Angelo lately. He's not due back in Switzerland for a couple of months, but even so the locals are making the most of their time with him, handing him the cardiology problems nobody else can puzzle out.

It's the kind of work that leaves him drifting off to sleep in a rocking chair by the roaring fireplace as the sun sets over the mountains - blanket draped over his shoulders, flaxen locks strewn about his eyes, head tilted to one side as he drifts off to sleep to the sounds of...

...well, it sounds like Elvis, with his Nashville crooning filling the room. These streaming services are rather unpredictable these days - not that Angelo's in a position to complain.]

[ Ashe had always been a fan of the older classics in both music and films and she's been thoroughly enjoying listening to the radio this evening. While she doesn't care all that much about dancing and rarely gets the urge to, something about The King certainly sparks a sudden interest. Having been in the midst of making the two of them some tea, she decides very quickly that it can wait.

After flicking off the stove, she walks deliberately out of the kitchen and over to Angelo, noting immediately that he seems to already be dozing off. Really? How can he nap at a time like this? ]

Hey. Rise n’ shine, sugar. [ She reaches for his hands. Why, yes. She is shamelessly waking him up for the sole purpose of dancing to this one song. ] C’mon, dance with me.

[From the way Angelo starts awake as Ashe takes his hands in hers and brings him to his feet, you'd think he'd just gotten paged to a cardiac arrest. (It's been one of those days.)

The startled look eases he orients himself. He's back home, in his living room, and - well, the leader of the Deadlock Rebels herself has just invited him up for some slow-dancing to Elvis Presley himself. (He can't make out the number. He can make out the voice.)]

I didn't take you for a dancer, [he says, leading them off with slow two-step. His hands engulf hers, and there's still a hint of some of his sandalwood cologne that hasn't worn off quite yet.] You're full of surprises.

[ The way he startles doesn't surprise her, but the look on his face certainly does. A subtle hint of concern flickers across her expression until he seems to ease up and recognize where he is. Perhaps a gentler approach would be in order the next time she gets the urge to wake him up for whatever reason.

Though it’s been a while since she’s danced, this one is simple enough for her to fall into rhythm easily. She moves closer to him and places one hand on his shoulder, leaving the other in his hand, and looking all too pleased that he agreed to dance so easily. There were so many people who would be a might cross upon being woken up so suddenly. This is nice. Very nice.

Even if the song is a fairly depressing ballad. ]

They ain't always good surprises. You got lucky. [ She chuckles. ] I haven’t danced in long while. Ain’t too often I find a fella I want to dance with.

[ But, considering the company she keeps and the kind of people that she meets at whatever ramshackle bar she frequents with her boys, it's no wonder. At least Angelo is pleasant to be around overall. The only problem is those pretty blue eyes of his. Ashe can't quite help the way her gaze fixates on them, especially when they're this close. The sandalwood is also a nice. As for her, there's always a hint of gunsmoke intermingling with the soft scent of roses. ]

Rough day? [ With the way he startled, she can't help but ask. ]

Better now.

[That's all that needs saying, if you ask him.

He relaxes under her touch, letting the stiffness leave him as he sways in time with her. He's no fool - he knows his baby blues are heartbreakers, and he's happy to let Ashe look all she wants between those long, delicate lashes of his.]

See something you like?

[That's all the warning he gives before he gently dips her in time with the song, his own eyes tracing him the gentle curve of her jaw as he smiles.]

[ That’s not much of a answer, but she’s pleased to know that this is helping. ]

Good. Maybe we ought'a do this more often.

[ And then she finds herself being dipped when she hadn’t been expecting it. Excuse you, sir. That was not much of a warning. Not that she’s complaining, but it does earn him a fleeting look of surprise. She instinctively moves her arm around his neck to hold on a little tighter, while breathing a short laugh in response to his question. ]

Can’t help myself. Always been a sucker for pretty blue eyes like yours.

Be careful who you admit your weaknesses to.

[As he brings her up out of the dip, he moves his free hand down to her hip, holding her close as he gives leading her a shot. The fire crackles in its hearth, and as they pass by, heat radiates from it, providing them both with a touch of warmth. He dares to lean his forehead gently against hers and close his eyes, letting the minty freshness of his breath caress her cheek as he continues, savoring that gunsmoke/flower medley that is her trademark:]

I'll admit, I haven't seen many red eyes in my time. But yours-

[And now he opens his eyes again, allowing himself a cheeky little smile as the song slowly fades out into the next-]

-they're like rubies. They suit you.

[ An amused hum escapes her. ]

Well... Obviously, I ain't too worried about you.

[ The warmth of the fire pales in comparison to the warmth she feels growing in her chest. She still can’t decide if she loves or hates the fact that he has that kind of effect on her, but she certainly isn’t pushing him away. He’s kind, gentle, intelligent, sincere and passionate about what he does. Everything about him is admirable, and he’s weakness that she’s slowly beginning to accept (and she won’t likely ever tell him that).

When he pulls her back up, she leaves her arm wrapped securely around his neck, almost pressed against him when he’s already holding her close. There’s no resistance when he goes to lead her, and she only leans into his touch when he rests his forehead against hers, relishing in the closeness and affection. Meeting his gaze once he opens his eyes again – Ah, that’s such a nice smile – her own little half-smile grows fonder. ]

Huh. Can't say anyone's ever described them like that before. [ Pulling her arm back from around his neck, she cups his cheek and then leans in to press a kiss to the opposite one. Her voice softens a touch when she speaks again. ] You’re mighty sweet.

[The blush that comes to his cheek as Ashe kisses him is almost comical, like something you'd see on a Charlie Brown character instead of a grown man.]

Oh, I wouldn't say that, [he says, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.] It's simply something that comes with practice.

[A beat, as he decides whether or not to go for it:]

Like this.

[He closes his eyes and moves in slowly now, giving her forewarning, a chance to back away if she wants before his lips capture hers-]

[ Had she not pulled back just a little bit, she may have missed the way his face takes on that shade of red. Oh, how precious. She’ll have to log that away and then figure out just how easy it is to make him blush for future reference.

On top of that, the nuzzle against her cheek gets a soft chuckle out of her. She leaves her hand against his cheek, finally meeting his gaze with an arched eyebrow. ]

Practice?

[ And, before she even knows it, he’s leaning in toward her. Funny how she’s kissed her fair share of people in the past without the twinge of anticipation she’s feeling now. She could count the number of those who could make her heart race like this on two fingers. It’s both exquisite and terrifying, and she supposes that’s just how feelings are. But then, something about him made her learn to question less and trust more; allow things to be simple and uncomplicated. That's how it always felt with him. Why question a good thing?

After that initial realization, she doesn’t even hesitate to meet him halfway, her own eyes falling closed when their lips meet. The hand on his cheek slides back into his hair and her other hand shifts in his, intertwining their fingers. ]

[For the record? It's going to be very easy.

It's different but almost the same on his end. Ashe scorns most of the circles he moves in - upper-class Swiss are their own breed - and yet he can't help but feel that their kiss is every bit as natural as breathing. Something about her roguishness has gotten into him, rubbed off on him perhaps, and he can't help but feel that he's a different person now than when she first showed up on his doorstep months ago, burnt-out and having nightmares.

He lets himself breathe into the kiss, and the old tightness in his chest returns. Damn it all.

He pulls back with a reluctance you don't often see, his nose nuzzling against her own as that smile inches back across his lips.]

Honestly? [he says, bashfully.] I thought you'd slap me.

[ Feeling him breathe into the kiss almost sends a shiver down her spine. Almost. And then she’s just as reluctant to pull back, but she can’t really protest when he nuzzles her nose like that. She huffs a short laugh, meeting his gaze without even the faintest hint of shyness, though there is a subtle tint of pink to her cheeks that wasn’t there before. ]

Why would I ever do a thing like that? I ain't... that bad am I? You cut me deep, doc. [ She sighs dramatically and feigns a pout as she brushes those unruly bangs away from his face with her fingertips. Better to see those blue eyes of his. ] Just when I thought we was gettin' along so well...

[ A beat, and then she drops that act about as quickly as it began and winks at him. ]

You're cute. [ Chuckle. ] First of all, I don't slap. I punch. And you're a friend. One that's done a whole awful lot for me. You'd have to do somethin' I really didn't like.

[He enjoys the tint to her cheeks. For his part, he's got some too, and his heart beats just a little quicker as he matches her step for step, move for move. He can appreciate the rhythm, the beat to her steps as they go around the living room to the notes of the song.]

So if, say, I woke you up from a very nice nap, or talked over a movie you were trying to watch, or...

[A mischevious smile alights on his face, and he leans in to whisper in Ashe's ear in a conspiratorial tone.]

...stole your hat...

[He leans back with a smile, flicking his head to clear his eyes of some more bangs that've fallen from their place. The fading sunlight outside makes them look golden, if only for a moment.]

...I could make up for it with an exceptionally good kiss. [He arcs an eyebrow high, as though he doesn't doubt the veracity of his conclusion for a second.] Am I wrong?

[ Ashe’s smile widens at both his words and the mischievous smile on his face, and she can’t quite help but laugh when he leans in to whisper into her ear. It’s certainly turning out to be a delightful evening.

She hums, looking thoughtful for a few seconds as she acts as though she’s considering his questions. Meanwhile, the song that follows the first two only give them more reason to continue their slow dance in his living room, which is just fine when she doesn’t want to stop. ]

Sure, doc. [ She leans in close again, eyes narrowing on his. ] Though, if you steal my hat, you’d better be prepared to up your game or face the consequences.

[ Why, yes. That is a challenge. ]

[Oh?

Well then, Miss Ashe - challenge accepted.

He smiles as he leads her around the living room to the beat of the song, his grip in hers steady yet gentle. His steps are deceptively precise, and he hums softly, as though pondering something-

-before he quickly dips Ashe down low, his hand flitting out to something before he brings her back up. When she's upright, she'll see him adjusting her hat on his head.]

I think this rather suits me, [he says, running his finger over the brim.] Very, very fine-

[ It really isn’t all that difficult to tell that the good doctor is already plotting after that little challenge, and she’d be a little disappointed if he wasn’t. Hence, it’s inexcusable that she should be surprised when he suddenly dips her again, as evidenced by the way her breath catches in her throat. It’s those damn blue eyes of his. They’re very distracting.

With an indignant huff, she’s just about to comment when she notices that he’s up to something. She tilts her head back to see what he’s reaching for, already getting a feeling that she knows what it is. Those suspicions are confirmed the moment she's brought upright again, and her hat is being adjusted atop his head. But of course. Honestly, she has to pause and really take a good look for a moment, because it doesn’t look half bad on him. ]

Huh. Not bad at all. [ She lifts her hand from his shoulder and playfully flicks the brim of the hat so that it’s off-center. ] Maybe we ought’a getcha one of your own. Keep the sun out of those pretty eyes.

[As she flicks it off-center, Angelo pouts and re-adjusts it, a slight frown creasing his brow.] But I like this one. The fit, the way it sits on my head...

[The frown gives way to a cocky smile as he leans in, gently touching the brim to her naked forehead. Pretty eyes, hm? He'll work them, then, let her look into those baby blues as he slowly leads her around the room, let her have just another hint of his cologne...]

...the way you look when I steal it off of you...

Perfect fit, couldn't bear to part with it, huh? Y'know... Most people wouldn't dare steal anything from me.

[ It's quite the struggle not to give in to just how smitten she is with Angelo when he pouts like that and then turns it around to show that cocky little smile. Though, while she does a fair amount of looking into his eyes, her expression doesn't betray her. Her head tips to the side and she hums thoughtfully as she waits for them to reach the nearest wall.

Once they get there, she pulls her hand out of his and pushes him back against it, causing the hat to tip back. One hand flat against his chest, she presses in against him, lifting the other one to lightly tap his chin with her fingertip. Personal space? What's that? ]

So... Now that you have, whatcha gonna do to keep it? Hmm?

You have a plan?

[Ignore the suave icon - as Ashe pushes him back against the wall, Angelo lets out a soft yelp as his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and his lips purse. No doubt she'll feel his heart hammering in his chest (beneath what feels like a solid layer of muscle, to boot - the doc's no stranger to a gym).

His fair alpine complexion didn't hide his blush before, and certainly doesn't hide it now. It spreads across his cheeks like an unfurling flag, and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.] I have a few ideas.

[He doesn't have a goddamn clue.

Well, maybe one.

Quick as a flash, one hand goes up to snatch her hat off of his head and hold it up out of her reach. At the same time, to pre-empt a reaction, one arm goes down to wrap around her back, and he goes on the attack, diving in as he aims his lips squarely at hers until-

-well. Mission accomplished.]

[ Pushing Angelo up against the wall made two things very apparent: 1. He has a very nice chest, even though his heart does feel like it’s trying to escape it. 2. Getting him to blush is not difficult. Doctor Ziegler is likely going to have a bad time in that regard. Using this newfound power against him sparingly is going to be a challenge.

While she feels the laughter brewing in her chest, she manages to only allow a chuckle, looking a little too pleased for her own damn good. ]

Ooh, this ought'a be good.

[ Holding her hat up to where she can't reach would only be so effective, but that kiss definitely distracts her before she can even think to try anything else. For a few seconds, at least. She breathes a soft laugh against his lips and then leans up on her toes to deepen in, the hand on his chest moving up to his shoulder and then she wraps that arm around his neck. Of course, this only makes it easier for her to reach up with her free hand, her touch feather-light against his arm as she ghosts her fingers up its length toward his hand. When she can’t quite reach it, she decides that pinning his wrist to the wall is the next best thing, fingers curling around it tightly.

Multitasking. ]

[With Angelo coming in at a little over six feet and with the reach to match, it's going to be difficult for Ashe to reach all the way up unless she can get fully up and off the ground. He hums into her mouth, inclining his head ever-so-slightly as he slowly breaks off the kiss, panting for air.

He looks to where she has his wrist pinned. Then looks back to her, that cocky smile back in full force.]

Oh, that's a shame. So close, and yet...

[ Ashe is not a short woman, but she's still a good few inches from six feet. Reaching his hand is going to be impossible unless she jumps or literally climbs up him, which is never a very efficient method of attack. No. She has something else in mind, something possibly a little more dangerous when it's been a long time that she's had to hold back so not to harm the other party involved. When she and her boys trained, she didn't go easy on them and they didn't go easy on her.

Once the kiss breaks, her eyes flutter open to meet his as she takes in a breath of air that she hadn't even realized she'd needed so badly. She's got it that bad, huh? Damn. ]

So close, indeed.

[ Her response is spoken slowly, deliberately and the wheels in her head are so obviously turning as she slides her hand down his arm and to his shoulder. Still pressed up against him, she doesn't even bother putting any space between them as she rests her hands on his shoulders and then slides them forward onto the collar of his shirt. ]

What ever is a girl to do?

[ She lets that question hang for a moment, feigning an overly dramatic pout and even looking a little bit resigned. And then, far too suddenly, she takes him down. She grabs two fistfuls of his collar, holding him close and tight as she jerks him back a few steps, whirls him around and then sweeps his legs before lowering him onto his back on the floor. No need to give the poor doctor a concussion when they're just flirting.

Straddling his hips, she huffs a little breath from the effort and presses her palm down against his shoulder, leaning in close with a smug smirk. ]

I'll take that.

[ Plucking the hat away from him, she places it back onto her own head. ]

Now what, doc? Was this in your plan?

[Angelo can't react before she gets him on the ground. He's unhurt, but only through Ashe's finesse - he's certainly gotten the wind knocked out of him, though. He can still feel his heart thumping in his chest as he looks up at her, his pupils dilating as he takes her all in. If she's got it bad, he's got it worse.]

No, but-

[If his chest is nice, so is the rest of him. She'll undoubtedly feel the solidness in his legs and abs, as she climbs up his supine form and plucks the hat from his head. His hands go to rest on her hips, more out of instinct than anything else as he catches his breath.]

-I can't say I have any complaints.

[There's a hardness in another place, too - one that'd be hard for Ashe not to feel as she straddles him. Maybe he even tries to stifle his groan/gasp or two as she gets situated.

Yeah. He's got it worse. A lot worse.]

[ Oh.

She can’t even remember the last time someone looked at her like that and even if they did, it certainly didn’t send a chill up her spine and make her feel absolutely weak all at once. That, combined with his hands against her hips, and how she can feel him underneath her, and the way his breath seems to catch oh so subtly gets her own heart pounding a little harder than it already was.

She had a hard enough time just kissing Angelo and not completely melting like a smitten teenage girl.

Despite that little shiver and the way her cheeks have lit up pink again, she does a great job playing it just as cool and confident as usual. Placing her hand against the floor instead of on his shoulder, she reaches up to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear as she leans in to nuzzle his nose with her own. ]

None at all? [ She chuckles softly. Tilting his chin up with her fingertips, she brushes her lips teasingly against his. ] Good. Neither do I.

[He has to take a second to get himself under control, to stop his heart from racing and his chest from heaving. But he manages well enough, and soon enough he's beaming back up at her with that same beatific smile that's graced the covers of so many magazines.]

None- [he can't quite suppress a gasp of pleasure as she adjusts herself atop him] -at all.

[He pauses, pretends to think.] Well. Maybe one.

[If Ashe can act quickly, so can he. He pivots his hips quickly, rolling them so that before Ashe can blink she's on her back and he's atop her. Just as she had to brush some bangs behind her ears, so does he as he beams down at her like an angel from on high.]

There, [he says, his Swiss accent honeying his words as he nuzzles back. His cologne is fading but still there - a hint of sandalwood wafts from his neck, right where it counts.] I like this much better, don't you?

[ Oops. Making things a little difficult for him, is she? That’s all well and good when he’s not making things any better for her. In fact, she’s just going to-

Erp!

-make a little noise out of both surprise and protest as she becomes acutely aware that the tables have been turned. Now, she’s flat on her back, arms splayed on the floor next to her head and eyes just as wide as Angelo’s were because how on earth is this man human? Backlit the way he is, he really does look angelic, but that alone isn’t enough, oh no. Of course, he’s also gotta smile his perfect smile, looking almost picturesque, the soft smell of his cologne already forcing her to commit this very moment to memory. What better way to miss him when he’s gone? ]

No. I do not. [ She replies with such halfhearted indignance, that it probably couldn’t even be called that. ] You’ve got no business smilin’ like that, sir. Makes a girl feel awful dizzy. You goin’ around breakin’ hearts instead of fixin’ them?

[ She huffs, yet her gaze softens just a touch as she lifts one hand to gently touch his cheek; an astounding contrast compared to how she just about manhandled him to the ground. ] Shame on you. [ Sliding her hand back to the back of his head and into his hair, she tugs him closer and leans up just enough to kiss him again, her other arm moving to hook around his shoulder. She holds onto him tightly, as though it were the last time. ]

[A sincere-looking pout creasing his lips and brow as Ashe protests.] Breaking hearts? Me? I'll have you know I take my Hippocratic oath very seriously.

[Profile pieces on Angelo are a dime a dozen. Since the formation of Overwatch, and even long after it fell, there have always been magazines eager to land an interview or coverpiece with the boy wonder of Overwatch. There's been enough of them that the general public has been able to construct an image of Angelo they think jives with the facts, but there are a couple of things the profiles can't touch on.

Like how his eyes soften as he looks into Ashe's, healer's eyes on the lookout for any pain he might soothe, any wounds he might bind. The way his arms, wiry and muscled, wrap around her back so that there's hardly an atom of space between their bodies. The positively solid feel of his body against hers, the way his chest hums against her own as he closes his eyes and moans into the kiss. The way when he pulls back, his eyes are ever-so-slightly lidded with lust and need for her. The way he slowly bucks his hips like a wave to let her feel his arousal, in case she had the slightest doubt.]

So you say you're dizzy, hm? [he teases.] A little lightheaded? [His eyes alight with mischief as he moves down to her neck, eyes looking up into her own.] Then as a doctor, I must insist on rehydration, bed rest, and proper...

[Smooch.]

medical...

[Another smooch, further up.]

supervision.

[This one right on her lips, timed with another slow buck of his hips that gives him the audacity to moan, long and loud, right into her mouth.]

[ Admitting to herself that she trusts him enough to let him touch her, hold her like this and even let him in to a varying degree is terrifying, yet at the very same time, a relief. Which both is and isn’t a surprise, when she’d had a soft spot for him since the day they met: the first and last time she ever aimed the barrel of her rifle at his face. While her endeavors differed greatly from his, she didn’t hate what he did. There was raw passion and ambition in his work, he was also gentle, genuine, and vastly different than any doctor she’d ever met. That day on, seeing his smiling face made her hate looking at the old Overwatch posters a little less.

Here they are years later in a place she’d never have guessed they’d be and, as always, he has a very strong effect on her. Something she's finally come to accept.

Arching against him, her fingers curl into his shirt, her other hand curling into his hair, tugging hard when he bucks against her. A sharp gasp escapes her and then her voice decides to take a road trip, because aside from the increase in her respirations, she doesn’t make nearly as much noise. All of that on top of the feeling of his body pressed against her own has her feeling overheated in no time. Clothes were always an inconvenience at a time like this, especially when she does not want to break away.

Those teasing words take her just a moment longer to process when she’s already feeling as though her mind is short-circuiting in the midst of a blazing fire. Her cheeks are flushed redder, her gaze a touch dazed as she meets his eyes with a slightly furrowed brow until her mind clears up just enough for conscious thought and her voice to return to her. She lets out a breathless little laugh and then hums softly at those kisses to her neck, goosebumps spreading across her fair skin.

Before she can say anything in response, he has efficiently shut her down again. She tightens her hand in his hair again, breathing shakily against his mouth when he moans into hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she grinds up against him a little more insistently, breaking the kiss and moaning softly in reaction. ]

Mmph. [ She takes his lower lip in between her teeth, tugging it just a bit before releasing it and kissing him again briefly. ] Good suggestions, but I don’t take orders too well.

[ And then a little nip to his jaw. ]

You gonna make me?

[There's a persona that the TV shows and Overwatch liked to construct for Angelo, a goody-two-shoes, do-no-harm type who always does the right thing, resolves ten different conflicts before breakfast, and would never hurt a fly. And it's not a total fabrication - just look at the shelf full of humanitarian awards and charity spotlights he's eared.

But nobody's ever seen him revved up like this. Nobody's ever seen him with his dander up like Ashe can make it, and certainly nobody's ever heard his soft, gentle voice take a turn for the rough and guttural like it does now as his muscles wrap around her like iron bands, fingers flying over the buttons to her shirt.]

Verdammte scheiße- [yup that's right, not one but two Big Swears as he grinds his teeth and growls right into her ear] -you're a right little brat when you want to be, aren't you? Fine-

[There's a different look in his eyes as he wraps his arms around her and rolls up to his knees. As Ashe sits on his waist, she'll see that there's something primal in there, something purely animal. The good doctor has left the building, and what's taken his place-

-well. It's going to be one wild night.]

-let's go get you all tuckered out.

[ For the few seconds that it takes for Angelo to speak and pull her up, she’s fairly certain that she’s being held by someone else entirely. Her brow furrows in confusion that she doesn’t even try to hide, her eyes wide in surprise as she stares at him, dumbfounded.

Wait, what?

She knows a small bit of German, and even if she didn’t, those curses are pretty widely known to most idiot teenagers who wanted to curse in another language. What she can’t get her head wrapped around is the fact that Angelo just cursed at her. Did this sweet, sensitive angel of a man also just become the devil, growl at her, issue her a challenge and call her out within the span of a few seconds? ]

[ Oh. Well, alright, then. If rough and wild is the game he wants to play, then she’ll be more than happy to serve him a hefty portion of exactly what he’s asking for. She grabs a fistful of his hair again and gives his head a rough yank back to meet his gaze.

That confusion fades into an expression that can only be described as wicked, her eyes narrowing on his defiantly. However, she makes absolutely no move to stop his hand from moving to her shirt. She isn’t the least bit body shy and they certainly won’t need their clothes soon. In fact, she shrugs out of it no soon does the last button come undone, letting it fall away from her shoulders and slide down her arms to the floor behind her. ]

Well, now… You’re just full of surprises. [ Her words are low, silky-smooth, almost a purr. Resting her hands against his shoulders she unhooks her legs from around his waist and moves to get up, shoving him back a little harder than necessary. ] You go right on and try me, doc. [ She cracks her knuckles. It is definitely going to be a wild night. ] I’ll show you just how much of a brat I can be.

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