Desires of the Demon Cyborg

Rendezvous

Mercy smiled and waved at the team as they each exited the Orca, each doing the same after the completion of the flawless mission. It was a simple one, with minimal combat and more along the lines of data collection. There were a few dangerous moments, but in the end, they were still the best team in the world. At least that's what she liked to believe.

In any case, the angel let out a soft sigh of relief at the outcome of the mission. She spent some time tidying up the ship, tucking papers into folders and turning off data pads that were unneeded. After one last walk around the ship, she disembarked, thanking the crew working on minor repairs and refueling of the shuttle for the next mission that could happen at any time.

Though it definitely meant that she left much later than the others, it was not as if she really minded. She could always catch up to them in the dining hall where they had planned to rendezvous at after showering and doing whatever else they needed to do.

Angela was not one to desire too much alone time. She quickly headed to the locker room, a skip in her step as she looked around and smiled at the sight of the completely empty room there. As comfortable as her room was, it was rather far from the locker room that was located conveniently near the hangar. Since there was no one here, she'll gladly take the liberty of using the showers here and change so she could head to the dining hall right away.

Angela stretched languidly, her arms extending directly above her head. Her tight combat medic outfit pressed closely against her body, pushing up against her breasts to accentuate them even more than they already were. She pouted at the slight discomfort, lowering her arms to unclasp the proper places that would let her be free of the tight outfit.

As flattering as the outfit was (especially considering how Lena always complimented her while she wore it), it was definitely a bit tight on her. Sure the gloss of the pristine latex complemented her smooth facial complexion, bright eyes, and golden hair, with the close fit showed off her chest quite well, but at times it bothered her a bit. As sexy as she felt, it wasn't as if she wore it for anyone to see it for that purpose.

Well, with the exception of one man. Though he had not really seen her in it yet she supposed. She had not gone any missions with him as of yet, and he was not involved enough with Overwatch to come send them off on their missions. There were many pictures that had her in that outfit, though she wasn't exactly sure whether he had even looked at any of them let alone one with her in it.

However, she can still recall the way his eyes gazed at her in that way. Staring at her body with such an intimate and focused gaze, with so much hunger. He was the first and only one who showered her with such intense concentration and desire, it had made her feel an unimaginable sense of bliss.

She still felt guilty about it all but she couldn't help it. Angela had lived a rather sheltered life, after all, growing up to be a researcher. She had always been a student and focused on her studies. Never before had she experienced such strong emotions and desires directed toward herself.

She was proud of her virtue of being selfless, yet when she was given so much attention despite it being in a lustful manner, she couldn't help but want more. The way he traced his eyes over her body made her feel so wanted and beautiful, erasing any sense of insecurity that she could have ever felt.

These thoughts made her body heat up by some degree, a heat that could not be subsided with just water. Angela shook her head and opened her outfit, letting them slide off down her arms and onto the ground. A soft happy sigh was released as she felt her body lighten up and freed from the outfit. She really should request for an outfit readjustment, sacrificing her appearance appeal for comfort.