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Hana was laying on her back, playing a random rhythm game and nodding her head to the music that played from a speaker on the bedside table, when a sudden string of hushed Japanese profanities caused her to glance up from her phone, raising an eyebrow at the bathroom door. Her girlfriend, Kiriko, had been in there for an absurd amount of time, applying, angrily wiping off and reapplying her eyeliner. Every few minutes another stream of not-so-pleasant phrases would be grumbled out, understandable to even those who didn’t know the language. Call her a hypocrite, but Kiriko could be such a perfectionist in the most random of situations - she refused to leave her apartment if her eyeliner wasn’t perfectly symmetrical. At least, she’d try, until Hana would inevitably get impatient and drag her out.
Unfortunately, no dragging would be taking place this time, as the two were waiting on Lena and Brigitte to arrive. They had a concert to get to, after all. A LE SSERAFIM concert no less, and they would not be late over some makeup. Hana thinks she’d explode if they didn’t get the front row in the VIP section.
So, when another colourful phrase was spat out by her oh-so-kind girlfriend, Hana rolled her eyes and tossed her phone down onto Kiriko’s bed. Hell, she wasn’t even completely ready yet since the mirror was being hogged; still needing to sort out her own makeup, jewellery, etc. Hana sat up, stretching her arms above her head until she heard the satisfying pop of her joints.
“Babe, come here.”
“No, I’m almost-” An irritated sound comes from the bathroom, and a clatter of what Hana assumed was the poor eyeliner tube being launched into the sink for the fifth time that night. Hana pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a deep sigh, both amused and hinting at the beginnings of annoyance.
“Kiriko, come here and let me do it for you.” Hana leaned back on her hands, looking at the door expectantly. No response, but Hana knew how to recognise an embarrassed silence. A small smile curled at her lips and she tilted her head to the side.
“Please?”
After a moment, her girlfriend shuffled out of the bathroom, sheepish smile on her face and cheeks red from a mix of embarrassment and from the repeated removal of makeup. Hana wasn’t solely focused on this, though; she hadn’t actually seen Kiriko yet that evening - she was in the bathroom when Hana unlocked the door with her spare key, right up until that moment, and she was stunning.
Her hair was meticulously dyed into separate colours; a deep, royal purple and a rich, golden yellow, all tied back with two bands, but leaving enough strands free to frame her face beautifully. Thick silver hoops adorned her ears, along with other miscellaneous silver piercings, such as matching helixes, and a thin hoop encircling the right of her bottom lip. The white cropped long-sleeve shirt she wore showed off her strong shoulders and the soft edges of her clavicle. The sleeves hugged her firm arms, and the material was intricately detailed with purple lights. Matching headphones sat comfortably around her neck, beneath them a plain black choker, and similar gloves were carelessly tossed onto her bed. Hana’s lips were parted slightly in shock, unspeaking as she took in the woman she loved so dearly. Two black bands that matched the choker wrapped the underside of her ribs in a cross shape, accentuating the curve of her waist as it joined into her hips. High rise blue denim hung there, jean shorts that ended high on her thighs.
The longer Hana stared, the sharper the smirk on Kiriko’s face got, albeit betrayed by the deepening blush on her cheeks. In the midst of Hana’s trance, Kiriko had moved closer, now standing a foot or two away. Her arms were crossed across her chest, an eyebrow raised. Hana just gaped at her. Kiriko giggled, spinning the tube of eyeliner around in her fingers and holding it up in Hana’s line of sight.
“So…?”
Hana blinked.
“Shit.”
Kiriko laughed properly, a full sound, and Hana followed suit, giggling, reaching out to grab Kiriko’s hands. Hana pulled her closer, until she was stood between her legs, smiling giddily up at her partner.
“You’re gorgeous, Kiri.”
Kiriko smiled bashfully, but was unable to resist a sarcastic comment.
“It’d be better if I had that stupid liner.”
Hana scoffed, still grinning. Her fingers traced aimless shapes on the inside of her girlfriend’s wrists.
“Keep that tone and I won’t help you.”
The taller playfully rolled her eyes, tugging on Hana’s hands to pull her to her feet. There might only be a few inches of difference in their height, but Hana loved having to look up at the other, and the fact that she herself was the perfect height to bury her face into the juncture of the taller’s neck. Sturdy arms slipped around her waist, hands linking at the base of her spine. Hana hummed, pressing a few gentle kisses at the corner of Kiriko’s jaw. Leaning into the touch, Kiriko’s hands slid across the exposed expanse of Hana’s stomach, as if committing the area to memory. A soft mutter against the shorter’s temple, followed up by the featherlight brush of lips against the skin:
“Not looking too bad yourself, babe.”
Hana felt Kiriko’s lips curl into a soft smile against her skin, when the music playing from the speaker changed into an all too familiar tune. Flash Forward was a special song to the pair - Kiriko had parked her car in a small alcove on a countryside road, almost two years prior now, in order for them to watch a sunset together. They’d sat on the hood for hours, holding hands and unable to look at each other like teenage sweethearts, until the last slithers of sunlight disappeared below the horizon line. That was the same night that they’d shared their first kiss, and Flash Forward had been playing quietly from the car’s radio. Both women had become quite sentimental towards the song ever since, even if it was a painful reminder of the sweet, completely inexperienced romantic that Kiriko used to be (and still mostly was). Sunset? Laying on the hood, love songs playing? Hana found it endearing how, in her personal words, cringe Kiriko could be when it came to romance. Sue her, it was cute.
Hana felt the arms around her waist move until the taller’s hands rested lightly on her hips. She looked up, a smile of her own appearing as she saw how her partner looked almost shy. Kiriko could go from confident flirt to shy in seconds.
“..Dance?”
I know it’s you, the brilliant blue light
We opened the door, door of the future, yeah
Let’s act a fool, fearlessly do it
In the movie mood, yeah, both laughing and crying
The shorter giggled and wrapped her arms around the other’s neck. “Show me what you’ve got, baby.”
You, ooh-ooh, got me, got me, got me goin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, being with you, I’m unstoppable
(Unstoppable) It’s not impossible, come here with me (Impossible)
Kiriko pulled her closer, starting off with a couple hesitant steps and sways, body rigid and hands holding onto Hana tightly. Hana had seen Kiriko’s dancing skills a few times before, and they were, in simple terms: horrific. She could be pretty decent if Hana led her, though. But she had full intention of watching Kiriko fumble at least a little bit. That didn’t stop her from admiring the beauty of the woman - her woman - however. The brunette seriously couldn't find a single flaw; everything from the shade of her lips, the almost ever-present crease between her brow from years of stress and worry, or how her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled - it was all perfect. The muscles of her neck as they tensed and relaxed with each movement, the slope of the juncture that connected it and her shoulders. Those shoulders.
I’ma make a move like a sleigh, go (Ayy; Woah)
Started to fearlessly fall in love
Head, shoulders, knees, your eyes, lips, mouth
(Ayy; Woah)
I want everything about you to fall out for good
Kiriko began to relax, their movements becoming more natural and instinct-led. Nothing else mattered, aside from that moment, and they were revelling in it. A pair of strong hands grasped slightly smaller ones, holding the shorter upright as she span, guiding her arms above her head. They were both laughing, melodies that moulded together in the air like they were made to intermingle - the lower chuckle and the higher giggle created a perfect harmony.
Talking ‘bout you, talking ‘bout us
And talking ‘bout you and I, you and I-I
You and I, you and about you, talking ‘bout us
And talking ‘bout you and I, you and I-I
You and I, you and I-I
Hana pulled Kiriko towards her, the latter stumbling slightly and almost losing her balance (another thing Hana wouldn’t let her live down). The former laughed more, pressing her face into Kiriko’s sternum to muffle her mirth. Out of sight, the taller’s face burned in embarrassment, but her arms wrapped around her partner nonetheless, still swaying to the tune. They spun and danced around the room through the chorus, eyes locked onto each other, with no other thoughts outside their love for one another. Hana led Kiriko’s movements, not taking her eyes off of her partner for a single second; starstruck.
This love is like a game, the end is unknown
That’s it, that’s it, no problem
That’s it, that’s it, no problem
Yep, I’m not afraid (Afraid) wanna venture harder
That’s it, that’s it, no problem
That’s it, that’s it, no problem
Kiriko, still wanting to impress Hana, decided to attempt to guide the latter into a dip. One arm kept wrapped around Hana’s waist, and the other intertwining their fingers, she carefully lowered her partner down. Hana’s eyes widened slightly, cheeks flaring red, but she leant back into the movement, trusting that Kiriko would hold her up. Kiriko followed her down, leaning forward and staring, breath held, at the insanely gorgeous woman in her arms. She had her arms around Kiriko’s neck still, head tilted back and eyes closed with a flustered smile on her lips. When Hana opened her eyes and looked up at her, Kiriko’s jaw went slack. She thanked her lucky stars that she was able to see the physical manifestation of perfection in her day to day life. Her eyes were filled with love, joy, amusement - you name it.
“Hana.. you’re so beautiful.” Her voice was so soft, barely audible, and entirely genuine.
They both stared at each other, unwilling to break the emotional atmosphere between them.
You and I, you and I-I
With an amused huff (and an undeniably more intense flush to her cheeks), Hana wriggled out of the other’s hold once she had been lifted up. She spun them around, pressed a hand to Kiriko’s chest and pushed her down onto the bed. She stood at the edge, hands on her hips. While she’d rather continue dancing, or being close to Kiriko in general, Lena and Brigitte would be at their door at any moment. So, if she wanted help with her eyeliner, it’d have to be quick.
“Flattery won’t get you out of this. If you want help, then shut that pretty mouth of yours.” Her grin became crooked. “Plus, I know you love it. Messing it up on purpose, weren’t you? The eyeliner and the dancing.”
Kiriko flushed deeply, being caught red handed. It did take a few tries to get her eyeliner right sometimes, but it was never impossible. She had the steadiest hands out of her friends after all, but there was nothing she loved more than Hana Song helping her with.. well, anything. Hana was gentle, always making sure that everything was flawless, and it was adorable to watch her brows furrow and tongue stick out in concentration. Even if she saw through Kiriko’s plan every single time, like she just had. And the dancing? That.. wasn’t on purpose. She was always an awful dancer. The dip was good, though! Give her credit where it was due.
She simply shrugged, a smug smile curving easily on her lips, shooting a wink at her partner.
Hana snatched the eyeliner tube from where Kiriko had dropped it onto the bed during her fall. She climbed onto the bed, knees planted on either side of the other’s hips. Sitting back on Kiriko’s thighs, she tapped the taller’s stomach with the plastic tube and glanced up to meet her eyes.
“Sit up.”
The spirit wielder didn’t need to be asked twice, pushing herself up onto her elbows and pausing for a moment to take in the sight of Hana sitting atop her. She only got an unimpressed, but amused, look in response. Kiriko sat up fully, her hands instinctively falling to rest on the shorter’s hips. Nodding in satisfaction, Hana shuffled closer, one hand sliding up Kiriko’s neck and cupping her cheek. Absent-mindedly, her thumb brushed the soft skin under the other’s eye carefully, getting a kiss to her palm in response. She pulled the cap off of the tube with her teeth and got to work.
The taller’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of slow, methodical strokes from the brush, humming in contentment. Her thumbs pressed into the skin of Hana’s waist, nails lightly dragging across the pale skin. Hana smiled, heart beating quicker not only due to their proximity, but just out of deep-set love. Often, Kiriko hated people touching or getting too close to her outside of her vision, sometimes struggling with trust issues - spending years as a vigilante would, naturally, do that to someone. But she trusted Hana.
That was enough to make Hana’s heart swell with joy and overwhelming adoration.
Her cheeks were beginning to hurt from how hard she was smiling, and Kiriko continued to sit there, oblivious. Hana pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Kiriko’s nose, earning her a low chuckle from the woman beneath her. She continued applying the eyeliner, almost finished with the first eye. Fully concentrated now, tongue poking her cheek, Hana was almost unaware of her partner’s straying hands.
When she glanced down, Kiriko’s hands had slid lower, now holding the underside of her thighs. Her hand faltered, the eyeliner brush pressing a stray line to the taller’s cheek. Looking back up to assess the damage, Hana froze, breath caught in her throat. In her split second of distraction, her partner’s eyes had cracked open minutely, deep brown pools focused solely on Hana, slightly hazy from an unnamed emotion or feeling. She swore there were miniscule wisps of teal light curling in those irises, but when she blinked they were gone. There was no easy smirk now, instead barely parted lips. Hana wouldn't dare breathe, rather choosing to lean closer, both hands now cupping Kiriko’s face. The hands under her thighs tugged her impossibly closer, and the cold metal of rings and bracelets digging into her skin sent a shiver up her spine.
Hana carefully wiped the wobbly line of makeup from the other’s skin with her thumb. It was intensely intimate - neither uttering a word, so invested in and utterly enamoured by the presence of one another. Her other hand moved to hold Kiriko’s jaw, tilting her head up a little more. She watched as the other’s eyes darkened a fraction, eyebrows twitching almost unnoticeably, the persistent blush on her cheeks deepening; grip on Hana’s thighs tightening.
They were close, unbelievably so, barely a few millimetres between their lips - and they felt like they were on fire.
The most delicate brush of skin, a definitive promise of more -
Interrupted by fast and ludicrously obnoxious knocking on the door.
Kiriko’s hands withdrew from Hana’s thighs like she’d been burned, leaning back with wide eyes and a clear expression of exasperation. Hana sympathised, that was getting good. She stood, reluctantly removing herself from her partner, but not without a teasing peck on the cheek, of course.
The shorter turned, walking to the door to let their friends in. She stops just short of the entrance, giggling softly and looking over her shoulder.
“Your eyeliner looks great, by the way.”
Kiriko groaned, falling back to sprawl out across her bed. She pressed a hand to her forehead, willing the heat to drain from her face before Lena would inevitably ask questions. That woman knew everything. It was impossible to fool her.
The door opened, in barrelling two overly-excited women with a crazy height difference - Lena Oxton and Brigitte Lindholm. Two of the loudest individuals to ever grace the Earth.
Hana sighed, trudging towards the bathroom after greeting the pair. “At least the bathroom’s free.”
Kiriko opened her eyes to see Brigitte leaning over her, with a barely restrained smile on her lips, as if she was holding in a laugh.
“Looking rough there, Kiri. You alright?”
The woman in question let out a sharp laugh, hands running down her face (of course, avoiding Hana’s handiwork), both genuinely amused and extremely disappointed at the recent intrusion. “Never better, Lindholm. I think my heater might be broken.”
Across the room, Lena leaned against the kitchen island, watching the interaction with a raised brow. She blew her hair out of her eyes and looked towards the half-open bathroom door, then shook her head with a smile. They weren’t even trying to hide it.
The two younger Overwatch members hadn’t announced or told anyone about their relationship, but if they were trying to be secretive to any degree, then they were failing horribly. Lena was almost completely sure that everyone back in Gibraltar knew, at least to some extent. If they weren’t physically together, they were on their phones, giggling with tell-tale lovesick expressions, or talking to anyone about how amazing the other was.
Kiriko pushed herself off the bed, straightening her clothes out. She grabbed the gloves she’d cast aside, quickly pulling them on, and doing the same with her beanie. After checking herself in the mirror, she turned to watch her partner applying her lipstick in the bathroom.
Kiriko smirked, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms across her chest. She’d indulge herself in a little more admiring of Hana Song before their group partied.