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Freja could remember hearing a lot of things about Overwatch before she joined. The last thing that she had ever expected to be true was the organization's hookup culture. It made sense for there to be couples, and perhaps a bit of fraternizing between agents here and there. What she hadn't expected was for it to be run so rampantly between everyone.
Some of the couples made sense. There wasn't a clearer picture of love between two people than Ana and Reinhardt, Freja was sure of it. The tension behind Dr. Ziegler and Dr. O'Deorain's fights was more than just a little sexually charged to say the least. According to a handful of people, Dr. Ziegler had been with her fair share of agents since joining Overwatch, but Freja wasn't sure that was her business.
Freja didn't care to find someone for a relationship or relations, but someone seemed to find her. She couldn't complain, not when Emre was proving himself to be more than just a potential bedmate. He didn't ever seem to push her, even when Freja wanted him to. He was perfect and patient, and Freja was just about ready to rip his clothes off because of it. And Freja was certain that it was more than just her hormones talking.
A day spent in the gym was exhausting work, but Freja's body craved something more. Normally, she could barely move after a full day of conditioning, but the more her thoughts drifted to Emre, the worse her restlessness got. A walk should have been the very thing to do the trick, but Freja only made it to her door before the object of her desires was literally standing in front of her.
"Emre, what are you doing here?" Freja forced herself to keep her eyes level with his. It was hard work as his shirt clung to his chest and shoulders. Overwatch had no shortage of men in good physical condition, but something about Emre really stood out to Freja. She couldn't keep his body out of her thoughts, which was not doing her libido any favors at all.
"I was thinking about you. Strike team has been busy, and I felt bad for not having any time for you, Frej. If you're headed out, I can come back later," Emre offered. Freja shook her head as she stepped aside to let him in. She leaned against the door as Emre sat down on her couch. It was nothing special, just the one that had come issued with her room when Overwatch instated her as a full-time Search and Rescue agent. Everybody was certain that if Freja kept on her path, she'd be the head of the unit before the end of the year.
"I'm happy you're here. Things felt awkward after Cassidy's birthday." Freja felt her cheeks heat up as she brought up their kiss. It was nothing really, something to be explained away by alcohol and the heat of dancing together all night. She had hooked up with people before while doing far less throughout the night, and they hadn't been as attractive as Emre. "I know we said that it didn't need to be brought up again, but I don't want to forget about it."
"You don't want me. Everybody with eyes is interested in you. I thought you always went for the bad boys. I'm a little straight-laced for you," Emre said. Freja scoffed at that. They had both been a little troublesome when they had been younger. Emre cleaned his act up well, but she kenw that there was a wild streak hidden deep within him. Just like Freja had put herself on the straight and narrow for the opportunity Overwatch awarded her.
"Well, I don't want everybody with eyes. I want you, and I think that should mean something. Unless of course, you don't want me..." Freja trailed off, a somewhat dejected look in her eyes. Emre quickly stood up and walked over to her. Freja let him tuck his fingers beneath her chin to force her to look up at him. "If you want me too, then there's no reason that we don't let ourselves have this. It felt like you wanted me when you kissed me."
"I won't be here forever, especially if things keep going the way they are. I don't like the way Overwatch works now, it's different. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"If you go, I'll go with you," Freja told him. Emre's mouth twitched as he fought the smile creeping up on him. He didn't want Freja to just blindly follow him, but the fact that she was willing to sparked something inside of him.
"You say that now, but I don't know if I'll live up to everything you think of me. I've heard some of that girls' night chatter," Emre teased.
"Well it sounds like we'll just have to find out together," Freja taunted. Emre took the bait before he realized it as his hand shifted for his thumb to rub against Freja's bottom lip. She opened her mouth slightly, just enough to take his thumb between her lips. Emre's breath twitched as her thumb swiped against the tip of his thumb. He had a flash of a thought about her tongue swiping against something else, but quickly shook the thought from his head.
"If you keep this up, I'll be the one following you around," Emre muttered under his breath. Freja moved in quickly, but Emre could still see the smirk on her lips. He had been thinking of their kiss for weeks since it happened, and the softness of Freja's lips was even better than he remembered. What had been a peck then was deep and passionate now. This wasn't a one off kiss to end the night, it was an invitation for more that Emre was happily accepting.
Freja's hands snaked around Emre's neck as she hopped into his arms. He caught her with ease and moved the two of them back into Freja's bedroom. The room was put together neatly like a soldier's. Emre didn't have a chance to look around much with Freja's body in front of him. His attention was immediately captivated when the woman pulled her sweatshirt off of her body.
Emre stared at Freja as if she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Freja felt her cheeks heat up under the intensity of his gaze, but she forced herself to at least look like she was calm. Emre swallowed as he gingerly reached a hand out, one that Freja grabbed and placed just beneath her sports bra. Emre's other hand came up to join his first before both hands were moving up to push Freja's bra over her breasts.
"You're so perfect," Emre muttered as he pressed his face between her breasts. Freja pulled her bra up and off the rest of the way as Emre's mouth pressed kiss after kiss to her breasts. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words died on her tongue as Emre's fingers pinched her nipples. Freja felt her resolve crumble as she started to push her hips against Emre's.
Freja felt desperate as her fingers threaded in Emre's hair, tugging gently to keep him at her breasts. Emre couldn't find it in him to complain. Freja could have smothered him, and Emre only would have been able to mumble his thanks with his dying breath. Freja's desperation was shared by Emre, a thought that Freja was forced to let take over the forefront of her mind as she felt his erection press against her. It was somewhat subtle at first, just a brush of something as they rearranged to get more comfortable, but as Emre's body rested against hers, Freja found herself unable to ignore it.
"Take it all off for me," Freja told him. There was no question, only a somewhat gentle command. Emre did as he was told, even if he was reluctant to pull away from her body. Freja didn't leave him bare by himself. She kicked away her pants with more grace than Emre had been able to remove anything of his own with. She laid back against her own bed in her underwear as Emre stood in front of her with his hands covering his cock. "I want to see you, all of you."
"You're not naked," Emre pointed out.
"I thought you'd want to take them off. If I was wrong I guess I can do it myself," Freja said wistfully. She moved to take her underwear off, but Emre stopped her. She smirked as he pushed her hands back before pinning them above her head. There was nothing hiding him now, and Freja shamelessly her eyes drag all the way up and down his body. "You're bigger than I expected."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Emre chuckled. Freja briefly let her eyes flick back up to look at his face before she settled back down his chest. "My eyes are up here."
"So are mine," Freja teased. Emre slotted his thigh between hers and was immediately met with heat. Emre knew that she was wet, but he wasn't finished with her just yet. He wanted to touch and feel every inch of her if Freja would let him. Her skin felt so soft against his, and Emre considered never leaving Freja's bedside unless it was absolutely necessary. He doubted that Freja would have much of an objection, especially if he promised to make it worth her while.
Emre pressed his thigh against Freja's core just enough to prompt her to rock against it. He had hoped to work her up a bit more, but instead found himself holding his breath as she brushed against his cock. He didn't have the layers of fabric to hide against now, and Freja could surely feel the precum leaking from his tip as she moved against him. If she did, Freja didn't say anything teasing as she grabbed onto the base of his cock and slowly stroked her hand along his length.
"Fuck, Frej don't stop," Emre breathed out. He felt her lips move to a smirk as she pressed her face against his neck. The gentle press of her lips against his neck turned to more as she began to purposefully leave marks on his skin. Emre opened his mouth to call her out on it, but Freja stopped that with a gentle brush of her thumb over his tip. Freja seemed to know exactly where and how to touch him, and Emre found himself aching to be inside of her. "Please, I want more. I can't handle this."
"But you're so pretty whimpering for me like this. I'm having so much fun watching you fuck my hand like a good boy." Freja pouted at Emre. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, and Emre knew that he was too far gone to argue. He didn't know what he had done to be treated like this, or whether it was a punishment or reward. All Emre knew was that Freja's hand felt heavenly wrapped around his cock and that the wet spot on his thigh was increasingly hard to forget about.
"You're wet. I could make you cum if you'd let me inside," Emre tried.
"I know that you could, but I've got to give you a reason to come back to me." Freja gave his hair a little tug, and Emre's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. Freja dropped her hand from his head and let it fall between her own legs. Emre watched as her hand slipped beneath her own underwear, fingers rubbing furiously against her own clit. She was close, and Emre could practically feel Freja's orgasm creeping up on her with each breath that brushed against his neck. Her breathing was ragged at best, as if each breath took a large amount of focus that Freja struggled to muster.
"Frej, look at me. Please, look at me," Emre begged as he tried to catch her eyes. Freja shook her head as she buried her face against the crook of Emre's neck. Her body shuddered beneath his as she ground against her own fingers and his thigh to get off. Emre could feel her grip tighten around his cock, just enough to push him over the edge. Freja didn't move as he came, but she could feel the warmth of it as he came against her thigh. "You are an evil woman, Freja Skov."
"Well I doubt you came with protection," Freja pointed out. She laughed as he shook his head. He rolled away from her and let himself spread out on her bed. Freja pulled her underwear off and wiped away the mess Emre had made against her skin. He glanced at her, feeling his cock twitch a little as she was now fully bare in front of him. Freja ignored the movement from the corner of her eye as she curled up against his side. "You'll just have to prepared next time if you really want to fuck me."
"When, not if. And you're lucky that I'm not running out now to grab some from the walk-in," Emre joked. Freja rolled her eyes at the mental image of Emre actually getting dressed and out of bed so late just for that. She didn't doubt that he would if she asked, but Freja was fine with toying with him for a day or two while they waited. "If you're scared you can't handle me, it's okay to admit it. I am bigger than you expected after all."
"You didn't even get me out of my underwear, I'll be fine," Freja teased. It was a challenge, one that Emre couldn't wait to win. He was pretty sure that they'd both be winners, but the next time he saw Freja, things would go differently. Emre was intent on showing Freja the time of her life, even if he knew that it wouldn't keep the teasing remarks at bay for long at all. He'd just have to show her how up to her little challenges he was.