Mercy has something to say.

As the water washes over them, Mercy glances to Pharah.

"Your eyes are all over the place," she whispers.

"What? I'm just... trained to look everywhere. For combat," she says in a stupid stumble of words, flushing red.

"Please don't lie to me, Fareeha."

Mercy moves closer, and Pharah takes a step back. Fareeha wides her eyes as the doctor slides her hand over her abdominal muscles, smiling up at her, but in way that's different than her usual face. A slight red is in her cheeks, and her eyes pierce into her's, causing Fareeha to freeze more effectively than any foe.

"The way you look at me," Angela whispers, "Isn't how you look at just a friend. I could always tell. It's okay, Fareeha."

"Hm? I d-don't know what you mean."

She slides her hands over Fareeha's bust, and then to her shoulders to bring her shorter stature against the other woman's firm body. Gently, she rests her head beneath the Egyptian's neck, and giggles softly beneath her breath.

"Your heart is beating quicker," Mercy mutters.

"Angela..."

"I said it's okay, Fareeha. If I said I felt the same way, what would you say?"

"I want to die. This is so embarrassing," Pharah mumbles.

Slowly, the angelic doctor brings her lips near the other woman's, and slides a hand over her cheek. "Do what you want to do," she asks.

Overtaken by desire, Pharah wraps her arms around Mercy's slimmer waist and presses her tight against her own naked, soaking wet body. Their lips lock, and for an incredibly long moment, they share a kiss of passion, before any tongue enters the other's mouth. A soft moan is heard from Pharah as they do, and her hands begin to wander. One slides over Mercy's left rear cheek for a squeeze.

"Ooh," Mercy shouts.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No... Not at all. You're so cute, Fareeha. You're the toughest girl I know, but when you're in a position like this, you're like a scared kitten."

Pharah's heart pumps out of control. Not only is the most beautiful woman in the world--in her opinion--in her arms kissing her, but they're also both completely nude.

"Thank you, Angela," she mutters.

"Shh. You're my angel, Fareeha. Let's finish up soon, though. This isn't a private shower..."

"You're right!" Pharah says as she tenses up.

"Don't worry so much. We can just say you were helping me clean my body. Or maybe that's what you want to do anyway."