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[Mid-December, 2078]
“Well," Brigitte said, looking into Hana's bedroom with a grin. "That’s interesting.”
Hana had, finally, managed to convince Morrison and Shimada and Zhou that she could be trusted to take Brigitte back to her apartment. Mei, in particular, had something she'd wanted to do - something personal - and wanted to take an evening alone with... well. She wouldn't say.
“I swear this was the bed they ordered for me before I even woke up.”
Brigitte laughed, looking between the large, large bed, and Hana, and back at one of the widest beds she'd ever seen. “Seriously? Where do they even get the sheets?”
Hana just giggled. “Blame Lena. I think. She knew. I, uh, kind of knew she'd had a lot of girlfriends at one point? And I asked her for advice back when we started dating.”
"...huh," Brigitte said, suddenly a little less enthusiastic, a jolt of alarm passing through her as she realized the implications. It's like they just assumed we'd be... following her here at some point.
"I mean, I was unconscious,” Hana continued. “I didn't even know they were giving me an apartment."
"Really?" the Swede said, surprised.
"Yeah, I thought it'd be more like barracks, or maybe - maybe - a hotel room, after the hospital." She shrugged. "Comes from being in the army so long, I guess."
Brigitte tried to put her apprehension to the side. They've done nothing wrong... lately, she thought, then had another thought and snorted a little. “Well... you know, Lena has her creepy girlfriends, and Angela and Fareeha are... I don’t even know if I want to know what with Dr. O'Deorain these days - maybe they just assume everyone will need one this big.”
"Lena's wives aren't creepy!" Hana said, surprising herself. "Not..." I used to think they were, though, she admitted to herself. Particularly Em. But she's so... nice... now. "Not once you get to know them."
"Well," Brigitte said, unconvinced. "If you say so."
Hana shrugged. "It is a little weird that she never - like, ever - has bad days, though. Emily, I mean."
"You've never been on the receiving end of her knives. 'Course, I haven't either, I suppose..." Brigitte flopped down on the bed experimentally, letting her arms flop out to her sides. Room for three of her. Easily. "Oh wow, this is really comfortable."
"Hey, check this out!" Hana hit a switch, and walls appeared between the bed and her gaming rig. "Hardlight studio walls. I can put them anywhere in the room just by pushing. And they double as lighting and background!"
"Is..." She looked up, and saw the standard blank blue of hardlight, except for the D.va streaming logo picked out in white in the center, apparently a default ‘texture’ for the surface. "I saw these in your stream! I thought they were added effects!"
“Cool, ’right?!”
"Very cool."
"You wanna go live?" D.va asked, suddenly excited, but on a different tangent. "I've talked about my girlfriend and my boyfriend forever but neither one of you have ever... y’know. It might be fun."
Brigitte reached up to pull Hana down beside her on the bed. For just a moment it felt like pulling on a steel pole and then suddenly it didn't, and said, "I... had a different idea. Let's just watch something silly and make out. Like we used to."
"Oh..." Hana breathed, nuzzling into her girlfriend's neck as she melted against her, straining against the distance that could not be overcome, but enjoying what she had nonetheless. "...yeah."
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[Six months earlier]
“I’m pretty certain she’ll want to separate her streaming space from her living space,” Fareeha said as she sat a plotting table.
“Yeh,” Tracer agreed as she considered the floor plan that was being drawn up. “Almost a shame we can’t give her a full studio for that. Bet she’d love it.”
“Well, we could,” the Huntress observed as she tapped her stylus against the side of her other hand, “but we’d have to knock out another wall.”
Roughing out a living space for each new member of their “pantheon” while they were being reborn had begun out of simple necessity. Aside from Angela and Moira, none of them had maintained a private residence in Oasis before being Changed, and once they woke up, they’d obviously need somewhere to go.
In Hana Song’s case, the first phase of her treatments and improvements had been completed with excellent results, which meant it was time to get started. The month or so that Hana would need to complete her transformation gave the builders more than enough time to reconfigure, paint, and furnish two of the VIP guest suites in the Ministry into a proper home that would - hopefully - account for the occupant’s particular needs.
“Another wall removal seems excessive,” Moira observed as she sipped her tea. “Particularly since we don't know whether she'll stay, in the end. But perhaps a curtain, or barrier of some kind, that could be placed between her electronics and the bed.”
Fareeha considered that, then nodded. “A more flexible version of the privacy screens?"
"Something like that, yes."
"I’ll see - Satya might even be able to arrange something if I can’t find a better solution commercially.” She made a few notes, then turned the floor plan so the others could see it. “So - living room, kitchen, closets, bathrooms, gaming stage, bedroom - and I'm keeping the balcony. Anything we’ve missed?”
Sombra, who had mostly been observing the proceedings, spoke up at the exact moment as Tracer. Their voices blended together in near perfect harmony as they offered the same suggestion: “Bigger bed.”
They stared at each other for a moment as the others looked on with confusion, then exchanged a high five as Lena began to giggle.
“You knew, huh?”
Lena nodded, returning Sombra’s grin. “Who d’you think she asked for advice before they started?”
“I cannot help but feel we are missing some important context,” Moira observed dryly.
“Not that hard to figure out,” Lena smiled to her, then giggled again. “Jus’... it’ll need to be about as big as yours, mum.”
“...ah.” Moira straightened, considering quite what to say in response, but realized she didn’t have a leg to stand on. “Well, then. I’m sure that... can be arranged.”
Fareeha had been observing the conversation with raised eyebrows before she finally let out a soft ‘hah!’ as she realized who Lena and Sombra were referring to. “I knew they were pretty close, but not... close. But they’re not…”
“No,” Sombra shook her head. “But they’re hers. And she’s theirs. So... who knows?”
Yes, Fareeha smiled as she looked over to where Moira had begun sending the revised blueprint to the Ministry of Engineering. Who knows?
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[Mid-December, 2078]
“I like the view,” Brigitte said sleepily as she looked out the window, the night sky filled with the spires and ornate architecture of the city around them.
“Me too,” Hana said with a quiet giggle as she looked at her girlfriend, running her hand over Brigitte’s bare back to emphasize the point.
“Mmm... you have two hours to stop doing that.”
Hana put just the slightest bit more pressure into her caresses, enjoying the happy groan she drew out in response. “Just two?”
“Pr’bably should actually sleep soon,” Brigitte mumbled. “But... this’s nice. Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” Hana assured her as she turned just enough to let Bri get into her usual sleeping position. “Missed you both so much.” She wasn’t really tired, even after everything they’d done, but she wasn’t going to miss the chance to spend the night together. Not when she didn’t know when or if they’d get this chance again.
“Yeah. But…” Bri’s hand found hers, squeezing gently. “This. This is good.”
Hana nodded. It was good, even if part of her knew it could be better. But she couldn’t ask that of them, and she wasn’t sure they’d ever want to do it. “Yeah. It’s really good.”
“Decided somethin’ else,” Brigitte murmured as she closed her eyes, her arm slipping around her lover’s waist.
“Yeah?”
“N’matter what happens,” Brigitte said through a yawn, “keep the bed.”
