Brigitte had had the worst day. It hadn’t started that way. She woke up in Hana’s room, which was different since they usually stayed in Brigitte’s room. But Hana had streamed late last night and had all but collapsed when she ended the stream. Hana’s room was like a second home to her, and her bed was just as cozy as her own. However, Hana didn’t have her alarm set. So Brigitte overslept and was late to meet Reinhardt at the gym, which was a tragedy in itself. At least, it was to Reinhardt.
She had to cut her workout down significantly in order to make her meeting with Winston and Lena to discuss repairs to Watchpoint. Normally it was just routine maintenance, but there was a water leak in the bowels of Watchpoint that left Brigitte crawling through tiny spaces getting drenched while she replaced the section of pipe that had burst. After that, she had to go straight to the hangar and work on the crusader armor, which Reinhardt had left horribly dented and beat up. Then Fareeha had caught her, asking for her help with her jetpack. Brigitte was more than happy to help, but skit, was she tired.
And of course, it happened on Hana and Brigitte’s date night, too. By the time Brigitte drug herself to her bedroom and found Hana curled up playing a retro game on the Nintendo Switch, she was ready to pass out. Hana looked up from her game, and quickly paused her game. “You look like you got hit by a truck,” Hana said. Brigitte chuckled quietly. “I think a truck would have felt better. It’s been a really long day,” Brigitte said, stripping out of her wet and greasy overalls. Hana walked up behind her while she stripped and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Maybe for date night we could heat up a pizza and pick a cheesy movie?” Hana asked.
Brigitte’s shoulders sagged slightly. “I love you, Kanin. I’m so sor-“ she started, but Hana shushed her. “I don’t know why you’re apologizing, it was my idea. Besides, I kinda just want to cuddle,” she said with a warm smile. Brigitte pulled her close and pressed her smile against Hana’s, eliciting a giggle from the smaller girl. “Gwaenchanh-eun, why don’t you go take a hot shower and here in a minute I’ll go put a pizza in the oven?” She asked. Brigitte kissed her again and smiled. “You’re the best,” she said. “I know,” Hana said with a wink, causing Brigitte to roll her eyes as she grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Hana picked up Brigitte’s overalls and put them in the laundry basket before looking for pants. She heard the water start running, and music flowed from the bathroom. Hana smiled as old alt rock music flowed from the bathroom. Brigitte had several playlists, but most of them didn’t have anything newer than 2040 on them. She didn’t recognize the song, but it sounded pretty good. It had a nice beat to it. When the lyrics started, Hana’s jaw dropped to the floor. She could hear the artist singing, but there was a second, much louder voice singing the song. One with a slight Swedish accent.
“I don’t mind!” Brigitte sang, “letting you down easy, but just give it time! If it don’t hurt now just wait, just wait a while!” With each word, Hana’s heartbeat got faster and faster. Holy shit did Brigitte sound good! She had the body of a goddess and the voice of an angel! Hana had almost forgotten to breathe as the song entered the chorus. Brigitte’s voice sang along to each line. “Ain’t it fun? Living in the real world! Ain’t it good? Being all alone!” Hana sat down with her back to the door as Brigitte showered, listening to her sing song after song, only stopping long enough to wash her face. By the time the water turned off, she realized she hadn’t even put pants on yet, let alone started the oven. She nearly fell backwards as Brigitte swung the door inward, steam rolling from the bathroom. “Hana? Why are you on the floor?” Brigitte asked.
“I was looking for my jaw! Holy shit, you have a beautiful voice!” Hana said in awe. Brigitte blushed a deep red and looked towards her feet. “Oh, you heard me singing? I um, thanks, I disagree, but…” Brigitte trailed off, and Hana’s jaw dropped open once again. “What do you mean, you disagree? Your voice could melt a heart of stone, it could make a siren jealous, or-“ “Make my girlfriend write poetry?” Brigitte cut in. Hana elbowed her playfully. “Your voice is so fucking hot,” Hana said, kissing Brigitte deeply. Brigitte definitely didn’t know how to take praise, but kissing she could do. Hana pushed Brigitte back against the bathroom door and slid her tongue into Brigitte’s mouth. Brigitte deepened it, pulling Hana tightly against her, allowing her hands to roam over the Korean girl’s body.
Just as Hana was sliding her hand under Brigitte’s shirt, she heard Brigitte’s stomach growl. They both burst out laughing, Brigitte turning red yet again. “Sorry Bri, I got a little distracted. I guess I should put some pants on so we can make pizza,” Hana said. Brigitte kissed Hana again, but this time it was a quick peck on the lips. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty hungry. But after we eat, maybe you could take the pants back off…” Brigitte said, causing Hana to bite her lip. “You’re making it really hard to put clothes on,” Hana joked. Brigitte winked playfully. “That’s my mission in life.”