Pharah Boxing (Caption Pic) (Patreon)

“I love a woman who can fight with her hands.” 

It was all Pharah had to hear. She had known Mercy for most of her life,  admiring her one way or another. She was a heroic medic during her youth, a respected teammate when she first started the new Overwatch unit, and now a dear friend and unspoken crush. Fighting with a jetpack and rockets was one thing, but admitting her feelings to the pretty blonde was apparently too much for her. So when they’d caught the new women’s boxing match on the tv in the lounge, Pharah had to note just how invested Mercy was in the fight.

So there she was: Pharah wanted to win her heart with a match, and Zarya was sporting enough to accept her offer. The Russian was big and sweet, but Pharah didn’t let her in on her hopes to impress Mercy with it. “I vill make sure we put on good show,” Zarya assure, but knowing the overachieving Olympian, Pharah couldn’t imagine the powerhouse going easy on her. So she hit the gym, and hit it hard. She pounded away on the heavy bag until her arms were numb and her knuckles callused, her heart and groin pulsing harder whenever she thought of the doctor. She imagined Mercy tending to her bruises and cuts by hand rather than her healing staff, just out of appreciation for the show that the victorious Egyptian put on for her. Then when Mercy would lean in for her blackened and tattooed eye, Pharah could take her face in her hands and pull her into a kiss...

Her phone went off nearby, playing the triumphant Overwatch themesong that Winston had thought would help rebuild their popularity. Pharah struggled to pick it up before pulling one of her gloves off with her teeth to hit the button and answer the call. Mercy’s pretty face appeared on the projector. “Hello, Miss Amari!” she greeted with a smile, her eyes clearly looking at Pharah through the camera. “Oh, am I interrupting?”

“No, it’s fine,” Pharah insisted, wiping some sweat from her forehead before tugging on her top, hoping it didn’t show the erect nipples underneath. “I was just working out.”

“Oh, for the little ‘show?’ That’s sweet of you,” Mercy smiled wider. Pharah might have just imagined the Swiss woman biting her lip at the sight of the buff Egyptian and her sweaty, coffee-colored muscles. “Well I just wanted to make sure we were still on for it tomorrow. Zarya sounded excited, and I can’t wait to see how you look in the ring.”

“Oh… yea, I’ll be there. Can’t wait,” Pharah smiled. The call wrapped up quickly, and soon Pharah was back to working her body to its limits, beating away at the bag as if it were Zarya between her and her future lover.