[ there is no room for corniness in Soldier: 76's life. be that as it may, these past two weeks? they have dragged on longer than he would like to admit.
he has trouble admitting a lot of things, as Hana has learned to find out. not a single word regarding their unusual date has been exchanged between either of them since they went their own way. their eyes have met on a number of occasions, most of them with the younger of the two not even aware that he was looking right at her. they had their fair share of moments where they were alone and a conversation was unavoidable, Jack bracing himself for the moment where he has to answer for his seemingly ignoring her. each and every time, something always came up. Winston or Tracer would come barging into the mess hall or the alert pings of an upcoming mission rang throughout the base. the veteran who was seemingly confused on how to properly handle damage control was somehow lucky enough to get through two weeks without this being properly handled.
but enough was enough. fucking her as hard as he had, cumming inside of her as much as he had... it was starting to eat him up. Jack's never been the type to back down from anything. even if another private conversation between the two of them could be considered a textbook bad decision, he isn't going to allow another two weeks to go past where they pretend nothing happened. where Jack pretends nothing has happened.
he had been surveying their own base from a distance for a few hours, notating everyone who has left and ensuring that the resident mecha pilot was never one of them. when it seems that the building is vacant sans one particularly feisty lady, Jack finally enters and makes his way up the stairs to where her bedroom lied. imagine the skepticism on his face when he notices that the door is open, thinking that a trap of sorts may be laid out. relief immediately washes over him when noises of gunfire and grenades can be heard from within. he should probably be alarmed what with how realistic they sound, ― she would buy the highest quality of speakers ― but he knows she is just engaged in her gaming like always. what a great coping mechanism.
what he doesn't expect is when he pokes his head around the corner, presenting himself with the image of a shapely, panty-clad ass belonging to the woman he was looking for. his eyebrows peak past his visor and he can't help but stare. it's an inviting look, one that she probably didn't anticipate. still, HER DOOR WAS OPEN. how the hell else was he going to avoid this.
Jack leans against the door frame for about half a minute, waiting to see if she would feel his presence and find out herself. it's a good excuse to continue gawking at her unabashedly, even if that makes the point of this visit the most counter-productive thing ever. after a while, he grows tired of seeing her clicking away at her mouse and keyboard and clears his throat, folding his arms over his chest when she finally looks behind her. ]
Don't you kids like your privacy? Close your door if you're too lazy to put on clothes.
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he has trouble admitting a lot of things, as Hana has learned to find out. not a single word regarding their unusual date has been exchanged between either of them since they went their own way. their eyes have met on a number of occasions, most of them with the younger of the two not even aware that he was looking right at her. they had their fair share of moments where they were alone and a conversation was unavoidable, Jack bracing himself for the moment where he has to answer for his seemingly ignoring her. each and every time, something always came up. Winston or Tracer would come barging into the mess hall or the alert pings of an upcoming mission rang throughout the base. the veteran who was seemingly confused on how to properly handle damage control was somehow lucky enough to get through two weeks without this being properly handled.
but enough was enough. fucking her as hard as he had, cumming inside of her as much as he had... it was starting to eat him up. Jack's never been the type to back down from anything. even if another private conversation between the two of them could be considered a textbook bad decision, he isn't going to allow another two weeks to go past where they pretend nothing happened. where Jack pretends nothing has happened.
he had been surveying their own base from a distance for a few hours, notating everyone who has left and ensuring that the resident mecha pilot was never one of them. when it seems that the building is vacant sans one particularly feisty lady, Jack finally enters and makes his way up the stairs to where her bedroom lied. imagine the skepticism on his face when he notices that the door is open, thinking that a trap of sorts may be laid out. relief immediately washes over him when noises of gunfire and grenades can be heard from within. he should probably be alarmed what with how realistic they sound, ― she would buy the highest quality of speakers ― but he knows she is just engaged in her gaming like always. what a great coping mechanism.
what he doesn't expect is when he pokes his head around the corner, presenting himself with the image of a shapely, panty-clad ass belonging to the woman he was looking for. his eyebrows peak past his visor and he can't help but stare. it's an inviting look, one that she probably didn't anticipate. still, HER DOOR WAS OPEN. how the hell else was he going to avoid this.
Jack leans against the door frame for about half a minute, waiting to see if she would feel his presence and find out herself. it's a good excuse to continue gawking at her unabashedly, even if that makes the point of this visit the most counter-productive thing ever. after a while, he grows tired of seeing her clicking away at her mouse and keyboard and clears his throat, folding his arms over his chest when she finally looks behind her. ]
Don't you kids like your privacy? Close your door if you're too lazy to put on clothes.