[ if there's one thing that Hana can rely on him, it's that he is as far as conspicuous as a guy with a bright-red visor can get. had it not been for the level of trust he has placed into his teammates, the man known only as Soldier: 76 would have remained a rumor and folk tale as opposed to being a very, very real being. as ill-advised as this idea of a relationship may be, he cares more about ensuring that her own life isn't ruined as a result of trying to be in his. maybe that's a big part of why he kept his distance for the past fourteen days. who knows?
with her sinking her weight down into the bunched up pair of panties, Jack will take that as a sign to twist it into his fingers and pull even harder. it's wounded up thin like a thong at this point, and from an outsider's view, Hana seems like a poorly censored hentai drawing from her pussy's puffy shape barely being concealed. when she starts on with the saltiness again, you best believe he is gripping at her underwear hard enough to hear a subtle stretch in the fabric. not much more and he could easily snap it off. ]
Don't you start with that shit. [ he snaps back in turn, even as she tries playing hot-and-cold with her mouth and tongue tending to his neck. a sigh follows as she successfully distracts him for just a few seconds, but he pulls himself back in to gently grab her by her hair just as she bites at his ear. Hana's forced to look up at him again, eyes still glaring straight into hers. she isn't going to get away with something like that and then pretend she never said it in the first place. ] I care about you. More than I'd like to admit. And I wanna make this work, even if we both know it ain't likely. But I'm willing to try.
[ her panties are saved the unfortunate fate of being ripped off as he finally gives in to doing what the both of them knew would happen sooner or later. Hana is shoved off from his lap and onto the bed directly behind her, hoping to find her sprawled up with her underwear still barely covering her delicates and her shirt riding up high. he's quick to kick the computer chair back with a resounding slam of it hitting the desk behind him, crawling into the bed and over her, knees inside the opening between her own. his muscular build towers over her, palms above each shoulder while he slowly begins to lean back in. ]
We're gonna have to keep this quiet, you know. For your sake. Don't get used to us meeting up in your bedroom.
[ he's seriously considering this. he is seriously allowing the opportunity for them to think about how they can sneak away and continue their activities without the risk of being found out. ―by anyone. even if there's the possibility of feelings of some kind developing from either of them, not even the empathetic Mercy would let them get away with what they wanted. ]
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with her sinking her weight down into the bunched up pair of panties, Jack will take that as a sign to twist it into his fingers and pull even harder. it's wounded up thin like a thong at this point, and from an outsider's view, Hana seems like a poorly censored hentai drawing from her pussy's puffy shape barely being concealed. when she starts on with the saltiness again, you best believe he is gripping at her underwear hard enough to hear a subtle stretch in the fabric. not much more and he could easily snap it off. ]
Don't you start with that shit. [ he snaps back in turn, even as she tries playing hot-and-cold with her mouth and tongue tending to his neck. a sigh follows as she successfully distracts him for just a few seconds, but he pulls himself back in to gently grab her by her hair just as she bites at his ear. Hana's forced to look up at him again, eyes still glaring straight into hers. she isn't going to get away with something like that and then pretend she never said it in the first place. ] I care about you. More than I'd like to admit. And I wanna make this work, even if we both know it ain't likely. But I'm willing to try.
[ her panties are saved the unfortunate fate of being ripped off as he finally gives in to doing what the both of them knew would happen sooner or later. Hana is shoved off from his lap and onto the bed directly behind her, hoping to find her sprawled up with her underwear still barely covering her delicates and her shirt riding up high. he's quick to kick the computer chair back with a resounding slam of it hitting the desk behind him, crawling into the bed and over her, knees inside the opening between her own. his muscular build towers over her, palms above each shoulder while he slowly begins to lean back in. ]
We're gonna have to keep this quiet, you know. For your sake. Don't get used to us meeting up in your bedroom.
[ he's seriously considering this. he is seriously allowing the opportunity for them to think about how they can sneak away and continue their activities without the risk of being found out. ―by anyone. even if there's the possibility of feelings of some kind developing from either of them, not even the empathetic Mercy would let them get away with what they wanted. ]
Enjoy me in your bed while you got the chance.