[ Though Hana hasn't made any outward signs of showing it, she's pretty fucking bothered.
Lúcio's concert has been nearly two weeks ago, and while she and Soldier: 76 have been on several missions since then, he hasn't made any efforts to speak to her past barking orders on the field. Sure, he'd pulled her from the jaws of death a few times (as was his custom), but that's always been his thing. He does that for everyone. Maybe it's naive of her, but she's been hoping that their night at the concert venue somehow made her special. Like he'd see her in a different light, or something corny like that.
Maybe it's because she's constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time, but off the field, 76 is nowhere to be found as of late. Hana wonders if he's always been so elusive, but part of her feels like she wouldn't notice it this much if his marked absence was normal.
As it stands now, Hana's in her quarters, her door open and her laptop rigged to a monitor and keyboard. Everyone has seemingly left for the day, leaving her the distinct pleasure of having the headquarters all to herself; she's fully taken advantage of this fact by wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink panties as she lies on her stomach, a pillow wedged underneath her chin as she taps away at her keyboard and slides her mouse along the gaming mat she's laid upon an oversized book. She's engaged in a rather heated match of CSGO, carrying her team as best she can (and coming out on top most of the time when it comes to completing objectives; gg, counter-terrorists) through her mounting frustration as thoughts of 76's face (and hands and body and cock) drift through her mind like a slideshow dedicated to the fact that she isn't as special as she thought she'd be after all.
With a huff, Hana shifts her position forward slightly, propping her chest up on her elbows as she crosses her legs at the ankle, bending them at the knee. Though her back is to the door, her expression is one of frustration. While whoever happens to peek into the doorway will be treated to a shot of her nearly-bare ass, Hana herself seems wrapped up in her own little world, one that exists somewhere outside of the depictions of violence flashing across the screen. ]
[ 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.
[ For a while there, Hana had had the suspicion that the rest of the team was running interference between the two of them at his behest. Their timing when it came to interrupting the two of them was impeccable, and there had been more than one time where she'd been this close to simply abandoning any semblance of chill in order to get her point across to him. Though she will never, ever admit it aloud, Hana had been thrown into fits of jealousy whenever she saw 76 conversing with any of their other female comrades, though she knew that such thoughts were childish and awful. Over the past two weeks, she'd often found herself wondering how many of them he had slept with, and the thought had made her face burn and her skin crawl. She knows she holds no claim to him, and she knows she's better than this.
It was after the first week that she'd begun to compartmentalize the part of her that was hurt by his neglect, channeling her agony and frustration into either combat or video games. Nobody on the crew had batted an eye to this behavior save for Mercy, who had always been preternaturally in-tune with her moodswings. (Hana is especially ashamed at the fact that she has quietly begun to resent the lovely older woman simply because she's concocted an elaborate romance between her and Soldier: 76 in her head, driving her mad with jealousy.) Even then, the good doctor had given her space, simply offering an ear if ever she needed it... which Hana stubbornly (yet politely, she wasn't that much of an asshole) declined.
While her speakers are practically bleeding edge in terms of tech, Hana makes sure not to have them blare too loudly, lest some infiltrator deigns it wise to attempt to ambush her while she literally has her pants down. Their current safehouse is practically airtight beneath Soldier: 76's surveillance, but one can never be too careful. Regardless of her speakers' volume, however, Hana's attention is laser-focused on the screen in front of her, her eyebrows knit together in either concentration or rage.
It's just as she's making the realization that all of the avatars in CSGO resemble ugly, off-brand versions of Jack that his voice reaches her ears, causing her back to visibly stiffen in response.
Her frown deepens, even as her heart leaps into her throat. She doesn't look over her shoulder when she replies. ]
What, are you afraid somebody else will see me like this and compromise my dignity? [ She spits, her tone positively acerbic. There's so much rage contained in that tiny body of hers! ] It's so thoughtful of you to come here and police me after ignoring my existence for a decade. But I guess that's your thing, huh? You really took that daddy role to heart, I guess.
[ Heat rises to her face as she speaks, her keystrokes becoming noticeably more heavy. Hana knows that this likely isn't the best way to approach this, but her petulance wins out in the end, as it usually does. ]
[ popular to disbelief, 76 does not make it a habit of sleeping with teammates. it's probably easy to assume that considering how quickly he had fallen down the proverbial rabbit hole with said rabbit, but he doesn't typically allow for something like this to happen. and there's a reason as to why, as they both have come to see. things get complicated, feelings get hurt, and there's a hole left behind that needs to be filled. and no, not just sexually.
but also definitely sexually. ]
No... there's just a thing out there called decency. [ he expected a response like this, really. scathing, sarcastic, bitter. she brings up the past within the first ten seconds of talking to him and he can't help but curve his scarred lip upwards in some form of twisted humor. it's not that he doesn't see this as serious. the risk of pregnancy during acts of stupidity makes it as such by default. but he does care about how he has started making Hana feel, even if she doesn't know it.
as she continues pretending that he is just a voice and not a body towering over her from a few feet away, Jack will step forward and she'll hear her door slam closed. that should gain her full, undivided attention. if she is still somehow able to not budge, he will just continue trying to actively avoid gawking at her backside. and failing, of course. ] And I'm glad to hear that two weeks translates into ten years. You have a funny definition on the sense of time.
―do you want to talk about this or what?
[ and that's his hand reaching up to pull at the end of her shirt, tugging it down further to try and cover her. it doesn't do much, and maybe a part of him (the petty part that he must have gotten from D.VA) does it just to further anger her. he's about three seconds away from spanking Hana if she doesn't comply either way. ]
[ Hana'd told herself that she just wanted to sleep with him. She wanted to sleep with him so badly, more than once if she was lucky. He wasn't her first sexual conquest, but he was the only one that she'd taken an active, prolonged interest in. So imagine her butthurt when she found that he wouldn't even look her way (to her knowledge) in the aftermath, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
To Hana, his avoidance was the equivalent to her losing the game she'd been playing... And she'd never been a good loser. ]
Like you're one to talk about decency. You fucked me in a public bathroom. [ She snaps, fingers slamming over the keyboard as she makes a play that will supposedly cinch her current session. Though she makes it look effortless, the degree of focus she puts into the game becomes evident when he slams the door shut behind him, causing her to flinch.
The game ends, and she closes out of it. She can see his reflection in the darkness of her monitor, but she doesn't turn to face him. not yet. ]
... What is there to talk about? [ She seethes, her accent changing the inflection of her words as she tries to reign in her anger. It's a rhetorical question as she plays her cards close to her chest. ] Are you here to tell me that what happened shouldn't've happened? Beca--
[ She yelps when he yanks at the hem of her shirt, prompting her to twist her torso in order to fix him with a glare. Loath as she is to admit it, the very sight of him causes a warm, familiar feeling to pool in her gut before trickling down between her thighs, almost as if her body remembers what they'd done and is priming itself for another go. Her eyes drag along his familiar scars as she attempts to find her chill, tugging the end of her shirt away from him and hiking it up her back and stomach in order to keep it that way. ]
Stop being a dickweed! It's not my fault that my underwear makes you uncomfortable. [ She glares defiantly up at him, trying to ignore the heat steadily building behind her ears and creeping towards her face. God, he was hot. He was hot and she hated it. ]
[ Jack kept telling himself he was ready and prepared for all contingencies. Hana throwing an object at him on first notice, cursing him out in Korean, flat-out ignoring him until he left... possibly even jumping his cock... each scenario was a possibility with her. being passive aggressive while pretending a video game was more important wasn't too far down the list of those most likely to occur, and yet, he is almost at a loss for words when she brings up the bathroom so quickly. ]
Okay. Point taken. But I told you, "Do as I say, not as I do"―
[ he cuts himself off when he realizes how ridiculous that sounds. if there's a time to avoid being overly fatherly, it's right now. this is a moment where Jack has to embrace that he had sex with the young woman in front of him, the very same one that flips her damn shirt back up just to defy his protests to her revealing attire. he had dug this grave himself, with maybe a little bit of assistance in the form of a shovel named Hana Song. ]
At least I finally got you to look at me. Does this help? [ a hiss of air can be heard when he unclasps the visor from his face, pulling the strip of tinted glass and the mouth covering off to show the scarred features that she has gotten to know oh-so-well. Jack sets it aside on her desk and decides to take it upon himself to sit in the computer chair, deciding it is for the best to avoid the bed altogether considering her current mindset. ] I'm here to talk. To check up on you. To see how you feel. It's beginning to affect you in-and-out of the suit.
[ he's prepared to cover himself with the literal reason being that she is going to become a liability out there on the field if she keeps preoccupying herself with their situation. internally, he feels guilt for getting her like this in the first place. guilt over the fact that he would like to see if they could get away with a second time. guilt over how he is still unable to pry his now-visible eyes off from her ass. god dammit― ]
[ Hana's been considering throwing her mouse at him for some time; while the laptop would do more damage, it would be more of an inconvenience to replace. She's been cursing him to herself in her native tongue for the last few weeks, though she remains eerily mum on that front now that she's actually faced with him.
She scoffs at his platitude, opening her mouth to snark further at him when he cuts himself off. Hana settles for narrowing her eyes at him instead, allowing him to sink further into his own silence as one of her hands reaches out to snap her laptop shut. She makes no effort to shift from her current position even though her back is getting stiff from being twisted in such a way. As far as she's concerned, her discomfort is a small price to pay when it comes to defying the man in front of her.
She can't help the way her expression softens when he takes off his visor. She hates every second of it. ] Why take it off now? [ She asks pointedly. ] Trying to get on my level? [ She can't stand the way her voice wavers when she speaks, and what he says next causes something to snap inside of her, flooding her face with heat and pricking at the backs of her eyes. ]
What, you're gonna play therapist now? Did Mercy put you up to this? [ Rage fills her and pushes out room for anything else, even as her vision blurs with wetness that she tries to will away. ] Look at you, talking like this is just out of concern for me because you can't afford to have a weak link on your team. You're so stoic and tough, aren't you, Jack? God forbid you talk about anything but war! [ Says the girl who livestreams herself murdering people. ]
[ Hana tries to meet his gaze as best she can, unaware that he's unabashedly staring at her ass. She continues her tirade when he asks her to turn around, whirling on him, fingers curled into the hem of her shirt even as she swallows down hard on a hiccuping sob. She feels like a petulant child, likely because that's exactly what she's acting like. ]
Bet you weren't thinking of target-rich environments while you were fucking me against that sink-- [ She half-shouts, completely aware that she's simply swiping blindly at him now, though she doesn't really care. Two weeks of frustration have come to a head as she faces him on her mattress, her laptop and peripherals falling carelessly onto the floor as she continues. Much to her horror, actual hiccups join her near-hysterical sobs, but they do little to stop her. ] -- At least... At least I made the effort! What is it that you always say? [ Her voice dips comically low in a mockery of his own. ] "I'm the one who does his job! I'm guessin'... you're the other one." Shi-bal! Y-You couldn't even look at me over the last two weeks!
[ Her rant devolves into a series of broken, muffled sobs as she covers her face with her hands. Hana's certain that he's going to get up and leave at this point, and she isn't sure if that brings her relief or makes her cry harder. ]
[ he can't believe that he is getting so much snark from her while in such a strange position. Hana is so fixated on showing him just how angry she is that she doesn't even care about the fact that she was contorting herself like a snake. it would be funny to see had it not been for the emotional development things have taken in the blink of an eye. as bad as she has been at bottling up her feelings in the first place, she was still obviously doing so to an extent when considering how harshly she blows up on him.
Jack is understandably mute and observant as she lets him know how she truly feels. when the tears are seen and her voice begins to shake, he knows there is no way out of this without at least a little more pain. for the both of them, to the inevitable surprise of Hana. he doesn't even flinch when she turns to finally look at him, words booming from their close proximity and her inability to keep her emotions in check. knowing her, she will just assume he is some kind of impenetrable stone wall, none of this truly getting to him like she would wish.
when she's finally done, he doesn't answer immediately. he just stares at her, hands pressed firmly into his knees. Jack leans in and studies the sadness and anger on her face, squinting his eyes to show that he was studying her before she buries herself into her palms. he's trying to think of a proper way of responding, something that would both alleviate her concerns and answer her numerous questions. nothing comes up except for an inquiry of his own. ]
Why do you care so much? Why is it so important to you? Was it more than just sex? Hm?
[ there is a startling amount of gentleness when he reaches forward and grabs her wrists with his large, calloused fingertips. he pulls them up and away from her so that she has no choice but to continue making eye contact with him, and he's close enough to her and the bed by now that his legs are hitting the edge. ]
Don't tell me you've fallen for a broken old man. You had to have already found out that was a bad idea.
[ he visibly frowns for her while his thumbs run up and down her knuckles in an attempt to reassure. or, at the very least, to tame her unquenched anger. when that may not do it, Jack pulls her hand up to his stubbled cheek, allowing her nails to scratch against the rough features while he speaks in a low, yet assertive whisper. ]
Hit me if you think it will help. Punch, slap, claw. It won't, but you can try.
[ Hana expects his silence, but even so, it only serves to make her angrier. She wants to swipe at him, to clock him square in the jaw, but she knows that would only be an exercise in further humiliation, leaving her with bruised knuckles and an even more tender ego. She suddenly feels vulnerable, clad in nothing but her underwear and an old t-shirt as she yells at him, knowing that her anger likely loses even more of its already impotent effect when paired with her appearance.
She catches a glance of his face as he seemingly analyzes her, and it does nothing to help the sense of vulnerability she feels. How dare he.
Hana resists him as he prises her hands from her face, eyes wide and red from crying. She glares steadily at him, hiccuping. ] Y-you wish I'd fallen for you. [ She spits, trembling in his grasp. ] I don't like being ignored. I'm not some village girl from a backwater country that you can use up and toss aside like you old men used to back in the day during the war. [ Hana sneers at him, pointedly ignoring the way his thumbs smooth over her hands. Ignoring the way the feeling seems to be draining her of her bluster, leaving her feeling defanged and powerless even in the wake of her rage.
When he places her palm against his face, she bristles, but doesn't pull away. ]
What, and make you feel like even more of a martyr for coming here and letting me scream at you? [ Hana's glare loses some of its heat as an aftershock of her sobbing shakes her shoulders, making her feel smaller than usual. ] Why do you care so much about that, Jack? If it was just sex to you, why are you so keen on having me hurt you all of a sudden?
[ short of an apology, ― and even then, he's not too sure ― there doesn't seem to be much that he can do to soothe her. Jack had known it was bad from how much things were building up as time went on, from the daggers being glared his way to her general recklessness in just about everything she's involved in. does that mean the nuclear explosion that is her reaction was something he was prepared for? again, no. he'd rather deal with the Omnic Crisis again than go through this. that says a lot. more than a youngin' like her would ever know.
the clothing she is in, or lack thereof, doesn't have him taking her any less seriously. his eyes may still be tempted to look down at her legs or hips, but she can be stark naked and he would at least respect her enough to give her his attention. she may be upset that it took 2 weeks to decide to do so, but... better late than never. o so he hopes. ]
So you haven't. [ he wants to believe that's true, but it's so hard to tell if she is being sarcastic or not when all of her words are coming out in the form of borderline hysteric sobs. when she starts getting petty, however, his jaw grows tight and he shoots a so fierce that it is bound to shut her up for at least a second. he shows assertion by squeezing her hands harder. ] You need to think before you speak, kid. Does it seem like anyone is tossing you aside? Why the hell do you think I'm here?
[ he growls in frustration and lets go of her so that he can pinch the bridge of his nose. it's in hopes of allowing him to think more clearly, her constant screaming and provocative questions doing nothing to help keep himself in check. Jack stares down at the bed for a moment, pausing to consider everything that has just developed in the past few moments. it would be easy to just lean in, give her a kiss and wipe away her tears. he thinks that may be just enough to calm her down. the issue is if that's something he wants to risk again.
when he looks back up, there is a brief glimpse of vulnerability washing over him, doubt in his eyes and a frown tugging at his lips. his gloved fingertips reach forward to grab her by the hips, stilling her so her restlessness is forced to subside. ]
If you think I'm in here for just you, you got it wrong. And if you think this only affects you? You're more selfish than I thought. Get it together, Hana. This ain't one-sided.
[ Explosions are kind of Hana's thing, but that doesn't mean that she particularly enjoys this little tirade. For all of her attempts to keep her feelings out of their thus far exclusively physical relationship, Hana finds herself breaking a cardinal rule and catching feelings. That much is evidenced in the way her face is flush with anger, her eyes red and puffy.
His look does indeed shut her up for a split second, a renewed wave of anger washing over her and sending her flying into another rage, one that's cold and ill-measured, but measured nonetheless. ] You don't get to tell me what to do! We both know you're here because--
[ She gestures wildly with her hands as he releases them, her words jumbling together in a nonsensical whine of frustration. If he were to lean in and kiss her now, she would definitely kiss him back... But even Hana knows that that wouldn't solve anything, no matter how badly she wanted it. Just as she opens her mouth to form real, actual words, her eyes fall on his face and catch the briefest glimpse of weakness clouding his features, disarming her instantly.
It's not fair, she thinks, sucking a breath in through her teeth. It's not fair that it's so easy for him to do that.
She doesn't protest when he places his hands on her hips, but she meets his gaze with a withering look. Hana's body is tense beneath his touch, but she meets his gaze evenly, defiantly. Something akin to hope threatens to bloom somewhere in her ribcage, and try as she might to stamp it out, it perseveres the more she watches his face.
When Jack speaks, Hana makes a soft noise, her expression drifting from angry to hurt and confused. She sags, visibly, before speaking again. ]
What else am I supposed to think you're here for, then? [ Her voice is quiet, soft; paperthin and wavering. ] I can't read minds. I mean... I'm just a stupid kid with a crush, right?
[ She laughs bitterly, tearing her gaze from his face. Fuck. It's kind of hard to look at him like this. ] I am pretty selfish. But avoiding me for so long was kinda cold. [ With that, she leans forward. It's awkward in this position, but she lays her forehead on his shoulder, slumping against him. Half of her feels like he'll push her away, but she figures that it wouldn't matter either way. ] For all I know, you could be married. Or have a girlfriend.
[ Her tone is muffled, and though he can't see it, her eyes are open. She's staring at the top of one of his thighs, her hair forming a dark curtain around her face. ] If this isn't one-sided, then what is it?
If you gave me a second to tell you without trying to bite my goddamned head off, maybe you would know.
[ if she seriously assumes it is easy for Jack to show anything remotely close to weakness on the face that he prefers to keep hidden, she is sorely mistaken. providing any sense of vulnerability is a laughable concept to Soldier: 76 during most days. he doesn't have the time nor the patience to wear his emotions on his sleeve, and as detrimental as it is to keep everything contained into a tight little ball with no intention of being let out, that's just how he prefers things. who needs relationship woes when he's off trying to save the world all the time?
apparently him, because that's exactly why he is here. ] And if it helps, I don't have a girlfriend and I'm sure as hell not married. I'm not the model image that I used to be. There isn't much to marry or date. [ he's briefly taken aback when Hana's forehead digs into the shoulder piece of his jacket, and out of instinct, his hand reaches around to press down into the center of her back. stupid, stupid fatherly instinct takes over and he pulls her into a more full-fledged hug, running his nails up and down the length of her spine in the process. ]
I don't know yet. I tried taking two weeks to figure it out and you saw how that went. Things like this aren't so simple.
[ he's honest, and hopefully she will appreciate that as opposed to him biting his lips and making her believe he practically forgot about their night together. Jack pulls away to sit further back into his chair, using his free hand to tip her chin up so that she is guided to look at him again. even if she might be stubborn to do as such considering how bloodshot her eyes have gotten, he stares right into them, stroking his thumb against the outside of her jaw. ]
[ Hana sniffles pathetically. She knows she's probably asking for far too much when she gets emotional like this, and she partially doesn't understand why she's having such a violent reaction to his avoiding her. She knows he very literally carries the weight of the world on his shoulders on some days, so the fact that he's here does speak volumes. She sees that now that the fog of her anger has cleared. She blinks once, then twice, not answering him immediately. ]
It helps. [ Hana answers with a soft nod, though she doesn't venture further along that line of thinking. Much like her thought process on the night at the concert, she isn't so naive as to believe that she can be his girlfriend... Even if she's acting spoiled and petulant because of his neglect. She shivers in spite of herself as his fingernails rake along the length of her spine through her shirt, the slight pressure comforting in its own strange and dadly way.
She probably shouldn't want to fuck one of her father figures so badly, but she figures she can pull back and examine her questionable choices at a later date. ]
I'm not gonna apologize. [ She murmurs, though she knows she should. She appreciates his honesty even if she doesn't say as much, and when he pulls away to tilt her chin upwards, she meets his gaze as evenly as possible. She doesn't feel Okay With This, not just yet, but she's getting there. She's a far cry from the crying, shrieking wreck that she was at the beginning of this whole venture, in any case.
At his question, she pauses thoughtfully, watching his face. Sure, she's said she's wanted to fuck him, to be around him in a strictly physical sense. As far as deeper feelings go, however, Hana isn't entirely sure what she wants. There are no blooming feelings of butterflies fluttering around in her guts while dramatic music swells in the background, no; with Jack, she feels heat and arousal and want and collisions. It's rough-hewn and raw, with no halfway.
She swallows as she watches him, inhaling. ]
I want more of what happened two weeks ago. [ She delivers the words tersely, voice low. Hana doesn't give herself time to think about it when she delivers the second part of her demands. She doesn't want to falter. ] I want a lot more, and I want it to be just with me.
[ The feeling of his thumb on her jaw spurs her on, her voice taking on a slight hardness. ] But what about you? What do you want this to be? [ The last thing she wants is for him to be going along with this just for her sake; she knows that he likely won't, but she's nothing if not thorough when it comes to covering her bases. That's a hard-learned tactic pounded into her by her agent. ] Because if we're not on the same page here, I wanna call it quits right now.
[ But if they are on the same page... well. She won't mind taking her panties off and inviting him onto the bed. Not that she's gonna say that out loud, or anything, but she's definitely thinking it. ]
[ he could have seen the blowup from her and considered it as nothing but bratty. spoiled. Hana's already admitted to being selfish herself. any of these things would have served as the perfect excuse to show just why he wasn't going to dip his fingers into this again. if she can't deal with two weeks of silence, how does she expect a purely physical relationship with him without things worsening one way or another? she didn't know what she had signed up for when she kissed Jack and stuffed her hands down his pants. the problem that bothered him the most was that, as the elder of the two and with much more experience, he should have known better. and yet, he returned the kiss and shoved his hands down her panties in turn. ]
I don't want your apology 'cause you won't get one for me either. For any of this.
[ he isn't sorry that they fucked. he's sorry that he hasn't fucked her again. they shared a certain chemistry that neither of them likely expected, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought about their interactions during one of his many sleepless nights. even the battle-hardened old man doesn't know how to resist the erection that pins against his legs when those thoughts appear, and he's sure he's jerked himself off several times by now to erase the images for at least a few hours.
now here they are, Hana with very little clothing and in close proximity to that of himself. he's all ears for when she tells him what she wants, and his nostrils flare up to let out a puff of hot air in the form of a snort. the gall on this girl. she isn't shy about going all-in with her bets, but he can only imagine that she feels she doesn't have much to lose at this point. credit where credit is due and all that jazz. ]
... Okay. Just you, though? Trying to, what, claim me as yours only? Sounding awfully territorial..
[ note how he hasn't rejected her "proposal" just yet, though. he stops the motions against her jaw so that he can help clean up her appearance, sucking on his thumb for the briefest of moments before wiping it underneath each eye to help clean any tears that have stained against her skin. once again... probably too fatherly for his own good, but this is his way of showing affection. she has to either take it or leave it. ]
I want this to be the part where you shut the hell up and come sit on my lap.
[ he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head just a tad, staring into her eyes with a challenging glint, almost as if he stole the one she always has prepared for him. whatever will she do now? ]
I don't want any of your shitty apologies, anyway. [ She hisses, affecting the same bratty attitude that's thus far taken her very far in life. It's true that Hana has no earthly idea what she'd gotten herself into when she'd initiated this arrangement of theirs, and it's also true that she doesn't care. It had felt good in the moment, and she'd used it as fuel to feel good almost every night since it had happened. She knows her feelings on the matter are complicated and irrational at best and downright terrifying and selfish at worst, but she knows that she doesn't want to stop.
Though Hana's mind is focused on their current discussion, her body betrays her as it continues to prime itself for what it feels is inevitable: she's completely in tune with his movements, her skin patching hotly with want now that she's done actively being angry at him. Its reaction to Jack's presence is chemical, primal; even when he huffs in response to her demands, her eyes watch him hungrily, eager for some sort of agreement so she can jump him without hesitation.
At this point, she feels primed like a hair trigger, ready to burst. Even if he tells her that all he wants is to fuck her with no strings attached, it likely won't stop her from hopping on his cock again. So imagine her delight when he doesn't outright reject her request, her eyes practically gleaming even as he does the paternal thing and starts to clean up her appearance. Part of Hana vaguely wonders why he insists on fixing up what he's going to wreck in short order anyway, but she doesn't complain. She only leans into his touch, her heart leaping into her throat as she watches his tongue dart out to smooth against the pad of his thumb. ]
If it makes you feel better, think of it as a health thing. Less partners means less chances of diseases, right? [ She manages a lopsided smirk in return to the challenging look in his eye. ] But yes. It's kind of territorial, I guess.
[ She punctuates her words by getting onto her knees, rooting her hands on the arm rests of the chair he's currently sitting in. She doesn't clamber onto his lap, not immediately; instead, she breathes softly against his lips, brushing her mouth against them while willing her heart to stop racing. This is what she's wanted for weeks, and it's sitting right in front of her; while she isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, hesitation grips her at the last second.
She watches his face silently before she takes a deep breath, sliding off of the edge of the mattress and bracketing his thighs with her own. Bringing her arms up around his neck for support, she settles down into his lap, warm and soft, not tearing her gaze from his. A small part of her wonders if she's going to regret it. The larger part tells her she likely doesn't care if she does. ]
[ god, what tsunderes. she performs the role much better than himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to play the act up. Hana may have been able to squeeze a "sorry" out of him if she had controlled herself and chose her words better. does it seem like she particularly cares at this juncture? no. upon further investigation, Jack is starting to get the idea that she just wanted to get that out of the way so that she can go back to pining for him and hoping that it's not unrequited. being that he has just invited her to join Jack within his personal bubble, she shouldn't have too much difficulty piecing that all together. ]
Just say you want my cock to yourself and move on with it. [ and whatever else that comes with it, feelings or no. neither of them have found the proper solution as to what they can call the idea of them as an item, but his appearance in her room today has at least answered one of her concerns. he's not ready to call it quits between them altogether. not yet. no way, no how. ] What's the... what's the word that's used a lot these days? Thirsty? Yeah, sounds 'bout right.
[ hardy har har. grandpa's calling you out, girly. he quiets down when she does the same, lips teased by the softness of her own before she properly mounts him as requested. the computer chair makes for her to get in nice and close so that her legs can get through the arm rests, and he is reminded of how bare her legs feel when they're virtually wrapped around the chair. as her arms go around his neck, he does the same to her hips, draping his fingers along the dip of her back where the patch of skin between her panties and shirt is revealed. ]
Kiss me if you want it so much. You're the pilot and you're in the cockpit, ― [ PUN INTENDED. ] ― so show me what the big deal is.
[ "Tsundere" is a trope that Hana wears well, and 76 seems to bring out the best/worst in her on that front. She feels a smug sense of satisfaction as she does understand the cut of his jib, and while part of her wishes she could hear him spelling out the way he feels about her out loud, she's more than satisfied with leaving such things unsaid. She makes a face at what he says next, leaning back to fix him with a glare. ]
I'm not giving you the satisfaction. [ She snaps, punctuating her words with a grind of her hips. She's happy to have him here beneath her, regardless of what her expression communicates. 76 is hard and sturdy beneath her, unyielding as he's always been. Hana takes comfort and pleasure in the feeling of him against her body, and her desire only spikes as the thin fabric of her panties does little to nothing to buffer the way he feels against her. ] Who's thirsty? I'm not the one making demands here.
[ Except she totally was. Her chair creaks beneath their combined weight but holds steady, her legs easily slipping through the openings beneath the arm rests. The fabric of his pants is rough against her bare flesh, but she revels in it; his fingers, similarly, feel calloused and warm against her back. ]
Sounds kind of like you're desperate. [ She breathes, leaning in close and nudging the tip of his nose with hers. Her eyes still sting from crying, but she acts for all the world like she hasn't shed a tear in years. ] You bark orders and talk such a big game, but really, you're dying for me to kiss you. That's the big deal, Jack. [ She accents her words with soft ghosts of her lips against the corners of his mouth and his cheeks, silently egging him on. ]
[ no satisfaction will be provided, she says, as her hips are already working in a wave-like motion against his groin. he wonders if this is a matter of her getting over her issues with him or just accepting that she wants sex more than arguing with each other like they were long-term lovers. either way he looks at it, it's funny. they went from cold to hot in just seconds. Jack supposes that is always better than more tears and screaming. ]
But you are. You demanded you wanted more and only with you. Forgot already?
[ he gets what she means but that doesn't mean he isn't going to go for a little payback and be the smartass for a change. it's not like she doesn't know that she was being a hypocrite or anything. not as she resumes an act that she has become skilled at: goading. instead of actually kissing him, her breath is on his face with her lips merely teasing the prospect of actually doing so. she keeps whispering and he is seconds from disrupting the nest she has made in his lap to throw her onto the bed. but she would like that. Jack can't have her enjoying herself too much. she's going to have to work for it. ]
You might think about dialing it down a few notches. Maybe more than a few. [ desperate. hah. she will be shown desperate when he reaches around and shoves his hands underneath Hana's underwear, fingers sinking deep into her ass as it sticks out from her position in the chair. he lifts her up and into his hands, something she can't be all too surprised by anymore, pushing her closer so that their mouths close over one another.
he has to do all the work, it seems. even if he's mad at himself for letting her sucker him into initiating the kiss, he is far from upset at the kiss itself. this is shown by the way he possessively claims her body with the deep gropes and squeezes of his palms into her flesh, finally making the both of them shut up and do what they have obviously wanted to do again over the past two weeks. ]
[ Hana snorts against his mouth in response, querulous as ever. In truth, she doesn't feel particularly settled when it comes to her "issues" with regards to him, and she wonders if she ever truly will. Theirs is not a k-drama romance or a fairytale love story; if anything, their connection had more in common with those sordid western soap operas that played in doctors' offices in the early afternoon. There's nothing glamorous or classical about the way her stomach hollows out and the way her pussy slickens at the mere sight of 76, and were Hana a more sentimental person, she'd probably lament the fact that their relationship is as twisted as it is.
Her affection for him is constantly overridden by her want of him, and even that is muted by the smartass comments that constantly tumble from her lips every time he opens his. ]
I don't see you arguing. [ She retorts, giving a soft bark of laughter at what he says next. ] Since when have I ever dialed anything down? [ Hana bites back a groan as his hands find her rear, and she doesn't have time to fully parse the feeling of his mouth against his before she's kissing him back, hungrily, all heat and teeth and salt.
She practically shudders in his grasp as he gives in to him, a deep well of gratification forming somewhere south of her ribcage. Her teeth lightly rake against his bottom lip as his hands do their work on her ass, the soft flesh pillowing out around the indentations of his fingers. She moans deeply against his lips, the sound reverberating where their mouths are joined even as her tongue teases against his teeth, half-seeking entry. Hana crooks one of the arms that she has draped across his shoulders in order to tangle her fingers in the short hairs at the back of Jack's head, slanting her mouth in order to deepen the kiss further.
Even she had to admit: this is pretty thirsty behavior. ]
[ look, he may be good at teaching her how to shoot better with her gun, or to give tips on how to properly take advantage of her peripheral vision to spot more targets. he can help with her workout regiment and eating diets (or die trying). as peers on the Overwatch team, he has plenty to offer her. as a boyfriend? a lover? a cock for her to use as she sees fit? 76 isn't going to be the best mentor. just the fact that he is well over double her age shows he doesn't know how to control his inhibitions, and the flaws of both of them seeing this as mainly physical can only lead to more inevitable fights in the future.
if all of them end up turning out into a scenario similar to now, with Hana mounting him and their lips crashing together like the fiercest of waves? okay. Jack can deal with some yelling at crying for the greater good. maybe that isn't the best of mindsets, but really, neither of them are capable of judging each other at this point. as the seconds tick on and their kiss naturally deepens, it won't be longer before they are hardly even thinking of the two weeks that led to now. at least it'll make the sex all the better! ]
―Got tired of arguing. I'm looking for something else. [ he speaks just as he pries his mouth off of her own, already breathing heavily from the amount of exertion between the two of them in such little time. she was close to eating his face from how deeply she pushed into him, lips already red from the abrupt level of attention. Jack squeezes her ass one last time before he pulls out from her underwear, instead grabbing the crotch of them from behind as he simply tugs. up it goes, wedging between her cheeks and grinding against the lips of her pussy. he's sure the visual of her backside poking out from the end of the chair would be quite nice, but alas, he will settle with Hana's face as he does such a daring thing. ] And I'm thinkin'... I'm thinkin' it's along the lines of what you want yourself.
[ looks like they found something else to agree with! how nice. his wrist pulls up higher, tightening the constriction of her panties rubbing harshly into her skin. it's a good thing that he can safely assume she's gotten at least damp between her legs, if only because of how much she wanted him before realizing it was a realistic conclusion to their fight. having his large hands take hold of her has to help accelerate that process, he would hope. ]
[ Hana's made quite a few smart career moves in her short lifetime: being an attractive young girl has afforded her the opportunity to star in movies and endorsements outside of the tournament circuit, and she's taken full advantage of this, much to her agent's delight. Her personal life, as far as the public eye is concerned, is spotless; she hasn't been linked to anyone romantically in months, no matter how hard the tabloids might try to catch her red-handed. She's seemingly tread cautiously in her celebrity up until this point, and the fact that she's willing to risk her very well-maintained image by engaging in sex acts in a club with a man twice her age speaks volumes of how highly she thinks of 76.
Or perhaps it speaks volumes of how terrible her impulse control actually is. She can't resist him, and she's known from the beginning that the path they've chosen is a terrible and unforgiving one. Hana's thought about the scandal that would erupt should the media catch hold of their little affair, but even that seems to pale in comparison to the way they will fare together internally. As much as she wants to focus on the physicality of their relationship, she knows that it can't last that way. Fights like this are, indeed, on the horizon if they carry on this way, and while she feigns ignorance, Hana knows that she can't ignore it for long.
"For long" is, gratefully, still a ways away, however. And she's nothing if not an opportunist. ]
Yeah? Is this the real reason why you came here, then? [ She murmurs as he breaks the kiss, her mind reeling as she takes in a deep gulp of air. She'd kissed him until she was dizzy, the absence of his mouth's warmth causing a dull ache to throb between her legs. The hand in his hair slides downwards as if she isn't sure where she wants to touch first, opting to trail down his shoulders, over his bicep, and towards his chest. Leaning down, she presses a hot, suckling kiss beneath 76's jaw, inhaling sharply as his hand hikes her panties between the lips of her pussy. She's so slick and hot-- she has been since he entered the room, if she's honest-- and the feeling of the fabric bunching and harshly curving against her clit is enough to cause her to bear her hips down against the sensation. ]
Since when have you ever cared about what I want? [ She snaps, a bit of heat that has nothing to do with her arousal entering her voice. Hana's aware that this is his way of making nice, but she can't help herself as her teeth graze the flesh of his neck, her tongue laving against it to taste the salt of his skin. She presses her tits against his chest, arching her back in order to give him easier access to where she wants the most attention. The feeling of her panties biting into her pussy drags a moan past her lips as she rocks her ass against the taut strip of fabric being held in place by his fingers. It feels good, yes, but it's barely enough, and she nips hard at his earlobe in complaint. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Hana knows that his avoidance of her probably should have been for the best. For all of her anger and hurt, she knows that the sooner they end this, the better it will be for the both of them in the long run. She knows that he knows this, but she also can't bring herself to care. She can't deny herself this, and she doesn't want to. Even if his avoiding her for so long was for the greater good, she never wants him to ignore her again.
Hana gives a soft cry as her panties are pulled further along her slit, her arousal more than evident as it soaks the strained fabric. The soft flesh of her pussy protests as the bite of the fabric slides harshly against her outer lips, but the last thing Hana wants is for him to stop. Her fingernails curl into the fabric of his jacket even as he pulls her to face him, causing her to whimper in protest.
His words cause her heart to leap into her throat in spite of herself, her arousal momentarily forgotten as her stomach flutters. Her eyes widen to hear him speak so frankly, and heat that has nothing to do with her desire patches at the skin of her face, dusting it pink. For some reason, she feels like she wants to cry again, and her lip quivers. God, it's so corny, but hearing him say that makes her want to crush her lips against his again, kissing him until she's lightheaded. It's just as she's about to that he pushes her off of him and onto the mattress, causing her to make a strangled noise.
Her heart pounds in her ears as he occupies the space between her parted legs, her face and chest flushing as she watches him. Her throat is dry, suddenly, and her lungs can't seem to fill with quite enough air. When he suspends himself over her, she watches him in silence, struggling to regain herself.
How inept can she be? Getting excited because he said he cared, explicitly? Hana busies herself with tearing her shirt off over her head, managing a shaky smile. ]
Y-Yeah. [ Lame. Lame lame lame lame. The only thing Hana wants to do is drown herself in him, but her mind already races with possibility, even as her hands feverishly work to undo whatever buckles or clasps that hold his clothes together. Her hands are deft in spite of the way her fingers tremble, giddiness causing her vision to swirl. There was always the dropship after a mission. Or the broom closet? Or maybe one of the abandoned Watchpoints-- ]
Okay. [ Wow, she's on a roll today. Where are her quips? Where is her smart mouth? She sounds smaller than she'd intended. Struggling to keep her cool, Hana's gaze flickers up to his. ] I'm planning to enjoy you everywhere else, too, after this. [ It's still lame, but far better than the meek virginal role she'd suddenly assumed. Leaning up on her elbows, she presses another hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck that she'd neglected earlier, her thighs parting in order to better accommodate him on the mattress. ] Like on that table in the safehouse in Dorado-- [ She pauses, her breath stuttering slightly as she slides her tongue along his skin again. ] Or the arcade in Hanamura-- [ Hana makes a mewling noise, desperate as she squirms beneath him. ]
[ huh. maybe he should have opened up with something like that the moment he stepped inside her bedroom. Hana's reaction to it is unexpectedly adorable, as if she is too flustered to properly process the words that have just left his mouth. he didn't think an admittance like that would be enough to unravel her, but heh. surprise, surprise. at least it can be seen in his eyes that he wasn't lying just to try and make her feel better, or worse yet, to make her falsely believe this was nothing but a purely physical relationship.
he still has no clue as to what they are, exactly, but he knows at least that much. it's a start in the right direction. or wrong. very wrong, depending on how you want to look at it.
Jack will happily settle with doing nothing but stare, watching as Hana just breaks down into just one word sentences whilst tearing her shirt off like she couldn't breathe with it still on. he seems pleased with himself, even if he would want nothing more than to just bury his hips down into her exposed crotch for some semblance of relief. when she begins to work on getting his own clothes off with an equal amount of desperation, he comes to the realization that he didn't have to do much if he so chooses. too bad he's not the type to have idle hands. ]
You're forgetting the Deadlock Gang's bar at Route 66. It's a good thing I've been thinking about it, too.
[ he isn't shy about looking down to see her breasts, either clad in a bra or nothing at all. regardless of what may be there, Jack finally becomes proactive, allowing both palms to glide their way up her now bare stomach to squeeze underneath the cups of both tits. with her spreading her legs wider, he finally drops his weight down and gives what the both of them want, grinding the inevitable bulge in his pants into her. ]
―and why the hell do you think I'll allow Hanamura? I'm not gonna deal with you playing Siege Mode 3 while fucking you from behind.
[ there is a glint of humor in his voice as he presses his stubble into her neck for a change, biting his teeth down into the skin that has probably been healed of its previous marks for only a few days now. the movements in his lower half continue, pushing as firmly as he can even when his pants block much of the friction. she won't have much trouble sizing him up either way. ]
[ If anything, the sincerity in his expression makes it worse, sending Hana's pulse into overdrive. It's almost as if flowers and sparkles are blooming behind his heavily screentoned face, a stray breeze picking up cherry blossom petals and sending them swirling around them as she blushes and stammers. Her heart pounds hard and fast, and she vaguely wonders if it might burst.
Hana has even less of an idea as to what they are, but knowing that he actually cares about her speaks leaps and bounds. Barring the obvious questionable moral standpoints of their current arrangement, Hana feels like she's scaled an invisible wall, bringing her closer to 76 than she had been previously.
Though his words have practically put her over the moon, the incessant ache between her thighs grounds her, bringing her back to herself as she watches his face. He looks pleased as ever, and she buries her face into his neck to keep herself from taunting him about it, not wanting to ruin the moment. She succeeds at undoing his pants and hiking his shirt halfway up his back before he speaks again, sending a shudder through her body. ]
But it's so grimy there, [ She murmurs, though in her heart of hearts she knows she doesn't care. They could probably do a lot of interesting things on those bar stools, and didn't the place have a pool table? She wasn't entirely sure if the Deadlock Gang still frequented the place; it'd always been empty when she'd gone. She'd just assumed they had any number of other safehouses that they rotated between. For all she knew, they could have an audience if they acted out their plan. She moans as his hands find the underside of her exposed breasts, grateful that she'd decided that wearing a bra would be a chore on her day off. Her skin is soft and warm against his calloused palms, filling his hands and pillowing slightly between his fingers. ]
Mmmmmn, but imagine how satisfying it'll be for me to beat my high score with your cock inside me-- [ She groans as he grinds into her, prompting her to bite her bottom lip and raise her ass up to meet him. He feels hot and hard even through the rough material of his pants, and desire spikes hotly in her gut at the prospect. Hana giggles softly as his teeth find her neck, expelling a soft, satisfied sigh. The bruise had purpled for a few days before going yellow, fading completely only a few days before this. She was happy for him leaving another mark in its stead, however, and she seeks to return the favor as she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck again. ]
Or the hangar in-- nnn-- Volskaya? It'll be cold but-- [ She gives another rough, suckling bite at the pinking flesh of his neck, seeking to leave behind a hickey or two as her mouth roves over it. ] -- Kinda romantic, if we decide to use one of the residences... They have really nice c-couches... [ She curses softly under her breath as he grinds into her, her hands eagerly undoing his pants and attempting to push them down his thighs. ]
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Lúcio's concert has been nearly two weeks ago, and while she and Soldier: 76 have been on several missions since then, he hasn't made any efforts to speak to her past barking orders on the field. Sure, he'd pulled her from the jaws of death a few times (as was his custom), but that's always been his thing. He does that for everyone. Maybe it's naive of her, but she's been hoping that their night at the concert venue somehow made her special. Like he'd see her in a different light, or something corny like that.
Maybe it's because she's constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time, but off the field, 76 is nowhere to be found as of late. Hana wonders if he's always been so elusive, but part of her feels like she wouldn't notice it this much if his marked absence was normal.
As it stands now, Hana's in her quarters, her door open and her laptop rigged to a monitor and keyboard. Everyone has seemingly left for the day, leaving her the distinct pleasure of having the headquarters all to herself; she's fully taken advantage of this fact by wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink panties as she lies on her stomach, a pillow wedged underneath her chin as she taps away at her keyboard and slides her mouse along the gaming mat she's laid upon an oversized book. She's engaged in a rather heated match of CSGO, carrying her team as best she can (and coming out on top most of the time when it comes to completing objectives; gg, counter-terrorists) through her mounting frustration as thoughts of 76's face (and hands and body and cock) drift through her mind like a slideshow dedicated to the fact that she isn't as special as she thought she'd be after all.
With a huff, Hana shifts her position forward slightly, propping her chest up on her elbows as she crosses her legs at the ankle, bending them at the knee. Though her back is to the door, her expression is one of frustration. While whoever happens to peek into the doorway will be treated to a shot of her nearly-bare ass, Hana herself seems wrapped up in her own little world, one that exists somewhere outside of the depictions of violence flashing across the screen. ]
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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.
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It was after the first week that she'd begun to compartmentalize the part of her that was hurt by his neglect, channeling her agony and frustration into either combat or video games. Nobody on the crew had batted an eye to this behavior save for Mercy, who had always been preternaturally in-tune with her moodswings. (Hana is especially ashamed at the fact that she has quietly begun to resent the lovely older woman simply because she's concocted an elaborate romance between her and Soldier: 76 in her head, driving her mad with jealousy.) Even then, the good doctor had given her space, simply offering an ear if ever she needed it... which Hana stubbornly (yet politely, she wasn't that much of an asshole) declined.
While her speakers are practically bleeding edge in terms of tech, Hana makes sure not to have them blare too loudly, lest some infiltrator deigns it wise to attempt to ambush her while she literally has her pants down. Their current safehouse is practically airtight beneath Soldier: 76's surveillance, but one can never be too careful. Regardless of her speakers' volume, however, Hana's attention is laser-focused on the screen in front of her, her eyebrows knit together in either concentration or rage.
It's just as she's making the realization that all of the avatars in CSGO resemble ugly, off-brand versions of Jack that his voice reaches her ears, causing her back to visibly stiffen in response.
Her frown deepens, even as her heart leaps into her throat. She doesn't look over her shoulder when she replies. ]
What, are you afraid somebody else will see me like this and compromise my dignity? [ She spits, her tone positively acerbic. There's so much rage contained in that tiny body of hers! ] It's so thoughtful of you to come here and police me after ignoring my existence for a decade. But I guess that's your thing, huh? You really took that daddy role to heart, I guess.
[ Heat rises to her face as she speaks, her keystrokes becoming noticeably more heavy. Hana knows that this likely isn't the best way to approach this, but her petulance wins out in the end, as it usually does. ]
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but also definitely sexually. ]
No... there's just a thing out there called decency. [ he expected a response like this, really. scathing, sarcastic, bitter. she brings up the past within the first ten seconds of talking to him and he can't help but curve his scarred lip upwards in some form of twisted humor. it's not that he doesn't see this as serious. the risk of pregnancy during acts of stupidity makes it as such by default. but he does care about how he has started making Hana feel, even if she doesn't know it.
as she continues pretending that he is just a voice and not a body towering over her from a few feet away, Jack will step forward and she'll hear her door slam closed. that should gain her full, undivided attention. if she is still somehow able to not budge, he will just continue trying to actively avoid gawking at her backside. and failing, of course. ] And I'm glad to hear that two weeks translates into ten years. You have a funny definition on the sense of time.
―do you want to talk about this or what?
[ and that's his hand reaching up to pull at the end of her shirt, tugging it down further to try and cover her. it doesn't do much, and maybe a part of him (the petty part that he must have gotten from D.VA) does it just to further anger her. he's about three seconds away from spanking Hana if she doesn't comply either way. ]
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To Hana, his avoidance was the equivalent to her losing the game she'd been playing... And she'd never been a good loser. ]
Like you're one to talk about decency. You fucked me in a public bathroom. [ She snaps, fingers slamming over the keyboard as she makes a play that will supposedly cinch her current session. Though she makes it look effortless, the degree of focus she puts into the game becomes evident when he slams the door shut behind him, causing her to flinch.
The game ends, and she closes out of it. She can see his reflection in the darkness of her monitor, but she doesn't turn to face him. not yet. ]
... What is there to talk about? [ She seethes, her accent changing the inflection of her words as she tries to reign in her anger. It's a rhetorical question as she plays her cards close to her chest. ] Are you here to tell me that what happened shouldn't've happened? Beca--
[ She yelps when he yanks at the hem of her shirt, prompting her to twist her torso in order to fix him with a glare. Loath as she is to admit it, the very sight of him causes a warm, familiar feeling to pool in her gut before trickling down between her thighs, almost as if her body remembers what they'd done and is priming itself for another go. Her eyes drag along his familiar scars as she attempts to find her chill, tugging the end of her shirt away from him and hiking it up her back and stomach in order to keep it that way. ]
Stop being a dickweed! It's not my fault that my underwear makes you uncomfortable. [ She glares defiantly up at him, trying to ignore the heat steadily building behind her ears and creeping towards her face. God, he was hot. He was hot and she hated it. ]
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Okay. Point taken. But I told you, "Do as I say, not as I do"―
[ he cuts himself off when he realizes how ridiculous that sounds. if there's a time to avoid being overly fatherly, it's right now. this is a moment where Jack has to embrace that he had sex with the young woman in front of him, the very same one that flips her damn shirt back up just to defy his protests to her revealing attire. he had dug this grave himself, with maybe a little bit of assistance in the form of a shovel named Hana Song. ]
At least I finally got you to look at me. Does this help? [ a hiss of air can be heard when he unclasps the visor from his face, pulling the strip of tinted glass and the mouth covering off to show the scarred features that she has gotten to know oh-so-well. Jack sets it aside on her desk and decides to take it upon himself to sit in the computer chair, deciding it is for the best to avoid the bed altogether considering her current mindset. ] I'm here to talk. To check up on you. To see how you feel. It's beginning to affect you in-and-out of the suit.
[ he's prepared to cover himself with the literal reason being that she is going to become a liability out there on the field if she keeps preoccupying herself with their situation. internally, he feels guilt for getting her like this in the first place. guilt over the fact that he would like to see if they could get away with a second time. guilt over how he is still unable to pry his now-visible eyes off from her ass. god dammit― ]
Will you turn around, Hana. Please.
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She scoffs at his platitude, opening her mouth to snark further at him when he cuts himself off. Hana settles for narrowing her eyes at him instead, allowing him to sink further into his own silence as one of her hands reaches out to snap her laptop shut. She makes no effort to shift from her current position even though her back is getting stiff from being twisted in such a way. As far as she's concerned, her discomfort is a small price to pay when it comes to defying the man in front of her.
She can't help the way her expression softens when he takes off his visor. She hates every second of it. ] Why take it off now? [ She asks pointedly. ] Trying to get on my level? [ She can't stand the way her voice wavers when she speaks, and what he says next causes something to snap inside of her, flooding her face with heat and pricking at the backs of her eyes. ]
What, you're gonna play therapist now? Did Mercy put you up to this? [ Rage fills her and pushes out room for anything else, even as her vision blurs with wetness that she tries to will away. ] Look at you, talking like this is just out of concern for me because you can't afford to have a weak link on your team. You're so stoic and tough, aren't you, Jack? God forbid you talk about anything but war! [ Says the girl who livestreams herself murdering people. ]
[ Hana tries to meet his gaze as best she can, unaware that he's unabashedly staring at her ass. She continues her tirade when he asks her to turn around, whirling on him, fingers curled into the hem of her shirt even as she swallows down hard on a hiccuping sob. She feels like a petulant child, likely because that's exactly what she's acting like. ]
Bet you weren't thinking of target-rich environments while you were fucking me against that sink-- [ She half-shouts, completely aware that she's simply swiping blindly at him now, though she doesn't really care. Two weeks of frustration have come to a head as she faces him on her mattress, her laptop and peripherals falling carelessly onto the floor as she continues. Much to her horror, actual hiccups join her near-hysterical sobs, but they do little to stop her. ] -- At least... At least I made the effort! What is it that you always say? [ Her voice dips comically low in a mockery of his own. ] "I'm the one who does his job! I'm guessin'... you're the other one." Shi-bal! Y-You couldn't even look at me over the last two weeks!
[ Her rant devolves into a series of broken, muffled sobs as she covers her face with her hands. Hana's certain that he's going to get up and leave at this point, and she isn't sure if that brings her relief or makes her cry harder. ]
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Jack is understandably mute and observant as she lets him know how she truly feels. when the tears are seen and her voice begins to shake, he knows there is no way out of this without at least a little more pain. for the both of them, to the inevitable surprise of Hana. he doesn't even flinch when she turns to finally look at him, words booming from their close proximity and her inability to keep her emotions in check. knowing her, she will just assume he is some kind of impenetrable stone wall, none of this truly getting to him like she would wish.
when she's finally done, he doesn't answer immediately. he just stares at her, hands pressed firmly into his knees. Jack leans in and studies the sadness and anger on her face, squinting his eyes to show that he was studying her before she buries herself into her palms. he's trying to think of a proper way of responding, something that would both alleviate her concerns and answer her numerous questions. nothing comes up except for an inquiry of his own. ]
Why do you care so much? Why is it so important to you? Was it more than just sex? Hm?
[ there is a startling amount of gentleness when he reaches forward and grabs her wrists with his large, calloused fingertips. he pulls them up and away from her so that she has no choice but to continue making eye contact with him, and he's close enough to her and the bed by now that his legs are hitting the edge. ]
Don't tell me you've fallen for a broken old man. You had to have already found out that was a bad idea.
[ he visibly frowns for her while his thumbs run up and down her knuckles in an attempt to reassure. or, at the very least, to tame her unquenched anger. when that may not do it, Jack pulls her hand up to his stubbled cheek, allowing her nails to scratch against the rough features while he speaks in a low, yet assertive whisper. ]
Hit me if you think it will help. Punch, slap, claw. It won't, but you can try.
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She catches a glance of his face as he seemingly analyzes her, and it does nothing to help the sense of vulnerability she feels. How dare he.
Hana resists him as he prises her hands from her face, eyes wide and red from crying. She glares steadily at him, hiccuping. ] Y-you wish I'd fallen for you. [ She spits, trembling in his grasp. ] I don't like being ignored. I'm not some village girl from a backwater country that you can use up and toss aside like you old men used to back in the day during the war. [ Hana sneers at him, pointedly ignoring the way his thumbs smooth over her hands. Ignoring the way the feeling seems to be draining her of her bluster, leaving her feeling defanged and powerless even in the wake of her rage.
When he places her palm against his face, she bristles, but doesn't pull away. ]
What, and make you feel like even more of a martyr for coming here and letting me scream at you? [ Hana's glare loses some of its heat as an aftershock of her sobbing shakes her shoulders, making her feel smaller than usual. ] Why do you care so much about that, Jack? If it was just sex to you, why are you so keen on having me hurt you all of a sudden?
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the clothing she is in, or lack thereof, doesn't have him taking her any less seriously. his eyes may still be tempted to look down at her legs or hips, but she can be stark naked and he would at least respect her enough to give her his attention. she may be upset that it took 2 weeks to decide to do so, but... better late than never. o so he hopes. ]
So you haven't. [ he wants to believe that's true, but it's so hard to tell if she is being sarcastic or not when all of her words are coming out in the form of borderline hysteric sobs. when she starts getting petty, however, his jaw grows tight and he shoots a so fierce that it is bound to shut her up for at least a second. he shows assertion by squeezing her hands harder. ] You need to think before you speak, kid. Does it seem like anyone is tossing you aside? Why the hell do you think I'm here?
[ he growls in frustration and lets go of her so that he can pinch the bridge of his nose. it's in hopes of allowing him to think more clearly, her constant screaming and provocative questions doing nothing to help keep himself in check. Jack stares down at the bed for a moment, pausing to consider everything that has just developed in the past few moments. it would be easy to just lean in, give her a kiss and wipe away her tears. he thinks that may be just enough to calm her down. the issue is if that's something he wants to risk again.
when he looks back up, there is a brief glimpse of vulnerability washing over him, doubt in his eyes and a frown tugging at his lips. his gloved fingertips reach forward to grab her by the hips, stilling her so her restlessness is forced to subside. ]
If you think I'm in here for just you, you got it wrong. And if you think this only affects you? You're more selfish than I thought. Get it together, Hana. This ain't one-sided.
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His look does indeed shut her up for a split second, a renewed wave of anger washing over her and sending her flying into another rage, one that's cold and ill-measured, but measured nonetheless. ] You don't get to tell me what to do! We both know you're here because--
[ She gestures wildly with her hands as he releases them, her words jumbling together in a nonsensical whine of frustration. If he were to lean in and kiss her now, she would definitely kiss him back... But even Hana knows that that wouldn't solve anything, no matter how badly she wanted it. Just as she opens her mouth to form real, actual words, her eyes fall on his face and catch the briefest glimpse of weakness clouding his features, disarming her instantly.
It's not fair, she thinks, sucking a breath in through her teeth. It's not fair that it's so easy for him to do that.
She doesn't protest when he places his hands on her hips, but she meets his gaze with a withering look. Hana's body is tense beneath his touch, but she meets his gaze evenly, defiantly. Something akin to hope threatens to bloom somewhere in her ribcage, and try as she might to stamp it out, it perseveres the more she watches his face.
When Jack speaks, Hana makes a soft noise, her expression drifting from angry to hurt and confused. She sags, visibly, before speaking again. ]
What else am I supposed to think you're here for, then? [ Her voice is quiet, soft; paperthin and wavering. ] I can't read minds. I mean... I'm just a stupid kid with a crush, right?
[ She laughs bitterly, tearing her gaze from his face. Fuck. It's kind of hard to look at him like this. ] I am pretty selfish. But avoiding me for so long was kinda cold. [ With that, she leans forward. It's awkward in this position, but she lays her forehead on his shoulder, slumping against him. Half of her feels like he'll push her away, but she figures that it wouldn't matter either way. ] For all I know, you could be married. Or have a girlfriend.
[ Her tone is muffled, and though he can't see it, her eyes are open. She's staring at the top of one of his thighs, her hair forming a dark curtain around her face. ] If this isn't one-sided, then what is it?
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[ if she seriously assumes it is easy for Jack to show anything remotely close to weakness on the face that he prefers to keep hidden, she is sorely mistaken. providing any sense of vulnerability is a laughable concept to Soldier: 76 during most days. he doesn't have the time nor the patience to wear his emotions on his sleeve, and as detrimental as it is to keep everything contained into a tight little ball with no intention of being let out, that's just how he prefers things. who needs relationship woes when he's off trying to save the world all the time?
apparently him, because that's exactly why he is here. ] And if it helps, I don't have a girlfriend and I'm sure as hell not married. I'm not the model image that I used to be. There isn't much to marry or date. [ he's briefly taken aback when Hana's forehead digs into the shoulder piece of his jacket, and out of instinct, his hand reaches around to press down into the center of her back. stupid, stupid fatherly instinct takes over and he pulls her into a more full-fledged hug, running his nails up and down the length of her spine in the process. ]
I don't know yet. I tried taking two weeks to figure it out and you saw how that went. Things like this aren't so simple.
[ he's honest, and hopefully she will appreciate that as opposed to him biting his lips and making her believe he practically forgot about their night together. Jack pulls away to sit further back into his chair, using his free hand to tip her chin up so that she is guided to look at him again. even if she might be stubborn to do as such considering how bloodshot her eyes have gotten, he stares right into them, stroking his thumb against the outside of her jaw. ]
What do you want this to be, huh? Tell me.
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It helps. [ Hana answers with a soft nod, though she doesn't venture further along that line of thinking. Much like her thought process on the night at the concert, she isn't so naive as to believe that she can be his girlfriend... Even if she's acting spoiled and petulant because of his neglect. She shivers in spite of herself as his fingernails rake along the length of her spine through her shirt, the slight pressure comforting in its own strange and dadly way.
She probably shouldn't want to fuck one of her father figures so badly, but she figures she can pull back and examine her questionable choices at a later date. ]
I'm not gonna apologize. [ She murmurs, though she knows she should. She appreciates his honesty even if she doesn't say as much, and when he pulls away to tilt her chin upwards, she meets his gaze as evenly as possible. She doesn't feel Okay With This, not just yet, but she's getting there. She's a far cry from the crying, shrieking wreck that she was at the beginning of this whole venture, in any case.
At his question, she pauses thoughtfully, watching his face. Sure, she's said she's wanted to fuck him, to be around him in a strictly physical sense. As far as deeper feelings go, however, Hana isn't entirely sure what she wants. There are no blooming feelings of butterflies fluttering around in her guts while dramatic music swells in the background, no; with Jack, she feels heat and arousal and want and collisions. It's rough-hewn and raw, with no halfway.
She swallows as she watches him, inhaling. ]
I want more of what happened two weeks ago. [ She delivers the words tersely, voice low. Hana doesn't give herself time to think about it when she delivers the second part of her demands. She doesn't want to falter. ] I want a lot more, and I want it to be just with me.
[ The feeling of his thumb on her jaw spurs her on, her voice taking on a slight hardness. ] But what about you? What do you want this to be? [ The last thing she wants is for him to be going along with this just for her sake; she knows that he likely won't, but she's nothing if not thorough when it comes to covering her bases. That's a hard-learned tactic pounded into her by her agent. ] Because if we're not on the same page here, I wanna call it quits right now.
[ But if they are on the same page... well. She won't mind taking her panties off and inviting him onto the bed. Not that she's gonna say that out loud, or anything, but she's definitely thinking it. ]
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I don't want your apology 'cause you won't get one for me either. For any of this.
[ he isn't sorry that they fucked. he's sorry that he hasn't fucked her again. they shared a certain chemistry that neither of them likely expected, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought about their interactions during one of his many sleepless nights. even the battle-hardened old man doesn't know how to resist the erection that pins against his legs when those thoughts appear, and he's sure he's jerked himself off several times by now to erase the images for at least a few hours.
now here they are, Hana with very little clothing and in close proximity to that of himself. he's all ears for when she tells him what she wants, and his nostrils flare up to let out a puff of hot air in the form of a snort. the gall on this girl. she isn't shy about going all-in with her bets, but he can only imagine that she feels she doesn't have much to lose at this point. credit where credit is due and all that jazz. ]
... Okay. Just you, though? Trying to, what, claim me as yours only? Sounding awfully territorial..
[ note how he hasn't rejected her "proposal" just yet, though. he stops the motions against her jaw so that he can help clean up her appearance, sucking on his thumb for the briefest of moments before wiping it underneath each eye to help clean any tears that have stained against her skin. once again... probably too fatherly for his own good, but this is his way of showing affection. she has to either take it or leave it. ]
I want this to be the part where you shut the hell up and come sit on my lap.
[ he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head just a tad, staring into her eyes with a challenging glint, almost as if he stole the one she always has prepared for him. whatever will she do now? ]
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Though Hana's mind is focused on their current discussion, her body betrays her as it continues to prime itself for what it feels is inevitable: she's completely in tune with his movements, her skin patching hotly with want now that she's done actively being angry at him. Its reaction to Jack's presence is chemical, primal; even when he huffs in response to her demands, her eyes watch him hungrily, eager for some sort of agreement so she can jump him without hesitation.
At this point, she feels primed like a hair trigger, ready to burst. Even if he tells her that all he wants is to fuck her with no strings attached, it likely won't stop her from hopping on his cock again. So imagine her delight when he doesn't outright reject her request, her eyes practically gleaming even as he does the paternal thing and starts to clean up her appearance. Part of Hana vaguely wonders why he insists on fixing up what he's going to wreck in short order anyway, but she doesn't complain. She only leans into his touch, her heart leaping into her throat as she watches his tongue dart out to smooth against the pad of his thumb. ]
If it makes you feel better, think of it as a health thing. Less partners means less chances of diseases, right? [ She manages a lopsided smirk in return to the challenging look in his eye. ] But yes. It's kind of territorial, I guess.
[ She punctuates her words by getting onto her knees, rooting her hands on the arm rests of the chair he's currently sitting in. She doesn't clamber onto his lap, not immediately; instead, she breathes softly against his lips, brushing her mouth against them while willing her heart to stop racing. This is what she's wanted for weeks, and it's sitting right in front of her; while she isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, hesitation grips her at the last second.
She watches his face silently before she takes a deep breath, sliding off of the edge of the mattress and bracketing his thighs with her own. Bringing her arms up around his neck for support, she settles down into his lap, warm and soft, not tearing her gaze from his. A small part of her wonders if she's going to regret it. The larger part tells her she likely doesn't care if she does. ]
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[ god, what tsunderes. she performs the role much better than himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to play the act up. Hana may have been able to squeeze a "sorry" out of him if she had controlled herself and chose her words better. does it seem like she particularly cares at this juncture? no. upon further investigation, Jack is starting to get the idea that she just wanted to get that out of the way so that she can go back to pining for him and hoping that it's not unrequited. being that he has just invited her to join Jack within his personal bubble, she shouldn't have too much difficulty piecing that all together. ]
Just say you want my cock to yourself and move on with it. [ and whatever else that comes with it, feelings or no. neither of them have found the proper solution as to what they can call the idea of them as an item, but his appearance in her room today has at least answered one of her concerns. he's not ready to call it quits between them altogether. not yet. no way, no how. ] What's the... what's the word that's used a lot these days? Thirsty? Yeah, sounds 'bout right.
[ hardy har har. grandpa's calling you out, girly. he quiets down when she does the same, lips teased by the softness of her own before she properly mounts him as requested. the computer chair makes for her to get in nice and close so that her legs can get through the arm rests, and he is reminded of how bare her legs feel when they're virtually wrapped around the chair. as her arms go around his neck, he does the same to her hips, draping his fingers along the dip of her back where the patch of skin between her panties and shirt is revealed. ]
Kiss me if you want it so much. You're the pilot and you're in the cockpit, ― [ PUN INTENDED. ] ― so show me what the big deal is.
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I'm not giving you the satisfaction. [ She snaps, punctuating her words with a grind of her hips. She's happy to have him here beneath her, regardless of what her expression communicates. 76 is hard and sturdy beneath her, unyielding as he's always been. Hana takes comfort and pleasure in the feeling of him against her body, and her desire only spikes as the thin fabric of her panties does little to nothing to buffer the way he feels against her. ] Who's thirsty? I'm not the one making demands here.
[ Except she totally was. Her chair creaks beneath their combined weight but holds steady, her legs easily slipping through the openings beneath the arm rests. The fabric of his pants is rough against her bare flesh, but she revels in it; his fingers, similarly, feel calloused and warm against her back. ]
Sounds kind of like you're desperate. [ She breathes, leaning in close and nudging the tip of his nose with hers. Her eyes still sting from crying, but she acts for all the world like she hasn't shed a tear in years. ] You bark orders and talk such a big game, but really, you're dying for me to kiss you. That's the big deal, Jack. [ She accents her words with soft ghosts of her lips against the corners of his mouth and his cheeks, silently egging him on. ]
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[ no satisfaction will be provided, she says, as her hips are already working in a wave-like motion against his groin. he wonders if this is a matter of her getting over her issues with him or just accepting that she wants sex more than arguing with each other like they were long-term lovers. either way he looks at it, it's funny. they went from cold to hot in just seconds. Jack supposes that is always better than more tears and screaming. ]
But you are. You demanded you wanted more and only with you. Forgot already?
[ he gets what she means but that doesn't mean he isn't going to go for a little payback and be the smartass for a change. it's not like she doesn't know that she was being a hypocrite or anything. not as she resumes an act that she has become skilled at: goading. instead of actually kissing him, her breath is on his face with her lips merely teasing the prospect of actually doing so. she keeps whispering and he is seconds from disrupting the nest she has made in his lap to throw her onto the bed. but she would like that. Jack can't have her enjoying herself too much. she's going to have to work for it. ]
You might think about dialing it down a few notches. Maybe more than a few. [ desperate. hah. she will be shown desperate when he reaches around and shoves his hands underneath Hana's underwear, fingers sinking deep into her ass as it sticks out from her position in the chair. he lifts her up and into his hands, something she can't be all too surprised by anymore, pushing her closer so that their mouths close over one another.
he has to do all the work, it seems. even if he's mad at himself for letting her sucker him into initiating the kiss, he is far from upset at the kiss itself. this is shown by the way he possessively claims her body with the deep gropes and squeezes of his palms into her flesh, finally making the both of them shut up and do what they have obviously wanted to do again over the past two weeks. ]
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Her affection for him is constantly overridden by her want of him, and even that is muted by the smartass comments that constantly tumble from her lips every time he opens his. ]
I don't see you arguing. [ She retorts, giving a soft bark of laughter at what he says next. ] Since when have I ever dialed anything down? [ Hana bites back a groan as his hands find her rear, and she doesn't have time to fully parse the feeling of his mouth against his before she's kissing him back, hungrily, all heat and teeth and salt.
She practically shudders in his grasp as he gives in to him, a deep well of gratification forming somewhere south of her ribcage. Her teeth lightly rake against his bottom lip as his hands do their work on her ass, the soft flesh pillowing out around the indentations of his fingers. She moans deeply against his lips, the sound reverberating where their mouths are joined even as her tongue teases against his teeth, half-seeking entry. Hana crooks one of the arms that she has draped across his shoulders in order to tangle her fingers in the short hairs at the back of Jack's head, slanting her mouth in order to deepen the kiss further.
Even she had to admit: this is pretty thirsty behavior. ]
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if all of them end up turning out into a scenario similar to now, with Hana mounting him and their lips crashing together like the fiercest of waves? okay. Jack can deal with some yelling at crying for the greater good. maybe that isn't the best of mindsets, but really, neither of them are capable of judging each other at this point. as the seconds tick on and their kiss naturally deepens, it won't be longer before they are hardly even thinking of the two weeks that led to now. at least it'll make the sex all the better! ]
―Got tired of arguing. I'm looking for something else. [ he speaks just as he pries his mouth off of her own, already breathing heavily from the amount of exertion between the two of them in such little time. she was close to eating his face from how deeply she pushed into him, lips already red from the abrupt level of attention. Jack squeezes her ass one last time before he pulls out from her underwear, instead grabbing the crotch of them from behind as he simply tugs. up it goes, wedging between her cheeks and grinding against the lips of her pussy. he's sure the visual of her backside poking out from the end of the chair would be quite nice, but alas, he will settle with Hana's face as he does such a daring thing. ] And I'm thinkin'... I'm thinkin' it's along the lines of what you want yourself.
[ looks like they found something else to agree with! how nice. his wrist pulls up higher, tightening the constriction of her panties rubbing harshly into her skin. it's a good thing that he can safely assume she's gotten at least damp between her legs, if only because of how much she wanted him before realizing it was a realistic conclusion to their fight. having his large hands take hold of her has to help accelerate that process, he would hope. ]
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Or perhaps it speaks volumes of how terrible her impulse control actually is. She can't resist him, and she's known from the beginning that the path they've chosen is a terrible and unforgiving one. Hana's thought about the scandal that would erupt should the media catch hold of their little affair, but even that seems to pale in comparison to the way they will fare together internally. As much as she wants to focus on the physicality of their relationship, she knows that it can't last that way. Fights like this are, indeed, on the horizon if they carry on this way, and while she feigns ignorance, Hana knows that she can't ignore it for long.
"For long" is, gratefully, still a ways away, however. And she's nothing if not an opportunist. ]
Yeah? Is this the real reason why you came here, then? [ She murmurs as he breaks the kiss, her mind reeling as she takes in a deep gulp of air. She'd kissed him until she was dizzy, the absence of his mouth's warmth causing a dull ache to throb between her legs. The hand in his hair slides downwards as if she isn't sure where she wants to touch first, opting to trail down his shoulders, over his bicep, and towards his chest. Leaning down, she presses a hot, suckling kiss beneath 76's jaw, inhaling sharply as his hand hikes her panties between the lips of her pussy. She's so slick and hot-- she has been since he entered the room, if she's honest-- and the feeling of the fabric bunching and harshly curving against her clit is enough to cause her to bear her hips down against the sensation. ]
Since when have you ever cared about what I want? [ She snaps, a bit of heat that has nothing to do with her arousal entering her voice. Hana's aware that this is his way of making nice, but she can't help herself as her teeth graze the flesh of his neck, her tongue laving against it to taste the salt of his skin. She presses her tits against his chest, arching her back in order to give him easier access to where she wants the most attention. The feeling of her panties biting into her pussy drags a moan past her lips as she rocks her ass against the taut strip of fabric being held in place by his fingers. It feels good, yes, but it's barely enough, and she nips hard at his earlobe in complaint. ]
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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.
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Hana gives a soft cry as her panties are pulled further along her slit, her arousal more than evident as it soaks the strained fabric. The soft flesh of her pussy protests as the bite of the fabric slides harshly against her outer lips, but the last thing Hana wants is for him to stop. Her fingernails curl into the fabric of his jacket even as he pulls her to face him, causing her to whimper in protest.
His words cause her heart to leap into her throat in spite of herself, her arousal momentarily forgotten as her stomach flutters. Her eyes widen to hear him speak so frankly, and heat that has nothing to do with her desire patches at the skin of her face, dusting it pink. For some reason, she feels like she wants to cry again, and her lip quivers. God, it's so corny, but hearing him say that makes her want to crush her lips against his again, kissing him until she's lightheaded. It's just as she's about to that he pushes her off of him and onto the mattress, causing her to make a strangled noise.
Her heart pounds in her ears as he occupies the space between her parted legs, her face and chest flushing as she watches him. Her throat is dry, suddenly, and her lungs can't seem to fill with quite enough air. When he suspends himself over her, she watches him in silence, struggling to regain herself.
How inept can she be? Getting excited because he said he cared, explicitly? Hana busies herself with tearing her shirt off over her head, managing a shaky smile. ]
Y-Yeah. [ Lame. Lame lame lame lame. The only thing Hana wants to do is drown herself in him, but her mind already races with possibility, even as her hands feverishly work to undo whatever buckles or clasps that hold his clothes together. Her hands are deft in spite of the way her fingers tremble, giddiness causing her vision to swirl. There was always the dropship after a mission. Or the broom closet? Or maybe one of the abandoned Watchpoints-- ]
Okay. [ Wow, she's on a roll today. Where are her quips? Where is her smart mouth? She sounds smaller than she'd intended. Struggling to keep her cool, Hana's gaze flickers up to his. ] I'm planning to enjoy you everywhere else, too, after this. [ It's still lame, but far better than the meek virginal role she'd suddenly assumed. Leaning up on her elbows, she presses another hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck that she'd neglected earlier, her thighs parting in order to better accommodate him on the mattress. ] Like on that table in the safehouse in Dorado-- [ She pauses, her breath stuttering slightly as she slides her tongue along his skin again. ] Or the arcade in Hanamura-- [ Hana makes a mewling noise, desperate as she squirms beneath him. ]
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he still has no clue as to what they are, exactly, but he knows at least that much. it's a start in the right direction. or wrong. very wrong, depending on how you want to look at it.
Jack will happily settle with doing nothing but stare, watching as Hana just breaks down into just one word sentences whilst tearing her shirt off like she couldn't breathe with it still on. he seems pleased with himself, even if he would want nothing more than to just bury his hips down into her exposed crotch for some semblance of relief. when she begins to work on getting his own clothes off with an equal amount of desperation, he comes to the realization that he didn't have to do much if he so chooses. too bad he's not the type to have idle hands. ]
You're forgetting the Deadlock Gang's bar at Route 66. It's a good thing I've been thinking about it, too.
[ he isn't shy about looking down to see her breasts, either clad in a bra or nothing at all. regardless of what may be there, Jack finally becomes proactive, allowing both palms to glide their way up her now bare stomach to squeeze underneath the cups of both tits. with her spreading her legs wider, he finally drops his weight down and gives what the both of them want, grinding the inevitable bulge in his pants into her. ]
―and why the hell do you think I'll allow Hanamura? I'm not gonna deal with you playing Siege Mode 3 while fucking you from behind.
[ there is a glint of humor in his voice as he presses his stubble into her neck for a change, biting his teeth down into the skin that has probably been healed of its previous marks for only a few days now. the movements in his lower half continue, pushing as firmly as he can even when his pants block much of the friction. she won't have much trouble sizing him up either way. ]
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Hana has even less of an idea as to what they are, but knowing that he actually cares about her speaks leaps and bounds. Barring the obvious questionable moral standpoints of their current arrangement, Hana feels like she's scaled an invisible wall, bringing her closer to 76 than she had been previously.
Though his words have practically put her over the moon, the incessant ache between her thighs grounds her, bringing her back to herself as she watches his face. He looks pleased as ever, and she buries her face into his neck to keep herself from taunting him about it, not wanting to ruin the moment. She succeeds at undoing his pants and hiking his shirt halfway up his back before he speaks again, sending a shudder through her body. ]
But it's so grimy there, [ She murmurs, though in her heart of hearts she knows she doesn't care. They could probably do a lot of interesting things on those bar stools, and didn't the place have a pool table? She wasn't entirely sure if the Deadlock Gang still frequented the place; it'd always been empty when she'd gone. She'd just assumed they had any number of other safehouses that they rotated between. For all she knew, they could have an audience if they acted out their plan. She moans as his hands find the underside of her exposed breasts, grateful that she'd decided that wearing a bra would be a chore on her day off. Her skin is soft and warm against his calloused palms, filling his hands and pillowing slightly between his fingers. ]
Mmmmmn, but imagine how satisfying it'll be for me to beat my high score with your cock inside me-- [ She groans as he grinds into her, prompting her to bite her bottom lip and raise her ass up to meet him. He feels hot and hard even through the rough material of his pants, and desire spikes hotly in her gut at the prospect. Hana giggles softly as his teeth find her neck, expelling a soft, satisfied sigh. The bruise had purpled for a few days before going yellow, fading completely only a few days before this. She was happy for him leaving another mark in its stead, however, and she seeks to return the favor as she nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck again. ]
Or the hangar in-- nnn-- Volskaya? It'll be cold but-- [ She gives another rough, suckling bite at the pinking flesh of his neck, seeking to leave behind a hickey or two as her mouth roves over it. ] -- Kinda romantic, if we decide to use one of the residences... They have really nice c-couches... [ She curses softly under her breath as he grinds into her, her hands eagerly undoing his pants and attempting to push them down his thighs. ]
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that icon is illegal
unlike sex between these two
this is the most legal activity they can engage in
i'm back
i am also back, WELCOME BACK
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wow when did the picture to this thread change