[ 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. ]
[ Jack dips his upper half down to allow her more access into pulling his shirt off and over his shoulders. when it's gone and tossed onto the bed, floor, wherever she decides to release it, she will see him bare for the first time. as expected of him, old wounds immediately welcome the inevitable eyes that look down to shape his body. bullet holes decorate his torso and pecs. evidence of a knife having done work on him is seen in the form of lines running down his abs and across his belly button, going as far as to the v-bone that has become exposed thanks to Hana's continued efforts in stripping him of everything as soon as possible.
once upon a time, he didn't like showing reminders of fights that he didn't always win to people, especially those that he had become close to. often enough they would feel guilt and pity him for the experiences that he had to have been put through in order to receive the scars in the first place. now? Jack doesn't care. there's many more on his back and his thighs, and if he has his way, he will receive more. Hana will just have to learn to deal with providing temporary marks on him similar to the ones he leaves in his wake. ]
Because a club is so much better. Right.
[ he would be so close to rolling his eyes if it weren't for her still bringing up other locations. Jack shouldn't be enabling her into thinking that sex in their very open safehouses is a good idea, but... it's an interesting enough thought. when she brings up Volskaya, he parts his lips to speak but nothing comes out. nothing except for a sharp inhale of breath as her teeth work to return the favor, sucking hard and bringing the blood up to the surface. his hands on her tits squeeze harder until he lets go, slowly dragging his groin away from her to pull down a few inches. ]
I guess that would work. You're not worried you would start nipping?
[ emphasis on the fact that his lips are now sucking on one of her said nipples. it's the first time he's seen them naked, even if the dress at the club was a poor excuse at trying to keep her in check. other than a few gropes and squeezes when fucking her, he had never been able to put a proper amount of attention to her cute, perky shape. his lips kiss against the stiffening peak before his teeth catch hold against it, canine scraping along the side to entice sharp pangs of pleasure mixed with the briefest levels of pain. that pain may spike a bit when he tugs it back, releasing it with a resounding suck as his hand works to tweak the lonelier of the two with both index and forefinger.
she'll notice that he's since palmed his pants down to his ankles along with his underwear, kicking them all off along with his shoes. wow, an entirely naked Jack Morrison in Hana Song's bed. this took a quick turn. he pulls back with a wet pop and bites at the inside of her cleavage once and then twice, looking up to her from his almost-prone position. it's certainly a unique angle of the man that was usually standing tall above her. ]
Let's keep your mind focused on right now, though. Think you can do that for me?
[ Hana's grateful for the assist, and her eyes greedily drink in the new, foreign territory that her actions have uncovered. She'd expected scars, but almost the entirety of Jack's torso is comprised of scar tissue, and her eyebrows knit together for a split second. She doesn't coo in sympathy or shed any tears, but she drags her gaze up to his face, gently bringing a palm that had been resting at the waist of his pants to warm against his cheek.
She wonders if her body will look that way too, once her battles are over. While it's easy to imagine that she'll continue fighting until her body gives way, thoughts of a civilian life somewhere down the line are nice. Like a beacon in the middle of a snowstorm. When she studies Jack's scars, his actual age weighs heavy upon her, and in a moment of tenderness she traces them with her other hand. Here is a man who's seen his fair share of war and strife. It's easy for her to focus on how hot she finds him and how thrilling it is to defy him, but when she sees him like this, laid bare with nothing between them, Hana can't help but want to memorize the ghost of every injury that mars his skin. He works so hard to protect his comrades-- the entire world, really-- and this is just part of the price he's paid.
She's almost embarrassed. Her body is unmarked in comparison, her skin an expanse of smooth, pale flesh with only the tiniest scars from childhood to speak of. Her face, her agent has often said, is one of her best assets, so any injury that it suffers is treated almost immediately and only with the most cutting edge technology. The part of her with something to prove resents this practice, but she understands it from a logical standpoint. She needs to remain marketable. ]
Right. [ She sneers in response, unable to stop the giggle that bubbles up in the back of her throat. She supposes that it's silly to complain about the dinginess of a bar when she and Jack first became intimate with eachother in a hallway and a public restroom. She returns her attentions to the mark that she's worrying against his neck, reveling in the way his hands feel as they encircle her bare tits. Her hips roll almost lazily up against the shape of his cock that's straining against the front of his pants, and she hums, low and disappointed, when he pulls away. ]
You'd be there to keep me warm. I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. [ She takes a shuddering breath as his lips encircle the tender bud of her nipple, one of her hands cupping the side of his face as he works her over. His teeth only serve to make her arch her back up into his mouth, eager for more as her thighs come up to frame his sides. If she was wet before, she's practically dripping now, the sight of him doing nothing to abate the desire steadily coiling its way up her spine. The sting of his teeth tugging her skin does little more than cause her to moan, low and appreciative, as her feet slide along the surface of the sheets.
Though he may be stark naked, Hana marvels at how his lack of clothing does nothing in terms of making him look vulnerable. He still completely covers her body as she lays beneath him, and desire dusts her skin red as she sucks in a breath through her teeth when he looks up to her face. She knows that his teeth will leave marks all over her skin, and she couldn't be happier about it. ]
... Yes. [ The syllable comes out in a hoarse half-whisper as she watches him, the hand cupping his face gently sliding upwards into his hair. She strokes the shock of white that she finds there, her thumb dipping low in order to smooth over his lower lip as her body tenses underneath him, anticipatory. She was running out of places to suggest, anyway, and watching him is making it much harder to focus. ]
[ if Jack has his way, she'll keep her body as clean and without scars as the day she had joined his team. being a genetically modified soldier meant his sole purpose was to get knocked down and stand right back up. in his younger days, when the serum running through his veins was still fresh, the only damage from a battle that lasted was of a mental kind. now he has to deal with both, and there is no reason why he would want to see Hana thinking they were nothing but badges of honor. there is more to her life than battle and saving the day. she was still a kid who liked having fun, as their second romp makes painfully clear.
she can feel free to touch him as she sees fit, though. he understands that his body being displayed accordingly will yield a certain amount of interest, and it would be ignorant of him to make her think it's not okay to look. if Jack has the opportunity of seeing her sprawled out on the bed, legs spread with her pussy barely covered and her tits out in the open, it is only fair. she will eventually be blessed with the hung size of his cock protruding from his legs, but that view is obscured when he's pressing it down into the bed in favor of sucking on her tits.
a thin trail of spit breaks off between her swollen nub and his lips as he pulls his head back, looking up while his tongue still takes a few swipes against it. ] Glad to see you're warming up to me. Thought you would stay mad at me the whole time. [ and he is actually glad that she has decided to soften up. he wouldn't have minded fucking her until she got her act together, but her willingness is always appreciated. Jack kind of enjoys the contrast of her soft fingertips against his rough features, the gentleness she applies even as she had been virtually devouring his neck. it is an even bigger victory when he somehow gets her to agree without any retaliatory remark. ]
I'm gonna go down on you. Consider it the closest thing you'll get to an apology.
[ not that he's doing it as an obligation or anything. that would be the farthest thing from the truth. he has been curious as to how she's tasted straight from the source instead of just what was on her fingers when working inside of his mouth. she deserves a treat for the work she had put onto his cock above all else. so without further ado, she'll find the weight in her lower half lift up from the bed as both hands have released her breath to squeeze underneath her shapely thighs. they're pushed back at the knees until she's suddenly scrunched up and underneath him, and with Jack crawling down lower, her mound is just inches from her.
the scent of her arousal is evident and the dampness in her underwear has turned the fabric a few shades darker. he doesn't give her enough time to properly register what he was about to do. before she can even summon up the words to respond to his spontaneous plan of action, his tongue repeats its similar motions to toying with her breasts except applied directly to her cunt. he takes a strong lick or three, all before Jack's teeth bite down carefully enough to avoid her lips. for now. her panties are what he is focused on, sucking them into his mouth as he encloses it around her groin. the sound of her juices seeping through her clothing and into his mouth can be heard as his nails dig into her skin to keep Hana hoisted in her position, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks even harder.
[ Hana's heard snippets, of course, of the "soldier enhancement program" from the days of the omnic crisis. Majority of the program's details are kept under lock and key, but she knows that Jack had been a part of it at some point, so it sort of makes sense that his body looks like it took the beating of a lifetime. Her palm warms against the curves and lines of his scars, smoothing over raised scar tissue and the dips of his muscles beneath them. It's painfully intimate in a way that she scarcely knows how to deal with; Hana almost feels like she's snuck into someone's room and read their diary. She vaguely wonders if people still keep diaries, and surmises that if they do, Jack certainly isn't among them.
She hums appreciatively at the sight of him attentively playing with her chest and she catches her lower lip with her teeth, squirming slightly underneath him. Watching his lips move against her is almost as erotic as watching his fat cock push in and out of her, and she slides her thighs further up his sides, crooking her knees on either side of him. ]
It's hard to be mad when you're being so nice to me. [ She tilts her head and smiles, somehow managing to look cheeky even when her face is flushed with want. She continues the gentle slither of her fingertips, slowly winding her way up the curve of his shoulders in order to trace along his jawline. It's nice to see him in proper lighting, without the deafening pound of the bass ricocheting in her skull. She wants to memorize the lines of his face, the set of his jaw. She's almost able to forget the hot, soaking ache of her half-clothed pussy until he speaks again, her tender train of thought derailing and hurtling off the edge of a cliff and derailing. ]
[ Through the blurry haze of her renewed lust, Hana finds it in herself to mock his warning her first, goading him for his lack of spontaneity. Just as her lips part, however, she isn't given any time to react to her ass being hauled into the air, her thighs parted and held aloft as Jack brings his mouth to her dripping pussy, pressing the flat of his tongue along the length of her slit.
Oh. Fuck.
The shuddering moan that escapes Hana's lips is louder than she'd intended, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath the both of them. Jack's tongue drags loud, stuttering groans from her, the muscles of her thighs tensing as he brings his teeth into the equation, bracing them against the fabric of her slickened panties as he sucks her pussy through them. Heat coils and liquefies between her cunt lips as his mouth moves against her, her hips moving greedily against his lips even in her compromised position. Her pussy twitches and throbs beneath his attentions, leaving her shaking and needy.
It's safe to say that she accepts his apology, if the way she half-sobs his name is any indication. ]
[ ah, yes. this is much better. if she's going to be loud and rambunctious about something, he would rather it be because his mouth was now wrapped around the vast majority of her pussy. she's expectantly surprised at the burst of agility on his end, using his experience in both CQC and more bedroom-related matters to ensure she was safely gripped by his calloused hands so that her pussy was brought to him. it would have been too typical to just slide down to his knees and go down on her like so. he wants to take advantage of her long legs in anyway that he can.
Hana will get to memorize every little part of his face as he diligently moves his jaw against her. the only parts she won't be able to study would be what is currently obscured by her mound smothering into him. at least she will be able to tell that he does, in fact, quite enjoy the taste of her arousal when it's coming straight from her pussy by the low, muffled moans that leave him. even if her panties are still in the way, he is able to absorb a liberal amount through her clothing to swallow down. with the amount of effort he's putting forth in the half minute that's since passed, she may very well believe Jack had the intention of doing this before he even set foot into her room. no one needs to know that but Jack, however.
his teeth catch her garment yet again, this time giving a jerk of his head to pull them as far as he could to the side and away from her exposed sex. she can always feel free to assist in where he can't if she would like. whether or not she decides to do anything with her panties, he gets to where he wants by seeing the puffy outline of her pussylips glistening with juices that stick to her skin. the flat of his tongue is already working on correcting that, hoping to replace the sticky fluid with his spit instead. he presses himself firmly into her, swirling the muscle inside of his mouth around to push past the aforementioned lips and towards the pinkness that lies in between.
Jack's nails are tight and sharp against her skin before he glides them up, grabbing her entirely by the crease behind each knee and testing her flexibility. both of them are close to hitting the bed itself before he lets up, giving her the opportunity to get settled into such a revealing position in an even less amount of time. when he pulls back, he gives one last resounding suck, bringing her lips with him and watching as they slowly draw back into place. ]
This is... hah, this is what you wanted, right? [ he pushes her into answering by collecting the mixture of spit and juices against the base of his tongue, all before spitting it out into a thick glob that splatters down against her cunt. his tongue takes a swipe from the bottom to the top, pulling it back into his mouth to swallow. ] I know it ain't sucking my cock or anything, but you'll learn to enjoy.
[ "learn to enjoy", he says. as if she isn't a trembling mess of moans. he softens up for the next few moments, opting to kiss his sticky lips against the inside of her thigh, trailing down with a bite every now and again before he is back on her pussy. the kisses persist, focusing especially on the hood of her clit as he just barely lets his tongue flick the tip against her for small jolts of pleasure. maybe she's just now finding out, but there is one thing in particular that Jack especially enjoys when it comes to sex ― eating someone out. apparently he likes to give more than some minor healing in the battlefield. who would have thought. ]
[ Hana isn't entirely sure if she's ever felt this good in the entire life. Waves of pleasure roll straight from her groin, prompting her to curl her toes and take deep, shuddering breaths. She feels impossibly hot as Jack moves his mouth over her panties, his grasp on her legs firm and unmoving. She can't do much in her prone position aside from take it, and while she'd usually like to take a more proactive role in bed, she's more than happy to relish in the feeling of his tongue tracing her firmly through the fabric of her soaked panties.
His moans reverberate against her skin, sending vibrations straight to her clit and causing her to moan with increased vigor. Hana can't tell if it's been a minute or an hour; every stroke of his tongue sends flames licking at the base of her spine. When he pulls at her panties with his teeth, Hana reaches down to assist as best she can, hooking the soaked garment with a finger in order to push it around the curve of her mound. She looks down at his face, flushed and breathless, as he runs his tongue up the length of her sex.
God, where did he learn to do that? Hana can only vaguely wonder this before his tongue is delving between her petals, causing her to writhe in his firm grasp. Her head tilts back and her eyes flutter shut as a loud moan rolls past her lips, her hips pressing forward into his mouth as the tip of his tongue slides against her most sensitive areas.
She feels turned inside out, laid bare and vulnerable. The hand not holding her underwear in place moves to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to muffle the noises she makes as he tilts her further backwards, exposing all of her. The ache of muscles rarely stretched this far back dully registers as Hana's breath hitches in her throat, the sudden absence of his mouth commanding her full attention.
Her eyes open half-mast as her eyebrows knit together, her lips forming a soft, needy moan. ]
D-Don't stop, [ She half-pleads, shuddering as she feels the warm mixture of juices slide down the length of her pussy. She can't find it in her to be irreverent. Not when he has her posed so lewdly. ] It... It feels so good--
[ Hana whimpers as his mouth finds her thigh, returning to her sex and causing her to draw a stuttering breath. The little flicks of his tongue against her clit cause her to jerk beneath him, unable to move from such a compromising position even though she desperately wants to. The stimulation is almost too much for her as her hands find the bedsheets again, curling into them for support. She feels so close, dancing along the knife-edge of her climax, and every searing stroke of his tongue causes pleasure to spike hot and unrelenting in her gut. ]
J-Jack, I'm--!
[ Hana doesn't have time to finish her sentence as his tongue finishes her, her inner walls greedily contracting as she comes undone. ]
[ he'd be flattered to know that newly opened doors of pleasure await Hana when his tongue begins to put some work into tasting her. Jack has to know to a certain extent ― with the way she's responding so favorably, there is no denying that she is getting off to this gruff, hardboiled soldier of a man's efforts. literally, because her juices are pouring into his mouth to the point where it gets hard to open his mouth from how thickly glazed his insides have become. she pushed through those kinds of obstacles when sucking his cock, so he will happily return the favor.
the fact that she still tries to grind her hips and pussy down onto his face even from the position that she's been forced into says a thing or two as well. it is cute as fuck to see that she chooses now of all times to try and control her volume, as if the constant screaming about how he had fucked her into a bathroom sink wasn't just a thing that had happened minutes ago. any sore muscles will get a gentle rubdown after this is all said and done, for once, as opposed to 76 making for a quick exit that would just lead to a very similar interaction between the two in the future. for now? she best believe she's going to be feeling some stiffness in the midst of all of the endorphin running wild within.
apparently the clit is a weak spot. while an understatement considering that it is her clit, he didn't expect to draw such a response. her pleading voice rings in his ears as he continues to work the sensitive little button with his tongue laving against it. no more than a few seconds tick on before he can feel the inevitable tightening in all of her muscles, from her legs squeezing down on his hands resting at the back of her knee, to her thighs desperately trying to close around his head to no avail. even as she falls apart into a mess of moans and twitches in her hips, his face shakes from left to right, smothering himself into her and accepting that she is absolutely wrecking his face with her juices.
he resists the urge to push her through an immediate second orgasm and instead leaves it with one last lick. it's a particularly long drag, this one ― starting much lower than her pussy. with her revealing position and her panties having been pulled to the side, his eyes did catch brief glimpses of the hole underneath. the ring of muscle was cute and naturally tight, and he can't help the prospect of teasing her by dragging his organ against it, trailing up and across the surface of her cunt before pulling back. only then is she gently brought back down to the bed, giving her a few moments of precious rest. ]
Thanks for lettin' me know I still got it. You don't... get eaten out too much, do you.
[ he says with his scars now plastered with her fluids and the back of his hand working to begin wiping his mouth clean. Jack's going to be remembering how she tastes for weeks. ]
[ Jack's efforts are more than appreciated; Hana's had a tongue between her thighs before, but usually in the form of either an inexperienced or unenthusiastic boyfriend looking to score brownie points to cash in on a later date. Jack's tongue feels like a religious experience as it slides against her, dragging shuddering moans and half-cries past her lips as her body completely gives into the feeling. The region between her legs feels like a warm, soaking mess, his saliva mingling with her juices and coursing wetly downward.
Volume control hadn't seemed so important when she'd been angry, but now that she feels like she's coming apart, the vague awareness that their comrades might be returning soon settles in at the back of her mind. Even if a small, possessive part of her wants people to hear, she knows that the prospect of anyone finding out about them is a markedly Bad idea. For all of her meager efforts, though, the hand muffling her voice does very little by way of silencing her as her moans and whimpers peak in volume with her climax. Hana can do little more than ride it out as Jack's mouth and tongue continue to work her over, left to right, sending sparks flying behind her eyes.
The haze of endorphins leaves Hana warm and dazed, but her attention is immediately commanded by the way Jack's mouth ventures southward, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. The feeling of his tongue dragging against the puckered hole causes her to shiver, the sensation foreign but not by any means unpleasant. Were she able to vocalize effectively past a few slurred words and needy whines, she'd have probably asked to explore that feeling further... but as it stands now, her pussy simply twitches and throbs in response to the stimulus, the now-familiar (but no less effective) feeling of his tongue sliding between her lips causing her to whimper needily. ]
N... Not like that, no. [ She manages to murmur breathlessly, relief flooding her protesting muscles as they're brought back down to the bed. She takes a few deep, open-mouthed breaths before sitting up and blearily grabbing her previously discarded (and conveniently located) shirt with the intent of helping him clean up. ]
Nnnn... Wait. [ She springs into action as soon as he lifts his hand up to clean at his mouth, leaning in to swipe her tongue along his lips before slanting her mouth against his, lightly sucking at his lower lip. It's her mess, so it's only fair that she's the one to clean it up, right? ]
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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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once upon a time, he didn't like showing reminders of fights that he didn't always win to people, especially those that he had become close to. often enough they would feel guilt and pity him for the experiences that he had to have been put through in order to receive the scars in the first place. now? Jack doesn't care. there's many more on his back and his thighs, and if he has his way, he will receive more. Hana will just have to learn to deal with providing temporary marks on him similar to the ones he leaves in his wake. ]
Because a club is so much better. Right.
[ he would be so close to rolling his eyes if it weren't for her still bringing up other locations. Jack shouldn't be enabling her into thinking that sex in their very open safehouses is a good idea, but... it's an interesting enough thought. when she brings up Volskaya, he parts his lips to speak but nothing comes out. nothing except for a sharp inhale of breath as her teeth work to return the favor, sucking hard and bringing the blood up to the surface. his hands on her tits squeeze harder until he lets go, slowly dragging his groin away from her to pull down a few inches. ]
I guess that would work. You're not worried you would start nipping?
[ emphasis on the fact that his lips are now sucking on one of her said nipples. it's the first time he's seen them naked, even if the dress at the club was a poor excuse at trying to keep her in check. other than a few gropes and squeezes when fucking her, he had never been able to put a proper amount of attention to her cute, perky shape. his lips kiss against the stiffening peak before his teeth catch hold against it, canine scraping along the side to entice sharp pangs of pleasure mixed with the briefest levels of pain. that pain may spike a bit when he tugs it back, releasing it with a resounding suck as his hand works to tweak the lonelier of the two with both index and forefinger.
she'll notice that he's since palmed his pants down to his ankles along with his underwear, kicking them all off along with his shoes. wow, an entirely naked Jack Morrison in Hana Song's bed. this took a quick turn. he pulls back with a wet pop and bites at the inside of her cleavage once and then twice, looking up to her from his almost-prone position. it's certainly a unique angle of the man that was usually standing tall above her. ]
Let's keep your mind focused on right now, though. Think you can do that for me?
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She wonders if her body will look that way too, once her battles are over. While it's easy to imagine that she'll continue fighting until her body gives way, thoughts of a civilian life somewhere down the line are nice. Like a beacon in the middle of a snowstorm. When she studies Jack's scars, his actual age weighs heavy upon her, and in a moment of tenderness she traces them with her other hand. Here is a man who's seen his fair share of war and strife. It's easy for her to focus on how hot she finds him and how thrilling it is to defy him, but when she sees him like this, laid bare with nothing between them, Hana can't help but want to memorize the ghost of every injury that mars his skin. He works so hard to protect his comrades-- the entire world, really-- and this is just part of the price he's paid.
She's almost embarrassed. Her body is unmarked in comparison, her skin an expanse of smooth, pale flesh with only the tiniest scars from childhood to speak of. Her face, her agent has often said, is one of her best assets, so any injury that it suffers is treated almost immediately and only with the most cutting edge technology. The part of her with something to prove resents this practice, but she understands it from a logical standpoint. She needs to remain marketable. ]
Right. [ She sneers in response, unable to stop the giggle that bubbles up in the back of her throat. She supposes that it's silly to complain about the dinginess of a bar when she and Jack first became intimate with eachother in a hallway and a public restroom. She returns her attentions to the mark that she's worrying against his neck, reveling in the way his hands feel as they encircle her bare tits. Her hips roll almost lazily up against the shape of his cock that's straining against the front of his pants, and she hums, low and disappointed, when he pulls away. ]
You'd be there to keep me warm. I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. [ She takes a shuddering breath as his lips encircle the tender bud of her nipple, one of her hands cupping the side of his face as he works her over. His teeth only serve to make her arch her back up into his mouth, eager for more as her thighs come up to frame his sides. If she was wet before, she's practically dripping now, the sight of him doing nothing to abate the desire steadily coiling its way up her spine. The sting of his teeth tugging her skin does little more than cause her to moan, low and appreciative, as her feet slide along the surface of the sheets.
Though he may be stark naked, Hana marvels at how his lack of clothing does nothing in terms of making him look vulnerable. He still completely covers her body as she lays beneath him, and desire dusts her skin red as she sucks in a breath through her teeth when he looks up to her face. She knows that his teeth will leave marks all over her skin, and she couldn't be happier about it. ]
... Yes. [ The syllable comes out in a hoarse half-whisper as she watches him, the hand cupping his face gently sliding upwards into his hair. She strokes the shock of white that she finds there, her thumb dipping low in order to smooth over his lower lip as her body tenses underneath him, anticipatory. She was running out of places to suggest, anyway, and watching him is making it much harder to focus. ]
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she can feel free to touch him as she sees fit, though. he understands that his body being displayed accordingly will yield a certain amount of interest, and it would be ignorant of him to make her think it's not okay to look. if Jack has the opportunity of seeing her sprawled out on the bed, legs spread with her pussy barely covered and her tits out in the open, it is only fair. she will eventually be blessed with the hung size of his cock protruding from his legs, but that view is obscured when he's pressing it down into the bed in favor of sucking on her tits.
a thin trail of spit breaks off between her swollen nub and his lips as he pulls his head back, looking up while his tongue still takes a few swipes against it. ] Glad to see you're warming up to me. Thought you would stay mad at me the whole time. [ and he is actually glad that she has decided to soften up. he wouldn't have minded fucking her until she got her act together, but her willingness is always appreciated. Jack kind of enjoys the contrast of her soft fingertips against his rough features, the gentleness she applies even as she had been virtually devouring his neck. it is an even bigger victory when he somehow gets her to agree without any retaliatory remark. ]
I'm gonna go down on you. Consider it the closest thing you'll get to an apology.
[ not that he's doing it as an obligation or anything. that would be the farthest thing from the truth. he has been curious as to how she's tasted straight from the source instead of just what was on her fingers when working inside of his mouth. she deserves a treat for the work she had put onto his cock above all else. so without further ado, she'll find the weight in her lower half lift up from the bed as both hands have released her breath to squeeze underneath her shapely thighs. they're pushed back at the knees until she's suddenly scrunched up and underneath him, and with Jack crawling down lower, her mound is just inches from her.
the scent of her arousal is evident and the dampness in her underwear has turned the fabric a few shades darker. he doesn't give her enough time to properly register what he was about to do. before she can even summon up the words to respond to his spontaneous plan of action, his tongue repeats its similar motions to toying with her breasts except applied directly to her cunt. he takes a strong lick or three, all before Jack's teeth bite down carefully enough to avoid her lips. for now. her panties are what he is focused on, sucking them into his mouth as he encloses it around her groin. the sound of her juices seeping through her clothing and into his mouth can be heard as his nails dig into her skin to keep Hana hoisted in her position, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks even harder.
it's one hell of an apology, what can he say. ]
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She hums appreciatively at the sight of him attentively playing with her chest and she catches her lower lip with her teeth, squirming slightly underneath him. Watching his lips move against her is almost as erotic as watching his fat cock push in and out of her, and she slides her thighs further up his sides, crooking her knees on either side of him. ]
It's hard to be mad when you're being so nice to me. [ She tilts her head and smiles, somehow managing to look cheeky even when her face is flushed with want. She continues the gentle slither of her fingertips, slowly winding her way up the curve of his shoulders in order to trace along his jawline. It's nice to see him in proper lighting, without the deafening pound of the bass ricocheting in her skull. She wants to memorize the lines of his face, the set of his jaw. She's almost able to forget the hot, soaking ache of her half-clothed pussy until he speaks again, her tender train of thought derailing and hurtling off the edge of a cliff and derailing. ]
[ Through the blurry haze of her renewed lust, Hana finds it in herself to mock his warning her first, goading him for his lack of spontaneity. Just as her lips part, however, she isn't given any time to react to her ass being hauled into the air, her thighs parted and held aloft as Jack brings his mouth to her dripping pussy, pressing the flat of his tongue along the length of her slit.
Oh. Fuck.
The shuddering moan that escapes Hana's lips is louder than she'd intended, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath the both of them. Jack's tongue drags loud, stuttering groans from her, the muscles of her thighs tensing as he brings his teeth into the equation, bracing them against the fabric of her slickened panties as he sucks her pussy through them. Heat coils and liquefies between her cunt lips as his mouth moves against her, her hips moving greedily against his lips even in her compromised position. Her pussy twitches and throbs beneath his attentions, leaving her shaking and needy.
It's safe to say that she accepts his apology, if the way she half-sobs his name is any indication. ]
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Hana will get to memorize every little part of his face as he diligently moves his jaw against her. the only parts she won't be able to study would be what is currently obscured by her mound smothering into him. at least she will be able to tell that he does, in fact, quite enjoy the taste of her arousal when it's coming straight from her pussy by the low, muffled moans that leave him. even if her panties are still in the way, he is able to absorb a liberal amount through her clothing to swallow down. with the amount of effort he's putting forth in the half minute that's since passed, she may very well believe Jack had the intention of doing this before he even set foot into her room. no one needs to know that but Jack, however.
his teeth catch her garment yet again, this time giving a jerk of his head to pull them as far as he could to the side and away from her exposed sex. she can always feel free to assist in where he can't if she would like. whether or not she decides to do anything with her panties, he gets to where he wants by seeing the puffy outline of her pussylips glistening with juices that stick to her skin. the flat of his tongue is already working on correcting that, hoping to replace the sticky fluid with his spit instead. he presses himself firmly into her, swirling the muscle inside of his mouth around to push past the aforementioned lips and towards the pinkness that lies in between.
Jack's nails are tight and sharp against her skin before he glides them up, grabbing her entirely by the crease behind each knee and testing her flexibility. both of them are close to hitting the bed itself before he lets up, giving her the opportunity to get settled into such a revealing position in an even less amount of time. when he pulls back, he gives one last resounding suck, bringing her lips with him and watching as they slowly draw back into place. ]
This is... hah, this is what you wanted, right? [ he pushes her into answering by collecting the mixture of spit and juices against the base of his tongue, all before spitting it out into a thick glob that splatters down against her cunt. his tongue takes a swipe from the bottom to the top, pulling it back into his mouth to swallow. ] I know it ain't sucking my cock or anything, but you'll learn to enjoy.
[ "learn to enjoy", he says. as if she isn't a trembling mess of moans. he softens up for the next few moments, opting to kiss his sticky lips against the inside of her thigh, trailing down with a bite every now and again before he is back on her pussy. the kisses persist, focusing especially on the hood of her clit as he just barely lets his tongue flick the tip against her for small jolts of pleasure. maybe she's just now finding out, but there is one thing in particular that Jack especially enjoys when it comes to sex ― eating someone out. apparently he likes to give more than some minor healing in the battlefield. who would have thought. ]
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His moans reverberate against her skin, sending vibrations straight to her clit and causing her to moan with increased vigor. Hana can't tell if it's been a minute or an hour; every stroke of his tongue sends flames licking at the base of her spine. When he pulls at her panties with his teeth, Hana reaches down to assist as best she can, hooking the soaked garment with a finger in order to push it around the curve of her mound. She looks down at his face, flushed and breathless, as he runs his tongue up the length of her sex.
God, where did he learn to do that? Hana can only vaguely wonder this before his tongue is delving between her petals, causing her to writhe in his firm grasp. Her head tilts back and her eyes flutter shut as a loud moan rolls past her lips, her hips pressing forward into his mouth as the tip of his tongue slides against her most sensitive areas.
She feels turned inside out, laid bare and vulnerable. The hand not holding her underwear in place moves to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to muffle the noises she makes as he tilts her further backwards, exposing all of her. The ache of muscles rarely stretched this far back dully registers as Hana's breath hitches in her throat, the sudden absence of his mouth commanding her full attention.
Her eyes open half-mast as her eyebrows knit together, her lips forming a soft, needy moan. ]
D-Don't stop, [ She half-pleads, shuddering as she feels the warm mixture of juices slide down the length of her pussy. She can't find it in her to be irreverent. Not when he has her posed so lewdly. ] It... It feels so good--
[ Hana whimpers as his mouth finds her thigh, returning to her sex and causing her to draw a stuttering breath. The little flicks of his tongue against her clit cause her to jerk beneath him, unable to move from such a compromising position even though she desperately wants to. The stimulation is almost too much for her as her hands find the bedsheets again, curling into them for support. She feels so close, dancing along the knife-edge of her climax, and every searing stroke of his tongue causes pleasure to spike hot and unrelenting in her gut. ]
J-Jack, I'm--!
[ Hana doesn't have time to finish her sentence as his tongue finishes her, her inner walls greedily contracting as she comes undone. ]
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the fact that she still tries to grind her hips and pussy down onto his face even from the position that she's been forced into says a thing or two as well. it is cute as fuck to see that she chooses now of all times to try and control her volume, as if the constant screaming about how he had fucked her into a bathroom sink wasn't just a thing that had happened minutes ago. any sore muscles will get a gentle rubdown after this is all said and done, for once, as opposed to 76 making for a quick exit that would just lead to a very similar interaction between the two in the future. for now? she best believe she's going to be feeling some stiffness in the midst of all of the endorphin running wild within.
apparently the clit is a weak spot. while an understatement considering that it is her clit, he didn't expect to draw such a response. her pleading voice rings in his ears as he continues to work the sensitive little button with his tongue laving against it. no more than a few seconds tick on before he can feel the inevitable tightening in all of her muscles, from her legs squeezing down on his hands resting at the back of her knee, to her thighs desperately trying to close around his head to no avail. even as she falls apart into a mess of moans and twitches in her hips, his face shakes from left to right, smothering himself into her and accepting that she is absolutely wrecking his face with her juices.
he resists the urge to push her through an immediate second orgasm and instead leaves it with one last lick. it's a particularly long drag, this one ― starting much lower than her pussy. with her revealing position and her panties having been pulled to the side, his eyes did catch brief glimpses of the hole underneath. the ring of muscle was cute and naturally tight, and he can't help the prospect of teasing her by dragging his organ against it, trailing up and across the surface of her cunt before pulling back. only then is she gently brought back down to the bed, giving her a few moments of precious rest. ]
Thanks for lettin' me know I still got it. You don't... get eaten out too much, do you.
[ he says with his scars now plastered with her fluids and the back of his hand working to begin wiping his mouth clean. Jack's going to be remembering how she tastes for weeks. ]
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Volume control hadn't seemed so important when she'd been angry, but now that she feels like she's coming apart, the vague awareness that their comrades might be returning soon settles in at the back of her mind. Even if a small, possessive part of her wants people to hear, she knows that the prospect of anyone finding out about them is a markedly Bad idea. For all of her meager efforts, though, the hand muffling her voice does very little by way of silencing her as her moans and whimpers peak in volume with her climax. Hana can do little more than ride it out as Jack's mouth and tongue continue to work her over, left to right, sending sparks flying behind her eyes.
The haze of endorphins leaves Hana warm and dazed, but her attention is immediately commanded by the way Jack's mouth ventures southward, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. The feeling of his tongue dragging against the puckered hole causes her to shiver, the sensation foreign but not by any means unpleasant. Were she able to vocalize effectively past a few slurred words and needy whines, she'd have probably asked to explore that feeling further... but as it stands now, her pussy simply twitches and throbs in response to the stimulus, the now-familiar (but no less effective) feeling of his tongue sliding between her lips causing her to whimper needily. ]
N... Not like that, no. [ She manages to murmur breathlessly, relief flooding her protesting muscles as they're brought back down to the bed. She takes a few deep, open-mouthed breaths before sitting up and blearily grabbing her previously discarded (and conveniently located) shirt with the intent of helping him clean up. ]
Nnnn... Wait. [ She springs into action as soon as he lifts his hand up to clean at his mouth, leaning in to swipe her tongue along his lips before slanting her mouth against his, lightly sucking at his lower lip. It's her mess, so it's only fair that she's the one to clean it up, right? ]
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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