There is that fleeting feeling of being caught in a trap as her arms come up around his shoulders and her fingers play along the nape of his neck. Messing with his scalp and hair is a weakness he loves anyhow, even if he is 'trapped' here.
"I like to be careful, picking which battles I want to fight and which I should leave on the side lines." Why not jump, she says. He wants to tell himself he has some reasons not to, but instead he found himself leaning into one bare arm close to his face and nipping his teeth lightly over the skin there.
Thus he tells himself nothing. Why not jump.
Maybe it was her taking his snack and biting it like that that broke the last of his resolve, or maybe it was the lower lip bite before that as she looked him over. She's... only a little younger then him. Not much. He shouldn't care anyhow. Both hands, free for the moment, slipped up her bare legs and curled around the bottom of that black sweater dress, curling back to rest on her rear. Thinking out loud. "Montaro just stormed off as I got here. Which means Ken will be coming through in... another ten minutes or so." He knows the guards of this house very well...
His hands grasped behind her firmly and yanked her forward a bit more, right to the edge. Genji grinned up to her. "Which means I'm giving myself eight minutes to make you cry out and moan, before I cart you off to my room before anyone notices." He teased, letting his hands slide down her legs on either side of him, hands firm as he fully intended to roam down her body. "So lets see what you got on under this, hmm Sombra-chan?"
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"I like to be careful, picking which battles I want to fight and which I should leave on the side lines." Why not jump, she says. He wants to tell himself he has some reasons not to, but instead he found himself leaning into one bare arm close to his face and nipping his teeth lightly over the skin there.
Thus he tells himself nothing. Why not jump.
Maybe it was her taking his snack and biting it like that that broke the last of his resolve, or maybe it was the lower lip bite before that as she looked him over. She's... only a little younger then him. Not much. He shouldn't care anyhow. Both hands, free for the moment, slipped up her bare legs and curled around the bottom of that black sweater dress, curling back to rest on her rear. Thinking out loud. "Montaro just stormed off as I got here. Which means Ken will be coming through in... another ten minutes or so." He knows the guards of this house very well...
His hands grasped behind her firmly and yanked her forward a bit more, right to the edge. Genji grinned up to her. "Which means I'm giving myself eight minutes to make you cry out and moan, before I cart you off to my room before anyone notices." He teased, letting his hands slide down her legs on either side of him, hands firm as he fully intended to roam down her body. "So lets see what you got on under this, hmm Sombra-chan?"