A mind of a strategist. It's something she can respect, even as she let's out a little 'ah' at his bite. He's good. The question is, is he as good as he thinks he is.
"So you have a plan of attack?"
His touch moves up, drawing a pleased hum as his hands move along her legs. He also has enough brains in that pretty head to know each of the guards on rotation by name. It's a thoroughness that racks up points in Sombra's book.
The pull to the edge of the counter makes her laugh, however stifled and when he looks up at her, she slides off the counter the rest of the way. Balancing on her toes, the movement forces the sweater to bunch on the corner of the counter, revealing a pair of simple purple underwear.
"Eight minutes isn't long..." She purrs, running a hand into his hair. "Better get to work."
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"So you have a plan of attack?"
His touch moves up, drawing a pleased hum as his hands move along her legs. He also has enough brains in that pretty head to know each of the guards on rotation by name. It's a thoroughness that racks up points in Sombra's book.
The pull to the edge of the counter makes her laugh, however stifled and when he looks up at her, she slides off the counter the rest of the way. Balancing on her toes, the movement forces the sweater to bunch on the corner of the counter, revealing a pair of simple purple underwear.
"Eight minutes isn't long..." She purrs, running a hand into his hair. "Better get to work."