She felt him move her panties a little more and quickly she looked at the clock. Six and a half minutes left and already he's got her breathing like a drowning woman. It good he needs do little room to do so well; the least time it takes for her to look 'decent', the easier it'll be to bail if something actually goes wrong.

"Jesus."

It feels like he's trying to eat her alive, like he is living for the moment that his name passes her lips again and it makes Sombra shudder to be focused on so pointedly. Her whole life has been about walls and being everywhere she's not supposed to, but it's under her control. A cocky smile, a few friendly-sounding threats and she can move at her leisure.

This isn't rote, a tit-for-tat, a way for bored teenagers to kill time. Everything about this moment is drawing out something that feels raw and needy under her skin. Sombra is so...aware of Genji in the moment, that she feels herself shake when he touches skin she's barely learned to explore alone.

Her eyes flick from the doorway, to the clock , to him and when his finger teases her she makes another half-stifled noise - a moan that bites back into a rough sigh. She watches his head dip closer and she gasps as he tastes her fully.

"More." She nearly orders, before sucking in a breath that feels far too shallow. "Please."