In the back of Sombra's mind she feels a little cheated. If she had known that Genji was so particularly talented, she would have jumped him the first night there. He's so different than she expected, laughing at the way she can't help but react to his treatment of her. More than that: this is supposed to be a fucking rush job.

She braces against the counter again, the idea of something more thorough than this a little too much. For a moment, it seems that he senses her being overwhelmed and turns his head, simply rubbing at her clit. Sombra sighs at the kiss to her thigh, pleased that she can finally breathe a little easier and then she feels his teeth over her skin.

"Genji!"

It's half-hiss, half plea and all she manages before her hand goes to her mouth and she's damn near biting her finger to keep from crying out. It's his pace, his whims and his lust that controls her and damn everything she likes it. She likes the sharpness of his teeth and the warm, soft wetness of his mouth as he soothes bitten skin. She likes the way he watches her and the way his low encouragement feels on over-sensitive skin. When he adds the second finger, she writhes a moment under the feeling of of his thumb and the rhythm of his touch.

"I--fuck--f-fuck!"

She comes quick with a panting moan, arching and torn between rocking against his hand and pulling away. But Sombra would not be good at her job if she needed such a long time to recover. Taking a few shaky breaths, she looks down at him and then to the clock. Three minutes left.

"Which way..." She pauses to clear her throat. "Which way to your room?"