Tradition and technology rarely make for good bedfellows and despite it's necessity, working for the Yakuza is just as terrible an idea. Sombra hadn't received a terribly warm welcome at the Shimada estate, but between her peerless work and the favor of the younger lord, she was generally left to her own devices. However, at one in the morning, there is very little interaction with the older members of the house.
Keeping such unholy hours allows her to dress as she likes, instead of kowtowing to the sensibilities of a bunch of old fogeys - the only folks around to judge her are the skeleton shift worth of guards, and in her opinion she's a little above their paygrade.
At least, that's the look she's giving the guard eyeing her down while she eats. It might also be the fact of the sweater; backless to let her augments get some sorely needed air and scandalously short, she at least has the good grace to wear it in black.
She winks at the guard who huffs and leaves her, leaning on the island with her reheated bento as she pulls up a vidscreen of a late night variety show.
Whatever his father or the elders needed Sombra for, he didn't really care. He didn't really care about much when it came to the family business, mostly because it seemed boring. His brother Hanzo would inherit everything to do with the business anyhow, so why bother? He kept himself in good enough favor with his father and his ear open enough to make sure he had one foot in the door. Good enough for him. Giving favor to the hacker only helped cement his place in the family with as little work as possible, so long as she didn't turn and back stab them. Still, he could wiggle out of that problem as well, he was sure.
Thankfully it wasn't a problem and she had apparently been working out rather fine. Speaking of fine... she was. Very fine. She had clearly gotten his attention a few times now, which, being real, wasn't that hard to do. If it had two legs and a nice butt, he was no doubt going to check a person out. She most definitely had two legs (both of which were very appealing) and a very nice looking back side. He had found himself smirking smugly after her when she left a room, that was for sure.
But you don't mess with those employed by the family. That was at least one golden rule he had so far honored pretty well. It was easier to sneak out to a club and meet strangers anyhow. At least they didn't know who the green haired boy was when he joined them on a dance floor. Or who to whine about when he left them on their own when he snuck home at night.
Like he was doing now.
One of the guards that was meant to keep an eye on him ran up to him as he slipped through the gate, not at all sneaking like he should. The guard pleaded with him to be more careful, young lord! Take them WITH him, young lord! His father would have them all shot if Genji kept sneaking out like this. At least take them WITH him. "[It is late! Who even will be up to notice?]" He rattled back in Japanese to the guard before dashing inside with a laugh.
After tonight, food was needed, as was a drink.
He passes a guard who was leaving the kitchen in a huff, a brow raised to that, but he thinks nothing of it, until he gets there. Pausing at the door frame he crossed his arms, looking over the black clad figure leaning on the counter. A low to high to low again whistle was given, head lifted and arms crossed.
"You get away with dressing like that? You must have pleased someone, or you have a good set of balls hidden under there." He sounds amused, speaking English in a thick accent.
Sombra's eyes snap to Genji when he enters the doorway, before looking back to the vidscreen and trying to stifle a smirk. She and the younger Shimada seemed to be cut from the same cloth and the swagger he rolls in with from God-knows-where is enough to prove it.
"Maybe I just wanted to be comfortable." She says, the false patience palpable as she lays the chopsticks down and faces the young lord. Her accent is a bit more subtle, though it explains why her Japanese is so formal, aside from dealing with one of the most powerful families in Japan.
She's still leaning, one elbow on the counter, and every ounce of propriety or professionalism she's had in their previous meetings is non-existent. There is not an ounce of genuflection either, her eyes flicking pointedly up and down Genji's body.
The hacker gives a little 'hmmm' and a 'how about that' flick of her eyebrows before she meets his eye.
"It's my day off, in the middle of the night." And you don't own me.
With that, she picks up one of the sushi pieces and pops it into her mouth as she looks back at the vidscreen.
Even for going out he dresses a bit more appropriate than her. He might push a lot of his fathers rules and buttons, but he's covered. Black slacks, green and pristine white clean sneakers of brand name, and a black button up over a white tank top. The button up might be more then half undone and his green hair might be completely out of order right now, but it was easy attire that helped him blend in. If blending in while being a loud ass was possible.
Then there was Sombra, who would literally kill 20 club goers in one glance in this get-up.
Not that he was complaining. He honestly couldn't take his eyes off her for the moment. "I think you might be the only one comfortable around here, dressed like that." A pause then he added. "Excluding me." He shrugged, coming in now to move to the refrigerator to swipe a plum. "I am pretty comfortable with seeing more of you."
Day off in the night, huh? He wouldn't dream of owning her. At least not in that sense. Owning her in other ways, maybe. He'd had his eye on her for some time now, but honestly, he only looked. Some rules he didn't push too hard.
"Your night off, and you hang around here..., in my way, yes, actually, ...in the kitchen? You can't think of a better place to go, Sombra-chan." He grinned at her as he tacked on the cutsie honorific.
It's a quick quip, more amused than irritated as she watched him head to the fridge. The lingering of his gaze makes emboldens her further, slinking around the counter to meet him on the same side of the counter. Her movement makes the already dangerously short hem of her sweater dress rise another half-inch.
"Well..." she begins, folding her arms. "Your dad thought it ...'a failure of hospitality' if a foreign young lady were forced to leave his estate for anything short of an emergency."
In other words, she's being watched and not particularly willing to test trigger fingers. For such a proper explanation, the faint halo of purple light gives away her irritation.
Casually, she hops up to sit on the counter and stretches her legs out, wiggling her toes for emphasis and highlighting how short the 'dress' really is.
"Either way, something tells me that you don't mind me being in the way and kitchen has food, Shimada-san."
"You are the one dressed like that." He said lightly at her forward comment. That guard storming off was clearly uncomfortable. For some reason finding out the reason behind that amused him more. "I think 'forward' is literally the name of your game."
He'd moved to get a knife from a drawer but she moved, blocking the drawer. His eyes couldn't help but take her in again, but then she moved to hop up on the counter. Dragon spirits, save him, but she was hot.
He took in a small breath, taking a bite from the plum instead of cutting it, looking her over. That dress had to be illegal in some countries. He knows it's a thing here in Japan, but there was no way she was getting away with that else where. Damn.
There was something about the woman that was more than intriguing. For one, she wasn't the same as the giggly Japanese girls he knew. What with their dark flat hair and pale skin. Sombra filled in that foreigner interest that he had. Darker skin, bright and sharp eyes, curves you could drift on and, though the bright hair wasn't unheard of here, her style and color were rather interesting.
He licked his lip of juice before speaking. "If you were truly in the way, I'd have moved you by now, Sombra-chan." There was a small moment where he faked disinterest, giving her a shrug and moving to lean back on the large island in the middle of the kitchen, his back to the cutting board, foot crossing his ankle. He took another bite of fruit and clearly looked her over again.
"You know, you could always come out at night with me. I'm sure I could persuade my father to allowing it." Like hell he could. He wouldn't even want his father to know he goes out, and he knows the man knows, but to SAY it to him? No, that's okay.
"Or maybe you could persuade me to stay in some time..." He smirked at that. For the most part he's just flirting. He's pretty sure that one, Sombra thought she was a higher caliber than he was, and two... too stubborn to fall for anything but flirting with him. He's sure all that bare leg under that so called dress (it was so short now...) was just a damn tease.
"Everyone is so uptight here..." She shoots him a look as if to say 'you too'. "In Dorado, no one would blink at this. It's not like I'm outside."
His reach for the drawer isn't missed, nor the way he licks his lips clean of the plum juice. She can't help but envision him licking, on his knees before her. It'd be a nice change of pace from his usual cockiness. Even as he tries to play off how much of her he's taking in, he's got an air about him - like he's supposed to own the place and he knows it, even 'slumming it' as he is.
He bluffs again, twice and Sombra can't help but smile. Genji the Spare wouldn't dare let his father know about his night-time activities, not even tangentially. However, the question of persuasion comes up and Sombra cocks her head at him.
"I'm sure I could could make you think staying is a good idea."
"It's Japan. Home of tradition and values. You have to know the right way to unwind." He said with a shrug, because he sure as hell didn't think HE was too uptight. He actually likes how she's dressed. Like it's an open invitation to look her over.
If he were to be truthful to himself, he wouldn't mind pressing her back into that counter, spreading her legs and making her moan. Right here in the kitchen. If it weren't for that 'no fraternizing with the help' law that he's actually been pretty good about sine the first incident some time ago.
He does own the place. In a way. Or so he feels. There are some limits he can push. Say, had he brought someone home and pushed them up on this counter, but would be frowned upon but not as badly.
He took another bite of his fruit, tongue licking up the bitten core a moment, eyes pointedly looking down at her legs. Damn this woman. He glanced to her face again before speaking. "Think so? Is that a promise or a tease?"
The thought of just how soft those legs must feel should not be bouncing around in his head. Or how firm those thoughts would be, wrapped around his head. Damn this woman.
Look at how composed he is still though. He hasn't made a move yet. Nope. Not going to. No way (except he was very close to doing so. So weak to the flesh of a beautiful lady).
"I see. Well, since you're my host - isn't it your job to show me?"
She can see him consider something, his casual tone well and truly in effect. It's probably some rule of his father's or some social taboo over here. However, the hacker knows if you pay attention, most folks give themselves away.
And damn does Genji Shimada give himself away.
Hungers apparently run close in the Shimada men, judging from the way he bites into that poor plum. His gaze doesn't leave her legs as he eats and when he licks at the core of the fruit, Sombra is very glad that she isn't standing. If it weren't for his focus, she'd say it was intentional attempt to make her knees buckle.
She meets his eye when he remembers to look at her face, smiling slyly as she uncrosses her legs with deliberate slowness.
"Do all the boys in Japan flirt from four feet away, or is it just you?"
Sombra can't help but laugh as she teases him. The propriety is cute and far too gentle for her sensibilities, so she beckons him over with a finger.
"If you're gonna keep running your mouth," she points to the tile in front of her and winks. "Come over here and do it right, Genji~."
"I did just offer to take you with me sometime." he countered and yes, he was giving himself away far too easy. No one was looking and there was no point in hiding the fact that he found her appealing. Hell, if he could get her out to a club he'd be the envy of every guy in there. He'd be the first to admit that she had no right to be that good looking.
The problem was, he was trying to be 'good' and not get closer, because he knew the moment he got closer he was doomed. Genji saw no point in denying what one wanted. If you wanted to eat 12 bowls of ramen, do it. If you wanted to spend all Saturday at the arcade and all Sunday at a club, why not? If you wanted to share a few beers with some friends and you weren't of age, don't get caught.
And if you wanted to go against your fathers wishes? Well, there was a fine line to toe there. Best to ask forgiveness later, right?
Or just don't get caught. That was his favorite piece of advice.
"What, I can't admire the view?" He said about this four foot flirting distance. Every comment made his caution break off into the wind, and he barely had any caution to begin with.
But oh, ancestors, look away now and forgive him, because damn those legs. Her slow movements were way too inviting, which they were meant to be. That 'don't get too close or it's over' thing? Gone. He found himself pushing off the island and moving closer, grinning as his sneakers stepped right into the pointed out square, leaning in to press his hips to the counter, making sure those beautiful legs were on either side of him.
"If I didn't know any better, Sombra-chan, I'd think you were trying to get me in trouble." One hand holding the half a fruit sat on the counter beside her, the other hand moved to rest at her knee, slipping up her thigh just slowly. "You wouldn't want that, now would you?"
Sombra's smile broadens as Genji approaches and this close, it's hard to ignore how handsome he really is. The green makes him stand out, sure - but it's his eyes that really have her heart pounding​. Draping her arms over his shoulder, one hand starts playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Something tells me you get into trouble just fine..."
This is certainly bold, considering she had to invite him into her personal space. His hands are a little rough, but his touch is steady and pretty damn smooth for a pretty boy used to getting his way.
"But, since you're already toeing the line - why not jump?"
Sombra looks over him slowly, biting her bottom lip lightly because damn, this is going to be bad. She's seen him train a few times and while she's no slouch, it's hard to deny the fact that they both know they're a zipper and some creativity away from chrisening the countertop.
"How far do you think we could get before the next patrol shows up?" She takes her free hand and grabs the plum, turning it to take her own bite. "Since we certainly don't want you in a compromising position."
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?"
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."
When you had to try and get away with everything and not get caught, you learn to think several steps ahead and make strategies. Also, when you sneak in and out you have to learn which guards are reasonable, which were not, and when they will be where.
"I always have a plan." He said, feeling her shift off the counter more, her toes keeping her balanced and up. Her sweater bunched up and exposing purple (of course they were) panties.
It made Genji smirk, a lopsided wild smirk. So she was willing to push this huh? There was a small part of him that expected her to laugh about it and walk off. A tease. The fact that she let his hands wander up her thighs still kept that smile on his face. He'd had a damn good night as it was but no one to take home. Maybe fate said he had someone waiting to play.
He'd practically dragged his hands down her body as he sank to a knee. "Eight minutes isn't long, but I'm pretty good with my mouth." He said it looking up to her, feeling her run a hand into his green hair. A soft humm of a pleased tone as he felt her fingers drift over his scalp. He leaned in to nip at her thigh, just softly, nuzzling his nose and lips over her soft skin. His left hand pressed at her other thigh, slinging up it to barely brush a finger over the soft purple fabric. "Cute."
An orphan, a child of war and the streets of Dorado - Sombra feared nothing, not even when she should. The Shimadas were mostly outdated, relics even by the standards of their staunchly traditionalist homeland.
Her movement makes him grin, makes him wild and she can feel her pulse quicken at the way he runs his hands down her body. There aren't a lot of guys like him back home, all courage and dignified and a little bit of cabron to even the mix out. It makes her wonder about him, about why he's so different than his brother.
Genji boasts again and while she smiles, she watches him. Seven minutes, forty-five seconds and she's letting out a far harsher pant at the feeling of his teeth, trembling at the feeling of his lips and nose on her thigh.
"I try." She bites her lip again, a little harder as his touch brushes over her underwear.
The Shimadas were a bit behind in the times, at least from his POV. They still held strong ties to things, enough to keep them respectable, but he had no interest in any of it. Hanzo, the eldest? He had to take interest. Perhaps that was all it took to separate him from his own brother. They both had 'honor' beaten into them, but only Hanzo had to follow it, in the end.
Though, honestly, the amount of trouble he'd get in for being here, in the kitchen, his face between the legs of a beautiful foreigner and employee of the house? Yeah, it might be a bit much later. Again, better to beg forgiveness, right?
it would only be slightly less trouble if he hauled her off to one of their rooms, really.
Another nip to her thigh, higher up now, and he could look up from this point, right up her black clad body and smile. His finger trailed over the triangle of purple covering her, almost petting the fabric as dark eyes focused on her face a moment... before he leaned in to let his tongue pointedly press in instead. If she saw, she might have seen a small green ball piercing in the center of his tongue, and if she didn't look? She'd feel it. His tongue rubbing over the fabric at first, teasing.
"That sweater is so revealing. It's a wonder you even need these." He said, and daringly leaned in firmly, nipping at the fabric to pull on it.
Well, if you'd told Sombra that she'd meet her match in younger son of a Japanese mob lord, she would have laughed in your face. Still, here she is breathing heavy and leaned on a kitchen counter while said younger son took his sweet time having his way with her.
No wonder the girls here talk about their boyfriends and their sempais in such sappy voices.
He pets the fabric again, just shy of touching anything interesting and she finds her mind reeling to keep track of the seconds. The second nip to her thigh makes it hard to breathe for a moment, drawing a low groan. He looks up at her and Sombra can feel her heart stop for a moment as he opens his mouth and leans in.
The boys she fools around with back home don't watch her so closely and they sure as hell don't work so hard to tease her. They don't have piercings to press against her clit either and suddenly, with a buck of her hips, she realizes these are all things that are sorely needed back home.
"If I knew you were awake I wouldn't have worn them."
It's half-a-lie. She wouldn't have done something so inappropriate in a common area like the kitchen. Walking to his room, however is an entirely different story.
Right. His room. How much time did they have?
Sombra ...squeaks when he nips at the fabric, sighing and giving Genji a look that borders on fondness. She gently draws her nails over his scalp, while she summons a dim vidpanel that starts counting down from seven minutes with her free hand. She promptly goes back to bracing against the counter, tightening her grip on his hair.
"Seven minutes..." She manages, weakly as she looks to the doorway of the kitchen.
There was a reason that talk of the younger Shimada was always so good... when you talked to the right people. If you were talking to the clan itself, the topic wasn't so good, but in Genji's mind that means he was doing something right. Rebel a bit and still manage to keep his place.
He was also of the opinion that if a woman was looking at you with that kind of fondness in her eye, he must be doing something good. Foreplay, teasing and stringing someone along for a while were all good and fun in his book. And if he could push his partner to an edge, it's a win for him.
Like right now, the way she braced at the counter, or how her hips bucked to his mouth like that, he couldn't help but smile. Watching her gave him his own satisfaction, and that squeak? Nearly a form of music. One he hummed an approving hum to.
With his teeth he pulled at her underwear, just enough to hook a finger in and pull further to the side, exposing her just enough to play, for now. These wont be needed later. If she'd want a later. And he was pretty sure he was going to pick her up and cart her off. Take out for the evening.
He couldn't help the deep chuckle as he saw a flash of something go up. A timer. "What? Too distracted to keep track of time yourself?" He teased, but before she could get a proper answer out, tongue to flesh happened. Leaning in to long lick over her clit. Once, twice, and the third time he let the ball piercing roll over the underside of it, he leaned in with both lips to catch it, giving it a playful suck; eyes peeking up at her reactions.
No doubt about it, if Genji has an interest - he's far more dangerous than he lets on. He's like a cat that way, lazy and uninterested until he finds something to get his attention. Well, he's currently licking at her like one and damn near purring at her reactions.
It's not until she feels the fabric of her panties move, that she perks up again. She was expecting to feel him pull them down, maybe even tear them - and then he teases her. Sombra feels her face flush from arousal and embarrassment, making to growl some admonishment.
"Hu-sssshh", she hisses at first long lick he gives her, startled enough that she braces a foot on the cabinet door. Being quiet has become way more difficult, judging from the way her lips have parted and her shallow breath. He continues, somehow still teasing even as he tastes her before he plays dirty.
The piercing on her clit and the suck right after make her tense like she's been struck, sucking in a deep breath and eyes fluttering as she somehow manages to catch his gaze. It's a wonder she managed to stifle herself, looking bewildered and satisfied all at once. One pant, then another before she relaxes and finds her rhythm again.
A cat is a very good description of Genji. He does what he wants and doesn't do what he's told, generally. Unless he wants to, or it is in his best interest. You tell him no, he wants it. You tell him yes, and he's bored with it. Lazy and uninterested in most things... until you have his interest. And she had his interesting, though he really shouldn't. More so shouldn't do this HERE of all places. Not only because it would get him in trouble but her fired (or fired at). In truth, she'd caught his interest some time ago.
And mostly... he wanted to hear how that voice would sound moaning his name.
Wanted to see if he could drive her to an edge of need and unravel her a bit. Sombra always seemed too calm, collected and cool with a bit of snobbish 'i'm better than everyone' feel to her. It was something he wanted to break into and play with.
This was a bad idea.
Except when she made that hissing sound and cursed like she was damning his good name. That made this worth it.
His finger curled to hold her panties to the side, not ripping or yanking them in such a way (yet). Because he knew the fastest way to get herself together would be to drop that sweater dress and be covered again. In case anyone showed up. Having a cute pair of purple panties on the kitchen floor would just be hard to explain.
He took a chance to glance away from her to her clock, trying to check the time. He was in some rush, but not too bad. If they had to cut short he'd pick it up again soon, but there was a matter of pride to this. The way his tongue lashed at her clit said he intended to make this worth it. It only took him a moment, his other hand sliding up her thigh and over to help spread her lips a bit more, to give him more to pleasure. Tracing down and up again, teasing her entrance with a finger before letting his tongue lap up her entirety.
He would waste no more time in teasing, going right to the root of Sombra now.
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."
Can one focus on a woman in this position and still manage a cocky smile like he was? Or he was trying. It was the sounds, the shake in her legs and body, or the needy way she asked for more that were pushing him further. That had him the most aroused at the moment.
He had his own needy little ticks and she was checking them all, just like this.
He wanted her weak in the knees and wanting more. Generally that was the point he packed up and left, but tonight he wanted to pack her up and leave here right to his room. The slight quiver in her thighs or the panted sounds she made, trying to stifle the sound a bit. He could feel it jolt through his body and arouse him with ease.
And yet his focus never drifted from her. The hand holding her panties back shifts them off to the side more on their own, and slides his hand under and around, looping her thigh to hold her more steady. To help her in this awkward stance at the edge of the counter. The other hand gave her more. She asked for it, and he will provide.
Sliding one center finger down over her clit and between her soft warm lips, he licked again, making sure she was ready for him, before slipping his finger in, just rubbing up against her where he'd learned most girls loved. His thumb slipped in with some practiced skill to stroke right at the base of her clit, rubbing both in and out at once. Not at all letting up with his tongue either.
She might be close to ignoring that clock, and he might be very close to ignoring how much shit he was going to get into if caught here. This was too good.
She's pretty sure he's smiling against her as he uses his tongue. Admittedly, she'd probably be smiling too, but between the adrenaline from the fact they really shouldn't be doing this and the fact that he is way too good at this has her nerves fried. He's...oddly considerate too, shifting to accommodate her precarious balance on the edge of the counter.
"Damn..." Resting her foot on his back, she sighed and bowed her head a little.
His fingers and his tongue tease her and she's almost ready this time, forcing herself to breathe slow, keep an eye on the door and- Puta Madre. Sombra stiffens again, unable to catch the moan that leaves her as Genji begins to stroke her, tongue still working her clit. Closing her eyes to keep from watching him, she shivers again under the combination of his tongue and thumb.
Is it being considerate to hold around her thigh like this, or was it more because he wanted to feel more of her touching him? A greedy move of his own need of contact? The world may never know, but he's pretty fond of the feel of her legs so close to his head. That foot on his back was welcome as well.
She might even hear, or feel the deep little laugh as she cursed, her body stiffening as his thumb and tongue worked. If he was given time to do this, he would have unmade her slowly, teasing her until she pleaded for more than his mouth or hand. Considering the time constraints, he wanted to hit her hard and leave her weak. While his thumb rubbed circles on the base of her clit, his finger curled and rocked back and forth as well, trying to find the best place to make her come undone.
He really didn't want to admit to himself how cute that little 'please' was either. Honestly, something about her attracted her to him more than the average person. Something about her actually wanted him to see how far he could take this, and maybe even how often. Which was rare if not at all with him.
His head turned into the thigh his arm was around, and he pressed his lips to it, his thumb rubbing up her clit and around to replace his lips. After that pressed kiss, his mouth opened more on her leg, tongue pressing to it... and then drawing back enough to leave a light bite and suck over soft sensitive flesh. High on her inside thigh. Not too hard, as he wasn't sure how'd she take to it, but firm enough to feel. "Mmm, come on Sombra-chan. Don't fight it." He cooed on the bite area, as he slipped his index finger inside with the middle, stroking and thumbing at her with intent.
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?"
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Keeping such unholy hours allows her to dress as she likes, instead of kowtowing to the sensibilities of a bunch of old fogeys - the only folks around to judge her are the skeleton shift worth of guards, and in her opinion she's a little above their paygrade.
At least, that's the look she's giving the guard eyeing her down while she eats. It might also be the fact of the sweater; backless to let her augments get some sorely needed air and scandalously short, she at least has the good grace to wear it in black.
She winks at the guard who huffs and leaves her, leaning on the island with her reheated bento as she pulls up a vidscreen of a late night variety show.
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Thankfully it wasn't a problem and she had apparently been working out rather fine. Speaking of fine... she was. Very fine. She had clearly gotten his attention a few times now, which, being real, wasn't that hard to do. If it had two legs and a nice butt, he was no doubt going to check a person out. She most definitely had two legs (both of which were very appealing) and a very nice looking back side. He had found himself smirking smugly after her when she left a room, that was for sure.
But you don't mess with those employed by the family. That was at least one golden rule he had so far honored pretty well. It was easier to sneak out to a club and meet strangers anyhow. At least they didn't know who the green haired boy was when he joined them on a dance floor. Or who to whine about when he left them on their own when he snuck home at night.
Like he was doing now.
One of the guards that was meant to keep an eye on him ran up to him as he slipped through the gate, not at all sneaking like he should. The guard pleaded with him to be more careful, young lord! Take them WITH him, young lord! His father would have them all shot if Genji kept sneaking out like this. At least take them WITH him. "[It is late! Who even will be up to notice?]" He rattled back in Japanese to the guard before dashing inside with a laugh.
After tonight, food was needed, as was a drink.
He passes a guard who was leaving the kitchen in a huff, a brow raised to that, but he thinks nothing of it, until he gets there. Pausing at the door frame he crossed his arms, looking over the black clad figure leaning on the counter. A low to high to low again whistle was given, head lifted and arms crossed.
"You get away with dressing like that? You must have pleased someone, or you have a good set of balls hidden under there." He sounds amused, speaking English in a thick accent.
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Sombra's eyes snap to Genji when he enters the doorway, before looking back to the vidscreen and trying to stifle a smirk. She and the younger Shimada seemed to be cut from the same cloth and the swagger he rolls in with from God-knows-where is enough to prove it.
"Maybe I just wanted to be comfortable." She says, the false patience palpable as she lays the chopsticks down and faces the young lord. Her accent is a bit more subtle, though it explains why her Japanese is so formal, aside from dealing with one of the most powerful families in Japan.
She's still leaning, one elbow on the counter, and every ounce of propriety or professionalism she's had in their previous meetings is non-existent. There is not an ounce of genuflection either, her eyes flicking pointedly up and down Genji's body.
The hacker gives a little 'hmmm' and a 'how about that' flick of her eyebrows before she meets his eye.
"It's my day off, in the middle of the night." And you don't own me.
With that, she picks up one of the sushi pieces and pops it into her mouth as she looks back at the vidscreen.
"Not in your way, am I Shimada-san?"
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Then there was Sombra, who would literally kill 20 club goers in one glance in this get-up.
Not that he was complaining. He honestly couldn't take his eyes off her for the moment. "I think you might be the only one comfortable around here, dressed like that." A pause then he added. "Excluding me." He shrugged, coming in now to move to the refrigerator to swipe a plum. "I am pretty comfortable with seeing more of you."
Day off in the night, huh? He wouldn't dream of owning her. At least not in that sense. Owning her in other ways, maybe. He'd had his eye on her for some time now, but honestly, he only looked. Some rules he didn't push too hard.
"Your night off, and you hang around here..., in my way, yes, actually, ...in the kitchen? You can't think of a better place to go, Sombra-chan." He grinned at her as he tacked on the cutsie honorific.
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It's a quick quip, more amused than irritated as she watched him head to the fridge. The lingering of his gaze makes emboldens her further, slinking around the counter to meet him on the same side of the counter. Her movement makes the already dangerously short hem of her sweater dress rise another half-inch.
"Well..." she begins, folding her arms. "Your dad thought it ...'a failure of hospitality' if a foreign young lady were forced to leave his estate for anything short of an emergency."
In other words, she's being watched and not particularly willing to test trigger fingers. For such a proper explanation, the faint halo of purple light gives away her irritation.
Casually, she hops up to sit on the counter and stretches her legs out, wiggling her toes for emphasis and highlighting how short the 'dress' really is.
"Either way, something tells me that you don't mind me being in the way and kitchen has food, Shimada-san."
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He'd moved to get a knife from a drawer but she moved, blocking the drawer. His eyes couldn't help but take her in again, but then she moved to hop up on the counter. Dragon spirits, save him, but she was hot.
He took in a small breath, taking a bite from the plum instead of cutting it, looking her over. That dress had to be illegal in some countries. He knows it's a thing here in Japan, but there was no way she was getting away with that else where. Damn.
There was something about the woman that was more than intriguing. For one, she wasn't the same as the giggly Japanese girls he knew. What with their dark flat hair and pale skin. Sombra filled in that foreigner interest that he had. Darker skin, bright and sharp eyes, curves you could drift on and, though the bright hair wasn't unheard of here, her style and color were rather interesting.
He licked his lip of juice before speaking. "If you were truly in the way, I'd have moved you by now, Sombra-chan." There was a small moment where he faked disinterest, giving her a shrug and moving to lean back on the large island in the middle of the kitchen, his back to the cutting board, foot crossing his ankle. He took another bite of fruit and clearly looked her over again.
"You know, you could always come out at night with me. I'm sure I could persuade my father to allowing it." Like hell he could. He wouldn't even want his father to know he goes out, and he knows the man knows, but to SAY it to him? No, that's okay.
"Or maybe you could persuade me to stay in some time..." He smirked at that. For the most part he's just flirting. He's pretty sure that one, Sombra thought she was a higher caliber than he was, and two... too stubborn to fall for anything but flirting with him. He's sure all that bare leg under that so called dress (it was so short now...) was just a damn tease.
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His reach for the drawer isn't missed, nor the way he licks his lips clean of the plum juice. She can't help but envision him licking, on his knees before her. It'd be a nice change of pace from his usual cockiness. Even as he tries to play off how much of her he's taking in, he's got an air about him - like he's supposed to own the place and he knows it, even 'slumming it' as he is.
He bluffs again, twice and Sombra can't help but smile. Genji the Spare wouldn't dare let his father know about his night-time activities, not even tangentially. However, the question of persuasion comes up and Sombra cocks her head at him.
"I'm sure I could could make you think staying is a good idea."
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If he were to be truthful to himself, he wouldn't mind pressing her back into that counter, spreading her legs and making her moan. Right here in the kitchen. If it weren't for that 'no fraternizing with the help' law that he's actually been pretty good about sine the first incident some time ago.
He does own the place. In a way. Or so he feels. There are some limits he can push. Say, had he brought someone home and pushed them up on this counter, but would be frowned upon but not as badly.
He took another bite of his fruit, tongue licking up the bitten core a moment, eyes pointedly looking down at her legs. Damn this woman. He glanced to her face again before speaking. "Think so? Is that a promise or a tease?"
The thought of just how soft those legs must feel should not be bouncing around in his head. Or how firm those thoughts would be, wrapped around his head. Damn this woman.
Look at how composed he is still though. He hasn't made a move yet. Nope. Not going to. No way (except he was very close to doing so. So weak to the flesh of a beautiful lady).
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She can see him consider something, his casual tone well and truly in effect. It's probably some rule of his father's or some social taboo over here. However, the hacker knows if you pay attention, most folks give themselves away.
And damn does Genji Shimada give himself away.
Hungers apparently run close in the Shimada men, judging from the way he bites into that poor plum. His gaze doesn't leave her legs as he eats and when he licks at the core of the fruit, Sombra is very glad that she isn't standing. If it weren't for his focus, she'd say it was intentional attempt to make her knees buckle.
She meets his eye when he remembers to look at her face, smiling slyly as she uncrosses her legs with deliberate slowness.
"Do all the boys in Japan flirt from four feet away, or is it just you?"
Sombra can't help but laugh as she teases him. The propriety is cute and far too gentle for her sensibilities, so she beckons him over with a finger.
"If you're gonna keep running your mouth," she points to the tile in front of her and winks. "Come over here and do it right, Genji~."
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The problem was, he was trying to be 'good' and not get closer, because he knew the moment he got closer he was doomed. Genji saw no point in denying what one wanted. If you wanted to eat 12 bowls of ramen, do it. If you wanted to spend all Saturday at the arcade and all Sunday at a club, why not? If you wanted to share a few beers with some friends and you weren't of age, don't get caught.
And if you wanted to go against your fathers wishes? Well, there was a fine line to toe there. Best to ask forgiveness later, right?
Or just don't get caught. That was his favorite piece of advice.
"What, I can't admire the view?" He said about this four foot flirting distance. Every comment made his caution break off into the wind, and he barely had any caution to begin with.
But oh, ancestors, look away now and forgive him, because damn those legs. Her slow movements were way too inviting, which they were meant to be. That 'don't get too close or it's over' thing? Gone. He found himself pushing off the island and moving closer, grinning as his sneakers stepped right into the pointed out square, leaning in to press his hips to the counter, making sure those beautiful legs were on either side of him.
"If I didn't know any better, Sombra-chan, I'd think you were trying to get me in trouble." One hand holding the half a fruit sat on the counter beside her, the other hand moved to rest at her knee, slipping up her thigh just slowly. "You wouldn't want that, now would you?"
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"Something tells me you get into trouble just fine..."
This is certainly bold, considering she had to invite him into her personal space. His hands are a little rough, but his touch is steady and pretty damn smooth for a pretty boy used to getting his way.
"But, since you're already toeing the line - why not jump?"
Sombra looks over him slowly, biting her bottom lip lightly because damn, this is going to be bad. She's seen him train a few times and while she's no slouch, it's hard to deny the fact that they both know they're a zipper and some creativity away from chrisening the countertop.
"How far do you think we could get before the next patrol shows up?" She takes her free hand and grabs the plum, turning it to take her own bite. "Since we certainly don't want you in a compromising position."
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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?"
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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."
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"I always have a plan." He said, feeling her shift off the counter more, her toes keeping her balanced and up. Her sweater bunched up and exposing purple (of course they were) panties.
It made Genji smirk, a lopsided wild smirk. So she was willing to push this huh? There was a small part of him that expected her to laugh about it and walk off. A tease. The fact that she let his hands wander up her thighs still kept that smile on his face. He'd had a damn good night as it was but no one to take home. Maybe fate said he had someone waiting to play.
He'd practically dragged his hands down her body as he sank to a knee. "Eight minutes isn't long, but I'm pretty good with my mouth." He said it looking up to her, feeling her run a hand into his green hair. A soft humm of a pleased tone as he felt her fingers drift over his scalp. He leaned in to nip at her thigh, just softly, nuzzling his nose and lips over her soft skin. His left hand pressed at her other thigh, slinging up it to barely brush a finger over the soft purple fabric. "Cute."
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Her movement makes him grin, makes him wild and she can feel her pulse quicken at the way he runs his hands down her body. There aren't a lot of guys like him back home, all courage and dignified and a little bit of cabron to even the mix out. It makes her wonder about him, about why he's so different than his brother.
Genji boasts again and while she smiles, she watches him. Seven minutes, forty-five seconds and she's letting out a far harsher pant at the feeling of his teeth, trembling at the feeling of his lips and nose on her thigh.
"I try." She bites her lip again, a little harder as his touch brushes over her underwear.
"Genji~"
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Though, honestly, the amount of trouble he'd get in for being here, in the kitchen, his face between the legs of a beautiful foreigner and employee of the house? Yeah, it might be a bit much later. Again, better to beg forgiveness, right?
it would only be slightly less trouble if he hauled her off to one of their rooms, really.
Another nip to her thigh, higher up now, and he could look up from this point, right up her black clad body and smile. His finger trailed over the triangle of purple covering her, almost petting the fabric as dark eyes focused on her face a moment... before he leaned in to let his tongue pointedly press in instead. If she saw, she might have seen a small green ball piercing in the center of his tongue, and if she didn't look? She'd feel it. His tongue rubbing over the fabric at first, teasing.
"That sweater is so revealing. It's a wonder you even need these." He said, and daringly leaned in firmly, nipping at the fabric to pull on it.
He's letting her keep track of time.
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No wonder the girls here talk about their boyfriends and their sempais in such sappy voices.
He pets the fabric again, just shy of touching anything interesting and she finds her mind reeling to keep track of the seconds. The second nip to her thigh makes it hard to breathe for a moment, drawing a low groan. He looks up at her and Sombra can feel her heart stop for a moment as he opens his mouth and leans in.
The boys she fools around with back home don't watch her so closely and they sure as hell don't work so hard to tease her. They don't have piercings to press against her clit either and suddenly, with a buck of her hips, she realizes these are all things that are sorely needed back home.
"If I knew you were awake I wouldn't have worn them."
It's half-a-lie. She wouldn't have done something so inappropriate in a common area like the kitchen. Walking to his room, however is an entirely different story.
Right. His room. How much time did they have?
Sombra ...squeaks when he nips at the fabric, sighing and giving Genji a look that borders on fondness. She gently draws her nails over his scalp, while she summons a dim vidpanel that starts counting down from seven minutes with her free hand. She promptly goes back to bracing against the counter, tightening her grip on his hair.
"Seven minutes..." She manages, weakly as she looks to the doorway of the kitchen.
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He was also of the opinion that if a woman was looking at you with that kind of fondness in her eye, he must be doing something good. Foreplay, teasing and stringing someone along for a while were all good and fun in his book. And if he could push his partner to an edge, it's a win for him.
Like right now, the way she braced at the counter, or how her hips bucked to his mouth like that, he couldn't help but smile. Watching her gave him his own satisfaction, and that squeak? Nearly a form of music. One he hummed an approving hum to.
With his teeth he pulled at her underwear, just enough to hook a finger in and pull further to the side, exposing her just enough to play, for now. These wont be needed later. If she'd want a later. And he was pretty sure he was going to pick her up and cart her off. Take out for the evening.
He couldn't help the deep chuckle as he saw a flash of something go up. A timer. "What? Too distracted to keep track of time yourself?" He teased, but before she could get a proper answer out, tongue to flesh happened. Leaning in to long lick over her clit. Once, twice, and the third time he let the ball piercing roll over the underside of it, he leaned in with both lips to catch it, giving it a playful suck; eyes peeking up at her reactions.
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It's not until she feels the fabric of her panties move, that she perks up again. She was expecting to feel him pull them down, maybe even tear them - and then he teases her. Sombra feels her face flush from arousal and embarrassment, making to growl some admonishment.
"Hu-sssshh", she hisses at first long lick he gives her, startled enough that she braces a foot on the cabinet door. Being quiet has become way more difficult, judging from the way her lips have parted and her shallow breath. He continues, somehow still teasing even as he tastes her before he plays dirty.
The piercing on her clit and the suck right after make her tense like she's been struck, sucking in a deep breath and eyes fluttering as she somehow manages to catch his gaze. It's a wonder she managed to stifle herself, looking bewildered and satisfied all at once. One pant, then another before she relaxes and finds her rhythm again.
"Fuck..."
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And mostly... he wanted to hear how that voice would sound moaning his name.
Wanted to see if he could drive her to an edge of need and unravel her a bit. Sombra always seemed too calm, collected and cool with a bit of snobbish 'i'm better than everyone' feel to her. It was something he wanted to break into and play with.
This was a bad idea.
Except when she made that hissing sound and cursed like she was damning his good name. That made this worth it.
His finger curled to hold her panties to the side, not ripping or yanking them in such a way (yet). Because he knew the fastest way to get herself together would be to drop that sweater dress and be covered again. In case anyone showed up. Having a cute pair of purple panties on the kitchen floor would just be hard to explain.
He took a chance to glance away from her to her clock, trying to check the time. He was in some rush, but not too bad. If they had to cut short he'd pick it up again soon, but there was a matter of pride to this. The way his tongue lashed at her clit said he intended to make this worth it. It only took him a moment, his other hand sliding up her thigh and over to help spread her lips a bit more, to give him more to pleasure. Tracing down and up again, teasing her entrance with a finger before letting his tongue lap up her entirety.
He would waste no more time in teasing, going right to the root of Sombra now.
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"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."
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He had his own needy little ticks and she was checking them all, just like this.
He wanted her weak in the knees and wanting more. Generally that was the point he packed up and left, but tonight he wanted to pack her up and leave here right to his room. The slight quiver in her thighs or the panted sounds she made, trying to stifle the sound a bit. He could feel it jolt through his body and arouse him with ease.
And yet his focus never drifted from her. The hand holding her panties back shifts them off to the side more on their own, and slides his hand under and around, looping her thigh to hold her more steady. To help her in this awkward stance at the edge of the counter. The other hand gave her more. She asked for it, and he will provide.
Sliding one center finger down over her clit and between her soft warm lips, he licked again, making sure she was ready for him, before slipping his finger in, just rubbing up against her where he'd learned most girls loved. His thumb slipped in with some practiced skill to stroke right at the base of her clit, rubbing both in and out at once. Not at all letting up with his tongue either.
She might be close to ignoring that clock, and he might be very close to ignoring how much shit he was going to get into if caught here. This was too good.
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"Damn..." Resting her foot on his back, she sighed and bowed her head a little.
His fingers and his tongue tease her and she's almost ready this time, forcing herself to breathe slow, keep an eye on the door and- Puta Madre. Sombra stiffens again, unable to catch the moan that leaves her as Genji begins to stroke her, tongue still working her clit. Closing her eyes to keep from watching him, she shivers again under the combination of his tongue and thumb.
"That's it...please."
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She might even hear, or feel the deep little laugh as she cursed, her body stiffening as his thumb and tongue worked. If he was given time to do this, he would have unmade her slowly, teasing her until she pleaded for more than his mouth or hand. Considering the time constraints, he wanted to hit her hard and leave her weak. While his thumb rubbed circles on the base of her clit, his finger curled and rocked back and forth as well, trying to find the best place to make her come undone.
He really didn't want to admit to himself how cute that little 'please' was either. Honestly, something about her attracted her to him more than the average person. Something about her actually wanted him to see how far he could take this, and maybe even how often. Which was rare if not at all with him.
His head turned into the thigh his arm was around, and he pressed his lips to it, his thumb rubbing up her clit and around to replace his lips. After that pressed kiss, his mouth opened more on her leg, tongue pressing to it... and then drawing back enough to leave a light bite and suck over soft sensitive flesh. High on her inside thigh. Not too hard, as he wasn't sure how'd she take to it, but firm enough to feel. "Mmm, come on Sombra-chan. Don't fight it." He cooed on the bite area, as he slipped his index finger inside with the middle, stroking and thumbing at her with intent.
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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?"
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