Thread: Call to Service [DeliciousLust//Frost]

Their current setting didn't exactly set a good impression for Hana when it came to impressing Warlock if he was here for anything else other than recruiting her into Valentech. It was a rather cramped apartment in the heart of Seoul, but some ways from the actual downtown and found itself above an internet cafe, some computer hardware stores and a few fast food places. The apartment barely hosted two cramp bedrooms with a kitchen that spilt into the living room. The appliances and furniture she bought for herself with her own savings were top of the line, especially with the trendy-looking leather couch that they were currently sitting on together. It was a rather neat crash pad for the extra cash she had laying around. All in all, it seemed to present the image of someone with great ambitions that was stunted by opportunities. It was perhaps everything a teenage girl like herself would have wanted, if she had absolutely no other pursuits in life or the experience of the adrenaline of battle. However, Hana Song was easily somebody who wasn't just comfortable with loafing around in her apartment and getting her rocks off by performing in front of an audience of hundreds. It was fun and very pleasurable, but it hardly did much to pay the bills around here. Her desires were perhaps easy and simple, but truly pleasing her was a complicated ordeal. It seemed that this offer from Valentech and Miss Valentine herself aimed to change all of that and give her another chance to return to the fray of duty. Hana could guess why she would choose her specifically to work in Valentech, seeing as she was indeed known for her elite talent and skills, but she wasn't a member of Overwatch to equal the likes of Warlock. They found her even worthy enough to be guarding the CEO personally, though she was wary of how Valentine would be like in person. Miss Valentine had a rather sparkling and strong persona when it came to her public image, but she didn't know if truth and reality fit well together. However, it wasn't just the money that her interested, but the thought of getting back into action that had her really think. Ever since she graduated from playing video games to fighting in the real deal, it was a sort of 'game' that she enjoyed doing but wasn't so accessible at the push of a button nowadays. Her video skills remained as sharp as ever since her discharge from the army, but she didn't want her skills to atrophy as combat fighter. It felt like she had been a while since she got in a mech, straddling down with two joy sticks in her hands, pwning noobs left and right... It was ultimately an offer she couldn't refuse, seeing as she was presented with an exciting job in her field, with all expenses paid for and everything related to her ego and desires catered for. How could she say no? She gave him a sure nod, more than ready to embrace this challenge. That sounds good to me. I'll do it! Take me to Valentine! She said to him, sounding more than sure, almost like she could even do it immediately. That is, if they didn't have some time to spare... Warlock had been rather cool and objective since his arrival, taking the time to prioritise selling the position to her Hana, explaining the position and assuaging and concerns she had to make all those benefits rather clear. This was what made it even more surprising when he drew closer to her and even went so far as touching her in a very intimate manner, shifting from business to pleasure in almost a heartbeat. She did toy with the fantasy of being intimate with one of the heroes of Overwatch, but she didn't think it would actually happen. He had one hand on her chin and the other on her thigh, feeling the dampness of her juices reflected back on her with the soaked fabric of her glove. She closed her eyes in a dreamy fashion and gave that thumb on her lower lip a few prodding licks with the tip of her tongue, as testing the grounds, and place her hand on his arm to encourage that attention further. With her subtle guidance, she drew Warlock's arm closer and her soft lips found their way around the tip of his thumb to give it a subtle suckle. She hummed out contemplatively as she savoured him, or rather the outer dressing that made Warlock, Mmm... She slowly opened her eyes one more, realizing that she probably didn't have to imagine more than she had to, especially when the Warlock before her seemed so accommodating and addressed her desires in the calm manner of speaking that he did before. He was willing to assist her in any other regard she might need? She was wet and horny, to say the least, now the prospect of getting intimate with one of the idols of Overwatch grew more exciting than broadcasting her acts of sexual exhibition on the internet. Her bright eyes looked intently at him as if they were almost sure to pierce the helmet he was wearing and see the identity through it. However, to her, the man on the outside was as much as the man on the inside. It didn't bother her too much that she didn't know what was laid beneath, only that she wanted Warlock. She drew closer to him and straddled his lap with those curious and demanding eyes, laying a small kiss on his forehead in something of a gentle intimate gesture that seemed to say far more than any words in any language at the moment. She really liked him and she wanted him. Her hand left his was she rested it on his shoulder, to secure herself in place as she got comfortable with sitting. She gave a slow lick of her lips in a tantalizing gesture, brushing once more on the thumb if it was still on her chin. Her eyes were so full of intent, even as they drifted off and looked down to her pleated miniskirt. She hiked it up to reveal that she was without panties underneath, the folds of her needy sex were wet and aroused with little rivulets of her moisture streaming down from her thighs. Looking back at him intently, as if to get a read of his expression through that helmet, she smiled eagerly. I want to get rekt by Warlock, she said carefully in English as her wish, lightly accented by her Korean tongue. Her gaze was lustful, but intent on what she wanted.