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shadowfalke

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Pure kisses in rain

Both were soaked. There was no headset, no audience, no cameras. No confident D.Va smile meant for millions of viewers. Just Hana. And him. “You’re staring,” she said. He stood only a few steps away, rain sliding down his face. “Can you blame me?” A tiny smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Normally, she would have had an answer ready. Something teasing. Something clever. Instead, she looked away. That made him smile. “Oh,” he murmured. “So I actually managed to make D.Va nervous.” Her eyes snapped back to his. “Don’t get cocky.” He moved closer. One step. The rain suddenly seemed louder. Hana felt something tighten pleasantly in her stomach. Another step. Close enough now that she could see droplets caught in his eyelashes. Close enough to feel the faint warmth of his body despite the cold rain between them. She swallowed. He lifted his hand slowly. Not touching her yet. That somehow made it worse. His fingers hovered beside her face, waiting. Hana leaned into them. Permission. His fingertips brushed a wet strand of hair away from her cheek. The touch was ridiculously gentle. Barely there. And yet she felt it everywhere. Her eyes fluttered closed for half a second as his fingers traced lightly along the line of her cheek toward her jaw. “You’re freezing,” he whispered. “I’m fine.” “You’re trembling.” Hana opened her eyes. “That’s not why.” For a moment, neither of them moved. Something changed in his expression. The teasing disappeared. His hand remained against her cheek, his thumb slowly brushing away a raindrop that immediately returned. Hana’s breathing became quieter. Deeper. Then she pulled him closer. Their bodies met softly. Warmth beneath cold, rain-soaked bodies. His other hand found her waist. Hana inhaled sharply. Not because the touch was forceful. Because it wasn’t. His palm rested there with deliberate restraint, fingers spreading slightly against her side as though he was memorizing the feeling of holding her. Her forehead touched his. For several seconds, that was all they did. Breathe. Rain ran down Hana’s temple, across her cheek, and disappeared between them. His nose brushed hers. Her fingers tightened around his hips. Their lips were barely centimeters apart. She could feel his breath. Warm. Slow. “Are you going to kiss me,” Hana whispered, “or are you waiting for the respawn timer?” He laughed softly. The sound vibrated against her. She smiled. Then he kissed her. Hana’s eyes closed instantly. The first kiss was almost unbearably gentle. Just the warmth of his lips against hers while cold rain continued falling around them. Then they separated. Barely. A breath. Another touch of their noses. Hana opened her eyes. His were still closed. Something about that made her heart pound harder. So this time, she kissed him. Her hands slid upward, over the wet skin, until her arms rested around his shoulders. She drew him closer. The second kiss lingered. Longer. Warmer. Her lips moved against his with growing confidence, and she felt his hand tighten slightly at her waist. A pleasant shiver travelled through her. She smiled against his mouth. He felt it. “You’re smiling.” “Shut up.” She kissed him again. He laughed into the kiss, and suddenly Hana was laughing too, their foreheads pressing together while rain streamed down both their faces. But the laughter slowly faded. Neither stepped away. His thumb moved along her waist in a slow, absent stroke. Once. Then again. Hana became very aware of it. Of every point where they touched. His arm around her. Her fingers at the back of his neck. The steady rise and fall of his chest against hers. His breath touching her lips between kisses. She leaned closer until there was almost no space left between them. The city disappeared. No traffic. No advertisements. No distant music spilling from clubs. Only rain. Only warmth. Only him. His fingers moved carefully upward along her back, stopping between her shoulders. Hana rested her cheek against his for a moment. His skin was warm despite the rain. “You know,” she whispered near his ear, “this is extremely inconvenient.” “Why?” “My apartment is twelve minutes away.” He went very still. Hana pulled back just enough to look at him. That familiar mischievous D.Va smile had returned. But now there was something softer underneath it. Something private. Something meant only for him. He raised an eyebrow. “Twelve?” “Eleven if we run.” Another roll of thunder echoed between the buildings. Hana glanced toward the sky. Then back at him. He brushed another wet strand of hair from her face. She caught his wrist before his hand could move away and pressed a slow kiss against the inside of his palm. His expression changed instantly. Hana noticed. Of course she noticed. Her smile became wider. “Come on,” she whispered.