Jesse smirked as she stared down the cerulean blue haired woman. Moira Cruz, an Overwatch agent who became a regular to the Blackwatch Division, someone who had caught his eye when he first saw her.

She was gorgeous, exotic, perfect and yet it seemed as if he had seen her before.

Sure, people spoke about how much of a playboy he was, how much of a heartbreaker he was and whatever else that sugared their coffee that day. The only ones whose opinions mattered to him were the ones close to him, they knew the real him and they could clearly tell that he was smitten with the woman. Sure there were tons of other women around Blackwatch and Overwatch, he may have been nice and entertained the thought of there being interest, but he was just being nice.

It took one night for him to be hooked on her, and he needed more.

"You can wipe that stupid grin off your face spurs. Whatever you're going to ask me, the answer is 'No'" Moira sighed and crossed her arms.

"Aw, c'mon now don't give me that sass," Jesse chuckled as he held a piece of paper and waved it in front of her, teasing her with it.

He had surprisingly done some research on his own and did a little digging into the woman's dossier, he was for sure that he had seen her somewhere other than the casino where they had recruited her.

"So when were ya gonna tell me 'bout this?" Jesse asked.
"About what?" Moira questioned.
"Crimson Castle...pole dancer...you were Queen Tierra weren't ya?" Jesse asked smugly. Moira stared at the man blankly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

"There's no mistake 'bout it...that luscious blue hair, those hips…" Jesse trailed off as his eyes roamed over her small curvaceous form. Moira had narrowed her eyes at the man when their eyes met.
"Nothin' to say Peaches?" Jesse teased.
"How did you find that?" Moira asked.
"I got curious an had someone look into some things and did a lil researching on my own...an' this little gem came up," Jesse smirked.
"Get to the point spurs," Moira scoffed.
"Aww cmon Peaches...I was jus curious is all on how you got to be so good at wielding that there spear of yours," Jesse said with a smirk.
"Stop dancing around and tell me what you want," Moira repeated.
"I'm not the one that's dancin' though...but...I want ya to dance for me," Jesse said as he crossed his arms.
"W-What?"
"I said...dance. for. me. "Jesse repeated.

Honey brown eyes met warm chocolate as the two looked at each other, ignoring the agents that walked passed in the hallway. Moira ran a hand through her cerulean blue hair before placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm sure your little friend won't appreciate that at all," Moira said bored.
"Who? What lil' friend?" Jesse questioned, Moira, chuckled at the man's response.
"You're not slick spurs," Moira said, she knew that he knew who he was referring to. An engineer in the Blackwatch department, the young woman that was infatuated with him, she had seen her around him practically a lovesick puppy following the man around eating up every word that came out of his mouth. It was a bit unhealthy and yet, he was just being nice.
"C'mon," Jesse started.
"It's gonna cost you a pretty penny," Moira said a smirk on her lips.
"We've had sex before and now yer making me pay?" Jesse asked a little shocked.
"You're asking me to do something I haven't done in a while. I'm not being paid for it," Moira smirked.
"Yer serious aren't ya?" Jesse asked as he looked at the woman's unwavering smirk. All he wanted was a lap dance and maybe a quickie after, he didn't expect the woman to actually charge him for it, they had been dating for almost a year.

"Follow me," Moira said as she walked past him, Jesse sighed and followed the woman. Jesse watched as the woman began down the hall, curiosity sparkling in his whiskey-colored eyes as he followed the sway of her hips not realizing she had stopped.

"Are you coming or are you just going to stare at my ass all day?" Moira huffed.

"If ya don't mind, I might jus do that," Jesse replied as he started after her.

"I can't believe that Commander Reyes keeps your around," Moira scoffed.

"Well, he has his own distractions to worry 'bout. I'm the least of his concerns," Jesse replied as he walked with the woman down the hall.

The next few minutes were a blur when they reached Moira's room in the Overwatch Division, he was seated, horny and blindfolded.

"Ok so this wasn' what I was expectin' Peaches," Jesse said as he leaned back in his chair.
"If you take off that blindfold, I'm going to charge you for sure," Moira replied.
"Don't you worry bout that…" Jesse said as he heard shuffling and music in the background. He couldn't see a thing, but he knew that what was going to come was going to be one of the greatest times of his life.

He felt a hand gently cup his chin, a thumb over his lips before the soft hand began to slide down the side of his neck, trailing down his chest. Instantly goose bumps spread over his skin as if her hands were cold, no they were warm.

"Oh…" Jesse said quietly.

"I haven't even gotten started yet Spurs," Moira said

"Just remember, no touching unless I say so,"

"You know that's not fair, you puttin' yer hands on me an' I can't touch," Jesse said

"Hush," Moira huffed causing the man to chuckle and shift slightly in his chair. Without warning the blindfold was pulled from Jesse's face and there stood Moira dressed in a black crop top, and shorts that cupped her ass a little bit too perfectly.

Jesse's lips parted as he watched the woman step in front of him, just shy of his reach, slowly she started to sway her hips to the rhythm of the music playing in the background, the way her hands sensually trailed down her sides, the way her hips jerked from side to side her ass shaking deliciously as she turned, her back arching as she rolled her hips.

There was no doubt about it, the man was hypnotized.

He knew she was good at what she did, but this was on a different level of expertise. The man wasn't a stranger to the strip clubs nor lap dances, but that sway, and sharp twist in her hip, the quick jerk that shook her ass too well, the way she dipped, her hair cascading over her shoulders, that sweet arch in her back.

This was completely different.

"Oh shit…" Jesse whispered as she moved to straddle a leg, rolling her hips as she pressed her chest against him. His warm honey eyes met her chocolate ones, a smirk on her lips before she moved her other leg, straddling his lap as she continued to roll her hips changing the speed and how intensely she grounded herself against him. A smirk on her lips, she knew what she was doing. She knew what she was doing to him the straining bulge told her everything she needed to know.

"Moira...sweetheart," Jesse's plea was between a whimper and a growl.

Another roll of her hips, a jerk, the friction of her grinding on his lap steadily built pressure in his groin and steadily broke down his control to keep his hands to himself. It was getting harder and harder as she leaned into him, her breasts in his face, the arch in her back as she continued to shake her ass.

"Already whining Spurs?" Moira whispered before she gripped his shoulders leaning back pressing flush against him as she rolled her hips. Just as quickly as she started, she stood, Jesse groaned from the loss of warm friction, he grabbed himself just to make up for the loss of contact.

"Moira...Sweetheart c'mon now-oh fuck," Jesse groaned as the woman crouched swaying her hips as she stood, her movements going with the rhythm of the music, his head following her every movement.

Just as Moira turned running her hands through her hair arching her back as she looked over her shoulder at the man, Jesse quickly stood and wrapped arm around her slender waist as he quickly barricaded her between him and one of the walls in his room.

"J-jesse!" Moira squeaked.

"I'm weak...peaches...Moira..sweetheart...darlin'," Jesse rambled off sweet nothings into her ear as a hand slipped into her shorts. Moira gasped, his thick fingers slipped between her already heated sex.

"I'm a weak man," Jesse groaned into deep cerulean blue hair his teeth grazing at her ear as he pressed hard against her, grounding his hips into her plush ass.

"I blame you," Jesse's deep timbre sent shivers trailing down Moira's back as his fingers worked their magic on her.

"Jesse…" Moira moaned quietly as his free hand held her wrists above her head as his fingers continued to break her down to his level.

"Moira sweetheart...I need ta feel you...against me...on me...all of ya," Jesse groaned as she pressed her ass hard against the straining bulge pressed against her. With a simple nudge from her, Jesse released her hands letting her brace herself against the wall for what was coming.

"It took you long enough," Moira smirked as she looked at the man over her shoulder.

That smirk told him all that he needed to know. She expected this to happen, of course, she did.

"An' here I thought I was being a good boy actually followin' directions for once," Jesse chuckled as he quickly moved unbuckling his belt buckle, and freed himself from the constraints of his pants.

His attention was focused on the curve of Moira's back, the gentle curve but she knew how to drive him wild when she arched her back deeply, pushed her ass out a certain way. Just with those simple things she made him into her slave, willing to do anything she asked without hesitation, she had him under a trance.

"You dun have to tell me twice Moira," Jesse whispered.

Her skin was cool to the touch as he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her towards wanting to feel the soft skin of her ass against his already dribbling member.

"Jesse you're moving too slow," Moira said annoyance laced in every word.

"I'm sorry sweetheart… yer sweet lil' ass is distracting," Jesse's words were a grumble in his chest as he positioned himself at her dripping sex.

Gently Moira leaned back cupping Jesse's face pressing her lips against his, something that she knew that he'd been aching for, something she had been aching to do all night. As their lips met Jesse slowly pressed forward into completely burying himself in her, their moans drowned out in each other as they greedily deepened their kiss.

Jesse gripped her hip as he used his other hand to keep himself from pressing all of his weight onto the petite woman. Hesitantly they broke the kiss, leaving the two panting for air, chocolate and whiskey eyes met searching for something that had yet to be said.

A soft mewl spilled from Moira's lips as Jesse pulled back, leaving the tip at her entrance and quickly bury himself back into her heat.

"God, sweetheart…" Jesse growled against her neck, nipping at the skin that her luscious cerulean blue hair didn't cover, groaning at the soft moans, and squeaks that spilled from her lips.

Slow, measured thrusts, filling and stretching her in all the right places. Just how she liked it, just how he wanted it.

"Fuck...Jesse," Moira panted her arms barely supporting her as Jesse gripped onto her hips, slamming his hips into hers, slamming himself as far as he could go inside of her. His pace was fast and hard, barely giving her any room to meet his pace.

"Jesse…" Moira whined as he had her body pressed against the wall she tried to brace herself against. He had one arm wrapped around her waist while the other braced himself against the wall.

Her entire being felt as if she was on fire, and yet she could still feel the heat from the man only fueling the flames within her.

"Jesse," Moira moaned deeply, her head hanging low, in turn, she was awarded a deep groan that sent a delicious cold shiver through her spine.

"I'm gonna-" Moira choked as she felt his fingers teasing her clit further pushing her towards her end.

"Oh god-"

Over and over again he slammed into her tight heat, he stretched and filled her over and over again. Moira bit down on the sleeve of her shirt to stifle the moans and cries, she didn't know how thin the walls were or who was listening, but the thought of people walking by and hearing what they were doing, the thought of being caught made Harder, faster, their hips met pushing them closer and closer to their end.

Moira was the first to crumble, her orgasm shooting through her, her skin ablaze, unable to hold back her cry as she came. The tight squeeze of her walls had him moaning her name as he felt himself slipping, releasing inside of her.

The haze was heavy as the two leaned heavily against the wall in her room. It took Moira a few moments to collect herself, the soft lips on the side of her jaw, the soft scratching of his beard, the feeling of emptiness and her clothes shifting pulled her back to the present.

"Mmm Jesse…" Moira murmured.

"Yes, sweetheart…" Jesse replied his voice still husky.

"You keep this between us...ok?" Moira said.

"Of course...only if ya do this more for me," Jesse chuckled.

"I swear to god Jesse," Moira threatened

"Yeah, yeah, I know. There's no way I'm lettin' anyone know bout this," Jesse sighed as he placed one more kiss on the side of Moira's jaw.