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In the rubble of a ruined Zaunite arcade, Jinx’s laugh cuts through the dust as she grinds against Ekko, her fingers digging into the grit and broken glass beneath them. He pins her wrist to the floor, the spark of his Z-Drive crackling against her hip, while she bites down on his shoulder hard enough to taste copper and oil. They fuck in the gray, choking haze, her hand clamped over his mouth to muffle the groan as a chunk of concrete digs into his spine.
The dust is still settling when Jinx shoves Ekko back against a collapsed cabinet, her laugh sharp and metallic. She drops onto his lap, grinding hard, her fingers clawing into the grit and broken glass around them. He catches her wrist, pins it to the floor, the Z-Drive at his hip crackling blue against her bare skin. Her teeth find his shoulder, copper and oil flooding her mouth as she bites down.
The dust is still settling when Jinx shoves Ekko back against a collapsed cabinet, her laugh sharp and metallic. She drops onto his lap, grinding hard, her fingers clawing into the grit and broken glass around them. He catches her wrist, pins it to the floor, the Z-Drive at his hip crackling blue against her bare skin. Her teeth find his shoulder, copper and oil flooding her mouth as she bites down.