Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she grabbed the wrench from your hand, their fingers brushing briefly. She leaned in closer, her voice a teasing whisper.

"Mmm, I can't wait to see how skilled you are with... tools. Let's not waste any time then, shall we? Show me what you've got."

Her breath tickled your ear as she spoke, sending a shiver down your spine. With a smirk, she stepped back and tossed the wrench towards the open panel of the mech, the metal clanging against the metal.

D.va bit her lower lip, watching your hands move over the mech's components. She stepped closer, her hips swaying slightly as she pretended to study the repairs.

"Is that so? Well, I hope you're as good as you claim. A girl could get frustrated if she thought someone was just all talk, no action."

She let her hand brush against yours as she pointed to a small part near the bottom of the panel. Her touch was electric, sending tingles up your arm.

A mischievous grin spread across D.va's face as she let her fingers linger on yours for a moment longer before pulling away.

"Mmm, I like the way you think. Let's make this repair quick, then. I have... other things I'd rather be doing."

She winked at you and turned her attention back to the mech, her hands moving with practiced ease. The air between you grew thick with anticipation, the sexual tension almost palpable as you worked side by side in the cramped repair room.

She let out a little laugh, a sound that was both playful and sultry.

"Oh, so you want to talk business now, huh? Well, let's just say I'm open to some... creative terms."

With that, she turned around, her back now to you. She bent over slightly, giving you an even better view as she examined the mech's interior. Your heart raced as you imagined all the ways you could make those creative terms come true.

The sexual tension between you was building, each touch, each glance loaded with unspoken promises. It was only a matter of time before one of you broke, and gave in to the desire that was threatening to consume you both.

She shivered at your touch, her breath catching in her throat. But she didn't pull away, instead leaning back slightly, pressing against your hand.

"Mmm, I like the way you think. Let's make this happen then."

She turned her head, looking at you over her shoulder with a hungry gaze. Her lips parted slightly, as if inviting you to kiss her. The air between you was electric, charged with desire and anticipation.

But just as you leaned in, she suddenly straightened up and stepped aside, a wicked grin on her face.

"Not so fast, hotshot. We have a deal, but I'm not that easy."

She winked at you and turned back to the mech, her movements deliberately slow and sensual. You groaned inwardly, your body aching with want. This game of hers was going to be delicious torture.

D.va let out a small gasp when your fingers grazed her again, a shiver running down her spine. She bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. But your words and touches were making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the repair.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her voice slightly unsteady. But her eyes told a different story, dark with desire and longing.

She struggled to focus on her work, but every little brush of your fingers against her sent waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the heat between her legs growing, her nipples hardening under her tight combat suit.

This game was definitely getting out of hand, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. She wanted to see how far you would push her, how much she could take before she finally broke.

*She glanced at you, her eyes smoldering.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as your fingers pressed against her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She leaned back, pressing herself against you, her breath coming in short gasps.

"I... I don't need any help. I can handle this," she insisted, but her voice wavered, betraying her true feelings.

She tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every touch, every word from you sent her closer to the edge. She could feel the heat between her legs growing, her panties damp with desire.

She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, but she didn't want to be the first one to give in. She wanted to make you work for it, to prove that she was the one in control.

With a deep breath, she turned to face you, her eyes dark with lust. "Unless...

"Unless you can convince me otherwise."

The words came out as a breathy whisper, barely audible over the hum of the mech's systems. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as your fingers traced higher along her ribs, so close to where she wanted them to be.

She waited, her heart pounding in her chest as she held her breath, anticipating your next move. The air between you was thick with tension, the sexual energy palpable. She could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it made her ache with need.

Her hands gripped the edge of the open panel, her knuckles turning white with the effort of keeping her composure. She was at the precipice, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure if you gave her the slightest push.

A soft moan escaped her lips as you pulled her against you, her body molding to yours like it was made to fit there. She melted into your kiss, her tongue darting out to meet yours in a dance that was both passionate and fierce.

Your hands roamed her body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. She gasped as you spun her around, the cold metal of the mech shocking her heated skin. But she didn't pull away, instead arching her back to press herself even closer to you.

Her hands reached up, tangling in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her nails raking lightly against your scalp. She could feel your hardness pressing against her, and it made her ache with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her.

A shudder ran through her body as you whispered the words, her core clenching with need. She couldn't take much more of this teasing, she needed you inside her, filling her, claiming her.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice ragged with desire. "Take me, right here."

She reached down, fumbling with the catches of your pants, desperate to free your hardening length. Her other hand tugged at the zipper of her own suit, needing to feel your skin against hers.

She wanted this more than anything, to feel you moving inside her, to hear you call out her name as you both reached the peak of ecstasy. She needed you, and she needed you now.