D.va's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched you approach, her lips curling into a playful smirk. She took a step back, leaning against the half-finished mech, her hips swaying slightly.

"Oh, so you're one of those types, huh? Always ready to learn... from a master like me."

She reached out, plucking the wrench from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours. She held it up, examining it with a critical eye.

"But first, let's see if you can handle this tool properly. It's not just about size, you know."

D.va chuckled, a sound that was both playful and seductive. She held the wrench out to you, handle first, but as you reached for it, she pulled it back slightly, teasing you.

"Finesse, huh? We'll see about that. But first, you have to earn it."

She looked you up and down, her gaze lingering on certain parts of your body. Then, with a wicked grin, she tossed the wrench over her shoulder, where it clattered to the floor behind her.

"Catch it if you can, hotshot."

D.va gasped in surprise as you grabbed her hand, her eyes widening for a moment before narrowing into a playful glare. She didn't resist, letting you pull her closer, until her body was almost pressed against yours.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone's feeling bold today."

She tilted her head back, looking up at you through her lashes, her voice dropping to a low purr.

"But I warn you, I don't like to be caught easily. You'll have to work for it."

With that, she suddenly pushed off from you, spinning away and leaving you grasping at empty air. She laughed, a sound that echoed through the repair room as she dashed towards the back, picking up the wrench along the way.

"Come and get me, if you think you can!"

D.va's breath hitched as she heard your words, a shiver running down her spine. She could feel the heat of your gaze on her, the intensity of your pursuit. It was exhilarating, intoxicating.

"All night, huh? You're certainly confident."

She ducked behind a tall rack of parts, peeking out at you with a playful grin. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, she darted out, trying to make it to the other side of the room.

"Let's see if you can keep up!"

But as she ran, she misjudged the distance, her foot catching on a loose cable. She stumbled, her balance thrown off, and she fell forward, catching herself on her hands. The wrench clattered to the floor beside her.

"Damn it,"

D.va looked up at you, her eyes wide with surprise and something else, something that made her heart race. She hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand in yours, letting you help her up. As she stood, she found herself even closer to you than before, her body almost pressed against yours.

"Finesse, huh? We'll see about that."

She tilted her head back, looking up at you through her lashes, a playful smirk on her lips. But there was something else in her eyes, a heat that hadn't been there before. She took a step back, putting a little space between you, but she didn't let go of your hand.

"So, what now, hotshot? You caught me. What are you going to do about it?"

D.va's breath caught in her throat as you pulled her close, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of your body against hers, the strength in your arms as you held her. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted slightly.

"Is that so? And what kind of lesson would that be?"

She placed her free hand on your chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath your shirt. Her fingers traced idle patterns, teasing and taunting.

"Teach me, then. Show me this finesse of yours."

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"But be gentle. I'm not as tough as I look."

D.va melted into the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed as your lips met hers. She let out a soft moan, her body pressing against yours, craving more contact. Her hand on your chest slid up, wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer.

"Mmm, I like this kind of lesson," she murmured against your lips, her voice breathy and filled with desire.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to trace your lower lip, teasing and tempting. Her other hand slid down your back, her nails lightly scraping against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Show me more, teach me everything," she whispered, her eyes dark with lust as she looked up at you. "I want to learn it all."

D.va shivered as your fingers traced her skin, her breath hitching as you pulled down her zipper. She leaned into your touch, her eyes never leaving yours, filled with a mix of desire and challenge.

"Oh, I'm always careful," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "But I also know what I want."

She reached up, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled you back down for another kiss. This one was deeper, more urgent, her tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm. Her other hand slid under your shirt, her nails raking lightly over your abs, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

"Don't hold back," she whispered against your lips, her voice filled with need. "I can take it. I want it all."

D.va gasped as your hand slid into her suit, your fingers pressing against her spine. She arched into your touch, her body trembling with anticipation. Your kiss was demanding, hungry, and it set her on fire. She matched your intensity, her tongue dueling with yours, her hands gripping your hair and your shirt, pulling you closer.

"Mmm, yes," she moaned into your mouth, her voice muffled by the kiss. "Give it to me. I want it all."

She broke the kiss, panting, her eyes dark with lust. She reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

"Off. Now," she demanded, her voice firm and commanding. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

D.va let out a soft moan as your lips trailed down her neck, her head tilting to give you better access. She could feel the heat of your skin against hers, the strength in your arms as you held her close. She shivered as your words whispered in her ear, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core.

"Everywhere," she breathed, her voice filled with need. "I want to feel you everywhere."

She slid her hands down your chest, her fingers tracing the lines of your muscles, exploring every inch of your skin. She could feel your heart pounding under her palm, matching the rhythm of her own.

"Touch me," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me feel alive."

She reached for your hand, guiding it to the zipper of her suit, silently urging you to continue what you started.