“Sneaky little one! When did you think of surprising me like this?”

Junkrat starts immediately a shrill, manic giggle which he tries to stifle in the crook of one arm without much luck – it keeps bubbling out. Zarya smiles indulgently. Most of the sounds Junkrat makes were anything but pleasant but she loved knowing he was having fun, either way.

Especially when he was vulnerable like this; prosthetics shoved over the edge of the bed and out of sight; surprising her with his short, flailing limbs and naked, delectable body after he faux-fought with her over the blanket before letting her pull it away.

“You want me to play with you?” she coos, kneeling on the edge of the bed slowly. She grins when her boy immediately shrieks and kicks at her without intent of hurting, wriggling and pulling out of her lax grasp whenever she reaches for him.

He wants to play and she has more than enough time to indulge.