As the final killcam plays, LATE and RODNY's eyes lock, the tension palpable. RODNY's hand inches closer to LATE's inner thigh, making her squirm. "Don't," she breathes, but her body responds differently, her nipples hardening, pussy throbbing. RODNY's fingers trace patterns on her skin, moving upwards, finding her wetness. She gasps, her head falling back, as he slowly circles her clit, his other hand cupping her breast, pinching her nipple. Their bodies move in sync, their moans drowning out the sound of gunfire from the game.