[ Oh she can see alright. There's almost as much amusement in the look she passes over Sombra's little demonstration as anything else, amusement that certainly doesn't mean what Sombra's up to isn't working. Because it is. Extremely well, in fact, despite the smirk-accompanied eye roll before she moves away from the door.
Here's something a little closer to their first encounter, again: no hesitation, just crossing the space and clambering onto the bed so she can lean over Sombra and kiss her. She is capable of taking things slower, but—look, when a woman's flashing her tits at you it's not exactly a cue to take the slow road, is it.
There's also one difference though: this time, she actually strips her own shirt off on the way over. Just the tank top, the plain black sports bra underneath stays on, but still. In a well lit room like this, Sombra might even get a better look at her tattoos than was likely possible when South was previously in no rush to undress and they were outside, at night.
Galaxies up her left hip and ribs, an uncoloured black-lined snake that wraps around from her left hip, across her back, to her right ribs until its head settles somewhere under her sports bra. The roses and barbed wire on her bicep weren't hidden in the first place, and the small tattoo on her spine isn't visible from the front. Woman likes her ink. ]
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I'd sure fucking hope so.
[ Oh she can see alright. There's almost as much amusement in the look she passes over Sombra's little demonstration as anything else, amusement that certainly doesn't mean what Sombra's up to isn't working. Because it is. Extremely well, in fact, despite the smirk-accompanied eye roll before she moves away from the door.
Here's something a little closer to their first encounter, again: no hesitation, just crossing the space and clambering onto the bed so she can lean over Sombra and kiss her. She is capable of taking things slower, but—look, when a woman's flashing her tits at you it's not exactly a cue to take the slow road, is it.
There's also one difference though: this time, she actually strips her own shirt off on the way over. Just the tank top, the plain black sports bra underneath stays on, but still. In a well lit room like this, Sombra might even get a better look at her tattoos than was likely possible when South was previously in no rush to undress and they were outside, at night.
Galaxies up her left hip and ribs, an uncoloured black-lined snake that wraps around from her left hip, across her back, to her right ribs until its head settles somewhere under her sports bra. The roses and barbed wire on her bicep weren't hidden in the first place, and the small tattoo on her spine isn't visible from the front. Woman likes her ink. ]