[ So she's pretty sure that South recognizes the bait and takes it anyway which, really, just makes her even more certain she's found what she wants in a contract with this one. Still some buttons to push and limits to test, there always is with Sombra, but for now - she's happy to meet South with a grin, a hand coming up to touch her neck, fingertips at the edge of blonde hair, when she's kissed.
The designs don't go unnoticed, either. She'd only caught glimpses of them in the dark and the desperate rush of things last time, so there's a little oh, it's a galaxy realization in her mind when she sees them now. There doesn't seem to be any tattooing on Sombra, but if South's paying any attention to her body in the light, up close, it's easier to see little scars - most of them faint, although if South's familiar with healed gunshot wounds, it's kind of easy to tell she's been shot at least once (twice?) before, near her ribs. There's a few little freckles, too, but otherwise, she's not quite the canvas that South is.
With a little laugh caught somewhere between their lips, Sombra goes from allowing South to lean over her to wrapping her arms around her shoulders and intentionally pulling her down with her as she falls back onto the bed, legs shifted and thighs parted to make it easy for South to fit between them. Someone knows exactly where she wants her new dominant right now, apparently. ]
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The designs don't go unnoticed, either. She'd only caught glimpses of them in the dark and the desperate rush of things last time, so there's a little oh, it's a galaxy realization in her mind when she sees them now. There doesn't seem to be any tattooing on Sombra, but if South's paying any attention to her body in the light, up close, it's easier to see little scars - most of them faint, although if South's familiar with healed gunshot wounds, it's kind of easy to tell she's been shot at least once (twice?) before, near her ribs. There's a few little freckles, too, but otherwise, she's not quite the canvas that South is.
With a little laugh caught somewhere between their lips, Sombra goes from allowing South to lean over her to wrapping her arms around her shoulders and intentionally pulling her down with her as she falls back onto the bed, legs shifted and thighs parted to make it easy for South to fit between them. Someone knows exactly where she wants her new dominant right now, apparently. ]