[ Maybe she'll confirm or deny theories for her at some point, maybe she won't. Sombra isn't exactly forthcoming when it comes to details about herself, but, well - she hasn't exactly been subtle when it comes to what she wants though, has she?
She's not shy about vocalizing when she likes something, either. It's in her little breaths of laughter, the happy little hums she does - the noises she makes when she's a little more heated and disheveled than this. Right now, it's the soft little hum against South's lips as she kisses her, that trails off into something a little closer to a moan when she feels at hand at her breast, fingers following patterns in ways that feel very fucking nice, however light the touch.
It's good, also, that South follows Sombra's lead. It allows her to lift her hips the way she wants, hook her legs around her the way she wants - and as much as she likes South's hand roaming her breast, Sombra sees how she's holding her weight and can't quite help taking advantage of it to continue positioning them the way she likes. Being smaller doesn't seem to matter when you're good at poking and pushing where you need to poke and push, and with another laugh, Sombra rolls them, shoving South onto her back as Sombra sits atop her, straddling her hips and planting her hands on South's stomach. ]
Changed my mind. [ But, here. She'll take her shirt off completely this time, pulling it over head and carelessly tossing it- well, somewhere, at least. ] You can watch me undress myself this time.
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She's not shy about vocalizing when she likes something, either. It's in her little breaths of laughter, the happy little hums she does - the noises she makes when she's a little more heated and disheveled than this. Right now, it's the soft little hum against South's lips as she kisses her, that trails off into something a little closer to a moan when she feels at hand at her breast, fingers following patterns in ways that feel very fucking nice, however light the touch.
It's good, also, that South follows Sombra's lead. It allows her to lift her hips the way she wants, hook her legs around her the way she wants - and as much as she likes South's hand roaming her breast, Sombra sees how she's holding her weight and can't quite help taking advantage of it to continue positioning them the way she likes. Being smaller doesn't seem to matter when you're good at poking and pushing where you need to poke and push, and with another laugh, Sombra rolls them, shoving South onto her back as Sombra sits atop her, straddling her hips and planting her hands on South's stomach. ]
Changed my mind. [ But, here. She'll take her shirt off completely this time, pulling it over head and carelessly tossing it- well, somewhere, at least. ] You can watch me undress myself this time.