[ There is very much some vague mumbling of 'jesus fucking christ I was getting there', but the half-hearted grumbling doesn't last long once the kisses start, because as Sombra is destined to continue finding out, South is just that easy to distract. All (hypocritical, really) grumbling about her impatience is reduced to an eye roll and shutting her up again with a kiss of her own.

Then she's hooking her hands under Sombra's thighs again and pulling her legs to her hips as she pushes her back down against the bed. Slips one hand between those thighs to stroke fingers through the wetness and lets the toy nudge against her inner thigh. Teasing? Naaaah. Just not rushing. Clearly. ]