[ It feels right, being back here. Having South again, having her follow her lead without question and only a harmless tease, the way they always are with each other, and Sombra feels... comfortable. Like she's remembering all over again that she made something of a home here, one way or another.
And with a little huff of laughter as she's unzipped, ] No. I just know how much you like to undress me.
[ The kiss to her shoulder is sweet, if unexpected. A soft little smile touches her lips, a reaction difficult to see from behind, one that turns quickly into one of Sombra's more playful little quirks of her lips as she promptly wiggles out of the loosened dress, letting it fall to the floor about her feet.
The only thing she's wearing underneath? The ripped open fishnets. No bra, no underwear, nothing but the mess of fishnets she's tangling her fingers in and pulling off already with a huff, bending as she undresses without a care in the world - because why would she have a single one, right now? South's seen her body a thousand times before, and she knows they both like her naked. Just- you know, they're standing here because Sombra had whined she was cold, and yet- ]
Hmm, where're my pajamas? The purple ones I like, with the fuzzy shorts.
[ And yet instead of looking for them, she's turned herself around to cozy right on back into South, arms about her shoulders as she nudges at her cheek again, softly kissing the warmth of her skin. ]
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And with a little huff of laughter as she's unzipped, ] No. I just know how much you like to undress me.
[ The kiss to her shoulder is sweet, if unexpected. A soft little smile touches her lips, a reaction difficult to see from behind, one that turns quickly into one of Sombra's more playful little quirks of her lips as she promptly wiggles out of the loosened dress, letting it fall to the floor about her feet.
The only thing she's wearing underneath? The ripped open fishnets. No bra, no underwear, nothing but the mess of fishnets she's tangling her fingers in and pulling off already with a huff, bending as she undresses without a care in the world - because why would she have a single one, right now? South's seen her body a thousand times before, and she knows they both like her naked. Just- you know, they're standing here because Sombra had whined she was cold, and yet- ]
Hmm, where're my pajamas? The purple ones I like, with the fuzzy shorts.
[ And yet instead of looking for them, she's turned herself around to cozy right on back into South, arms about her shoulders as she nudges at her cheek again, softly kissing the warmth of her skin. ]