[ On Sombra's end, there is no such biting back of laughter. Happy and clearly entertained, she giggles (and squeaks a bit) when at last she's grabbed. South's arm curves quick around her little waist and she's pulled in against her, leaving the two of them tumbling over the bed with the momentum, nearly rolling right off it onto the damn floor when-
When fucking somehow, Sombra manages to roll them both so quickly, so calculated, that their tumble ends with South flat on her back against the mattress, head so close to tipping over the edge that her hair spills over it instead, and Sombra sitting proudly on top of her, pinning at least one of South's arms down beside her as she grins - a happy little predator with her prey held down under her paw. (It's almost as though this is exactly where she wanted South all along. What a coincidence!) ]
I win.
[ Because Sombra always wins, of course. And her prize? A playful nudge of noses, and a kiss that deepens the more it lingers, slow and honest in a way Sombra sometimes struggles to be - but finds easier, every day it's easier, with South. ]
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When fucking somehow, Sombra manages to roll them both so quickly, so calculated, that their tumble ends with South flat on her back against the mattress, head so close to tipping over the edge that her hair spills over it instead, and Sombra sitting proudly on top of her, pinning at least one of South's arms down beside her as she grins - a happy little predator with her prey held down under her paw. (It's almost as though this is exactly where she wanted South all along. What a coincidence!) ]
I win.
[ Because Sombra always wins, of course. And her prize? A playful nudge of noses, and a kiss that deepens the more it lingers, slow and honest in a way Sombra sometimes struggles to be - but finds easier, every day it's easier, with South. ]