[ Somewhere between the kisses she doesn't seem to want to give up, the little forehead bump, the comment South makes, her laughter, their bodies together - somewhere between it all, there's a little flutter of giggles from Sombra, too.
Even when they fade, warmth remains. The same warmth tight in her chest, makes her float along on her feelings more than reason, knowing her timing is - bad? Is it bad? It doesn't feel bad, none of this does, it never does with South. Breathless too, Sombra finds it in her to resist rocking her hips up against her love again, finds it in her to steady herself enough to stop kissing her senseless, too, and just- holds Anja's face so sweetly between her hands as she lays there with her, forehead to forehead. ]
I loved you before, I love you now, and I'll love you after. [ A breath, a laugh. ] What difference does it when I ask you, Anja?
[ The press of her forehead to hers, the struggling breath between words - and Sombra only giggles, breathless, in response, humming softly against her as she continues making it hard to think with the way she moves her hips, keeping South firmly between her thighs. ]
Mmm, no sé, you've said no before.
[ A kiss, then- ]
But- ah, hah, you're right. Never to me. Soooo... [ Giggles escape through the heavy breaths again and she bites, playfully, at South's lip when she demands, ] Make me come then make me yours, mi amor.
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Even when they fade, warmth remains. The same warmth tight in her chest, makes her float along on her feelings more than reason, knowing her timing is - bad? Is it bad? It doesn't feel bad, none of this does, it never does with South. Breathless too, Sombra finds it in her to resist rocking her hips up against her love again, finds it in her to steady herself enough to stop kissing her senseless, too, and just- holds Anja's face so sweetly between her hands as she lays there with her, forehead to forehead. ]
I loved you before, I love you now, and I'll love you after. [ A breath, a laugh. ] What difference does it when I ask you, Anja?
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Oh, I dunno, my— ability to fucking think in fucking sentences, Liv, fucking hell—
[ South breathes, pressing her forehead back against Sombra's and trying to focus even a little better on everything but the physical. ]
—god, fuck, in what world do I ever say fucking no, Liv?
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Mmm, no sé, you've said no before.
[ A kiss, then- ]
But- ah, hah, you're right. Never to me. Soooo... [ Giggles escape through the heavy breaths again and she bites, playfully, at South's lip when she demands, ] Make me come then make me yours, mi amor.