[ Truly, the series of expressions is part of why her laughter rises again as she lounges on the bed. She's quite certain she still wants her hands on South, another kiss maybe (definitely), but she also very much enjoys the feeling of a cat playing with her food, so to speak, that she gets when she plays her stupid games. ]
Ha ha. [ The enunciated way she says that is a bit at odds with the grin that accompanies it, her enjoyment of the dumb little play on words betraying her.
Rolling a bit more, twisting and messing up the bedsheets underneath her more than what's probably necessary, Sombra ends up sitting on the bed with her hands between her legs, idly (maybe a little excitedly) bunching up the sheets a little more as she grins at South across the room. ] Come show me, mi dominante. [ You know, as if she needs any sort of demonstration to believe South's description there, but that's not really the point, is it? ] I'm easier to undress this time.
[ Here, let her demonstrate. Easily keeping eye contact, Sombra releases the sheets from her hands to instead push her little shirt up, not moving to take it off at all, just leaving it pushed up over her breasts so South can see - god, it's another hot pink bra. This one is notably more mesh and see-through, though, with little floral designs in the stitching. ] See?
[ Oh she can see alright. There's almost as much amusement in the look she passes over Sombra's little demonstration as anything else, amusement that certainly doesn't mean what Sombra's up to isn't working. Because it is. Extremely well, in fact, despite the smirk-accompanied eye roll before she moves away from the door.
Here's something a little closer to their first encounter, again: no hesitation, just crossing the space and clambering onto the bed so she can lean over Sombra and kiss her. She is capable of taking things slower, but—look, when a woman's flashing her tits at you it's not exactly a cue to take the slow road, is it.
There's also one difference though: this time, she actually strips her own shirt off on the way over. Just the tank top, the plain black sports bra underneath stays on, but still. In a well lit room like this, Sombra might even get a better look at her tattoos than was likely possible when South was previously in no rush to undress and they were outside, at night.
Galaxies up her left hip and ribs, an uncoloured black-lined snake that wraps around from her left hip, across her back, to her right ribs until its head settles somewhere under her sports bra. The roses and barbed wire on her bicep weren't hidden in the first place, and the small tattoo on her spine isn't visible from the front. Woman likes her ink. ]
[ So she's pretty sure that South recognizes the bait and takes it anyway which, really, just makes her even more certain she's found what she wants in a contract with this one. Still some buttons to push and limits to test, there always is with Sombra, but for now - she's happy to meet South with a grin, a hand coming up to touch her neck, fingertips at the edge of blonde hair, when she's kissed.
The designs don't go unnoticed, either. She'd only caught glimpses of them in the dark and the desperate rush of things last time, so there's a little oh, it's a galaxy realization in her mind when she sees them now. There doesn't seem to be any tattooing on Sombra, but if South's paying any attention to her body in the light, up close, it's easier to see little scars - most of them faint, although if South's familiar with healed gunshot wounds, it's kind of easy to tell she's been shot at least once (twice?) before, near her ribs. There's a few little freckles, too, but otherwise, she's not quite the canvas that South is.
With a little laugh caught somewhere between their lips, Sombra goes from allowing South to lean over her to wrapping her arms around her shoulders and intentionally pulling her down with her as she falls back onto the bed, legs shifted and thighs parted to make it easy for South to fit between them. Someone knows exactly where she wants her new dominant right now, apparently. ]
[ She's arguably too familiar with healed bullet wounds, there's far too many on her own body, and so that detail gets filed away alongside Sombra's ability to throw a decent punch. She's got her shallow theories forming on what Sombra's deal is based on what little information she has so far, but there's no chance in hell of those theories staying at the forefront of her mind right now.
Nope, much more focused on the fact Sombra's pulling her down with her and making sure she doesn't outright flatten the far smaller woman. She braces herself on her forearms, keeps her knees in the bed as she settles happily between her legs. Look, wherever Sombra wants her, she's going to go with it, right now, she has zero complaints to offer.
Not that she'd even bother to voice them if she did, probably, because making out with Sombra's a far more interesting way to be using her mouth right now, too. And whilst she does just that, with one arm still supporting her she shifts the other, hand roaming up the exposed skin to the material of the bra, fingertips brushing over the floral patterns, you know, as if that's what she's interested in here. ]
[ 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.
[ South snorts a laugh—no protests here, clearly, since as strong as she is if she had any it's not like she couldn't try to flip them back. She even throws her hands up like 'alright, not helping'.
Finding where South draws a line is going to be a long-term project, she's far too subby for Sombra to have come anywhere close to it so far. ]
'course you take over when your outfit's easy to get off.
[ Snark snark. Snark that in no way undermines the way she's watching Sombra, anyway, because this is in fact a very good view thank you very much. ]
[ Oh good, they're a good match then, because Sombra's a little (a lot) more pushy than her dumb city designation really wants her to be. She likes pressing buttons, testing limits, flirting with trouble, and she definitely seems to like sitting atop her latest plaything (playmate?), especially when said plaything (playmate's probably better, huh) seems perfectly inclined to obeying her. ]
Don't worry, I'll let you get your own clothes off.
[ Let, she says, clearly confident South's going to listen to her despite the snark. Lips curled into that smirk of hers, her hands find the edge of her leggings and they hook into the fabric, sliding it down over her hips, her thighs as she rises on her knees to make it easier and- god, it's a lot less of a process when she's not pinned against a wall with her legs wrapped around South, isn't it? She does lean down a bit in the process but the closeness is temporary, because once she gets the leggings pulled off and kicked away, Sombra's back to sitting on South's hips, spread thighs making it easy to see she's left her panties, similarly hot pink and see through, on.
Fingers slip under the straps of her bra now, pulling at them enough that when she lets go, they slide down over her shoulders. And then her hands are back on South instead, as she makes one of her thoughtful little humming sounds. The tips of her nails trail over skin, until they stop at the sports bra. ]
[ Look South would honestly probably be more into being called a plaything than she'd admit, discover this at your own peril, Sombra.
There is not a moment that South's eyes leave Sombra as she undresses, she is utterly unashamed of enjoying the view and letting her eyes wander—that's the point, right, so of course she's going to indulge. She is far, far from a pretty underthings woman herself but she certainly appreciates the look on someone who is. ]
Yes, ma'am.
[ The attitude never goes away, but it's part of her charm, really, or it better be if you're going to be dealing with her long-term. She still does as she's told, too, lifting her torso up off the bed enough that she can hook her fingers under the bra and pull it over her head to toss it aside. And oh look, there's the snake's head over her sternum.
Then she flops back again and just flashes a smirk of her own. ]
[ Please, peril is not the word she'd use for that little discovery. Still, just goes to show she's got a lot of buttons to get to pressing.
For now, though- ah, South's responding yes ma'am and, as expected, doing exactly what Sombra's asked of her. She is intentionally unhelpful while she does so, head tipped to the side as she watches with an interested smirk. And as soon as South's back hits the mattress again, Sombra has her hand pressed to her sternum, where fingertips begin to follow the lines of the snake, the curve of her breast - a teasing touch that's much too light to really be satisfying.
Unsurprisingly, that's intentional too. ]
You need a better name for me than ma'am, mi dominante. [ More light touches, as Sombra muses, not offering an alternative. ] Ah, I do like how obedient you sound when you say it, though.
[ Don't mind South squirming a little under the too-light touch—goddammit, Sombra. Not that her decision in placement of the snake's head wasn't in part to draw both eyes and fingers, in moments like these, but it's that deliberate teasing lightness that's the problem here. ]
Yeah, what d'you wanna be called? 'cause you might be overestimating how fuckin' creative I am, I literally just called 'Lina 'boss' a lot.
[ No really, she barely used Carolina's name the first time they fucked and the trend did not exactly shift. Not that it got to happen a lot before she vanished, but still. Carolina seemed almost amused by it as much as turned on, honestly; the fact South's tendency towards being insubordinate, but still doing as she was told eventually, transferred to the bedroom was a novelty, she supposes. ]
[ Oh, don't worry, she doesn't mind the squirming. She quite likes it, seeing the way South reacts to an intentionally light touch, and for a moment there she breathes out a little deeper as she shifts her own hips a bit, finding maybe a bit of satisfaction in the reaction. Just a bit. ]
Hmm... [ South not being very creative, yeah, Sombra can believe that. But as she hums and traces circles over South's chest, intentionally missing the more sensitive spots, she considers the question, not seeming entirely sold on boss, either. ] That's not cute enough, either, even though I am your boss now.
[ She's joking. Sort of. She's laughing, at least, and withdrawing her hands so she may lean down, using them as support against the mattress instead, as she smiles and places a soft kiss to South's sternum. ] Hermosa, maybe. [ Another little kiss, and another, moving up, closer to her neck. ] I am very beautiful. [ And not at all humble, apparently. Or shy, as she parts her lips and gives South's neck a little extra affection, humming again she moves up, across her jaw, lips touching lips for barely a second before she's denying South a kiss she'd only just began to promise, pulling away to laugh again. ]
Your perfect, beautiful sextopia princess. That's what I am. You're my knight, or whatever.
[ There's an undeniable shift in South's breathing as Sombra trails those kisses up from her chest to her throat to her lips—slower, not like she's holding it but like she's very, very focused. She still lets out a huff of air when Sombra pulls away, alongside a fleeting roll of her eyes, though. For a moment she's really fucking tempted to just start calling her tease, honestly. ]
Not sure my armour's shiny enough for that. Though I guess that depends on your standards, princess.
[ Tease would work, it's accurate enough. Pain in the ass is also a contender when it comes to accurate things to call Sombra, but she's all smiles when South decides to play along and calls her princess. Sitting back up without ever finishing that kiss, Sombra grazes nails down South's torso until her hands are back where they started, planted on her stomach and playfully tapping away. ]
What, are you telling me to call you a peasant? [ Is that too mean? She can't tell sometimes. ] I guess if you're not shiny enough, you can just fuck your princess so senseless that she doesn't care anymore.
[ Rising to her knees to give South some wiggle room, Sombra's looking down at her with those devious, eager looking eyes again, the lilt of a laugh in the pleased noise she makes, surveying what South's already given to her. ] Take the rest of your clothes off. I want you naked, for me. [ And no, she will not be moving, or helping, if South again follows her orders. ]
[ 'Peasant' gets one of those snort laughs, so it's not too mean for her, but the bar for too mean for South is definitely not aligned with the average jane. She's often been the one being too mean. And anyway, the follow-up is far more important to her, in the current circumstances. ]
You don't make anything easy, do you? [ another snort ] Guess that's how princesses go.
[ But she'll work with it. This is one of the more unique times she's found herself grateful for her core strength: having to do what's basically a sit-up to work her sweats and underwear down, because she's got a woman on top of her that's very much in the way of her doing just that. She only has to get them down as far as her calves before she can just kick them off, but for as long as that takes... it does bring her face much, much closer to the skin of Sombra's torso.
She just deliberately chooses not to use that proximity to do anything but maybe let her breath tickle. She sticks to the letter of what Sombra tells her to do and nothing else: strips off, then flops back against the bed again and a cheeky little: ]
[ Honestly, is it really surprising that Sombra's still enjoying making South work for her? And while she is quite committed to not being helpful in any way (meaning she does in fact force South to just- deal with her being in the way during the time it takes her to get undressed), Sombra does allow her dominant a little shred of affection, at least. Fingers thread loosely through blonde hair again while South works, not gripping this time, just idly fluffing her hair as she hums softly with the warm tickle of breath against her skin. It's such a small thing, but oh, she likes it all the same.
When South flops back down, Sombra too goes back to where she was, seating her weight back down on her hips. ] See? That wasn't so hard. [ Says the one still in lingerie after easily getting out of her other clothes, but really, who's keeping score?
South following Sombra's orders so precisely does get narrowed eyes cast her way, though, but considering they're paired with a wild grin and a huff that sounds like a laugh, it doesn't seem serious. Breathing out a sigh, ] Touch me. [ To be even clearer: Sombra finds South's wrists and she lifts them, placing her hands directly onto her thighs. ] Start here, figure out the rest. That easy enough for you, mi dominante?
[ God help her why is she so into women being anywhere from kinda mean to straight up actual mean to her, there is a trend in her fantasies and hook-ups that cannot be denied, the exceptions only prove the rule... anyway. ]
I mean now you clearly just can't make up your mind, easy or not easy, buuut...
[ She will continue to be a little shit, she cannot be stopped except by gags or making it impossible for her to form coherent words. Still, the pattern of snark but largely doing what she's told holds. She squeezes Sombra's thighs where she's been so pointedly directed, hands roaming up and up, thumbs dipping to brush along her inner thigh before the motion carries on past. Hips, ass... she's not being particularly torturous or anything, but there is no rush, and she may still be deliberately sticking to the letter of her instructions. For now. ]
[ It's true, she did get drawn away from forcing South to work in favour of being a little (playfully) mean. But it's fine, Sombra has South's hands on her now and she's happy with that, even with how those hands decide to roam.
No rush is fine. Sombra isn't in one either - even though she does have direction. ]
Hm, you're good at following orders, aren't you?
[ Don't think she doesn't notice what you're up to, South. She's played this game before, she knows. And while she allows South to roam how she pleases there for a while, soon enough Sombra's directing those hands again, encouraging them to move higher with the press of her fingertips. Up over her stomach, up to the band of her pretty bra with the straps still hanging loosely over her shoulders.
I was a soldier. [ because clearly that's what's relevant here, not her being a brat ] And now I'm maybe a non-shiny-knight. Following orders comes with the territory.
[ Continued snark or not she takes the hint, lets Sombra encourage her exploration's direction and follows through when she leaves her to it again. Ghosts her fingertips over the flowery design, again, and spends long enough touching, kneading, through the material that Sombra could be forgiven for thinking she's still doing the 'letter of the law' thing—but no, she does, eventually, follow the band around to the back and unclasp it. Get her hands back on bare skin, fingers pressing, thumbs brushing over her nipples. See, she'll even follow the spirit of the orders—eventually. ]
I wouldn't know. Princesses have more important things to do, after all.
[ Says the princess with clear bullet scars and an apparent, casual familiarity with hand to hand combat. In fairness she doesn't consider herself a soldier, though, and she definitely doesn't fucking believe in orders when she's the one who's supposed to be following them.
The important thing here is that South's obeying her - teasing, sure, but she does get the bra unclasped. Sombra shrugs out of it, tossing it to the side and humming softly as she tips her head back and breathes in, arching into the touch that follows - god she fucking likes attention on her nipples - and shifting atop her dominant, squeezing her thighs together just a little, inviting in that familiar little feeling of want when she feels it come knocking. ]
Hm, what orders should I give you next, then? [ The soft ends of her hair brush South's hand when she tilts her head to look down again, that smirk of hers ever-present as she does. ] Would it be skipping a few steps to just tell you to fuck me?
Mmm, maybe a few steps. Like the how you want me to fuck you.
[ Look, there's more options in everything from acts to positions to implements (she's been here months, the woman's got some toys) on the table when you're not outside a random Up building, fumbling with ridiculous layers and shit. Gonna have to be more specific, Sombra. If only because South's a shit.
Not too much of a shit, though, because those hands aren't going anywhere; as one kneads, palm providing friction, the other rolls a nipple between her fingers, idly. ]
[ It's true, they do have more options here. Some of those options happen to be courtesy of Sombra, apparently, because when finally she manages to gather the strength she needs to tear herself away from South's hands (which truly, is not easy for Sombra when South's fucking doing what she's doing), she leans over to grab her little backpack, unzip it, and promptly dump everything out on the bed beside them.
There's a few different things that come tumbling out. Some clothes, make up, lube, a little bullet vibrator and, the one thing she selects and picks up: a purple strap-on.
With a sweet, mischievous smile, she sits back down on South, and tosses the toy onto her chest. ]
Figure it out.
[ Even with Sombra sitting on her, 100% in the way of what she wants South to do for her again (it's fine, she'll move if manhandled), really, does it get much clearer than a woman who's sitting on top of you throwing a strap-on onto you after demanding you fuck her, South? ]
[ The least surprising thing here is that it's purple. ]
...did you get this since you got here? Jesus christ you didn't waste any time.
[ Or maybe you took too much time to buy your own stash of sex toys, considering where you are, South, it could go either way. Anyway, she rolls her eyes at the fact that yes, Sombra is, in fact, once again in the way of exactly what she's asking of her, but this time...
Yeah, there's gonna be a lil' bit of manhandling. She sets the strap-on aside so it doesn't just fall somewhere, then sits up and gets her arms under Sombra's thighs at once, scooping her up and depositing her on the bed. She even gets her fingers under the waist of Sombra's panties to pull them down at the same time.
Don't worry, she's not taking her sweet time to figure this one out. ]
[ There's a grin and a little one shouldered shrug at the comment because, come on, ]
I've been here for two weeks, amiga, I have several.
[ Not everyone likes toys as much as Sombra, in fairness, but yeah, of course she has the beginnings of a little collection already.
Allowing the manhandling, finally Sombra's moved out of the way, and when she's deposited back onto the bed she goes with one of her self-satisfied little laughs that South will no doubt come to get used to hearing. She lifts her hips enough to help get the last of her clothing off, and when she's laid down she flops back onto her back again, messing up the sheets even more as she dramatically wiggles herself comfortable against the bed that she's clearly having no problems as claiming fully as hers now. ]
Fuckin' hell, clearly I didn't throw myself fully into sex city fast enough.
[ She needed more than two weeks to stop losing her fucking mind about being stuck somewhere else instead of going home, in fairness. That and to deal with all the drama between people from her world that were here at the time. So alright, maybe she just wasn't really feeling the 'sex' part of sex city at first.
This many months in... yeah, less hang-ups. Even if she still hasn't fucked half as many people as a younger her would have by now. Anyway, she just shakes her head and grabs the strap-on again to actually get it on. ]
[ Sombra, on the other hand, at two weeks in: is laying naked on her back after literally throwing a strap-on at her newly contracted dominant, demanding she fuck her senseless so yeah, the sex part of sex city does not seem to be a problem for her. ]
I think it suits both of us.
[ And, okay, whether or not South needs the help, Sombra's clearly ready to fucking go and impatient by now. Pushing herself back up, she reaches out to help with the way it fastens against South's hips, pressing kisses to her dominant's face, only some of them getting her lips, as she does. ]
There. [ Through grinning lips and kisses, ] Allll yours, remember? So fuck me already, mi dominante.
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Ha ha. [ The enunciated way she says that is a bit at odds with the grin that accompanies it, her enjoyment of the dumb little play on words betraying her.
Rolling a bit more, twisting and messing up the bedsheets underneath her more than what's probably necessary, Sombra ends up sitting on the bed with her hands between her legs, idly (maybe a little excitedly) bunching up the sheets a little more as she grins at South across the room. ] Come show me, mi dominante. [ You know, as if she needs any sort of demonstration to believe South's description there, but that's not really the point, is it? ] I'm easier to undress this time.
[ Here, let her demonstrate. Easily keeping eye contact, Sombra releases the sheets from her hands to instead push her little shirt up, not moving to take it off at all, just leaving it pushed up over her breasts so South can see - god, it's another hot pink bra. This one is notably more mesh and see-through, though, with little floral designs in the stitching. ] See?
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I'd sure fucking hope so.
[ Oh she can see alright. There's almost as much amusement in the look she passes over Sombra's little demonstration as anything else, amusement that certainly doesn't mean what Sombra's up to isn't working. Because it is. Extremely well, in fact, despite the smirk-accompanied eye roll before she moves away from the door.
Here's something a little closer to their first encounter, again: no hesitation, just crossing the space and clambering onto the bed so she can lean over Sombra and kiss her. She is capable of taking things slower, but—look, when a woman's flashing her tits at you it's not exactly a cue to take the slow road, is it.
There's also one difference though: this time, she actually strips her own shirt off on the way over. Just the tank top, the plain black sports bra underneath stays on, but still. In a well lit room like this, Sombra might even get a better look at her tattoos than was likely possible when South was previously in no rush to undress and they were outside, at night.
Galaxies up her left hip and ribs, an uncoloured black-lined snake that wraps around from her left hip, across her back, to her right ribs until its head settles somewhere under her sports bra. The roses and barbed wire on her bicep weren't hidden in the first place, and the small tattoo on her spine isn't visible from the front. Woman likes her ink. ]
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The designs don't go unnoticed, either. She'd only caught glimpses of them in the dark and the desperate rush of things last time, so there's a little oh, it's a galaxy realization in her mind when she sees them now. There doesn't seem to be any tattooing on Sombra, but if South's paying any attention to her body in the light, up close, it's easier to see little scars - most of them faint, although if South's familiar with healed gunshot wounds, it's kind of easy to tell she's been shot at least once (twice?) before, near her ribs. There's a few little freckles, too, but otherwise, she's not quite the canvas that South is.
With a little laugh caught somewhere between their lips, Sombra goes from allowing South to lean over her to wrapping her arms around her shoulders and intentionally pulling her down with her as she falls back onto the bed, legs shifted and thighs parted to make it easy for South to fit between them. Someone knows exactly where she wants her new dominant right now, apparently. ]
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[ She's arguably too familiar with healed bullet wounds, there's far too many on her own body, and so that detail gets filed away alongside Sombra's ability to throw a decent punch. She's got her shallow theories forming on what Sombra's deal is based on what little information she has so far, but there's no chance in hell of those theories staying at the forefront of her mind right now.
Nope, much more focused on the fact Sombra's pulling her down with her and making sure she doesn't outright flatten the far smaller woman. She braces herself on her forearms, keeps her knees in the bed as she settles happily between her legs. Look, wherever Sombra wants her, she's going to go with it, right now, she has zero complaints to offer.
Not that she'd even bother to voice them if she did, probably, because making out with Sombra's a far more interesting way to be using her mouth right now, too. And whilst she does just that, with one arm still supporting her she shifts the other, hand roaming up the exposed skin to the material of the bra, fingertips brushing over the floral patterns, you know, as if that's what she's interested in here. ]
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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.
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[ South snorts a laugh—no protests here, clearly, since as strong as she is if she had any it's not like she couldn't try to flip them back. She even throws her hands up like 'alright, not helping'.
Finding where South draws a line is going to be a long-term project, she's far too subby for Sombra to have come anywhere close to it so far. ]
'course you take over when your outfit's easy to get off.
[ Snark snark. Snark that in no way undermines the way she's watching Sombra, anyway, because this is in fact a very good view thank you very much. ]
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Don't worry, I'll let you get your own clothes off.
[ Let, she says, clearly confident South's going to listen to her despite the snark. Lips curled into that smirk of hers, her hands find the edge of her leggings and they hook into the fabric, sliding it down over her hips, her thighs as she rises on her knees to make it easier and- god, it's a lot less of a process when she's not pinned against a wall with her legs wrapped around South, isn't it? She does lean down a bit in the process but the closeness is temporary, because once she gets the leggings pulled off and kicked away, Sombra's back to sitting on South's hips, spread thighs making it easy to see she's left her panties, similarly hot pink and see through, on.
Fingers slip under the straps of her bra now, pulling at them enough that when she lets go, they slide down over her shoulders. And then her hands are back on South instead, as she makes one of her thoughtful little humming sounds. The tips of her nails trail over skin, until they stop at the sports bra. ]
Off.
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[ Look South would honestly probably be more into being called a plaything than she'd admit, discover this at your own peril, Sombra.
There is not a moment that South's eyes leave Sombra as she undresses, she is utterly unashamed of enjoying the view and letting her eyes wander—that's the point, right, so of course she's going to indulge. She is far, far from a pretty underthings woman herself but she certainly appreciates the look on someone who is. ]
Yes, ma'am.
[ The attitude never goes away, but it's part of her charm, really, or it better be if you're going to be dealing with her long-term. She still does as she's told, too, lifting her torso up off the bed enough that she can hook her fingers under the bra and pull it over her head to toss it aside. And oh look, there's the snake's head over her sternum.
Then she flops back again and just flashes a smirk of her own. ]
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For now, though- ah, South's responding yes ma'am and, as expected, doing exactly what Sombra's asked of her. She is intentionally unhelpful while she does so, head tipped to the side as she watches with an interested smirk. And as soon as South's back hits the mattress again, Sombra has her hand pressed to her sternum, where fingertips begin to follow the lines of the snake, the curve of her breast - a teasing touch that's much too light to really be satisfying.
Unsurprisingly, that's intentional too. ]
You need a better name for me than ma'am, mi dominante. [ More light touches, as Sombra muses, not offering an alternative. ] Ah, I do like how obedient you sound when you say it, though.
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[ Don't mind South squirming a little under the too-light touch—goddammit, Sombra. Not that her decision in placement of the snake's head wasn't in part to draw both eyes and fingers, in moments like these, but it's that deliberate teasing lightness that's the problem here. ]
Yeah, what d'you wanna be called? 'cause you might be overestimating how fuckin' creative I am, I literally just called 'Lina 'boss' a lot.
[ No really, she barely used Carolina's name the first time they fucked and the trend did not exactly shift. Not that it got to happen a lot before she vanished, but still. Carolina seemed almost amused by it as much as turned on, honestly; the fact South's tendency towards being insubordinate, but still doing as she was told eventually, transferred to the bedroom was a novelty, she supposes. ]
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Hmm... [ South not being very creative, yeah, Sombra can believe that. But as she hums and traces circles over South's chest, intentionally missing the more sensitive spots, she considers the question, not seeming entirely sold on boss, either. ] That's not cute enough, either, even though I am your boss now.
[ She's joking. Sort of. She's laughing, at least, and withdrawing her hands so she may lean down, using them as support against the mattress instead, as she smiles and places a soft kiss to South's sternum. ] Hermosa, maybe. [ Another little kiss, and another, moving up, closer to her neck. ] I am very beautiful. [ And not at all humble, apparently. Or shy, as she parts her lips and gives South's neck a little extra affection, humming again she moves up, across her jaw, lips touching lips for barely a second before she's denying South a kiss she'd only just began to promise, pulling away to laugh again. ]
Your perfect, beautiful sextopia princess. That's what I am. You're my knight, or whatever.
[ Okay, that one's a joke too.
Sort of. ]
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[ There's an undeniable shift in South's breathing as Sombra trails those kisses up from her chest to her throat to her lips—slower, not like she's holding it but like she's very, very focused. She still lets out a huff of air when Sombra pulls away, alongside a fleeting roll of her eyes, though. For a moment she's really fucking tempted to just start calling her tease, honestly. ]
Not sure my armour's shiny enough for that. Though I guess that depends on your standards, princess.
[ Look at her, playing along. ]
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What, are you telling me to call you a peasant? [ Is that too mean? She can't tell sometimes. ] I guess if you're not shiny enough, you can just fuck your princess so senseless that she doesn't care anymore.
[ Rising to her knees to give South some wiggle room, Sombra's looking down at her with those devious, eager looking eyes again, the lilt of a laugh in the pleased noise she makes, surveying what South's already given to her. ] Take the rest of your clothes off. I want you naked, for me. [ And no, she will not be moving, or helping, if South again follows her orders. ]
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[ 'Peasant' gets one of those snort laughs, so it's not too mean for her, but the bar for too mean for South is definitely not aligned with the average jane. She's often been the one being too mean. And anyway, the follow-up is far more important to her, in the current circumstances. ]
You don't make anything easy, do you? [ another snort ] Guess that's how princesses go.
[ But she'll work with it. This is one of the more unique times she's found herself grateful for her core strength: having to do what's basically a sit-up to work her sweats and underwear down, because she's got a woman on top of her that's very much in the way of her doing just that. She only has to get them down as far as her calves before she can just kick them off, but for as long as that takes... it does bring her face much, much closer to the skin of Sombra's torso.
She just deliberately chooses not to use that proximity to do anything but maybe let her breath tickle. She sticks to the letter of what Sombra tells her to do and nothing else: strips off, then flops back against the bed again and a cheeky little: ]
Tada.
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[ Honestly, is it really surprising that Sombra's still enjoying making South work for her? And while she is quite committed to not being helpful in any way (meaning she does in fact force South to just- deal with her being in the way during the time it takes her to get undressed), Sombra does allow her dominant a little shred of affection, at least. Fingers thread loosely through blonde hair again while South works, not gripping this time, just idly fluffing her hair as she hums softly with the warm tickle of breath against her skin. It's such a small thing, but oh, she likes it all the same.
When South flops back down, Sombra too goes back to where she was, seating her weight back down on her hips. ] See? That wasn't so hard. [ Says the one still in lingerie after easily getting out of her other clothes, but really, who's keeping score?
South following Sombra's orders so precisely does get narrowed eyes cast her way, though, but considering they're paired with a wild grin and a huff that sounds like a laugh, it doesn't seem serious. Breathing out a sigh, ] Touch me. [ To be even clearer: Sombra finds South's wrists and she lifts them, placing her hands directly onto her thighs. ] Start here, figure out the rest. That easy enough for you, mi dominante?
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[ God help her why is she so into women being anywhere from kinda mean to straight up actual mean to her, there is a trend in her fantasies and hook-ups that cannot be denied, the exceptions only prove the rule... anyway. ]
I mean now you clearly just can't make up your mind, easy or not easy, buuut...
[ She will continue to be a little shit, she cannot be stopped except by gags or making it impossible for her to form coherent words. Still, the pattern of snark but largely doing what she's told holds. She squeezes Sombra's thighs where she's been so pointedly directed, hands roaming up and up, thumbs dipping to brush along her inner thigh before the motion carries on past. Hips, ass... she's not being particularly torturous or anything, but there is no rush, and she may still be deliberately sticking to the letter of her instructions. For now. ]
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No rush is fine. Sombra isn't in one either - even though she does have direction. ]
Hm, you're good at following orders, aren't you?
[ Don't think she doesn't notice what you're up to, South. She's played this game before, she knows. And while she allows South to roam how she pleases there for a while, soon enough Sombra's directing those hands again, encouraging them to move higher with the press of her fingertips. Up over her stomach, up to the band of her pretty bra with the straps still hanging loosely over her shoulders.
Like she said. Figure it out, South. ]
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I was a soldier. [ because clearly that's what's relevant here, not her being a brat ] And now I'm maybe a non-shiny-knight. Following orders comes with the territory.
[ Continued snark or not she takes the hint, lets Sombra encourage her exploration's direction and follows through when she leaves her to it again. Ghosts her fingertips over the flowery design, again, and spends long enough touching, kneading, through the material that Sombra could be forgiven for thinking she's still doing the 'letter of the law' thing—but no, she does, eventually, follow the band around to the back and unclasp it. Get her hands back on bare skin, fingers pressing, thumbs brushing over her nipples. See, she'll even follow the spirit of the orders—eventually. ]
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[ Says the princess with clear bullet scars and an apparent, casual familiarity with hand to hand combat. In fairness she doesn't consider herself a soldier, though, and she definitely doesn't fucking believe in orders when she's the one who's supposed to be following them.
The important thing here is that South's obeying her - teasing, sure, but she does get the bra unclasped. Sombra shrugs out of it, tossing it to the side and humming softly as she tips her head back and breathes in, arching into the touch that follows - god she fucking likes attention on her nipples - and shifting atop her dominant, squeezing her thighs together just a little, inviting in that familiar little feeling of want when she feels it come knocking. ]
Hm, what orders should I give you next, then? [ The soft ends of her hair brush South's hand when she tilts her head to look down again, that smirk of hers ever-present as she does. ] Would it be skipping a few steps to just tell you to fuck me?
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Mmm, maybe a few steps. Like the how you want me to fuck you.
[ Look, there's more options in everything from acts to positions to implements (she's been here months, the woman's got some toys) on the table when you're not outside a random Up building, fumbling with ridiculous layers and shit. Gonna have to be more specific, Sombra. If only because South's a shit.
Not too much of a shit, though, because those hands aren't going anywhere; as one kneads, palm providing friction, the other rolls a nipple between her fingers, idly. ]
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There's a few different things that come tumbling out. Some clothes, make up, lube, a little bullet vibrator and, the one thing she selects and picks up: a purple strap-on.
With a sweet, mischievous smile, she sits back down on South, and tosses the toy onto her chest. ]
Figure it out.
[ Even with Sombra sitting on her, 100% in the way of what she wants South to do for her again (it's fine, she'll move if manhandled), really, does it get much clearer than a woman who's sitting on top of you throwing a strap-on onto you after demanding you fuck her, South? ]
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[ The least surprising thing here is that it's purple. ]
...did you get this since you got here? Jesus christ you didn't waste any time.
[ Or maybe you took too much time to buy your own stash of sex toys, considering where you are, South, it could go either way. Anyway, she rolls her eyes at the fact that yes, Sombra is, in fact, once again in the way of exactly what she's asking of her, but this time...
Yeah, there's gonna be a lil' bit of manhandling. She sets the strap-on aside so it doesn't just fall somewhere, then sits up and gets her arms under Sombra's thighs at once, scooping her up and depositing her on the bed. She even gets her fingers under the waist of Sombra's panties to pull them down at the same time.
Don't worry, she's not taking her sweet time to figure this one out. ]
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I've been here for two weeks, amiga, I have several.
[ Not everyone likes toys as much as Sombra, in fairness, but yeah, of course she has the beginnings of a little collection already.
Allowing the manhandling, finally Sombra's moved out of the way, and when she's deposited back onto the bed she goes with one of her self-satisfied little laughs that South will no doubt come to get used to hearing. She lifts her hips enough to help get the last of her clothing off, and when she's laid down she flops back onto her back again, messing up the sheets even more as she dramatically wiggles herself comfortable against the bed that she's clearly having no problems as claiming fully as hers now. ]
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Fuckin' hell, clearly I didn't throw myself fully into sex city fast enough.
[ She needed more than two weeks to stop losing her fucking mind about being stuck somewhere else instead of going home, in fairness. That and to deal with all the drama between people from her world that were here at the time. So alright, maybe she just wasn't really feeling the 'sex' part of sex city at first.
This many months in... yeah, less hang-ups. Even if she still hasn't fucked half as many people as a younger her would have by now. Anyway, she just shakes her head and grabs the strap-on again to actually get it on. ]
At least we already know purple fuckin' suits me.
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I think it suits both of us.
[ And, okay, whether or not South needs the help, Sombra's clearly ready to fucking go and impatient by now. Pushing herself back up, she reaches out to help with the way it fastens against South's hips, pressing kisses to her dominant's face, only some of them getting her lips, as she does. ]
There. [ Through grinning lips and kisses, ] Allll yours, remember? So fuck me already, mi dominante.
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