[ Getting this house is going to give Sombra far too much power in the long run, she's sure of that, but she's not sure that's a complaint exactly. She stares at the writing for a solid few seconds before rolling her eyes fondly and walking around the workshop. Sombra has no doubt already left, but... ]
[ Seeming to abandon texting her, for now, Sombra communicates now through only the screen she has up: ]
try again ❌❌
[ Not in the chair, but it's a good try. She has a few things around though - including a pile of storage crates in a corner, wires of all kinds curling about the floor around them. They're stacked high enough that she'd technically be out of immediate reach if she were to be perched on top of them (she is), but not so high that South getting within that radius of hers won't trigger the proximity illumination.
It also doesn't mean that she won't immediately giggle, dive, and bolt away the second South's close enough to see her, a quick little menace who disappears easily back into invisibility when she darts past into the hall. ]
[ South takes a bit more care when idly stomping around the room the way she does than she would somewhere that wasn't a workshop where she doesn't want to break any of Sombra's things, but she ends up in front of the storage crates soon enough and— yep, there she fucking goes. ]
[ Zoom she goes, her giggles trail behind her carelessly.
Obvious that she wants South to chase her, she does in fact give her a hint in spite of telling her she wouldn't. More than one hint by now, the pattern enduring as she calls from- the room with their little bar (that isn't at all set up yet)? ]
Soooouthiiiiiiitaaaaa...
[ C'mon, South, time to test your Sombra wrangling skills. ]
[ Oh, she's chasing after her alright. A part of her really is reminded of training scenarios with CT, speedy slippery little fucker that she was too (yes, yes, South has a type, shut up), but at the same time it's been years and the association is distant.
She follows her to the room with the bar and whether she's invisible again or not, she's following either her eyes or ears to try and grab for her right off. ]
[ While she has, in fact, gone invisible again - South manages to get close enough to see her, that ghostly illumination of her body as she scurries away, just managing to escape her. Close. ]
Hah, too slow, carnala!
[ Up the stairs she goes, by the sound of her little footsteps, however light they are. Turning- hm, into South's room, perhaps? More than perhaps, it's South's room she slinks into and hides in, tucked away in a corner behind a laundry hamper when she sends another message to South's phone: ]
yknow i was gonna say don't u mean hot but ur already that
[ Two steps at a time up the stairs, which isn't all that hard when your legs are as long as South's. She pushes into her room and squints around, looking for anything out of place or at least good hiding spots. Shakes the sheets on the bed—nope, no resistance. Pulls open the closet—nope. Spot by spot around the room towards the corner with the hamper. ]
[ Truly it's a feat that Sombra keeps from giggling as South looks about her room and she stays put in her little hiding spot. Watches, with those bright curious eyes of hers, as her partner checks here and there and at last, when South finally gets close enough to get within her range, Sombra lets her giggles escape as she blinks back into visibility, letting the cloak disengage entirely-
As, yep, she goes for another zoom past.
She's bold this time though, intentionally teasing, with the closeness with which she passes by. Well within grabbing range, wanting to get caught only if South manages to be quick enough to earn her prize, tumbling right over the bed whether she's snatched or not. ]
[ South can be a lot quicker than her size would lead you to believe. She both lunges after Sombra and whips an arm to try and catch her around the waist and tug her against her, even that means tumbling bed-ward at the same time.
[ 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. ]
[ South goes with the momentum easily, the way she always does and yet wouldn't have to if she didn't want to. She could flip them, or refuse to be rolled over, refuse to be pinned—but she doesn't, she rarely does, because it's Sombra and she loves her and she likes it this way.
She has one arm free, but it quickly occupies itself looping around Sombra's waist again and drawing her ever closer. Her head lifts to press back into the kiss, the only tension in her posture that doesn't melt little by little as it lingers. ]
[ It's not really the game they started out with, but it's the one Sombra's decided she wants them to play. She knows, of course, that South is easy because she's mad for her. Lets this little gremlin do whatever the hell she wants, lets herself get pushed around because she likes it just as much as Sombra likes doing it.
And oh, she likes doing it.
She likes the arm about her waist, the choice to be close to her rather than push her away. She likes that South draws her in, keeps her close, makes her feel powerful and safe, makes her giggle so easily. Makes her forget everything else, for even a moment, when that moment is them and nothing else. ]
Te amo, Anja. [ A whisper, carried on a breath that escapes between their lips. An admission she's already made, one that's chased, as usual, by her laughter. ] You'll always be mine, no matter who else we play with. Just like I'm always going to be yours, okay?
[ Calloused fingertips idly draw patterns on Sombra's waist, and South leans back up to steal another kiss before she even nods, ] ...love you too, Liv. Always.
[ It still feels like this huge thing every time she says it, like this fucking impossibility that she should never have had chance to say. It might always boggle her that she got lucky twice, after everything she's fucked up in her life, but she's not complaining. ]
[ For the kiss, she stays the same sort of happy she already is. But hearing Anja say she loves her, using her name? That makes her heart flutter. It always does, in this giddy, ridiculous way that makes her smile and bury her face into the crook of South's neck to hide the way her cheeks turn a little bit pink.
And also lays right down on top of her, chest to chest, cozied right into her and sighing, heavy and content, before dropping a kiss onto her partner's shoulder. ]
Bueno. [ A nuzzle, intentionally aggressive just to be annoying, as she giggles and peeks up at her again. ] Soooo, wanna get my present for me now? Oooooor... you want to fuck around first? Already have my underwear off, just for you.
[ South cocks her head to the side and her mouth twists, as if she's in any way actually thinking about this instead of having an instantaneous decision of: ]
[ There's a giggle when South settles on taking care of her, her most favourite girl, first, and she lifts her head as she shuffles again, grinning at her partner, affectionately bumping her forehead to hers. ]
There's my good girl.
[ And because good girls deserve good things - Sombra kisses her again, giggling still, as she settles right in to giving South good things. ]
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oh now we're just adding rules huh
[ Getting this house is going to give Sombra far too much power in the long run, she's sure of that, but she's not sure that's a complaint exactly. She stares at the writing for a solid few seconds before rolling her eyes fondly and walking around the workshop. Sombra has no doubt already left, but... ]
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[ As South moves around the workshop, at first, the text stays the same. But when she moves far enough, it changes: ]
room temp
[ Joke's on you, South, she is in fact still in her workshop and she is staying (physically) silent. ]
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kinda reminds me of a training exercise like that tho
[ She squints at the text. Turns around and looks back into the room. Squints more.
Walks over to a workshop chair and tilts it back. ]
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try again ❌❌
[ Not in the chair, but it's a good try. She has a few things around though - including a pile of storage crates in a corner, wires of all kinds curling about the floor around them. They're stacked high enough that she'd technically be out of immediate reach if she were to be perched on top of them (she is), but not so high that South getting within that radius of hers won't trigger the proximity illumination.
It also doesn't mean that she won't immediately giggle, dive, and bolt away the second South's close enough to see her, a quick little menace who disappears easily back into invisibility when she darts past into the hall. ]
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[ South takes a bit more care when idly stomping around the room the way she does than she would somewhere that wasn't a workshop where she doesn't want to break any of Sombra's things, but she ends up in front of the storage crates soon enough and— yep, there she fucking goes. ]
You slick little—
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Obvious that she wants South to chase her, she does in fact give her a hint in spite of telling her she wouldn't. More than one hint by now, the pattern enduring as she calls from- the room with their little bar (that isn't at all set up yet)? ]
Soooouthiiiiiiitaaaaa...
[ C'mon, South, time to test your Sombra wrangling skills. ]
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[ Oh, she's chasing after her alright. A part of her really is reminded of training scenarios with CT, speedy slippery little fucker that she was too (yes, yes, South has a type, shut up), but at the same time it's been years and the association is distant.
She follows her to the room with the bar and whether she's invisible again or not, she's following either her eyes or ears to try and grab for her right off. ]
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Hah, too slow, carnala!
[ Up the stairs she goes, by the sound of her little footsteps, however light they are. Turning- hm, into South's room, perhaps? More than perhaps, it's South's room she slinks into and hides in, tucked away in a corner behind a laundry hamper when she sends another message to South's phone: ]
COLD ❄️❄️❄️ come make me warm
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yknow i was gonna say don't u mean hot but ur already that
[ Two steps at a time up the stairs, which isn't all that hard when your legs are as long as South's. She pushes into her room and squints around, looking for anything out of place or at least good hiding spots. Shakes the sheets on the bed—nope, no resistance. Pulls open the closet—nope. Spot by spot around the room towards the corner with the hamper. ]
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As, yep, she goes for another zoom past.
She's bold this time though, intentionally teasing, with the closeness with which she passes by. Well within grabbing range, wanting to get caught only if South manages to be quick enough to earn her prize, tumbling right over the bed whether she's snatched or not. ]
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[ South can be a lot quicker than her size would lead you to believe. She both lunges after Sombra and whips an arm to try and catch her around the waist and tug her against her, even that means tumbling bed-ward at the same time.
The whole time barely biting back a laugh. ]
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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. ]
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[ South goes with the momentum easily, the way she always does and yet wouldn't have to if she didn't want to. She could flip them, or refuse to be rolled over, refuse to be pinned—but she doesn't, she rarely does, because it's Sombra and she loves her and she likes it this way.
She has one arm free, but it quickly occupies itself looping around Sombra's waist again and drawing her ever closer. Her head lifts to press back into the kiss, the only tension in her posture that doesn't melt little by little as it lingers. ]
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And oh, she likes doing it.
She likes the arm about her waist, the choice to be close to her rather than push her away. She likes that South draws her in, keeps her close, makes her feel powerful and safe, makes her giggle so easily. Makes her forget everything else, for even a moment, when that moment is them and nothing else. ]
Te amo, Anja. [ A whisper, carried on a breath that escapes between their lips. An admission she's already made, one that's chased, as usual, by her laughter. ] You'll always be mine, no matter who else we play with. Just like I'm always going to be yours, okay?
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[ Calloused fingertips idly draw patterns on Sombra's waist, and South leans back up to steal another kiss before she even nods, ] ...love you too, Liv. Always.
[ It still feels like this huge thing every time she says it, like this fucking impossibility that she should never have had chance to say. It might always boggle her that she got lucky twice, after everything she's fucked up in her life, but she's not complaining. ]
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And also lays right down on top of her, chest to chest, cozied right into her and sighing, heavy and content, before dropping a kiss onto her partner's shoulder. ]
Bueno. [ A nuzzle, intentionally aggressive just to be annoying, as she giggles and peeks up at her again. ] Soooo, wanna get my present for me now? Oooooor... you want to fuck around first? Already have my underwear off, just for you.
/wrapping tag
[ South cocks her head to the side and her mouth twists, as if she's in any way actually thinking about this instead of having an instantaneous decision of: ]
...ehhhhh I think Odessa can wait a bit longer.
one more smooch for the road
There's my good girl.
[ And because good girls deserve good things - Sombra kisses her again, giggling still, as she settles right in to giving South good things. ]