[ Still tangled up between kisses, she translates, ] I want to be yours.
[ As if she isn't already.
But that's not really what South had asked her to explain or repeat, was it? It's the first bit she's asking for, the part in words South understands but takes a moment to realize, just as Sombra needs her own moment for her own plea to catch up with her. Too distracted, a delay in her reasoning when she's so much happier kissing her, moaning softly against her lips when she presses her hips up against South, a little moment of harder friction for them both.
It takes a moment more, but at last her eyes flutter half open, locked with South's all the same when she repeats, ]
So make our contract permanent.
[ It doesn't seem to matter to her that shes halfway to delirious with pleasure, riding the high and the custom vibration shared between their thighs - she means what she says, and she's saying it now. ]
[ The breathless laugh that escapes South sounds very much like a wordless 'jesus fucking christ', emphasised by the way her head sags and her forehead bumps against Sombra's with a little thunk. ]
F-fucking timing, Liv, jesus fucking—
[ God, okay. She's really dropping this knot of emotions on her now, when it's hard to focus on actual thoughts and not just the feeling of Sombra's body and the vibration and all of it. The spread of strange warmth in her chest joins the rest of the heat in her body for a mix that doesn't make it any easier to get her head on straight. ]
[ 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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[ As if she isn't already.
But that's not really what South had asked her to explain or repeat, was it? It's the first bit she's asking for, the part in words South understands but takes a moment to realize, just as Sombra needs her own moment for her own plea to catch up with her. Too distracted, a delay in her reasoning when she's so much happier kissing her, moaning softly against her lips when she presses her hips up against South, a little moment of harder friction for them both.
It takes a moment more, but at last her eyes flutter half open, locked with South's all the same when she repeats, ]
So make our contract permanent.
[ It doesn't seem to matter to her that shes halfway to delirious with pleasure, riding the high and the custom vibration shared between their thighs - she means what she says, and she's saying it now. ]
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[ The breathless laugh that escapes South sounds very much like a wordless 'jesus fucking christ', emphasised by the way her head sags and her forehead bumps against Sombra's with a little thunk. ]
F-fucking timing, Liv, jesus fucking—
[ God, okay. She's really dropping this knot of emotions on her now, when it's hard to focus on actual thoughts and not just the feeling of Sombra's body and the vibration and all of it. The spread of strange warmth in her chest joins the rest of the heat in her body for a mix that doesn't make it any easier to get her head on straight. ]
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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.