[ A little more prepared for the fireworks this time she doesn't react as visibly weirdly, and she'd deny it even if Sombra pointed it out anyway. The last thing she wants to talk about right now is her brother's AI.
And it's the last thing she's thinking about after a moment, anyway, when Sombra's fingers are pressed to her stomach. There's the involuntary fluttering of tensing and untensing muscles and then she's rolling her eyes to herself as Sombra slips past her with a quiet snort. ]
Plenty, old and fuckin' new. You got no idea how long it'd been since I got to get fuckin' laid before this place. Fraternisation rules... like, no shore leave... being on the run... one cockblock after another.
[ Not mentioned: being on the run with her brother, specifically; the fact that she didn't give a fuck about fraternisation rules in the Project but caught feelings for someone unattainable; the fact that she would've cared even less about the same rules in a universe she was stuck before here, but there was no one she was into. ]
Being here sure fuckin' changes things. Like making it perfectly fucking excusable to fuck your boss.
[ The mention of fraternization rules, specifically, is the reason for Sombra's laughter this time. She's not exactly an abide by the rules sort of person, and she doesn't feel like South generally is either, so she gets the idea she might be missing a bit of context. Sooo, ]
Fraternization rules, you follow those? Doesn't sound like something you'd care about. [ Said to a woman she barely knows, technically - but even if Sombra wasn't good at reading people, South's kind of an easy read. ] I guess the being on the run part does kind of kill the mood, though.
[ She's rustling about again, fetching her pillow and her bag but leaving her tech components where they are, talking from across the room again, ] Please, if you and your boss want to fuck, why bother with an excuse? [ So okay, that line of thinking is probably why Sombra keeps getting scolded by Talon (Gabriel, mostly) all the time, but does she care? Clearly not. ] I mean, depending on which boss, sure, I might fuck around back home anyway.
Being stuck in close quarters makes it hard not to get caught. [ not a lie, also not the real explanation ] And, okay, ‘Lina was one of a few women on that ship I’d have let shove me against a locker or on my knees, but…
[ Shrugs. She angles herself to mostly be able to watch Sombra wherever she flits about. ]
They had other priorities. Think ‘Lina would’ve demoted me if I hit on her back then.
[ Again, all true or true enough to be joked about, but not really the whole story (though she thinks even if she did explain, she wouldn’t seem like the ‘pines for a friend for years without saying a word’ type, either, it’s not really the image she cultivates). It’s definitely why there needed to be these circumstances to fuck her boss, though. ]
Ooooh, she sounds like quite the lady. [ Sounds spicy. Also, not surprising that there's at least one woman in South's life with that kind of power over her. ] Very powerful.
[ Having fetched the things she wants, Sombra does meander her way back to South. She's kind of used to everyone she works with being taller than she is, but god, she really has to look up with South, huh? ]
My boss, the big boss, I don't know if either of us would actually be interested, but also he's got these- [ Okay and so she's. Making a fist with one hand, and holding it up the way she remembers Doomfist holding his arm when he has the gauntlet equipped, ] Big fucking hands, you know? Makes me wonder.
She’s a tough fuckin’ woman, yeah. I mean, we all were, buuut…
[ Carolina sits very firmly in the ‘could kick my ass and I’d thank her for it’ side of her types, even if in practice having her ass kicked by her actually meant she was usually just as pissed as she was kinda turned on. Same goes for Tex. Annnnd CT, but CT also hit the other side of her types and yeah. Yeah.
Sombra’s little definition earns a snort, because talk about indicators Sombra likes ‘em big, and a brow wrinkle as she actually tries picturing what her metric is for ‘big fucking hands’ is here. No matter, though, she still immediately adds with a dry teasing tone: ]
Sounds like the kind of curiosity that kills the cat.
[ To her credit, she does try to like- flex her hand, or something, even though she does realize that she's the only one here who can actually envision Akande's big fucking hands. ] Hah, if he's wearing that big fucking fighting fist, no gracias, that really would kill this kitty.
[ But, thoughts of being Doomfisted aside, ] Haven't died chasing my curiosity yet, though. Besides, the satisfaction would bring the cat back, wouldn't it?
[ The brief '???' at 'big fucking fighting fist' is definitely visible, but she shakes it off. It's not like she's not familiar with wild tech designed for combat, just... not whatever's going on there, clearly. ]
She nods her head to the side, shrugs one shoulder, ] Mm, guess so. Though, maybe it'd depend on just how satisfied your curiosity actually was.
[ In truth, Sombra doesn't know a whole lot about the functionality of the gauntlet, or Akande's cybernetics. So even though she catches that look of confusion, Sombra has no clarifications to add - she just quietly files another little mental note away, is all. ]
Hm, maybe. I'm always curious, though.
[ Oh, she's back, and she's touching again - a hand back on South's stomach, just a little higher this time. And also, noticeably, a little more forceful when she steps in close and gives South a little push, just to see if she'll resist or back up against the wall behind her. ]
[ She backs up against the wall without even really thinking about it. Oh, it's far from the reaction everyone would get to a push like that, but in certain situations, or from certain people... she goes with it without so much as a huff of protest. Just a step back and the fluttering of muscles under touch, again.
She is pushy, defiant, aggressive, that's all in her nature, but... a lot of women have been surprised to find just how little she ever leans towards being in control, once you get her alone. ]
Only sometimes?
[ There is absolutely no attempt made to hide her smirk. ]
[ Similarly, Sombra feels something of a little flutter in herself at how easily South concedes to her directions. Sex is powerful here, she gets that and plans to use (has been using) that to her advantage and yet - she gets the feeling South knows that and doesn't care, and honestly? That makes Sombra like her so much more.
Returning the smirk with one of her own, Sombra cozies on into her space, gently pressing her body to South's. ]
Only sometimes. [ And those fingers are poking again, curious little presses to South's side. ] Other times, making me happy is easy.
[ The rhythm of her breathing shifts just slightly, as Sombra presses up close, as the fingers keep poking. She's an easier woman to please than you might think, South. Her general attitude doesn't exactly give it away, and it's certainly true that she's just as easy to piss off as she is to wrap around your little finger, but it doesn't make it any less true. Keeping up with her attitude and a little positive attention goes a long way, with her. Especially these days.
And shameless flirting, touching, and everything beyond goes a hell of a ways all on it's own. ]
Like when I get gifts. [ Here, let her snuggle in a little closer as she answers that. ] Unless they're trash, of course.
[ Is she joking? Maybe, maybe not, South will just have to find out. For now, she's given Sombra everything she's asked for today. So now that she's done all of those things and fed her, Sombra seems more than happy to give her some affection. Nuzzling into - well, not quite her neck considering their height difference but close, her fingers go from curious little touches to intentionally sliding underneath the fabric of her shirt, toying with the edges and pushing it up to press her hands to the toned stomach underneath. Gives a little kiss to her almost-shoulder, even, before she shifts her head to rest her chin on South's chest as she looks up at her. ]
I have faith in you and your gift giving ability, though.
[ South gives a soft snort. ] I’m sure I’ll be able to meet your discerning standards.
[ Really, at her size, she hasn’t exactly had a choice but to have a thing for women that are much shorter than her, but that doesn’t make it less of a thing. So, the way Sombra has to look up at her, the way she can’t actually quite reach where she’s aiming to nuzzle and kiss… it does something for her, so sue her.
And though here’s no drop in her composure, there is that rhythm to her breathing and the glint in her eye as she looks down at Sombra that say plenty about how much attention she’s paying to the touches. That, and the light squeeze of the hand she idly brings up to rest on Sombra’s hip. ]
[ There isn't a verbal answer to that, besides one of those little Sombra hums that she seems to do when she's pleased. Mostly, she seems happy to see South react to her touch the way she does - so, grinning up at her, she continues to explore with the slide of hands on skin and the gentle graze of fingertips when she curls her fingers against her. From her side Sombra curves a hand around to her back, and lets out a little breath of laughter when she feels South's hand at her hip in return. It's all... much softer than when they first met earlier in the week, and much less demandingly desperate.
When a hand comes up to brush over South's neck before settling on her cheek, a thumb resting on her bottom lip, that's soft too. Purple eyes drop from her gaze to linger instead over said lips, remembering what it felt like to be kissed by them, wanting to again, breathing in through parted lips when she thinks about it -
Only to instead press a finger to the tip of South's nose, give her a, ] Boop. [ And, with a giggle, slip away from South for a second time, going back to her new room where she tosses her little backpack onto the bed. Followed by herself, as she flops on top of the sheets on her back, with her arms stretched out over her head. ]
Ah. [ There's a little bit of a whine when she laughs again. ] This is actually softer than I expected.
[ The whiplash of going from the light little touches and looking a little too attentively at Sombra's parted lips to being— booped? On the nose? Results in a rather comical series of expressions from South, going from crossed eyes trying to follow the gesture to what can only be described as an 'oh, you little...' expression with a few steps in-between.
On one hand, weirdly cute, on the other, Sombra, please. South shakes her head and rolls her eyes dramatically, turning again to watch her stretching out on the bed. ]
Top fuckin' quality. [ beat ] Literally, actually.
[ Honestly fucking in any bed is kind of a luxury after the places you tend to fuck when you've either shared a room with your brother or barracks with a bunch of other soldiers for like, your whole life, basically, but still. ]
[ 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. ]
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We sure do.
[ A little more prepared for the fireworks this time she doesn't react as visibly weirdly, and she'd deny it even if Sombra pointed it out anyway. The last thing she wants to talk about right now is her brother's AI.
And it's the last thing she's thinking about after a moment, anyway, when Sombra's fingers are pressed to her stomach. There's the involuntary fluttering of tensing and untensing muscles and then she's rolling her eyes to herself as Sombra slips past her with a quiet snort. ]
Plenty, old and fuckin' new. You got no idea how long it'd been since I got to get fuckin' laid before this place. Fraternisation rules... like, no shore leave... being on the run... one cockblock after another.
[ Not mentioned: being on the run with her brother, specifically; the fact that she didn't give a fuck about fraternisation rules in the Project but caught feelings for someone unattainable; the fact that she would've cared even less about the same rules in a universe she was stuck before here, but there was no one she was into. ]
Being here sure fuckin' changes things. Like making it perfectly fucking excusable to fuck your boss.
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Fraternization rules, you follow those? Doesn't sound like something you'd care about. [ Said to a woman she barely knows, technically - but even if Sombra wasn't good at reading people, South's kind of an easy read. ] I guess the being on the run part does kind of kill the mood, though.
[ She's rustling about again, fetching her pillow and her bag but leaving her tech components where they are, talking from across the room again, ] Please, if you and your boss want to fuck, why bother with an excuse? [ So okay, that line of thinking is probably why Sombra keeps getting scolded by Talon (Gabriel, mostly) all the time, but does she care? Clearly not. ] I mean, depending on which boss, sure, I might fuck around back home anyway.
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Being stuck in close quarters makes it hard not to get caught. [ not a lie, also not the real explanation ] And, okay, ‘Lina was one of a few women on that ship I’d have let shove me against a locker or on my knees, but…
[ Shrugs. She angles herself to mostly be able to watch Sombra wherever she flits about. ]
They had other priorities. Think ‘Lina would’ve demoted me if I hit on her back then.
[ Again, all true or true enough to be joked about, but not really the whole story (though she thinks even if she did explain, she wouldn’t seem like the ‘pines for a friend for years without saying a word’ type, either, it’s not really the image she cultivates). It’s definitely why there needed to be these circumstances to fuck her boss, though. ]
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[ Having fetched the things she wants, Sombra does meander her way back to South. She's kind of used to everyone she works with being taller than she is, but god, she really has to look up with South, huh? ]
My boss, the big boss, I don't know if either of us would actually be interested, but also he's got these- [ Okay and so she's. Making a fist with one hand, and holding it up the way she remembers Doomfist holding his arm when he has the gauntlet equipped, ] Big fucking hands, you know? Makes me wonder.
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She’s a tough fuckin’ woman, yeah. I mean, we all were, buuut…
[ Carolina sits very firmly in the ‘could kick my ass and I’d thank her for it’ side of her types, even if in practice having her ass kicked by her actually meant she was usually just as pissed as she was kinda turned on. Same goes for Tex. Annnnd CT, but CT also hit the other side of her types and yeah. Yeah.
Sombra’s little definition earns a snort, because talk about indicators Sombra likes ‘em big, and a brow wrinkle as she actually tries picturing what her metric is for ‘big fucking hands’ is here. No matter, though, she still immediately adds with a dry teasing tone: ]
Sounds like the kind of curiosity that kills the cat.
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[ To her credit, she does try to like- flex her hand, or something, even though she does realize that she's the only one here who can actually envision Akande's big fucking hands. ] Hah, if he's wearing that big fucking fighting fist, no gracias, that really would kill this kitty.
[ But, thoughts of being Doomfisted aside, ] Haven't died chasing my curiosity yet, though. Besides, the satisfaction would bring the cat back, wouldn't it?
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[ The brief '???' at 'big fucking fighting fist' is definitely visible, but she shakes it off. It's not like she's not familiar with wild tech designed for combat, just... not whatever's going on there, clearly. ]
She nods her head to the side, shrugs one shoulder, ] Mm, guess so. Though, maybe it'd depend on just how satisfied your curiosity actually was.
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Hm, maybe. I'm always curious, though.
[ Oh, she's back, and she's touching again - a hand back on South's stomach, just a little higher this time. And also, noticeably, a little more forceful when she steps in close and gives South a little push, just to see if she'll resist or back up against the wall behind her. ]
Makes me hard to satisfy, sometimes.
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[ She backs up against the wall without even really thinking about it. Oh, it's far from the reaction everyone would get to a push like that, but in certain situations, or from certain people... she goes with it without so much as a huff of protest. Just a step back and the fluttering of muscles under touch, again.
She is pushy, defiant, aggressive, that's all in her nature, but... a lot of women have been surprised to find just how little she ever leans towards being in control, once you get her alone. ]
Only sometimes?
[ There is absolutely no attempt made to hide her smirk. ]
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Returning the smirk with one of her own, Sombra cozies on into her space, gently pressing her body to South's. ]
Only sometimes. [ And those fingers are poking again, curious little presses to South's side. ] Other times, making me happy is easy.
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Times like when you get gifts?
[ The rhythm of her breathing shifts just slightly, as Sombra presses up close, as the fingers keep poking. She's an easier woman to please than you might think, South. Her general attitude doesn't exactly give it away, and it's certainly true that she's just as easy to piss off as she is to wrap around your little finger, but it doesn't make it any less true. Keeping up with her attitude and a little positive attention goes a long way, with her. Especially these days.
And shameless flirting, touching, and everything beyond goes a hell of a ways all on it's own. ]
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[ Is she joking? Maybe, maybe not, South will just have to find out. For now, she's given Sombra everything she's asked for today. So now that she's done all of those things and fed her, Sombra seems more than happy to give her some affection. Nuzzling into - well, not quite her neck considering their height difference but close, her fingers go from curious little touches to intentionally sliding underneath the fabric of her shirt, toying with the edges and pushing it up to press her hands to the toned stomach underneath. Gives a little kiss to her almost-shoulder, even, before she shifts her head to rest her chin on South's chest as she looks up at her. ]
I have faith in you and your gift giving ability, though.
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[ South gives a soft snort. ] I’m sure I’ll be able to meet your discerning standards.
[ Really, at her size, she hasn’t exactly had a choice but to have a thing for women that are much shorter than her, but that doesn’t make it less of a thing. So, the way Sombra has to look up at her, the way she can’t actually quite reach where she’s aiming to nuzzle and kiss… it does something for her, so sue her.
And though here’s no drop in her composure, there is that rhythm to her breathing and the glint in her eye as she looks down at Sombra that say plenty about how much attention she’s paying to the touches. That, and the light squeeze of the hand she idly brings up to rest on Sombra’s hip. ]
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When a hand comes up to brush over South's neck before settling on her cheek, a thumb resting on her bottom lip, that's soft too. Purple eyes drop from her gaze to linger instead over said lips, remembering what it felt like to be kissed by them, wanting to again, breathing in through parted lips when she thinks about it -
Only to instead press a finger to the tip of South's nose, give her a, ] Boop. [ And, with a giggle, slip away from South for a second time, going back to her new room where she tosses her little backpack onto the bed. Followed by herself, as she flops on top of the sheets on her back, with her arms stretched out over her head. ]
Ah. [ There's a little bit of a whine when she laughs again. ] This is actually softer than I expected.
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[ The whiplash of going from the light little touches and looking a little too attentively at Sombra's parted lips to being— booped? On the nose? Results in a rather comical series of expressions from South, going from crossed eyes trying to follow the gesture to what can only be described as an 'oh, you little...' expression with a few steps in-between.
On one hand, weirdly cute, on the other, Sombra, please. South shakes her head and rolls her eyes dramatically, turning again to watch her stretching out on the bed. ]
Top fuckin' quality. [ beat ] Literally, actually.
[ Honestly fucking in any bed is kind of a luxury after the places you tend to fuck when you've either shared a room with your brother or barracks with a bunch of other soldiers for like, your whole life, basically, but still. ]
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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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