[Never one for shyness or false modesty, Sombra basks in the heat of his gaze. The way he traces her tattoo, and his compliments bring a deeper flush to her cheeks. As their lips meet again, she opens for him, deepening the kiss and pressing her body along his.
'I want you' she murmurs in between kisses, running fingers into his hair.]
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'I want you' she murmurs in between kisses, running fingers into his hair.]