(it almost feels like combat, the way sombra presses flush against his solid form and he presses back. he fingers dance the shorn side of his hair before tangling in the rich longer strands and it is something that could easily undo him.)
(oda returns her sentiment in kind and grips one of her delicate wrists and guides her down to cup him.)
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(oda returns her sentiment in kind and grips one of her delicate wrists and guides her down to cup him.)