This is fun. It should be of little surprise to her that with how obsessed with excellence the Shimadas are, that their rebel would be damned good at it. Do it well or not at all, after all. What surprises Sombra is the fact that despite witnessing his tardiness for exercises with his brother and having a diet that would probably nauseate anyone over the age of thirty, he doesn't seem to need all the lessons his family harass him about.
His movement is smooth and he's good about keeping an eye on his surroundings. Still he wouldn't be Genji, if he didn't sneak a nip to her leg. The swat to her ass draws an affronted little gasp and she has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. He's ridiculous and hot and she kind of likes him (even if it is the lust talking).
They get too his room quick - must be all that ninja training - and she's barely on the floor before he's on her. He's leaning in and dimly, it occurs to Sombra that all that sneaking will be a waste if they rattle the doorframe getting busy. And then he stops and she doesn't know what's up.
"Eh?" is all she can manage for a moment, because it's not the question she's expecting. It's considerate and a smart move for folks who want to avoid catching feelings - but they're already smiling and laughing and teasing each other, so no point in stifling it now.
With a little roll of her eyes, she grabs the collar of the white shirt and pulls him in for a slow, exploratory kiss. She can taste herself on his tongue and she can't help but moan a little into the kiss, threading her other hand into his hair.
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His movement is smooth and he's good about keeping an eye on his surroundings. Still he wouldn't be Genji, if he didn't sneak a nip to her leg. The swat to her ass draws an affronted little gasp and she has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. He's ridiculous and hot and she kind of likes him (even if it is the lust talking).
They get too his room quick - must be all that ninja training - and she's barely on the floor before he's on her. He's leaning in and dimly, it occurs to Sombra that all that sneaking will be a waste if they rattle the doorframe getting busy. And then he stops and she doesn't know what's up.
"Eh?" is all she can manage for a moment, because it's not the question she's expecting. It's considerate and a smart move for folks who want to avoid catching feelings - but they're already smiling and laughing and teasing each other, so no point in stifling it now.
With a little roll of her eyes, she grabs the collar of the white shirt and pulls him in for a slow, exploratory kiss. She can taste herself on his tongue and she can't help but moan a little into the kiss, threading her other hand into his hair.