(the back of his thighs hit the neat table in the entryway with the force of sombra's movement. it sends a small decorative figure clattering to the floor but it does not matter. what matters is the sting of teeth and draw of her lips against his own. she is warm and welcoming against him and oda wonders if she has given up on making things difficult.
oda slips one hand between them and between her legs, curious as to loud she would be getting.)
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oda slips one hand between them and between her legs, curious as to loud she would be getting.)