Unlocking the door to her apartment, Sombra pushed down the faint heartache of the mysterious stranger's disappearance. For all the world, it felt like he was just around the corner, like if she reached out, she could touch him. Ignoring that she very much wanted to touch him, she set about unpacking and storing the groceries.
At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.
For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.
And there it was. A window opened and he pressed against the wall tighter. For a moment he didn't even breath. He had just been peeking in another window to this place too, but now...
Now he inched closer and brought himself to the edge of the window, sniffing silently and almost melting. Melting as he realized it was the right smell. His fingers dug into the stone wall he clung to, just so he didn't fall off.
He couldn't help himself. His tummy rumbled a moment and he found himself peek inside more, trying to see if she was still there at the window, or the kitchen at all. Peeking in to give a simple, but accented.
'Hello' wasn't much of a threat, Sombra knew that, but hearing it outside of her window startled her into defense. The knife she'd been chopping with was pointed towards the window, her face suddenly looking like she'd painted herself up like a skull, glaring at the possible offender.
It was him!
Sombra relaxed with a chuckle, the skull disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
"Seriously?" She inclined her head towards the front of the building. "Go to the door."
The knife didn't bother him. It was the skull that appeared. His golden eyes went wide as he stared at her, fingers hanging over the edge of the window a moment still. Hanging on the side of a building, watchful.
She had said she wanted to say hi. So he was letting her. Kind of. But now she was telling him to go to the door? He frowned at that, drawing back slowly. Peeking in all the while. His tummy rumbled again as her smell felt stronger.
Yummy.
"I... go." He tried out in slow words, ducking away from the window again, like he was running away once more.
She watched him leave, trying to get her heart to slow down. Hopefully he listened to her, hopefully he didn't bail, she found herself wishing as she put on a light hoodie.
Nearly vaulting down the stairs, Sombra rushed to the front door and paused to collect herself. She hadn't been hoping he was going to show. She wasn't excited and this was totally normal. After a deep breath and clearing her throat, she opened the door.
[Stranger. You there?] she began, in her slightly rusty Japanese.
He almost did leave. He moved up to the roof again and hung there, frowning. No, this is a bad idea. he should go.
He really should go.
Yet here he was, looking over the roof of the apartment and peeking down near the front.
No, he had to go. He ducked back and jumped down to the alley at the side, only to stop at a freeze, hearing his language spoken.
He found himself peeking around the building's corner, to try and get a good look at her. A hoodie and shorts, and look at that hair. And she smelled wonderful. He found himself leaning further out, hand pulling his hat down firmer and peeking past it.
[You speak Japanese?] He said curiously, finding himself coming around the corner of the building, looking around as if worried someone would see him. See him or blame him for something.
Sombra felt how bright the smile on her face was, praying he couldn't feel how fast her heart was beating. Partly wishing she'd get a grip, she nodded at his question.
[I'm a little out of practice, but yeah.] She gestured into her building with a thumb. [You want to come in? It's easier to talk.]
She has a brilliant smile! And she seemed welcoming. Which could be a problem, but he didn't care at this moment. Even if she didn't just invite him in, he was still moving forward, because damn she smelled so inviting on her own.
Magic, pure and simple. Good clean, brilliant, strong magic, and a good smile.
He didn't say anything but instead moved forward towards her, moving to stop just before her to take a deeper breath, gold eyes searching her face, squinting a moment as he did. He didn't think she was forward. He was being the invasive one right now.
He moved forward and Sombra's smile dimmed slightly. It was suddenly as if she and her stranger were the only two people in the world and that was an idea that Sombra was enjoying more by the second.
[Hey, Stranger...]. She was definitely purring this time.
He looked at her like he was searching for something and this close, it was hard not to be mesmerized by him. Sombra could feel his power on the air this close.
[We should go upstairs...] she began, stepping back without much urgency.
He was searching, trying to understand her. He had never met anyone like her. Dark skin, bright eyes, brighter hair, and a smell that was intoxicating.
And that sound! Was she purring as she spoke? He makes sounds like that too!
And he understood her. He was learning the language around here as he slowly moved through the place, yes, but it was nice to hear his own language. Even if he was rusty on English himself.
Gold eyes looked to her eyes, staring for a moment, then... a nod. Upstairs. Yes.
His tummy growled again, an echoing grumble, his hands drawing back to stuff into his pockets, frowning more. Another nod. [Please. Yes.] He would follow.
Sombra shot him another smile before turning to head up the stairs and promptly realized that she'd left the stove on.
"Shit!" she hissed, bolting up the stairs by twos and praying that she hadn't been too distracted. And now her stranger probably got a good show considering how short her shorts actually were.
Fortunately, she'd just managed to get to the kitchen just shy of burning something.
With one hand, she stirred the pan and the other she waved him in.
[So what do I call you? I can't just keep calling you 'Stranger'.]
He looked surprised as she bolted up the steps, and yes, yes he did indeed see a good show. She was cute. Reminded him of someone before. Someone he used to like, but disappeared. No doubt his fathers fault.
Enjoyment for him was not highly thought of.
He did follow though, taking the steps one at a time, slowly, peeking up as he walked, as if waiting for the trap to fall. And as he came to her open door, he peeked inside, eyes serious, but curious.
She waved him in. He glanced around outside the door, not seeing or smelling anything. Then stepped in, frowning, and closing the door behind him. Safer that way. Maybe.
[Stranger is not so bad a name.] He said carefully, now snooping around her place. Everything smelled of her. Everything felt warm and inviting and he felt a tingle run down his back as he walked closer to her kitchen. She was cooking?
Warded as it was, her house was lovely to anyone invited and unsettling to intruders. It was a nice one bedroom place, simple but pretty lived in. Protected with simple magic, it was easily reinforced and it helped with feeling safe.
For a moment, she was hard-pressed to believe anyone would stand up to their full power, then her stranger crossed the threshold. Sombra bit her lip, shuddering as he entered her home. He was strong, something old or maybe an old bloodline.
[Stranger is fine then.] No True Names was a good policy, even if she pouted a little at his reticence.
God, she could practically feel him on the air - like a thunderstorm, but kinder. Or maybe it was a ruse. Either way she looked to him as he entered the doorway of the kitchen.
Very old. Both in age and in bloodline. One of two left, or, he had been. His brother was no longer one, or well. His brother should not be able to track him here though. Not for a while.
He felt the welcoming feel in the place, though he didn't know a thing about the wards or charms, or anything within the house that spoke of magic or power. All he knew is it smelled good. She smelled good. Attractive. It was so rare that people outside of those he grew up around smelled this good.
[Your name first? Then mine. Or Stranger will do.] he said simply, speaking slowly in his own language. His hands fidgeted in his hoodie pockets. Too hot to wear this here, but he liked the heat. It was easier to hide in this than his other clothing.
[Hungry.] he said, but it sounded more like he was trying to talk to himself on this subject. [Yes. It has been a few days.] Then he paused again, coming in closer. Watching her. Sniffing at her, or... at what she was doing? He did come closer, trying to peek and see WHAT she was cooking. [You are... uh... spiritual?] Asked as if trying to find the right word for it.
It was as close to the truth as anyone got anymore. Sombra lived a mostly solitary life and while she had Los Muertos, this stranger's presence reminded her of how lonely she was at times. Reaching for him with her magic had become habit in a matter of hours, the feeling of wind and wildness rapidly becoming addictive. He felt a little stifled though...
She'd put one of the steaks in the pan when he mentioned how long it's been since his last meal and she tutted quietly at him.
[You don't seem like the type to starve gracefully...]
As he peeked at the pan, Sombra shifted to accommodate him and began thinking about the immediate problem of the language barrier.
It was an interesting name. She mentioned his starving gracelessly and he had to agree, though he didn't agree outloud. He instead moved to stand behind her, looking at the pan, but then... leaning in to take a long breath. Eyes closing for a moment.
Is it a problem? He let out a huff. Spiritual was not the right word. A tiny growl in the back of his throat was heard, the kind that sounded like one was annoyed at ones self.
[Not problem. Not right... word. Ummm...] He hummed, eyes closing a moment, and if she allowed him to stay this close to her, he was going to lean in, hat bumping off his head now as he actually leaned in to nuzzle at the back of her neck, taking her in a bit more.
[I do not want to insult. I was thinking... witch? You smell good though.]
She had half a mind to tease him that he didn't give his name, but then he had leaned even closer. It was bad enough that she could feel him at a distance, but this close was electric. He huffed behind her and then growled and she felt her blood begin to run hot.
Okay. hotter.
[You have my name, Stranger.] She froze as she felt him lean in, his nose pressing against the nape her neck. At the contact she gasped and froze to the spot, doing her best to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
[This isn't fair,] she began, just barely avoiding a coquettish whine, her voice lacking any heat for protest. [what if I had a boyfriend?]
Witch. He had to be. There was something about her that felt clear and firm and magical. But she smelled good and he couldn't help but lean into her and want to... to...
He wasn't going to devour her. He didn't do that anymore. He didn't need to follow clan law. He wasn't of a clan anymore.
He had her name, she said. He nuzzled more, his hands reaching to rest on her hips thoughtlessly. He could take her in a few bites. He satisfied in more ways than just a single malnourished cow. Her magic would fill him up, but lords and graces did she feel god before him.
[Genji.] He said simply, pulling her back closer to him, his nose nuzzling up behind her ear. [Not fair at all. You are too... appealing. Too...too... --don't care of you have a boyfriend.]
'Unsure' was not a common feeling for Sombra. Truth be told, she was damned sure of what was going to happen soon and the thought of him so close so fast made her shiver. Fumbling slightly, she turned off the pan and did her best to turn to face him. The motion made his hands drift over her hips and she felt his nose along her her jawline as she shifted.
Damn. This was bad and she kind of didn't give a shit.
She leaned back, just far enough to draw three fingers across her lips, before giving him a slow kiss. Not bothering to wait for permission, she pressed her tongue to deepen it. He tasted better than he felt and Sombra had to make an effort to break the kiss she started.
"Didn't want to translate." she mumbled against his lips. "Just talk. I'll understand."
Shy? No. Or, well a bit, but it is more a fear than anything. Fear of hurting others. Fear of being hunted. Fear that his brother will find him. Fear that he will be called out for being a dragon and hunted down for it.
One on one is safer, yes?
And then the pan was off and she was turned around. His nose nuzzling her jaw, there was a small part of him that said he could lean in, bite her neck. Morph to his normal size and rip her head off. Soak in the warm blood of magic powers and be full again. Be able to go and hide and not be found again.
He could do it so easy, but then... then she leaned in and kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, eyes wide, then... leaned in to return it, lips parted and feeling her press deeper within his mouth. He hadn't kissed anyone in some time, and he was sure his heart jumped from chest to throat.
The desire to bite her head off went away in that instant. He wanted more than that now. "How?" He asked, just talking on a breath, drawing back and staring at her, brows raised. "You did something?"
She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, her own gaze flicking from his lips to those pretty gold eyes. Instincts screamed at her to trip the wards, to run from whatever instinct he'd been restraining or at the very least eat something before fucking someone so powerful.
Wait, she wasn't going to sleep with some rando. That would be crazy and stupid and Sombra didn't deal in either of those things. Not even if had been a while since she'd had anyone in her bed and not even for this man with the beautiful golden eyes, who stammered one moment and in the next moved like he was going to have her in the middle of the kitchen.
Suddenly struck by the realization that he could make her scream with very little effort, Sombra tried to focus on anything that could kill her hormones. Apparently lack of familiarity wasn't enough but feeling him with her magic, she noticed something ...off.
Carefully, she rested a hand just over the zipper of his hoodie.
If it meant anything at all, he really wasn't there to just have a quick fuck or anything like that. He was just seriously in tune with how she felt. How he felt around her. Like a cat seeking attention and a need to feed off it.
And she did such a good job of it too. The touches, the gaze, the little kiss at the corner of his mouth. No one had been this nice to him, not even the concubines sent to please him in the cells.
He stood there before her, eyes still focused on her face, watching her as she seemed to struggle a bit with him.
And then the touch.
He glanced down as she rested her hand over the zipper, just in the right place where he had bandaged himself tightly. His brows creased, frowning now as he stared down at her hand.
"A bad fight. A week or so ago." He admitted, still staring down, almost ashamed. "It should have healed by now, but it has not. It does not hurt though, so I will not suffer. I... had to get somewhere else. I needed to eat. I needed.... um, needed things." he bit his lip (she might notice he had a bit fangy pair of teeth in there), watching her hand. "You smelled good. I am s-sorry..."
Sombra was hyper-aware of this man, his presence forcing her senses into overdrive. She was pretty sure his heartbeat rested under her fingertips and under all the power she could sense a hunger. Silent at his explanation, she kissed him again - far more gently. There was something ravenous in him, something yearning for nourishment and softness in equal measure.
Despite herself, she found herself looking at his teeth when he bit his lip.
"If you want me to keep cooking, you need to let me go."
He's not used to this kind of person. She wasn't upset with him. She wasn't disgusted with him. She wasn't SCARED of him.
She even kissed him again, which he leaned ever so slightly into, because it was soft, and each time she kissed him he felt something burn through his chest like a fire he had needed.
When she commented on cooking, on letting her go, he frowned, but he let his hands slide off her hips, reluctantly. It had been the growl of his belly that ultimately forced him to let her go. She was still here. It would be fine.
She gave him a little half-smile before stepping slightly away from him.
"Not exactly."
The stove was turned back on, a close eye on the steak coming back up to temperature. Cooking was easy and had steps. And rules. Everything else about this situation was spiraling a little out of control.
"You're not like anyone I've ever met." she began, setting the steak to cook on a low flame. "But you feel powerful. Dangerous."
Sombra felt her cheeks flush and she ran with it, looking over her shoulder at him and wink.
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At her home, safely warded, her magic intensified. The scent hung in the air, sweet and potent, but with something deeper, darker. The shift in intensity likely had to do with the fact that she'd changed from jeans and a t-shirt to a pair of old athletic shorts and an tank top.
For a bit she continued, scrolling through her phone at recipes as she chopped a few base ingredients. Ignoring the feeling that she was being watched again, she opened the kitchen window.
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Now he inched closer and brought himself to the edge of the window, sniffing silently and almost melting. Melting as he realized it was the right smell. His fingers dug into the stone wall he clung to, just so he didn't fall off.
He couldn't help himself. His tummy rumbled a moment and he found himself peek inside more, trying to see if she was still there at the window, or the kitchen at all. Peeking in to give a simple, but accented.
"H-hello?"
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It was him!
Sombra relaxed with a chuckle, the skull disappearing as quickly as it appeared.
"Seriously?" She inclined her head towards the front of the building. "Go to the door."
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She had said she wanted to say hi. So he was letting her. Kind of. But now she was telling him to go to the door? He frowned at that, drawing back slowly. Peeking in all the while. His tummy rumbled again as her smell felt stronger.
Yummy.
"I... go." He tried out in slow words, ducking away from the window again, like he was running away once more.
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Nearly vaulting down the stairs, Sombra rushed to the front door and paused to collect herself. She hadn't been hoping he was going to show. She wasn't excited and this was totally normal. After a deep breath and clearing her throat, she opened the door.
[Stranger. You there?] she began, in her slightly rusty Japanese.
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He really should go.
Yet here he was, looking over the roof of the apartment and peeking down near the front.
No, he had to go. He ducked back and jumped down to the alley at the side, only to stop at a freeze, hearing his language spoken.
He found himself peeking around the building's corner, to try and get a good look at her. A hoodie and shorts, and look at that hair. And she smelled wonderful. He found himself leaning further out, hand pulling his hat down firmer and peeking past it.
[You speak Japanese?] He said curiously, finding himself coming around the corner of the building, looking around as if worried someone would see him. See him or blame him for something.
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[I'm a little out of practice, but yeah.] She gestured into her building with a thumb. [You want to come in? It's easier to talk.]
Hopefully, he didn't think that was too forward.
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Magic, pure and simple. Good clean, brilliant, strong magic, and a good smile.
He didn't say anything but instead moved forward towards her, moving to stop just before her to take a deeper breath, gold eyes searching her face, squinting a moment as he did. He didn't think she was forward. He was being the invasive one right now.
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[Hey, Stranger...]. She was definitely purring this time.
He looked at her like he was searching for something and this close, it was hard not to be mesmerized by him. Sombra could feel his power on the air this close.
[We should go upstairs...] she began, stepping back without much urgency.
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And that sound! Was she purring as she spoke? He makes sounds like that too!
And he understood her. He was learning the language around here as he slowly moved through the place, yes, but it was nice to hear his own language. Even if he was rusty on English himself.
Gold eyes looked to her eyes, staring for a moment, then... a nod. Upstairs. Yes.
His tummy growled again, an echoing grumble, his hands drawing back to stuff into his pockets, frowning more. Another nod. [Please. Yes.] He would follow.
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"Shit!" she hissed, bolting up the stairs by twos and praying that she hadn't been too distracted. And now her stranger probably got a good show considering how short her shorts actually were.
Fortunately, she'd just managed to get to the kitchen just shy of burning something.
With one hand, she stirred the pan and the other she waved him in.
[So what do I call you? I can't just keep calling you 'Stranger'.]
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Enjoyment for him was not highly thought of.
He did follow though, taking the steps one at a time, slowly, peeking up as he walked, as if waiting for the trap to fall. And as he came to her open door, he peeked inside, eyes serious, but curious.
She waved him in. He glanced around outside the door, not seeing or smelling anything. Then stepped in, frowning, and closing the door behind him. Safer that way. Maybe.
[Stranger is not so bad a name.] He said carefully, now snooping around her place. Everything smelled of her. Everything felt warm and inviting and he felt a tingle run down his back as he walked closer to her kitchen. She was cooking?
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For a moment, she was hard-pressed to believe anyone would stand up to their full power, then her stranger crossed the threshold. Sombra bit her lip, shuddering as he entered her home. He was strong, something old or maybe an old bloodline.
[Stranger is fine then.] No True Names was a good policy, even if she pouted a little at his reticence.
God, she could practically feel him on the air - like a thunderstorm, but kinder. Or maybe it was a ruse. Either way she looked to him as he entered the doorway of the kitchen.
[You're hungry, right?]
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He felt the welcoming feel in the place, though he didn't know a thing about the wards or charms, or anything within the house that spoke of magic or power. All he knew is it smelled good. She smelled good. Attractive. It was so rare that people outside of those he grew up around smelled this good.
[Your name first? Then mine. Or Stranger will do.] he said simply, speaking slowly in his own language. His hands fidgeted in his hoodie pockets. Too hot to wear this here, but he liked the heat. It was easier to hide in this than his other clothing.
[Hungry.] he said, but it sounded more like he was trying to talk to himself on this subject. [Yes. It has been a few days.] Then he paused again, coming in closer. Watching her. Sniffing at her, or... at what she was doing? He did come closer, trying to peek and see WHAT she was cooking. [You are... uh... spiritual?] Asked as if trying to find the right word for it.
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It was as close to the truth as anyone got anymore. Sombra lived a mostly solitary life and while she had Los Muertos, this stranger's presence reminded her of how lonely she was at times. Reaching for him with her magic had become habit in a matter of hours, the feeling of wind and wildness rapidly becoming addictive. He felt a little stifled though...
She'd put one of the steaks in the pan when he mentioned how long it's been since his last meal and she tutted quietly at him.
[You don't seem like the type to starve gracefully...]
As he peeked at the pan, Sombra shifted to accommodate him and began thinking about the immediate problem of the language barrier.
[Not really. Is that a problem?]
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It was an interesting name. She mentioned his starving gracelessly and he had to agree, though he didn't agree outloud. He instead moved to stand behind her, looking at the pan, but then... leaning in to take a long breath. Eyes closing for a moment.
Is it a problem? He let out a huff. Spiritual was not the right word. A tiny growl in the back of his throat was heard, the kind that sounded like one was annoyed at ones self.
[Not problem. Not right... word. Ummm...] He hummed, eyes closing a moment, and if she allowed him to stay this close to her, he was going to lean in, hat bumping off his head now as he actually leaned in to nuzzle at the back of her neck, taking her in a bit more.
[I do not want to insult. I was thinking... witch? You smell good though.]
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Okay. hotter.
[You have my name, Stranger.] She froze as she felt him lean in, his nose pressing against the nape her neck. At the contact she gasped and froze to the spot, doing her best to ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
[This isn't fair,] she began, just barely avoiding a coquettish whine, her voice lacking any heat for protest. [what if I had a boyfriend?]
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He wasn't going to devour her. He didn't do that anymore. He didn't need to follow clan law. He wasn't of a clan anymore.
He had her name, she said. He nuzzled more, his hands reaching to rest on her hips thoughtlessly. He could take her in a few bites. He satisfied in more ways than just a single malnourished cow. Her magic would fill him up, but lords and graces did she feel god before him.
[Genji.] He said simply, pulling her back closer to him, his nose nuzzling up behind her ear. [Not fair at all. You are too... appealing. Too...too... --don't care of you have a boyfriend.]
Welp.
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'Unsure' was not a common feeling for Sombra. Truth be told, she was damned sure of what was going to happen soon and the thought of him so close so fast made her shiver. Fumbling slightly, she turned off the pan and did her best to turn to face him. The motion made his hands drift over her hips and she felt his nose along her her jawline as she shifted.
Damn. This was bad and she kind of didn't give a shit.
She leaned back, just far enough to draw three fingers across her lips, before giving him a slow kiss. Not bothering to wait for permission, she pressed her tongue to deepen it. He tasted better than he felt and Sombra had to make an effort to break the kiss she started.
"Didn't want to translate." she mumbled against his lips. "Just talk. I'll understand."
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One on one is safer, yes?
And then the pan was off and she was turned around. His nose nuzzling her jaw, there was a small part of him that said he could lean in, bite her neck. Morph to his normal size and rip her head off. Soak in the warm blood of magic powers and be full again. Be able to go and hide and not be found again.
He could do it so easy, but then... then she leaned in and kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, eyes wide, then... leaned in to return it, lips parted and feeling her press deeper within his mouth. He hadn't kissed anyone in some time, and he was sure his heart jumped from chest to throat.
The desire to bite her head off went away in that instant. He wanted more than that now. "How?" He asked, just talking on a breath, drawing back and staring at her, brows raised. "You did something?"
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She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, her own gaze flicking from his lips to those pretty gold eyes. Instincts screamed at her to trip the wards, to run from whatever instinct he'd been restraining or at the very least eat something before fucking someone so powerful.
Wait, she wasn't going to sleep with some rando. That would be crazy and stupid and Sombra didn't deal in either of those things. Not even if had been a while since she'd had anyone in her bed and not even for this man with the beautiful golden eyes, who stammered one moment and in the next moved like he was going to have her in the middle of the kitchen.
Suddenly struck by the realization that he could make her scream with very little effort, Sombra tried to focus on anything that could kill her hormones. Apparently lack of familiarity wasn't enough but feeling him with her magic, she noticed something ...off.
Carefully, she rested a hand just over the zipper of his hoodie.
"You're injured. I can feel it."
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And she did such a good job of it too. The touches, the gaze, the little kiss at the corner of his mouth. No one had been this nice to him, not even the concubines sent to please him in the cells.
He stood there before her, eyes still focused on her face, watching her as she seemed to struggle a bit with him.
And then the touch.
He glanced down as she rested her hand over the zipper, just in the right place where he had bandaged himself tightly. His brows creased, frowning now as he stared down at her hand.
"A bad fight. A week or so ago." He admitted, still staring down, almost ashamed. "It should have healed by now, but it has not. It does not hurt though, so I will not suffer. I... had to get somewhere else. I needed to eat. I needed.... um, needed things." he bit his lip (she might notice he had a bit fangy pair of teeth in there), watching her hand. "You smelled good. I am s-sorry..."
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Sombra was hyper-aware of this man, his presence forcing her senses into overdrive. She was pretty sure his heartbeat rested under her fingertips and under all the power she could sense a hunger. Silent at his explanation, she kissed him again - far more gently. There was something ravenous in him, something yearning for nourishment and softness in equal measure.
Despite herself, she found herself looking at his teeth when he bit his lip.
"If you want me to keep cooking, you need to let me go."
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She even kissed him again, which he leaned ever so slightly into, because it was soft, and each time she kissed him he felt something burn through his chest like a fire he had needed.
When she commented on cooking, on letting her go, he frowned, but he let his hands slide off her hips, reluctantly. It had been the growl of his belly that ultimately forced him to let her go. She was still here. It would be fine.
"You know what I am?"
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"Not exactly."
The stove was turned back on, a close eye on the steak coming back up to temperature. Cooking was easy and had steps. And rules. Everything else about this situation was spiraling a little out of control.
"You're not like anyone I've ever met." she began, setting the steak to cook on a low flame. "But you feel powerful. Dangerous."
Sombra felt her cheeks flush and she ran with it, looking over her shoulder at him and wink.
"It's kinda hot."
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