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.
He stood there, off to the side, hand moving to rest at his flank where his aches were the most. Just a slight pressure as he watched her. She didn't know what he was. But knew he was powerful.
Dangerous.
He felt his heart sink a bit at that, at first. Golden eyes looking worried a moment when she looked back and winked. She said it was hot though. He felt confused on that for a moment.
"I haven't hurt anyone. Not here. They keep saying I have, but I've only eaten some not humans. I swear." He felt the need to explain that much, suddenly. "I don't like hurting people. I like people. You're all new to me. None of them... smell as delicious as you though."
It literally explained nothing, but if she had been hearing the same rumors about a 'dragon' eating things and people, she might connect it.
Sombra, you have a very old dragon in your kitchen.
Sombra chuckled at his confusion and bit her tongue at his confession. To her, he had no reason to be nervous. People were frequently assholes and so long as he wasn't razing random countrysides, it wasn't her business.
But then he went on about how he hadn't done anything -- oh God. He was the...dragon from the news.
Sombra stared at him, eyes full of wonder as she tried to memorize everything about him. A real live dragon in her house. That explained ...a lot, actually. And he'd been feeling on her like he needed her to live.
"You're safe with me." She gave him a little thumbs up before turning back to the food.
When she turned to stare at him, he looked a little more unsure, as if waiting to hear her freak out at him. There had been a few of those on the way this far. People who just screamed at him. Dragons we re nearly extinct in general, but he and his brother were the last of his kind. And no one had seen HIM for so long it was hard to count the eras.
So as she stared, he almost fidgeted, and in a moment of nervous tension, his tail, long and green with orange fur and tip... plopped out behind him. A bad habit, but a good sign of emotional problems.
And then she simply gave him a thumbs up and a Safe. He looked more so confused. She just went back to cooking. Back to him and all? Like she trusted him.
He crouched at that moment, balanced on his toes, elbows on knees and watching her. There was a faint purring rumble from his chest after a moment, where he was looking more... pleased.
"You are not scared of me? Or are you just very good at hiding it?"
Sombra visibly shuddered at the rumble behind her, glad that Genji could not see the dopey way she bit her lip. Stifling desire meant doing her best to press her thighs together and hoping to avoid embarrassing herself.
"I guess some people would call you scary." She considered the question as the steak bubbled away.
"But even if I was scared, I don't run away from things that scare me."
He stayed where he was for now, watching. Watching so carefully. The magic in this place felt nice. It felt.. better. He felt so low on energy.
"You aren't running away, but I don't smell fear from you either." He pointed out, in a curious tone.
"It is okay if you are scared. Everyone is, when they know what I am. Monster, they say. They think I killed people when I got here. They blame me for things I didn't do. It is okay if you are scared. I wouldn't blame you, but I have not done anything to harm a human. So... please don't be scared." he said slowly, catching each word in thought before letting it flow.
Sombra laughed at his statement, hard enough to make her shoulders shake a little. He might have been old, but he didn't know the way they did things around here - which meant that he was even less prepared for how she did things.
"I never said I was scared, now did I?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him.
He spoke to placate her, to assuage non-existent terror, and all Sombra did was listen. It was a little heartbreaking to hear someone so clearly special sound so lonely. He felt as free as the wind, but maybe it was all that running he was doing.
Sombra snapped once, mostly to get his attention - curious to see if it would agitate him. Bad idea, antagonizing a dragon, but she'd made a life of bad ideas with very smart execution. Clearly, there was no reason to stop now.
"What? Would that be easier for you?" she began, stirring the pan once more before turning off the pan and moving it off the cooling burner. "If I were scared?"
Facing him again, she tilted her head at him, half-sincere in thoughtfulness.
"You want me to shiver because I can feel how you watch me? Should I be scared because you're hungry and can't figure out if you want to eat me or fuck me?"
She shrugs, smirking a little. Clearly not offended at the idea of either being the truth, she continued.
"I was born and raised in this city, with all of our own breed of magic. Being afraid of you is like being afraid of my neighbors. So what you're a dragon? You still got a heart and brain like the rest of us. And anything that thinks, I can handle."
She looked him over again, the look in her eyes going hungry at the edges. He really was handsome, even if he was a little weird.
"I think if you were gonna kill me you would have. So I'm gonna try and enjoy my evening. You wanna try and enjoy yours?"
Old yes, but so very, very sheltered. Years and years and so very any long decades of being kept in a cell, under a place, served concubines and given things to 'appease' his hunger. Times where they literally tried to put him to sleep for long periods, because he was a 'danger'.
Because he wasn't the eldest.
She never said she was scared, no, but there was still a weird desire, or need for her to not be. Then again, the sound of his being lonely? That was so far accurate he couldn't even explain it. He was so used to being mostly alone that finding a human that wasn't scared o him and didn't want to lock him up or kill him? Well, he didnt want to scare her away.
Also, she smelled so good. Why s care THAT away? But then she snapped at him and spoke firmly about herself and him and he just... golden eyes went large, brows shooting up high.
For a moment he literally felt dressed down and put into his place, and he wasn't sure why. And as she comment about him not knowing if he wanted to eat of fuck her, he did growl. Eyes narrowed at that, a low rumble in his throat, but he said nothing.
The rest made the growl tame though, and he was standing, trying to collect himself again. The tail coiling up behind him again and hiding. Fangy tooth biting at his lip again, he let out another small growl, staring at her.
"I wanted to kill you."
He said instead, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides a moment, nose sniffing again. Meat and Witch smells now. He let out a huff. "But I am not like that anymore. And you would... be wasted in my belly." He admitted, hand pressing to his side again to keep pressure there so he could feel it a bit. Using it to keep himself calm in a weird way.
"The food... almost smells as good as you." There was a very fast moment that he licked his lips, but it was hard to tell if his tongue was normal or... longer than normal. "I... want to... enjoy your evening as well." he admitted.
Poor Genji seemed to need a moment, so she glanced to the cooling pan on the stove. It was supposed to last for the week, but having such a powerful guest, she had no problem letting him have the bulk of it. Especially if it would help him recover from whatever he'd been dealing with. He was soft and sweet but a little too gentle for her.
She'd been ready to feed him and let him be, but then she pulled another growl from him - all proper base and Sombra was sure he could hear her heart speed up. Being an adrenaline junkie was a strange thing sometimes.
A normal person would have never spoken so boldly to a dragon and even most supers and mythics would be leery. The growl should have been chastisement, enough of a warning to draw an apology but Sombra did not seemed phased by much of anything.
She met his pretty gold eyes again and smirked slightly at his admission. The statement brings images of a rough union to her mind, even as he backpedals on the admission and for a moment she wonders how deep his claws would sink if he lost control while he took her.
"Go sit, Genji. We can have dinner, you can relax." Her tone was mild, as she indicated the little sofa in the living room before she flashed him a smile, bright and predatory.
"And then we can talk about how bad you want to sink your teeth into me."
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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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Dangerous.
He felt his heart sink a bit at that, at first. Golden eyes looking worried a moment when she looked back and winked. She said it was hot though. He felt confused on that for a moment.
"I haven't hurt anyone. Not here. They keep saying I have, but I've only eaten some not humans. I swear." He felt the need to explain that much, suddenly. "I don't like hurting people. I like people. You're all new to me. None of them... smell as delicious as you though."
It literally explained nothing, but if she had been hearing the same rumors about a 'dragon' eating things and people, she might connect it.
Sombra, you have a very old dragon in your kitchen.
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But then he went on about how he hadn't done anything -- oh God. He was the...dragon from the news.
Sombra stared at him, eyes full of wonder as she tried to memorize everything about him. A real live dragon in her house. That explained ...a lot, actually. And he'd been feeling on her like he needed her to live.
"You're safe with me." She gave him a little thumbs up before turning back to the food.
Just play it cool.
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So as she stared, he almost fidgeted, and in a moment of nervous tension, his tail, long and green with orange fur and tip... plopped out behind him. A bad habit, but a good sign of emotional problems.
And then she simply gave him a thumbs up and a Safe. He looked more so confused. She just went back to cooking. Back to him and all? Like she trusted him.
He crouched at that moment, balanced on his toes, elbows on knees and watching her. There was a faint purring rumble from his chest after a moment, where he was looking more... pleased.
"You are not scared of me? Or are you just very good at hiding it?"
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"I guess some people would call you scary." She considered the question as the steak bubbled away.
"But even if I was scared, I don't run away from things that scare me."
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"You aren't running away, but I don't smell fear from you either." He pointed out, in a curious tone.
"It is okay if you are scared. Everyone is, when they know what I am. Monster, they say. They think I killed people when I got here. They blame me for things I didn't do. It is okay if you are scared. I wouldn't blame you, but I have not done anything to harm a human. So... please don't be scared." he said slowly, catching each word in thought before letting it flow.
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"I never said I was scared, now did I?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him.
He spoke to placate her, to assuage non-existent terror, and all Sombra did was listen. It was a little heartbreaking to hear someone so clearly special sound so lonely. He felt as free as the wind, but maybe it was all that running he was doing.
Sombra snapped once, mostly to get his attention - curious to see if it would agitate him. Bad idea, antagonizing a dragon, but she'd made a life of bad ideas with very smart execution. Clearly, there was no reason to stop now.
"What? Would that be easier for you?" she began, stirring the pan once more before turning off the pan and moving it off the cooling burner. "If I were scared?"
Facing him again, she tilted her head at him, half-sincere in thoughtfulness.
"You want me to shiver because I can feel how you watch me? Should I be scared because you're hungry and can't figure out if you want to eat me or fuck me?"
She shrugs, smirking a little. Clearly not offended at the idea of either being the truth, she continued.
"I was born and raised in this city, with all of our own breed of magic. Being afraid of you is like being afraid of my neighbors. So what you're a dragon? You still got a heart and brain like the rest of us. And anything that thinks, I can handle."
She looked him over again, the look in her eyes going hungry at the edges. He really was handsome, even if he was a little weird.
"I think if you were gonna kill me you would have. So I'm gonna try and enjoy my evening. You wanna try and enjoy yours?"
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Because he wasn't the eldest.
She never said she was scared, no, but there was still a weird desire, or need for her to not be. Then again, the sound of his being lonely? That was so far accurate he couldn't even explain it. He was so used to being mostly alone that finding a human that wasn't scared o him and didn't want to lock him up or kill him? Well, he didnt want to scare her away.
Also, she smelled so good. Why s care THAT away? But then she snapped at him and spoke firmly about herself and him and he just... golden eyes went large, brows shooting up high.
For a moment he literally felt dressed down and put into his place, and he wasn't sure why. And as she comment about him not knowing if he wanted to eat of fuck her, he did growl. Eyes narrowed at that, a low rumble in his throat, but he said nothing.
The rest made the growl tame though, and he was standing, trying to collect himself again. The tail coiling up behind him again and hiding. Fangy tooth biting at his lip again, he let out another small growl, staring at her.
"I wanted to kill you."
He said instead, his hands curling and uncurling at his sides a moment, nose sniffing again. Meat and Witch smells now. He let out a huff. "But I am not like that anymore. And you would... be wasted in my belly." He admitted, hand pressing to his side again to keep pressure there so he could feel it a bit. Using it to keep himself calm in a weird way.
"The food... almost smells as good as you." There was a very fast moment that he licked his lips, but it was hard to tell if his tongue was normal or... longer than normal. "I... want to... enjoy your evening as well." he admitted.
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She'd been ready to feed him and let him be, but then she pulled another growl from him - all proper base and Sombra was sure he could hear her heart speed up. Being an adrenaline junkie was a strange thing sometimes.
A normal person would have never spoken so boldly to a dragon and even most supers and mythics would be leery. The growl should have been chastisement, enough of a warning to draw an apology but Sombra did not seemed phased by much of anything.
She met his pretty gold eyes again and smirked slightly at his admission. The statement brings images of a rough union to her mind, even as he backpedals on the admission and for a moment she wonders how deep his claws would sink if he lost control while he took her.
"Go sit, Genji. We can have dinner, you can relax."
Her tone was mild, as she indicated the little sofa in the living room before she flashed him a smile, bright and predatory.
"And then we can talk about how bad you want to sink your teeth into me."