la_sombra

Do you still need sleep clothes? (he asks, clearly adamant about not making eye contact given her state of undress. oda walks over to a dresser against the far wall and opens a drawer, producing a clean black t-shirt and a pair of arasaka-branded sweatpants. he offers them to sombra, his gaze still firmly averted.)

[Sombra rises and follows to collect the clothing, making sure to stay at the edge of his personal space. She tilts her head to try and catch his gaze, smirking a little as she does so.]

Are you alright?

You are not properly dressed. (he accidentally makes eye contact and his discomfort is almdishonorable. it is not even a sexy robe but it is the principle! and that sombra likely wears nothing underneath.) I do not wish to act dishonorably.

My modesty is preserved, don't worry. [Sombra perks up a bit, taking a single step closer.]

You sure you don't want to sit for a sec? You've been turning pink on and off all night.

(that just makes it worse. his lips become a thin line, knowing she is teasing him. perhaps it is time to be blunt.)

This may come as a surprise to you, Sombra, but I do not receive much female attention.

Actually, that is a surprise. [Sombra arches an eyebrow at him, looking a little annoyed herself.]

I think a couple probably gave up watching you pretend to be oblivious.

(his pale brows furrow and oda’s frown deepens.) I do not pretend to be oblivious.

Of course not. [She folds her arms and rolls her eyes, unable to do anything but push back on all of his propriety and rules and rigidity.]

You just act like I'm going to bite you in a bathrobe.

(he glowers; he had not expected to argue with her by coming back. but truthfully, what had oda expected?)

You have been flirting most of the evening. For what purpose? To mock me now?

[Sombra smiles at him, eyes glinting with amusement as he questions her. It does nothing for his perception of her, she's sure, but it's almost funny how he swings between being so cute and so grumpy.]

I'm not mocking you. [She looks him over again, sighing a little.]

Tell me why you came back.

(he gives sombra a skeptical look; it certainly feels like he is being mocked.)

As I said, I do not get that sort of attention. (a pause as oda considers the degree of blunt he should be.) I was mistakenly curious as to what all your signals actually meant.

[She meets his gaze with a faintly apologetic smile.]

And now that you're here?

(now he might believe she is not mocking him. still, oda is skeptical.)

You tell me. What do they mean?

[Sombra carefully steps close enough to touch but far enough to let him make the choice to close the distance.]

I wasn't sure what to expect, considering the situation. [More than that, honestly but it was already a gamble to say this much.] Hoping for a kiss, though.

(she is close enough that he can smell the soap she used in the bath. oda considers her, considers all the reasons he should not. and yet...

oda leans in and slants his lips against sombra's. he tries not to make it too quick but he does not linger, either.)

How is that?

[Sombra follows him a little as he pulls away.]

Not bad.

[She considers for a moment, smiling.]

If I change into the sleep clothes, will you stay a little longer?

("not bad" is not the evaluation he would hope for but oda admittedly is woefully out of practice.)

I should not, (he cautions, saying it aloud for himself more than for her. and somehow oda finds himself not leaving.)

[She ignores his caution and gives him a look, dark and inviting. Sombra is gentle in the way she puts a hand on his forearm.]

Stay.

(for once he does not bristle; maybe it is the look in her eyes or the gentle manner in which she dares to touch him.)

...I will stay.

Good. [Despite herself, her answering smile is bright and pleased. She plays at being unfettered but the truth is she is lonely too. It's something they have in common, she suspects.]

A deal is a deal. [She takes the offered clothing at last.] I'll go change.

(sombra's smile goes a long way towards making oda glad he had not denied her. oda nods, shooing her with one hand to the bathroom while he finds a seat.)

[At his shooing, she does move but sticks her tongue out at him - a brat even as she gets her way. Shutting the door to the bathroom behind her, Sombra slides out of the robe and preens a little in the mirror.

She is lucky to not have much in the way of scars, but can't help the little thrill that comes with the idea of Oda seeing more of her. Confident that he'll like what he sees regardless of how the rest of the evening may go, Sombra easily dresses in the shirt and sweats before returning to the lounge.

Approaching Oda with a smile, she sits in his lap as if she belongs there.]

(immediately oda does not know quite what to do with his hands but he also comes to a realization:
he is at a crossroads. he can continue to be obstinate and make whatever this is miserable for both of them or he can go along with what ever she has in mind and find that they will both enjoy themselves. it does not have to mean anything, he need not overthink it.)

(easier said than done in his case but he is off the clock and free to do as he pleases.)

Are you comfortable? (he raises a brow, tentatively settling a hand on her knee.)

Very.

[The hand on her knee is a little relief. She sighs, glad that he did not bristle at her forwardness.]

You know, we should make sure some things are clear before anything else happens.

(he nods in understanding, though the possibilities in the phrase "anything else" leaves him with a fluttery feeling in his stomach.)

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