[They kiss for a moment longer, before Sombra breaks the kiss and nips his lip. She presses light kisses along his jaw, until she can whisper into his ear.]
Take this off.
[She tugs his suit jacket for emphasis before sliding out of his lap and giving him room to move.]
(the nip has him getting riled up certainly and the kisses along his jaw where skin and ceramics meet is especially sensitive. still, oda does not protest sombra's demand and shrugs out of his suit jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt halfway.)
(the line of his endoskeleton extends past his collar down the his sternum. there are obvious augmentations but what sombra might find to be a surprise are his extensive traditional tattoos. vibrant chrysanthemums in cobalt and electric blues, rick black accents and arasaka reds. she surely can see the hints at his shoulders and chest, but he is covered to his wrist and across his back, down over his ass and stopping at the back of upper thighs. an oni takes centerpiece between his shoulder blades, to be discovered when he completely undresses.)
[As he slides off the jacket, she whistles appreciatively as yet another tease. Pleased with herself, Sombra’s smile shifts, brows skimming high on her forehead.
The tattoos are a surprise and her gaze flits over his form, trying to pick up as many details as possible.]
Nice work…
[It’s hard to tell if she means the augments or the ink before his question brings her attention back to him.
Instead of answering, she giggles a little and turns her back to him, making a show of lifting her shirt.
On her lower back, along her spine and either side are the beginnings of a piece made entirety of circuit lines.]
A fair enough trade. (oda resists the urge to reach out at trace the beginning of her own ink, his mind certainly wandering to imagine how extensive it is. he finishes with the buttons and untucks his shirt, all the while watching sombra.)
[Sombra hears the rustle of fabric and smirks, lifting her own shirt over her shoulders. She sweeps her hair over her shoulder to make it easier to see the extent of the ink.
The ink starts at the nape of her neck, circuit lines integrating with her actual mods. Thick and thin, the lines build patterns shaped like butterflies and flowers, some are filled in with splashes of the same purple in her hair, others filled in with a paler purple.]
(this time oda does reach, touching a dimple at the small of her back and tracing the elegant lines of inked circuts. no one could ever say it does not suit her.)
It is very good work. (boldly oda steps closer and drags his lips over one of the flowers at sombra's shoulder.)
[Feeling his touch trace along the small of her back leaves her pleased, wondering what other exploration her ink inspires. She hums quietly at the praise of the tattoo, before gasping quietly at the heat of his mouth on her shoulder. Her instinct is to turn her head, curious at what his next choice will be, even as she shivers a little at the result of the kiss.]
Oda...[After she gets his attention, she makes a small 'turn around' gesture with a finger, smirking.] My turn.
(her response certainly pleases him; they are warming up to one another no doubt. obliging, oda turns around to give the full view of his ink (at least until it disappears beneath his waistband.)
[She says nothing for a moment, studying the ink for a moment. The fact he sat for such intense work is impressive and the choice of such protective designs is interesting. A fingernail traces different parts: a chrysanthemum and its shadow, the edge of the Oni mask.]
It's intense, like you.
[Settling her hands at his hips, Sombra leans close to him and presses a kiss to the mask.]
(his efforts to suppress a shudder fail and her words make his ears burn. so few actually get to appreciate his tattoos, too, that her appraisal makes him feel both self-conscious and emboldened.)
It goes further. (his words might be matter-of-fact but his tone is something heady and suggestive.)
[Her gaze flicks downward, along the curve of his spine. The tattoo was unexpected but such an expansive piece was a different sort of surprise. If she had gone with her original assumptions, she would have written him off as a stuck-up suit.
She presses another kiss to a different part of the mask, tracing her touch along the waistband of his slacks.]
(wordlessly oda unbuckles his belt and slips his slacks down to pool on the tile. his black compression shorts hug every toned muscle but they too go the way of the floor. he does not turn yet, permitting her to see the rest of the piece before the rest of him.)
[Sombra steps back, as a noise of wordless appreciation leaves her. A little more impressed by both his conditioning and the art that adorns him, she takes the opportunity to finish undressing.]
It's beautiful work.
[Once he turns, he'll notice a second piece sits on her sternum, a delicate-looking calavera done in fine lines. ]
(he does indeed turn, his electric blue gaze roving over her form. oda tilts his head down and a reverent hand traces the line of another surprise---maybe she will not immediately notice how he drinks in her splendid nakedness.)
And yours as well, (oda slants his lips against hers again, more insistent than the last.)
[Never one for shyness or false modesty, Sombra basks in the heat of his gaze. The way he traces her tattoo, and his compliments bring a deeper flush to her cheeks. As their lips meet again, she opens for him, deepening the kiss and pressing her body along his.
'I want you' she murmurs in between kisses, running fingers into his hair.]
(it almost feels like combat, the way sombra presses flush against his solid form and he presses back. he fingers dance the shorn side of his hair before tangling in the rich longer strands and it is something that could easily undo him.)
(oda returns her sentiment in kind and grips one of her delicate wrists and guides her down to cup him.)
Like that, (he inhales sharply and affirms her, loosening her wrist once she has a rhythm going. even still he is kissing, nipping, grazing her skin with his teeth but not enough to break any skin.)
Teasing again? (his voice falters a fraction and his eyes briefly shut while sombra tends to his jaw. it is just arrhythmic enough to keep him off-kilter but not wholly unpleasant.)
(oda does not argue her point but if it is because she is right or it is just the fact that is too distracted to do so. he gives her a particularly pointed nip before moving to bat away her hand.)
(make me? oda crosses his arms, clearly considering his next move. as it turns out it is the simplest one: to move forward and attempt to wrap his arms around her thighs and hoist sombra over his shoulder.)
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Take this off.
[She tugs his suit jacket for emphasis before sliding out of his lap and giving him room to move.]
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(the line of his endoskeleton extends past his collar down the his sternum. there are obvious augmentations but what sombra might find to be a surprise are his extensive traditional tattoos. vibrant chrysanthemums in cobalt and electric blues, rick black accents and arasaka reds. she surely can see the hints at his shoulders and chest, but he is covered to his wrist and across his back, down over his ass and stopping at the back of upper thighs. an oni takes centerpiece between his shoulder blades, to be discovered when he completely undresses.)
Better?
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The tattoos are a surprise and her gaze flits over his form, trying to pick up as many details as possible.]
Nice work…
[It’s hard to tell if she means the augments or the ink before his question brings her attention back to him.
Instead of answering, she giggles a little and turns her back to him, making a show of lifting her shirt.
On her lower back, along her spine and either side are the beginnings of a piece made entirety of circuit lines.]
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
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The ink starts at the nape of her neck, circuit lines integrating with her actual mods. Thick and thin, the lines build patterns shaped like butterflies and flowers, some are filled in with splashes of the same purple in her hair, others filled in with a paler purple.]
You like it?
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It is very good work. (boldly oda steps closer and drags his lips over one of the flowers at sombra's shoulder.)
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Oda...[After she gets his attention, she makes a small 'turn around' gesture with a finger, smirking.] My turn.
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Do you find it fitting?
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It's intense, like you.
[Settling her hands at his hips, Sombra leans close to him and presses a kiss to the mask.]
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It goes further. (his words might be matter-of-fact but his tone is something heady and suggestive.)
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She presses another kiss to a different part of the mask, tracing her touch along the waistband of his slacks.]
Show me?
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It's beautiful work.
[Once he turns, he'll notice a second piece sits on her sternum, a delicate-looking calavera done in fine lines. ]
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And yours as well, (oda slants his lips against hers again, more insistent than the last.)
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'I want you' she murmurs in between kisses, running fingers into his hair.]
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(oda returns her sentiment in kind and grips one of her delicate wrists and guides her down to cup him.)
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Like this?
[She makes sure to catch his gaze, Violet to electric blue as she strokes him.]
Tell me…
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[They’re a little frenetic as they kiss and move, as she works him to full readiness, as he nips at her neck.
Sombra slows her pace, touch gentle enough to frustrate. Moving to kiss along his jaw, she grins wickedly as she teases him.]
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[Her declaration is matched by a slow, steady stroke.]
You like it.
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On the bed.
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Then he orders her to the bed and Sombra smiles, chin raising haughtily.]
Make me.
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