(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.)
[As he crosses his arms, Sombra meets his gaze and bats her eyelashes at him - the picture of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing. It means, of course, she’s unprepared for Oda’s attempt to sweep her off of her feet.
She makes a choked off squawk, remembering they’re supposed to be quiet.]
[Safely on the bed, Sombra forgets that she is supposed to be annoyed with Oda for interrupting her fun. Her gaze scans over him hungrily and when their gazes meet again, she flushes a little and turns her head to examine a particularly interesting spot on the wall.]
I was having a little fun. [While the "pout" is back, she sounds rather pleased at his little show of athleticism.] You really need to throw me around?
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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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She makes a choked off squawk, remembering they’re supposed to be quiet.]
Oda!
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[Her tone is more pouty than anything else as she tries to stifle laughing herself.]
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For someone who said you wanted me, you are being difficult. (he is teasing, of course.)
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I was having a little fun. [While the "pout" is back, she sounds rather pleased at his little show of athleticism.] You really need to throw me around?
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Don't.
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