There's not a second wasted when she pulls herself up onto her heels, climbing overtop of Sam and shamelessly straddling his hips. Love, affection— they're all mistakes designed to ruin even the best-laid plans. But this? This is stupid. It's fun.
And that, she can handle.
Sombra's left hand braces firmly against the underside of Sam's sturdy jawline as she dips low. Catches warm liquid with her tongue where it's pooled in the hollow of his collarbone, lapping it back without swallowing— salt from his sweat clinging to the burning taste— because for that, she turns towards York, her opposite hand dragging him close enough for a kiss that's laden with shared tequila.]
well I guess this is the point where I should warn for steaminess
[All for one...and one for her.
There's not a second wasted when she pulls herself up onto her heels, climbing overtop of Sam and shamelessly straddling his hips. Love, affection— they're all mistakes designed to ruin even the best-laid plans. But this? This is stupid. It's fun.
And that, she can handle.
Sombra's left hand braces firmly against the underside of Sam's sturdy jawline as she dips low. Catches warm liquid with her tongue where it's pooled in the hollow of his collarbone, lapping it back without swallowing— salt from his sweat clinging to the burning taste— because for that, she turns towards York, her opposite hand dragging him close enough for a kiss that's laden with shared tequila.]