The pads of her fingers massage the inside of Sombra's wrist now that the keyboard had disappeared. Amélie assumed the work had been saved as she wouldn't have known how to do so. Of course, she didn't care one way or another; Sombra was always working on something.
A throaty chuckle rose up from her, full of a surprising amount of true satisfaction. "It is a shame Tracer isn't here to see that I was right. My services were indeed needed. Those uptight heroes, thinking they can solve everything through nonlethal means. Had I not pushed for the order, it never would have been given."
With Sombra moving back toward her, Amélie turned her head just enough that she could bring her teeth down on earlobe in a light playful nip. "Supposedly superior morals that blind them to knowing exactly when someone needs to die, that some people are too far gone to be reformed and death is a sweet, sweet release." She slid her hand back down the base of Sombra's skull, over the cybernetics and then down her side until Amélie wrapped her arm about the woman's waist, fingers seeking the bare skin of her stomach one way or another. She needed to feel the muscles there tense up under her touch or her partner's breath hitch.
"That a weapon's blade will dull without proper care and use. You still have it, yes? That file I asked you to backup. Protection in case they try to place the blame on me, but more importantly, so the realization that Quantum needed to issue a kill order can be savored like a twenty year old bourbon."
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A throaty chuckle rose up from her, full of a surprising amount of true satisfaction. "It is a shame Tracer isn't here to see that I was right. My services were indeed needed. Those uptight heroes, thinking they can solve everything through nonlethal means. Had I not pushed for the order, it never would have been given."
With Sombra moving back toward her, Amélie turned her head just enough that she could bring her teeth down on earlobe in a light playful nip. "Supposedly superior morals that blind them to knowing exactly when someone needs to die, that some people are too far gone to be reformed and death is a sweet, sweet release." She slid her hand back down the base of Sombra's skull, over the cybernetics and then down her side until Amélie wrapped her arm about the woman's waist, fingers seeking the bare skin of her stomach one way or another. She needed to feel the muscles there tense up under her touch or her partner's breath hitch.
"That a weapon's blade will dull without proper care and use. You still have it, yes? That file I asked you to backup. Protection in case they try to place the blame on me, but more importantly, so the realization that Quantum needed to issue a kill order can be savored like a twenty year old bourbon."
And then an intake of breath. "You're so warm."