But I know the truth. The moment they kill... [CLOSED]

[araignee_du_soir]

Who| Widowmaker and Sombra
What| Talon being Talon with a side of evil bonding
Where| beach house
When| Right after 'Resistance is Futile'
Warnings/Notes| talk of death and glorification of murder, insane plans, handsiness and possibly more (will edit if necessary)


Amélie had been stoic as usual once she had been extracted from the enemy base separate from the rest of the team. She maintained that through her debriefing, answering only what she was asked, and quietly endured the standard medical check to assess the scrapes, bruises and a sore elbow she sustained during the mission. It was as though nothing of note had happened with her. Yet, underneath the surface, a unique sensation coursed through her. It was a buzzing energy that had been missing for far too long, that left her incredibly restless, mind whirling in many directions as she made her way back to the beach house.

The scent of ozone from the blown generators and the unique tang that clung to recently fired guns lingered in the air as she entered and moved through the main area to her own room. There she deposited Widow's Kiss and her spare ammunition on her bed unceremoniously before stripping of her stained clothing. Amélie could heard Sombra physically around - which was quite relieving - as she disappeared to properly bathe.

Once finished and donning what was essentially the futuristic version of yoga pants and a sports bra, Amélie stared at her own reflection in the mirror. A pleased smile curved her lips as she rolled her neck slowly. Her hands gripped the sink tighter and her nostrils flared, head turning toward where she could hear her hacker teammate. It had been so long; she didn't want to let this sensation go too soon. Much like a drug addict that had been going through withdrawal, the rush of having talked their way into getting a fresh hit was intense and Amélie wanted to make the most of it while she could. To revel and bask in the moment when, for a few seconds, all was right in her world.

And that was what had Amélie pull her hair back messily and walk right into Sombra's room where the hacker was working on something digital. Without any warning, she slid her palm up Sombra's head, pushing the violet locks up to expose the cybernetics at the back of her skull. Amélie leaned forward to catch her nails lightly on the other woman's knuckles while she typed out whatever she was, then tilted her head down. Cool breath was felt across the bare skin between Sombra's augmentations just before nose and lips brushed over it, followed by a brief grazing of teeth.

"I love the feeling of fresh blood upon my hands."

Comments

[vata]

That Sombra shivers is a given: there's a lot that she expects from Amélie LaCroix on any given day— a strict adherence to her assignments, a frigid brand of cruelty that puts Gabriel Reyes' brooding habits to shame— but this? The cool scuff of contact from the brush of her fingers, her lips, her teeth—

Her own fingertips curl against holographic keys, eyelids fluttering shut before she rolls her head forward by degrees, away from her companion's searching grasp.

It's not that she doesn't like it, it's the fact that she distantly worries Amélie might still be somewhat unhappy about Sombra's out-of-body intrusion. Letting her guard down after a little indulgent contact isn't an opening she aims to repeat.

"Went that well, huh?"

[araignee_du_soir]

Just before Sombra moved, she would feel Amélie's lips curling up in the wake of that shiver. There was something to be said about having an affect on another, especially when such contact came as a surprise. A few touches here and there, yes, comfortable with each other, Sombra's insufferable flirting from time to time, but this... this was a step more than any games they'd played before.

Amélie let Sombra's hair trail between her fingers as the woman moved her head, nails grazing scalp a little, instead of hooking them into the strands to keep the hacker where she wanted her. It was all relative anyway, as Amélie purposefully drew the nails of her other hand down Sombra's arm before smoothing her palm back up only to wrap her hand about the hacker's wrist. Just a light hold meant to coax the hand away from the keyboard.

"Exquisitely," she murmured, lips continuing to brush against skin. "Single shot, forehead entrance right through that ridiculous sensor array that may as well scream shoot here. Never expected the shot, never saw it coming, executed through an active ventilation fan."

Amélie's weight leaned against Sombra's back. "It was glorious." She'd needed a kill so much.

[vata]

"I can tell." Mild and wry, the fact that she hasn't been bitten yet for letting Amélie stay flush against her is a good sign, she figures. Her wrist is pulled away from the keys, and in the absence of direct contact, they flicker away— automatically deactivating. Part of the benefit of her cybernetic adjustments means she's always capable of storing her work in the blink of an eye.

It is, after all, all in her head.

"Who would have guessed the Legion's finally learning heroism has its limits."

Tipping her head back just slightly (testing the waters inch by tentative inch), Sombra melts into her companion's contours. Maybe Amélie's being entirely honest about the satisfaction running through her veins. Maybe she's riding the high— and feeling infinitely more human in the process.

How curious.

[araignee_du_soir]

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."

And then an intake of breath. "You're so warm."

[vata]

"I keep everything, hermosa— " Her response cut short by a sharp inhale, metal spine arching back as Amélie's teeth clip the edge of her ear. There's an intensity to it, lurking just beneath the surface. Those teeth don't sink in deep, those fingers at her wrist don't bear down with a biting sense of urgency; Amélie is a practiced hand, but to Sombra, this feels more sincere...

Not programmed, natural.

"Someone's feeling affectionate." She swallows down the feverish rush of blood in her veins, playing it off as she forces her shoulders to round out— sinking back against her companion with feigned indifference, as if it's the world's most casual conversation.

"You sure you're not here to kill me, too?"

[araignee_du_soir]

There.

The reaction her touch pulled from Sombra fueled the high already coursing through her system. It had been so long since she felt like this, and it was even better with someone to share it with. To prolong it. And perhaps confuse Sombra. Amélie couldn't recall if the hacker had been around her so close to a kill... and away from Talon eyes.

"If I were going to kill you," she murmured against Sombra's neck, "you would never even set eyes upon me before the shot tore through your skull, your head exploding in a brilliant display of blood, bone and circuitry." Her hand finally slipped under cloth, cool palm smoothing over Sombra's belly until laying flat with nails just slightly pressed in. "A glorious quick death with minimal pain."

The words were spoken so easily that it was clear Amélie had thought about killing Sombra before. The reality was that she couldn't help it; she analyzed how to hunt and kill everyone she met like a subprocess of her consciousness. Everyone was subject to it, including Command. But there was no malice in her words, and the hacker having browsed Amélie's neural net shouldn't be too surprised. It was still disconcerting.

"Non, loulouette, I am in a good mood and pleased you are back in your body," she added as she buried her face in Sombra's neck. So warm...

[vata]

"Great." Sombra snorts, eyes rolling in spite of the comfort of closeness— the slow scuff of nails across bare skin. It's not entirely bitter: she knows Amélie's a killing machine the same way she knows Gabriel isn't— not really, not at his core. All the little varying degrees of maliciousness the three of them share.

Her cybernetic spine relaxes, shoulders rounding out, head tipping back to rest in the crook of Amélie's shoulder. She misses him.

She wishes he'd come back already.

"I'm starting to think you missed my body more than I did."

[araignee_du_soir]

"It is a very nice body."

Amélie's words were muffled against Sombra's neck, the hand on her stomach sliding upwards a bit before she withdrew it. She was a bit reluctant to do so, but it was necessary for her to shift around Sombra, planting her backside on the desk before her partner. A bare foot was set on the chair's arm rest, and she used it as a brace, leaning forward to take the hacker's face in both hands. Gently. Softly. Carefully. Thumbs smoothing over eyebrows.

"I like you here. In reach."

[vata]

"You're screwing with me."

She isn't. Sombra knows that already, even as Amélie's thumb slides along the trimmed arch of her brow. Violet eyes sliding upwards, carefully taking in the sight of her companion's backlit silhouette against a faint violet glow. A stockpile of collected electronics, all repurposed and repaired - even after the disaster.

[araignee_du_soir]

There was a long pause before an almost lazy smirk grew on Amélie's face, her tongue running along the bottom of a canine. "Not yet," she replied, eyes pining Sombra with their unwavering intensity.

A low chuckle rose from her throat, barely heard, as Amélie slid forward to settle down upon Sombra's lap, straddling the woman as she sat in her chair. One hand slid down to rest on the hacker's neck while the other stayed where it was. Amélie leaned in close, very close, and murmured, "You do know that your heart rate speeding while you are near me is normal, oui?"

Using Sombra's own words against her...

[vata]

There's a dense hiss for that smug commentary, Sombra's lip twisting at the corner. With her work gone, those claws are set to Amélie's side instead, curling in against fabric.

"Cute."

Because like this? Amélie clearly thinks she is. Cute, and clever, and every bit as alluring as the rumors about her would imply— but those that whisper their grim stories about the assassin they'd seen don't know the truth about who she used to be. Who she is now.

That, at least, is a luxury Sombra intends to keep for herself.

"You should kill people more often."

[araignee_du_soir]

"I could not agree more." Amélie's eyes half-closed at the warmth of Sombra's hands upon her, the tips of claws against her. Finally, she thought, pleased that the hacker wasn't simply sitting there any more.

"I have missed this... the buzzing in my veins, satisfaction so deep and thorough that nothing comes close to comp--" She didn't let that sentence finish, cutting herself off. Leaning in, her nose brushed lightly against Sombra's, and she hummed a low, throaty almost purring sound.

"Now, are you going to give me what I want, or am I going to have to take it?"