@savedgames // widowmaker: Sets a sniper here giving her a kiss on the cheek.
she has a propensity for becoming wrapped up in her work when the situation allows it - enveloped in the clacking off her fingertips and the information flowing at an alarming rate before her eyes. such as she is now - seated at her desk in castillo with the evening light reflecting through the blinds, and her eyes narrowed at bytes of information across the screen. so encapsulated is she in whatever war she was starting, she does not realize the encroaching chilled frame at her back, until cool lips find her cheek. instead of jumping, sombra finds herself smirking, immediately abandoning her work to cast attention on the beautiful ballerina occupying her space.
her chair turns towards her, and the hacker reaches out, fingertips ghosting briefly along firm arms. upwards, she leans - into the taller woman’s space to seek another kiss, this one upon supple lips. a noise of delight leaves her. amélie always tasted divine, and so she cannot resist, yanking the elder into her lap (despite their height difference) and using the change in position to toy with mile long silken locks. another warm kiss is placed upon a flawless cheek... affection for the woman who deserved it most in this world. she’d gladly give her all to help amélie feel again.
“ what is it, mi araña? craving my attention again? ”
