Sombra groaned in discomfort as she peered over the small table that she called her workshop, legs criss-cross over a pile of green pillows as she toyed with one of her work-in-progress gadgets that she had been working on for the past few hours, fluorescent purple nails chipping away at wires and metal. Today had been particularly hot, unseen cicadas chirping along to the blistering heat and rays beaming down upon Castillo like a glaze of pale honey. The hacker mumbled under her breath as she let her fingers glide over her cybernetics implanted along her back, wincing in response to the searing feeling her fingertips were greeted with.
Sombra quickly pulled her hand away and glanced at widowmaker laying down on her back with a book in one hand on the couch a few feet away from her, nails clicking against the hard black leather of the cover, a nonchalant expression on her pale blue face, clearly not paying attention to her partner's tech-based shenanigans and lost in her own ink and paper-based world, Sombra smirked.
The hacker skipped over to the couch, climbing on top of her partner, back facing her lover, in a few quick, not-so-graceful moments, Sombra had managed to set her cybernetics against Amelie's stomach, which was of course covered by a shirt so no burning would occur, and awkwardly inched her way up so that her head rested on Amelie's chest. The sniper set her book down on the smaller woman's abdomen, glancing down at her partner and raising an eyebrow in question to her girlfriend's actions.
"Hey~" "may I ask what in the world you're doing?" "cooling myself off!", Amelie chuckled and pulled her girlfriend closer, the hacker arched her back and wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck, kissing her. Sombra's frame strained in order to keep herself from falling back down onto Amelie's body, humming as widowmaker's, cold, smooth lips caressed her own, and from her lover's throat, came a deep noise reminiscent of a cat purring, it was adorable.
When the sniper broke the kiss, the hacker's eyelids fluttered open to be greeted with the sight of faint yet visible traces of her own lipstick glistening over The darker sections of Amelie's skin, once stern yellow lights in glowing in the dark nights of so many years ago now affectionate golden suns looking back into her own violet ones, and navy blue strands draped over said golden suns.
Sombra lifted a hand up and removed the hair out of Amelie's sight, lovingly gazing at her dearest spider with a cheery grin on her face, bright purple, half-lidded eyes gleaming with adoration.
"You're such a dork"
"But I'm your dork"
"And you always will be?"
"Of course araña, of course"