Sep 8, 2017
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“Or we can just do this.” Sombra lifted up, encouraging Widow into the middle of the couch before flopping down atop her comfortably and nuzzling her face against Widow’s neck.
“There we go. Now you’re not gonna fall off, araña.”
Right. Very well, then.
A tentative hand rose to glide through Sombra's hair. Widow was unsure about displaying affection toward her colleague. One could never know what she was planning, not to mention, she didn't like being overly affectionate. It was weakness.
At the very least, they were alone...