Bad Attraction ( TalonAU! McSombra - PSL w/ FistfulofBullets)

[la_sombra]

She'd hacked for three days straight to catch him - Port Authorities, camera feeds, vehicle black boxes, you name it. Jesse McCree was a man who didn't want to be found by anyone and after having been trained by Blackwatch operatives, she understood why Talon put her on this job.  Kind of a shame really - she'd always admired how hard he tried to live his life on his own terms. However it was her neck on the chopping block, so in the end, she made sure of his capture. Talon broke him down after a few weeks of interrogations and a few days of violating the Geneva convention, and then they built him again. She'd been the one who moved his file from elimination to conditioning to keep him alive; a half-life rather than nothing at all.

Sorry, Vaquero.

 Despite her curiosity, she hadn't had the stomach to keep an eye on him in the beginning of his recovery. Dodging Reaper was a problem, she hadn't expected him to flip quite so badly when he found out that 'Agent Deadeye' existed, Sombra suspected that if he learned too quickly that she'd had a hand in McCree's conversion she'd catch a shotgun blast for the trouble. Time healed everything it seemed and by the time Deadeye had been cleared for fieldwork, things were almost...normal.

Which is why Sombra is owlishly watching "Deadeye" clean his revolver. 

"Que onda?" she offers, leaning against the nearby wall.

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[fistfulofbullets]

Where they had snipped away Amelie's emotions, they had only strengthened Jesse's. Anger, rage, he was a volatile cocktail of emotions, twisted and turned against the men and women he had once called his compatriots. Even Reaper had not been spared, venom spitting from his lips as his mind was reprogrammed.

He was a powderkeg, and they all knew it. But he was a powderkeg on their side, a tool for them to use, and the best damn shot since Ana Amari.

Which is why he has a handler, even if she doesn't realize it. Someone who can mess with his implants with nothing but a swipe of her finger, changing his hormones, his mood, making him more agreeable or more volatile as the situation demanded.

For now, he's a blank slate, more like the old Jesse than he ever was in the field.
"Waiting on orders." He replies when she inquires what's up. "Not much else to do."

[la_sombra]

Sombra had noticed Jesse's tendency to orbit her, but kept it to herself. It was probably old flirtatious habits expressed through the conditioning, it was probably fine. Though to consider any other possibilities made her nervous, so she focuses on him instead.

While he'd kept his hair and the goatee, his scruffiness is gone for the most part, making him look more like a proper gunslinger. It's not a bad look and she'd lying if there wasn't something about the way he came alive in the field that made her wonder quite a few things she shouldn't.

She tuts as she eases closer, recalling an instruction about keeping him obedient in the field. He apparently responded to suggestion fantastically, so a little experiment was in order.

"You should be nicer to me, Jesse.." The hack is a mere flicker of light, a gentle nudge towards a sweeter disposition. " I'm just trying to be your friend."

[fistfulofbullets]

Nicer. He should be nicer to her. The words are more suggestion than order, but he tilts his head up to look at her at least, some of the anger seeping away from him like rivulets from a spring melt. His shoulders visibly relax, and he spins the barrel of his gun, almost nonchalant in his gestures.

"Didn't think I was allowed to have friends." He grumbles softly, looking up at her. He was kept isolated most of the time, away from regular soldiers. Amel- Widowmaker had spoken to him briefly, trained with him. With his two bionic eyes and years of practice under Amari, he was a better shot even than her, though he preferred to fight up close.

[la_sombra]

There's something in that sentence that sits poorly with Sombra and she makes a mental note to double up on efforts to copy Talon's records on conditioning. Her eyes flick to the spin of the barrel, before she meets his eye.

"Don't worry." She winks at him and grins. "I can keep a secret."

She doesn't mind talking to him, Reaper and Widow are a little too larger than life to be around in huge spurts. It's especially funny that for all of her 'emotionless' behavior, Widow seems to manage being salty about Jesse's shooting prowess just fine. They're supposed to be a team but each of them seem to spend more time alone than with each other.

"So what else do you like to do besides play with your gun?"

[fistfulofbullets]

The wink brings a shadow of a flush across his cheeks, and he isn't sure why. He's seen her do it before, to targets and Reyes, to Widowmaker and some of the others he's not allowed to be near. But now, he finds himself looking away, almost as if he were... embarrassed. All the woman had asked was that he be nicer to her, and that was certainly easy enough to do.

Out of the lot, she wasn't Overwatch. She wasn't Blackwatch. She was Talon and Talon alone, and he appreciated that. Not a bunch of backstabbers and cowards who fled, who changed sides, who didn't see things through. No. Only a woman who had chosen a side long ago and stuck with it.

"Do?" He repeats, as if in a haze, carefully placing his revolver in his case.
"Not really allowed to do much." Sleep, wake, train, eat, sleep. That was the pattern of his life without missions.

He remembered, vaguely, a time where he was alone. Where the entire world sprawled out before him and he could see everything. The stars at night, the sunset across the sparkling water of the ocean. The dry desert sands and the small little towns that kept their 21st century charm. A pretty girl- or a handsome boy- to warm his bed at night. But that was another person. Another lifetime.

Jesse McCree was dead, and his hobbies along with it.

[la_sombra]

The flush in his cheeks draws her eye and when he turns his glance from her, she can't help but ease towards him. Sombra smiles and jokes, but she's every bit the predator her teammates are. She's trained herself to find weakness and exploit it, to scent blood and bite - she might not be the strongest in Talon but she of a very small few that impressed them.

She impressed them because she has her head straight and her goals close to her chest. Her side is the only one she cares about. If that means that she has to work with or for someone, then it's fine with her.

He echoes her and she can't help the sly smile she gives him, or the way she leans in a little closer. It's funny - she was never a fan of the augments - the unnatural cast of red and yellow Talon used in the eyes of their agents. On Jesse they look like embers - pinpricks of the flame they tried to snuff out and replace and

"You know, I didn't ask what you were allowed -" If asked, she is totally not purring at him and she has to lick her lips to keep from doing much else. "I asked what you wanted."

[fistfulofbullets]

What he wants? What he wants is a question he hasn't asked in some time. What he wants is irrelevant. There is only the mission. Only the kill. That's what he was now, wasn't it? A trained attack dog. The claws on his hand are enough to say as such, and all he wants is to sink them into the throats of other agents, Blackwatch and Overwatch and Talon alike.

But when he looks at her, he remembers wanting other things. He remembers wanting a girl with soft breasts and hair like finely spun gold. He remembers wanting a young man with a grin that flashed like lightning and strong hands that pinned him down. He remembers wanting...

He springs up, clawed hand moving to her throat, intending to dig the sharp nails into her skin as he tries to push her back against a wall and away from him. He can't have thoughts like this clouding his judgement.

[la_sombra]

In hacking and in the flesh, Sombra has always been fast and as he rises she's already flattened against the wall. It takes a concerned effort to keep her hands low, to raise her chin enough to show that she isn't interested in a fight.

"Easy, Jesse..."

She wouldn't dare to warn him, not at such a precarious disadvantage. No, she needs to keep enough of his attention hacking remains viable. Her eyes flick to what little of his hand she can see, before meeting his gaze and arching an eyebrow. She's breathing shallowly, warily trying to keep an eye on him before licking her lips again. He's taller and faster than she remembers him being and well?

Damn.

"If this is what you want.." she swallows again, takes another labored breath. "It's not going to end well. Pick something else."

[fistfulofbullets]

Easy, she says, and his temper calms. Nice, she had said, and he tries to be. The claws are only pinpricks, barely a threat against the high collar of her shirt. The look in his eyes is cold, but confused, as if he doesn't know what he wants.

He remembers a girl with soft breasts and blonde hair. He remembers a boy with a wicked smile and strong hands. He remembers what he wants, something that he's been denied for too long.

Something he shouldn't take, not without her consent.

So he leans in. Slow. Easy. She had said easy and nice and he wants to be both. He presses a kiss to her mouth, sweet at first, then fierce as all the memories of want come back to him at once, all the feelings that were supposed o be snipped out to make him a better soldier. His hand lets go of her throat to pull at her hips, pushing her up against the wall as he kisses her hard enough to knock the very breath out of her.

[la_sombra]

When the pain doesn't come, Sombra's eye moved to his. If she weren't so immediately worried about his response, Sombra would be embarrassed at how willing she is for him. Her eyes go to his lips as he leans in, her own lips parting slightly as he moves in.

His sweetness makes her sigh and when he grabs her hips, she drops her restraint. One hand goes to pull him in by the collar, the other tangles into his hair roughly, knocking his hat akew. They kiss and she's burning for him, she yields to him until he takes every bit of air she has and when they break the kiss, she gasps against his mouth.

"That wasn't so bad, right?"

[fistfulofbullets]

He doesn't answer her, rage and confusion, anger and lust all boiling inside of him as he grabs roughly at her legs and pushes her back against the wall. With all his strength, he hoists them up so they're around his hips, making her trapped against him, letting her feel the growing urgency between his legs.

"Shut up." He growls low, biting at her neck almost hard enough to draw blood.
"Ain't supposed to do this." But he does it anyway, rolling his hips forwards and biting at her lower lip. Fuck her. Fuck her for being so damn confusing.

[la_sombra]

The silence draws her concern for a moment, a gentle knitting of brows. His wants should terrify her, the threat of violence simmering under his skin should repulse her, but fear has only ever brought out greatness in her. She wraps her legs around him obediently and sighs at how good it feels to feel him getting hard against her.

"Make me." She breathes, hissing a little at the bite to her throat. He could kill her and they both know it, yet somehow all that knowledge does is make her shiver. She rocks her hips with his, even as he states what they're supposed to be doing and all she can do is moan when he bites her.

"Not here, we aren't." It's not exactly criticism of his point as she leans forward enough to whisper in his ear.

"We should probably go to a room that locks, Guapo."

[fistfulofbullets]

He shouldn't be doing this. It pounds into his head like a war drum. She's too close, she's could be a liability in the field. He's supposed to be isolated, alone, kept away from them all.

And so that's why he lets her go, stepping back off balance, wiping blood from his lips as he tries to get himself oriented. He ignores the need between his legs, frowning at the woman.
"I'm not supposed to be interactin with you. Now leave."

[la_sombra]

The disappointed noise she makes in the back of her throats only highlights her dislike of his movement. Knowing better than to try and grab him, Sombra just watches him with dark eyes that flick over his form. She sucks on her bottom lip as he backs off, mulling over why he would suddenly change his mind. His recitation of his script makes her scoff quietly and shake her head.

"You're not supposed to have weapon access outside of mission prep either," she gestures at the revolver, brows knitting in annoyance. "You're welcome, by the way."