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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[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."