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We’re on the same side! You should be happy to see me!” Sombra laughed, patting Widowmaker on the shoulder before sitting down on the edge of her bed, running her bare augmented hand across its fabric as she casually crossed her legs. “What are you doing here Sombra,” Widowmaker repeated, taking a half step towards the girl who leaned back on her hands, smiling up with frustrating warmth at her sniping ally. “Why so cold and aggressive, ‘Amélie’?” Sombra asked and smirked with satisfaction as she watched Widowmaker's back stiffen and her gaze grow even colder, if that were possible, “What, don’t like being called Amélie? That is your name, isn’t it?” “I’m losing my patience,” Widowmaker responded, not bothering to hide the displeasure in her voice at the use of the name. “Oh, I’m sorry…” Sombra glanced down, lifting one hand and checking her nails this way and that, “I just thought, you know, since you didn’t mind Tracer calling you that before, you wouldn’t mind me calling you it now?” Sombra glanced up at Widowmaker with a smirk, “Oooh, you didn’t think about that at the time, did you? Probably a slip of the tongue on her part, but you know, it left me thinking? Who refers to their enemy by such an... Intimate name…?” “What do you know,” Widowmaker asked frostily. Sombra smiled, “At least you aren’t insulting my intelligence by coming up with excuses, I like that about you, ‘Amélie’,” she grinned, adding emphasis to her name, “I know you didn’t shoot to kill with little Tracer today, and I know that she knows you well enough apparently to call you by your real name. 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Oooh you know me Amélie, i’m such a chismosa, little gossip, I want to tell everyone who will listen,” she fanned out a hand, a bunch of displays popping up in the air, pictures edged with purple, not only of her own allies such as Doomfist and Reaper, but of Tracer's friends and Overwatch operatives, “and there’s a lot of people waiting to listen to me, you know?” “How much does your silence cost.” Sombra pouted some and stood, stepping towards Widowmaker, “You aren’t as fun as I hoped you’d be, I was hoping for some begging, some pleading, but I guess that isn’t really you, Fetish Porn is it?” She looked up into Widowmaker's amber gaze, letting the taller woman explore her own, purple eyes. Sombra lifted up a hand and rested it on Widowmaker's face, feeling the woman's unnatural coolness under her palm, “I haven’t quite decided what my price will be…” She spoke softly, caressing her warm hand over Widowmaker's cool skin, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she slowly ran a fingertip over the stoic Widowmaker's lips. The two maintained eye contact as Sombra pressed her finger between Widowmaker's lips, her teeth unclenching as the girl pressed her slender finger deeper into her mouth, resting it on her tongue. “But I’ll let you know when I reach a decision…” office sex Sombra smirked, holding her blowjob finger for a moment longer between the woman's lips, silently showing her new assumed dominance before, with a chuckle, she vanished, recalling back to wherever she had left her Translocator. 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