Shamchat - Jesse McCree x Sombra

This is a conversation between Sombra and yourself, Jesse McCree.
Sombra: “Hey, Cowboy~.”
Jesse McCree: "Hey there yourself."
Sombra: She wraps her arms around him. “You gonna do it...?”
Jesse McCree: "'It', huh?" He swung an arm around her companionably enough, knowing full well that she was likely trying to pull one over on him. "Now, just which 'it' would that be..."
Sombra: ”Rejoin Overwatch.” She was just holding him, her hands unmoving and flat against his back. Her voice was gentle and soft. Just for him.
Jesse McCree: "The thought may have crossed my mind a time or two... Just not sure I'm what they're looking for. If I ever was." He answered, after a long moment of consideration. "Not a lot of people want a washed-up cowboy these days."
Sombra: She smiles, pulling away to look up at him. “No one can compete with your aim, Jesse. Why wouldn’t you be what they want?”
Jesse McCree: "Oh, there's a lot of reasons. Lot of things went wrong in Blackwatch, but I expect you know all about that... And I'm quite sure you didn't just come here to ask questions about Overwatch. Pretty sure you know more about this second coming than I do. How 'bout you cut to the chase?"
Sombra: She looks to the side. “I do... and you’re right but I’m feeling something out.... and besides. I really don’t think you want me to tell you.”
Jesse McCree: There was a soft chuckle. There was always some other game being played, wasn't there? He looked down at her, dark eyes shadoqed by the brim of his hat. "What? One of the people you work with wants me dead? Wouldn't exactly be surprising if that was the case." He doubted they'd have sent the hacker for that job, though, probably the sniper. "You're overcome by my southern charm and wit, then..?" There was a hint of a smirk on his lips, as he noted she was still rather close.
Sombra: She rolls her eyes and points to the bed behind him. “Sit down, Mccree.” It was a soft command, as if a little plea to him. She then stepped away slightly, crossing her arms. “Do you remember our New Years together?”
Jesse McCree: He stepped away and sat easily enough. The hacker was far too chatty to mean him harm - at the moment, anyways. He was a quicker draw, though, he'd stake his life on it. "Bit hard to forget, that... Not every day you wind up spending it with the enemy."
Sombra: She nods, blushing as she keeps her eyes off of him. “Yeah but like.../how/ we spent it. We were kinda tipsy and I just want to know if you remember what we did...”
Jesse McCree: He gave her a soft hum in response, the tone amused as he reached up to tip his hat back. He leaned forward a little, elbows resting on his thighs as he watched her. "Oh, I remember plenty..." He drawled, flashing her a bit of a wink. "One of the better ways to bring in the new year, no one died. Do you...remember?"
Sombra: She nods. “Yeah...I remember.” She ruffles her hair gently. “So... I really don’t know how to say this... but I was sick for a while so I went to a doctor and they told me that I’m pregnant...”
Jesse McCree: There was a hard swallow, before he coughed into the crook of his arm, the action causing his hat to slip, face cast in a bit of shadow once more. Of all the things he'd been expecting...well, that hadn't been anywhere /near/ the list. He remained sitting, a little frozen, more than a little speechless.
Sombra: She rubs her arm gently. This wasn’t going well. This really wasn’t going well. She backs away from him slowly. “Ha, ha.... I...just thought you should know... I haven’t told anyone else about it. Talon doesn’t know... but I think Gabe suspects something... cause I started crying when he yelled at me...”
Jesse McCree: As she stepped away, he reached out, almost delicate as his hands circled around her wrists. If she wanted to get away, well, he wasn't hanging on very tight. But he looked up at her, his eyes a bit searching as he atudied her face. "And just what are you...planning to do, then?"
Jesse McCree: studied*
Sombra: She doesn’t pull away, but she doesn’t look over to him either. She scoffs some laughter. “I...I don’t know... it’s so stupid.... but I don’t know...”
Jesse McCree: He could dimly recognize that he was in a bit of shock - the news hadn't just been big, it had been explosive. He rose slowly to his feet, hands still circling her wrists as he gently tugged her closer, a hand slipping under her chin to force her meet his eyes. "Then..." He swallowed, the motion a bit rough. "What do you /want/ to do?"
Sombra: She wipes some tears away. “I....wanna keep them....I want to be a mom....”. She pulled her chin away to go back to hiding her face. “But that doesn’t matter.... what’s important is that they have a good life...”
Jesse McCree: "Darlin'..." He sighed, pulling her close as his arms went around her. His chin rested lightly on the top of her head. If she was...well, the stress probably wasn't good for her. New Year's has been months ago. He wouldn't have guessed that she was pregnant. "I don't...want to be pushing you." He muttered, trying to choose his words carefully. A lot of things had happened to lead up to New Year's. He'd just never quite been able to figure out her game. He had known how he had felt, and that had been about it.
Sombra: She holds him tightly. She was letting him see her everything. He had her trust to see her like this. She could have had the child and not told him or even aborted the embryo without telling him and continued her games with him. She scarily enough trusted him.
Jesse McCree: "I meant what I said, you know... On New Year's." His voice was soft, one hand spread against her back, just under the largest piece of her cybernetics. The other cradled the back of her head, thumb stroking her hair.
Sombra: She smiles a bit as he holds her so intimately. “What precisely? You said many things on New Year’s.” She tensed as he touched the part below her cybernetics but relaxed slowly in his arms as he runs his thumb along her hair.
Jesse McCree: "I suppose I did..." He agreed, waiting as she relaxed against him. "Most of them, to be honest. Beautiful...mysterious...definitely smarter than me...and that I felt lucky that night, to learn a few of your secrets for once, instead of bein' alone in the dark. The feel of you, the smell of you...the taste of you..."
Sombra: She runs her hands up his chest. “Now, I don’t think smarter than you. I think that you are very smart yourself. You’re a difficult man to find and that’s coming from someone who can find anyone.” She leans up and kisses him softly but it only lasted a moment. “I missed you...”
Jesse McCree: "Humble wasn't exactly one of the words I was thinking about you..." He chuckled, head tilted down to hers, letting her take the initiative. He wasn't quite satisfied with that. "Guess I'm one step ahead of you...haven't been able to get you out of my head for months." He kissed her this time, a slow leisurely thing as he pulled her flush against him, palm moving to brush against her cheek.
Sombra: She snickers and returns the kiss, wrapping her arms around him completely. She then starts rubbing his groin with her thigh as he pulls her flush against him.
Jesse McCree: He was hardly going to complain about that, the hand on her back dropping to her hip, giving it a little squeeze. He had never exactly been weak to a pretty face, but she had never just been that. He took a couple steps back, pulling her along with him, until he could feel the edge of the bed at the back of his knees, and he sat, tugging her onto his lap.
Sombra: She didn't start playing with him for her usual reasons. No. She wanted to know him. She’d met him once during a mission when he was in Blackwatch. Despite being waitstaff he didn’t put up with her shit and spilled her drink all over her, causing him to be fired but she respected him for it. She straddles him immediately when he pulls her closer. She pulls away panting and baring her neck to him.
Jesse McCree: The skin of her neck was smooth against his lips as his teeth grazed along her jugular, tugging her collar out of the way to nip at her collarbone. He could feel himself growing hard against her as she shifted in his lap, but he didn't have it in him to be embarassed.
Sombra: She moans softly as his teeth just barely graze her jugular and she helps him with her jacket, practically tearing it off of her body. She felt him getting hard and grinds into him on purpose this time.
Jesse McCree: He swore quietly, though his lips quirked up into a smile against her as he wasted no time in running his hands over the newly-exposed flesh. He lowered his head to press a quick kiss between her breasts as he palmed one. He had forgotten how soft she had felt against him, all lush curves. His other hand - the one of flesh - travelled to her back, unhooking her bra to see more of her.
Sombra: She smiles as he feels her body, having forgotten how good he was at driving her wild. She pressed her chest to his to keep her bra on to tease him. “What’re you doin, Cowboy~?”
Jesse McCree: He grinned back up at her, hands dropping as she pressed herself against him. They slid down to her ass, shifting her a little to adjust the press of him between her thighs. "What comes naturally when there's a gorgeous woman in my lap. Don't be shy on me now, darlin'...little late for that now, don't you think?"
Sombra: She laughs. “Not being shy at all. Just making you work a little to see the girls again~. You didn’t have to do much last time. Though to be fair I was very horny last time~.”
Jesse McCree: He chuckled. "And you aren't now..?" He asked, still a bit of a grin on his face. She was definitely interested, from the way she had been grinding in his lap. "Maybe you should tell me what you'd like me to do to you, then..."
Sombra: She nuzzles him. “I am. But not hopelessly horny like last time.” She kisses him softly, biting her lip. “I don’t wanna scare you off~. Besides you did a fantastic job fucking me last time~.”
Jesse McCree: He was a bit disappointed to hear that, in all honesty. He'd rather liked seeing her without her usual self-control. His thumbs ran along the waist of her tights, dipping down a little further. "Gotta admit...'fantastic' just ain't good enough." He murmured, his lips against her neck again. He wanted to feel her come apart in his hands.
Sombra: She scoffs. “It’s not? What do you want then? What’s your goal?” She stopped his hands, smirking at him. She wanted to see how far she could push him before he got frustrated.
Jesse McCree: He looked at her with smirk, entirely unhurried. "Screamin' my name like it's the only word you can remember might be a nice start. Maybe seeing if I can get you to forget how to speak Spanish. But that's something you'll have to want, you know..."
Sombra: She nods, kissing his cheek. “I want this too, don’t you worry~.” She nuzzles him. “I just want you to bend me over and spank me until I’m begging for your cock like a cheap whore.”
Jesse McCree: He groaned against her neck, his hands settling against her legs, thumbs running over her inner thighs, his hips rocking up against her. "Darlin', if you're trying to make me crazy...it's working." He muttered, suddenly shifting his grip to tip her onto the bed, leaning over her. "I think I like thay idea very much."
Sombra: She giggles as he groans and rubs her skin that was oh so close to her sensitive parts. She bites her lip as he rocks up into her. “Good~.” She kisses his neck as he lays her on the bed. “Oh do you~? And what are you going to do to me now that I’ve given you such an idea~?”
Jesse McCree: Yeah, she never stopped talking, he remembered that now. He shifted, lowering his head to kiss between her breasts again, slowly moving down - the bottom of her ribs, the dip of her waist, her navel. He began working her pants down, his tongue running against small strips of skin. "The thought of using my mouth on you until you can barely move might have occurred to me."
Sombra: She watches him. God she forgot how attentive he was to her. She didn’t want sex with anyone else. No one else would satisfy her like he did. She shifts as he starts to lick places near her parts but not yet. She whines softly. “Shit~. O-of course~. You’re so sweet especially to women~.”
Jesse McCree: He took her restless shifting as permission to pull her tights off, looking down at her - flushed cheeks, unhooked bra, nothing but panties... He was pretty sure it was one of the finer moments of his life. He wasn't so sure about other women factoring in to things at all anymore. He pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh, a thumb just lightly pressing against her still-clothed core.