Christmas Eve Cookies

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Pairing: Mcsombra 
Holiday familial fluff

*Note, Rose, the other character mentioned is my Mcsombra fanchild c:
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“You’re going to get sick eating all those cookies, vaquero.” 

“Hmm?”

Sombra couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her lover, jamming yet another cookie into his mouth. “We could just crumble them up a bit and put the rest away so she won’t know any better,” she explained.

After taking another bite of the confection, McCree swallowed. “Now where’s the fun in that?” he asked her, raising his arm as she crawled over to him from her side of the couch and settled against his body. “Besides, I wouldn’t want these delicious cookies o yers ta go to waste, darlin’.” 

“Just imagine how angry our nena would be,” Sombra grinned. “To know her papi was stealing galletas meant for Santa Claus.” Clicking her tongue in disapproval, she reached her thumb up to his lips to wipe the excess crumbs from his beard.

“Hey, I ain’t steal anythin’. I’m the one wearing bringin’ the gifts.” He adjusted the fluffy Santa hat Sombra placed on his head earlier. “Only difference is I ain’t comin’ down the chimney and ain’t got a big ol’ belly.”

She arched an eyebrow at him, before her gaze trailed down to his abdomen. “Hmm…keep eating those cookies and one of those statements is bound to come true, cariño.” 

If he was supposed to get offended, he didn’t show it. Instead he, wrapped an arm around his woman, pressing her closer as his other hand patted his stomach. “This is all part of yer master plan, ain’t it, darlin’?” he questioned, pressing his fingers against her ribs as she squirmed and smiled in an attempt to deter his ticklish grip. “Get me down right addicted to yer cookies and fatten me up, hm?” 

With a small laugh, Sombra walked her fingers from his navel up to his nose, affectionately booping him. “Bueno, you saw through my plan, vaquero.”

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