McCree and Sombra enjoy talking to each other in Spanish, forgetting the others can’t speak it as well… Or maybe they ARE aware. Purposefully sounding low and seductive in Spanish, letting the others imagine what they actually are saying. McCree nuzzling her, whispering in her ear, almost growling… But is basically saying the new spy movie is out soon, do you want to see it? The others blush or widen their eyes and leave while stuttering. The couple merely laugh.

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He hums, the sound deep and low in his chest as it rumbles its way up his throat. One hand sifts through the soft locks of her hair as the other wraps around her waist to drag her closer to him. Sombra grins and lets him, knowing he’s only putting on a show because someone else has walked in. They love causing people to turn into an awkward, flustered mess. She scoots into Jesse’s lap where he immediately lays his heavy prosthetic across her navel, having her back pressed against his front. 

“Ya casi sale esa película nueva,” mumbles the gunslinger, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. He dips his head and nuzzles his face into the soft skin at the crook of her neck. “Te gustaría ir a verlo?” 

“Ay,” she clicks her tongue and stretches her body against his like a lazy cat lounging in the sun, tipping her head back to look at him. “Esa del espiantes?” From the corner of her vision, she sees the poor outsider squirming in place while standing in front of the coffee machine, no doubt trying to avoid listening to their scandalous conversation. 

Sombra lifts a hand, letting her manicured nails gently scratch under his chin. The look that passes over her face is absolutely diabolical as she pushes herself off to turn and straddle her lover’s lap, flipping her hair and smiling down at him, her arms resting over his shoulders in a gesture that appeared possessive and carnal but was nothing more than normal between them. “Pero se me parace muy aburrido…” she groans, sinfully rolling her ‘rrs’. 

The digital tone from the coffee maker rings through the common room and a relieved breath of ‘thank god’ passes from the outsider’s lips as they serve themselves and walk out of the room as quickly as they can, red staining the tips of their ears down to their neck. 

Once they’re gone, they both laugh. Sombra in particular lets her giggles linger, the sound as mischievous as the grin over her painted lips. “It’s so much fun to see them squirm,” she muses.

Jesse chuckles, the hands resting on her ample hips giving her a small squeeze. “No seas mala, mi palomita.”

She laughs and leans in to place a quick kiss on his nose. “Claro, mi amor…”