Mcsombre first Christmas together, after finding each other? :3

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I don’t know whether you wanted a fic, drawing, or headcanons for this idea…but since I recently haven’t had the energy to do much lately, I hope you don’t mind a small ficlet. Please let me know if you wanted something else.

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Over the course of a year, McCree and Sombra have met coincidentally in that same bar and perhaps other locations. There wasn’t much exchanged besides a few casual pleasantries and flirtatious quips and glances. Nothing that warranted anything serious between the two. Still, meeting after meeting had the two feeling a sort of comfortable sentiment whenever they saw one another – especially if the place they happened to meet was Calaveras. It sort of felt like coming back home.

Come Christmas, the two find themselves in that fateful bar once again. However, Sombra’s having none of it. She grabs McCree by the hand and drags him out of the bar. He holds onto his hat, wary but still following along as he asks where they’re going and what it is she’s doing.

“We’re not strangers. Not completely, at least,” she winks at him. “Don’t you want to spend the holiday doing something else other than getting shitfaced?”

McCree loves his drink and considers nursing a tequila bottle a fine way to spend an otherwise pointless holiday. Still, he finds himself intrigued by the grin on this beauty’s face and that logical part of his brain is hushed by the part of him that longs for companionship of any kind.

He assumes the most natural thing at first – a casual fling. It’s expected, really. After so many encounters and light conversation with sensual undertones and a few bold comments, he figures sharing a bed for the evening is the most logical route.

Color him surprised when she ends up pulling him toward a restaurant instead. It’s no five-star shindig, that’s for sure. It’s some mom-and-pop place; small but full of that rustic charm he prefers over luxurious establishments.

She must see something akin to disappointment on his face when she hums in amusement. “Expecting something else?”

“Ah, no ma’am, I’m just-”

“Hope you’re hungry. Do you like enchiladas?”

His stomach is used to bad diner food so he won’t say no to a decent meal. The meal is fine but the company is even better. They share a bottle of tequila and he’s feeling a warm buzz. He swears that smile she’s flashing him was made for his eyes alone to witness.

When they leave, she buys them both a cup of champurrado as they wander over to one of the old seaside bases from colonial times. They sneak past the guard and sit along one of the edges, staring out at the dark sky stretching over the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs below and glittering of stars overhead creating a rather romantic atmosphere. He sips at his beverage, eyes wandering over this strange woman’s form every few seconds. He tells himself it’s because he’s trying to figure out her motive. But his heart knows it’s because he can’t keep his eyes off such a gorgeous sight.

“Thanks,” he finally says. “Can’t remember the last time I did something other than drink on Christmas.”

“De nada,” she replies. “Maybe next year I’ll even have a present for you.”

He raises a brow. “Next year?”

“Sure. If I get to know you better. Don’t want to get you something you don’t like,” she says. She’s staring out at the ocean but the grin on her lips tells him she’s fully invested in this conversation.

McCree fingers the brim of his hat, lowering it until his eyes are hidden by shadow. “I’d say getting to know you would be more than enough of a gift.”

“That’s nice,” she begins. “But I’d still get you something.”

A breathy laugh leaves his throat. “Alright then.”

“I’ll see you around?” she asks, standing.

“Yeah…I’ll see you around.”

“Adios.”

He blinks and with that, she’s gone. He’s confused only for a moment before he decides he doesn’t want to be. He’s had too nice of an evening to ruin with mysteries. Instead, he tugs his serape further up his neck to avoid the sudden chill of the winter night and looks out at the ocean, sipping leisurely at his beverage. And as he does, he can’t help but note that it’s as sweet as the impression of her on his lone soul.

McCree looks forward to the new year.