“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

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She stares at him, half surprised at his audacity and half delighted to know she wasn’t the only one apparently wanting to move their relationship forward. 

They may not be the only ones sitting in that bar but she feels like this is their moment. He leans in close, a lazy smirk on his bearded face and eyes shaded by the brim of his hat. He looks so sure of himself, Sombra thinks to herself, like for once, he’s got a leg up on her. 

Still, she’s aware that one of his favorite things about her is her playful personality. What good would it do to sit there to blush and giggle at his words? That reaction would please and get him what he wanted…but it wouldn’t be what he needed from her.

So she gives McCree what he needs. Quickly, her fingers wrap around a tuft of his serape, gripping and dragging him further down to her level while her eyes search his. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be the one who needs saving, vaquero.” 

The widening of his eyes and the nervous grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth is all she needs to know he’s very pleased with her response.