A Ko-fi reward for Dare who requested Dragon!McCree and Feathered Serpent!Sombra. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll! I hope you enjoy this overgrown lizard and snake.
McSombra. 500 word drabble. Dragon!McCree. Feathered Serpent!Sombra. Fluff.
She doesn’t need to taste the air to know that he’s warm. Like a living flame himself. Companionship has long since fled Sombra’s presence, but he is interesting enough.
Her scales still touch upon the earth, alongside the fearsome beast. To have never stumble upon such a creature before fascinates Sombra to no end. His scales are harder, thick for battle. Giant, menacing horns curl upwards with the color of bleached bone upon the top of his skull. His legs are equipped with feet and claws.
The length of his deep, brown scales are shorter than Sombra’s. Wings of red flesh are tucked along his back for now, but the night is falling, and this land is colder than she’s ever known.
“Do you sleep, dragon?” she asks, finding his stare upon her. It must certainly be menacing to mortals, but Sombra only finds it amusing. He still doesn’t trust her feathers or long, slender form.
“Yes,” he eyes her down his long, sharp face. His dagger like teeth are formidable, but he holds no fangs like she.
The mountain they move around is riddled with caves and thick, towering trees. McCree has told of the superstition the mortals feel towards this mountain, and they should not expect anyone to disturb their peace.
This is his place, not hers. When she first came upon him, they both prepared to battle, but their speeches never quite died. Out of curious intent, Sombra settled alongside the great, fiery beast. His eyes still hold heavy upon her, not trusting the smooth, controlled motions of her serpentine body or the brightly colored feathers marking her as royalty.
“I grow cold, McCree,” she finally turns upon him. She lifts her large head, meeting his eyes. The only creature that can keep up with the goddess. The feathers framing the back of her scale tilt as she curiously tastes the air. “Will you let me be warm?”
He nearly bares his large teeth, “I won’t be so foolish as to lay with a sword, Sombra.”
It’s difficult to convey emotion in this form, but she brings the essence of a smile anyways.
“I would have killed you already.” She slithers closer to his tense body. Slowly, she dips her head under his muzzle just enough to rub her scales on the somewhat softer ones of his. In slow reluctance, the dragon’s wings flare slightly at the sensation of her feathers. “No need for theatrics, dragon.”
Lifting her head back, the dragon ponders her smooth, black purple scales. Pondering turns to acceptance.
“Don’t wrap around me, least you want to keep your head.”
The beast lies down there, alongside the base of the mountain. He leans somewhat on his side, opening his belly and lifting one wing. In quiet satisfaction, Sombra curls her form into a loose heap of scales. The smoke of his person rests easily in her senses as she tucks her feathers away from his sensitive scales. Pressing delicately, the deep, blooming warmth of his scales almost causes Sombra to moan softly.
“You are cold,” he remarks.
“You are warm.”
Resting her head upon her coiled body, she eyes the dragon as he lowers his extended wing. It covers her, enough to lull her to a warm rest if she so wished.
Strangely enough, the night gives them peace. She hasn’t found any reason to take a human form in so long, but when the sun touches through the leafy forest, Sombra isn’t coiled around herself.
She lies in the arms of a human, who is carefully keeping her warm with his flesh.
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