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McSombra. Drabble. AU. Dragon!McCree. Fluff.
The rain pours endlessly and persuades McCree to stay within the walls of his warm cave. The humans is gone too. In the morning, she left without a goodbye. It’s not an unusual occurrence, but it always leaves McCree wondering if she’ll return. He takes comfort in that she hasn’t given up on trying to sneak past him and to his golden horde. She is as stubborn and slick as he is fiery and grumpy.
He settles down against the heated, smooth rock of the cave floor. The lava flowing just underneath the ground keeps his leathery wings warm and light. The next moment, the pesky human swaggers in, dripping wet.
McCree lifts his giant maw at the sight of her soaked hair and heavy clothes sticking to her skin with moisture. Dark, shiny strands of hair stick to her cheeks.
“You almost seem surprised to see me again, McCree,” she comments. He only snorts out unamused flames from his nostrils.
“I’m only surprised you weren’t swept away by this downpour,” he grumbles. His sharp teeth come apart to speak once more, but he stalls at her taking off her heavy coat. Shivers give her condition away as she strips off other wet layers, but remains in dark, tight under clothes.
“I’ve been in worst conditions,” Sombra says foolishly, as if she isn’t mortal. “With this warm cave of yours, I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else.”
The tease in her tones does not miss McCree, but he still fumes over how careless she’s being. Tucking one wing up, he tilts his head until one horn upon his head almost touches the wall he leans against.
“You stumble into my home with your mess and then act as if I’m going to let you die in your sleep from the cold.” Smoke leaks from the corners of his long jaw. “Come here.”
The human’s brow arches. He’s come to enjoy that little quirk of hers. The subtle movements of emotion on her face have always been careful and kept hidden. Rarely, he gets to enjoy pure reactions, and this is one of those. A grin almost tugs the corner of her lips as she saunters closer. Water droplets dot her skin like heavenly kisses. The ends of her hair drip liquid as she steps into the space between his neck and front leg.
“Is the dragon offering to warm such a lowly human?”
Of course she must dragged this out into unpleasantness. McCree jerks his head, shifting his horns with irritation.
“Only to keep the smell of your corpse out of my home, unless you are refusing my offer.” McCree’s wing lifts lightly at that, but the human shakes her head with amusement.
“I’m curious,” Sombra says as she steps closer. Her hand touches one of his deep, red scales. The presence of her flesh is light and cool. “Why are dragons so warm?”
“We live with fire inside of us.” McCree watches from the corner of his eye as Sombra settles down against his belly. Carefully, he shifts his front leg forward as to give her more open space against his side. She catches the movement with her sharp gaze. “We are one of the first flames.”
“I can see that now,” she says as she presses her back against his ribs. “You are even warmer than the ground.”
She won’t freeze to death. As chilling as her wet clothes are, they will be warm and dry within the hour against his scales.
“Good,” he murmurs. The flame nestled inside his heart, the one that conjures his fiery breath, is dancing tonight. It moves with his giant lungs and wavering tail as he keeps the human warm and alive.
He finds himself understanding he would miss her terribly if she was not here.
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