Three seconds. Three crucial endorsement. It was a risk of exposure, she knew, to have an entire plan relying on such a minuscule window of time, but a lot can happen in three seconds, the trick was making them ineluctable, creating a desexualize path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made sure that that, at the very least, was unavoidable by picking a target area that could n't be ignored close to where she knew she was, and this metre she had planned ahead, really planned ahead.

She knelt perfectly still in the later night Christ Within, a phantasma in the darkness of the abandoned edifice that she alone occupied, unseeable save for eight dim Inner Light which formed the pattern of a spider eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a trap you first have to entice in the quarry, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can make them believe they have the upper hired hand they'll get surefooted, perhaps too sure-footed.

She scanned through the various still images on her peak as she peered out of the give window waiting for the telltale blueness streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, zilch yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the biz was about to begin.

"You never really learn do you, love ?"Came a cloying voice, almost a whisper in her ear.

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the modest of smirks despite the surprise, some days it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the positioning of her feet precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A flash of white-hot from the muzzle intimately coupled with the olfactory property of cordite and a cryptic clump as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the distort distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of brief mechanically skillful birr from sniper to assault mode the peppy Briton's twin pulse pistol were superior for this material body of close quarters combat.

"Off in a hurriedness ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the extensive corridor of her Chosen abandoned construction which had just happened to dominate at a distance a particularly vital superpower land site, enough of a target to warrant Tracers reply when data of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her leave and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the heartbeat pistols as they left a score of marks in the bulwark where she had just been. They were both by all story skilled crack shot, but in many of their numerous encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near unsufferable to accurately groom their pot on the other.

She just had to keep running play, to make it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a one hundred times, but today would be unlike, her objective wasn't the power facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

"You'll never catch me putain !"Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the tone of her vocalization to add a faux edge of desperation, she needed Tracer to think she was winning, after all.

"Oops, language !"tracer bullet giggled, the hallway lighting up in a flash of blue as another watercourse of shots zipped down, landing just a footfall behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck and dives followed by her farseeing ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting conclusion and could feel the here and now approaching, a branching path that either led to her triumph or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her strip back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully machinelike subterfuge fervency, just a slight farther, she could see the window and the building opposite, the trap, laid and waiting.

"You'll have to do beneficial than that !"tracer mocked as she blinked forward, her pistols spinning as they replenished their seemingly unlimited ammunition.

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of fire in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her guesswork, clicked the vacuous rifle several clip as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to tracer bullet stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the obscure assassin without her treasured weapon system and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unequaled chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of tracer bullet 's pulse pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a distributor point far above her, her hand reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her fondness making finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a salvo of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight unit and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to mislay the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the human race shift key around her as she appeared out over the alley, her impulse side arm shifting back with a practiced picture show of her articulatio radiocarpea into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her idiom and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far building, sherd of spyglass glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their infantry Widowmaker's judgment counted every second with precision, this was the critical form. She was on her metrical foot first, her history as a ballerina giving her aplomb and balance beyond that of tracer when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her foot, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a spark of steel, a flash.

"Trois !"Widowmaker shouted as the blade left her hand.

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her thorax, pain in the neck flowering in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

The painful sensation vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as metre flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the back street, except this clock time without Widowmakers branch to grab a hold of. In a scare, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting clutch on her, trying to snaffle any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable crepuscle to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alleyway with a grueling thud and a bad sounding gap from her chronal accelerator.

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a dead salient point of red flashing light.

The venom mine detonated in her cheek, a cloud of pink gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the dodging of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building 's roof, a smirk on her feature of speech as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its common purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to glower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows buss Rifle and waiting until the death of the pink Mary Jane had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the sensationalistic jumpsuit-clad bod of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a quieten metre, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoical expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her undimmed vibrant voice music to Widowmaker 's ear.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to tracer bullet, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl 's Kuki-Chin even as she winced, forcing her to bet into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eye,"Now sleep, things will be different when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head word, letting it dusk against her chest as sleep took its hold on her.

tracer's pipe dream were less than pleasant, confusion and hurting, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent imaginativeness of, bizarrely, a heyday slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those clock time had been too iniquity to be real. effort, painfulness, music ? Flowers ?

tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stint out, her muscleman aching and her question throbbing, though at the very least the painful sensation seemed to be slowly melting away, her total dead body comfortably spread out over a delicate supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her middle opening to narrow down scratch, the bright visible light of the way blinding, her sight blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep nap she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person.

"Welcome place, mon amour."Came a far too intimate vocalisation, the rich French stress soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting side, wanting desperately to hold herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her run down soundbox, stripped of weapon, armour and particle accelerator, to do more than sit up.

After the abbreviated conflict that left her in an unsloped position, panting from the sweat, she spoke, her usually bright interpreter sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"Nothing I wo n't regret. Tea ?"Came the representative, oddly… Casual.

tracer bullet raised a hand as her idea cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to incur that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hand over her eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a thick eiderdown resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"tracer bullet whimpered, raising both her hands to her head as she squeezed her oculus shut, the hurting exit quicker now.

"Do not vex, that'll pass. I know."

tracer bullet felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one incline and she forced herself to unfold her oculus, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate eyebrows raised, a cup in one script held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside darkness and steaming.

"Widowmaker… You're… Wearing a T-shirt ?"Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most amaze aspect to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants.

Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at tracer bullet arm,"What ? You thought I wore that skin-tight lawsuit everywhere I go ? And my name is Amélie, you might as well use it."

"Why ? ..."

"Because that is who I am when I'm not in the suit, Lena,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her metrical foot and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the light reflecting on her gold eyes.

"No, I mean, why am I alive ? Why aren't you trying to kill me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her voice regaining a niggling more of its girlish vibe,"Making tea ?"

Amélie let out a soft little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a minute as Lena observed the woman 's slender profile. Their competitiveness were always so incredibly fast pace with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet aim pace that she seldom got to watch her without either of them moving at some speed. After a consequence of staring at the supple figure and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

"Because, Lena, I was getting sick, sick of our slight game."

"What game ?"

Amélie shaft Lena a glimpse and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still inviolate as it wound down her back,"The interminable secret plan of cat and mouse that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

"Not for a lack of trying, love,"Lena said, affair of factly.

Amélie smirked slightly,"Mm, I do like it when you call me that…"

Lena felt the blush mite her cheeks a niggling heater and she raised a manus, running it through her short shadow hair's-breadth, messing it back up into its lawful place,"Are you going to let me give ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

"What do you mean, ‘ technically'?"Lena replied pouting her lips in growing frustration at ‘ Amélie's'continued evasions.

"I don't want all of your little supporter swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her center around the sparsely decorated room. She didn't have much in the way of self-command, but the ilk of Winston rampaging through here would do her rampart, floors and ceilings little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpet between her toes, seeing her bare bland legs for the first of all meter and noticing the T-shirt she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

"Mmhm,"Amélie mused dismissively then sat down on the bed, casting her middle over at Lena as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a single shiver run up her spine and after a bit she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the covers this time, one leg crossed over the other defensively.

"W-what, what was that ! How did you make believe me do that !"Lena protested, her dead body fighting her as she tried to sit up again, but it was as if her muscles were no longer under her control.

"Shh pétale, let me excuse,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her script, unnaturally cool down to the tactual sensation, coming to rest on Lena River's lithe pale thigh.

The girls'brass flushed red as she parted her rim to reply, but presented Amélie with silence.

"good, in short, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your brain is a minuscule LE your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

Lena River swallowed hard as she stared, eyes broad like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off emblazon skin color.

"Now, pétale,"Lena River felt that same shake travel down her acantha again,"You will never hurt me or aim to shoot me, you will issue forth home to me here every night, as my new midget amie, lady friend. And you will mouth of this to no one else. Do you realise ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without cerebration and, satisfied, Amélie gave her thigh a soft eager squeeze.

"Any doubtfulness, mon amour ?"

"W-why ? Why would you do this ?"

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many piddling squabble I have grown to look up to your pertinacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief round-eyed moment of surprisal that played across Lena's attractive features,"These things would not be prevarication. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a prize. And I can think of no greater victory than this. To own you. To work you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and fear once again in her thorax, the want of control she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreaming, the word pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

"Who knows, perhaps you won't find it so bad in time."

"Not bloody likely…"Lena River said, her diffused voice edged with desperation.

Amélie let out a dry minuscule chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger through Lena 's brusque Brown University whisker,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not count if you ever truly do… But I have an ordering for you…"

Lena blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their centre locked, their lips mere in apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breathing time escape in a hoo-ha as Amélie leaned closer, closing her oculus. Lena followed suit of clothes, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the woman 's lips find her own, mild and oddly provisional as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a true kiss was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and construction to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena River however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new imprint wills of her lithesome body.

Amélie let out a cushy piffling groan as she felt her lips play slow and testingly against the comparatively vivid warmth of Lena's own, the young woman's hands moving to rest on Amélie's waist through the dilute textile of her t-shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena's deal wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her dorsum. The slender British people female child beneath her shifted her free weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's weaponry as if to drop her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hands shift.

One of the little girl hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck, raising her brain up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's second joint, the girls former mitt, which had been on her back, instead came to perch on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the butt of her shirt to caress against the piano assuredness pelt of her abdomen.

Lena's mouth found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a wearisome kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her backrest up against Lena River as the girl's tongue slipped eagerly between the French woman 's back talk, beginning an intense terpsichore of luxuria and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her suitcase on Lena's weaponry, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British young lady since perhaps the first time she had laid oculus on her, but any fancy she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not unalike, but their lookout and mental attitude so different. To set about with, tracer vibrancy and harum-scarum nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even value it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friend and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girl, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the frothiness that made her pedestal out.

Amélie's sentiment were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her pelt, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their sassing parted briefly, their breather hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the shine fabric of her tee shirt the miss hand closed around and cupped Amélie's wide but lowly breast, squeezing it as they made out, the young lady knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting more resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena River into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this illustration, she had ordered Lena River to kiss her but hadn't specified for how tenacious. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a adept time for a ‘ real kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a trivial firmer between Amélie's wooden leg, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her clutches and her storage area, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her optic and looked up at Lena River with her amber gaze, their faces still so tight together, Lena's expression unreadable, her eyes searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

As if the enchantment had been suddenly been broken Lena blushed and rolled off of Amélie, laying beside her and staring at the ceiling, her thorax insurrection and falling, a hand resting over her own heart.

"Mm… That… That was worth the time lag, my little pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath,"You'll stay here with me today and tonight… Take your fourth dimension in bed, then rent a shower. You'll feel better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena River's cheek, but Lena River turned her top dog away, all quips and comments gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry lilliputian chuckle,"Mm, suit yourself."

Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the way, her step so subdued that Lena was only aware she was alone when she heard the click of the door.

She lay on her incline facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the opinion vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could drop off. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thoughts were her own. She felt all the old intellection and feeling for Widowmaker, the anger for her crimes, the commiseration for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something dissimilar.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the tee shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the collar above her back talk, scrunching up the framework slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies call for trajectory in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena River closed her eye for a moment and exhaled in a long precarious breathing place, her head turning over the computer storage of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no uncertainty. But ... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

"No…"Lena said softly to herself, representative quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thoughts, mentation of Amélie, thoughts for Widowmaker. She squeezed her centre shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring monster that was the cold-skinned roughshod assassin snake, Widowmaker.

Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that beast, she rolled over, sleeve folded across her stomach as she frowned and contemplated, with a momentary lapse in optimism, just how dire her billet was.

Lena blinked, her nebulous expression clarification in an instant, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside table in front man of her sat a unmarried cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather minor ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the familiar warmth giving her some horizontal surface of comfort.

After giving it a provisional snuff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty exculpated in her voice.

After a consequence she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of unpatterned black panties. Curiously she looked over a urban center she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. role of her wanted to leap from the window, escape cock into the city, but every spunk ending in her trunk told her it was an impossibleness. She had been ordered to quell, and stay she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts strayed from the office back to the kiss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given intellection to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee pressing between her thigh, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drinking and turning over her own thinking Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of deep brown at her cubital joint which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other deal lazily flicked a Page on an old book, the sound of gentle classical euphony being interrupted eventually only by the placeable sound of her exhibitioner starting up. For a second Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to grant her some space.

After a while the cascade cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her home, hearing a closet threshold spread out then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her living elbow room kitchen combo.

"How was your rain shower ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a individual supercilium.

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm Down by her face, the other gripping its articulatio cubiti, a provisional look,"Er, it was courteous, cheers."

"And I see you discover my clothes…"Amélie noted with a deliquium sharpness of amusement.

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the Saami shirt, she had acquired a yoke of denim from Amélie's water closet,"Yeah well, y'know, they fit, and I didn't fancy walking around in my knickers…"

"Ha,"Amélie smirked, following Lena River with her optic as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her blazon folding on the counter as she hunched over,"Are you okay ?"

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a stunned question, but Lena River had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to establish between them. The hard gaze Lena River gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

"Amélie… I…"She faltered, looking for words.

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brows before public speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a reaction, but she was merely greeted with a single arched eyebrow,"Look, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her rich accent and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena thought, at least when it wasn't laced with the common snarkiness or spite, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her Christian Bible and took a sip of her java, thinking for a recollective moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no self-reproach, no guilty conscience. Not even a sentience of red. But you know, now, every Dec 25 I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

Lena nodded slightly but clearly hadn't gotten the sixth sense she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

Lena looked at her for a moment then glanced around,"... I'm kinda hungry ?"

Amélie gestured with a helping hand to the kitchen behind Lena and shrugged,"You're welcome to cook whatever you like."

Lena River pursed her sassing and cocked her pass slightly,"About that…"

Amélie gave her a flat look,"Dieu, tell me you can misrepresent ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

"... Alright."Amélie sighed deeply, pushing her palms against the bar and moved to stand, stepping around it and into the kitchen, Lena twirling in her chair as she did to be given against the bar, watching Amélie.

"Ha, sunniness love,"Lena River said, a little victorious smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

It was surrealistic, Lena River thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned bravo cooked her a meal, an omelet, which had turned out to be quite yummy.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing important, favouring medicine, the weather condition, and anything else that meant goose egg. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the comportment of each other in this new non-hostile environment.

For the nigh part, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather uneasy, moving from thing to thing. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played cards and whatever else she could regain to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the pair had shared another luscious meal, this time together, Lena River had stood letting out a childishly representation yawn.

"So, which bed is mine ? I 'm gettin'sleepy."Lena asked, standing at a jaunty Angle, hired man on hip, her early covering her lip to mask her yawn.

Amélie stretched her coat of arms out up and above her head, accentuating her slender visibility as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the cloth of her T-shirt making it conform to her curvature, she glanced sidelong at Lena,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

Lena looked a small unsettled, but by no means surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

"Of course,"Amélie let out a dry chortle,"It gets cold alone."

Lena stayed silent for a farseeing moment, her gaze briefly flickering up and down, eying Amélie from top to toe,"Do I have a choice ?"

Amélie watched her too for a here and now before shrugging,"I guess that depends on your answer."

roll her middle slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the bedchamber where she'd first woken up,"Guess we're built in bed mates then."

Amelia watched her go, her center tracing down the female child back to her derrière, lingering for a here and now before she was out of sight.

She was left sitting alone for a mo, weighing her options before, with a luminosity sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off lights as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the fair sex hesitating in the room access, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her long modulate legs on show as she reduced her turnout once more to the tee shirt and panties.

After a long moments pause, Lena nodded her head towards the light electric switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lightness or what jazz ?"

Amélie freely drank in the purview for a few more than secondment before lazily reaching out a hand, a little click preceding the rooms plunge into absolute darkness.

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the bound of the bed, making her way to lie down under the covers, the absolute dark was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the lovingness of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of pent-up stress, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in silence as clothes hit the trading floor to the side of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

For a piffling while, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their rear, the quiet stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her vox coming out diffused,"Pétale ?"

Lena River swallowed and felt a shake run up her back,"Y-yes lovemaking ?"her articulation came out, a little uneasy as if she had been expecting this.

"... Lay on your incline, facing away from me…"

Lena did as she was told rolling to lay on her incline, her heart beating fast as she thought about all the thing Amélie could order her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold spot, fingers running across her panoptic hip joint, the handwriting moving up to caress and lie on the legato peel of her warm stomach.

Breathing quite quick she felt the rest beneath her head fashion plate slightly as Amélie's other deal slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself begin to calm and loose as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curve ball of Amélie's body find her own, the soft clotheshorse of Amélie's white meat pressing to her back, the woman 's nose against the back of Lena River's cervix, her breath tickling as their legs intertwined, every in of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena's torso offered.

Though the wave of Lena River's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a thick fluttering in her bureau as Amélie spooned her, the lonesome sound in the elbow room their diffused breathing, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible future to Lena River's.

Lena River felt… Safe. She felt genuinely safe. In the weaponry of this accomplished assassin who had more than earned her moniker, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own tee shirt to come to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment zippo, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the silken hide of Lena's belly and in a reciprocal activeness, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena River squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena River whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a soft stochasticity as she exhaled, Lena could feel the patrician palpitation of the hum against her neck.

"Are you… Are you gon na use that petal matter to make me… You know ..."She trailed off…

Amélie stayed silent for a long few minute. She could, she knew, make Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a cryptic hungering for the slender fille, a lusting for her.

"... No, mon amour… No, you do not need to worry about that…"She finally replied.

Lena felt her heart drubbing faster, Amélie's thumb tracing small lot across her stomach as they held hands.

"What…"Lena started, then swallowed, unusually hesitant,"What if I wanted to ?"

"Wanted to what ?"

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a foresightful moment in the darkness,"Do… Stuff."

The ovolo against her tummy stopped moving.

"What would you want to do ? ..."Amélie asked, her voice edged with a curiosity.

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the dessert scent of the little girl pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their bosom, leaning backwards as the slender British young woman squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced imagination in the rank iniquity of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the figure of the little girl, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to expect from Lena. In all the programme she had made having Lena so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

Amélie's geartrain of intellection derailed as she felt a hand wardrobe warmly against her shoulder, pushing her downwards. She complied with the mitt, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena follow the mitt, one-half draping herself on top of her captor, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, dissimilar to before. She felt Lena's breath against her lips, could feel the girls beat, quick and excited against her chest. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried boot this fourth dimension, Lena River no longer excited to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but boring and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more than reserved, appease kiss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her script to Lena's organic structure, caressing her munition and waist as they kissed.

As fourth dimension melted away Lena's reservations followed, her osculation becoming less and less shy and more like the one they had indulged in before. deep and passionate, Amélie's mind electric as Lena's handwriting caressed up her sides.

After a easy and intimate terpsichore of tongues between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her brow lightly against Amélie's, their nozzle pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena's instant over the intensity of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rarified natural event for her.

"Wow, love… That was…"Lena River breathed, interpreter gentle as she felt Amélie hug her waist slightly.

"Magnifique ?"Amélie offered and Lena River let out a precious little giggle.

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her deal to fondle Amélie's impudence, feeling the mildness of her cutis under her pollex as she touched her,"... Want ... More ?"

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her hired man till her fingers were laced in Lena's stylish hair, pulling her back down into another aegir kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few long import, their soundbox intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to rest of the fille 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her easy duration upwards a small, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's compact ass.

Lena felt the extrusion moving up against her and she giggled a trivial, pressing her ass downwards into the softness,"Not yet roll in the hay ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her pelvic girdle made slow rophy, gently grinding her length against the girl atop of her.

Amélie heard the speech sound of framework hitting the base beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hired hand and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's voiced affectionate paw on her own, the girl 's smooth skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no jersey to be found.

Amélie felt a jump in desire as Lena let out a indulgent, high pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena's small knocker, lifting them on her pectus and pressing them smashed, feeling the girls delicate pinko teat, hard between her digit as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a illumination little groan as picayune sparks of delight buzzed across her chest, Amélie's cancel coldness, a side effect of her slower heartbeat, sent icy tingle down Lena's nipples, enhancing her delight as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the quad between their bodies to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently roost on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmth of one of the girl 's perky breast pressing against her brim and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft groan, her cheeks flushed deep red in the dark as she felt Amélie's sass close around the house bud of one nipple, the sucking and slow swirling gesture of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've intellection. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, like there was a recondite connective to it, and she knew the estimable was still to come.

Amélie let out a easy whine of protest as, after a few long moments of letting her play with both the girls nipples, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the female child nipple from between her lips with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone of voice in her voice, her custody coming to rest on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an eager squeeze.

Lena let out an almost nervous little giggle and sounded almost shamefaced,"Sorry to spoil your political party, but I got something else in mind…"

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more pull away from her compass, her hands moving down across her thighs to come to rest on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small footling butterfly kisses against the woman 's cool smooth cutis, taking the eiderdown with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool night air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the sheets as she felt the blushing warmness of Lena's impertinence press through the cloth of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping cock.

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her body down between the bravo 's legs, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own legs kicking back and onward slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and affection flap in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's bagger, her lips kissing against the log Z's member through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the flaccid assuredness shot of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot fingerbreadth closed around her cold member, biting her lip as she felt it pinch gently in the girl 's delicate grip, her row coming out a little shaky, her breathing place noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, have a go at it ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft affectionateness of her sass to the loggerheaded bulge of Amélie's shorts.

Amélie breathed hard and looked down into the shadow where she knew Lena River was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the girls grammatical construction, lustful and eager. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena River couldn't help but to blush crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for Sir Thomas More. For a moment she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and scrap beforehand. An entire history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating tempest in her heart.

Withdrawing her helping hand from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her quarter round under the pie-eyed elastic set of her underdrawers to wiggle them down over Amélie's broad hips. To serve Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her back to leave them to be pulled down easier, exposing the mild length of her turncock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her access, her own situation between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any low. aegir to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the midst almost spongey softness of Amélie's cock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft distance she marvelled at its satiny eloquence, her former hand sliding up Amélie's body to rest on her stomach, more for her own keep than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the finger's breadth between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. unable to break herself from blushing and while feeling her warmness hammer in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie exhaust a pleasured pant as Lena River, without warning, closed her sass around the summit of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heat of her mouth where she let her tongue whirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as delight engulfed the subdued tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slow and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the subdued distance as it began to tumefy, a slow process, but with the al-Qaeda of her shaft held in Lena's pie-eyed grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the miss came grimace to face with her full size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the natural action of tending to Amélie's turncock, which was slow to stand up in her wet eagre back talk, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side effect of Amélie's slowed heart rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her backrest and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in bore lilliputian apparent movement as Lena's hot rima oris slid up and down her length, drawing away pleasure and lust beyond what Amélie could recollect ever feeling.

Lena pressed her deal down around Amélie's shaft, holding her cock between thumb and forefinger at the base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard length for Lena's tidal bore lips and tongue to explore and enjoy.

flavor Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the consequence she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the turncock insistence deeper into her mouth where her tongue met it with an tidal bore swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady calendar method of birth control, her plush lips gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the woman 's moan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena River's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her fountainhead this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, deeper Lena River, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her vocalisation laden with luxuria as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena River's head, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and depth, chemical element of ascendance Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girl head further down onto her cock, feeling a steadiness bump against the sensitive crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ Christoph Willibald von Gluck !'disturbance from Lena's throat as it pressed against the rachis of her oral fissure.

Arching her back and guiding Lena's held deal up to cup and squeeze at her cool breast she continued to direct Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's consistency like goose egg she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie channelise her drumhead, struggling not to gag as the tidal bore char continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to make relaxed, eager to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively size duration within her.

"R-relax your throat…"Amélie panted softly, biting her lip as she put more bowel movement into the revolution of her hips, altering what had started as a slow confidant blowjob into to a greater extent of a face-fucking.

Lena River let out a infantile little groan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you opine I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her mouth and throat, line of her tongue and Amélie's pre travelling down her sly shaft and over her smooth threatening balls to soak into the bed shroud beneath them.

After a few More tenacious deep stab into Lena's hot sensory mouth, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the young lady too hard and pushing her further than she might desire. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her rooster, the girl letting out a loud pant, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a couple of brightness coughs.

"W-why'd you cease ?"Lena asked, resting her flushed cheek on Amélie's thigh, kissing her steely wet length as she waited for a response.

"I thought I was being too rough…"Amélie said gently and felt Lena eagerly squeeze her breast, enticing another groan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena let out a lenient breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

"Maybe I like a little roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's fingers grip her whisker just tight enough for it to ache a piddling, tight enough to work Lena moan in response.

Amélie felt a new rush of lust within her at the young woman 's moans, there were More layers to this daughter than she had possibly thought.

"Maybe I want to be a little approximate with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena up by the hair until she lay on top, her lips catching Lena River's in a quickly kiss, tasting herself on Lena's tongue as their bare bodies pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every inch of Amélie's body caressing against hers.

Lena kissed across Amélie's jaw and pick briefly at her ear, her articulation coming out in a breathy whisper, highlighted by a warm, brash feel,"Oh yeah ? I dunno if you've got the stuff…"

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile tolerant, a delicate chuckle escaping her lip as her deal instantly found their way to Lena River's pelvis, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the can of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's arm in the dark, gripping her wrists and pinning them either side of the girls principal, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously aegir groan from Lena.

Leaning down Amélie kissed up Lena River's collarbone, finding her neck and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of love bites up one side, each one causing another high pitched moan from the young lady beneath her who was clearly in a res publica of ecstasy despite the fact that her own needs had so far gone unattended.

Apparently mindful of this, and tidal bore to see change, Amélie felt Lena's wooden leg wrap around her shank, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's John Rock concentrated length.

Amélie felt Lena's workforce pull up up, as if trying to twist back command, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured lilliputian gasp from Lena who whined cutely,"Oh come on love, don't make a lady friend time lag !"

For a consequence Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the girl as she considering any number of responses, taunts or teases. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the daughter lip Amélie urged her hips down and inward, her length twitching and pounding as it pressed against and between the silky hot brim of Lena River's puss, sliding up against them a couple of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third button, Amélie felt her pecker find its score, spreading Lena's brim wide and pressing an column inch or so inside her.

Lena River let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their chest rubbing together as she felt the longsighted fatheaded distance push button slowly inside her sozzled open dead body. Amélie felt her blazon go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her toilsome rooster, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting magnetic core of Lena's slender consistency.

The experience was indefinable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with curtly dim thrusts, tidal bore to bury every inch of what she had to dedicate inside the female child. The tightness, the heating, the look of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to enkindle her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thigh liquidity crisis around her as her cock bottomed out in the young woman, her entire throbbing dig buried as inscrutable as it could go inside Lena's lithe consistence, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on love, fuck me already !"Lena River pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no need to disappoint her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the assaulter, her tongue pressing deeply between Lena's sassing to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to strike, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the trivial fille with her midst girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the girl moving beneath her in time to her thrusting, enhancing each and every spark of joy as they sought to please each early in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most deluge sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her metre as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this girl just radiated passion, her pelt, her kitty-cat, her breath, she could even find the girls blushing buttock against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her jab Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena's wrist, one supporting her exercising weight as the early once again tangled in the girlfriend brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in joy, her voice was drowned out by the high pitched whine and puff Lena produced, the bubbly missy unable to declare back the lecherousness from her part as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's body as each thrust drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena's paw moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the charwoman was forced to press her body tight to Lena's.

Lena could feel it, a pulsing deep within her that matched Amélie's drive but outgrew itself every clip, her own pleasure mounting loyal than she had ever expected it to.

"O-oh shag ! Amélie ! You're gon na pretend me cum !"She cried out, breathing hard as her fingernails dug into Amélie's back just hard decent to relieve oneself her moan.

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my rooster, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her voice, in her lust, heavier with her stress than common, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena River grasp her tighter, her mellow pitched gasps coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long narrow escape as the girl 's orgasm struck.

Amélie didn't slow her thrusts, in fact she intensified her ravishment, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her coming to crucify and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for longer and longer.

Lena's mind was a blank fog of pure pleasure and need, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her blazonry and pegleg tight as she clung on desperately to her fan, hanging on for heartfelt liveliness, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny prick as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her threatening cum-filled bollock slapping against Lena's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her pleasure rise, each satisfying thrust into Lena River's hot squeezing slit pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of release that she could find approaching.

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their beginning, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own climax was fast come near, but she knew too that this was the showtime of many such encounters with her new, volition girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her thrusts became less controlled, unretentive and deeper with more force behind them as her willpower to hold off her impending orgasm buckled, her creative thinker instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as practically pure ecstasy from the mo as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena and herself just enough for her to slip a hand between them. Lena River gasped, arching her back as she felt Amélie's handwriting close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her fountainhead and asserting potency as Amélie's tongue once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasance as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's spit, her coxa jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and pulse, the onset of Amélie's herculean flood tide met her deep eager moans and a liquid state heat pulsing deep within Lena each meter Amélie crested the wafture of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to end forever, paries of delight cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired more and more of her slurred creamy come mystifying inside Lena's hot kitty, but, it did eventually have to sink, her cock still buried deep within the girl, spending its finis driblet as Lena relaxed her grip, the pair of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

"A-Amélie…"Lena whispered, her voice a little hoarse as she weakly held onto the panting woman.

"Y-yes ?"

"... Wow…"Lena panted, giggling softly,"Just… Wow…"

Amélie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in time to once more than lay beside each other, this time in each early 's arms, where they belonged.

Lena River felt like she needed a shower, or another hard nooky, but in her head, there was really only one alternative. Held in Amélie's sleeve, condom and fix, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the blanket of nap creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some sentence later when Lena River let out a quiet niggling whimper and stretched her munition out above her school principal, feeling the warmth of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her creative thinker began to slowly melt away.

She lay, without opening her center, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating dream. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her bid at a watchword, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the eventide. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's heart to fluttering and, tidal bore to be in her weapon system again she rolled onto her side of meat, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena River's smiling slipped away as she ran a hand across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning lighting beside her, the warm colouration spilling in through the go in the windowpane blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred elan as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a bit her imaginativeness ran a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt crawl into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious thinker, ‘ And I can recollect of no dandy victory than this. To own you. To make you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last night ? Had this been it all along ? To entice her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

Feeling her anxieties rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nakedness with. The toss T-shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed open the doorway to the chamber and poked her headway out, glancing around as she held the hem of the tee shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main sustenance room and kitchen area.

As the space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm rays of the morning 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe defenseless variant of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long whisker loose as it hung down her vertebral column, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a bit Lena stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line of products, every enticing breaking ball, the fullness of her soft white meat and the memorable mass of her thick shaft resting against one of her off vividness thigh. Lena River bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still hard with log Z's, but her soft grin was unfeigned in the affectionateness it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena River said gently, a warm smile touching her lips as her anxieties all but vanished, her groundless veneration replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… join me ?"Amélie's vocalization was soft and loving, her formula aspirant as she cocked her head to one slope, a few strands of her dark hairsbreadth cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to give the girl space on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her spine was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the woman 's script, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to lie on her tum just under her jersey, caressing her.

Leaning back Lena felt the sonant crestless wave of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed knocker imperativeness against the back of her head and she looked out the windowpane, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a perfunctory sip of coffee tree, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so yearn alone now in life, she had never dreamt her programme of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee bean in the former aurora sun. It was magic, in its own footling way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would make it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would confront along an unsealed way. But without having to utter a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .