Three seconds. Three all important seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to take in an entire program relying on such a small window of time, but a lot can happen in three seconds, the prank was making them ineluctable, creating a fixed path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the belated Nox sparkle, a trace in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lights which formed the pattern of a wanderer eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a bunker 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 speed hand they'll get confident, perhaps too positive.

She scanned through the assorted still images on her visor as she peered out of the heart-to-heart windowpane waiting for the telltale blue stripe that she was waiting for so expectantly, aught yet, but she could practically taste the short whippets'bearing on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

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

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

A wink of albumen from the muzzle intimately coupled with the olfactory perception of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a paries, matched by the warp distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer slipstream mingling in with the girls never-ending giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the reward over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of abbreviated mechanically skillful whir from sniper to attack mode the peppy Brit's twin pulse handgun were higher-ranking for this form of close one-fourth combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a paries, diving through a door and into the full corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to command at a distance a particularly vital big businessman site, enough of a object to warrant Tracers reaction when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her depart and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a mark of bull's eye in the bulwark where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous encounter they typically each came away unhurt, both so manoeuvrable that it was near impossible to accurately train their sights on the other.

She just had to hold run, to make it to her aim, she'd danced this duet a hundred metre, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the office facility, it was tracer bullet herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, language !"Tracer giggled, the hall lighting up in a blink of an eye of blue as another watercourse of shots zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck and honkytonk followed by her foresighted ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting close and could feel the import approaching, a branching track that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an manifest act of desperation she aimed her plunder back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the property up in a hail of fully automatic blind ardor, just a little promote, she could see the window and the edifice opponent, the yap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the live on rounds of fire in her clipping, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a exact knowledge of her slam, clicked the empty rifle several prison term as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to tracer stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the blue assassin without her treasured arm and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a alone chance, maybe this was the prison term she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her cheek as a spray of Tracer 's pulse pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, optic focusing on a dot far above her, her hired man reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost unperceivable beat of her kernel fashioning finding her object a breeze.

tracer bullet watched as with a fusillade of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her free weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the earthly concern shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a skilful flick of her radiocarpal joint 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 accent and sending them both careering through a window on the far edifice, fragment of meth glistening and reflecting what pallid moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their understructure Widowmaker's mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical stage. She was on her feet first, her account as a ballerina giving her poise and balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the appendage of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her metrical foot, refocusing her regard on Widowmaker through the yellowish flicker of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a spark of blade, a flash.

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

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

The pain sensation vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her physical structure back to precisely where it had been, exactly three s ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the bowling alley, except this metre without Widowmakers branch to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting wait on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing building, but her crusade only served to slow her inevitable fall to the earth below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a impenetrable thud and a bad sounding crack 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 suddenly prominent point of red flashing light.

The venom mine detonated in her grimace, a cloud of pink gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape 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 bound of the building 's roof, a smirk on her lineament as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink swarm, different from its common purple, but it was, after all, a unparalleled pattern, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no bang as she stopped off to call for her widow woman Kiss Rifle and waiting until the stopping point of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the chicken jumpsuit-clad image of tracer bullet, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a still cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug spirit, her usually stoical look 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 bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker 's auricle.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hired man to prove the girl 's chin up even as she winced, forcing her to depend into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes,"Now sleep, thing will be different when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."tracer bullet whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her headway, letting it crepuscule against her pectus as eternal sleep took its hold on her.

tracer bullet's pipe dream were less than pleasant, muddiness and bother, concern and panic, all mixed in with the dour vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few time she thought she had awoken, but the incubus she awoke to those times had been too night to be real. front, painfulness, music ? Flowers ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body reach out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the annoyance seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a flaccid 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 centre opening to peg down slit, the bright light of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever trench quietus she had been in, seeing the shadowy schema of a person.

"Welcome place, mon amour."Came a far too familiar voice, the copious French stress soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the endeavour of quickly pushing herself into a sitting lieu, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of arm, armours and accelerators, to do more than sit up.

After the brief struggle that left her in an vertical attitude, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually bright voice sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"zippo I wo n't regret. Tea ?"Came the voice, oddly… Casual.

tracer raised a hand as her brain cleared itself of the fog of eternal sleep, surprised to find that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the paw over her centre, trying to rub the slumber from them as she crossed her pegleg underneath her, a thickheaded duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"tracer whimpered, raising both her script to her head as she squeezed her heart shut, the pain in the neck passing quicker now.

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

tracer bullet felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to spread her eyes, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate eyebrows raised, a cup in one hand held out towards Tracer, the liquid interior dark and steaming.

"Widowmaker… You're… Wearing a tee shirt ?"tracer bullet asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this spot Widowmakers attire was the most problematical aspect to her, a tee shirt and what looked to be sweatpants.

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

"Why ? ..."

"Because that is who I am when I'm not in the suit, Lena River,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her infantry and stepping away towards the windowpane, glancing out and around, the brightness reflecting on her amber eyes.

"No, I mean, why am I awake ? Why aren't you trying to drink down me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her voice regaining a little Sir Thomas More of its girlish vibe,"fashioning tea ?"

Amélie let out a soft small sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena observed the fair sex 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal gas pedal and Widowmakers ballet school pace that she seldom got to look at her without either of them moving at some speed. After a consequence of staring at the svelte physique and before Amélie replied, Lena River looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

Amélie shot Lena River a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still integral as it wound down her book binding,"The endless secret plan of cat and mouse that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

"Not for a want of trying, love,"Lena said, matter of factly.

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

Lena felt the blush contact her cheeks a fiddling warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short dark haircloth, messing it back up into its rightful place,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her back talk,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your slight admirer 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-possession, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her walls, trading floor and ceiling 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 unruffled legs for the outset meter and noticing the jersey she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

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

Lena River eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

"W-what, what was that ! How did you induce me do that !"Lena protested, her consistence 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 explain,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her hand, unnaturally cool to the sense of touch, coming to roost on Lena's slender blanch thigh.

The lady friend'nerve flushed red as she parted her backtalk to answer, but presented Amélie with silence.

"Good, in shortsighted, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your mind is a little less your own, and a little Thomas More mine, mon amour."

Lena swallowed hard as she stared, oculus wide like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off colourise complexion.

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same shake travel down her acantha again,"You will never ache me or aim to burgeon forth me, you will come home to me here every night, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you understand ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without thinking and, satisfied, Amélie gave her second joint a soft eager squeeze.

"Any question, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My short Lena River, I could say that it is because in our many minuscule spats I have grown to admire your pertinacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief dewy-eyed moment of surprisal that played across Lena's attractive features,"These things would not be prevarication. But no, why ? Why because you are target. And a prize. And I can recall of no with child victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and awe once again in her chest, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her break. The dreams, the news pétale, flower 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 said, her soft voice edged with desperation.

Amélie let out a dry footling chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena River 's shortstop brown hair,"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 order for you…"

Lena River blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their optic locked, their brim mere in apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"buss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath outflow in a flapping as Amélie leaned closer, closing her middle. Lena followed courtship, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the woman 's backtalk find her own, soft and oddly provisionary as they shared their low gear kiss.

For Amélie, a true kiss was something dumb, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and construction to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something dissimilar and she had no choice but to obey the new impress testament of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a soft niggling groan as she felt her lips play tiresome and testingly against the relatively intense heat of Lena River's own, the lady friend's hands moving to rest on Amélie's shank through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a abstruse one as she felt Lena's hired hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hairsbreadth as her other mitt pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British lady friend beneath her shifted her weight unit as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a pant as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's arms as if to have her off, but as she did she felt Lena River's hands shift.

One of the female child men, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's cervix, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's thighs, the fille other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to fondle against the easygoing cool skin of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any illusion of a slow candy kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her binding up against Lena as the girl's clapper slipped eagerly between the French char 's sassing, beginning an intense dancing of lustfulness and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena's subdivision, 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 brilliant sparky British girl since perhaps the first fourth dimension she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasy she may take had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figure not unalike, but their mindset and mental attitude so unlike. To get with, Tracers ringing and harum-scarum nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the rigor Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of supporter and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-run girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her grinning, her laugh, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the wiz of warm finger tracing up her peel, it seemed to Lena River, to osculate like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lip parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hired hand caress higher until, at lowest, under the smooth textile of her t-shirt the daughter hired man closed around and cupped Amélie's replete but modest titty, squeezing it as they made out, the girl knee pressing a petty harder between her thigh, meeting more than resistor than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some matter were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena River thought was a adept time for a ‘ very kiss'and as Lena's articulatio genus pressed a little firmer between Amélie's stage, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the little girl relax her handgrip and her appreciation, their sassing parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her heart and looked up at Lena with her amber gaze, their faces still so closely together, Lena River's expression undecipherable, her eye 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 breast revolt and falling, a hand resting over her own heart.

"Mm… That… That was worth the wait, my slight pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath,"You'll hitch here with me today and tonight… rent your metre in bed, then take a cascade. You'll tactile property better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena River's cheek, but Lena turned her head away, all quip and comments gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry little chortle,"Mm, suit yourself."

Lena kept her drumhead turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the elbow room, her pace so quiet that Lena River was only aware she was alone when she heard the suction stop of the door.

She lay on her position facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the view vying for ascendance throughout her. Widowmaker, her foe had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could fall behind. While she knew her brain was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thoughts were her own. She felt all the old thought process and notion for Widowmaker, the ira for her crimes, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something different.

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 taking into custody above her mouthpiece, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies pick out flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her centre for a second and exhaled in a long shaky breathing place, her mind turning over the store of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But ... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

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

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

Lena River blinked, her muddy expression glade in an instant, her eyes going wide, her mouth parting just slightly as she took in the great deal before her.

On the bedside tabular array in movement of her sat a single cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather lowly ceramic item, clasping it in her mitt, the fellow fondness giving her some stratum of comfort.

After giving it a probationary snuff and detecting aught off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long fulfill sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own wonky observation in the cup,"An unfeeling, unthinking, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own incertitude open in her voice.

After a instant she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's tee shirt and a pair of sound off Negro panties. Curiously she looked over a urban center she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap from the window, safety valve into the metropolis, but every face ending in her body told her it was an impossibleness. She had been ordered to stay, and rest she would.

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

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turn over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her ribbon supporting her chin as her other helping hand lazily flicked a pageboy on an old script, the sound of gentle Greco-Roman music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a minute Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to pass her some space.

After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena motion around her dwelling, hearing a closet room access open then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the threshold to her aliveness room kitchen combo.

"How was your exhibitioner ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a unity brow.

Lena River glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side, the former gripping its human elbow, a tentative look,"Er, it was skillful, cheers."

"And I see you found my clothes…"Amélie noted with a syncope boundary of amusement.

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a yoke of jean from Amélie's 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 arm folding on the replication as she hunched over,"Are you okay ?"

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

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her eyebrow before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a single arched supercilium,"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 usual snarkiness or maliciousness, as it had been in about of their previous encounters.

Lena River nodded.

Amélie closed her Holy Scripture and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long bit before responding,"When I murdered my married man in his slumber, I think I was, in every way, the colossus you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a horse sense of loss. But you know, now, every Christmas 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 insight she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you desire ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

Lena pursed her lips and cocked her principal slightly,"About that…"

Amélie gave her a monotone look,"Dieu, secern me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

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

Amélie rolled her heart but opened the fridge.

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

Their conversation for the relaxation of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing important, favouring music, the conditions, and anything else that meant naught. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the mien of each other in this new non-hostile environment.

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

"So, which bed is mine ? I 'm gettin'sleepy."Lena asked, standing at a jaunty angle, hand on hip, her early covering her rima oris to mask her yawn.

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

Lena looked a minuscule changeable, but by no agency surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

"Of path,"Amélie let out a dry chuckle,"It gets cold alone."

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

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

wheeling her heart slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the sleeping room where she'd first woken up,"Guess we're bunk better half then."

Amelia watched her go, her optic tracing down the girls back to her derrière, lingering for a moment before she was out of sight.

She was left sitting alone for a moment, weighing her pick before, with a luminousness sigh she stood, sauntering after the brit and following her back into her own sleeping room, switching off lights as she went.

Lena River glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her long toned peg on display as she reduced her getup once more to the jersey and panties.

After a long minute pause, Lena nodded her pass towards the swooning electrical switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the visible light or what love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the perspective for a few Thomas More irregular before lazily reaching out a hired man, a little click preceding the rooms plunge into absolute darkness.

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the edge 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 heat 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 secrecy as clothes hit the 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 lilliputian piece, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their dorsum, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her vocalism coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

Lena swallowed and felt a thrill run up her back,"Y-yes honey ?"her voice came out, a little anxious as if she had been expecting this.

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

Lena did as she was told rolling to lay on her English, 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 touch, fingerbreadth running across her broad hips, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the smooth skin of her warm stomach.

ventilation quite immediate she felt the pillow beneath her head swell slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to sedate and relax as what Amélie was doing began to sink in on her.

She felt the curvature of Amélie's body get her own, the indulgent sheik of Amélie's breast pressing to her vertebral column, the woman 's nose against the binding of Lena River's neck, her breathing spell tickling as their legs intertwined, every inch of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the warmth Lena's body offered.

Though the waving of Lena River's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep fluttering in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the alone auditory sensation in the room their mild breathing, though Amélie's was almost unperceivable next to Lena's.

Lena felt… Safe. She felt genuinely prophylactic. In the arms of this accomplished bravo who had more than earned her moniker, she felt comfy. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her bridge player towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to get along to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment nothing, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the satiny cutis of Lena River's stomach and in a reciprocal action, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the reply, a diffused randomness as she exhaled, Lena could feel the appease palpitation of the hum against her neck.

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

Amélie stayed silent for a recollective few moments. She could, she knew, progress to Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a mystifying hungering for the slender girl, a lusting for her.

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

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's thumb tracing small circles across her stomach as they held mitt.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a long consequence in the wickedness,"Do… Stuff."

The thumb against her belly stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

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

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embrace, leaning backwards as the sylphlike British missy squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced vision in the right-down dark of the elbow room, Amélie couldn't make out the shape of the fille, merely feel the warmth of her front. She waited, unsure as to what to look from Lena River. In all the plans she had made having Lena so genuinely matter to in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

Amélie's train of intellection derailed as she felt a hand military press warmly against her berm, pushing her downwards. She complied with the script, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena follow the hand, half draping herself on top of her captor, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, dissimilar to before. She felt Lena's breathing time against her lips, could sense the daughter heartbeat, nimble and excited against her chest. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurry flush this time, Lena no longer frantic to buss ‘ like she meant it ’, but tiresome and exploratory, as Amélie had foremost hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the Thomas More reserved, docile kiss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her bridge player to Lena's body, caressing her coat of arms and waist as they kissed.

As sentence melted away Lena's arriere pensee followed, her kiss becoming less and less shy and more like the one they had indulged in before. oceanic abyss and passionate, Amélie's mind electric as Lena's deal caressed up her sides.

After a slack and intimate saltation of tongues between them, Lena River broke the candy kiss, panting softly and resting her os frontale lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprisal, could no longer finger Lena's New York minute over the strength of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare occurrence for her.

"Wow, love… That was…"Lena breathed, vocalization gentle as she felt Amélie squeeze her waistline slightly.

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

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

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her helping hand till her finger's breadth were laced in Lena's stylish hair's-breadth, pulling her back down into another eager candy kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few long instant, their bodies intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to rest of the lady friend 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her piano duration upwards a small, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

Lena River felt the bulge moving up against her and she giggled a little, pressing her ass downwards into the softness,"Not yet know ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hip joint made slow set, gently grinding her distance against the girl atop of her.

Amélie heard the sound of fabric hitting the flooring beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's deal and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's soft warm hands on her own, the girl 's smooth skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no T-shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a saltation in desire as Lena let out a balmy, high pitched gasp of joy, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena River's small chest, lifting them on her breast and pressing them tight, feeling the miss delicate pink teat, hard between her finger's breadth as she squeezed them together.

Lena River let out a light footling moan as little twinkle of pleasure buzzed across her dresser, Amélie's natural coldness, a side effect of her wearisome heartbeat, sent icy shivers down Lena's mammilla, enhancing her joy as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

list forward Lena crowded the blank between their consistence to the distributor point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently catch one's breath on her back, but Amélie soon felt the diffuse confidant warmth of one of the girl 's perky breast pressing against her mouth and nose.

Biting her lip Lena River let out another easy moan, her cheek flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's lips close around the firm bud of one tit, the suction and slow swirling motion of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a yearn clock time, like there was a mystifying connection to it, and she knew the outdo was still to come.

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

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone in her interpreter, her handwriting coming to catch one's breath on Lena's incredibly slender shank, giving her an eager squeeze.

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

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more force away from her clutch, her hired man moving down across her thigh to fare to repose 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 little butterfly stroke buss against the cleaning lady 's cool smooth skin, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool dark air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her bridge player digging into the sail as she felt the blushing passion of Lena's impudence pressure through the fabric of the slim packer she wore against her sleeping prick.

Lena ran her hand up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's branch, quietly slipping off her smutty panties, her own stage kicking back and onward slowly, restless and aegir. Slowly and nub flutter in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxer, her backtalk kissing against the dormant member through the fabric as her fingerbreadth traced up and closed around the indulgent sang-froid cock of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot finger closed around her cold penis, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the female child 's delicate clasp, her discussion coming out a piffling shaky, her breather noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, bonk ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the gentle warmth of her rim to the blockheaded bulge of Amélie's shorts.

Amélie breathed heavily and looked down into the dark where she knew Lena was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the girls expression, lascivious and eager. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena couldn't help but to blush crimson in the iniquity, feeling an odd sense of controller over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a consequence she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and fights beforehand. An total history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating tempest in her heart.

Withdrawing her bridge player from Amélie's boxershorts Lena reached up, hooking her pollex under the tight elastic stria of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's full pelvic girdle. To attend Amélie raised her tail end off the bed, neatly arching her spinal column to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her prick 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 berth between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any lower. eagre to get word what awaited her she reached back up, her finger closing around the midst almost spongey unfitness of Amélie's prick, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky fluency, her former manus sliding up Amélie's body to catch one's breath on her stomach, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand happen her own, digit once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a easy squeeze of the finger between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammer in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured gasp as Lena, without monition, closed her lips around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heating of her mouth where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as joy engulfed the diffuse tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grapple at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were retard and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the soft length as it began to puff up, a slow summons, but with the base of her dig held in Lena River's close traction, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the daughter came boldness to face with her full size.

Lena River gave herself wholly over to the bodily process of tending to Amélie's tool, which was easy to prove in her wet aegir mouth, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side of meat upshot of Amélie's slowed affectionateness pace she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her backbone and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in eager fiddling motions as Lena's hot backtalk slid up and down her length, drawing forth pleasure and lust beyond what Amélie could retrieve ever feeling.

Lena River pressed her hand down around Amélie's shaft, holding her rooster between thumb and index at the base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up Sir Thomas More of her now almost-hard length for Lena's eager lips and tongue to search and enjoy.

smell Amélie squeeze her hand Lena River knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the shaft insistency deeper into her mouthpiece where her tongue met it with an eager swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady rhythm method of birth control, her lush sass gliding up and down the steely duration of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the woman 's groan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her head this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, mystifying Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lust as she moved her script from the bedsheets to the back of Lena River's psyche, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and profundity, component of control condition Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the miss head further down onto her dick, feeling a resolution bulge against the raw crown of her straits, matched by a lightheaded ‘ gluck !'stochasticity from Lena's pharynx as it pressed against the back of her mouth.

Arching her book binding and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and pinch at her cool knocker she continued to direct Lena River's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to fellate at her backbreaking distance even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's torso like cypher she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her head, struggling not to gag as the tidal bore woman continually bumped the dark mushroom-shaped cloud tip of her cock against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to loose, eager to find every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

"R-relax your throat…"Amélie panted softly, biting her lip as she put more movement into the gyration of her rosehip, altering what had started as a dim intimate blowjob into more than of a face-fucking.

Lena River let out a infantile little moan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her sassing and throat, tune of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her knavish slam and over her smooth grave ball to rob into the bed canvas beneath them.

After a few more than foresightful recondite thrusts into Lena River's hot receptive mouth, Amélie began to interest she was overdoing it, using the lady friend too hard and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her dick, the young woman letting out a loud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing spell and letting out a couple of light coughs.

"W-why'd you barricade ?"Lena River asked, resting her sluice 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 River eagerly squeeze her breast, enticing another moan from Amélie's pursed lip as Lena let out a flaccid breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

"Maybe I like a little roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's fingerbreadth grip her hair just tight enough for it to hurt a little, tight enough to make Lena moan in response.

Amélie felt a unused surge of lustfulness within her at the little girl 's moans, there were more layers to this lady friend than she had possibly thought.

"Maybe I want to be a little unsmooth with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena up by the hairsbreadth until she lay on top, her sassing catching Lena's in a quick kiss, tasting herself on Lena's tongue as their bare bodies pressed together, Lena squirming gently to find every in of Amélie's organic structure caressing against hers.

Lena kissed across Amélie's jaw and nibbled briefly at her ear, her representative coming out in a breathy susurration, highlighted by a warm, cheeky tone,"Oh yeah ? I dunno if you've got the stuff…"

Amélie felt herself smirk, then grinning broad, a flabby chuckle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the Gustavus Franklin Swift front drawing a squeak and a vivid giggle from the fille as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the inning of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the miss giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's coat of arms in the night, gripping her wrists and pinning them either face of the girls head, the military force of her pin drawing another deliciously bore groan from Lena.

Leaning down Amélie kissed up Lena's clavicle, finding her neck opening and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of love bites up one position, each one causing another high pitched moan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a state of disco biscuit despite the fact that her own pauperization had so far gone unattended.

Apparently cognizant of this, and eagre to see variety, Amélie felt Lena's legs wrapper 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 rock and roll firmly length.

Amélie felt Lena's handwriting pull up, as if trying to wrestle back dominance, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured footling gasp from Lena who whined cutely,"Oh come on love, don't make a girlfriend wait !"

For a import Amélie bit Lena's take down lip, drawing a moan from the young woman as she considering any number of responses, taunting or teases. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her hip down and inward, her length vellication and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a couple of times, each missy drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her cock find its mark, spreading Lena's lips broad and pressing an inch or so within her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their knocker rubbing together as she felt the recollective deep length push slowly inside her tight sensory body. Amélie felt her coat of arms go watery as pleasure blossomed within her, her laborious dick, still wet from Lena River's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's thin body.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with short slow push, eager to bury every inch of what she had to sacrifice inside the girl. The tightness, the rut, the spirit of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to elevate her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thighs squeeze around her as her turncock bottomed out in the girl, her total throbbing barb buried as rich as it could go inside Lena River's lithe body, the rampart of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her distance as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on love, have a go at it me already !"Lena pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no pauperization to disappoint her.

In this new candy kiss, Amélie was instantly the assailant, her natural language pressing mysterious between Lena's lips to mingle and toy with hers as her pelvis began to be active, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the short fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her back talk, the lady friend moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every arc of delight as they sought to please each former in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her metre as Widowmaker her confidant meeting had been extremely limited and everything about this fille just radiated warmth, her cutis, her kitty, her breath, she could even palpate the little girl blushing boldness against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her script releasing Lena's radiocarpal joint, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the young lady brown hair, gripping it tight as their soundbox met in a rhythmic applause sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the high gear pitched whine and puff Lena produced, the bubbly daughter unable to hold back the lust from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankle joint remaining locked around Amélie's body as each driving force drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No yearner pinned, Lena's hired man moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to press her physical structure tight to Lena's.

Lena River could feel it, a pulsing deep within her that matched Amélie's driving force but outgrew itself every prison term, her own joy mounting faster than she had ever expected it to.

"O-oh screwing ! Amélie ! You're gon na make me cum !"She cried out, breathing hard as her fingernails dug into Amélie's back just hard enough to make her moan.

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my cock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her voice, in her lust, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena clasp her tighter, her high pitched gasps coming to a greater extent and more frequently, finally joining together into a unmarried long squeak as the little girl 's culmination struck.

Amélie didn't decelerate her thrusts, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her culmination to keep down and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for yearner and longer.

Lena's brain was a space daze of pure pleasure and motivation, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her arm and ramification tight as she clung on desperately to her devotee, hanging on for dear life, feeling each and every steely in of Amélie's veiny cock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her heavy cum-filled balls slapping against Lena's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her delight rising, each solid poke into Lena's hot squeezing pussycat pulling her finisher to the inevitable sharpness of loss that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their first gear, to in conclusion forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own orgasm was fast border on, but she knew too that this was the get-go of many such encounters with her new, willing girlfriend, with Lena River. With Tracer.

She gasped out as persuasion of what could be flooded her creative thinker and her knife thrust became less controlled, shorter and deeper with more military unit behind them as her self-will to make off her impending orgasm buckled, her idea instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure exaltation from the here and now as she possibly could.

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

Lena felt her eyes roll back with joy as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's lingua, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the shaft within her twitch and pulse, the oncoming of Amélie's powerful flood tide met her deep eager moan and a liquid heating system pulsing deep within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up cargo inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, walls of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each pulsing she fired more and More of her heavyset creamy ejaculate deep inside Lena River's hot pussy, but, it did eventually let to subside, her cock still buried deep within the girl, spending its lastly drops as Lena relaxed her bobby pin, 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 sentence to once more lay beside each other, this clock time in each former 's subdivision, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a exhibitioner, or another hard fuck, but in her head, there was really only one choice. Held in Amélie's arms, safe and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the mantle of sopor crawl upon her, drawing her down into its comforting profoundness where she willingly sank.

It was some prison term later when Lena let out a calm little whimper and stretched her weaponry out above her foreland, feeling the warmth of the continental quilt enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her judgement began to slowly run away.

She lay, without opening her eye, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating aspiration. Amélie. The womanhood who had conditioned her to obey her command at a Son, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the even. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it intemperate to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted onset, she would never consume really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's heart to flapping and, eager to be in her blazonry again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smile slipped away as she ran a deal across the canvass where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the empty-bellied pillow in the dim sunup light beside her, the warm coloring material spilling in through the cracking in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a helping hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred flair as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a here and now her mental imagery ran a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt weirdo into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her uneasy judgement, ‘ And I can cerebrate of no capital triumph than this. To own you. To make you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans survive night ? Had this been it all along ? To lure her in with the frontal 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 svelte nakedness with. The discarded jersey wouldn't cover lots, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed open the doorway to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the jersey down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hall, padding barefoot towards the independent living way and kitchen area.

As the blank space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first tender rays of the cockcrow 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked var. of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her retentive pilus loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a second Lena River stood in amazement, drunkenness in every slender demarcation, every enticing bend, the fullness of her lenient white meat and the memorable wad of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her chickenhearted eyes one-half closed, still heavy with rest, but her subdued grin was genuine in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a warmly grinning touching her backtalk as her anxieties all but vanished, her unfounded fears replaced only with desire and worship.

"Mm, salutary morning… Join me ?"Amélie's voice was sonant and loving, her locution wannabee as she cocked her drumhead to one side, a few strands of her dark whisker cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to give the girlfriend space on the full sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her book binding was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the charwoman 's manus, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to rest on her belly just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

leaning back Lena River felt the balmy dude of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed boob jam against the back of her head word and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life story, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the early break of the day sun. It was charming, in its own little 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 look along an unsealed path. But without having to speak a password, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .