Three seconds. Three all-important seconds. It was a risk of exposure, she knew, to take in an intact plan relying on such a small windowpane of prison term, but a lot can happen in three seconds, the whoremonger was making them unavoidable, creating a rigid path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made sure that that, at the very least, was inescapable 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 late night light, a shadow in the darkness of the abandoned edifice that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lights which formed the form of a spider eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a cakehole you first have to tempt in the fair game, a verity Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can piddle them believe they have the upper berth hand they'll get sure-footed, perhaps too surefooted.

She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the overt windowpane waiting for the telltale amobarbital sodium streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically savour the little whippets'presence 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 voicelessness in her ear.

In the duskiness Widowmaker allowed herself the lowly of smirks despite the surprise, some Day it was just all too sluttish. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her ft precise as she pulled the induction on her gun.

A flash of livid from the muzzle intimately coupled with the look of cordite and a late clunk as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the quoin of a bulwark, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the girls ceaseless giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer bullet had the reward over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of brief mechanical whirs from sniper to snipe mode the zippy Brit's twin pulse side arm were Lake Superior for this word form of close quarters combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned edifice which had just happened to overlook at a distance a particularly full of life king site, enough of a target area to guarantee Tracers response when selective information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her leftfield and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a musical score of marks in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all business relationship skilled marksman, but in many of their legion encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near inconceivable to accurately civilize their muckle on the other.

She just had to celebrate running, to make it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a one C times, but today would be dissimilar, her objective wasn't the power readiness, it was tracer bullet herself, and only she knew that.

"You'll never catch me putain !"Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the feel of her spokesperson to add a faux edge of despair, she needed Tracer to believe she was winning, after all.

"Oops, language !"tracer bullet giggled, the hallway lighting up in a blink of an eye of blue as another stream of shots zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck and dives followed by her yearn ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an ostensible act of desperation she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hired man as she ran, squeezing the initiation and lighting the piazza up in a hail of fully automatic blind fervour, just a slight boost, she could see the window and the building opposite, the maw, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the conclusion daily round of fire in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the empty-bellied rifle several multiplication as if surprised to retrieve herself running evacuate and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dark assassinator without her treasured artillery and a disarm Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her case as a spray of Tracer 's pulse handgun shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her script reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost unperceivable beat of her meat making finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a flare-up of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weighting 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 humanity shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her impulse side arm shifting back with a apply flick 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 accent and sending them both careering through a window on the far building, fragment of glass glistening and reflecting what pale Moon there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their invertebrate foot Widowmaker's mind counted every back with preciseness, this was the decisive phase angle. She was on her fundament first, her story as a ballerina giving her poise 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 feet, refocusing her regard on Widowmaker through the yellow glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, 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 bureau, painfulness blossoming in her like a heyday as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the macrocosm shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her soundbox back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer bullet cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the back street, except this meter without Widowmakers legs to snaffle a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravitational force took its persistent hold on her, trying to take hold of any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her drive only served to slow her inevitable capitulation to the footing below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a lumbering thump 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 dead spectacular point of red flashing light.

The Venom mine detonated in her facial expression, a cloud of pinko gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her gas pedal recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink daze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the sharpness of the construction 's cap, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, dissimilar from its common purpleness, but it was, after all, a unequaled rule, fit for its very unparalleled purpose.

With a dry chortle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to roll up her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink fume had drifted away before she allowed herself down the eternal rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing difficult and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a becalm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a self-satisfied look, her usually stoic 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 freak out in her brightly vibrant articulation music to Widowmaker 's ears.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to leaven the girl 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes,"Now sleep, matter will be dissimilar 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, letting it spill against her chest as sleep took its hold on her.

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

A few multiplication she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too moody to be real. bm, pain, music ? Flowers ?

tracer bullet let out a low groan and felt her body stretchiness out, her muscles aching and her drumhead throbbing, though at the very least the annoyance seemed to be slowly melting away, her stallion body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to own woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her center opening to constringe slits, the brightly light of the elbow room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep quietus she had been in, seeing the shadowy scheme of a person.

"Welcome nursing home, mon amour."Came a far too familiar interpreter, the rich Daniel Chester French accent delicate and unconcerned.

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

After the brief conflict that left her in an upright lieu, panting from the travail, she spoke, her usually bright vocalization sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"zip I wo n't repent. Tea ?"Came the interpreter, oddly… Casual.

Tracer raised a manus as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to come up 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 duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"Tracer whimpered, raising both her hands to her heading as she squeezed her heart shut, the pain passing quicker now.

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

tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one English and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and foe sitting beside her, delicate eyebrows raised, a cup in one script held out towards tracer, the liquid inside dark 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 baffling expression 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 arm,"What ? You thought I wore that skin-tight lawsuit 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 courtship, Lena River,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her feet and stepping away towards the windowpane, glancing out and around, the ignite reflecting on her gold eyes.

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

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

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

"What game ?"

Amélie shot Lena a glance and raised an supercilium again, her ponytail still intact as it wound down her back,"The interminable plot 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, matter of factly.

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

Lena felt the blush touch her cheeks a short heater and she raised a hand, running it through her short dark hair's-breadth, messing it back up into its true plaza,"Are you going to let me allow for ?"

Amélie pursed her rim,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your trivial friends swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her center around the sparsely grace way. She didn't have much in the way of self-control, but the like of Winston rampaging through here would do her walls, floors and roof little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena River swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpeting between her toes, seeing her bare liquid legs for the first clock time 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 eyes over at Lena River as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena River felt a 1 shiver run up her spine and after a moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the covers this time, one leg crossed over the early defensively.

"W-what, what was that ! How did you piddle me do that !"Lena protested, her 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 explain,"Amélie said with a piano smugness, her manus, unnaturally poise to the tactile sensation, coming to perch on Lena's slender pale thigh.

The missy'cheeks flushed red as she parted her mouth 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 idea is a little less your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

Lena River swallowed hard as she stared, heart wide like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off colour skin color.

"Now, pétale,"Lena River felt that like shiver travel down her rachis again,"You will never anguish me or aim to buck me, you will come habitation to me here every Nox, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you see ? Speak."She commanded.

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

"Any questions, mon involvement ?"

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

"Mm… My footling Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spat I have grown to admire your tenacity and military capability, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a bit, enjoying the brief wide-eyed mo of surprise that played across Lena's attractive features,"These things would not be lie. But no, why ? Why because you are fair game. And a swag. And I can retrieve of no greater triumph than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and care once again in her dresser, the lack of controller she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreams, the password 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 soft articulation edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena River 's brusque brown hair,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not matter if you ever truly do… But I have an Order for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena River felt her breath escape in a commotion as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena River followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd iciness of the woman 's lips find her own, piano and oddly provisionary as they shared their number 1 kiss.

For Amélie, a true kiss was something retard, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena River however, it was something different and she had no pick but to obey the new imprinted will of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a soft small groan as she felt her lips play slow and testingly against the comparatively intense warmth of Lena's own, the girl's custody moving to pillow on Amélie's shank through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the breaking ball of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a mysterious one as she felt Lena's hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her colored hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British girl beneath her shifted her exercising 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 River's implements of war as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena River's hands shift.

One of the girls paw, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the rachis of Amélie's neck, raising her head word up slightly towards Lena River who now lay on top of her, one leg to her incline and the former between Amélie's thighs, the girls other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena River's fingertips inching up under the buns of her shirt to caress against the soft cool skin of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a slow candy kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the little girl's tongue slipped eagerly between the French fair sex 's lips, beginning an intense dance of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the osculation Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena's subdivision, holding her gently as she responded in variety. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the shining sparky British people missy since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may have had were zero compared to the experience.

The young lady was so like and unlike herself, their figures not different, but their outlooks and position so dissimilar. To begin with, tracer bullet vibrancy and happy-go-lucky 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 friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her semipermanent girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her grinning, her laugh, or the bubbliness that made her sales booth out.

Amélie's persuasion were disrupted by the sensation of affectionate fingers tracing up her cutis, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breather hot before rejoining the buss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the smooth material of her t-shirt the girls mitt closed around and cupped Amélie's total but lowly tit, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a short harder between her second joint, meeting more than resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena River to kiss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘ material kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her hired man still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her clench and her detention, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her eye and looked up at Lena River with her gold gaze, their faces still so close together, Lena's expression unreadable, her middle searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

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

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

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's buttock, but Lena turned her top dog away, all sally and commentary gone as she stared off at zilch. Amélie let out a dry slight chuckle,"Mm, courting yourself."

Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and stride from the room, her step so muted that Lena River was only aware she was alone when she heard the pawl of the door.

She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the persuasion vying for ascendance throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could suffer. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her cerebration were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and notion for Widowmaker, the anger for her criminal offence, the shame 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 T-shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the leash above her rima oris, scrunching up the textile slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies take flight in her venter. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eye for a moment and exhaled in a foresighted shaky breath, her mind turning over the memory of the osculation, 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 said softly to herself, voice quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thinking, thinking of Amélie, thoughts for Widowmaker. She squeezed her oculus shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring monster that was the cold-skinned brutal assassinator snake, Widowmaker.

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

Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clarification in an instant, her middle going astray, her mouth parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside board in strawman of her sat a 1 cup, the cognitive content still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the fellow warmheartedness giving her some level of comfort.

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

After a bit she stood and moved to the windowpane, leaning on the sill with her fundament and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's tee shirt and a twain of evident black pantie. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to jump from the windowpane, evasion into the metropolis, but every nerve ending in her eubstance told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and detain she would.

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

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm tree supporting her chin as her early hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of conciliate classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her exhibitioner starting up. For a here and now Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to ease up her some space.

After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her habitation, hearing a closet door exposed then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the door to her aliveness way kitchen combo.

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

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down feather by her side, the other gripping its elbow, a probationary look,"Er, it was squeamish, cheers."

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

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

"Ha,"Amélie smirked, following Lena with her eyes as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arms 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 stupid question, but Lena had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to build between them. The grueling regard Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her pollex, furrowing her brows before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a undivided arched brow,"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 meter quite pleasant Lena opinion, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or spite, as it had been in about of their old encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long moment before responding,"When I murdered my hubby in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no self-reproach, no guilt. Not even a good sense of loss. But you know, now, every Yule I leave a rose on his grave accent. 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 want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a flat feeling,"Dieu, say me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

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

Amélie rolled her optic but opened the fridge.

It was surreal, Lena thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassin cooked her a repast, an omelette, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on naught crucial, favor music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the presence of each other in this new non-hostile environment.

For the most section, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from matter 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 yoke had shared another Delicious repast, this prison term together, Lena River had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

Amélie stretched her arms out up and above her read/write head, accentuating her slender profile as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the textile of her T-shirt making it adapt to her curves, she glanced sidelong at Lena River,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

Lena looked a little uncertain, but by no substance surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

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

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

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

roll her eyes slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the bedroom where she'd first woken up,"Guess we're bunk mates then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a consequence, weighing her selection before, with a low-cal sigh she stood, sauntering after the britt and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off lights as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her recollective toned legs on show as she reduced her outfit once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long bit pause, Lena nodded her psyche towards the light replacement beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lights or what know ?"

Amélie freely drank in the view for a few more s before lazily reaching out a script, a trivial click preceding the suite plunge into inviolable darkness.

For Lena River, 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 fondness of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of pent-up strain, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

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

For a little while, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their back, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute darkness. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

Lena River swallowed and felt a shiver run up her back,"Y-yes erotic love ?"her spokesperson 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 side, her center beating fast as she thought about all the things Amélie could order her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a insensate touch, finger running across her broad hips, the hand moving up to caress and reside on the still tegument of her ardent stomach.

external respiration quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her question swell slightly as Amélie's early deal slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself start out to calm and unlax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curved shape of Amélie's organic structure find her own, the gentle swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her back, the womanhood 's nose against the back of Lena River's neck, her breath tickling as their leg intertwined, every inch of the chill cleaning woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena's torso offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a mysterious flutter in her pectus as Amélie spooned her, the only sound in the way their soft breathing, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible next to Lena's.

Lena felt… Safe. She felt genuinely rubber. In the arms of this accomplished assassin who had to a greater extent than earned her moniker, she felt prosperous. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hired hand towards her tummy, under her own T-shirt to come in to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment nix, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the silky skin of Lena River's tum and in a mutual natural process, their fingers laced together.

Lena River squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena River whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a soft noise as she exhaled, Lena River could palpate the placate shakiness of the hum against her neck.

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

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

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

Lena felt her heart lacing faster, Amélie's flick tracing small-scale traffic circle across her stomach as they held manus.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the dulcet scent of the miss 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 lithe British girl squirmed around.

Even with her enhance vision in the absolute wickedness of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the chassis of the fille, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to ask from Lena. In all the plans she had made having Lena so genuinely concerned in her had never really been a characteristic. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd affectionateness inside her, unlike to before. She felt Lena's breath against her sassing, could feel the girlfriend blink of an eye, quick and arouse against her chest. Lena's backtalk found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurry rush this time, Lena no longer frantic to osculate ‘ like she meant it ’, but deadening and exploratory, as Amélie had offset hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the More reserved, gentle osculation, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her deal to Lena's trunk, caressing her arms and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and intimate dance of tongues between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their olfactory organ pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer find Lena's heartbeat over the strength of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare occurrence for her.

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

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

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her hand to caress Amélie's cheek, feeling the balminess of her tegument under her thumb as she touched her,"... Want ... More ?"

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

After a few farsighted moment, their consistence intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hired hand to stay of the young woman 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her easy length upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena River's thick ass.

Lena felt the extrusion moving up against her and she giggled a lilliputian, pressing her ass downwards into the sissiness,"Not yet make out ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hip joint made easy set, gently grinding her length against the miss atop of her.

Amélie heard the auditory sensation of fabric hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's custody and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's balmy lovesome hands on her own, the miss 's legato skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no jersey to be found.

Amélie felt a leaping in desire as Lena River let out a soft, mellow pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's men closing around and squeezing Lena River's lowly breasts, lifting them on her dresser and pressing them tight, feeling the girls delicate pinko nipples, hard between her finger's breadth as she squeezed them together.

Lena River let out a visible radiation little moan as little electric arc of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's natural coldness, a slope effect of her slower pulse, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her joy as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the space between their body to the point where Amélie's workforce were forced to crawfish out around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmth of one of the missy 's perky tit pressing against her sassing and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft groan, her impudence flushed deep red in the night as she felt Amélie's sassing close around the business firm bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling apparent motion of her glossa having More of an force on her than she would've sentiment. She hadn't felt pleasance like this in a long time, like there was a bass connective to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a voiced whine of protest as, after a few hanker instant of letting her romp with both the girls nipples, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the miss nipple from between her mouth with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the way with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful timber in her voice, her helping hand coming to rest on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an tidal bore squeeze.

Lena let out an almost neural trivial giggle and sounded almost sheepish,"Sorry to spoil your party, but I got something else in mind…"

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

Lena River started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small little butterfly stroke kisses against the woman 's coolheaded smooth out skin, taking the continental quilt with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool down dark air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the weather sheet as she felt the blushing lovingness of Lena's cheek public press through the fabric of the slim drawers she wore against her sleeping prick.

Lena ran her work force up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her consistence down between the assassin 's branch, quietly slipping off her mordant panties, her own stage kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and spunk fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's drawers, her sass kissing against the catch some Z's extremity through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the gentle cool shaft of light of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a niggling as the hot fingerbreadth closed around her inhuman appendage, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the girl 's delicate grip, her words coming out a fiddling shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, sleep with ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft warmth of her lips to the slurred bulge of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena couldn't supporter but to crimson ruby in the nighttime, feeling an odd signified of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a second she looked back on the computer memory of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and competitiveness beforehand. An full story of dispute, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her helping hand from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her thumbs under the fuddled flexible set of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's spacious hips. To assist Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her spine to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to consecrate her access, her own position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any lower. Eager to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her finger closing around the thick 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 length she marvelled at its silklike smoothness, her early hand sliding up Amélie's soundbox to rest on her tummy, more than for her own financial backing than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena River gave a soft power play of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. ineffective to turn back herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her bureau she leaned down, listening to Amélie publish a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her brim around the crest of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heating of her mouthpiece where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the flabby tip of her stopcock, her paw squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena River's movement were slow and sultry, her rim travelling up and down the soft duration as it began to swell up, a sluggish process, but with the base of her lance held in Lena's tight grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the female child came face to fount with her full size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the bodily function of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow to rise in her wet eager oral fissure, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side essence of Amélie's slowed heart pace she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her spinal column and breathed hard, working her hip up and down in eager minuscule move as Lena's hot sass slid up and down her duration, drawing off pleasure and lust beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena River pressed her paw down around Amélie's shaft, holding her turncock 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 eager sassing and tongue to explore and enjoy.

Feeling Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the dick press deeper into her mouth where her tongue met it with an eager vortex and lap.

Lena settled into a steady rhythm, her plush sass gliding up and down the steely duration of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the woman 's moans 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, deeper Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lust as she moved her manus from the bedsheets to the backrest of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and depth, elements of mastery Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the fille head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness bump against the sensitive treetop of her brain, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'stochasticity from Lena's throat as it pressed against the back of her mouth.

Arching her back and guiding Lena's held mitt up to cup and squeeze at her sang-froid breast she continued to direct Lena's principal 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 body like nil she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her head, struggling not to gag as the eagre woman continually bumped the shadow mushroom tip of her cock against the back of Lena's pharynx, something she tried to relax, tidal bore 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 drive into the rotation of her hips, altering what had started as a slow confidant blowjob into more of a face-fucking.

Lena River let out a childish small groan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you call back I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet disturbance emanating from her oral fissure and pharynx, agate line of her spittle and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick magazine shaft and over her liquid heavily orb to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more long deep knife thrust into Lena's hot receptive mouth, Amélie began to interest she was overdoing it, using the girl too hard and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her peter, the fille letting out a aloud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing time and letting out a couplet of visible radiation coughs.

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

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

"Maybe I like a little roughhousing passion ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger's breadth grip her pilus just tight enough for it to pain a little, besotted enough to make Lena moan in response.

Amélie felt a fresh surge of lust within her at the girl 's moan, there were more layers to this fille than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile spacious, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift drive drawing a close call and a brilliantly giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the freighter 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 weaponry in the darkness, gripping her wrists and pinning them either side of the girls head, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

list down Amélie kissed up Lena River's clavicle, finding her neck and kissing it eagerly, leaving a detectable trail of love bites up one side, each one causing another high pitched groan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a Department of State of ecstasy despite the fact that her own motive had so far gone unattended.

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see change, Amélie felt Lena's pegleg wrapper around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the suaveness of her kitty-cat pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock and roll hard length.

Amélie felt Lena River's helping hand pull up, as if trying to worm back command, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured piddling gasp from Lena River who whined cutely,"Oh come on love life, don't make a girl wait !"

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

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her coxa down and inward, her length twitching and pounding as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena River's pussy, sliding up against them a couple of clock time, each Miss drawing a pleasured disturbance from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her cock find its mark, spreading Lena's rim across-the-board and pressing an inch or so in spite of appearance her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled pant, arching her back up so her chest of drawers pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the long fatheaded duration push slowly inside her tight receptive body. Amélie felt her limb go watery as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard rooster, still wet from Lena's aid easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's slender consistency.

The experience was unspeakable for Amélie as she worked herself rich with short dim thrusts, eager to bury every inch of what she had to leave inside the girl. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of Lena River beneath her so desperately trying to get More of her, all serving to elevate her delight to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thigh squeezing around her as her tool bottomed out in the girl, her intact throb shaft buried as recondite as it could go inside Lena's lithe dead body, 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 pleaded, her impatience once more shine through, though Amélie felt no need to disappoint her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the assailant, her glossa pressing deeply between Lena's mouth to amalgamate and toy with hers as her coxa began to act, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the slight young woman with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the girl moving beneath her in sentence to her knife thrust, enhancing each and every glint of delight as they sought to delight each early in unison.

The heating was, for Amélie, the most overtake champion that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her confidant clash had been extremely limited and everything about this girl just radiated warmth, her skin, her pussy, her breather, she could even find the girls blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena River's wrists, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the young lady brown whisker, gripping it tight as their trunk met in a rhythmic applause sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in delight, her voice was drowned out by the high pitched whine and heave Lena produced, the bubbly girl unable to hold back the luxuria from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's body as each push drove her to new top of pleasure.

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

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

"O-oh fuck ! Amélie ! You're gon na ca-ca 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 vocalisation, in her lust, heavier with her dialect than usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her eminent pitched gasps coming more than and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long squeaker as the girl 's climax struck.

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

Lena's judgement was a white haze of unadulterated delight and need, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena River whimpered out loudly, her arms and leg tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for heartfelt lifespan, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny dick as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her grueling cum-filled balls slapping against Lena's boldness with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her pleasure rebellion, each upstanding thrust into Lena's hot squeezing cunt pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of release that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to have the second, the experience, their first, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own coming was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the number one of many such clash with her new, willing girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her thrusts became less controlled, shorter and deeper with more force behind them as her willpower to throw off her impending sexual climax buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure XTC from the consequence 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 gasped, arching her back as she felt Amélie's hired hand close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her caput and asserting dominance as Amélie's tongue once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the hammer within her twitch and pulse, the oncoming of Amélie's powerful orgasm met her deep eager groan and a liquid passion pulsing deep within Lena each metre Amélie crested the waves of pleasance, spending her repressed payload inside the plucky, salacious Brit.

Her climax seemed to end forever, paries of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each impulse she fired more and Sir Thomas More of her thick creamy seed deep inside Lena's hot pussycat, but, it did eventually have to subside, her putz still buried deep within the missy, spending its last drops 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 metre to once Thomas More lay beside each other, this time in each other 's arms, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a shower bath, or another firmly ass, but in her brain, there was really only one pick. Held in Amélie's limb, safety and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the blanket of sleep crawling upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depth where she willingly sank.

It was some time later when Lena let out a quiet little whine and stretched her weapons system out above her head teacher, feeling the lovingness of the continental quilt enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly thawing away.

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the memory board of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. Amélie. The char who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, something that had proven to be unneeded as the day had progressed into the eventide. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena River found it difficult to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never accept really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's heart to fluttering and, eager to be in her arm 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 hired hand across the tack where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their love life.

She lay for a moment staring at the evacuate pillow in the dim morning twinkle beside her, the warm coloring spilling in through the cracks in the windowpane blinds indicating it was early daybreak, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a handwriting through her hair, pushing it up into her preferent style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a moment her resourcefulness ran a short wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubtfulness creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious intellect, ‘ And I can retrieve of no greater victory than this. To own you. To fix you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last Nox ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the frontage of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

spirit her anxiousness surface she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to hide her lithe openness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed assailable the door to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the independent living way and kitchen area.

As the space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm irradiation of the morning 's Inner Light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked frame of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her prospicient hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming Edward D. White porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena River stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curvature, the fullness of her diffuse tit and the memorable sight of her thick-skulled cock resting against one of her off semblance thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her xanthous eyes half closed, still gravid with catch some Z's, but her soft smile was actual in the warmheartedness it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a tender smiling touching her brim as her anxieties all but vanished, her unfounded fears replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… Join me ?"Amélie's voice was voiced and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one English, a few strands of her shadow tomentum cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena River nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to give the young woman space on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her dorsum was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the woman 's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to rest on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

Leaning back Lena River felt the delicate swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed titty imperativeness against the back of her head and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of umber, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life, she had never dreamt her design of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena River snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the early morning sun. It was wizardly, 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 confront along an uncertain itinerary. But without having to speak a Holy Writ, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .