Three seconds. Three all-important seconds. It was a endangerment, she knew, to own an stallion plan relying on such a small window of time, but a lot can hap in three secondment, the trick was making them unavoidable, creating a fasten path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the latterly night light, a shadow in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lights which formed the pattern of a spiders eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a bunker you first have to lure in the quarry, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can make them believe they have the pep pill handwriting they'll get positive, perhaps too surefooted.

She scanned through the various still images on her vizor as she peered out of the surface windowpane waiting for the tattler blue streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the short whippets'front on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

"You never really get wind do you, sleep with ?"Came a saccharine interpreter, 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 easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her foundation precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A flash of livid from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a shell as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the warped typical ‘ zip'of tracer slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of abbreviated mechanical whirring from sniper to snipe mode the bouncing brit's twin pulsation pistols were superior for this flesh of fold quartern combat.

"Off in a precipitation ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a doorway and into the widely corridor of her Chosen abandoned edifice which had just happened to leave out at a distance a particularly full of life powerfulness site, enough of a butt to warrant tracer bullet response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a account of marks in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled sharpshooter, but in many of their numerous face-off 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 keep running, to make it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the might facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, lyric !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a jiffy of blue as another watercourse of shots zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her foresighted ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting close and could sense the second approaching, a branching course that either led to her triumph or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her foray back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the piazza up in a hail of fully robotlike subterfuge flaming, just a little boost, she could see the window and the building opposite, the trap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of attack in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise noesis of her shots, clicked the empty rifle various times as if surprised to rule herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dark assassinator without her appreciate weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unparalleled chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her expression as a spray of tracer 's pulsing pistols shattered the windowpane before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her handwriting reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible cadence of her heart devising finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling claw blasted out and up, catching her 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 world displacement around her as she appeared out over the alley, her heartbeat pistol shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrists 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 windowpane on the far building, shard of glass glistening and reflecting what pale moonshine there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their metrical foot Widowmaker's mind counted every second with precision, this was the decisive phase angle. She was on her feet first, her history as a danseuse giving her assuredness and balance beyond that of tracer when she was not in the mental process of blinking around. Deux.

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

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

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

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

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the skittle alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as soberness took its unforgiving delay on her, trying to catch any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her movement only served to slow her inevitable declivity to the priming coat below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy story of the back street with a heavy clump and a bad sounding tornado from her chronal accelerator.

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

The venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the safety valve of her accelerator pedal recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and cringe out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

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

With a dry chuckle she began to let down herself down, in no spate as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the ease of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad flesh of tracer bullet, sat slumped against a bulwark, breathing tough and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm cadence, her faux scare 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 disorientation in her bright vivacious voice medicine to Widowmaker 's ear.

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 promote the missy 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to attend into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eye,"Now sleep, matter 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 headspring, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its keep on her.

tracer's pipe dream were less than pleasant, confusedness and painfulness, concern and holy terror, all mix in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too black to be really. Movement, pain, euphony ? blossom ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscle aching and her head throbbing, though at the very to the lowest degree the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her full torso comfortably spread out over a cushy 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 eyes opening to narrow pussy, the bright light of the way blinding, her imagination blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep sopor she had been in, seeing the obscure schema of a person.

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

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

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

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

tracer raised a bridge player as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to witness that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hired hand over her center, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her wooden leg underneath her, a thick duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

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

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

tracer bullet felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to afford her eyes, seeing her Thomas More clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, soft brow raised, a cup in one helping hand held out towards Tracer, the limpid inside shadow 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 look to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants.

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

"Why ? ..."

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

"No, I mean, why am I awake ? Why aren't you trying to kill me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her voice regaining a small More of its girlish vibration,"Making 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 scrap were always so incredibly fast step with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet school pace that she seldom got to take in her without either of them moving at some speed. After a moment of staring at the svelte human body and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost unperceivable hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What secret plan ?"

Amélie shot Lena a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still entire as it wound down her back,"The eternal 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 nerve a piddling heater and she raised a hand, running it through her short shadow hair, messing it back up into its rightful place,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your niggling booster swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eyes around the sparsely beautify room. She didn't have much in the way of monomania, but the like of Winston rampaging through here would do her walls, base and ceilings little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpet between her toes, seeing her bare legato legs for the first sentence and noticing the tee 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 as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena River, and I will explain."

Lena River eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

"W-what, what was that ! How did you hold me do that !"Lena River protested, her consistence fighting her as she tried to sit up again, but it was as if her brawniness were no longer under her control.

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her hand, unnaturally coolheaded to the hint, coming to reside on Lena's slim pale thigh.

The young woman'cheeks flushed red as she parted her back talk 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 head is a little less your own, and a little More mine, mon amour."

Lena River swallowed hard as she stared, eyes across-the-board like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off colour complexion.

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same chill travel down her acantha again,"You will never hurt me or aim to shoot me, you will come dwelling to me here every nighttime, as my new tiny amie, lady friend. 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 lenient eager squeeze.

"Any query, mon affaire ?"

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

"Mm… My footling Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spats I have grown to look up to your persistency and potency, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief childlike moment of surprise that played across Lena River's attractive features,"These matter would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are fair game. And a prize. And I can think of no groovy victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

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

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

"Not blooming likely…"Lena said, her soft voice edged with desperation.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger through Lena 's short brown hairsbreadth,"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 eyes locked, their lips mere inches apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"buss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath escape valve in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena followed suit, her center closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the woman 's lip find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their start kiss.

For Amélie, a dead on target candy kiss was something dull, reserved and exploratory, an experience to be savoured, slow and construction to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena River however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new imprinted wills of her supple body.

Amélie let out a balmy little moan as she felt her sass play slow and testingly against the relatively acute warmth of Lena's own, the girl's helping hand moving to perch on Amélie's waist through the lose weight cloth of her jersey, caressing the bender of her own slender body.

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

One of the girlfriend hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck, raising her headspring up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the former between Amélie's thighs, the girls other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to lie on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the easy cool down skin of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any likeness of a slow down osculation was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the young woman's tongue slipped eagerly between the French charwoman 's lip, beginning an acute dance of lecherousness and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her hairgrip on Lena's weapon system, holding her gently as she responded in variety. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spreading through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British people girl since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any illusion she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The daughter was so like and unlike herself, their design not different, but their outlooks and attitudes so different. To begin with, tracer bullet sonorousness and devil-may-care nature had irritated her, but in fourth dimension she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of champion and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thought were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awfully lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress gamey until, at finish, under the smooth framework of her jersey the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full but low boob, squeezing it as they made out, the missy knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting More impedance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned tracer bullet, taming Lena into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery story to her. In this example, she had ordered Lena to snog 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 ‘ substantial kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a niggling firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her handle and her keep, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

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

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's impudence, but Lena turned her head away, all wisecrack and scuttlebutt gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry niggling chuckle,"Mm, suit of clothes yourself."

Lena kept her fountainhead turned away as she listened to Amélie rising and step from the room, her step so quiet that Lena River was only cognisant she was alone when she heard the click of the door.

She lay on her English facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for ascendency throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thought process were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and feelings for Widowmaker, the anger for her offence, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something unlike.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the jersey she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the choker above her mouth, scrunching up the material slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly contain flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena River closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a farseeing shaky breathing place, her mind turn over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no question. But ... Had she been ordered to revel it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clearing in an instant, her optic going all-embracing, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the quite a little before her.

On the bedside table in front of her sat a single cup, the table of contents 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 familiar passion giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a probationary sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a decelerate sip, then let out a foresightful fill sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, thoughtless, cold-skinned, brutal, assassinator monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own precariousness clear in her voice.

After a instant she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her prat and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of plain melanise step-in. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. percentage of her wanted to leap from the windowpane, escape into the city, but every spunk 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 candy kiss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given thought to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee joint pressing between her thigh, 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 chocolate at her articulatio cubiti which rested on the countertop, her ribbon supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old Good Book, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her cascade starting up. For a bit Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space.

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

"How was your shower ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a single brow.

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

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

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the Saami shirt, she had acquired a pair of jeans from Amélie's water closet,"Yeah well, y'know, they fit, and I didn't fantasy 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 weapon system 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 dolt question, but Lena River had seemed at least open to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to build between them. The hard gaze Lena River gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her ovolo, furrowing her supercilium before oral presentation,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a 1 arched brow,"tone, 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 cadency quite pleasant Lena River view, at least when it wasn't laced with the common snarkiness or malice, as it had been in nearly of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her Word of God and took a sip of her burnt umber, thinking for a farsighted moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his eternal rest, I think I was, in every way, the monstrosity you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a mother wit of loss. But you know, now, every Noel I leave a rose on his tomb. 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 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 falsify whatever you like."

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

Amélie gave her a compressed flavour,"Dieu, tell me you can make ?"

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 angle against the bar, watching Amélie.

"Ha, sunshine love,"Lena said, a footling winning smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her eyes 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 nothing crucial, favouring music, the atmospheric condition, and anything else that meant null. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the presence of each other in this new non-hostile environment.

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

"So, which bed is mine ? I 'm gettin'sleepy."Lena River asked, standing at a jaunty angle, hand on hip, her other covering her mouth 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 fabric of her T-shirt fashioning it adapt to her curves, she glanced sidelong at Lena,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

Lena looked a little unsettled, but by no mean value surprised,"You want me to catch some Z's with you ?"

"Of course of instruction,"Amélie let out a dry chortle,"It gets frigid alone."

Lena stayed silent for a hanker import, her gaze 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."

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

Amelia watched her go, her heart 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 options before, with a tripping suspiration she stood, sauntering after the britt and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off visible light as she went.

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

After a long minute interruption, Lena nodded her mind towards the idle switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the twinkle or what love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the aspect for a few Thomas More seconds before lazily reaching out a script, a fiddling 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 screening, the absolute shadow was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmth of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of repressed accent, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

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

For a little patch, the two of them lay beside each early, each on their back, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute shadow. But the quiet was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out cushy,"Pétale ?"

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a dusty feeling, fingers running across her broad pelvic girdle, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the smooth skin of her warm stomach.

Breathing quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her point swell slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to come home on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body notice her own, the soft swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her cover, the fair sex 's olfactory organ against the back of Lena's cervix, her hint tickling as their legs intertwined, every inch of the cool cleaning lady seemingly seeking out the estrus Lena's body offered.

Though the wafture of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep flutter in her chest of drawers as Amélie spooned her, the but sound in the room their gentle ventilation, though Amélie's was almost unperceivable next to Lena River's.

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

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to do to pillow atop of Amélie's. For a import null, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the silklike tegument of Lena's stomach and in a reciprocal activity, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena River whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a diffused disturbance as she exhaled, Lena could feel the gentle vibrations of the hum against her neck.

"Are you… Are you gon na use that flower petal matter to form 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 recondite hungering for the slender girl, a lusting for her.

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

Lena River felt her eye beating faster, Amélie's finger tracing small circles across her stomach as they held hands.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a here and now, inhaling the sweet smell of the female child 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 fille squirmed around.

Even with her raise vision in the absolute dark of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the build of the girl, merely feel the warmness of her comportment. She waited, unsure as to what to anticipate from Lena River. In all the program she had made having Lena River so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, different to before. She felt Lena River's breathing time against her brim, could feel the fille heartbeat, straightaway and excited against her chest. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried bang this prison term, Lena no longer frantic to osculate ‘ like she meant it ’, but decelerate and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more reserved, easy kisses, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hands to Lena's body, caressing her sleeve and shank as they kissed.

As meter melted away Lena's reservation 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's men caressed up her sides.

After a slow and sexual saltation of tongues between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena's blink of an eye over the posture of her own, hammering away in her chest, a uncommon occurrence for her.

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

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

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her hand to caress Amélie's cheek, feeling the indistinctness of her skin under her thumb as she touched her,"... Want ... to a greater extent ?"

"Sir Thomas More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her handwriting till her fingers were laced in Lena's stylish tomentum, pulling her back down into another eager osculation, one that they both melted into.

After a few long moments, their torso intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hand to lie of the young woman 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her flaccid length upwards a lilliputian, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's heavyset ass.

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

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hips made dumb circles, gently grinding her length against the young lady atop of her.

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

Amélie felt a leap in desire as Lena let out a soft, high pitched gasp of pleasance, Amélie's paw closing around and squeezing Lena's modest bosom, lifting them on her chest and pressing them tight, feeling the girls delicate pink pap, hard between her finger as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light slight groan as little sparks of pleasance buzzed across her bureau, Amélie's rude coldness, a side result of her slower heartbeat, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipple, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the infinite between their bodies to the gunpoint where Amélie's handwriting were forced to retreat around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmth of one of the girl 's buoyant chest press against her sassing and nose.

Biting her lip Lena River let out another gentle groan, her brass flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's sass close around the house bud of one nipple, the sucking and slow swirling motion of her lingua having more of an effect on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long meter, like there was a mystifying connection to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a piano whine of protest as, after a few long moments of letting her manoeuvre with both the fille nipples, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the missy nipple from between her backtalk with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a close shave of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone of voice in her voice, her hands coming to catch one's breath on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an tidal bore squeeze.

Lena let out an almost anxious 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 pulling away from her grasp, her hands moving down across her thigh to come to rest on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena River started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving minuscule little butterfly kiss against the cleaning lady 's nerveless smooth skin, taking the continental quilt with her as she moved, exposing them both to the aplomb night air of their room.

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

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her body down between the bravo 's legs, quietly slipping off her disgraceful scanty, her own legs kicking back and Forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the sleeping phallus through the cloth as her fingers traced up and closed around the soft poise dig of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a lilliputian as the hot finger closed around her common cold appendage, biting her lip as she felt it nip gently in the young lady 's delicate clutches, her words coming out a little shaky, her breathing spell noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, have intercourse ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft warmth of her brim to the thick prominence of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena couldn't help but to crimson crimson in the dark, feeling an odd gumption of control over Amélie as she was begged for more than. For a moment she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their clash and fighting beforehand. An integral chronicle of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating violent storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her hand from Amélie's shorts Lena River reached up, hooking her ovolo under the tight elastic band band of her boxers to jiggle them down over Amélie's broad hips. To assist Amélie raised her rear end off the bed, neatly arching her back to admit them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her hammer 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 perspective between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any scurvy. Eager to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her digit closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's stopcock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few obtuse solidus, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its slick smoothness, her other hand sliding up Amélie's body to rest on her belly, more than for her own musical accompaniment than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, fingerbreadth once more lock as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to give up 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 admonition, closed her back talk around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heat of her mouth where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as joy engulfed the soft tip of her hammer, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to spellbind at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slow and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the subdued distance as it began to well up, a slow outgrowth, but with the Base of her beam of light held in Lena River's tight suitcase, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the missy came face to face with her broad size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the bodily process of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow to rise in her wet eager mouth, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side gist of Amélie's slowed inwardness rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in aegir trivial question as Lena's hot mouth slid up and down her length, drawing onward joy and lust beyond what Amélie could hark back ever feeling.

Lena pressed her bridge player down around Amélie's irradiation, holding her cock between ovolo and forefinger at the al-Qaeda, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up More of her now almost-hard duration for Lena River's bore lips and tongue to explore and enjoy.

tactual sensation Amélie squeeze her hand Lena River knew the upshot she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock press deeper into her mouth where her tongue met it with an eager convolution and lap.

Lena River settled into a steady rhythm, her lush sassing gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined prick, the fair sex '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, deeper Lena River, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her phonation laden with lust as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the dorsum of Lena River's head word, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and deepness, elements of control Lena seemed all too glad to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girlfriend head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness bump against the tender Crown of her caput, matched by a idle ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena's throat as it pressed against the backrest of her mouth.

Arching her back and guiding Lena's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her aplomb boob she continued to direct Lena's caput up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck at her hard duration even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's consistence like null she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie manoeuvre her heading, struggling not to gag as the aegir woman continually bumped the night mushroom tip of her cock against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, eager to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized distance within her.

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

Lena 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 racket emanating from her backtalk and pharynx, telephone line of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick shaft and over her smooth backbreaking ball to soak into the bed piece of paper beneath them.

After a few Thomas More long rich poking into Lena's hot receptive mouth, Amélie began to occupy she was overdoing it, using the miss too hard and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her turncock, the girl letting out a trashy gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a couple of light-colored coughs.

"W-why'd you stop ?"Lena asked, resting her blush nerve 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 boob, enticing another groan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena let out a soft breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

"Maybe I like a niggling roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's fingers grip her hair just tight enough for it to smart a little, cockeyed enough to build Lena River groan in response.

Amélie felt a fresh upsurge of lust within her at the lady friend 's moans, there were More bed to this girl than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then grin all-inclusive, a piano 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 cause drawing a close call and a brilliant giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the daughter giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's arms in the dark, gripping her carpus and pinning them either slope of the little girl foreland, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

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

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see modification, Amélie felt Lena River's leg wrap around her shank, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock hard length.

Amélie felt Lena River's hands rive up, as if trying to wrestle back restraint, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured niggling gasp from Lena who whined cutely,"Oh come on love, don't make a girl wait !"

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

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her hips down and inward, her length twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot back talk of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a dyad of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her cock find its score, spreading Lena's rim broad and pressing an inch or so within her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest of drawers pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the long thick length energy slowly inside her tight receptive body. Amélie felt her arms go frail as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard putz, still wet from Lena's tending easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena River's slender dead body.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself bass with short slow thrusts, aegir to sink every inch of what she had to gift inside the young woman. The tightness, the heat, the flavor of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to farm her joy to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's second joint hug around her as her prick bottomed out in the girl, her entire pounding shaft buried as thick as it could go inside Lena's lithe organic structure, the paries of her cunt squeezing down on her, milking her duration as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her tongue pressing deep between Lena River's mouth to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena River moaning into her oral fissure, the female child moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every Muriel Sarah Spark of delight as they sought to delight each former in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most deluge sensation that mingled with the pleasance. In all her time as Widowmaker her confidant coming upon had been extremely limited and everything about this girl just radiated warmth, her skin, her pussy, her breath, she could even feel the girlfriend blushing impertinence against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her deal releasing Lena's radiocarpal joint, one supporting her weight as the former once again tangled in the female child brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly female child unable to hold back the lust from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's body as each stab drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No yearner pinned, Lena's bridge player moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to press her body nasty to Lena River's.

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

"O-oh screwing ! Amélie ! You're gon na defecate 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 River, yes ! Cum on my cock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her articulation, in her lust, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena River clutch her tighter, her mellow pitched gasps coming More and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long squeak as the daughter 's sexual climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow her jab, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her dick into the shaking lady friend clock time and meter again, not allowing her climax to tame and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for longer and longer.

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

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena River whimpered out loudly, her implements of war and leg tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for honey life story, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny rooster as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her gruelling cum-filled balls slapping against Lena's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could find her pleasure revolt, each solid stab into Lena's hot squeezing pussy pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of release that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their first, to stopping point forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own flood tide was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the first of many such meeting with her new, will girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thought process of what could be flooded her mind and her stab became less controlled, unforesightful and profoundly with more force out behind them as her willpower to book off her impending climax buckled, her creative thinker instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as practically pure ecstasy from the present moment as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena and herself just enough for her to drop off a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her rachis as she felt Amélie's hand close around her pharynx, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her head and asserting dominance as Amélie's tongue once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her centre roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's natural language, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitching and pulse, the onset of Amélie's powerful sexual climax met her oceanic abyss eager moans and a liquid heat energy pulsing rich within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of delight, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, walls of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each heartbeat she fired more and more than of her thick creamy seed deep inside Lena River's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to subside, her cock still buried deep within the girl, spending its net drops as Lena relaxed her clutch, the span of them breathing tough, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another toilsome fuck, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's limb, safe and impregnable, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the cover of sopor creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some clock time later when Lena let out a quiet little whimper and stretched her arms out above her head, feeling the warmth of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly unthaw away.

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the store of the day before seeped in through the retreating ambition. Amélie. The char who had conditioned her to obey her command at a word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it intemperate to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's center to fluttering and, eager to be in her arms 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 hand across the shroud where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the evacuate pillow in the dim morning swooning beside her, the quick colouration spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hired hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any meter reading of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a moment her vision ran a small wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt creeping into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her nervous brain, ‘ And I can recall of no outstanding victory than this. To own you. To puddle you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last night ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the frontage of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

Feeling her anxiousness go up she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nakedness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn't cover a great deal, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed undefendable the door to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the jersey down, protecting her reserve as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living room and kitchen area.

As the space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first lovesome re of the morning 's spark poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hair loose as it hung down her book binding, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming livid porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena River stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing breaking ball, the fullness of her soft breast and the memorable mint of her thick dick resting against one of her off colouring material second joint. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellowness eyes one-half closed, still grave with sleep, but her soft smile was real in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a affectionate grinning touching her lips as her anxiousness all but vanished, her baseless awe replaced only with desire and idolization.

"Mm, in force morning… join me ?"Amélie's voice was soft and loving, her expression aspirant as she cocked her straits to one side, a few strands of her dark hair's-breadth cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to make the girlfriend space on the all-embracing sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her back was pressed to Amélie's abdominal cavity, one of the woman 's workforce, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to rest on her abdomen just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

lean back Lena felt the piano crestless wave of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the vertebral column of her drumhead and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a effortless sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life, she had never dreamt her program of kidnap and conditioning would leave 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 stock for them in the hereafter, how they would bring in it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would front along an uncertain path. But without having to address a discussion, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .