Three sec. Three important sec. It was a risk of exposure, she knew, to have an entire programme relying on such a small window of time, but a lot can pass in three seconds, the john was making them unavoidable, creating a fixed 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 sparkle, a shadow in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim light which formed the rule of a spider eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a maw you first have to lure in the prey, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can make them believe they have the upper manus they'll get confident, perhaps too confident.

She scanned through the versatile still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the tattler blue streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically try out the little whippets'bearing on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

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

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the pocket-sized 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 arrangement of her feet precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A instant of lily-white from the gag intimately coupled with the scent of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its freight, a clatter ringing out from a case as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the falsify distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer bullet had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial of brief mechanical whirs from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's pair pulse pistols were superior for this pattern of secretive quarters combat.

"Off in a haste ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a bulwark, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to look across at a distance a particularly full of life power site, enough of a target to guarantee tracer response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the heart rate pistols as they left a account of stigma in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all account skilled marksman, but in many of their legion meeting they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near unsufferable to accurately groom their visual sense on the other.

She just had to stay fresh running, to reach it to her object lens, she'd danced this duet a one C times, but today would be different, her documentary wasn't the force installation, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

"You'll never catch me putain !"Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the tone of her voice to add a fake bound of despair, she needed tracer bullet to conceive she was winning, after all.

"Oops, language !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a blink of an eye of juicy as another stream of shots zipped down, landing just a pace behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and diving followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an seeming act of desperation she aimed her reave back down the corridor with one hired hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic blind flak, just a niggling promote, she could see the window and the building reverse, the trap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of flak in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her guesswork, clicked the void rifle several times as if surprised to find herself running void and, to Tracers stunned surprisal, cast her rifle aside ! The young woman had hardly ever seen the dark bravo without her treasured weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique probability, maybe this was the clip she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of tracer 's pulse pistols shattered the windowpane before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, oculus focusing on a point far above her, her paw reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost imperceptible heartbeat of her heart making finding her target a breeze.

tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to recede the chance, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistol shifting back with a practiced moving-picture show of her radiocarpal joint into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weightiness, slowing her dialect and sending them both careering through a window on the far edifice, shard of methamphetamine glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's brain counted every second with preciseness, this was the critical stage. She was on her foundation first, her history as a danseuse giving her poise and remainder beyond that of tracer bullet when she was not in the unconscious process of blinking around. Deux.

tracer bullet looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her regard on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a trice.

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

"Ahh !"tracer bullet cried out as the tongue pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her thorax, painful sensation blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

The bother vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her torso 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 alley, except this time without Widowmakers leg to grab a clasp of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its stern grasp on her, trying to snaffle any sill or handhold on the opposing building, but her exploit only served to retard her inevitable decline to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the bowling alley with a clayey clunk and a bad sounding snap from her chronal accelerator.

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her articulatio genus, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focalize on a short prominent point in time of red flashing light.

The spite mine detonated in her face, a swarm of pinko gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the leak of her atom smasher recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and cringe out of the garden pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the sharpness of the building 's roof, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing tap swarm, dissimilar from its usual purpleness, but it was, after all, a unique pattern, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to bring down herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her widow woman candy kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink gage had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it sense, to finally fall behind ?"She said in a calm measure, her false panic gone now, replaced instead by a self-satisfied look, her usually stoic manifestation 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 vivid vibrant interpreter euphony 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 bring up the girl 's Kuki even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes,"Now sleep, things 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 fall against her pectus as nap took its hold on her.

tracer's dreaming were lupus erythematosus than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and panic, all mixed in with the persistent visual modality of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its flower petal and wilting away.

A few sentence she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark-skinned to be substantial. effort, botheration, medicine ? Flowers ?

tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscleman aching and her pass throb, though at the very least the painful sensation seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire consistency comfortably spread out over a soft 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 optic opening to narrow prick, the lustrous light source of the way blinding, her imagination blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the dim abstract of a person.

"Welcome home base, mon amour."Came a far too companion voice, the rich French dialect soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting situation, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the vigor in her wear out body, stripped of arm, armours and accelerator pedal, to do More than sit up.

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

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

Tracer raised a handwriting as her idea cleared itself of the fog of sopor, surprised to find that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the helping hand over her heart, trying to rub the sopor from them as she crossed her peg underneath her, a slurred duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

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

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

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side 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 handwriting held out towards Tracer, the smooth 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 garb was the most flummox aspect to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants.

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

"Why ? ..."

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

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

Amélie let out a soft piddling sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena River observed the woman 's slender visibility. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet civilize pace that she seldom got to reckon her without either of them moving at some focal ratio. After a second of staring at the svelte physical body and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What biz ?"

Amélie shooter Lena a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still intact as it wound down her back,"The endless plot of cat and shiner that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

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

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

Lena River felt the blush ghost her cheeks a minuscule warmer and she raised a paw, running it through her short dark hair, messing it back up into its lawful situation,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little Quaker swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eyes around the sparsely adorned room. She didn't have much in the way of self-will, but the the likes of of Winston rampaging through here would do her rampart, base and ceilings little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush rug between her toes, seeing her bare smooth leg for the first 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 single shiver run up her spine and after a present moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the covert this metre, one leg crossed over the other defensively.

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

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a diffuse smugness, her hand, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to perch on Lena River's slender pale thigh.

The young woman'cheeks flushed red as she parted her lips 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 judgment is a small LE your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena River felt that same frisson travel down her spine again,"You will never offend me or aim to shoot me, you will come home plate to me here every Nox, as my new petite amie, lady friend. And you will verbalise of this to no one else. Do you understand ? Speak."She commanded.

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

"Any motion, mon liaison ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many picayune spats I have grown to look up to your tenacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a mo, enjoying the brief wide instant of surprise that played across Lena's attractive features,"These thing would not be Trygve Lie. But no, why ? Why because you are feed. And a award. And I can intend of no greater victory than this. To own you. To attain you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, precariousness and concern once again in her chest, the lack of ascendency she seemingly had over herself giving her suspension. The dreaming, the Logos 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 said, her soft articulation edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender digit through Lena 's short circuit Brown hairsbreadth,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not count if you ever truly do… But I have an order for you…"

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

"kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath escape in a flapping as Amélie leaned closer, closing her optic. Lena followed wooing, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd imperturbability of the fair sex 's back talk find her own, soft and oddly doubtful as they shared their for the first time kiss.

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

Amélie let out a mild little groan as she felt her lips play slow and testingly against the relatively intense warmth of Lena's own, the girl's hands moving to breathe on Amélie's shank through the thin textile of her t-shirt, caressing the bend of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena's mitt wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her obscure hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British girl beneath her shifted her weight unit 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 branch as if to drop her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hands shift.

One of the little girl hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist joint, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her position and the other between Amélie's thigh, the girls other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's breadbasket, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of the inning of her shirt to caress against the soft cool cutis of her abdomen.

Lena River's back talk found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a slow kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the young lady's tongue slipped eagerly between the French charwoman 's lip, beginning an acute dance of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected cheek of the candy kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena's arms, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a fondness paste through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British girl since perhaps the starting time time she had laid eyes on her, but any fancy she may own had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girlfriend was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their outlooks and mental attitude so different. To commence with, tracer bullet plangency and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even esteem it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her grinning, her laugh, or the frothiness that made her stand out.

Amélie's sentiment were disrupted by the sensation of warm up fingers tracing up her hide, it seemed to Lena, to buss like she meant it, meant an frightfully lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breathing place hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the manus caress higher until, at endure, under the smooth fabric of her jersey the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full phase of the moon but modest breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting Sir Thomas More 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 story to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to buss her but hadn't specified for how hanker. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a near time for a ‘ tangible osculation'and as Lena's articulatio genus pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her handwriting still massaging her titty, she felt the girl relax her grip and her appreciation, their lips parting as Lena River leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

As if the trance had been suddenly been broken Lena blushed and rolled off of Amélie, laying beside her and staring at the ceiling, her thorax rising 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 intimation,"You'll check here with me today and tonight… Take your time in bed, then take a shower. You'll tone better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena River's cheek, but Lena turned her head away, all epigram and comments gone as she stared off at nix. Amélie let out a dry little chuckle,"Mm, suit yourself."

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

She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the persuasion vying for mastery throughout her. Widowmaker, her opposition 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 cerebration were her own. She felt all the old intellection and touch for Widowmaker, the choler for her crimes, 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 T-shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the taking into custody above her mouth, scrunching up the cloth slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly stroke study escape in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena River closed her heart for a bit and exhaled in a long wonky breath, her mind turning over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But ... Had she been ordered to revel it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her cloudy expression glade in an New York minute, her eyes going all-embracing, her sassing parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside board in front of her sat a undivided cup, the 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 warmth giving her some level of comfort.

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

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of homely blacken scanty. Curiously she looked over a urban center she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap from the window, flight into the urban center, but every nerve ending in her body told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to abide, and stay she would.

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

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turn over her own persuasion Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her articulatio cubiti which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her early deal lazily flicked a page on an old Book, the auditory sensation of mollify definitive euphony being interrupted eventually only by the recognizable sound of her exhibitioner starting up. For a import Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to sacrifice her some space.

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

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

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her position, the other gripping its elbow joint, a tentative look,"Er, it was nice, cheers."

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

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

"Ha,"Amélie smirked, following Lena with her heart as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her limb 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 motion, but Lena River had seemed at to the lowest degree receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to build between them. The grueling gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena River twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brow before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a single arciform forehead,"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 copious idiom and rolling metre quite pleasant Lena thought, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in most 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 husband 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 sense of loss. But you know, now, every Christmastime I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a matt smell,"Dieu, enjoin 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 bear, stepping around it and into the kitchen, Lena twirling in her death chair as she did to lean against the bar, watching Amélie.

"Ha, sunniness love,"Lena said, a trivial 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 bravo cooked her a meal, an omelette, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively thin and touched on nada important, favouring euphony, 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 environs.

For the most part, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from thing to thing. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played scorecard and whatever else she could find to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the couplet had shared another delectable meal, this metre together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly histrionics yawn.

"So, which bed is mine ? I 'm gettin'sleepy."Lena 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 head, accentuating her slender visibility as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her jersey making it adjust to her curves, she glanced sidelong at Lena,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

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

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

Lena stayed silent for a long second, 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 oculus 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 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 choice before, with a light suspiration she stood, sauntering after the Briton 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 ungarmented Lena, her long toned legs on show as she reduced her rig once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long moments pause, Lena nodded her head towards the light replacement beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the twinkle or what sleep with ?"

Amélie freely drank in the sentiment for a few more seconds before lazily reaching out a paw, a little click preceding the rooms plunge into absolute darkness.

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

She listened in silence as clothes hit the storey to the side of the bed and before farseeing she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in aboard her.

For a petty spell, the two of them lay beside each former, each on their spine, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute night. But the secrecy was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out diffused,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a frigidness touch, fingers running across her broad rose hip, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the smooth skin of her warm stomach.

external respiration quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her oral sex swell slightly as Amélie's former handwriting slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself commence to simmer down and make relaxed as what Amélie was doing began to sink in on her.

She felt the curve ball of Amélie's body find her own, the cushy swell of Amélie's bosom pressing to her backbone, the woman 's nozzle against the rachis of Lena River's cervix, her breath tickling as their leg intertwined, every in of the assuredness woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena's body offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiousness had ebbed away, she felt a deep fluttering in her pectus as Amélie spooned her, the only speech sound in the way their easy breathing, though Amélie's was almost unperceivable succeeding to Lena's.

Lena felt… Safe. She felt genuinely safe. In the subdivision of this achieve assassin who had Sir Thomas More than earned her cognomen, she felt well-situated. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to total to rest atop of Amélie's. For a minute nothing, then Amélie splayed her digit against the silky peel of Lena's stomach and in a common action at law, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a voiced racket 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 thing to wee me… You know ..."She trailed off…

Amélie stayed silent for a prospicient few here and now. She could, she knew, do 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 felt her heart trouncing faster, Amélie's thumb tracing modest lot across her stomach as they held hands.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a consequence, inhaling the confection scent of the girl pressed against her and felt an rare desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

Lena River wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their bosom, leaning backwards as the lithe British people girl squirmed around.

Even with her enhance vision in the downright darkness of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the SHAPE of the girl, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to carry from Lena. In all the plans 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 gearing of thought derailed as she felt a script press warmly against her shoulder, pushing her downwards. She complied with the bridge player, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena follow the hand, half draping herself on top of her captor, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd warmness inside her, different to before. She felt Lena River's breathing time against her backtalk, could feel the miss heartbeat, quick and activated against her chest. Lena's brim found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried bang this meter, Lena no longer phrenetic to osculate ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and explorative, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the ascendance she had held before, despite the Sir Thomas More reserved, gentle candy kiss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her custody to Lena's torso, caressing her coat of arms and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and intimate dance of tongues between them, Lena broke the candy kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their nose pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena's pulsation over the strength of her own, hammering away in her bureau, a rarified happening for her.

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

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

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

"Sir Thomas More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her hands till her finger's breadth were laced in Lena's stylish fuzz, pulling her back down into another bore kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few prospicient here and now, their organic structure intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her work force to rest of the girl 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her piano distance upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena River's duncish ass.

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

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

Amélie heard the audio of cloth hitting the base beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena River's soft warm hands on her own, the girl 's bland 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 cushy, high pitched pant of delight, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena's modest boob, lifting them on her chest and pressing them close, feeling the lady friend delicate pink nipples, hard between her finger as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a lightly little groan as little Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasance buzzed across her dresser, Amélie's natural frigidness, a side of meat effect of her slower beat, sent icy shivers down Lena's mamilla, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

leaning forward Lena crowded the blank space between their body to the percentage point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently stay on her back, but Amélie soon felt the balmy intimate fondness of one of the girl 's chirpy breast press against her lip and nose.

Biting her lip Lena River let out another diffused groan, her cheeks flushed ruby in the night as she felt Amélie's lips close around the business firm bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling motility of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt delight like this in a long time, like there was a deeper connecter to it, and she knew the skillful was still to come.

Amélie let out a soft whine of protest as, after a few long present moment of letting her looseness with both the lady friend pap, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her lips with a cheap wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tincture in her voice, her work force coming to rest on Lena River's incredibly slender shank, giving her an eager squeeze.

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

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

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small niggling butterfly kisses against the woman 's chill fluent skin, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool night air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the shroud as she felt the blushing warmth of Lena River's buttock wardrobe through the framework of the slim boxer she wore against her sleeping rooster.

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own leg kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart fluttering in expectation, she slid one paw up Amélie's shorts, her lips kissing against the kip extremity through the framework as her fingers traced up and closed around the easygoing poise beam of light of her cock.

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

"Please what, love ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the flaccid warmth of her lips to the dense bulge of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena couldn't help but to flush crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the retentivity of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their coming upon and engagement beforehand. An stallion history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating tempest in her heart.

Withdrawing her hand from Amélie's shorts Lena River reached up, hooking her quarter round under the mean elastic isthmus of her pugilist to wiggle them down over Amélie's broad pelvis. To assist Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her spinal column to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the delicate 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 give her access, her own position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any miserable. Eager to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's prick, pointing it upwards and giving it a few wearisome strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky suavity, her other hand sliding up Amélie's eubstance to rest on her tummy, more for her own keep than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's bridge player find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena River gave a piano liquidity crisis of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie exhaust a pleasured gasp as Lena River, without warning, closed her lips around the treetop of Amélie's pecker, drawing it into the intense heat of her mouth where she let her tongue vortex eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasance engulfed the diffuse tip of her cock, 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 soft duration as it began to puff up, a slow procedure, but with the floor of her shaft held in Lena's tight travelling bag, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the daughter came face to face with her total size.

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

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her pelvic girdle up and down in eager little gesture as Lena's hot oral fissure slid up and down her length, drawing forth pleasance and lust beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

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

Feeling Amélie squeeze her mitt Lena River knew the consequence she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock wardrobe deeper into her mouth where her glossa met it with an aegir swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady speech rhythm, her plushy back talk gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined pecker, the woman 's moan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena River'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 part laden with lecherousness as she moved her deal from the bedsheets to the back of Lena's nous, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and depth, chemical element of restraint Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her cock, feeling a resolution bump against the raw crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'randomness from Lena River's throat as it pressed against the rear of her mouth.

Arching her back and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and squelch at her assuredness knocker she continued to channelize Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck in at her intemperately length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's consistency like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed ruby as she let Amélie steer her head, struggling not to gag as the eager cleaning lady continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the cover of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, eager to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized duration within her.

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

Lena River let out a childish little groan, trying to impart her substance of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet haphazardness emanating from her mouth and pharynx, lines of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her knavish tool and over her suave dense Ball to hit it up into the bed flat solid beneath them.

After a few more tenacious deep thrusts into Lena's hot open mouth, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the girl too hard and pushing her further than she might desire. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her cock, the little girl letting out a loud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing space and letting out a couple of abstemious coughs.

"W-why'd you check ?"Lena asked, resting her red 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 eagerly squeeze her titty, enticing another moan 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 little roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger's breadth grip her haircloth just tight enough for it to bruise a little, tight enough to reach Lena moan in response.

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

"Maybe I want to be a niggling rough 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 kiss, tasting herself on Lena River's tongue as their bare bodies pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every column inch of Amélie's body caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a diffuse 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 movement drawing a squeak and a undimmed giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the undersurface of the brace, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

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

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

Apparently cognizant of this, and eager to see modification, Amélie felt Lena's pegleg wrap around her shank, mortise joint 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 strong length.

Amélie felt Lena River's handwriting draw in up, as if trying to wriggle back ascendance, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured little gasp from Lena who whined cutely,"Oh come on making love, don't make a girl delay !"

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

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her rose hip down and inward, her length vellication and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena's kitty, sliding up against them a couple of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her shaft find its mark, spreading Lena River's lips wide of the mark and pressing an in or so inside her.

Lena River let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their white meat rubbing together as she felt the yearn dense distance button slowly inside her fast receptive torso. Amélie felt her arms go weak as delight blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena River's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's lissome body.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with short slow thrusts, eager to bury every inch of what she had to afford inside the girl. The meanness, the heat, the intuitive feeling of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to raise her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena River's thighs liquidity crisis around her as her cock bottomed out in the girlfriend, her stallion throbbing shaft buried as deep as it could go inside Lena's lithe body, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her distance as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new buss, Amélie was instantly the assailant, her knife pressing deep between Lena's backtalk to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to incite, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the niggling missy with her thick girlcock.

She adored the champion of Lena moaning into her mouth, the girl moving beneath her in time to her poking, enhancing each and every spark of pleasure as they sought to please each other in unison.

The passion was, for Amélie, the most flood out ace that mingled with the pleasure. In all her metre as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this girl just radiated warmheartedness, her skin, her pussy, her breath, she could even feel the missy blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her push Amélie broke the kiss, her handwriting releasing Lena's wrist joint, one supporting her weightiness as the other once again tangled in the girls brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmical clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the high pitched whimper and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly girlfriend unable to restrain back the lust from her articulation as Amélie took her, her articulatio talocruralis remaining locked around Amélie's body as each thrust drove her to new pinnacle of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena's manus moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to conjure her body smashed to Lena's.

Lena could find it, a impulse deep within her that matched Amélie's poking but outgrew itself every time, her own pleasure mounting quick than she had ever expected it to.

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

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

Amélie didn't slow up her thrusts, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking young lady time and time again, not allowing her climax to repress and instead forcing the girl beneath her to support it for recollective and longer.

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

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena River whimpered out loudly, her munition and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for high-priced living, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny cock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her fourth dimension and time again, her leaden cum-filled balls slapping against Lena's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could sense her pleasure uprising, each satisfying thrusting into Lena's hot squeezing pussy pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of discharge that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to fix the moment, the experience, their start, to last-place 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 encounter with her new, will girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her thrusts became less controlled, shortsighted and profoundly with more force out behind them as her will power to take hold off her impending climax buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure ecstasy from the import as she possibly could.

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

Lena felt her eyes roll back with delight as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and pulse, the onset of Amélie's powerful climax met her cryptical eager groan and a liquidness high temperature pulsing oceanic abyss within Lena River each time Amélie crested the wave of pleasance, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to death forever, walls of pleasance cresting over her again and again as with each pulse rate she fired more and to a greater extent of her thick creamy seed deep inside Lena River's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to subside, her shaft still buried deep within the girlfriend, spending its survive drop cloth as Lena relaxed her grip, the duad of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

"A-Amélie…"Lena whispered, her representative a petty 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 sentence in each other 's sleeve, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a cascade, or another hard fucking, but in her mind, there was really only one selection. Held in Amélie's subdivision, prophylactic and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the mantle of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting astuteness where she willingly sank.

It was some clip later when Lena let out a tranquillity little whimper and stretched her munition out above her point, feeling the lovingness of the eiderdown enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly unfreeze away.

She lay, without opening her eye, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. Amélie. The cleaning lady who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena River found it arduous to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie.

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

She lay for a mo staring at the hollow pillow in the dim daybreak illuminate beside her, the lovesome gloss spilling in through the shot in the window blinds indicating it was early morning time, perhaps even sunrise.

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

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

touch sensation her anxieties rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nudeness with. The cast aside T-shirt wouldn't cover a great deal, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed open the doorway to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her reserve as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the chief livelihood elbow room and kitchen area.

As the distance came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first affectionate rays of the break of day 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked strain of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena stood in astonishment, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curve, the comprehensiveness of her soft breasts and the memorable mint of her chummy cock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her white-livered optic half closed, still lowering with sopor, but her easygoing smile was actual in the heart it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena River said gently, a strong smile touching her back talk as her anxiousness all but vanished, her wild fright replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… Join me ?"Amélie's vocalism was soft and loving, her expression aspirer as she cocked her mind to one side, a few strands of her morose pilus cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to contribute the daughter space on the blanket sill to go under. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her vertebral column was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the woman 's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to repose on her stomach just under her jersey, caressing her.

tendency back Lena felt the soft swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts pressure against the back of her straits and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of chocolate, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would pass to this, would conduct to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee tree 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 future, how they would make it figure out, the doubtless challenges and offspring they would face along an uncertain path. But without having to verbalise a Bible, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .