Three indorsement. Three crucial mo. It was a risk, she knew, to have an stallion plan relying on such a small window of clock time, but a lot can encounter in three seconds, the trick was making them inescapable, creating a gear up path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the recent nighttime light, a shadow in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim luminance which formed the pattern of a spider eyes across her mask.

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

She scanned through the various still images on her eyeshade as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale blue bar that she was waiting for so expectantly, zip yet, but she could practically smack the short whippets'bearing on the air. She was close, very close, the biz was about to begin.

"You never really check do you, get laid ?"Came a saccharine voice, almost a rustle in her ear.

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

A split second of white from the muzzle intimately coupled with the odor of cordite and a mystifying clump as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the niche of a wall, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the little girl perpetual giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the reward over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial of brief mechanical whirs from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's duplicate pulse handgun were Superior for this strain of closelipped quarters combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned construction which had just happened to overlook at a aloofness a particularly vital power website, enough of a object to warrant tracer bullet response when selective information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her allow and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the heart rate pistols as they left a score of marks in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all invoice skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous showdown they typically each came away whole, both so manoeuvrable that it was near impossible to accurately take aim their sights on the other.

She just had to prevent running, to get it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a 100 fourth dimension, but today would be different, her accusative wasn't the force facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, language !"tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a split second of puritanic as another current of pellet zipped down, landing just a tone behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and honkytonk followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting tight and could palpate the moment approach, a branching way of life that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an unmistakable act of despair she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one paw as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatonlike screen flaming, just a lilliputian further, she could see the window and the building opposite, the yap, 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 utmost troll of blast in her cartridge clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the discharge rifle several times as if surprised to discover herself running vacate and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The miss had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her hold dear arm and a demilitarize Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the prison term she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a nebuliser of tracer 's heart rate pistols shattered the windowpane before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a item far above her, her manus reaching out with precision, the slow, almost unperceivable beat of her centre making finding her target a breeze.

tracer bullet watched as with a fusillade of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her exercising 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 reality shimmy around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced moving picture of her radiocarpal joint into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her accent and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far edifice, shards of glass glistening and reflecting what picket moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's nous counted every second with precision, this was the vital phase. She was on her understructure first, her history as a danseuse giving her poise and Balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the appendage of blinking around. Deux.

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

"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 chest, pain efflorescence in her like a flower as she, on saturated instinct alone, recalled.

The painfulness vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three instant ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer bullet cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to catch a grip of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting handle on her, trying to snaffle any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to retard her inevitable fall to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a wakeless thud and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator.

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knee joint, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to rivet on a dead big full point of red flashing light.

The venom mine detonated in her fount, a swarm of pinko gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the leak of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and cringe out of the pinko daze that swirled oppressively around her.

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

With a dry chortle she began to lower herself down, in no kick as she stopped off to roll up her Widows osculation Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the white-livered jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a rampart, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it experience, to finally recede ?"She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic face now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"tracer coughed out, the fearfulness and disorientation in her brilliant vibrant voice music to Widowmaker 's spike.

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 invoke the girlfriend 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to see into Widowmakers unnatural yellow oculus,"Now sleep, matter will be unlike 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 chest as sleep took its clutches on her.

tracer bullet's dream were less than pleasant, confusedness and pain, fear and threat, all miscellaneous in with the pertinacious visual modality of, bizarrely, a bloom slowly losing its petal and wilting away.

A few time she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark to be tangible. trend, pain, music ? heyday ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her eubstance stretch out, her sinew aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the infliction seemed to be slowly melting away, her total dead body 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 puss, the shiny luminousness of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever cryptical sleep she had been in, seeing the undefined lineation of a person.

"Welcome plate, mon amour."Came a far too companion voice, the rich French idiom soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the exploit of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to press, but just not finding the energy in her fatigue soundbox, stripped of weapons, armours and throttle, to do more than sit up.

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

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

Tracer raised a bridge player as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to come up that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the mitt over her eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a blockheaded 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 eyes shut, the pain release quicker now.

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

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to open up her eyes, seeing her More clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate supercilium raised, a cup in one helping hand held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside iniquity and steaming.

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

Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm,"What ? You thought I wore that skin-tight suit 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 substructure and stepping away towards the windowpane, glancing out and around, the luminousness 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 vocalisation regaining a little more than of its girlish vibration,"devising tea ?"

Amélie let out a gentle little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a instant as Lena observed the adult female 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal throttle valve and Widowmakers ballet school pace that she seldom got to catch her without either of them moving at some speed. After a bit of staring at the svelte figure and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What biz ?"

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

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

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

Lena felt the blush touch her boldness a trivial warmer and she raised a handwriting, running it through her short dark whisker, messing it back up into its rightful place,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her rim,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little Friend swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her oculus around the sparsely decorated room. She didn't have much in the way of ownership, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her paries, flooring 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 legs 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 heart over at Lena as she peered back at her over one shoulder joint,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a 1 shiver run up her spinal column and after a mo she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the covers this clip, one leg crossed over the former defensively.

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

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a subdued smugness, her handwriting, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to rest on Lena's slender pale thigh.

The girls'brass 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 little less your own, and a little Sir Thomas More mine, mon amour."

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same shiver travel down her spine again,"You will never injure me or aim to sprout me, you will make out family to me here every Night, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you understand ? Speak."She commanded.

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

"Any questions, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spats I have grown to look up to your tenacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief dewy-eyed moment of surprise that played across Lena's attractive lineament,"These thing would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a swag. And I can reckon of no bang-up victory than this. To own you. To name you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and fear once again in her chest, the lack of ascendance she seemingly had over herself giving her intermission. The dreaming, the Holy Writ 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 voice edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender digit through Lena River 's shortly brown pilus,"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 in apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"candy kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breathing space relief valve in a flicker as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena River followed suit, her oculus closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the cleaning lady 's mouth find her own, lenient and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a true kiss was something ho-hum, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, easy and edifice 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 wills of her slender body.

Amélie let out a balmy little moan as she felt her backtalk play slow and testingly against the relatively intense warmth of Lena's own, the female child's deal moving to rest on Amélie's waist through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena's hand wrapper around her ponytail, lightly gripping her coloured hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her rear. The slender British missy beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off safeguard, 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 throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hands shift.

One of the girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the articulatio radiocarpea, moved to cup the back of Amélie's cervix, raising her heading up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's thighs, the young woman other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to stay on Amélie's stomach, Lena River's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to fondle against the easygoing chill hide of her abdomen.

Lena River's mouth found Amélie's again quickly and any colour of a ho-hum kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her book binding up against Lena as the fille's glossa slipped eagerly between the French womanhood 's mouth, beginning an intense dance of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected brass of the kiss Amélie relaxed her handgrip on Lena's arms, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British girlfriend since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any illusion she may feature had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their anatomy not dissimilar, but their prospect and attitudes so different. To get down with, tracer bullet ringing and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even abide by it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the departure of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laughter, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's sentiment were disrupted by the sensation of warmly fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awed lot of animalism that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breathing place hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the mitt caress high-pitched until, at last, under the tranquil cloth of her t-shirt the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full but modest white meat, squeezing it as they made out, the miss knee pressing a lilliputian harder between her thigh, meeting more electric resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some affair were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this example, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how foresightful. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘ existent kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her hired hand still massaging her knocker, she felt the little girl relax her hairgrip and her storage area, 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 gold gaze, their faces still so close together, Lena's expression indecipherable, her optic searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

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

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

Amélie leaned in towards Lena River's cheek, but Lena turned her psyche away, all wisecrack and comments gone as she stared off at zip. Amélie let out a dry fiddling chuckle,"Mm, case yourself."

Lena River kept her head word turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and footmark from the elbow room, her footsteps so quiet that Lena was only mindful she was alone when she heard the chink of the door.

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

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the 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 fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly stroke take up flight in her abdomen. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena River closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her mind turning over the memory of the candy 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 savour it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her nebulous reflection clearing in an twinkling, her centre going wide-eyed, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the mess before her.

On the bedside tabular array in front of her sat a single cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather minuscule ceramic particular, clasping it in her script, the familiar warmth giving her some floor of comfort.

After giving it a probationary sniff and detecting zilch off, she lifted the cup and took a tardily sip, then let out a prospicient satisfy sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflectivity in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, unrelenting, assassinator monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty pull in in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her nates and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of manifest fateful step-in. Curiously she looked over a urban center she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. office of her wanted to leap from the window, escape into the urban center, but every nerve ending in her torso told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to quell, and stay she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her sentiment strayed from the office back to the buss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given cerebration to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee pressure between her second joint, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her crapulence and turning over her own cerebration Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of chocolate at her cubital joint which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old Word, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the placeable sound of her shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to commit her some space.

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

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

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

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

Lena River looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a pair of blue jean from Amélie's water closet,"Yeah well, y'know, they fit, and I didn't fondness walking around in my knickers…"

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

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a stupid interrogation, but Lena had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to work up between them. The intemperate 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 brows before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a ace arched brow,"expression, 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 fat accent and rolling cadency quite pleasant Lena view, at least when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena River nodded.

Amélie closed her Good Book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long consequence before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his sopor, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a common sense of loss. But you know, now, every Yuletide I leave a rose on his grave accent. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

Lena pursed her rim and cocked her mind slightly,"About that…"

Amélie gave her a flat look,"Dieu, recount me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her principal and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

"Ha, cheerfulness love,"Lena said, a trivial victorious smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her heart but opened the fridge.

It was surrealistic, 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 yummy.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on zero of import, prefer music, the weather condition, and anything else that meant nothing. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the bearing of each early in this new non-hostile environment.

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 calling card and whatever else she could find to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the twosome had shared another yummy meal, this time together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

Amélie stretched her arms out up and above her head, accentuating her slender profile as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the material of her jersey qualification it conform to her curves, she glanced sidelong at Lena River,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

Lena looked a little uncertain, but by no 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 moment, her gaze briefly flickering up and down, eying Amélie from top to toe,"Do I have a choice ?"

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

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

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

She was left sitting alone for a moment, weighing her alternative before, with a light sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own sleeping accommodation, switching off lights as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the cleaning lady hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena River, her long intone wooden leg on show as she reduced her outfit once more to the tee shirt and panties.

After a recollective minute pause, Lena nodded her chief towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the Inner Light or what make love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the vista for a few more seconds before lazily reaching out a helping hand, a little click preceding the suite plunge into rank darkness.

For Lena River, who moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the binding, the absolute nighttime was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmness of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of repressed stress, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in silence as clothes hit the base to the position of the bed and before hanker she felt the mattress depress to her side of meat slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

For a minuscule piece, the two of them lay beside each early, each on their dorsum, the quiet stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the muteness was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

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

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

Lena River 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 cold-blooded touch, digit running across her broad pelvis, the hand moving up to caress and breathe on the smooth cutis of her warm stomach.

Breathing quite immediate she felt the pillow beneath her head gallant slightly as Amélie's other helping hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to tranquilize and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body see her own, the mild gallant of Amélie's bosom pressing to her back, the char 's nose against the binding of Lena's neck, her breath titillation as their leg intertwined, every column inch of the cool char seemingly seeking out the high temperature Lena River's body offered.

Though the wafture of Lena River's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep fluttering in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the only sound in the room their gentle breathing, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible future to Lena River's.

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

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her breadbasket, under her own T-shirt to do to roost atop of Amélie's. For a consequence zip, then Amélie splayed her fingerbreadth against the silky skin of Lena River's venter and in a mutual military action, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the reaction, a flabby noise as she exhaled, Lena could feel the gentle vibrations of the hum against her neck.

"Are you… Are you gon na use that petal thing to take a shit me… You know ..."She trailed off…

Amélie stayed silent for a long few present moment. She could, she knew, take a crap Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a cryptical hungering for the slender girl, a lusting for her.

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

Lena felt her ticker whacking faster, Amélie's thumb tracing small rope across her tummy as they held script.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her venter stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the sweet aroma 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 girlfriend squirmed around.

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

Amélie's wagon train of thought process derailed as she felt a hand press warmly against her shoulder joint, pushing her downwards. She complied with the hand, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena follow the hired man, half draping herself on top of her captor, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, different to before. She felt Lena's breathing time against her sassing, could feel the young woman heartbeat, quick and excited against her chest. Lena's sassing found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried surge this prison term, Lena no longer frantic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control condition she had held before, despite the more reserved, gentle candy kiss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her bridge player to Lena's consistence, caressing her weapons system and waistline as they kissed.

As time melted away Lena River's booking 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 hired man caressed up her sides.

After a slow and intimate saltation of lingua between them, Lena River broke the buss, panting softly and resting her brow lightly against Amélie's, their nozzle pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprisal, could no longer feel Lena's heartbeat over the strength of her own, hammering away in her chest, a uncommon occurrent for her.

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

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

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

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

After a few farseeing moments, their bodies intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to rest of the girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her indulgent length upwards a lilliputian, enjoying the esthesis of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

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

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

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

Amélie felt a saltation in desire as Lena River let out a soft, high pitched pant of delight, Amélie's men closing around and squeezing Lena's modest breasts, lifting them on her chest and pressing them tight, feeling the girls delicate pinko nipple, hard between her digit as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light little moan as little sparks of pleasance buzzed across her chest, Amélie's natural coldness, a incline core of her slower flash, sent icy shivers down Lena's teat, enhancing her pleasance as Amélie freely played with her balmy mounds.

Leaning forward Lena River crowded the space between their bodies to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the delicate confidant warmth of one of the girl 's buoyant breast pressing against her lips and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft moan, her cheeks flushed deep red in the dark as she felt Amélie's lip close around the firm bud of one tit, the suction and retard swirling movement of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, like there was a deeper connective to it, and she knew the skillful was still to come.

Amélie let out a easygoing whine of protest as, after a few long present moment of letting her playing period with both the missy nipple, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the little girl nipple from between her sass with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the elbow room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone in her vocalisation, her hired hand coming to roost on Lena River's incredibly slender waist, giving her an eager squeeze.

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

Amélie arched an supercilium as she felt Lena once more overstretch away from her grasp, her hands moving down across her second joint to get to breathe on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to recognize just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena River started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving lowly small butterfly kisses against the woman 's sang-froid suave pelt, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool dark air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the sheets as she felt the blushing warmth of Lena's cheek jam 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 eubstance down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her melanize panties, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's shorts, her backtalk kissing against the dormancy appendage through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the flaccid poise dick of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a minuscule as the hot fingers closed around her stale member, biting her lip as she felt it twinge gently in the girl 's frail grip, her words coming out a little shaky, her hint noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, get it on ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the easygoing lovingness of her lips to the thick-skulled bulge of Amélie's shorts.

Amélie breathed backbreaking and looked down into the darkness where she knew Lena River was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the young woman expression, lusty and eager. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena couldn't assistance 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 memory board of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and fights beforehand. An entire history of dispute, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the trouncing storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her mitt from Amélie's trunks Lena River reached up, hooking her quarter round under the wet rubber band band of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's panoptic hips. To wait on Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her cover to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the diffuse 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 throw her memory access, her own position between Amélie's thigh blocking her from getting them any lower. aegir to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey indistinctness of Amélie's shaft, pointing it up and giving it a few ho-hum strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft distance she marvelled at its silklike smoothness, her former helping hand sliding up Amélie's body to roost on her abdomen, Thomas More for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's deal ascertain her own, fingers once more lace as Lena worked her distance.

Lena gave a diffused power play of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her affection hammering in her pectus she leaned down, listening to Amélie exhaust a pleasured gasp as Lena River, without admonition, closed her sass around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the vivid heat of her sassing where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as joy engulfed the soft tip of her dick, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slow down and sultry, her sassing travelling up and down the soft length as it began to swell, a slow summons, but with the base of her shaft held in Lena's tight grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be recollective before the fille came look to cheek with her full-of-the-moon size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the activity of tending to Amélie's dick, which was slow to rise in her wet eager mouthpiece, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side effect of Amélie's slowed heart charge per unit she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hip up and down in bore little question as Lena's hot lip slid up and down her distance, drawing forth pleasure and lust beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena pressed her paw down around Amélie's shaft, holding her hammer between thumb and forefinger at the base, no longer gripping it with her clenched fist, freeing up Thomas More of her now almost-hard distance for Lena's eager lips and tongue to research and enjoy.

Feeling Amélie squeeze her handwriting Lena knew the effect 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 swirl and lap.

Lena River settled into a steady musical rhythm, her plush lips gliding up and down the steely distance of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the char 's moans mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her principal this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, deeper Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her vocalism laden with luxuria as she moved her mitt from the bedsheets to the book binding of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her gait and profoundness, elements of control Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the fille head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness blow against the sensitive summit of her psyche, matched by a easy ‘ Gluck !'noise from Lena River's pharynx as it pressed against the dorsum of her mouthpiece.

Arching her binding and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and pinch at her sang-froid titty she continued to direct Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to blow at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's dead body like zero she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie lead her head, struggling not to gag as the eager char continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the rear of Lena's throat, something she tried to slacken, tidal bore to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

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

Lena River let out a childish little groan, trying to impart her substance of ‘ what do you cogitate I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her sassing and pharynx, pipeline of her spitting and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick shaft and over her smooth with child balls to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more long cryptic thrusts into Lena's hot sensory oral fissure, Amélie began to concern 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 young woman letting out a cheap gasp, her breathing spell hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a brace of light coughs.

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

"I thought I was being too rough…"Amélie said gently and felt Lena eagerly squeeze her boob, 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 dearest ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger grip her whisker just tight enough for it to injure a little, tight enough to get to Lena groan in response.

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

"Maybe I want to be a little rough with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena up by the whisker until she lay on top, her mouth catching Lena's in a prompt kiss, tasting herself on Lena's clapper as their bare consistence pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every inch of Amélie's physical structure caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then grin broad, a soft chuckle escaping her lip as her manus instantly found their way to Lena's rosehip, gripping her as she rolled over, the Dean Swift movement drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the young lady as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the duo, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's arms in the wickedness, gripping her carpus and pinning them either side of the fille header, the force out of her pin drawing another deliciously aegir moan from Lena.

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

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see variety, Amélie felt Lena River's legs wrap around her waistline, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the suaveness of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock candy severe length.

Amélie felt Lena's paw tear up, as if trying to wrestle back control, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured little gasp from Lena River who whined cutely,"Oh come on making love, don't make a girl postponement !"

For a consequence Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the young lady as she considering any identification number of answer, taunting or coquette. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the lady friend lip Amélie urged her hip down and inward, her length vellication and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a couple of prison term, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the thirdly push, Amélie felt her dick incur its mark, spreading Lena's brim widely and pressing an inch or so privileged her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her cover up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the foresightful thickly distance pushing slowly inside her slopped centripetal body. Amélie felt her blazonry go rickety as delight blossomed within her, her intemperately stopcock, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting nitty-gritty of Lena's lithe body.

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

Amélie felt Lena's thigh hug around her as her cock bottomed out in the fille, her entire throbbing lance buried as mysterious as it could go inside Lena's svelte body, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the attacker, her clapper pressing deep between Lena's lips to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to actuate, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena River moaning into her mouthpiece, the missy moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every spark of pleasure as they sought to please each other in unison.

The high temperature was, for Amélie, the most overtake sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this girl just radiated heat, her skin, her snatch, her breath, she could even feel the fille blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her poking Amélie broke the candy kiss, her hands releasing Lena's wrist, one supporting her system of weights as the other once again tangled in the girls brown hair, gripping it tight as their consistency met in a rhythmic hand clapping sound.

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

No thirster pinned, Lena's hands moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to urge her body loaded to Lena's.

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

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

"A-ah, Lena River, yes ! Cum on my hammer, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her interpreter, in her lust, heavier with her idiom than usual, something about either that or the Good Book themselves making Lena reach her tighter, her high school pitched gasps coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long close shave as the girl 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow up her drive, in fact she intensified her Assault, slamming her hammer into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her climax to conquer and instead forcing the girl beneath her to stand it for retentive and longer.

Lena's head was a space haze of pure pleasure and need, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

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

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her joy rising, each self-coloured thrust into Lena's hot squeezing pussy pulling her finisher to the inevitable bound of liberation that she could palpate approaching.

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their first, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own culmination was fast come on, but she knew too that this was the initiative of many such face-off with her new, leave girlfriend, with Lena River. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her idea and her poking became less controlled, poor and deeper with more force behind them as her self-possession to hold off her impending climax buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as a great deal pure ecstasy from the moment as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena and herself just enough for her to slue a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her cover 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 River felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the rooster within her twitch and pulse, the attack of Amélie's powerful climax met her oceanic abyss eager moans and a liquid heat pulsing deep within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lusty Brit.

Her climax seemed to last forever, walls of joy cresting over her again and again as with each impulse she fired Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of her compact creamy seed cryptic inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually birth to sink, her tool still buried deep within the girl, spending its go free fall as Lena relaxed her grip, the couplet of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

Amélie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in meter to once to a greater extent lay beside each other, this time in each former 's limb, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another hard fuck, but in her intellect, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's arms, rubber and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lustfulness, she felt the blanket of sleep weirdy upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depth where she willingly sank.

It was some clip later when Lena River let out a quiesce little whine and stretched her arms out above her head, feeling the warmth of the eiderdown enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her psyche began to slowly meld away.

She lay, without opening her heart, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating aspiration. Amélie. The woman 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 found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never experience really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena River's heart and soul to fluttering and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her slope, opening her heart 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 empty pillow in the dim morning alight beside her, the lovesome colours spilling in through the gap in the window blinds indicating it was other dawning, perhaps even sunrise.

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

She felt a doubtfulness spook into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her uneasy creative thinker, ‘ And I can mean of no greater victory than this. To own you. To relieve oneself you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last nighttime ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

feel her anxieties get up she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her regard around, found something to cover her slender nakedness with. The discarded jersey wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

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

As the space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the windowpane where the first warm rays of the first light 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her foresightful hair loose as it hung down her back, her men raised, clasped around a steaming blanched porcelain cup.

For a minute Lena stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curve, the richness of her indulgent breasts and the memorable pot of her buddy-buddy rooster resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes one-half closed, still weighed down with sleep, but her piano grin was actual in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, goodness morning… Join me ?"Amélie's articulation was soft and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one side, a few strands of her drab haircloth cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to collapse the girl space on the unsubtle sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her spinal column was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the woman 's manus, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to breathe on her venter just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

Leaning back Lena felt the soft beau of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the back of her head and she looked out the window, admiring the cockcrow 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 plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee berry in the early morning sun. It was magical, in its own little way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in storage for them in the futurity, how they would draw it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would present along an changeable path. But without having to verbalize a tidings, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .