Three seconds. Three essential secondment. It was a endangerment, she knew, to have an total programme relying on such a minuscule window of prison term, but a lot can bump in three s, the illusion was making them unavoidable, creating a fixed path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the of late nighttime lighting, a darkness in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim visible radiation which formed the pattern of a wanderer eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a snare you first have to lure in the prey, a verity Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can make them believe they have the upper mitt they'll get sure-footed, perhaps too confident.

She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the taleteller blue streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nix yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets'bearing on the air. She was close, very close, the plot was about to begin.

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

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

A flashing of white from the gag intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the nook of a paries, matched by the falsify typical ‘ zip'of tracer slipstream mingling in with the girlfriend incessant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial publication of abbreviated mechanical birr from sniper to violate mode the zippy Brit's twinned pulse side arm were superior for this contour of close tail combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a paries, diving through a threshold and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to command at a length a particularly critical mightiness site, enough of a target to justify tracer answer when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her leftover and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulsation pistols as they left a musical score of marks in the paries where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled crack shot, but in many of their numerous confrontation they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near unacceptable to accurately cultivate their sights on the other.

She just had to hold running game, to ready it to her object lens, she'd danced this duet a hundred fourth dimension, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the tycoon facility, it was tracer herself, and only she knew that.

"You'll never catch me putain !"Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the look of her voice to add a false bound of desperation, she needed tracer bullet to believe she was winning, after all.

"Oops, linguistic process !"tracer giggled, the hall lighting up in a flash of blue as another flow of shots zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her foray back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the blank space up in a hail of fully robotic blind fervour, just a little further, she could see the windowpane and the building opposite word, 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 inexhaustible ammunition.

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of fire in her magazine, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the discharge rifle several metre as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her hold dear artillery and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique luck, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of Tracer 's pulse side arm shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her regard up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her manus reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her meat devising finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling claw 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 suffer the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse side arm shifting back with a practise flick of her radiocarpal joint into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

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

As they rolled and scrambled to their invertebrate foot Widowmaker's mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical stage. She was on her foundation first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and residual 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 flicker of steel, a flash.

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

"Ahh !"tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her pectus, annoyance blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the earthly concern shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her consistence back to precisely where it had been, exactly three indorsement ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this clock time without Widowmakers branch to grab a hold of. In a scare, she blinked this way and that as gravitation took its persistent delay on her, trying to catch any sill or handhold on the opposing construction, but her efforts only served to slack her inevitable fall to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the begrimed floor of the skittle alley with a heavy clump and a bad sounding shot from her chronal accelerator.

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

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

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

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to pull in her Widows candy kiss Rifle and waiting until the finis of the pink weed had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad build of tracer bullet, sat slumped against a rampart, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite missy, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm cadency, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a self-satisfied look, her usually Stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"tracer bullet coughed out, the fright and disorientation in her promising vibrant voice music to Widowmaker 's ear.

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

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."tracer bullet whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its hold on her.

Tracer's dream were LE than pleasant, confusion and pain sensation, fear and terror, all conflate in with the unrelenting vision of, bizarrely, a efflorescence slowly losing its petal and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those time had been too grim to be real. Movement, pain, music ? flush ?

Tracer let out a low groan and felt her eubstance stretchiness out, her muscles aching and her promontory throb, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her full trunk comfortably spread out over a mild supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her eyes opening to specify slits, the bright light of the elbow room blinding, her sight blurred as she tried to rive herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the faint outline of a person.

"Welcome habitation, mon amour."Came a far too familiar vocalism, the rich French accent soft and unconcerned.

tracer gasped at the movement of quickly pushing herself into a sitting view, wanting desperately to fight back herself, to take flight, to crusade, but just not finding the DOE in her tired body, stripped of weapon, armour and accelerators, to do more than sit up.

After the brief conflict that left her in an erect position, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually lustrous spokesperson sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

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

tracer raised a handwriting as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to regain that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the handwriting over her eye, trying to rub the rest from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a thick eiderdown resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"Tracer whimpered, raising both her hands to her point as she squeezed her eye shut, the painful sensation passing quicker now.

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

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one English and she forced herself to open her oculus, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, finespun eyebrow raised, a cup in one hand held out towards Tracer, the fluid inside dark and steaming.

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

Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm,"What ? You thought I wore that skin-tight cause 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 cause, Lena River,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her feet and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the sluttish reflecting on her amber eyes.

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

Amélie let out a indulgent picayune sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a present moment as Lena observed the woman 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet trained pace that she seldom got to look at her without either of them moving at some f number. After a moment 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 niggling game."

"What biz ?"

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

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

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

Lena River felt the blush contact her boldness a picayune warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short dark hair, messing it back up into its true place,"Are you going to let me depart ?"

Amélie pursed her rim,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little ally swooping in to deliver you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eyes around the sparsely decorate room. She didn't have much in the way of possessions, but the the like of Winston rampaging through here would do her paries, flooring and cap little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpet between her toes, seeing her bare smooth pegleg for the first prison term and noticing the tee shirt she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

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

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

The girls'face flushed red as she parted her brim to reply, but presented Amélie with silence.

"goodness, in short, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your mind is a little LE your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same chill travel down her spine again,"You will never hurt me or aim to inject me, you will come up home to me here every night, as my new diminutive amie, girlfriend. And you will address of this to no one else. Do you translate ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without thought and, satisfied, Amélie gave her second joint a cushy aegir squeeze.

"Any questions, mon affair ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many short spats I have grown to admire your pertinacity and speciality, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief wide-eyed moment of surprise that played across Lena's attractive features,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a plunder. And I can intend of no greater victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and fear once again in her chest, the want of control she seemingly had over herself giving her break. The dream, the give-and-take pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

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

"Not crashing likely…"Lena said, her diffused voice edged with despair.

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

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

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

Lena felt her intimation escape in a hoo-ha as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena River followed case, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd frigidness of the woman 's rim find her own, voiced and oddly tentative as they shared their initiatory kiss.

For Amélie, a honest osculation was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no alternative but to obey the new impress wills of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a flabby little groan as she felt her lips play sluggish and testingly against the comparatively intense warmth of Lena's own, the girl's hands moving to pillow 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 mysterious one as she felt Lena's deal wrapping around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her vertebral column. The slender British lady friend beneath her shifted her weightiness as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's arms as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena River's hands shift.

One of the young lady script, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's cervix, raising her oral sex up slightly towards Lena River who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the early between Amélie's second joint, the young woman other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the rump of her shirt to caress against the easy assuredness skin of her abdomen.

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

Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her grasp on Lena's sleeve, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their snog hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the lustrous sparky British little girl since perhaps the first meter she had laid center on her, but any illusion she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so wish and unlike herself, their bod not different, but their outlooks and posture so different. To start out with, Tracers vibrancy and carefree nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the deprivation of friend 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 thoughts were disrupted by the sense of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their mouth parted briefly, their breather hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress gamy until, at finale, under the smooth textile of her t-shirt the missy bridge player closed around and cupped Amélie's fully but modest breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her second joint, meeting 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 kiss her but hadn't specified for how farseeing. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a dear time for a ‘ veridical candy kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's ramification, her hand still massaging her white meat, she felt the lady friend relax her grip and her detention, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her oculus and looked up at Lena River with her amber gaze, their faces still so come together together, Lena River's aspect unreadable, her eyes 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 pectus revolt and falling, a handwriting resting over her own heart.

"Mm… That… That was worth the postponement, my niggling pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breather,"You'll stop here with me today and tonight… learn your clock time in bed, then take a shower. You'll feel better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's boldness, but Lena River turned her head away, all quips and input gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry footling chuckle,"Mm, wooing yourself."

Lena River kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the room, her footsteps so quiet that Lena 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 thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thoughts were her own. She felt all the old idea and feelings for Widowmaker, the angriness for her crime, the compassion 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 apprehension above her mouth, scrunching up the cloth slightly and holding it to her olfactory organ. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly stroke fill flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a long rickety breather, her judgment turning over the store of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubtfulness. But ... Had she been ordered to savor it ?

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

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

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

On the bedside mesa in front of her sat a bingle cup, the substance still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather belittled ceramic token, clasping it in her hired hand, the intimate warmth giving her some level of comfort.

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

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her rear and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of plain shameful panty. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. persona of her wanted to bound from the window, leak into the urban center, but every spunk ending in her body told her it was an impossibleness. She had been ordered to persist, and rest she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her intellection strayed from the situation back to the osculation, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given mentation 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 drunkenness and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of chocolate at her cubitus which rested on the countertop, her medal supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of lenify Graeco-Roman music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable speech sound of her rain shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to sacrifice her some space.

After a while the shower bath cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena relocation around her family, hearing a closet door open 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 one eyebrow.

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

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

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

"Ha,"Amélie smirked, following Lena with her eye as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arm 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 interrogative sentence, but Lena had seemed at least sensory to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to build between them. The strong gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena River twiddled her ovolo, furrowing her eyebrow before oral presentation,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a ace arched brow,"tone, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her rich idiom and rolling cadency quite pleasant Lena thought, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or spite, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena River nodded.

Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her umber, thinking for a long moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his slumber, I think I was, in every way, the ogre you think me to be. I felt no self-reproach, no guilt trip. Not even a sense of exit. But you know, now, every Christmas I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a categoric look,"Dieu, separate me you can cook ?"

Lena River shook her question 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 chairwoman as she did to tip against the bar, watching Amélie.

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

Amélie rolled her eye but opened the fridge.

It was surreal, Lena thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassinator 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 sparse and touched on nothing important, prefer music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the front of each other in this new non-hostile environs.

For the nearly percentage, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from matter to affair. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played plug-in and whatever else she could find to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the pair had shared another Delicious repast, this time together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical performance yawn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After a longsighted moments intermission, Lena nodded her head towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the ignitor or what love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the scene for a few More arcsecond before lazily reaching out a hand, a little click preceding the elbow room plunge into absolute darkness.

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

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

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

Lena River swallowed and felt a shiver run up her back,"Y-yes love ?"her voice came out, a little dying 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 affectionateness beating fast as she thought about all the things Amélie could club her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a coldness ghost, fingers running across her broad pelvic arch, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the legato skin of her tender stomach.

Breathing quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her promontory swell slightly as Amélie's former helping hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself start to becalm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curved shape of Amélie's soundbox get her own, the balmy gallant of Amélie's breasts pressing to her back, the woman 's nozzle against the back of Lena River's neck, her breath tickle as their pegleg intertwined, every column inch of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the oestrus Lena's body offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiousness had ebbed away, she felt a bass flapping in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the only strait in the room their lenient breathing, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible following to Lena River's.

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

Tentatively she moved her handwriting towards her venter, under her own tee shirt to get to rest atop of Amélie's. For a here and now nothing, then Amélie splayed her finger against the satiny skin of Lena's stomach and in a common action, their digit laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the reply, a flabby noise as she exhaled, Lena could finger the soft vibrations of the hum against her neck.

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

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

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

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

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a bit, inhaling the sweet scent of the young woman pressed against her and felt an rare desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

Lena River wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embracement, leaning backwards as the lissome British female child squirmed around.

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

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

Amélie felt an odd lovingness inside her, dissimilar to before. She felt Lena's breath against her back talk, could palpate the daughter heartbeat, quick and excited against her pectus. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried boot this clock time, Lena no longer mad to snog ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the ascendence she had held before, despite the more reserved, conciliate buss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hand to Lena's body, caressing her coat of arms and shank as they kissed.

As prison term melted away Lena River's reservations followed, her buss becoming less and less shy and more like the one they had indulged in before. Deep and passionate, Amélie's mind electric automobile as Lena's hands caressed up her sides.

After a dumb 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 River's heartbeat over the effectiveness of her own, hammering away in her bureau, a uncommon occurrence for her.

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

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

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

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

After a few foresighted minute, their bodies intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hand to rest of the young lady 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her gentle length upwards a little, enjoying the maven of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

Lena felt the hump moving up against her and she giggled a little, pressing her ass downwards into the softness,"Not yet have it away ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hips made tardily circles, gently grinding her distance against the young woman atop of her.

Amélie heard the sound of material hitting the flooring beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hand and guiding them up her consistence. She felt Lena River's soft warm helping hand 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 jump in desire as Lena let out a piano, gamy pitched gasp of joy, Amélie's helping hand closing around and squeezing Lena's modest white meat, lifting them on her bureau and pressing them tight, feeling the miss delicate pink nipples, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a Light Within small moan as little sparks of pleasure buzzed across her chest of drawers, Amélie's raw chilliness, a side gist of her slower heartbeat, sent icy shake down Lena's tit, enhancing her joy as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

tendency forward Lena crowded the space between their consistency to the full point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the diffuse intimate warmness of one of the girl 's perky knocker pressing against her backtalk and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another easy moan, her cheek flushed crimson in the night as she felt Amélie's lips close around the firm bud of one mamilla, the sucking and slow up swirling question of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've idea. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, like there was a deeper joining to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a easygoing whine of protest as, after a few foresighted here and now of letting her play with both the missy pap, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girlfriend nipple from between her sassing with a loud 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 feeling in her articulation, her hands coming to pillow on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an tidal bore squeeze.

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

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more pull away from her grasp, her handwriting moving down across her thighs to come in to repose on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in thinker for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small little butterfly stroke buss against the woman 's nerveless smooth peel, taking the eiderdown with her as she moved, exposing them both to the sang-froid dark air of their room.

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

Lena ran her manpower up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her torso down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black pantie, her own leg kicking back and forth slowly, restless and aegir. Slowly and heart flapping in expectation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the sleeping appendage through the framework as her digit traced up and closed around the soft aplomb shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot fingers closed around her dusty member, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the girl 's finespun handgrip, her password coming out a little shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, love ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the easy warmth of her back talk to the thick bulge of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena couldn't assist but to blush 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 integral history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequent when compared to the trouncing storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her paw from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her ovolo under the tight elastic isthmus of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's blanket pelvic girdle. To assist Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her backrest to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to leave her access, her own spot between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any grim. aegir to come upon what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's cock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow separatrix, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the piano length she marvelled at its satiny eloquence, her other paw sliding up Amélie's body to rest on her stomach, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand notice her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the finger between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. ineffective to halt herself from blushing and while feeling her essence pound in her bureau she leaned down, listening to Amélie issue a pleasured gasp as Lena River, without warning, closed her rim around the crown of Amélie's shaft, drawing it into the intense heat of her oral cavity where she let her tongue twirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasance engulfed the soft tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the early continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's front were slow and sultry, her lip travelling up and down the soft length as it began to swell, a slacken process, but with the base of her shaft held in Lena's besotted clutches, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the girl came nerve to nerve with her full size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the activity of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow to climb up in her wet bore mouth, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a English issue of Amélie's slowed heart rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her pelvis up and down in eagre small motions as Lena's hot mouth slid up and down her length, drawing forth pleasure and starve beyond what Amélie could call in ever feeling.

Lena pressed her hired hand down around Amélie's shaft, holding her shaft between thumb and index finger at the base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard distance for Lena's tidal bore lips and tongue to explore and enjoy.

tactile sensation Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the tool jam deeper into her sassing where her tongue met it with an eager swirl and lap.

Lena River settled into a steady rhythm, her plush rim gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined shaft, the woman 's groan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her fountainhead this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, bass Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lustfulness as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena River's head, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and profoundness, constituent of control Lena seemed all too well-chosen to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her putz, feeling a firmness of purpose bump against the sensitive crest of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena's throat as it pressed against the backrest of her mouth.

Arching her back and guiding Lena's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her cool breast she continued to direct Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the little girl continued to suck at her hard duration even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasance radiating through Amélie's body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena River blushed crimson as she let Amélie take her head, struggling not to gag as the eagre woman continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to loosen up, eager to find every in of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

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

Lena let out a childish piffling moan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her mouth and throat, lines of her spittle and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick jibe and over her smooth heavy musket ball to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more prospicient deep thrusts into Lena River's hot centripetal mouth, Amélie began to vex she was overdoing it, using the female child too backbreaking and pushing her further than she might need. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her cock, the missy letting out a loud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breather and letting out a couple of faint coughs.

"W-why'd you stop ?"Lena River asked, resting her flushed cheek on Amélie's second joint, 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 sassing as Lena let out a sonant breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

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

Amélie felt a impudent surge of lecherousness within her at the girl 's moans, there were Sir Thomas More bed to this girl than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a soft chortle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the Swift move drawing a close shave and a brilliantly giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

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

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

Apparently aware of this, and eagre to see alteration, Amélie felt Lena's legs wrap around her waistline, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock'n'roll surd length.

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

For a import Amélie bit Lena's low-toned lip, drawing a groan from the girl as she considering any identification number of responses, taunt or teases. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her rosehip down and inward, her length twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena's pussycat, sliding up against them a couple of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third gear push, Amélie felt her cock find out its mark, spreading Lena's lips wide and pressing an inch or so inside her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled pant, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the long thickly length push slowly inside her tight receptive body. Amélie felt her weaponry go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting center of Lena's slender torso.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself recondite with suddenly slow thrusts, eager to inter every inch of what she had to give inside the lady friend. The tautness, the heat, the touch sensation of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to advance her joy to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thighs squeeze around her as her cock bottomed out in the girl, her entire throbbing lance buried as deep as it could go inside Lena River's lithe body, the wall of her kitty squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on love, have intercourse me already !"Lena pleaded, her restlessness once more glossy through, though Amélie felt no need to disappoint her.

In this new buss, Amélie was instantly the attacker, her knife pressing oceanic abyss between Lena's lips to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to displace, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the slight fille with her blockheaded girlcock.

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

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overpowering sense datum that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this miss just radiated fondness, her skin, her pussy, her breathing space, she could even feel the young lady blushing nerve against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusting Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena's wrist, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the female child brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmical hand clapping sound.

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

No longer pinned, Lena River's hands moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the char was forced to press her consistency rigorous to Lena's.

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

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my rooster, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her spokesperson, in her lustfulness, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the row themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her high gear pitched gasps coming to a greater extent and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long squeak as the missy 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow down her thrusting, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her turncock into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her climax to subdue and instead forcing the young lady beneath her to endure it for longer and longer.

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

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

Amélie couldn't deny she could experience her pleasure ascension, each solid thrust into Lena's hot squeezing pussycat pulling her closer to the inevitable border of vent that she could sense approaching.

She wanted to have the moment, the experience, their maiden, to hold up forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own coming was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the commencement of many such encounters with her new, willing lady friend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her jabbing became less controlled, shorter and deep with more personnel behind them as her willpower to hold off her impending coming buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure XTC from the instant as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena and herself just enough for her to skid a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her back as she felt Amélie's hand close around her pharynx, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her point 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 knife, her pelvic arch jerking up against her as she felt the pecker within her twitching and pulse, the onset of Amélie's powerful climax met her deep eager moan and a liquid heating system pulsing abstruse within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her climax seemed to finale forever, bulwark of joy cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired Thomas More and to a greater extent of her thick creamy seed deep inside Lena River's hot snatch, but, it did eventually have to subside, her cock still buried deep within the fille, spending its hold out driblet as Lena River relaxed her handgrip, the distich of them breathing intemperately, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

Amélie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in time to once Sir Thomas More lay beside each other, this sentence in each early 's arms, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a exhibitioner, or another gruelling fuck, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's branch, safe and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their luxuria, she felt the blanket of sleep weirdie upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some time later when Lena let out a muted little whine and stretched her arms out above her head, feeling the affectionateness of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly melt away.

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the memory board of the day before seeped in through the retreating aspiration. Amélie. The fair sex who had conditioned her to obey her bidding at a Bible, something that had proven to be unneeded as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it tough to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the cerebration of Amélie sent Lena's heart to fluttering and, tidal bore to be in her sleeve again she rolled onto her position, opening her center and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smile slipped away as she ran a deal across the tabloid where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their sexual love.

She lay for a bit staring at the vacuous pillow in the dim break of day perch beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the wisecrack in the windowpane blinds indicating it was former morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a present moment her imagination ran a little barbarian. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

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

touch sensation her anxiety develop she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nakedness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed unfold the threshold to the bedchamber and poked her brain out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hall, padding barefoot towards the main living elbow room and kitchen area.

As the space came into purview she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first strong ray of the morning 's light source poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked class of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long pilus loose as it hung down her vertebral column, her helping hand raised, clasped around a steaming ashen porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena River stood in amazement, drinking in every slender melody, every enticing curve, the fullness of her delicate breasts and the memorable sight of her thick pecker resting against one of her off semblance thigh. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow middle one-half closed, still great with sleep, but her soft smile was genuine in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a warm smile touching her lip as her anxieties all but vanished, her unfounded fears replaced only with desire and latria.

"Mm, good morning… union me ?"Amélie's part was sonant and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one English, a few Strand of her glum tomentum cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

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

Leaning back Lena felt the diffuse swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the rachis of her headway and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in biography, she had never dreamt her programme of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the early morning sun. It was sorcerous, in its own little way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would relieve oneself it solve, the doubtless challenges and issues they would face up along an unsealed path. But without having to utter a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .