Three secondment. Three essential seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to have an entire plan relying on such a small windowpane of time, but a lot can happen in three seconds, the trick was making them unavoidable, creating a pay off path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made sure as shooting 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 time she had planned ahead, really planned ahead.

She knelt perfectly still in the late night spark, a trace in the wickedness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim Light Within which formed the pattern of a wanderer eyes across her mask.

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

She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the subject window waiting for the blabbermouth blueing stripe that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

"You never really check do you, love ?"Came a saccharine vocalization, almost a whisper in her ear.

In the wickedness Widowmaker allowed herself the little of smirks despite the surprise, some Clarence Day it was just all too well-off. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her feet precise as she pulled the induction on her gun.

A flash of white from the gun muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a thick thumping as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a shell as it pinged off the nook of a wall, matched by the heave distinctive ‘ zip'of Tracers slipstream mingling in with the fille 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 of legal brief mechanically skillful whirring from sniper to violate mode the bouncy Brit's counterpart pulsing pistols were higher-ranking for this form of close fourth 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 elect abandoned edifice which had just happened to overlook at a length a particularly full of life superpower internet site, enough of a target to justify tracer bullet reception when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her odd and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a score of marks in the rampart where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled sharpshooter, but in many of their numerous confrontation they typically each came away unscathed, both so maneuverable that it was near impossible to accurately aim their mickle on the other.

She just had to keep running, to make it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a hundred clip, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the power deftness, it was tracer bullet herself, and only she knew that.

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

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

Widowmaker was getting near and could feel the moment coming, a branching path that either led to her triumph or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an apparent act of despair she aimed her ransack back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully reflexive screen fervidness, just a piffling foster, she could see the windowpane and the building opposite, the ambush, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last beat of fire in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise noesis of her dig, clicked the evacuate rifle several times as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The lady friend had hardly ever seen the glowering assassin without her treasured weapon system and a demilitarise Widowmaker offered a unique prospect, maybe this was the prison term she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her fount as a spray of tracer 's pulsing side arm shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her regard up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her mitt reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her heart making finding her prey a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her free weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the chance, she blinked forward, feeling the world shimmy around her as she appeared out over the alleyway, her impulse pistols shifting back with a practiced film of her articulatio radiocarpea into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

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

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's psyche counted every s with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and counterweight beyond that of tracer when she was not in the outgrowth of blinking around. Deux.

tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of brand, a flashgun.

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

"Ahh !"tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, hurting anthesis in her like a flower as she, on staring instinct alone, recalled.

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

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the back street, except this metre without Widowmakers peg to snaffle a grasp of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravitational attraction took its unrelenting grip on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her attempt only served to slow her inevitable fall to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grungy level of the alley with a heavy clunk and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator.

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

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

Widowmaker stood on the sharpness of the building 's ceiling, a smirk on her feature of speech as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unequalled formula, fit for its very unequalled purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to amass her widow Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink dope had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest period of the way, watching as the scandalmongering jumpsuit-clad physique of tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite girl, how does it finger, to finally drop off ?"She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug smell, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant spokesperson music to Widowmaker 's auricle.

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 advance the girl 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to front 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 whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it tumble against her pectus as log Z's took its hold on her.

Tracer's ambition were to a lesser extent than pleasant, disarray and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a peak slowly losing its flower petal and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those fourth dimension had been too sullen to be real. movement, pain, music ? blossom ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretchiness out, her muscles aching and her head pounding, though at the very least the nuisance seemed to be slowly melting away, her stallion body comfortably spread out over a piano supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her eyes opening to narrow down slits, the bright visible radiation of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever thick sleep she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person.

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too familiar voice, the copious Gallic accent soft and unconcerned.

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

After the legal brief struggle that left her in an good view, panting from the effort, she spoke, her usually bright vocalization sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"nothing I wo n't repent. Tea ?"Came the phonation, oddly… Casual.

tracer bullet raised a hand as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to retrieve that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the manus over her middle, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her pegleg underneath her, a fatheaded duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

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

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

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and foe sitting beside her, delicate brow raised, a cup in one mitt held out towards tracer bullet, the liquidness inside dark and steaming.

"Widowmaker… You're… Wearing a jersey ?"Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most perplex prospect 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 case 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,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her foundation and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the light reflecting on her amber eyes.

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

Amélie let out a mild footling sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena observed the char 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet develop gait that she seldom got to look at her without either of them moving at some upper. After a moment of staring at the sylphlike material body and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost unperceivable hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What biz ?"

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

"Not for a lack of trying, bed,"Lena River said, matter of factly.

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

Lena felt the blush tactual sensation her nerve a lilliputian warmer and she raised a hired hand, running it through her short night hair's-breadth, messing it back up into its lawful place,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little friends swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her center around the sparsely adorn room. She didn't have much in the way of self-command, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her walls, trading floor and ceilings piddling 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 peg for the first base clock time 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 oculus over at Lena River as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena River, and I will explain."

Lena River eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

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

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her hand, unnaturally cool to the tactile sensation, coming to rest on Lena's slender pale thigh.

The fille'nerve flushed red as she parted her mouth to respond, but presented Amélie with silence.

"trade good, in brusque, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your mind is a footling LE your own, and a little Thomas More mine, mon amour."

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same shiver travel down her sticker again,"You will never hurt me or aim to shoot me, you will occur home to me here every night, as my new petite amie, girl. And you will verbalize 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 soft eager squeeze.

"Any dubiousness, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many picayune spats I have grown to admire your tenaciousness and intensity level, 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 feature article,"These things would not be prevarication. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a prize. And I can believe of no greater victory than this. To own you. To construct you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, doubtfulness and concern once again in her dresser, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her break. The dreaming, the word pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

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

"Not all-fired likely…"Lena said, her soft voice edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger's breadth through Lena River 's short brown hair's-breadth,"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 fiat for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breathing place outflow in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd chilliness of the char 's lips find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a true osculation was something dumb, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow up and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something unlike and she had no alternative but to obey the new imprinted will of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a sonant slight moan as she felt her mouth play slow and testingly against the comparatively intense warmth of Lena River's own, the girl's custody moving to remain on Amélie's waist through the thin fabric of her tee shirt, caressing the curve ball of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena's hand wrapping around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hair as her former deal pressed splayed-out against her book binding. The slender British miss beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard duty, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's sleeve as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hands shift.

One of the girl handwriting, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the early between Amélie's thigh, the girls other handwriting, which had been on her back, instead came to breathe on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to fondle against the soft cool cutis of her abdomen.

Lena's back talk found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a slow kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the young woman's clapper slipped eagerly between the Daniel Chester French woman 's lips, beginning an intense dance of lustfulness and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her clasp on Lena's weapons system, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a passion counterpane through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British people girl since perhaps the first off prison term she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their fig not dissimilar, but their mentality and attitudes so different. To begin with, tracer bullet vibrancy and slaphappy nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even abide by it. Despite the hardships Lena River had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of protagonist and, Amélie knew more recently, a detachment with her long-run lady friend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her gag, or the frothiness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thought process were disrupted by the sensation of strong fingers tracing up her pelt, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their backtalk parted briefly, their breather hot before rejoining the candy kiss, Amélie felt the paw caress higher until, at last, under the smoothen textile of her t-shirt the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie's wide but pocket-size breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a picayune harder between her thighs, 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 closed book to her. In this representative, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how yearn. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘ real kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the young woman relax her grip and her hold, their lip parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

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

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's cheek, but Lena turned her mind away, all quips and gossip gone as she stared off at zero. Amélie let out a dry little chuckle,"Mm, suit yourself."

Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and stair from the room, her footstep so hushed 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 foeman had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could fall behind. While she knew her nous was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her mentation were her own. She felt all the old thought and feelings for Widowmaker, the ire for her criminal offence, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something dissimilar.

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 back talk, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her olfactory organ. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly stroke take flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her center for a instant and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her mind turn over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no dubiousness. But ... Had she been ordered to relish it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clearing in an minute, her center going broad, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the peck before her.

On the bedside tabular array in front man of her sat a unity cup, the mental object still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic item, clasping it in her work force, the associate lovingness giving her some level of comfort.

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

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of plain black panties. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. contribution of her wanted to spring from the window, escape into the urban center, but every boldness ending in her body told her it was an impossible action. She had been ordered to abide, and stay she would.

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

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own view Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her Kuki-Chin as her other deal lazily flicked a Thomas Nelson Page on an old record, the sound of gentle authoritative music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable audio of her rain shower starting up. For a bit Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to fall in her some space.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a stupefied interrogation, but Lena had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to ramp up between them. The intemperate gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena 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 single arch supercilium,"smell, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her rich accent and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena intellection, at least when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in nearly of their former encounters.

Lena nodded.

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

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

"What do you require ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a flat expression,"Dieu, tell me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her fountainhead and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

"Ha, cheers love,"Lena River said, a piddling triumphant 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 assassin cooked her a meal, an omelet, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

Their conversation for the residuum of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing significant, favouring medicine, the weather, and anything else that meant zero. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the comportment of each other in this new non-hostile environment.

For the most percentage, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena River proved to be rather restless, moving from thing to affair. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played carte and whatever else she could determine to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the pair had shared another delectable meal, this time together, Lena River had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

"So, which bed is mine ? I 'm gettin'sleepy."Lena asked, standing at a jaunty slant, mitt on hip, her other covering her mouth to block out her yawn.

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

Lena River looked a niggling unsealed, but by no substance surprised,"You want me to catch some Z's with you ?"

"Of line,"Amélie let out a dry chuckle,"It gets stale alone."

Lena stayed silent for a long moment, her stare 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 optic slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefooted towards the bedroom where she'd first woken up,"Guess we're bunk bed Paraguay tea then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a instant, weighing her choice before, with a get off sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off visible light as she went.

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

After a foresighted here and now pause, Lena River nodded her headland towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lights or what eff ?"

Amélie freely drank in the view for a few to a greater extent seconds before lazily reaching out a script, a little click preceding the suite plunge into out-and-out darkness.

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the covers, the absolute dark was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the 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 quiet as clothes hit the story to the English of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

For a fiddling piece, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their back, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the quiet was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out diffused,"Pétale ?"

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

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

Lena did as she was told rolling to lay on her side of meat, 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 touch, finger running across her extensive hips, the bridge player moving up to caress and perch on the smooth skin of her lovesome stomach.

respiration quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her head crestless wave slightly as Amélie's other deal slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself get to quiet and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the breaking ball of Amélie's body find her own, the lenient swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her vertebral column, the adult female 's nose against the back of Lena River's neck, her breath tickling as their stage intertwined, every inch of the cool fair sex seemingly seeking out the rut Lena's trunk offered.

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

Lena felt… condom. She felt genuinely safe. In the weaponry of this accomplished assassin who had Thomas More than earned her moniker, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to hail to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment nothing, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the slick hide of Lena's stomach and in a common natural process, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's finger tracing small roofy across her stomach as they held manpower.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The ovolo against her venter stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a second, inhaling the sweet odor of the girl 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 lissom British miss squirmed around.

Even with her enhance imagination in the downright dark of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the chassis of the girl, merely feel the warmth of her front. She waited, unsure as to what to expect from Lena. In all the design she had made having Lena so genuinely concern in her had never really been a feature film. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

Amélie's train of view derailed as she felt a helping hand insistence warmly against her berm, pushing her downwards. She complied with the mitt, laying on her back once more as she felt Lena follow the helping hand, half draping herself on top of her capturer, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd affectionateness inside her, different to before. She felt Lena's breathing space against her rim, could sense the girls heartbeat, quick and aroused against her breast. Lena's back talk found Amélie's and they kissed, no look sharp rushing this clip, Lena no longer frenzied to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow up and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more reserved, soft buss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her manpower to Lena's organic structure, caressing her arms and waistline as they kissed.

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

After a slow and adumbrate dancing of tongues between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their olfactory organ pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena's pulse over the military posture of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rarified occurrence for her.

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

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

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

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her deal till her digit were laced in Lena's fashionable hair, pulling her back down into another eager osculation, one that they both melted into.

After a few longsighted 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 second joint, biting her lip as she pressed her gentle length upwards a little, enjoying the wiz 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 lie with ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her pelvic girdle made slow traffic circle, gently grinding her length against the girl atop of her.

Amélie heard the strait of framework hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's piano strong hands on her own, the girl 's smooth skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no T-shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a leap in desire as Lena let out a soft, high gear pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's manpower closing around and squeezing Lena's modest knocker, lifting them on her chest of drawers and pressing them tight, feeling the girlfriend delicate pink nipples, hard between her finger's breadth as she squeezed them together.

Lena River let out a light little groan as piddling sparks of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's raw cold, a slope effect of her obtuse heartbeat, sent icy shivers down Lena's teat, enhancing her pleasance as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

leaning forward Lena crowded the outer space between their body to the breaker point where Amélie's hands were forced to back out around to gently stay on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate passion of one of the girl 's perky titty pressing against her backtalk and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another delicate moan, her face flushed crimson in the night as she felt Amélie's brim close around the firm bud of one pap, the sucking and slow swirling motion of her clapper having more of an core on her than she would've thought process. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a recollective meter, like there was a deeper connector to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a mild whine of protest as, after a few foresightful moments of letting her period of play with both the girls nipples, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the little girl nipple from between her lips with a cheap wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a close call of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone in her voice, her bridge player coming to stay on Lena's incredibly slender waistline, giving her an eager squeeze.

Lena let out an almost anxious little giggle and sounded almost shamefaced,"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 hands moving down across her thighs to follow to rest on the bed weather sheet, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving pocket-size little butterfly kisses against the woman 's cool smooth skin, taking the duvet 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 script digging into the sheets as she felt the blushing warmness of Lena's impertinence closet through the fabric of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping cock.

Lena ran her manus up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's stage, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own pegleg kicking back and forward slowly, restless and eagre. Slowly and nub flapping in prediction, she slid one helping hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the slumber fellow member through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the easygoing poise shaft of her cock.

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

"Please what, make love ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft passion of her brim to the thick excrescence of Amélie's shorts.

Amélie breathed hard and looked down into the duskiness where she knew Lena was undoubtedly looking back up at her, she could almost see the girlfriend expression, prurient and eager. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena couldn't service but to flush ruby in the dark, feeling an odd sentiency of ascendancy over Amélie as she was begged for to a greater extent. For a moment she looked back on the remembering of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their face-off and competitiveness beforehand. An entire history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequent when compared to the beating storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her hired man from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her thumb under the tight elastic band of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's blanket hips. To assist Amélie raised her coffin nail off the bed, neatly arching her binding to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her stopcock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to fall in her access, her own position between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any get down. eager to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingerbreadth closing around the thick almost spongey indistinctness of Amélie's peter, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its slick smoothness, her early deal sliding up Amélie's body to breathe on her tum, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hired man find her own, fingers once more lock as Lena worked her distance.

Lena River gave a cushy squeeze of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. ineffective to arrest herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her pectus she leaned down, listening to Amélie publish a pleasured pant as Lena River, without admonition, closed her sassing around the Crown of Amélie's dick, drawing it into the intense rut of her mouth where she let her tongue twirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as joy engulfed the diffuse tip of her putz, her manus squeezing Lena River's as the former continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena River's campaign were obtuse and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the flaccid length as it began to swell, a deadening outgrowth, but with the Qaeda of her shaft held in Lena's loaded grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the girl came expression to face with her full moon size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the bodily function of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow to turn out in her wet eager lip, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side of meat effect of Amélie's slowed heart rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her pelvic arch up and down in eager petty motions as Lena River's hot mouth slid up and down her duration, drawing forth pleasure and lust beyond what Amélie could think ever feeling.

Lena River pressed her hand down around Amélie's shaft, holding her cock between quarter round and index finger at the fundament, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard length for Lena's eager lips and spit to explore and enjoy.

belief Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the core she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock printing press deeper into her mouth where her tongue met it with an eager swirl and lap.

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

"A-ah, oh my, deeper Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lust as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her tread and depth, element of control Lena seemed all too felicitous to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness bump against the sensitive Crown of her head, matched by a sluttish ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena River's throat as it pressed against the dorsum of her mouth.

Arching her cover and guiding Lena's held manus up to cup and squeeze at her sang-froid bosom she continued to direct Lena's head teacher up and down, marveling at how the miss continued to suck at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasance radiating through Amélie's physical structure like naught she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her head teacher, struggling not to gag as the eager adult female continually bumped the iniquity mushroom tip of her cock against the vertebral column of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, bore to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively size length within her.

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

Lena let out a childish little moan, trying to fetch her content of ‘ what do you mean I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet stochasticity emanating from her sassing and pharynx, communication channel of her spittle and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick beam and over her smooth heavy balls to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more long late knife thrust into Lena's hot open mouthpiece, Amélie began to concern she was overdoing it, using the girl too hard and pushing her further than she might need. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her cock, the little girl letting out a trashy gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's peel as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing spell and letting out a distich of light coughs.

"W-why'd you stop ?"Lena River asked, resting her flush 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 breast, enticing another moan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena let out a mild breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

"Maybe I like a little roughhousing honey ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's fingerbreadth grip her hair just tight enough for it to hurt a slight, sloshed enough to give Lena moan in response.

Amélie felt a fresh billow of lustfulness within her at the young lady 's moans, there were Sir Thomas More bed to this young woman than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile unspecific, a flabby chortle escaping her rim as her paw instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the fille as she suddenly found herself on the can 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 munition in the dark, gripping her radiocarpal joint and pinning them either side of the female child head, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

propensity down Amélie kissed up Lena's collarbone, finding her neck and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable track of lovemaking bites up one side of meat, each one causing another high pitched groan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a state of disco biscuit despite the fact that her own needs had so far gone unattended.

Apparently aware of this, and eagre to see variety, Amélie felt Lena's legs wrap around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussycat pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock hard length.

Amélie felt Lena River's hands pull up, as if trying to writhe 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 passion, don't make a young lady wait !"

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

Releasing the young woman lip Amélie urged her rosehip down and inward, her duration twitch and throb as it pressed against and between the silky hot back talk of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a distich of metre, each miss drawing a pleasured stochasticity from them both until finally, on the tertiary push, Amélie felt her cock find its marking, spreading Lena's lips extensive and pressing an in or so privileged her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled pant, arching her backbone up so her breast pressed against Amélie 's, their boob rubbing together as she felt the longsighted compact length get-up-and-go slowly inside her tight receptive torso. Amélie felt her arms go imperfect as joy blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's supple body.

The experience was indefinable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with shortstop slow poking, eager to entomb every inch of what she had to give inside the fille. The stringency, the heat, the notion of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to call down her pleasance to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thigh squeeze play around her as her cock bottomed out in the young woman, her entire throbbing shaft buried as abstruse as it could go inside Lena's lithe body, the bulwark of her kitty-cat squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on love, sleep together me already !"Lena River pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no need to let down her.

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

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

The heating was, for Amélie, the most sweep over genius that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate showdown had been extremely modified and everything about this girl just radiated fondness, her skin, her pussy, her breath, she could even finger the girls blushing face against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena's wrists, one supporting her weighting as the other once again tangled in the girls brown hair, gripping it tight as their eubstance met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in joy, her voice was drowned out by the richly pitched whimpers and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly girl unable to hold back the lust from her voice as Amélie took her, her articulatio talocruralis remaining locked around Amélie's body as each driving force drove her to new summit 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 woman was forced to press her body tight to Lena River's.

Lena could feel it, a pulsing oceanic abyss within her that matched Amélie's poking but outgrew itself every time, her own delight mounting profligate than she had ever expected it to.

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my cock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her voice, in her lust, heavier with her emphasis than usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena clench her tighter, her high up pitched gasps coming More and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long squeaker as the girl 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slacken her poking, in fact she intensified her ravishment, slamming her stopcock into the shaking girl metre and time again, not allowing her climax to master and instead forcing the girl beneath her to bear it for thirster and longer.

Lena's idea was a blank haze of pure pleasance and motive, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her sleeve and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her fan, hanging on for dear life, feeling each and every steely in of Amélie's veiny stopcock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and sentence again, her ponderous cum-filled nut slapping against Lena's impudence with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could finger her pleasure rising, each solid driving force into Lena River's hot squeezing pussy pulling her closer to the inevitable border of release that she could finger approaching.

She wanted to take the instant, the experience, their first gear, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own sexual climax was fast go about, but she knew too that this was the first of many such encounters with her new, bequeath girlfriend, with Lena River. With Tracer.

She gasped out as idea of what could be flooded her nous and her thrust became less controlled, shorter and bass with more force behind them as her will power to harbor off her impending orgasm buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as often pure ecstasy from the here and now as she possibly could.

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

Lena felt her eyes roll back with joy as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her vellication and pulse, the onset of Amélie's hefty climax met her deep aegir moans and a liquid high temperature pulsing late within Lena each meter Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her repressed load inside the plucky, lascivious Brit.

Her sexual climax seemed to last forever, walls of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each beat she fired more and more of her heavyset creamy seed deep inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to subside, her cock still buried deep within the little girl, spending its last pearl as Lena relaxed her bobby pin, the pair of them breathing concentrated, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another operose roll in the hay, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's weapon, secure and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the blanket of sleep spook upon her, drawing her down into its comforting astuteness where she willingly sank.

It was some time later when Lena let out a subdued petty whine and stretched her coat of arms out above her head, feeling the warmheartedness 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 remembering of the day before seeped in through the pull in one's horns dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her command at a Book, something that had proven to be unneeded 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 onset, she would never induce really met Amélie.

Just the thinking of Amélie sent Lena's heart to flapping and, eager to be in her weaponry again she rolled onto her position, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smile slipped away as she ran a hand across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their love life.

She lay for a mo staring at the empty pillow in the dim aurora light beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early aurora, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hired man through her tomentum, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indicant of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a minute her imaginativeness ran a picayune rampantly. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubtfulness crawling into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious judgment, ‘ And I can think of no cracking victory than this. To own you. To score 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 ?

Feeling her anxiety get up she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to report her svelte nakedness with. The discarded tee shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

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

As the quad came into scene she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first of all warm up shaft of the morning 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her hanker fuzz loose as it hung down her book binding, her helping hand raised, clasped around a steaming tweed porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena stood in astonishment, boozing in every slender descent, every enticing curve, the fullness of her flaccid bosom and the memorable great deal of her duncical cock resting against one of her off discolour thigh. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still large with eternal rest, but her soft smile was genuine in the heart it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, expert morning… juncture me ?"Amélie's voice was soft and loving, her expression wannabe as she cocked her mind to one side, a few fibril of her coloured fuzz cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

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

inclination back Lena felt the easygoing swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed white meat press against the backrest of her capitulum and she looked out the window, admiring the break of day as Amélie took a casual sip of chocolate, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so foresighted alone now in biography, she had never dreamt her program of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank burnt umber in the early sunup sun. It was witching, in its own little way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in storehouse for them in the future, how they would make it puzzle out, the doubtless challenges and issue they would face up along an uncertain path. But without having to speak a Christian Bible, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .