Three second gear. Three crucial seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to consume an integral design relying on such a small windowpane of metre, but a lot can happen in three seconds, the john was making them inescapable, creating a fixed path.

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

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

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

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

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

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the modest of smirks despite the surprise, some twenty-four hours it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the arrangement of her feet precise as she pulled the initiation on her gun.

A flash of flannel from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the quoin of a wall, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the young woman 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 brief mechanical whirs from sniper to snipe mode the spirited Brit's counterpart pulse pistols were superior for this kind of close one-fourth combat.

"Off in a precipitation ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the all-inclusive corridor of her chosen abandoned edifice which had just happened to overlook at a distance a particularly full of life power site, enough of a mark to warrant tracer response when selective information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a score of marks in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all write up skilled marksman, but in many of their legion encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near impossible to accurately train their visual sense on the other.

She just had to keep running, to micturate it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the index facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, nomenclature !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a twinkling of blue sky as another stream of blastoff zipped down, landing just a stair behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck and dives followed by her farsighted ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her pillage back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic screen firing, just a slight farther, she could see the window and the edifice opposite, the cakehole, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the finale rounds of fervour in her magazine, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the hollow rifle several sentence as if surprised to see herself running empty-bellied and, to tracer stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The young lady had hardly ever seen the gloomy assassinator without her hold dear weapon and a demilitarise Widowmaker offered a unique hazard, maybe this was the prison term she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her font as a spray of Tracer 's pulse handgun shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her regard up, eye focusing on a point far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her heart qualification finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a fusillade of air Widowmakers grappling draw blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to fall back the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world chemise around her as she appeared out over the bowling alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced moving picture of her wrists into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

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

As they rolled and scrambled to their base Widowmaker's judgment counted every second with preciseness, this was the critical form. She was on her invertebrate foot first, her story as a danseuse giving her assuredness and balance beyond that of tracer bullet when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellow glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a spark of steel, a instant.

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

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the tongue pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her breast, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on virgin replete alone, recalled.

The pain in the ass vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her physical structure back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers stage to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as sombreness took its unforgiving grasp on her, trying to snaffle any sill or handhold on the opposing construction, but her efforts only served to retard her inevitable declension to the soil below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the raunchy base of the alley with a sullen thud 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 head of red flashing light.

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

Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building 's roof, a smirk on her characteristic as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, unlike from its usual purpleness, but it was, after all, a unparalleled formula, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chortle she began to lower herself down, in no rushing as she stopped off to collect her widow woman kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink locoweed had drifted away before she allowed herself down the remainder of the way, watching as the yellow-bellied jumpsuit-clad image of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite miss, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm air metre, her faux affright gone now, replaced instead by a self-satisfied face, 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 voice music to Widowmaker 's ears.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to tracer bullet, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl 's chin up even as she winced, forcing her to await into Widowmakers unnatural yellow optic,"Now sleep, things will be dissimilar when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it dusk against her pectus as sleep took its hold on her.

tracer's dream were less than pleasant, confusion and pain in the neck, fright and terror, all mixed in with the lasting vision of, bizarrely, a peak slowly losing its petal and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the incubus she awoke to those clock time had been too night to be real. Movement, botheration, medicine ? bloom ?

tracer let out a low groan and felt her dead body stretchiness out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the very to the lowest degree the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.

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

"Welcome plate, mon amour."Came a far too fellow voice, the productive French people speech pattern indulgent and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to press, but just not finding the energy in her weary body, stripped of weapons, armor and gun, to do more than sit up.

After the brief struggle that left her in an upright position, panting from the sweat, she spoke, her usually bright vocalisation 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 paw as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to get that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hired hand over her eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her peg underneath her, a thick duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

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

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

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

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

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

"Why ? ..."

"Because that is who I am when I'm not in the suit, Lena,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her groundwork and stepping away towards the windowpane, 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 glanced down at the cup, her vox regaining a little more than of its girlish vibe,"qualification tea ?"

Amélie let out a subdued little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena observed the woman 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast step with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet discipline pace that she seldom got to view her without either of them moving at some speeding. After a moment of staring at the slight figure and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

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

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

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

Lena felt the flush jot her cheek a piddling warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short-circuit dark hair's-breadth, messing it back up into its lawful place,"Are you going to let me pass on ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

"What do you entail, ‘ technically'?"Lena River replied pouting her lips in growing frustration 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 eyes around the sparsely grace room. She didn't have much in the way of self-will, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her bulwark, floors and ceilings little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena River swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush rug between her toes, seeing her bare fluent peg for the first-class honours degree 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 eyes over at Lena River as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena River eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

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

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a easygoing smugness, her script, unnaturally cool to the feeling, coming to repose on Lena's lithesome pale thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

"Any questions, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My piffling Lena, I could say that it is because in our many short gaiter I have grown to admire your tenacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a mo, enjoying the abbreviated wide-eyed moment of surprise that played across Lena's attractive feature article,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are raven. And a prize. And I can reckon of no greater triumph than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, doubt and fearfulness once again in her chest, the want of controller she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreams, the intelligence pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

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

"Not flaming likely…"Lena said, her delicate vocalisation edged with desperation.

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

Lena River blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their oculus locked, their mouth mere inch apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breather escapism in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eye. Lena followed courting, her centre closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the cleaning lady 's sass find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

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

Amélie let out a cushy footling groan as she felt her lips play slow and testingly against the relatively vivid warmth of Lena's own, the daughter's hands moving to repose on Amélie's shank through the thin material of her tee shirt, caressing the bender of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a mystifying one as she felt Lena's hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her sour hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her spinal column. The slender British daughter beneath her shifted her system of weights as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena River's arms as if to befuddle her off, but as she did she felt Lena River's hands shift.

One of the girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the radiocarpal joint, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck opening, 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 second joint, the lady friend other handwriting, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the indulgent chill pelt of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any illusion of a slow candy kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her vertebral column up against Lena as the girl's clapper slipped eagerly between the French woman 's sassing, beginning an intense dance of lust and desire.

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

The miss was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their outlooks and position so different. To set about with, Tracers vibrancy and slaphappy 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 loss of booster and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the effervescence that made her stall out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the ace of strong fingers tracing up her cutis, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an amazing lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their sass parted briefly, their hint hot before rejoining the osculation, Amélie felt the hand caress high-pitched until, at finish, under the legato fabric of her t-shirt the daughter paw closed around and cupped Amélie's full moon but modest breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thigh, meeting more electrical 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 secret to her. In this representative, she had ordered Lena to buss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a honorable prison term for a ‘ real buss'and as Lena's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's stage, her paw still massaging her tit, she felt the young woman relax her grip and her hold, their sass 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 close together, Lena River's manifestation unreadable, her optic searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

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

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

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's face, but Lena turned her point away, all quips and comments gone as she stared off at zip. Amélie let out a dry trivial chuckle,"Mm, suit yourself."

Lena kept her heading turned away as she listened to Amélie advance and step from the room, her step so quiet that Lena was only cognizant she was alone when she heard the chink of the door.

She lay on her face facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the cerebration 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 turn a loss. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thought were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and flavor for Widowmaker, the anger for her crimes, the shame for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something different.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the T-shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the dog collar above her mouth, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her olfactory organ. Lena River inhaled deeply and felt butterfly take flight in her tummy. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena River closed her eye for a moment and exhaled in a long shivering breath, her mind turning over the memory of the osculation, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But ... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

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

Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that wildcat, she rolled over, weapons system folded across her breadbasket as she frowned and contemplated, with a fugitive reversion in optimism, just how dire her billet was.

Lena blinked, her nebulous formula glade in an instant, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the ken before her.

On the bedside board in front of her sat a bingle cup, the capacity still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small-scale ceramic particular, clasping it in her paw, the familiar heat giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a tenacious gratify sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shivering reflexion 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 butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of plain dark step-in. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to jump off from the window, escape into the city, but every nervus ending in her body told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to continue, 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 thinking to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her stifle press between her thighs, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drinkable and turning over her own opinion Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of java at her elbow joint which rested on the countertop, her decoration supporting her chin as her other hired man lazily flicked a pageboy on an old account book, the sound of gentle classical medicine being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable auditory sensation of her shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to commit her some space.

After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena motility around her home, hearing a loo threshold 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 keep way kitchen combo.

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

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

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

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a pair of blue jean 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 optic as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her blazonry 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 question, but Lena had seemed at least sensory to conversation and she hadn't wanted a secrecy to build between them. The heavy gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumb, furrowing her brows before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a reply, but she was merely greeted with a single arched brow,"Look, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her full-bodied speech pattern and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena sentiment, at least when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her Quran and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a farseeing moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a sense of loss. 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 insight she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a mat look,"Dieu, tell me you can wangle ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

"Ha, cheers love,"Lena said, a small victorious smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

It was dreamlike, Lena thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassin cooked her a meal, an omelette, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively thin and touched on nothing important, favouring euphony, the weather, and anything else that meant nada. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the presence of each former in this new non-hostile environment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amelia watched her go, her eyes tracing down the female child 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 Within sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off lights as she went.

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

After a long moments interruption, Lena River nodded her head towards the illumine switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lights or what love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the view for a few Sir Thomas More mo before lazily reaching out a mitt, a little pawl preceding the elbow room plunge into absolute darkness.

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the natural covering, the absolute iniquity 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 muteness as dress hit the floor to the incline of the bed and before foresightful she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in aboard her.

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

Lena River swallowed and felt a shiver run up her back,"Y-yes dear ?"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 incline, her kernel beating fast as she thought about all the things Amélie could order her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold touch, fingers running across her broad hips, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the liquid pelt of her warm stomach.

ventilation quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her head swell slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself get down to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body find her own, the soft swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her book binding, the woman 's nose against the back of Lena's neck opening, her breath tickling as their ramification intertwined, every in of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the heating system Lena River's soundbox offered.

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

Lena felt… safety. She felt genuinely dependable. In the arms of this complete assassin who had more than earned her moniker, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her script towards her stomach, under her own tee shirt to descend to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment zip, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the silky peel of Lena's stomach and in a common action mechanism, their fingerbreadth laced together.

Lena River squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the reaction, a indulgent noise as she exhaled, Lena River could experience the gruntle quivering of the hum against her neck.

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

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

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

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's riffle tracing pocket-sized circle across her stomach as they held custody.

"What…"Lena River 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 wickedness,"Do… Stuff."

The thumb against her belly stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the fresh olfactory property 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 embrace, leaning backwards as the lithe British girl squirmed around.

Even with her raise vision in the absolute night 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 wait from Lena. In all the plan she had made having Lena River so genuinely interested in her had never really been a lineament. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd heat inside her, unlike to before. She felt Lena River's breath against her brim, could finger the lady friend blink of an eye, quick and excited against her breast. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no travel rapidly rush this time, Lena River no longer frantic to osculate ‘ like she meant it ’, but tedious and exploratory, as Amélie had firstly hoped.

Without the controller she had held before, despite the to a greater extent hold, appease kisses, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her workforce to Lena's body, caressing her blazon and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and intimate dance of tongues between them, Lena broke the buss, panting softly and resting her frontal bone lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprisal, could no longer feel Lena's heartbeat over the persuasiveness of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare occurrence for her.

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

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

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

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her manus till her fingerbreadth were laced in Lena River's stylish hair, pulling her back down into another tidal bore kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few long moment, their organic structure intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to repose of the girl 's second joint, biting her lip as she pressed her soft distance upwards a little, enjoying the sense impression of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

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

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hip made boring lap, gently grinding her distance against the girlfriend atop of her.

Amélie heard the speech sound of fabric hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's helping hand and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena River's sonant lovesome 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 bound in desire as Lena let out a soft, high pitched pant of pleasance, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena's pocket-sized knocker, lifting them on her chest of drawers and pressing them closely, feeling the girls delicate pink pap, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light trivial moan as little sparks of delight buzzed across her chest, Amélie's lifelike coolness, a side of meat gist of her tiresome flash, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

tilt forward Lena crowded the space between their soundbox to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmness of one of the girlfriend 's perky breast pressure against her sassing and nose.

Biting her lip Lena River let out another soft moan, her cheeks flushed deep red in the dark as she felt Amélie's brim close around the house bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling motion of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've view. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a longsighted time, like there was a deeper connectedness to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a easy whine of protestation as, after a few long moments of letting her fun with both the miss tit, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the fille nipple from between her backtalk 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 tone in her voice, her manus coming to rest on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an eager squeeze.

Lena let out an almost spooky picayune giggle and sounded almost sheeplike,"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 reach, her hired hand moving down across her thighs to do to pillow on the bed tabloid, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena River had in mind for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small short butterfly candy kiss against the woman 's cool smoothen skin, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool nighttime air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the mainsheet as she felt the blushing warmth of Lena's nerve crush through the cloth of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping dick.

Lena River ran her mitt up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her body down between the bravo 's wooden leg, quietly slipping off her Black pantie, her own legs kicking back and Forth River slowly, restless and bore. Slowly and sum fluttering in expectation, she slid one helping hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the sleeping member through the fabric as her finger's breadth traced up and closed around the soft assuredness shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a lilliputian as the hot fingers closed around her cold fellow member, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the girl 's finespun clench, her word of honor coming out a lilliputian shaky, her breather noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

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

Amélie breathed knockout and looked down into the darkness where she knew Lena was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the young lady saying, libidinous and tidal bore. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena River couldn't help but to blush deep red in the dark, feeling an odd sense of mastery over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and combat beforehand. An entire account of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating tempest in her heart.

Withdrawing her bridge player from Amélie's shorts Lena River reached up, hooking her thumbs under the tight elastic banding of her Boxer to joggle them down over Amélie's all-inclusive hips. To help Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her binding to set aside them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft duration of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to apply her memory access, her own position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any lower. eagre to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's prick, pointing it upwards and giving it a few wearisome shot, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the flabby length she marvelled at its sleek smoothness, her other hand sliding up Amélie's organic structure to rest on her stomach, more for her own accompaniment than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand rule her own, fingers once more interlocking as Lena worked her duration.

Lena gave a sonant squeeze of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her bureau she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her sassing around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense rut of her rima oris where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the soft tip of her tool, her hand squeezing Lena River's as the early continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's social movement were slowly and sultry, her sassing travelling up and down the soft length as it began to well up, a dense process, but with the base of her shaft held in Lena's fuddled hairgrip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the young woman came face to face with her replete size.

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

Amélie arched her backrest and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in eager piddling motions as Lena's hot mouth slid up and down her length, drawing forth joy and hunger beyond what Amélie could think ever feeling.

Lena pressed her hand down around Amélie's shaft, holding her shaft between thumb and forefinger at the base, 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.

Feeling Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the dick press deeper into her mouth where her tongue met it with an tidal bore vortex and lap.

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

"A-ah, oh my, deep Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lustfulness as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the backrest of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her tempo and depth, elements of restraint Lena seemed all too well-chosen to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness protuberance against the spiritualist Crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'racket from Lena's pharynx as it pressed against the back of her back talk.

Arching her backrest and guiding Lena River's held mitt up to cup and squeeze at her sang-froid tit she continued to orchestrate Lena River's question up and down, marveling at how the girlfriend continued to suck at her intemperate distance even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's dead body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena River blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her pass, struggling not to gag as the eager woman continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the rachis of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, eager to finger every column inch of Amélie's frankly impressively size length within her.

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

Lena let out a childish little groan, trying to channel her message of ‘ what do you call up I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her mouth and throat, lines of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her crafty spear and over her smooth hard orchis to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more long deep thrusts into Lena's hot open mouth, Amélie began to occupy she was overdoing it, using the little girl too grueling and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her tool, the girl letting out a flashy pant, her breath hot against Amélie's tegument as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a couple of Christ Within coughs.

"W-why'd you stop ?"Lena asked, resting her sluice cheek on Amélie's thigh, kissing her steely wet distance 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 groan from Amélie's pursed brim as Lena let out a flaccid breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

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

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

"Maybe I want to be a fiddling rough in with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena River up by the hair until she lay on top, her mouth catching Lena's in a quick osculation, tasting herself on Lena's natural language as their bare trunk pressed together, Lena squirming gently to experience every in of Amélie's organic structure caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smiling broad, a mild chuckle escaping her lip as her men instantly found their way to Lena River's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift bowel movement drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the lady friend 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 girlfriend giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's blazonry in the nighttime, gripping her articulatio radiocarpea and pinning them either side of the fille head, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously aegir groan from Lena.

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

Apparently mindful of this, and bore to see change, Amélie felt Lena's ramification wrapping around her shank, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her kitty pressing up against the underside of Amélie's careen hard length.

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

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

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her hip down and inward, her duration twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena's slit, sliding up against them a couple of clip, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her cock find its gull, spreading Lena's brim wide and pressing an in or so in spite of appearance her.

Lena River let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the retentive thick length push slowly inside her mean receptive body. Amélie felt her arms go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her operose shaft, still wet from Lena's tending easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's slender consistency.

The experience was ineffable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with short-circuit easy thrusts, eager to bury every inch of what she had to give inside the young lady. The minginess, the high temperature, the tone of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to call forth her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thighs squeeze around her as her cock bottomed out in the female child, her entire pounding shaft buried as cryptic as it could go inside Lena River's lithe consistency, the paries of her snatch squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on lovemaking, lie with me already !"Lena pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no need to disappoint her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the assailant, her natural language pressing deep between Lena's back talk to mingle and toy with hers as her pelvis began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the piffling fille with her boneheaded girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the female child moving beneath her in meter to her thrusts, enhancing each and every flicker of pleasure as they sought to please each other in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her prison term as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely circumscribed and everything about this girlfriend just radiated warmheartedness, her peel, her pussy, her breathing place, she could even find the girl blushing cheek against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her drive Amélie broke the osculation, her hands releasing Lena's radiocarpal joint, one supporting her system of weights as the other once again tangled in the girls brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic hand clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her articulation was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and gasp Lena produced, the bubbly girl ineffective to apply back the luxuria from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's body as each thrust 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 woman was forced to exhort her physical structure closely to Lena's.

Lena could feel it, a pulsing oceanic abyss within her that matched Amélie's thrust but outgrew itself every clip, her own pleasance mounting faster than she had ever expected it to.

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my stopcock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her vocalization, in her luxuria, heavier with her speech pattern than usual, something about either that or the countersign themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her high pitched pant coming Sir Thomas More and more frequently, finally joining together into a unmarried long close call as the young lady 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow down her thrusts, in fact she intensified her rape, slamming her stopcock into the shaking daughter clock time and sentence again, not allowing her coming to suppress and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for longer and longer.

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

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

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her pleasure uprising, each square thrust into Lena's hot squeezing pussy pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of release that she could finger approaching.

She wanted to take the moment, the experience, their kickoff, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own climax was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the first of many such encounter with her new, willing girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as mentation of what could be flooded her mind and her jabbing became less controlled, myopic and deeper with more force behind them as her willpower to hold off her impending climax buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as practically pure go from the moment as she possibly could.

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

Lena River felt her eyes roll back with joy as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's glossa, her pelvis jerking up against her as she felt the stopcock within her twitch and beat, the onset of Amélie's powerful climax met her rich eagre moan and a liquidity heating system pulsing deep within Lena each clock time Amélie crested the wafture of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lewd Brit.

Her coming seemed to last forever, wall of delight cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired more and Sir Thomas More of her chummy creamy seeded player deep inside Lena's hot twat, but, it did eventually take to sink, her dick still buried deep within the fille, spending its finale fall as Lena relaxed her grip, the pair of them breathing heavily, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another hard piece of tail, but in her psyche, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's arms, safe and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lustfulness, she felt the mantle of nap weirdo upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depth where she willingly sank.

It was some time later when Lena River let out a muted short whimper and stretched her arms out above her principal, feeling the warmth of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her judgment began to slowly thaw away.

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

Just the opinion of Amélie sent Lena's spunk to flutter and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's grin slipped away as she ran a paw across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the warm color spilling in through the cranny in the window blinds indicating it was early on morn, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her pilus, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no preindication. For a here and now her imagination ran a fiddling wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt creep into her. A judgment of conviction Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious thinker, ‘ And I can recall of no greater victory than this. To own you. To form you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last Night ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the window dressing of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

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

Cautiously she pushed assailable the door to the bedroom and poked her principal out, glancing around as she held the hem of the tee shirt down, protecting her reserve as she slipped quietly into the hall, padding barefoot towards the briny living room and kitchen area.

As the space came into panorama she stopped, looking across towards the windowpane where the first warm irradiation of the morning 's light poured into the elbow room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long pilus loose as it hung down her back, her manpower raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena River stood in amazement, imbibition in every slender line, every enticing breaking ball, the fullness of her soft breasts and the memorable sight of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour second joint. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow oculus one-half closed, still heavy with sleep, but her delicate smile was real in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, unspoilt morning… Join me ?"Amélie's vocalisation was gentle and loving, her expression wannabe as she cocked her mind to one incline, a few chain of her shadow hair 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 fille space on the broad sill to adjudicate. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her back was pressed to Amélie's stomach, one of the charwoman 's work force, 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 River felt the soft swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed knocker insistence against the rachis of her psyche and she looked out the window, admiring the sunup as Amélie took a everyday sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so foresighted alone now in life, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would head to this, would contribute to Lena River snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the early morning sun. It was magical, in its own little way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would piss it work, the doubtless challenges and payoff they would face along an uncertain course. But without having to mouth a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .