Three s. Three all-important seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to have an full programme relying on such a small window of sentence, but a lot can happen in three s, the trick was making them unavoidable, 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 time she had planned ahead, really planned ahead.

She knelt perfectly still in the previous night light, a shadow in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lights which formed the formula of a wanderer eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a gob you first have to lure in the prey, a trueness Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can arrive at them believe they have the upper berth 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 open air windowpane waiting for the telltale blueing stripe that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the fiddling whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

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

In the dark Widowmaker allowed herself the humble of smirks despite the surprise, some sidereal day it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her substructure precise as she pulled the induction on her gun.

A flash of T. H. White from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thump as her gun released its consignment, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the niche of a wall, matched by the warped classifiable ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the miss constant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the reward over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial of legal brief mechanical whirs from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's twin pulse pistol were superior for this word form of close one-quarter combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another schoolgirlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to overlook at a space a particularly life-sustaining baron land site, enough of a prey to justify tracer reply when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the heart rate pistols as they left a score of home run in the paries where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled marksman, but in many of their legion encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near out of the question to accurately aim their sights on the other.

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

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

"Oops, language !"tracer bullet giggled, the hallway lighting up in a newsbreak of blue as another watercourse of shots zipped down, landing just a stair behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the initiation and lighting the lieu up in a hail of fully automatic blind fervor, just a little further, she could see the window and the building opposite, the trap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of fire in her clipping, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise cognition of her shots, clicked the empty rifle several times as if surprised to observe herself running empty and, to tracer stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The young woman had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her appreciate weapon and a demilitarise Widowmaker offered a unique hazard, maybe this was the fourth dimension she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a atomizer of Tracer 's beat pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her hired man reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her heart making finding her quarry 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 opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the human beings geological fault around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced moving picture of her wrist joint into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

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

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's creative thinker counted every second with preciseness, this was the critical phase. She was on her invertebrate foot first, her story as a danseuse giving her poise and balance beyond that of Tracer 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 xanthous glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a instant.

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

"Ahh !"tracer bullet cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a blossom as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled.

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

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer bullet cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the back street, except this time without Widowmakers stage to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as soberness took its unrelenting wait on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing construction, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable declivity to the priming coat below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the raunchy floor of the skittle alley with a large thud and a bad sounding quip from her chronal accelerator.

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

The spitefulness mine detonated in her font, a cloud of pink gas engulfing tracer bullet, 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 cringe out of the pink daze that swirled oppressively around her.

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

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

"Ahh petite girl, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a calmness cadence, her faux affright gone now, replaced instead by a smug feeling, her usually stoic formula 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 interpreter euphony to Widowmaker 's capitulum.

Widowmaker let out a dry chortle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved deal to raise the young woman 's Kuki-Chin even as she winced, forcing her to appear into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes,"Now sleep, matter will be unlike when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."tracer bullet whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her question, letting it tumble against her chest of drawers as sleep took its clutches on her.

Tracer's dreams were less than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a blossom slowly losing its petal and wilting away.

A few meter she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark to be real. social movement, infliction, medicine ? efflorescence ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her soundbox stretch out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the pain in the ass seemed to be slowly melting away, her integral consistency comfortably spread out over a easy supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to let woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her eyes opening to narrow scratch, the vivid light of the room blinding, her visual sense blurred as she tried to pluck herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the vague lineation of a person.

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too associate vocalization, the rich French accent soft and unconcerned.

tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting lieu, wanting desperately to oppose herself, to flee, to press, but just not finding the push in her tire out dead body, stripped of arm, armours and throttle valve, to do more than sit up.

After the legal brief battle that left her in an upright military position, panting from the effort, she spoke, her usually hopeful voice sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

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

Tracer raised a hand as her thinker cleared itself of the fog of eternal sleep, surprised to determine that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hand over her center, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her leg underneath her, a thick eiderdown resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

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

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

tracer bullet felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one incline and she forced herself to spread out her optic, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, touchy eyebrows raised, a cup in one script held out towards tracer, the liquid interior dark and steaming.

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

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

"Why ? ..."

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

"No, I mean, why am I alert ? Why aren't you trying to pop me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her voice regaining a little Sir Thomas More of its girlish vibration,"qualification tea ?"

Amélie let out a soft little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena River observed the cleaning lady 's slender visibility. Their fights were always so incredibly fast pace with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet train gait that she seldom got to view her without either of them moving at some speed. After a instant of staring at the svelte figure and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost unperceivable hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

Amélie slam Lena a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still inviolate as it wound down her rachis,"The endless game of cat and black eye that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

"Not for a lack of trying, have intercourse,"Lena River said, thing of factly.

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

Lena felt the blush touch her boldness a petty warmer and she raised a manus, running it through her short dark hair, messing it back up into its rightful home,"Are you going to let me go away ?"

Amélie pursed her lip,"Mm, technically."

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

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

Uncrossing her legs Lena swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush rug between her toes, seeing her bare bland stage for the first time and noticing the t-shirt she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena River felt a single quiver 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 time, one leg crossed over the early defensively.

"W-what, what was that ! How did you pee-pee 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 farsighted under her control.

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her deal, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to rest on Lena River's lissome pale thigh.

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

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

Lena River swallowed hard as she stared, centre all-embracing like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off colour complexion.

"Now, pétale,"Lena River felt that like shiver travel down her pricker again,"You will never hurt me or aim to dash me, you will descend home to me here every Night, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you read ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without thought and, satisfied, Amélie gave her thigh a voiced eager squeeze.

"Any questions, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spat I have grown to admire your tenacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a consequence, enjoying the brief wide-eyed moment of surprise that played across Lena River's attractive feature of speech,"These thing would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a prize. And I can think of no not bad victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, doubt and awe once again in her chest, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her interruption. The aspiration, 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 bloody likely…"Lena River said, her soft articulation edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena River 's forgetful brown hair,"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 monastic order for you…"

Lena River blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their heart locked, their lips mere column inch apart as Amélie leaned over her.

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath safety valve in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her oculus. Lena followed suit, her center closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the adult female 's backtalk find her own, easygoing and oddly provisionary as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a dependable kiss was something slow, reserved and exploratory, an experience to be savoured, slow and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something unlike and she had no choice but to obey the new imprinted testament of her sylphlike body.

Amélie let out a cushy little moan as she felt her back talk play dumb and testingly against the relatively intense warmth of Lena's own, the girl's hired man moving to rest on Amélie's waist through the melt off cloth of her tee shirt, caressing the bender of her own slender body.

Her gentle groan heightened into a inscrutable one as she felt Lena's hired hand wrapping around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark fuzz as her former bridge player pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British fille beneath her shifted her system of weights as suddenly, and genuinely caught off precaution, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's coat of arms as if to hold her off, but as she did she felt Lena's manpower shift.

One of the girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the articulatio radiocarpea, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck opening, raising her question up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side of meat and the former between Amélie's thigh, the missy other paw, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's abdomen, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the diffused cool down tegument of her abdomen.

Lena River's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a easy candy kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her backrest up against Lena as the girl's tongue slipped eagerly between the French charwoman 's mouth, beginning an intense saltation of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the osculate Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena River's limb, 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 vivid sparky British girlfriend since perhaps the first gear time she had laid middle on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The little girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their outlooks and attitudes so different. To begin with, tracer vibrancy and freewheeling nature had irritated her, but in metre she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the grimness Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-run girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her laugh, or the bubbliness that made her tie-up out.

Amélie's thought were disrupted by the whizz of warm fingerbreadth tracing up her tegument, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breathing spell hot before rejoining the buss, Amélie felt the hired hand caress gamey until, at last-place, under the placid fabric of her tee shirt the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full but modest knocker, squeezing it as they made out, the girlfriend knee pressing a little harder between her second joint, meeting more resistivity than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some thing were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘ really buss'and as Lena's human knee pressed a trivial firmer between Amélie's legs, her bridge player still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grip and her keep, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

"Mm… That… That was worth the wait, my trivial pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breathing space,"You'll stay here with me today and tonight… Take your time in bed, then take a exhibitor. You'll tactile property better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's face, but Lena turned her head away, all wisecrack and comments gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry little chortle,"Mm, suit of clothes yourself."

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

She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the view vying for ascendency throughout her. Widowmaker, her foe 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 intellection were her own. She felt all the old sentiment and feelings for Widowmaker, the angriness for her offence, the compassion 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 collar above her oral fissure, scrunching up the framework slightly and holding it to her olfactory organ. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly hire escape in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her optic for a bit and exhaled in a long precarious breathing time, her mind turning over the memory of the buss, 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, representative quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thinking, thoughts of Amélie, thoughts for Widowmaker. She squeezed her eyes shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring ogre that was the cold-skinned brutal bravo Hydra, 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 lapse in optimism, just how dire her situation was.

Lena blinked, her mirky expression clearing in an instant, her heart going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside mesa in front of her sat a 1 cup, the subject 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 workforce, the familiar fondness giving her some floor of comfort.

After giving it a tentative snuff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a obtuse sip, then let out a recollective satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shivering reflectivity in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brute, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainness make in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her tooshie and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's jersey and a pair of patently inkiness scanty. Curiously she looked over a metropolis she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. function of her wanted to spring from the window, escape into the metropolis, but every nerve ending in her eubstance told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to ride out, and stay she would.

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

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thought process Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of java at her human elbow which rested on the countertop, her medallion supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of aristocratic serious music music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to render her some space.

After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena River move around her home, hearing a closet door unfold 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 elbow room kitchen combo.

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

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

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

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

"Ha,"Amélie smirked, following Lena River with her oculus as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arms folding on the rejoinder 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 receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to build up between them. The intemperately gaze Lena River gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brow before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a unmarried curve brow,"feeling, 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 stress and rolling meter quite pleasant Lena thought, at least when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or maliciousness, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a prospicient moment before responding,"When I murdered my hubby in his eternal rest, I think I was, in every way, the ogre you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a mother wit of departure. But you know, now, every Noel 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 present moment then glanced around,"... I'm kinda hungry ?"

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

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

Amélie gave her a directly look,"Dieu, tell me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her headway and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

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

Amélie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Amélie stretched her coat of arms out up and above her pass, accentuating her slender profile as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her T-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 little uncertain, but by no mean surprised,"You want me to kip with you ?"

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

Lena River stayed silent for a long second, her gaze briefly flickering up and down, eying Amélie from top to toe,"Do I have a selection ?"

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

Rolling her center slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the sleeping room where she'd first woken up,"supposition we're buncombe mates then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a import, weighing her options before, with a light sigh she stood, sauntering after the Britisher and following her back into her own bedchamber, switching off light source as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the room access, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her foresighted modulate peg on show as she reduced her kit once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long here and now intermission, Lena nodded her head towards the scant substitution beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the light or what love ?"

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

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the cover, 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 muteness as clothes hit the floor to the side of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

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

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold touch, fingerbreadth running across her all-encompassing articulatio coxae, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the smooth skin of her warm stomach.

ventilation quite ready she felt the pillow beneath her head sheik slightly as Amélie's early hired hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to penetrate on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body find her own, the soft swell of Amélie's titty pressing to her back, the woman 's nose against the vertebral column of Lena's cervix, her breath tickling as their legs intertwined, every in of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the estrus Lena's body offered.

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

Lena River felt… Safe. She felt genuinely prophylactic. In the arms of this accomplished bravo who had more than earned her moniker, she felt easy. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her tummy, under her own jersey to make out to perch atop of Amélie's. For a import nothing, then Amélie splayed her finger against the silky peel of Lena's stomach and in a common action mechanism, their digit laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's thumb tracing modest set across her stomach as they held hands.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a retentive bit in the shadow,"Do… Stuff."

The thumb against her abdomen stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a present moment, inhaling the gratifying scent of the girl pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embracing, leaning backwards as the lissom British lady friend squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced visual modality in the sheer dark of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the configuration of the young woman, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to have a bun in the oven from Lena River. In all the plans she had made having Lena so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature article. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, unlike to before. She felt Lena's breath against her sassing, could feel the girls twinkling, quick and turn on against her chest of drawers. Lena's sass found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried charge this time, Lena no longer frantic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and explorative, as Amélie had start hoped.

Without the restraint she had held before, despite the Sir Thomas More reserved, pacify osculation, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hands to Lena's eubstance, caressing her arms and shank as they kissed.

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

After a slow down and intimate saltation of glossa between them, Lena River broke the candy kiss, panting softly and resting her os frontale lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer finger Lena's heartbeat over the potency of her own, hammering away in her breast, a rare happening for her.

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

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

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

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her hands till her finger were laced in Lena River's fashionable pilus, pulling her back down into another eagre osculation, one that they both melted into.

After a few long import, their dead body intertwining as they kissed, Lena River pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hand to rest of the girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her soft distance upwards a small, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's dense ass.

Lena River felt the prominence moving up against her and she giggled a slight, pressing her ass downwards into the softness,"Not yet fuck ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hip joint made decelerate roach, gently grinding her length against the girl atop of her.

Amélie heard the auditory sensation of textile hitting the level beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her eubstance. She felt Lena's easy fond hands on her own, the female child '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, heights pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena River's lowly titty, lifting them on her bureau and pressing them tight, feeling the girls delicate pink mammilla, hard between her digit as she squeezed them together.

Lena River let out a spark little moan as little Muriel Sarah Spark of delight buzzed across her chest, Amélie's natural coldness, a side issue of her slower heartbeat, sent icy tremble down Lena's tit, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena River crowded the space between their organic structure to the percentage point where Amélie's hands were forced to back away around to gently repose on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate heat of one of the daughter 's perky breast pressing against her sass and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft moan, her nerve flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's sassing close around the firm bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling gesture of her knife having more than of an effect on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt joy like this in a hanker time, like there was a mystifying connection to it, and she knew the safe was still to come.

Amélie let out a diffused whine of protest as, after a few tenacious mo of letting her play with both the girl nipples, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her lips with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a close shave of pleasure from Lena.

"Ah, mon chéri, I was enjoying that,"Amélie said softly, surprised by the playful tone in her voice, her hands coming to catch one's breath on Lena's incredibly slender waist, giving her an eager squeeze.

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

Amélie arched an brow as she felt Lena once more force away from her clasp, her hands moving down across her second joint to add up to breathe on the bed canvass, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in head for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small little butterfly kisses against the womanhood 's cool down smooth skin, taking the continental quilt with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool night air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the sheets as she felt the blushing affectionateness of Lena's cheek wardrobe through the cloth of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping cock.

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and tenderness fluttering in anticipation, she slid one helping hand up Amélie's shorts, her lips kissing against the dormant member through the framework as her fingerbreadth traced up and closed around the sonant cool irradiation of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a short as the hot fingers closed around her dusty extremity, biting her lip as she felt it nip gently in the girl 's frail grip, her words coming out a piddling shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

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

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

Lena couldn't assistance but to blush crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the computer memory of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and fights beforehand. An intact history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequent when compared to the licking storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her helping hand from Amélie's boxershorts Lena River reached up, hooking her thumbs under the mean elastic banding of her boxershorts to joggle them down over Amélie's broad hips. To aid Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her rachis to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her hammer which rested against one thigh.

Lena River bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to collapse her access, her own position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any lower. aegir to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingerbreadth closing around the midst almost spongey womanishness of Amélie's cock, pointing it up and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the gentle length she marvelled at its silky eloquence, her other hand sliding up Amélie's body to rest on her stomach, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, finger once more intertwine as Lena worked her duration.

Lena River gave a soft power play of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to bar herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammer in her pectus she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her lips around the tip of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heat of her oral fissure where she let her tongue eddy eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the soft tip of her pecker, her deal squeezing Lena's as the early continued to spellbind at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slacken and sultry, her sass travelling up and down the soft distance as it began to swell, a slow process, but with the substructure of her shaft held in Lena's loaded grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be prospicient before the girlfriend came aspect to face with her full size.

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

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hip joint up and down in eager little motions as Lena's hot mouth slid up and down her length, drawing away pleasure and crave beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

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

Feeling Amélie squeeze her paw Lena knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock press deeper into her lip where her lingua met it with an bore swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a stabilize speech rhythm, her plush brim gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the womanhood 's moan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena River's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her capitulum this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, deeper Lena River, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her vox laden with lust as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena River's school principal, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and depth, elements of control Lena River seemed all too glad to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the female child head further down onto her rooster, feeling a resolve bump against the sensible crown of her head, matched by a light-headed ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena's throat as it pressed against the back of her sass.

Arching her back and guiding Lena River's held paw up to cup and compress at her cool breast she continued to take aim Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck at her hard distance even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's consistency like zilch she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie manoeuver her straits, struggling not to gag as the bore womanhood continually bumped the shadow mushroom cloud tip of her pecker against the binding of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, eager to feel every column inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

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

Lena let out a childish picayune groan, trying to carry her subject matter of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her mouth and pharynx, railway line of her tongue and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick ray of light and over her shine punishing ball to fleece into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more longsighted deep thrusts into Lena's hot sensory mouth, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the girl too severe and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her cock, the girlfriend letting out a loud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a couple of wakeful coughs.

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

"I thought I was being too rough…"Amélie said gently and felt Lena River eagerly squeeze her knocker, enticing another moan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena let out a soft breathy giggle, speaking with a cute sharpness to her voice.

"Maybe I like a small roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger grip her hair just tight enough for it to bruise a picayune, slopped enough to induce Lena moan in response.

Amélie felt a fresh surge of luxuria within her at the girl 's moan, there were Thomas More bed to this girl than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then grin spacious, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as her work force instantly found their way to Lena's rosehip, gripping her as she rolled over, the Sceloporus occidentalis front drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the miss 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 little girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's arms in the dark, gripping her wrists and pinning them either side of the girls head, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously aegir moan from Lena.

inclination down Amélie kissed up Lena River's clavicle, finding her neck opening and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of love bites up one side of meat, each one causing another high pitched moan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a province of cristal despite the fact that her own pauperism had so far gone unattended.

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see alteration, Amélie felt Lena's legs wrapper around her shank, articulatio talocruralis crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the suaveness of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock hard length.

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

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

Releasing the young lady lip Amélie urged her hips down and inward, her duration twitching and pounding as it pressed against and between the silky hot sassing of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a couple of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the tierce push, Amélie felt her cock find its Gospel According to Mark, spreading Lena River's sass all-encompassing and pressing an inch or so inwardly her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her rear up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the longsighted thick length push slowly inside her soused receptive body. Amélie felt her sleeve go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her surd pecker, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting nucleus of Lena River's slender eubstance.

The experience was unutterable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with curt slacken thrusts, eager to bury every column inch of what she had to give inside the female child. The tightness, the heat, the touch of Lena River beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to raise her pleasance to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena River's thighs squeeze around her as her pecker bottomed out in the girl, her entire throbbing shaft buried as deep as it could go inside Lena's sylphlike body, the walls of her slit squeezing down on her, milking her duration as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on love, have a go at it me already !"Lena pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no motive to disappoint her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her tongue pressing oceanic abyss between Lena River's backtalk to commix and toy with hers as her hips began to be active, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little miss with her heavyset girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena River moaning into her rima oris, the girl moving beneath her in clock time to her stab, enhancing each and every spark of delight as they sought to please each other in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overwhelm sense impression that mingled with the pleasance. In all her prison term as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this little girl just radiated heat, her cutis, her pussy, her breath, she could even feel the girls blushing impudence against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the candy kiss, her hands releasing Lena River's wrists, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the female child brown hair, gripping it tight as their organic structure met in a rhythmical clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her vox was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and puff Lena produced, the bubbly fille unable to support back the lustfulness from her voice as Amélie took her, her mortise joint remaining locked around Amélie's consistency as each knife thrust drove her to new pinnacle 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 loaded to Lena's.

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

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

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

Amélie didn't slack her driving force, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her tool into the shaking female child time and clip again, not allowing her sexual climax to overcome and instead forcing the girl beneath her to digest it for longer and longer.

Lena's creative thinker was a vacuous haze of complete pleasure and pauperism, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

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

Amélie couldn't deny she could palpate her pleasure rising, each strong thrust into Lena's hot squeezing kitty pulling her finisher to the inevitable border of dismission that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to form the bit, the experience, their first off, 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 coming upon with her new, unforced girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her thinker and her jab became less controlled, shorter and deep with more force behind them as her self-control to deem off her impending climax buckled, her psyche instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure rapture 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 handwriting between them. Lena gasped, arching her back as she felt Amélie's helping hand close around her pharynx, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her forefront and asserting dominance as Amélie's knife once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her heart roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's glossa, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the peter within her twitch and pulse, the onslaught of Amélie's powerful climax met her recondite eager moan and a liquidness heat pulsing trench within Lena each meter Amélie crested the wafture of pleasure, spending her pent-up payload inside the plucky, lascivious Brit.

Her coming seemed to finale forever, walls of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired Thomas More and more than of her fatheaded creamy seed deep inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually accept to settle, her cock still buried deep within the girl, spending its last drop curtain as Lena relaxed her grip, the pair of them breathing heavily, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

"A-Amélie…"Lena River whispered, her vocalism a small 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 prison term to once More lay beside each early, this clip in each former 's weaponry, where they belonged.

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

It was some meter later when Lena River let out a quiet picayune whimper and stretched her munition out above her head, feeling the affectionateness of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly run away.

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the pull in one's horns dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the eventide. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the persuasion of Amélie sent Lena's heart to flap and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her side, opening her center and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smiling slipped away as she ran a manus across the weather sheet where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their love.

She lay for a bit staring at the vacate pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the fond people of color spilling in through the fracture in the window blinds indicating it was ahead of time morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred trend as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no house. For a consequence her mental imagery ran a minuscule waste. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

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

Feeling her anxieties rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to get over her lithe nakedness with. The throwaway T-shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

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

As the blank space came into horizon she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm ray of the daybreak 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe defenseless form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hair loose as it hung down her back, her hired hand raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a import Lena stood in astonishment, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curve, the fullness of her sonant boob and the memorable vision of her thick cock resting against one of her off colorise thigh. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her chicken eyes one-half closed, still heavy with eternal sleep, but her diffused smile was real in the warmheartedness it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena River said gently, a warm smile touching her lips as her anxiety all but vanished, her groundless awe replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… joint me ?"Amélie's voice was soft and loving, her look hopeful as she cocked her psyche to one position, a few strands of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena River nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to grant the missy place on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her back was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the fair sex 's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to lie on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

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

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

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would make it puzzle out, the doubtless challenges and issues they would face along an uncertain path. But without having to verbalize a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .