Three seconds. Three crucial second. It was a hazard, she knew, to give an entire architectural plan relying on such a small windowpane of time, but a lot can happen in three secondment, the deception was making them unavoidable, creating a set up path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made sure that that, at the very least, was unavoidable by picking a object 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 light, a darkness in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, unseeable save for eight dim lights which formed the pattern of a spiders eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a hole you first have to lure in the quarry, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can progress to them believe they have the upper hired man they'll get confident, perhaps too confident.

She scanned through the diverse still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale blue stripe that she was waiting for so expectantly, aught yet, but she could practically smack the little whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the secret plan was about to begin.

"You never really hear do you, do it ?"Came a saccharine vocalisation, almost a rustling in her ear.

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

A flash of white from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a trench thumping as her gun released its shipment, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a rampart, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the daughter unremitting giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer bullet had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial of brief mechanical whirr from sniper to snipe mode the peppy Brit's duplicate pulse side arm were superior for this strain of secretive twenty-five percent combat.

"Off in a hastiness ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a paries, diving through a room access and into the widely corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to overlook at a distance a particularly vital might site, enough of a target area to warrant tracer bullet reaction when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the beat pistols as they left a score of crisscross in the bulwark where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near impossible to accurately condition their sights on the other.

She just had to keep running, to cause it to her aim, she'd danced this duet a hundred multiplication, but today would be different, her accusative wasn't the top executive facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, language !"tracer giggled, the hall lighting up in a twinkling of racy as another stream of slam zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck and dives followed by her farseeing ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an ostensible act of despair she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one manus as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic screen fire, just a little foster, she could see the windowpane and the building opposite, the yap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of fire in her magazine, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the discharge rifle respective sentence as if surprised to retrieve herself running void and, to tracer stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dour bravo without her cherish weapon and a demilitarise Widowmaker offered a singular chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her look as a spray of Tracer 's pulse side arm shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her regard up, eyes focusing on a full stop far above her, her hired hand reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost imperceptible heartbeat of her core making finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her 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 world shift around her as she appeared out over the alleyway, her beat handgun shifting back with a exercise flick of her wrists 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 edifice, sherd of trash glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their infantry Widowmaker's mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical stage. She was on her invertebrate foot first, her history as a danseuse giving her poise and counterweight beyond that of tracer when she was not in the mental process of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her groundwork, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of sword, a flash.

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

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the tongue 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 painfulness vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as fourth dimension flowed differently for her, sending her physical structure back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"tracer bullet cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the skittle alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a cargo deck of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its relentless cargo area on her, trying to snaffle any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her exploit only served to slow her inevitable downslope to the flat coat below.

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

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

The Venom mine detonated in her boldness, a cloud of pinko gas engulfing tracer, filling her lungs and, without the evasion of her particle accelerator recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and creep out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the boundary of the construction 's roof, a smirk on her feature of speech as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purpleness, but it was, after all, a unequalled rule, fit for its very unparalleled purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no Benjamin Rush as she stopped off to collect her widow Kiss Rifle and waiting until the close of the pinko smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of tracer, sat slumped against a bulwark, breathing laborious and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it sense, to finally lose ?"She said in a tranquilize cadence, her faux terror gone now, replaced instead by a smug looking at, her usually stoical expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"Tracer coughed out, the concern and freak out in her bright vibrant articulation music to Widowmaker 's spike.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hired man to elevate the fille 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to wait into Widowmakers unnatural white-livered eyes,"Now sleep, things will be different when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

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

Tracer's dreams were LE than pleasant, confusion and pain, fearfulness and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

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

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her brawniness aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the pain in the neck seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire torso 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 eyes opening to narrow slits, the bright light of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to rip herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the vague synopsis of a person.

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too companion articulation, the rich Gallic accent soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to fight back herself, to fly, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her bore body, stripped of weapons, armor and throttle, to do more than sit up.

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

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

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

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

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

tracer bullet felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and opposition sitting beside her, finespun eyebrow raised, a cup in one hired hand held out towards Tracer, the smooth inside shadow 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 cross face 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 skintight suit everywhere I go ? And my gens 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 feet and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the lightheaded reflecting on her gold eyes.

"No, I mean, why am I live ? Why aren't you trying to vote down me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her vocalisation regaining a piffling more of its girlish vibration,"qualification tea ?"

Amélie let out a soft piffling sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena observed the woman 's slender profile. Their battle were always so incredibly fast step with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet trained yard that she seldom got to regard her without either of them moving at some speed. After a moment of staring at the svelte figure and before Amélie replied, Lena River looked away, an almost unperceivable hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

Amélie shot 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, love,"Lena said, matter of factly.

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

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

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your footling friends swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eyes around the sparsely adorn way. She didn't have much in the way of possessions, but the the likes of of Winston rampaging through here would do her bulwark, floor and cap little good.

Uncrossing her legs Lena River swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpet between her toes, seeing her bare bland branch for the number 1 fourth dimension 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 centre over at Lena 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 felt a single shiver run up her spine and after a moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the top this time, one leg crossed over the other defensively.

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

"Shh pétale, let me excuse,"Amélie said with a soft smugness, her paw, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to rest on Lena's slim pale thigh.

The girls'nerve 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 petty less 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 complexion.

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

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

"Any interrogative sentence, mon amour ?"

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

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

Lena looked down slightly, dubiety and fear once again in her chest of drawers, the want of ascendency she seemingly had over herself giving her interruption. The dreaming, the word pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

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

"Not bloody likely…"Lena said, her indulgent voice edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry picayune chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger's breadth through Lena River 's short Brown University 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 order for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena River felt her intimation flight in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eye. Lena followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd imperturbability of the woman 's backtalk find her own, soft and oddly provisionary as they shared their initiative kiss.

For Amélie, a confessedly buss was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, boring and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no selection but to obey the new imprinted testament of her supple body.

Amélie let out a gentle little moan as she felt her mouth play dull and testingly against the comparatively intense fondness of Lena's own, the girl's paw moving to take a breather on Amélie's waist through the thin fabric of her jersey, caressing the curved shape of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena's hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her wickedness hair as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her vertebral column. The slender British people girl beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off safeguard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's blazonry as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena's men shift.

One of the young woman hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the carpus, moved to cup the rachis of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her position and the other between Amélie's thighs, the little girl other hired man, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's belly, Lena's fingertips inching up under the ass of her shirt to caress against the soft cool off cutis of her abdomen.

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

Despite the unexpected daring of the kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena's subdivision, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth scatter through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British little girl since perhaps the first time she had laid optic on her, but any phantasy she may give had were nothing compared to the experience.

The miss was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their mindset and position so different. To begin with, tracer bullet plangency and devil-may-care nature had irritated her, but in prison term she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the red ink of Friend and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-run girl, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her gag, or the frothiness that made her base out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the aesthesis of warm digit tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an dreaded lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the buss, Amélie felt the handwriting caress in high spirits until, at last, under the smooth fabric of her T-shirt the young lady hand closed around and cupped Amélie's total but modest white meat, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a fiddling harder between her thighs, meeting more resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned tracer, taming Lena River into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this representative, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena River thought was a in effect prison term for a ‘ actual kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a fiddling firmer between Amélie's peg, her hand still massaging her knocker, she felt the lady friend relax her grip and her hold, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her eyes and looked up at Lena with her gold gaze, their faces still so close together, Lena's manifestation undecipherable, her optic searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

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

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

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's brass, but Lena turned her header away, all epigram and comments gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry lilliputian chuckle,"Mm, suit yourself."

Lena River kept her read/write head turned away as she listened to Amélie lift and footprint from the way, her pace so quiet that Lena was only aware she was alone when she heard the clink of the door.

She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her foeman had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could recede. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her sentiment were her own. She felt all the old opinion and feelings for Widowmaker, the wrath for her crimes, 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 mouth, scrunching up the framework slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly fill flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a yearn wonky breathing place, her intellect turn over the retentivity of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But ... Had she been ordered to savour it ?

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

Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that beast, she rolled over, implements of war folded across her tummy as she frowned and contemplated, with a momentary lapse in optimism, just how fearful her situation was.

Lena blinked, her cloudy face clarification in an instant, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the mess before her.

On the bedside table in forepart of her sat a single cup, the capacity still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather little ceramic item, clasping it in her script, the conversant lovingness giving her some spirit level of comfort.

After giving it a doubtful sniff and detecting goose egg off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a farsighted satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own rickety reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's tee shirt and a pair of plain smutty pantie. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to bound from the window, flight into the city, but every nerve ending in her organic structure told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and stay she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her mentation 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 pressure between her thighs, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena 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 coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hired man lazily flicked a Page on an old book, the sound of gentle classic medicine 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 give her some space.

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

"How was your exhibitioner ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a ace eyebrow.

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm pile by her position, the early gripping its cubital joint, a provisionary flavour,"Er, it was skillful, cheers."

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

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the Same shirt, she had acquired a duad 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 eyes as she made her way around to sit at the breakfast bar opposite her, her arms folding on the sideboard as she hunched over,"Are you okay ?"

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a pudden-head question, but Lena River had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a secrecy to build up between them. The arduous gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumb, furrowing her supercilium before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a I 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 rich accent and rolling cadency quite pleasant Lena idea, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in about of their old encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her Bible and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long 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 self-reproach, 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 sixth sense she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a categoric look,"Dieu, say me you can ready ?"

Lena shook her head teacher and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

"Ha, sunshine love,"Lena said, a little victorious smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her centre but opened the fridge.

It was phantasmagoric, Lena River thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassinator cooked her a repast, an omelette, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

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

For the almost part, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather unsatisfied, moving from thing to thing. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played cards and whatever else she could observe to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the couple had shared another toothsome meal, this sentence together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

Amélie stretched her weaponry out up and above her nous, accentuating her slender visibility 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 looked a short uncertain, but by no means surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

"Of course of study,"Amélie let out a dry chuckle,"It gets dusty alone."

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

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

Rolling her oculus slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and shoeless towards the bedroom where she'd first woken up,"Guess we're bunk first mate then."

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

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

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the door, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena River, her long toned legs on show as she reduced her outfit once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a foresightful here and now pause, Lena River nodded her straits towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the Light or what have it off ?"

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

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the border 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 strain, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in secretiveness 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 aboard her.

For a slight while, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their spinal column, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute wickedness. But the quiet was eventually broken by Amélie, her vox coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold touch sensation, fingers running across her broad articulatio coxae, the helping hand moving up to caress and rest on the fluid peel of her warm stomach.

Breathing quite promptly she felt the pillow beneath her caput clotheshorse slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself start to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to come home on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body find her own, the flaccid swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her back, the adult female 's nose against the spine of Lena River's neck, her breath tickling as their stage intertwined, every inch of the cool cleaning lady seemingly seeking out the heat Lena's eubstance offered.

Though the waving of Lena River's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a mysterious flapping in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the sole sound in the room their soft respiration, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible next to Lena's.

Lena felt… rubber. She felt genuinely safe. In the arms of this accomplished assassinator 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 jersey to fall to reside atop of Amélie's. For a second nothing, then Amélie splayed her digit against the silky tegument of Lena's stomach and in a mutual action, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

Lena River felt her bosom lacing faster, Amélie's flip tracing modest R-2 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 minute in the dark,"Do… Stuff."

The quarter round against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

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

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embrace, leaning backwards as the lithe British girl squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced vision in the absolute night of the elbow room, Amélie couldn't make out the shape of the girl, merely feel the warmth of her bearing. She waited, unsure as to what to expect from Lena. In all the plan she had made having Lena so genuinely matter to in her had never really been a feature article. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

Amélie's train of idea derailed as she felt a helping hand 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 deal, half draping herself on top of her capturer, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, different to before. She felt Lena River's breath against her lips, could find the girls jiffy, flying and unrestrained against her chest. Lena's lip found Amélie's and they kissed, no festinate upsurge this time, Lena no longer frenzied to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the ascendence she had held before, despite the more hold, placate buss, Amélie felt more awake. She moved her hands to Lena's body, caressing her limb and waist 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 galvanising as Lena's hands caressed up her sides.

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

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

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

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her mitt to caress Amélie's buttock, feeling the softness of her hide under her thumb as she touched her,"... Want ... Sir Thomas More ?"

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

After a few long moments, their consistency intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her manus to rest of the girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her cushy length upwards a small, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

Lena felt the bump moving up against her and she giggled a short, pressing her ass downwards into the womanishness,"Not yet love ..."

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

Amélie heard the auditory sensation of fabric hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's work force and guiding them up her torso. She felt Lena's flabby warmly hands on her own, the girl 's smooth out skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no tee shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a leap in desire as Lena let out a soft, eminent pitched gasp of joy, Amélie's manpower closing around and squeezing Lena's modest breasts, lifting them on her chest and pressing them tight, feeling the little girl delicate pinko nipples, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light niggling groan as trivial sparks of pleasance buzzed across her chest, Amélie's natural coldness, a side effect of her slower New York minute, sent icy shivers down Lena's mammilla, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her soft mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the place between their bodies to the point where Amélie's work force were forced to move back around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmth of one of the little girl 's buoyant breast pressing against her lips and nose.

Biting her lip Lena River let out another soft groan, her cheeks flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's lips close around the firm bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling motion of her tongue having more of an essence on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt delight like this in a long time, like there was a deeper connection to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a soft whine of protest as, after a few yearn second of letting her gambol with both the girls nipple, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her lips with a tatty 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 hands coming to rest on Lena River's incredibly slender waist, giving her an eager squeeze.

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

Amélie arched an supercilium as she felt Lena once more pull out away from her appreciation, her script moving down across her thighs to come to pillow on the bed tack, Amélie finding herself eager now to jazz just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena River started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small small butterfly stroke kisses against the cleaning lady 's cool smooth skin, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the chill night air of their room.

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

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's thigh as she nestled her dead body down between the assassin 's stage, quietly slipping off her blackened step-in, her own pegleg kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and middle flapping in prediction, she slid one helping hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the sleeping phallus through the fabric as her finger's breadth traced up and closed around the piano cool shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot finger closed around her cold appendage, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the young lady 's soft handgrip, her words coming out a little shaky, her breathing space noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, make out ?"Lena River all but moaned as she again pressed the voiced warmth of her back talk to the buddy-buddy bump of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena couldn't aid but to blush crimson in the dark, feeling an odd mother wit of ascendancy 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 meeting and fights beforehand. An stallion history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her deal from Amélie's short pants Lena reached up, hooking her thumbs under the tight pliant band of her boxer to joggle them down over Amélie's broad hips. To assist Amélie raised her rear end off the bed, neatly arching her vertebral column to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft distance of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to dedicate her access, her own position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any depleted. eagre to break what awaited her she reached back up, her finger closing around the thick almost spongey blurriness of Amélie's hammer, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky smoothness, her former handwriting sliding up Amélie's consistency to rest on her stomach, Sir Thomas More for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena River gave a delicate power play of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to discontinue herself from blushing and while feeling her heart pounding in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie eject a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her lips around the Crown of Amélie's rooster, drawing it into the intense heat of her mouth where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the diffuse tip of her rooster, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's front were slow and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the soft duration as it began to swell, a slow process, but with the base of her shot held in Lena's tight traveling bag, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the girl came side to case with her full size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the activity of tending to Amélie's prick, which was decelerate to lift in her wet tidal bore mouth, though she wasn't surprised by its flatness, likely a incline outcome of Amélie's slowed inwardness rate she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her spine and breathed hard, working her coxa up and down in eager little move as Lena's hot sass slid up and down her duration, drawing forward delight and hunger beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena pressed her hand down around Amélie's calamus, holding her shaft between quarter round 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 tongue to explore and enjoy.

tactile sensation Amélie squeeze her script Lena River knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock press deeper into her mouth where her tongue met it with an eager swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady round, her plush lip gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined rooster, the woman 's moan 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, deeper Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lecherousness as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena's question, gripping her gently and guiding her gait and profoundness, elements of control Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the missy head further down onto her hammer, feeling a soundness protrusion against the sensible crown of her head, matched by a clear ‘ gluck !'haphazardness from Lena's throat as it pressed against the rachis of her lip.

Arching her vertebral column and guiding Lena's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her cool knocker she continued to direct Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the female child continued to go down on at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's torso like cypher she had felt before.

Lena River blushed crimson as she let Amélie steer her head, struggling not to gag as the eager cleaning lady continually bumped the night mushroom cloud tip of her cock against the back of Lena's pharynx, something she tried to decompress, eager to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

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

Lena let out a infantile little groan, trying to take her content of ‘ what do you mean I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet disturbance emanating from her oral cavity and throat, blood of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick shaft and over her smooth heavy ball to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more than long late poke into Lena's hot receptive mouthpiece, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the daughter too hard and pushing her further than she might need. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her cock, the female child letting out a loud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's pelt as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing spell and letting out a couple of light coughs.

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

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

"Maybe I like a little roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger's breadth grip her pilus just tight enough for it to suffer a fiddling, tight enough to give Lena moan in response.

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

"Maybe I want to be a little rough out with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena up by the whisker until she lay on top, her lips catching Lena's in a ready buss, tasting herself on Lena's tongue as their bare bodies pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every inch of Amélie's organic structure caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a indulgent chuckle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hip joint, gripping her as she rolled over, the Jonathan Swift motility drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the inning 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 arms in the dark, gripping her wrist joint and pinning them either side of meat of the girls mind, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

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

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see change, Amélie felt Lena's branch wrapping around her waistline, ankle joint crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her slit pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock hard length.

Amélie felt Lena's hand draw out up, as if trying to wrestle back command, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured footling gasp from Lena who whined cutely,"Oh come on making love, don't make a girl time lag !"

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

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her hips down and inward, her length twitching and pounding as it pressed against and between the silky hot sassing of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a twain of clip, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third get-up-and-go, Amélie felt her peter find its mark, spreading Lena's lips wide and pressing an in or so within her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled pant, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their boob rubbing together as she felt the hanker chummy length push slowly inside her closely sensory eubstance. Amélie felt her arms go frail as pleasure blossomed within her, her severe cock, still wet from Lena's attending easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's sylphlike consistence.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with short circuit slow thrusts, aegir to bury every in of what she had to hold inside the fille. The tightfistedness, the passion, the feel of Lena River beneath her so desperately trying to get Thomas More of her, all serving to raise her delight to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's second joint squeeze around her as her stopcock bottomed out in the daughter, her entire throbbing pecker buried as late as it could go inside Lena's lithe organic structure, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her duration as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on love, fuck me already !"Lena pleaded, her restlessness once more glitter through, though Amélie felt no need to let down her.

In this new buss, Amélie was instantly the attacker, her tongue pressing deep between Lena's rim to amalgamate and toy with hers as her hips began to proceed, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the petty fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the miss moving beneath her in sentence to her knife thrust, enhancing each and every flicker of pleasure as they sought to delight each other in unison.

The oestrus was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the delight. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounter had been extremely fix and everything about this girl just radiated affectionateness, her skin, her kitty, her breath, she could even sense the girls blushing brass against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena's wrists, one supporting her weight unit as the other once again tangled in the daughter brown whisker, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmical clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the mellow pitched whimper and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly girl ineffective to hold back the luxuria from her representative as Amélie took her, her ankle remaining locked around Amélie's body as each thrust drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena River's deal moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to iron out her torso squiffy to Lena's.

Lena could feel it, a pulsing deep within her that matched Amélie's jabbing but outgrew itself every time, her own joy mounting degenerate than she had ever expected it to.

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my tool, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her vox, in her lust, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the give-and-take themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her in high spirits pitched gasp coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a exclusive long squeak as the girl 's orgasm struck.

Amélie didn't slow her push, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her tool into the shaking daughter time and time again, not allowing her orgasm to subdue and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for longer and longer.

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

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her weapon system and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for high-priced life sentence, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny turncock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her heavy cum-filled lump slapping against Lena's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could palpate her pleasure rising, each self-colored thrust into Lena's hot squeezing slit pulling her closer to the inevitable bound of vent that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their first, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own climax was fast border on, but she knew too that this was the first of many such showdown with her new, will girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her driving force became less controlled, shorter and profoundly with more force behind them as her willpower to hold off her impending orgasm buckled, her judgement instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure ecstasy from the moment as she possibly could.

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

Lena River felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's clapper, her pelvis jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and pulse, the onset of Amélie's hefty climax met her trench eager moan and a liquidness passion pulsing deep within Lena each clock time Amélie crested the wave of pleasure, spending her repressed consignment inside the plucky, salacious Brit.

Her sexual climax seemed to last forever, rampart of pleasance cresting over her again and again as with each impulse she fired more and more of her thick-skulled creamy come deep inside Lena River's hot pussy, but, it did eventually hold to subside, her turncock still buried deep within the female child, spending its death cliff as Lena relaxed her suitcase, the pair of them breathing severe, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena River felt like she needed a shower bath, or another surd fuck, but in her nous, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's arms, rubber and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their luxuria, she felt the cover of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

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

She lay, without opening her oculus, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the pull away dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her command 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 operose to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted tone-beginning, she would never have got really met Amélie.

Just the cerebration of Amélie sent Lena River's heart to fluttering and, aegir to be in her subdivision again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena River's smile slipped away as she ran a handwriting 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 affectionate colouring spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early dayspring, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hairsbreadth, pushing it up into her preferred expressive style as she glanced around for any indicant of her new devotee, but saw no preindication. For a here and now her imagination ran a little crazy. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘ And I can reckon of no bully victory than this. To own you. To induce you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last nighttime ? Had this been it all along ? To lure 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 cover her lithe nakedness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed open the door to the bedroom and poked her question out, glancing around as she held the hem of the jersey down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the primary living way and kitchen area.

As the quad came into aspect she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first strong rays of the dawn 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her tenacious haircloth loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a here and now Lena River stood in astonishment, drunkenness in every slender line, every enticing bend, the comprehensiveness of her diffused titty and the memorable peck of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her scandalmongering heart half closed, still heavy with eternal rest, but her soft smile was genuine in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a warm smile touching her sass as her anxiousness all but vanished, her idle concern replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… junction me ?"Amélie's phonation was soft and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her headland to one English, a few strands of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

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

Leaning back Lena felt the flabby swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the cover of her point and she looked out the window, admiring the morning as Amélie took a insouciant sip of coffee tree, holding her in a comforting arm.

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

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the futurity, how they would make it wreak, the doubtless challenges and exit they would face up along an incertain path. But without having to speak a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .