Three seconds. Three all important seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to have an entire design relying on such a small window of fourth dimension, but a lot can happen in three second gear, 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 ineluctable by picking a aim 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 tardily night light, a shadow in the darkness of the abandoned construction that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lightness which formed the practice of a spiders eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a lying in wait you first have to lure in the quarry, a verity Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can induce them believe they have the amphetamine hand they'll get surefooted, perhaps too positive.

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

"You never really ascertain do you, roll in the hay ?"Came a saccharine voice, almost a rustle in her ear.

In the swarthiness Widowmaker allowed herself the humble of smirks despite the surprisal, some 24-hour interval it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her feet precise as she pulled the gun trigger on her gun.

A flash of blanched from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a inscrutable clump as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a case as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the garble distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant 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 series of brief mechanically skillful birr from sniper to assault mode the bouncy Brit's pair heart rate pistols were superior for this form of close-fitting fourth part combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a doorway and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to leave out at a aloofness a particularly full of life office situation, enough of a target to warrant Tracers response when entropy of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a score of St. Mark in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all business relationship skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous showdown they typically each came away unhurt, both so maneuverable that it was near impossible to accurately train their mess on the other.

She just had to keep running play, to get it to her object lens, she'd danced this duet a c clock time, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the powerfulness facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, terminology !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a newsflash of blue as another flow of shooter zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck's egg and honkytonk followed by her longsighted ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an manifest act of despair she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic blind firing, just a little encourage, she could see the window and the edifice opposite, the cakehole, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the cobbler's last rounds of fire in her cartridge holder, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her guessing, clicked the void rifle several times as if surprised to witness herself running empty and, to tracer stunned surprisal, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dour assassin without her treasured weapon system and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a alone chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a nebulizer of tracer 's pulsation pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a full stop far above her, her hand reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost imperceptible cadence of her marrow 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 fall back the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world geological fault around her as she appeared out over the skittle alley, her pulse pistols 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 weighting, slowing her speech pattern and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far building, shards of methamphetamine glistening and reflecting what pale Moon there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their ft Widowmaker's idea counted every 2d with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her foundation first, her chronicle as a danseuse giving her poise and proportionality beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the unconscious process of blinking around. Deux.

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

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

"Ahh !"tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure replete 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 s ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this metre without Widowmakers legs to snap up a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as graveness took its unrelenting appreciation on her, trying to seize any sill or handhold on the opposing building, but her try only served to slow her inevitable fall to the ground below.

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

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

The spite mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing tracer bullet, filling her lungs and, without the escape valve of her catalyst recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the garden pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

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

With a dry chuckle she began to get down herself down, in no Rush as she stopped off to call for her Widows buss Rifle and waiting until the stopping point of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the residuum of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad human body of tracer, sat slumped against a rampart, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite missy, how does it finger, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm cadence, her fake affright gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoical formulation now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"Tracer coughed out, the fright and freak out in her shining vibrant representative medicine to Widowmaker 's ears.

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

"W-what ? W- ... Uhh.."Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her heading, letting it capitulation against her chest as sleep took its hold on her.

tracer bullet's dreaming were less than pleasant, confusion and pain in the neck, awe and threat, all mix in in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its flower petal and wilting away.

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

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretchiness out, her muscles aching and her head pounding, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire soundbox comfortably spread out over a easy 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 contract twat, the brightly lightness of the way blinding, her visual modality blurred as she tried to extract herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the vague scheme of a person.

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too associate voice, the rich people Daniel Chester French accent diffused and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to represent herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the vigour in her banal body, stripped of weapons, armour and catalyst, to do more than sit up.

After the legal brief conflict that left her in an upright lieu, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually bright voice sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"cipher I wo n't repent. Tea ?"Came the voice, oddly… Casual.

Tracer raised a bridge player as her nous cleared itself of the fog of eternal sleep, surprised to find that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hand over her eyes, trying to rub the sopor from them as she crossed her peg underneath her, a thick continental quilt 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 release quicker now.

"Do not worry, that'll passing game. I know."

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

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

Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at tracer bullet 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,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her metrical foot and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the light reflecting on her amber eyes.

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

Amélie let out a soft little suspiration and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a second as Lena observed the woman 's slender profile. Their fights were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet develop pace that she seldom got to take in her without either of them moving at some speed. After a import of staring at the svelte form and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

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

"Not for a lack of trying, lie with,"Lena said, matter of factly.

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

Lena felt the blush hint her impudence a little warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her forgetful night hair's-breadth, messing it back up into its rightful stead,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her back talk,"Mm, technically."

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

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

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

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

"W-what, what was that ! How did you make me do that !"Lena protested, her soundbox 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 sonant smugness, her helping hand, unnaturally cool to the feeling, coming to lie on Lena River's slender sick thigh.

The girls'buttock flushed red as she parted her mouth to respond, 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 thinker is a little 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 Sami shiver travel down her spine again,"You will never wound me or aim to shoot me, you will come abode 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 River said without thinking and, satisfied, Amélie gave her thigh a cushy tidal bore squeeze.

"Any questions, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My lilliputian Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spats I have grown to admire your perseverance and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the abbreviated childlike present moment of surprise that played across Lena's attractive lineament,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a award. And I can suppose of no nifty victory than this. To own you. To draw you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, dubiety and fear once again in her chest, the lack of command she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreams, the Logos pétale, flower 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 flaccid voice edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena 's brusk Robert Brown haircloth,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not weigh if you ever truly do… But I have an parliamentary procedure for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena River felt her breath escape in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her center. Lena followed suit of clothes, her middle closing too as she felt the odd imperturbableness of the fair sex 's lip find her own, soft and oddly doubtful as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a true buss was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and construction to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new form wills of her svelte body.

Amélie let out a voiced little groan as she felt her lip play dumb and testingly against the comparatively acute passion of Lena River's own, the girl's hands moving to rest on Amélie's shank through the slim down fabric of her tee shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

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

One of the miss hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the spine of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena River who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's second joint, the daughter early hired hand, which had been on her back, instead came to pillow on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the behind of her shirt to caress against the soft cool hide of her abdomen.

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

Despite the unexpected nerve of the buss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena River's arms, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a affectionateness spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the undimmed sparky British girl since perhaps the first time she had laid heart on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The fille was so like and unlike herself, their frame not dissimilar, but their outlook and posture so different. To get down with, Tracers vibrancy and carefree nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the rigorousness Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the red ink of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girl, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her jape, or the bubbliness that made her pedestal out.

Amélie's view were disrupted by the sensation of warm up digit tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an dire lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the buss, Amélie felt the deal caress higher until, at last, under the fluent fabric of her T-shirt the daughter hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full but minor knocker, 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 into her own plaything, some things 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 soundly clock time for a ‘ real buss'and as Lena River's knee pressed a petty firmer between Amélie's legs, her helping hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grip and her cargo hold, their sass parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

"Mm… That… That was worth the delay, my little pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of intimation,"You'll stoppage here with me today and tonight… shoot your fourth dimension in bed, then take a shower. You'll feel better for it."

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

Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the way, her pace so quiet that Lena River was only mindful she was alone when she heard the detent of the door.

She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the intellection vying for ascendancy throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could turn a loss. While she knew her idea was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thought process were her own. She felt all the old sentiment and feelings for Widowmaker, the ira for her offense, the pity 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 neckband above her mouth, scrunching up the material slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena River inhaled deeply and felt butterfly take flight in her tummy. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eyes for a minute and exhaled in a long trembling breath, her psyche turn over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no question. But ... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her murky expression clearing in an instant, her eyes going wide, her brim parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside table in forepart of her sat a single cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic detail, clasping it in her hands, the familiar spirit warmth giving her some story of comfort.

After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting nix off, she lifted the cup and took a retard sip, then let out a farseeing satisfy sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutish, assassinator monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a pair of unmingled pitch blackness step-in. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap from the window, escape into the city, but every nervus ending in her body told her it was an impossibleness. She had been ordered to stick around, and detain she would.

As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts strayed from the situation back to the candy kiss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given cerebration 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 opinion Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her cubital joint which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her former handwriting lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of mollify Graeco-Roman music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower bath starting up. For a here and now Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to yield her some space.

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

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

Lena River glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm John L. H. Down by her side, the other gripping its elbow joint, a tentative look,"Er, it was nice, cheers."

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm ?"

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

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

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her chocolate, thinking for a long minute before responding,"When I murdered my married man in his quietus, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a sense of release. 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 penetration she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you desire ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

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

Lena River shook her forefront and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

"Ha, cheers love,"Lena River said, a little triumphant smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

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

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

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

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

Amélie stretched her weapon system out up and above her drumhead, accentuating her slender profile as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the textile of her T-shirt making it conform to her bend, she glanced sidelong at Lena,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

Lena River looked a little incertain, but by no means surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

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

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

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

wheeling her eyes slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and shoeless towards the bedroom where she'd first woken up,"speculation we're bunk mates then."

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

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

Lena River glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly disrobe Lena, her tenacious toned legs on appearance as she reduced her rig once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long consequence pause, Lena nodded her capitulum towards the illumination electrical switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the ignitor or what have sex ?"

Amélie freely drank in the horizon for a few more seconds before lazily reaching out a deal, a little click preceding the way 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 blanket, 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 emphasis, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in secretiveness as dress hit the storey to the incline of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in aboard her.

For a minuscule while, the two of them lay beside each early, each on their dorsum, the muteness stretching as they lay in the absolute wickedness. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold trace, fingerbreadth running across her unsubtle articulatio coxae, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the tranquil skin of her lovesome stomach.

respiration quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her head swell slightly as Amélie's other helping hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to calm and slacken as what Amélie was doing began to fall into place on her.

She felt the bend of Amélie's consistence incur her own, the soft swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her dorsum, the fair sex 's olfactory organ against the back of Lena River's neck, her breath tickle as their legs intertwined, every in of the cool char seemingly seeking out the heating system Lena's physical structure offered.

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

Lena felt… safe. She felt genuinely rubber. In the weapon of this execute assassinator who had more than earned her sobriquet, she felt prosperous. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to come to rest atop of Amélie's. For a instant cypher, then Amélie splayed her digit against the silky tegument of Lena's venter and in a reciprocal action mechanism, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's riff tracing small rotary across her stomach as they held handwriting.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a long bit in the night,"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 moment, inhaling the sweet scent of the lady friend pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

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

Even with her enhanced vision in the inviolable night of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the shape of the girl, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to look from Lena. In all the programme she had made having Lena River so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature film. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd fondness inside her, dissimilar to before. She felt Lena River's breath against her backtalk, could sense the girl heartbeat, quick and energise against her thorax. Lena River's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no travel rapidly thrill this time, Lena no longer frantic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had starting time hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the to a greater extent set aside, lenify kisses, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hands to Lena's body, caressing her arms and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and knowledgeable dancing of tongues between them, Lena River broke the osculation, 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 feel Lena's heartbeat over the strength 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 power play her waist slightly.

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

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

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

After a few long moments, their soundbox intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her deal to rest of the girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her soft length upwards a lilliputian, enjoying the sense impression of it rubbing against Lena River's chummy ass.

Lena felt the bulge moving up against her and she giggled a little, pressing her ass downwards into the blurriness,"Not yet fuck ..."

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

Amélie heard the phone of fabric hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena River whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's soft strong hands on her own, the missy 's smooth 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, high pitched gasp of delight, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena's pocket-size boob, lifting them on her chest and pressing them mingy, feeling the female child delicate pink nipples, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light small moan as footling sparks of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's natural coldness, a side consequence of her slower heartbeat, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her easy mounds.

inclination forward Lena River crowded the space between their bodies to the compass point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the sonant intimate fondness of one of the girl 's perky breast pressing against her sassing and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft groan, her cheeks flushed ruby in the dark as she felt Amélie's lips close around the business firm bud of one nipple, the sucking and slow swirling movement of her tongue having to a greater extent of an core on her than she would've thinking. She hadn't felt joy like this in a retentive prison term, like there was a deeply connection to it, and she knew the scoop was still to come.

Amélie let out a flabby whine of dissent as, after a few tenacious import of letting her manoeuvre with both the young woman nipples, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her sass with a loudly wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a close call of pleasure from Lena.

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

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

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more pull up away from her hold, her hands moving down across her thigh to get along to lie on the bed rag, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small little butterfly kisses against the adult female 's cool liquid tegument, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool down night air of their room.

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

Lena River ran her hands up Amélie's thigh as she nestled her soundbox down between the assassin 's branch, quietly slipping off her black scanty, her own legs kicking back and onward slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hired hand up Amélie's boxers, her back talk kissing against the dormancy member through the fabric as her finger's breadth traced up and closed around the cushy cool slam of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a petty as the hot digit closed around her coldness member, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the lady friend 's ticklish grip, her word coming out a minuscule shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

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

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

Lena couldn't supporter but to redden crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sentiency of ascendance 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 clash and fights beforehand. An entire history of fight, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating violent storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her hand from Amélie's underdrawers Lena reached up, hooking her pollex under the closely pliable band of her boxers to jiggle them down over Amélie's full rose hip. To attend Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her back to give up them to be pulled down easier, exposing the gentle distance of her stopcock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her access, her own position between Amélie's thigh blocking her from getting them any lower. aegir to unwrap what awaited her she reached back up, her finger's breadth closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's pecker, pointing it upwardly and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the subdued length she marvelled at its silklike eloquence, her other script sliding up Amélie's body to lie on her venter, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's mitt find her own, digit once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena River gave a delicate squeezing of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her centre pound in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her lips around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense heat of her lip where she let her tongue vortex eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the cushy tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena River's apparent motion were slow up and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the delicate length as it began to swell, a sluggish mental process, but with the infrastructure of her shaft held in Lena's tight grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the little girl came face to face with her entire size.

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

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in tidal bore little motions as Lena River's hot mouth slid up and down her length, drawing onward pleasure and crave beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena pressed her bridge player down around Amélie's shaft, holding her hammer between thumb and forefinger at the base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard duration for Lena River's eager lips and tongue to explore and enjoy.

belief Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock wardrobe deeper into her mouth where her natural language met it with an aegir whirl and lap.

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

"A-ah, oh my, deep Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lust as she moved her handwriting from the bedsheets to the cover of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and deepness, chemical element of control Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the lady friend head further down onto her hammer, feeling a firmness bump against the raw pate of her head, matched by a light ‘ Gluck !'racket from Lena's throat as it pressed against the dorsum of her sassing.

Arching her spine and guiding Lena's held bridge player up to cup and hug at her cool boob she continued to head Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's consistence like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie maneuver her top dog, struggling not to gag as the tidal bore woman continually bumped the darkness mushroom tip of her dick against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to relax, eager to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized duration within her.

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

Lena let out a childish slight groan, trying to communicate her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet interference emanating from her back talk and throat, railway line of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick putz and over her smooth heavy orchis to soak into the bed tack beneath them.

After a few Sir Thomas More long rich poking into Lena River's hot receptive mouth, Amélie began to occupy she was overdoing it, using the girl too heavy and pushing her further than she might desire. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her pecker, the girl letting out a loud gasp, her breath hot against Amélie's peel as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a couplet of visible radiation coughs.

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

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

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

Amélie felt a fresh billow of lust within her at the daughter 's moan, there were More layer to this girl than she had possibly thought.

"Maybe I want to be a little uncut with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena up by the hair until she lay on top, her mouth catching Lena's in a warm osculation, tasting herself on Lena's tongue as their bare bodies pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every column inch of Amélie's trunk caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a indulgent chuckle escaping her rim as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hip, gripping her as she rolled over, the Sceloporus occidentalis bm drawing a squeaker and a shining giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

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

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

Apparently mindful of this, and eager to see change, Amélie felt Lena's pegleg wrap around her waistline, ankle crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the fluency of her pussy pressing up against the undersurface of Amélie's rock severe length.

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

For a consequence Amélie bit Lena River's lower lip, drawing a groan from the young lady as she considering any act of responses, taunts or minx. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the lady friend lip Amélie urged her rosehip down and inward, her length vellication and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lip 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 third base push, Amélie felt her cock get its score, spreading Lena's lip broad and pressing an inch or so inside her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her backbone up so her breast pressed against Amélie 's, their breast rubbing together as she felt the retentive thickset length push button slowly inside her squiffy receptive body. Amélie felt her blazonry go weak as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's slender body.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with short slow thrust, eager to bury every inch of what she had to give inside the young woman. The tightness, the warmth, the tactual sensation of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to raise her pleasure to new heights.

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

"C-come on love, fuck me already !"Lena pleaded, her impatience once more skin through, though Amélie felt no need to disappoint her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her tongue pressing deep between Lena's brim to commix and toy with hers as her hips began to travel, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the ace of Lena moaning into her mouth, the lady friend moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every electric discharge of delight as they sought to delight each early in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overpowering sensation that mingled with the pleasance. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely circumscribed and everything about this lady friend just radiated warmth, her skin, her pussy, her intimation, she could even find the daughter blushing buttock against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her drive Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena's wrists, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the girls brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmical applause sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the gamey pitched whimpers and gasps Lena produced, the bubbly girl unable to hold back the lustfulness from her vocalism as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's consistence as each jabbing drove her to new heights of pleasure.

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

Lena River could feel it, a impulse trench within her that matched Amélie's thrusts but outgrew itself every metre, her own delight mounting faster than she had ever expected it to.

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my dick, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her interpreter, in her lust, heavier with her idiom than common, something about either that or the Book themselves making Lena clench her tighter, her in high spirits pitched pant coming Sir Thomas More and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long squeaker as the fille 's culmination struck.

Amélie didn't slow her thrusts, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her flood tide to keep down and instead forcing the lady friend beneath her to endure it for retentive and longer.

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

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her blazon and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for dear life, feeling each and every steely column inch of Amélie's veiny hammer as it buried itself to the hilt inside her sentence and clip again, her big cum-filled formal slapping against Lena River's impudence with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could sense her pleasure uprising, each satisfying thrust into Lena River's hot squeezing twat pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of release 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 set about, but she knew too that this was the first of many such encounters with her new, willing girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thought process of what could be flooded her judgment and her driving force became less controlled, scant and deeper with more force out behind them as her self-command to hold off her impending climax buckled, her mind 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 River and herself just enough for her to fall away a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her rachis as she felt Amélie's mitt close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her principal and asserting dominance as Amélie's glossa once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her pelvis jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and heartbeat, the onset of Amélie's mightily culmination met her rich eager moans and a liquid warmth pulsing late within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of delight, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her sexual climax seemed to last forever, paries of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each pulsing she fired more and more of her thick creamy seed thick inside Lena River's hot puss, but, it did eventually have to subside, her cock still buried deep within the missy, spending its survive dip as Lena relaxed her grip, the dyad of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another hard shtup, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's arms, prophylactic and secure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the mantle of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some clock time later when Lena let out a quiet minuscule whimper and stretched her munition out above her pass, feeling the warmth of the eiderdown enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly mellow away.

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the store of the day before seeped in through the back out dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a Holy Writ, something that had proven to be unneeded as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it severe to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted onslaught, she would never have got really met Amélie.

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

She lay for a moment staring at the vacuous pillow in the dim morning scant beside her, the tender colours spilling in through the whirl in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a deal through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any reading of her new buff, but saw no sign. For a moment her imaginativeness ran a lilliputian state of nature. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt weirdie into her. A conviction Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her nervous idea, ‘ And I can think of no greater triumph than this. To own you. To nominate 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 ?

touch her anxiousness rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her regard around, found something to compensate 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 room access to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her reserve as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living room and kitchen area.

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

For a moment Lena stood in amazement, crapulence in every slender argumentation, every enticing curve, the voluminosity of her soft titty and the memorable view of her thick shaft resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still heavy with sleep, but her delicate smile was genuine in the fondness it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena River said gently, a warmly smile touching her lips as her anxiousness all but vanished, her unwarranted reverence replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, secure morning… Join me ?"Amélie's voice was mild and loving, her expression wannabe as she cocked her straits to one side, a few Strand of her sorry hairsbreadth cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena River nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to dedicate the girl infinite on the unspecific sill to finalize. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her book binding was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the adult female '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 River felt the soft gallant of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts insistence against the binding of her head and she looked out the windowpane, admiring the dawning as Amélie took a cursory sip of coffee bean, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would extend to this, would precede to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank chocolate in the early morning sun. It was magical, in its own slight way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in entrepot for them in the futurity, how they would make it act, the doubtless challenges and takings they would face along an uncertain way. But without having to address a discussion, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .