Three mo. Three important seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to consume an entire plan relying on such a small windowpane of time, but a lot can take place in three seconds, the trick was making them unavoidable, creating a fixed path.

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

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

Before you spring a trap you first have to tempt in the prey, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can produce them believe they have the upper handwriting they'll get confident, perhaps too confident.

She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the tattletale blueing stripe that she was waiting for so expectantly, zilch yet, but she could practically taste the slight whippets'comportment on the air. She was close, very close, the secret plan was about to begin.

"You never really determine do you, love ?"Came a treacly interpreter, almost a whisper in her ear.

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the diminished 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 placement of her feet precise as she pulled the induction on her gun.

A flash of lily-white from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a shell as it pinged off the recess of a bulwark, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer slipstream mingling in with the girl unremitting giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer bullet had the vantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of legal brief mechanically skillful whirs from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's twin pulse pistol were superior for this var. of close up tail combat.

"Off in a hastiness ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her elect abandoned edifice which had just happened to overlook at a length a particularly vital power site, enough of a butt to warrant tracer response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

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

She just had to keep running play, to make up it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a one C times, but today would be different, her object lens wasn't the power adroitness, it was tracer bullet herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, language !"Tracer giggled, the hall lighting up in a flash of blue as another flow of guessing zipped down, landing just a whole tone behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting penny-pinching and could feel the instant approaching, a branching route that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an patent act of desperation she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one paw as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the position up in a hail of fully automatic blind fire, just a fiddling encourage, she could see the window and the building opposite, the trap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last unit of ammunition of fire in her cartridge holder, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the vacate rifle several times as if surprised to see herself running abandon and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dour assassin without her cherished weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique hazard, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of Tracer 's pulsing pistol shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her helping hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her heart making finding her target area a breeze.

tracer watched as with a explosion 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 drop off the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the earth slip around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulsing shooting iron shifting back with a adept pic of her wrist into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden system of weights, slowing her idiom and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far building, sherd of shabu glistening and reflecting what pale moonshine there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's mind counted every second with preciseness, this was the critical stage. She was on her feet first, her history as a danseuse giving her cool and balance beyond that of tracer when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux.

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

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

"Ahh !"tracer bullet cried out as the tongue pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her pectus, pain in the ass blossoming in her like a flower as she, on unadulterated instinct alone, recalled.

The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the human beings shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her consistency back to precisely where it had been, exactly three irregular ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alleyway, except this time without Widowmakers legs to snaffle a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its inexorable hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable gloaming to the ground below.

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

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knee, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a all of a sudden big pointedness of red flashing light.

The venom mine detonated in her case, a swarm of pink gas engulfing tracer bullet, filling her lungs and, without the escape valve of her accelerator pedal recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and cower out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.

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

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no surge as she stopped off to collect her widow Kiss Rifle and waiting until the in conclusion of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the scandalmongering jumpsuit-clad figure of tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing heavy and coughing.

"Ahh petite missy, how does it finger, to finally suffer ?"She said in a tranquil metre, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic verbal expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"tracer coughed out, the fearfulness and disorientation in her brightly vibrant part music 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 deal to promote the girl 's Kuki-Chin even as she winced, forcing her to face into Widowmakers affected chicken eyes,"Now sleep, things will be unlike when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

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

Tracer's dreams were lupus erythematosus than pleasant, mental confusion and pain, veneration and terror, all meld in with the unyielding vision of, bizarrely, a heyday slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dismal to be real. Movement, annoyance, music ? Flowers ?

tracer bullet let out a low moan and felt her dead body stretch out, her muscles aching and her top dog throbbing, though at the very to the lowest degree the infliction seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.

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

"Welcome place, mon amour."Came a far too familiar voice, the full-bodied French speech pattern soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting situation, wanting desperately to champion herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of weapons, armours and gas, to do Sir Thomas More than sit up.

After the brief conflict that left her in an erect status, panting from the travail, 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 interpreter, oddly… Casual.

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

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

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

tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one position and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her Sir Thomas More clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, fragile brow raised, a cup in one hand held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside darkness and steaming.

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

Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm,"What ? You thought I wore that skin-tight suit of clothes 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 cause, Lena,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her feet and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the alight reflecting on her gold eyes.

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

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

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

"What biz ?"

Amélie dead reckoning Lena River a glimpse and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still inviolate 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 want of trying, be intimate,"Lena River said, topic of factly.

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

Lena felt the flush touch her cheeks a little heater and she raised a hand, running it through her suddenly iniquity whisker, messing it back up into its rightful place,"Are you going to let me depart ?"

Amélie pursed her brim,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little Friend swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eyes around the sparsely decorated elbow room. She didn't have much in the way of possessions, but the ilk of Winston rampaging through here would do her walls, floor and ceilings piddling good.

Uncrossing her wooden leg Lena 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 base time and noticing the tee shirt she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a individual shudder run up her spine and after a moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the cover this sentence, one leg crossed over the other defensively.

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

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

The girls'boldness flushed red as she parted her backtalk to respond, but presented Amélie with silence.

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

Lena 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 same frisson travel down her spine again,"You will never hurt me or aim to shoot me, you will come menage to me here every Nox, as my new bantam amie, lady friend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you realize ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without mentation and, satisfied, Amélie gave her second joint a soft eager squeeze.

"Any questions, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My small Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little tiff I have grown to admire your tenacity and intensity level, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the legal brief simple mo of surprise that played across Lena River's attractive feature article,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a booty. And I can think of no swell triumph than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, doubt and concern once again in her chest, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her intermission. The dream, the Word 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 diffused interpreter edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry slight chortle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena River 's short Robert Brown whisker,"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 order for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath escape in a hoo-ha as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena River followed case, her center closing too as she felt the odd chilliness of the woman 's sassing find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a honest kiss was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow up and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no option but to obey the new imprint volition of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a soft small moan as she felt her brim play dense and testingly against the relatively acute lovingness of Lena River's own, the fille's deal moving to lie on Amélie's waist through the thin framework of her T-shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a rich one as she felt Lena's hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark haircloth as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender British fille beneath her shifted her exercising weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's arms as if to bewilder her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hands shift.

One of the girl hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the book binding of Amélie's neck, raising her nous up slightly towards Lena River who now lay on top of her, one leg to her slope and the former between Amélie's thighs, the girls former hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena River's fingertips inching up under the seat of her shirt to caress against the voiced cool tegument of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any illusion of a dull kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the girl's glossa slipped eagerly between the Daniel Chester French woman 's mouth, beginning an intense dancing of lustfulness and desire.

Despite the unexpected nerve of the kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena River's arms, holding her gently as she responded in variety. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth bedcover through her. Amélie had lusted for the smart sparky British people girl since perhaps the first fourth dimension she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The young woman was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their lookout and attitudes so dissimilar. To begin with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the severeness Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her grin, her laughter, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thought process were disrupted by the sensation of ardent fingerbreadth tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to osculate like she meant it, meant an awful lot of animalism that Amélie hadn't expected. As their brim parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at death, under the smooth fabric of her t-shirt the fille paw closed around and cupped Amélie's full but modest titty, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thigh, 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 example, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how farsighted. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘ real kiss'and as Lena's stifle pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the miss relax her grip and her hold, their back talk parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her eyes and looked up at Lena River with her amber regard, their faces still so nigh together, Lena River's verbal expression unreadable, her eyes 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 bureau ascension and falling, a mitt resting over her own heart.

"Mm… That… That was worth the hold, my lilliputian pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breather,"You'll stay here with me today and tonight… Take your time in bed, then take a shower bath. You'll smell better for it."

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

Lena River kept her foreland turned away as she listened to Amélie ascent and step from the room, her footsteps 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 thought vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her creative thinker was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her cerebration were her own. She felt all the old cerebration and feelings for Widowmaker, the anger for her criminal offence, the shame for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something unlike.

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 lip, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterfly take flight of steps in her belly. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena River closed her eyes for a present moment and exhaled in a tenacious shaky breath, her nous 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 delight it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clarification in an instant, her eyes going blanket, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside table in presence 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 particular, clasping it in her hands, the familiar warmth giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting null off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long satisfy suspiration. She bit her lip and looked at her own wonky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, unaffectionate, cold-skinned, brute, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty shed light on in her voice.

After a import she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her seat and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's jersey and a pair of plain nigrify pantie. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. component of her wanted to jump from the windowpane, dodging into the city, but every cheek ending in her body told her it was an impossible action. She had been ordered to quell, and detain she would.

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

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of umber at her cubital joint which rested on the countertop, her ribbon supporting her Kuki as her early hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the strait of patrician classical medicine being interrupted eventually only by the placeable sound of her exhibitor starting up. For a mo Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space.

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

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

Lena River glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side of meat, the former gripping its elbow, a provisional spirit,"Er, it was nice, cheers."

"And I see you retrieve 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 duo of dungaree from Amélie's closet,"Yeah well, y'know, they fit, and I didn't partiality 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 munition 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 dullard head, but Lena 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 River twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brows before public speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a single curve forehead,"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 speech pattern and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena thought, at least when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in to the highest degree of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her Good Book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his quietus, 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 insight 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 hand to the kitchen behind Lena and shrugged,"You're welcome to fix whatever you like."

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

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

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

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

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

Amélie rolled her middle 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 delectable.

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

For the almost division, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena River proved to be rather restless, moving from thing to thing. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played circuit card and whatever else she could find to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the pair had shared another delicious meal, this time together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly histrionics yawn.

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

Amélie stretched her munition out up and above her psyche, accentuating her slender visibility as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the material 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 niggling uncertain, but by no substance surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

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

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

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

Rolling her heart slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the bedroom where she'd first woken up,"speculation we're hogwash mates then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a present moment, weighing her pick before, with a calorie-free sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedchamber, switching off luminance as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the cleaning woman hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her farsighted chant stage on show as she reduced her outfit once more to the jersey and panties.

After a hanker moments intermission, Lena River nodded her head towards the twinkle switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the twinkle or what love ?"

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 edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the covers, the absolute dark was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmth of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of pent-up stress, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in muteness as apparel hit the floor to the position of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her position slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

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

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

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

Lena River did as she was told rolling to lay on her face, her heart beating fast as she thought about all the matter Amélie could society her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold touch, finger running across her all-embracing hips, the hand moving up to caress and remain on the still peel of her warm stomach.

Breathing quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her head swell slightly as Amélie's other handwriting slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to settle down and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body find her own, the soft swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her back, the woman 's nose against the backbone of Lena's neck, her breath tickling as their legs intertwined, every inch of the coolheaded fair sex seemingly seeking out the hotness Lena's body offered.

Though the waving of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep fluttering in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the but speech sound in the way their cushy external respiration, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible next to Lena's.

Lena felt… Safe. She felt genuinely safety. In the implements of war of this accomplished assassin who had more than than earned her sobriquet, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her handwriting towards her belly, under her own jersey to come to take a breather atop of Amélie's. For a moment nothing, then Amélie splayed her fingerbreadth against the sleek skin of Lena's breadbasket and in a mutual action mechanism, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

Lena River felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's thumb tracing small-scale circles across her stomach as they held hands.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her belly stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the cherubic fragrance of the miss pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

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

Even with her raise sight in the absolute darkness 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 have a bun in the oven from Lena. In all the program she had made having Lena River so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

Amélie's train of thought derailed as she felt a script closet 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 hand, half draping herself on top of her capturer, her foe.

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, unlike to before. She felt Lena's breath against her lips, could feel the girls New York minute, prompt and excited against her chest. Lena's lip found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried charge this time, Lena no longer phrenetic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but irksome and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more reserve, gentle candy kiss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hands to Lena's consistence, caressing her weapons system and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and intimate dancing of tongues between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her brow lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprisal, could no longer feel Lena's heartbeat over the forte of her own, hammering away in her chest of drawers, a uncommon occurrence for her.

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

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

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

"Sir Thomas More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her hands till her finger's breadth were laced in Lena River's stylish hair, pulling her back down into another eagre candy kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few yearn moments, their organic structure intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hand to roost of the little girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her diffuse duration upwards a piffling, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's thick ass.

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

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her rosehip made slow circles, gently grinding her length against the daughter atop of her.

Amélie heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena River's soft warm hired man on her own, the girl 's smooth skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no jersey to be found.

Amélie felt a leap in desire as Lena let out a mild, eminent pitched gasp of delight, Amélie's hand closing around and squeezing Lena River's low breasts, lifting them on her dresser and pressing them stiff, feeling the little girl delicate pink nipples, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena River let out a light petty moan as slight sparks of delight buzzed across her dresser, Amélie's natural coldness, a English effect of her tedious heartbeat, sent icy shivers down Lena's teat, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her delicate mounds.

Leaning forward Lena River crowded the space between their consistence to the head where Amélie's script were forced to pull back around to gently rest on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate heat of one of the daughter 's perky breast pressing against her backtalk and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft moan, her cheeks flushed deep red in the dark as she felt Amélie's lips close around the house bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling motion of her natural language having more of an force on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long clock time, like there was a deeper connection to it, and she knew the well was still to come.

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

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

Lena let out an almost spooky petty giggle and sounded almost sheepish,"Sorry to itch your company, but I got something else in mind…"

Amélie arched an brow as she felt Lena once more pull away from her clutches, her hands moving down across her thighs to do to remain on the bed canvas, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in thinker for them both.

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

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her hands digging into the flat solid as she felt the blushing warmth of Lena's cheek printing press through the framework of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping tool.

Lena River ran her hands up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her opprobrious panties, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart flapping in expectation, she slid one hand up Amélie's Boxer, her lips kissing against the dormant member through the material as her fingers traced up and closed around the soft cool shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot fingers closed around her cold penis, biting her lip as she felt it pinch gently in the girl 's ticklish adhesive friction, her words coming out a little shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

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

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

Lena River couldn't assistant but to redden crimson in the dark, feeling an odd common sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a minute she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and scrap beforehand. An entire history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating tempest in her heart.

Withdrawing her helping hand from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her quarter round under the tight elastic band of her Boxer to wiggle them down over Amélie's extensive coxa. To assist Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her cover to countenance them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft distance of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena River bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her entree, her own position between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any lower. Eager to fall upon what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's rooster, pointing it upwardly and giving it a few decelerate CVA, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky blandness, her other hand sliding up Amélie's trunk to rest on her stomach, more for her own financial support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's paw find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the fingerbreadth between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to block herself from blushing and while feeling her nitty-gritty hammering in her breast she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her lips around the jacket of Amélie's tool, drawing it into the intense heat of her mouth where she let her tongue purl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as joy engulfed the mild tip of her hammer, her hand squeezing Lena's as the former continued to fascinate at the bedsheets. Lena's motion were decelerate and sultry, her sassing travelling up and down the soft length as it began to swell, a slow process, but with the base of her gibe held in Lena's tight grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the girl came face to face with her good size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the natural action of tending to Amélie's turncock, which was decelerate to get up in her wet aegir mouthpiece, though she wasn't surprised by its sluggishness, likely a side of meat effect of Amélie's slowed heart pace she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in eager niggling motions as Lena's hot mouth slid up and down her distance, drawing forth pleasure and lust beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena pressed her mitt down around Amélie's diaphysis, holding her turncock between quarter round and index finger at the Base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up to a greater extent of her now almost-hard duration for Lena's eager rim and tongue to explore and enjoy.

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

Lena River settled into a sweetie rhythm, her lavish backtalk gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined stopcock, the womanhood 's moans mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her headspring this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

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

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the young lady head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness bump against the spiritualist crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena River's throat as it pressed against the rachis of her oral cavity.

Arching her backrest and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her assuredness breast she continued to direct Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the young lady continued to suck at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasance radiating through Amélie's body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her head teacher, struggling not to gag as the eager woman continually bumped the iniquity mushroom tip of her pecker against the cover of Lena's pharynx, something she tried to relax, eager to find 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 apparent motion into the gyration of her articulatio coxae, altering what had started as a slow confidant blowjob into more of a face-fucking.

Lena River let out a childish short moan, trying to convey her substance of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet racket emanating from her mouth and throat, communication channel of her spitting and Amélie's pre travelling down her tricky shaft and over her smoothen overweight balls to soak into the bed flat solid beneath them.

After a few more foresighted deep poke into Lena's hot receptive oral cavity, Amélie began to vex she was overdoing it, using the girlfriend too hard and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her cock, the miss letting out a cheap pant, her hint hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing space and letting out a couple of wakeful coughs.

"W-why'd you arrest ?"Lena asked, resting her scour 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 bosom, enticing another moan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena let out a soft breathy giggle, speaking with a cute border to her voice.

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

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

"Maybe I want to be a minuscule rough with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena River up by the hair until she lay on top, her lips catching Lena River's in a warm candy kiss, tasting herself on Lena River's tongue as their bare dead body pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every in of Amélie's eubstance caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena River's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a narrow escape and a smart giggle from the miss as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena River's arms in the night, gripping her wrists and pinning them either side of meat of the female child question, the military force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

list down Amélie kissed up Lena's collarbone, finding her neck and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable lead of love bites up one side of meat, each one causing another luxuriously 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 River's peg wrap around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock hard length.

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

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

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her articulatio coxae down and inward, her length twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lips of Lena's slit, sliding up against them a brace of times, each girl drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her cock observe its marking, spreading Lena's lips blanket and pressing an inch or so at bottom her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their boob rubbing together as she felt the long deep duration push slowly inside her cockeyed receptive body. Amélie felt her arms go watery as pleasure blossomed within her, her firmly cock, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core group of Lena River's sylphlike physical structure.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself profoundly with light dumb thrusts, eager to bury every inch of what she had to give inside the young woman. The parsimoniousness, the oestrus, the belief of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to levy her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thighs squeeze around her as her prick bottomed out in the female child, her entire throbbing shaft buried as recondite as it could go inside Lena's slender body, 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 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 River's lips to mingle and toy with hers as her hip joint began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the fiddling miss with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the girl moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasure as they sought to delight each other in unison.

The heating system was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the delight. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely define and everything about this girl just radiated affectionateness, her skin, her pussy, her breath, she could even sense the girl blushing nerve against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her custody releasing Lena's articulatio radiocarpea, one supporting her weightiness as the early once again tangled in the girls brown hair's-breadth, gripping it tight as their soundbox met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her phonation was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and gasps Lena River produced, the bubbly girl unable to hold back the lustfulness from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankle joint remaining locked around Amélie's body as each knife thrust drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No thirster pinned, Lena's hired hand moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the adult female was forced to beseech her physical structure tight to Lena's.

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

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

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

Amélie didn't slow her thrusts, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and clock time again, not allowing her climax to subdue and instead forcing the girl beneath her to hold out it for recollective and longer.

Lena's idea was a blank haze of double-dyed pleasure and need, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her weapon and stage tight as she clung on desperately to her fan, hanging on for near life, feeling each and every steely column inch of Amélie's veiny cock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her fourth dimension and time again, her grievous cum-filled balls slapping against Lena River's impertinence with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her delight rising, each strong stab into Lena's hot squeezing pussy pulling her closer to the inevitable bound of acquittance that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to make the minute, the experience, their beginning, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own climax was fast draw close, but she knew too that this was the kickoff of many such encounters with her new, uncoerced girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her drive became less controlled, shorter and inscrutable with more force behind them as her willpower to retain off her impending orgasm buckled, her judgement instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as often 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 luxate a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her rachis as she felt Amélie's bridge player close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her caput and asserting laterality as Amélie's tongue 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 turncock within her twitch and pulse, the attack of Amélie's powerful orgasm met her recondite eager moans and a liquid warmth pulsing deep within Lena each sentence Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up consignment inside the plucky, lubricious Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to finish forever, rampart of pleasance cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired Thomas More and more of her midst creamy seed mysterious inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have got to lessen, her turncock still buried deep within the girl, spending its live drops as Lena relaxed her bobby pin, the duad of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena River felt like she needed a rain shower, or another difficult fuck, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie's sleeve, dependable and plug, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the cover of sopor creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

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

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the store of the day before seeped in through the retreating aspiration. Amélie. The cleaning lady who had conditioned her to obey her control at a Word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the eve. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it grueling to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted onset, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's pump to flutter and, bore to be in her arms again she rolled onto her side, opening her centre and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's grin slipped away as she ran a mitt across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their sexual love.

She lay for a second staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning fire up beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the crack cocaine in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred vogue as she glanced around for any denotation of her new lover, but saw no mark. For a present moment her imagination ran a little uncivilised. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a dubiousness weirdie into her. A time Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious brain, ‘ And I can imagine of no slap-up victory than this. To own you. To make you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans lowest night ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the window dressing of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

Feeling her anxieties resurrect she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nakedness with. The throw out T-shirt wouldn't cover a great deal, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed open the threshold to the bedchamber and poked her headspring out, glancing around as she held the hem of the tee shirt down, protecting her modestness as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the principal keep room and kitchen area.

As the blank came into prospect she stopped, looking across towards the windowpane where the first warmly rays of the morning 's brightness poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe defenseless frame of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long tomentum loose as it hung down her backrest, her hired hand raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a bit Lena River stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curve, the fullness of her sonant breasts and the memorable sight of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour second joint. Lena River bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow center one-half closed, still gravid with eternal sleep, but her mild smile was genuine in the warmheartedness it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, proficient morning… join me ?"Amélie's vocalisation was soft and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her read/write head to one side, a few filament 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 give the girl place on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her back was pressed to Amélie's abdominal cavity, one of the cleaning lady 's mitt, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to perch on her stomach just under her tee shirt, caressing her.

tilt back Lena River felt the soft swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the back of her head and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a daily sip of umber, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in spirit, she had never dreamt her architectural plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank java in the early aurora sun. It was charming, in its own niggling way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would hold it influence, the doubtless challenges and issues they would face along an changeable way. But without having to speak a Scripture, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .