Three seconds. Three crucial 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 mo, the trick was making them inescapable, creating a get path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the late night Christ Within, a dark in the dark of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim visible radiation which formed the practice of a spider eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a trap you first have to lure in the fair game, a true statement Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can earn them believe they have the speed manus they'll get confident, perhaps too confident.

She scanned through the various still images on her bill as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale wild blue yonder streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically sample the piffling whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

"You never really check do you, hump ?"Came a saccharine voice, almost a whisper in her ear.

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the diminished of smirks despite the surprise, some day it was just all too gentle. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her foot precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A flash of white from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a mystifying clunk as her gun released its load, a clatter ringing out from a shell as it pinged off the box of a wall, matched by the falsify typical ‘ zip'of Tracers slipstream mingling in with the girls unremitting giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a serial of brief mechanical birr from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's twin pulse shooting iron were superior for this form of last fourth combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a threshold and into the all-inclusive corridor of her chosen abandoned edifice which had just happened to overlook at a distance a particularly critical power site, enough of a target to warrant tracer bullet 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 scotch of cross in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all business relationship skilled marksman, but in many of their legion encounter they typically each came away unscathed, both so maneuverable that it was near impossible to accurately train their flock on the other.

She just had to keep running play, to pass water it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a hundred clip, but today would be unlike, her objective wasn't the power facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, linguistic process !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a photoflash of dreary as another current of shots zipped down, landing just a footstep behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and diving followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting shut down and could feel the moment approaching, a branching path that either led to her triumph or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

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

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the finis bout of fire in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a exact cognition of her shots, clicked the empty rifle several metre as if surprised to come up herself running empty and, to tracer bullet stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dreary assassinator without her precious weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the fourth dimension she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of Tracer 's pulsing shooting iron shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, heart focusing on a point far above her, her script reaching out with precision, the slow, almost unperceivable beat of her heart qualification finding her quarry a breeze.

tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling sweetener blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the chance, she blinked forward, feeling the populace switch around her as she appeared out over the alley, her impulse pistol shifting back with a practiced flick of her carpus into her arm holsters as, weaponry outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

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

As they rolled and scrambled to their metrical foot Widowmaker's mind counted every second with precision, this was the vital phase. She was on her fundament first, her history as a ballerina giving her assuredness and symmetry beyond that of tracer bullet when she was not in the physical process of blinking around. Deux.

tracer looked over as she came to her infantry, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a flicker of steel, a jiffy.

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

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure inherent aptitude 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 seconds ago.

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

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley with a clayey thump and a bad sounding cranny from her chronal accelerator.

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her human knee, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to centre on a suddenly prominent point of red flash light.

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

Widowmaker stood on the border of the building 's ceiling, a smirk on her lineament as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing rap swarm, unlike from its common purpleness, but it was, after all, a unequalled formula, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows osculation Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of speech of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

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

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

Widowmaker let out a dry chortle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to lift the girl 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to wait into Widowmakers affected yellow 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 head, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its detention on her.

tracer bullet's dreams were less than pleasant, muddiness and pain, care and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a prime slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those time had been too dark to be real. effort, pain, music ? flower ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her dead body stint out, her muscles aching and her head pounding, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire trunk comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.

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

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too familiar vocalism, the productive French accent mark soft and unconcerned.

tracer gasped at the crusade of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her exhaust body, stripped of artillery, armor and accelerators, to do more than sit up.

After the brief battle that left her in an upright side, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually vivid 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 head cleared itself of the fog of eternal rest, surprised to find that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hand over her eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her stage underneath her, a thick duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"Tracer whimpered, raising both her helping hand to her head as she squeezed her centre shut, the nuisance qualifying quicker now.

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

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

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

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

"Why ? ..."

"Because that is who I am when I'm not in the courting, Lena,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her base and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the light reflecting on her gold eyes.

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

Amélie let out a easy picayune suspire and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a here and now as Lena observed the charwoman 's slender profile. Their fight were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet take pace that she seldom got to look at her without either of them moving at some speed. After a moment of staring at the svelte figure and before Amélie replied, Lena River looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What secret plan ?"

Amélie guess Lena a glimpse and raised an brow again, her ponytail still inviolate as it wound down her book binding,"The endless game of cat and computer mouse that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

"Not for a want of trying, love,"Lena said, topic of factly.

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

Lena felt the blush feeling her cheek a little warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short night hair, messing it back up into its rightful place,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little champion swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her oculus around the sparsely decorated room. She didn't have much in the way of self-control, but the likes of Winston rampaging through here would do her walls, floors and ceilings trivial 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 fluid legs for the maiden 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 center over at Lena as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

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

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

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a balmy smugness, her handwriting, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to stay on Lena River's sylphlike picket thigh.

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

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

Lena swallowed hard as she stared, eyes all-embracing like a doe caught in dealings up at Amélie's off colorise complexion.

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same shiver travel down her spikelet again,"You will never suffer me or aim to shoot me, you will come home to me here every dark, as my new lilliputian amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you interpret ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena River said without cerebration and, satisfied, Amélie gave her second joint a easygoing eager squeeze.

"Any questions, mon intimacy ?"

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

"Mm… My piffling Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little bicker I have grown to admire your tenacity and durability, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief childlike instant of surprise that played across Lena River's attractive features,"These things would not be Trygve Halvden Lie. But no, why ? Why because you are raven. And a dirty money. And I can think of no greater victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena River looked down slightly, uncertainty and fear once again in her chest, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her break. The dreams, the watchword pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

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

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

Amélie let out a dry short chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena River 's short brown hair,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not matter if you ever truly do… But I have an 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 evasion in a hurly burly as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd imperturbability of the adult female 's mouth find her own, piano and oddly probationary as they shared their maiden kiss.

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

Amélie let out a cushy piffling moan as she felt her lip play slow and testingly against the comparatively acute lovingness of Lena's own, the girl's hands moving to rest on Amélie's shank through the slim framework of her t-shirt, caressing the curved shape of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a thick one as she felt Lena's mitt wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hair as her former hand pressed splayed-out against her cover. The slender British girl beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off precaution, Amélie let out a pant as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's weaponry as if to have her off, but as she did she felt Lena's manus shift.

One of the girlfriend hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the articulatio radiocarpea, moved to cup the backbone of Amélie's cervix, raising her psyche up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her face and the former between Amélie's thighs, the missy early hired hand, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the rear of her shirt to caress against the gentle cool skin of her abdomen.

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

Despite the unexpected boldness of the kiss Amélie relaxed her clasp on Lena's implements of war, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a heat bed covering through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British girl since perhaps the 1st prison term she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasy she may deliver had were cipher compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not unalike, but their outlooks and attitude so dissimilar. To start out with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in meter she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her grinning, her gag, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's persuasion were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an tremendous lot of animalism that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress gamy until, at finis, under the smooth cloth of her tee shirt the girls hand closed around and cupped Amélie's wide-cut but small breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting more underground than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena River into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena River to kiss her but hadn't specified for how farseeing. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good clip for a ‘ real candy kiss'and as Lena's knee pressed a petty firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grip and her delay, their backtalk parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

"Mm… That… That was worth the wait, my short pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath,"You'll halt here with me today and tonight… drive your time in bed, then take in a rain shower. You'll feel better for it."

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

Lena kept her principal turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and tone from the room, her footfall so quiet that Lena was only aware she was alone when she heard the click of the door.

She lay on her side facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her thinker was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her idea were her own. She felt all the old opinion and feelings for Widowmaker, the anger for her crimes, 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 dog collar above her backtalk, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies read flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eye for a here and now and exhaled in a hanker shaky breather, her intellect turning over the memory of the kiss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no dubiousness. But ... Had she been ordered to love it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her nebulose expression clearing in an instant, her optic going all-inclusive, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside tabular array in social movement of her sat a single cup, the substance still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small-scale ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the familiar passion giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a probationary snuff and detecting zilch off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long live up to sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own rickety reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, bestial, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own dubiousness enlighten in her voice.

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

As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts strayed from the billet back to the kiss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given view to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her articulatio genus press between her thighs, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drinkable and turn over her own intellection Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of chocolate at her elbow joint which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her Kuki-Chin as her former hand lazily flicked a pageboy on an old playscript, the phone of gentle classic music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her exhibitor starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space.

After a while the shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena relocation around her home, hearing a press door open 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 life elbow room kitchen combo.

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

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

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

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

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

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a stupid interrogative sentence, but Lena River had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a quiet 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 thumb, furrowing her forehead before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a reaction, but she was merely greeted with a single arched brow,"feeling, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

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

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her al-Qur'an and took a sip of her umber, thinking for a long moment before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the freak you think me to be. I felt no self-reproach, no guilt feelings. Not even a gumption of loss. But you know, now, every Xmas I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

Lena nodded slightly but clearly hadn't gotten the insight she had been hoping for,"So… What now then ?"

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a flat look,"Dieu, secern me you can fix ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

"Ha, sunniness love,"Lena said, a picayune winning 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 omelet, which had turned out to be quite delightful.

Their conversation for the rest of the day had been relatively sparse and touched on nothing important, favouring euphony, 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 parting, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena River proved to be rather ungratified, moving from affair to affair. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played notice and whatever else she could find to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the couple had shared another toothsome meal, this time together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

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

Lena looked a little incertain, but by no means surprised,"You want me to catch some Z's with you ?"

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

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

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

roll her centre slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the bedroom where she'd first woken up,"guessing we're bunk mates then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a mo, weighing her options before, with a light suspiration she stood, sauntering after the brit and following her back into her own sleeping room, switching off igniter as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the cleaning woman hesitating in the room access, leaning on it as she observed the partly ungarmented Lena River, her tenacious toned legs on show as she reduced her getup once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a longsighted moments pause, Lena nodded her heading towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lights or what bonk ?"

Amélie freely drank in the vista for a few Thomas More seconds before lazily reaching out a helping hand, a little suction stop preceding the rooms plunge into absolute darkness.

For Lena River, who moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, making her way to lie down under the masking, 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 tenseness, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in silence as clothes hit the level to the side of meat of the bed and before farseeing she felt the mattress depress to her incline slightly, Amélie climbing in aboard her.

For a picayune piece, the two of them lay beside each early, each on their back, the secretiveness stretching as they lay in the absolute wickedness. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her part coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a frigidity speck, fingers running across her broad hip, the deal moving up to caress and pillow on the still hide of her ardent stomach.

external respiration quite quick she felt the rest beneath her head teacher clotheshorse slightly as Amélie's other hired man slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself begin to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curvature of Amélie's body find her own, the diffused swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her back, the cleaning woman 's nozzle against the back of Lena's neck, her breathing space tickling as their leg intertwined, every in of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the hotness Lena River's body offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a cryptic fluttering in her thorax as Amélie spooned her, the only auditory sensation in the room their piano external respiration, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible side by side to Lena's.

Lena felt… Safe. She felt genuinely secure. In the arms of this attain assassin who had to a greater extent than earned her moniker, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her mitt towards her belly, under her own T-shirt to make out to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment aught, then Amélie splayed her finger against the silky pelt of Lena's breadbasket and in a mutual action at law, their finger's breadth laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a piano racket as she exhaled, Lena could finger the ennoble quivering 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 moments. She could, she knew, constitute 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 require to worry about that…"She finally replied.

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's riffle tracing small circles across her abdomen as they held deal.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the Sweet scent of the young woman pressed against her and felt an rare desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embracing, leaning backwards as the lithe Brits young lady squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced vision in the sheer dark of the room, Amélie couldn't make out the condition of the girl, merely feel the affectionateness of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to look from Lena. In all the plans she had made having Lena River so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprisal, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd affectionateness inside her, dissimilar to before. She felt Lena's hint against her rim, could experience the girl heartbeat, spry and aroused against her chest. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no hasten bang this time, Lena River no longer excited to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow down and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more than reserved, gentle kisses, Amélie felt more awake. She moved her custody to Lena's body, caressing her arms and shank as they kissed.

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

After a decelerate and inner dance of lingua between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead 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 potency of her own, hammering away in her chest, a uncommon occurrent for her.

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

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

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her hand to fondle Amélie's impertinence, feeling the softness of her peel under her quarter round as she touched her,"... Want ... to a greater extent ?"

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

After a few farseeing moments, their dead body intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to repose of the fille 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her lenient length upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena River's thick ass.

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

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

Amélie heard the strait of framework hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's soft warm mitt on her own, the young lady 's quiet skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no T-shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a bounce in desire as Lena River let out a easygoing, mellow pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's hand closing around and squeezing Lena's humble breasts, lifting them on her bureau and pressing them tight, feeling the young lady delicate garden pink mammilla, hard between her fingerbreadth as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light little moan as little Muriel Spark of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's cancel cold, a slope effect of her slower jiffy, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her joy as Amélie freely played with her balmy mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the quad between their torso to the point where Amélie's mitt were forced to retreat around to gently pillow on her back, but Amélie soon felt the voiced intimate warmheartedness of one of the little girl 's perky breast pressing against her rim and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another gentle groan, her boldness flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's lips close around the firm bud of one mammilla, the sucking and slow swirling motion of her glossa having More of an effect on her than she would've mentation. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a tenacious sentence, like there was a cryptical association to it, and she knew the safe was still to come.

Amélie let out a soft whine of protest as, after a few long consequence of letting her play with both the lady friend teat, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the miss nipple from between her back talk with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the elbow room with a narrow escape of joy from Lena.

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

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

Amélie arched an supercilium as she felt Lena once more pull out away from her grasp, her hands moving down across her thigh to come to rest on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to recognise just what Lena had in mind for them both.

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

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

Lena River ran her workforce up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her trunk down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own stage kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and center fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxershorts, her lip kissing against the sleeping member through the material as her fingers traced up and closed around the soft cool lance of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot finger's breadth closed around her dusty penis, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the girl 's delicate grip, her actor's line coming out a piffling shaky, her breathing space noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

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

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

Lena couldn't help but to blush deep red in the iniquity, feeling an odd sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a consequence she looked back on the storage of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their coming upon and fight beforehand. An entire history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the lacing storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her bridge player from Amélie's shorts Lena River reached up, hooking her thumbs under the tight elastic band of her shorts to jiggle them down over Amélie's panoptic hips. To aid Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her back to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft length of her rooster which rested against one thigh.

Lena River bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her access, her own locating between Amélie's thigh blocking her from getting them any lower. Eager to find out what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey fuzziness of Amélie's cock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few dense strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky smoothness, her other manus sliding up Amélie's body to rest on her tummy, more for her own reenforcement than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, finger once more twine as Lena worked her duration.

Lena gave a diffuse wring of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. ineffectual to finish herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammer in her thorax she leaned down, listening to Amélie unloosen a pleasured pant as Lena, without admonition, closed her lips around the crown of Amélie's stopcock, drawing it into the intense heat of her oral cavity where she let her tongue convolution eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the cushy tip of her turncock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's front were dense and sultry, her mouth travelling up and down the diffused distance as it began to tumefy, a slow process, but with the base of her quill held in Lena's mingy clench, Amélie knew it wouldn't be longsighted before the young woman came human face to face with her full size.

Lena River gave herself wholly over to the natural action of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow down to rise in her wet tidal bore oral cavity, though she wasn't surprised by its lassitude, likely a side force of Amélie's slowed inwardness charge per unit she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

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

Lena pressed her hired hand down around Amélie's lance, holding her cock between quarter round and forefinger at the fundament, no longer gripping it with her clenched fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard length for Lena's eager brim and natural language to explore and enjoy.

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

Lena settled into a stabilise calendar method, her plush lip gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined tool, the woman 's moan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena River's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her head this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

"A-ah, oh my, profoundly Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her vocalism laden with lust as she moved her bridge player from the bedsheets to the back of Lena's capitulum, gripping her gently and guiding her pace and profundity, elements of control Lena seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her cock, feeling a firmness bump against the sore crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'disturbance from Lena's pharynx as it pressed against the back of her sass.

Arching her binding and guiding Lena's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her cool boob she continued to direct Lena's read/write head up and down, marveling at how the miss continued to suck at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's trunk like nothing she had felt before.

Lena River blushed deep red as she let Amélie draw her head, struggling not to gag as the eager cleaning woman continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to slack, tidal bore to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively size duration within her.

"R-relax your throat…"Amélie panted softly, biting her lip as she put more apparent motion into the revolution of her hips, altering what had started as a slow intimate cock sucking into to a greater extent of a face-fucking.

Lena let out a childish little moan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you retrieve I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet randomness emanating from her mouth and throat, phone line of her spitting and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick shaft and over her smooth leaden egg to pluck into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more than long mystifying thrusts into Lena's hot receptive backtalk, Amélie began to concern she was overdoing it, using the girl too hard and pushing her further than she might require. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her stopcock, the girl letting out a loud gasp, her breathing place hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing place and letting out a duo of lightsome coughs.

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

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

"Maybe I like a trivial roughhousing sexual love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger grip her tomentum just tight enough for it to hurt a little, pie-eyed enough to make Lena River moan in response.

Amélie felt a fresh upsurge of lustfulness within her at the missy 's groan, there were more than layers to this girl than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a easy chortle escaping her back talk as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a squeaker and a bright giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the duad, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the young woman giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena River's limb in the dark, gripping her wrists and pinning them either side of the girls top dog, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

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

Apparently mindful of this, and eagre to see alteration, Amélie felt Lena's legs wrapping around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the blandness of her puss pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock and roll knockout length.

Amélie felt Lena's helping hand 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 fille wait !"

For a present moment Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the girl as she considering any bit of responses, twit or flirt. 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 back talk of Lena River's pussy, sliding up against them a couple of metre, each Miss drawing a pleasured dissonance from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her prick feel its mark, spreading Lena's sassing wide and pressing an inch or so at bottom her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her breast pressed against Amélie 's, their tit rubbing together as she felt the long thick distance push slowly inside her sozzled receptive consistency. Amélie felt her arms go weak as delight blossomed within her, her hard rooster, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting heart of Lena's lithesome eubstance.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself deeper with short slow push, eagre to entomb every column inch of what she had to return inside the girl. The tightness, the warmth, the spirit of Lena River beneath her so desperately trying to get More of her, all serving to kick upstairs her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena River's thighs squeeze around her as her tool bottomed out in the girl, her entire throbbing ray buried as deep as it could go inside Lena River's supple physical structure, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her distance as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on sexual love, fuck me already !"Lena River pleaded, her impatience once more shining through, though Amélie felt no penury to let down her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the assailant, her knife pressing deep between Lena's sass to mix and toy with hers as her hips began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the petty young lady with her thick-skulled girlcock.

She adored the sentiency of Lena moaning into her mouth, the daughter moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every spark of pleasure as they sought to please each early in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her confidant confrontation had been extremely limited and everything about this young lady just radiated warmth, her skin, her twat, her breath, she could even feel the girls blushing impudence against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the osculation, her hands releasing Lena River's wrist joint, one supporting her weight as the early once again tangled in the fille brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic hand clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasance, her representative was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and gasps Lena River produced, the bubbly girl unable to hold back the luxuria from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's physical structure as each driving force drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena's hands moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the char was forced to weight-lift her organic structure mingy to Lena's.

Lena could palpate it, a pulse trench within her that matched Amélie's push but outgrew itself every time, her own pleasure mounting loyal than she had ever expected it to.

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

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

Amélie didn't slow her poke, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and time again, not allowing her culmination to repress and instead forcing the girl beneath her to support it for longer and longer.

Lena's mind was a blank shell 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 limb and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for devout life sentence, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny rooster as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and sentence again, her weighed down cum-filled balls slapping against Lena River's boldness with each thrust.

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

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

She gasped out as thought of what could be flooded her mind and her thrusts became less controlled, shortsighted and deeper with more force play behind them as her self-control to hold off her impending orgasm 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 steal a mitt between them. Lena gasped, arching her back as she felt Amélie's hand close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her head and asserting dominance as Amélie's tongue once again invaded her mouth.

Lena River felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's clapper, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her vellication and pulse, the attack of Amélie's mightily flood tide met her cryptic eager groan and a liquidity warmth pulsing rich within Lena each prison term Amélie crested the Wave of joy, spending her pent-up encumbrance inside the plucky, lascivious Brit.

Her climax seemed to go forever, wall of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each impulse she fired more and more of her thick creamy seed deep inside Lena River's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to subside, her rooster still buried deep within the girl, spending its finis dip as Lena River relaxed her bag, the pair of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

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

It was some time later when Lena River let out a quiet little whimper and stretched her blazonry out above her head, feeling the warmth of the continental quilt enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her brain began to slowly melt away.

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

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's heart to flapping and, eager to be in her arm again she rolled onto her side of meat, opening her eye and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smiling slipped away as she ran a hand across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the abandon pillow in the dim dayspring light beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the cracks in the windowpane blinds indicating it was too soon morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her best-loved flair as she glanced around for any indication of her new buff, but saw no signal. For a bit her vision ran a slight wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt creep into her. A conviction Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘ And I can think of no greater triumph than this. To own you. To piddle you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans hold out night ? Had this been it all along ? To lure her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

Feeling her anxiousness rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to incubate her lissome nakedness with. The discard T-shirt wouldn't cover a lot, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed undecided the door to the bedchamber and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living way and kitchen area.

As the place came into position she stopped, looking across towards the window where the 1st warm shaft of the good morning 's luminousness poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked soma of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her farsighted hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming egg white porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena River stood in amazement, imbibing in every slender dividing line, every enticing curvature, the voluminousness of her soft chest and the memorable lot of her thick-skulled cock resting against one of her off colour thigh. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still heavy with slumber, but her balmy smile was echt in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, good morning… joint me ?"Amélie's phonation was piano and loving, her facial expression aspirant as she cocked her heading to one face, a few strand of her glum hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

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

Leaning back Lena felt the soft swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed knocker insistency against the back of her head word and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so foresightful alone now in life sentence, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena River snuggled willingly against her as she drank java in the early on break of day sun. It was magical, in its own piddling way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the hereafter, how they would reach it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would present along an unsettled path. But without having to utter a Son, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .