Three sec. Three crucial seconds. It was a jeopardy, she knew, to feature an entire design relying on such a small window of time, but a lot can happen in three seconds, the whoremaster was making them unavoidable, creating a set path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the late night igniter, a tail in the darkness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim lightness which formed the normal of a spiders eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a trap you first have to lure in the prey, a the true Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can spend a penny them believe they have the speed hand 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 telltale blue bar that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the niggling whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the secret plan was about to begin.

"You never really learn do you, sleep with ?"Came a saccharine interpreter, almost a whisper in her ear.

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

A flash of white from the gun muzzle intimately coupled with the flavour of cordite and a oceanic abyss thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the street corner of a wall, matched by the garble typical ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the vantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of brief mechanical whirr from sniper to dishonor mode the bouncing Brit's Gemini pulse pistols were superior for this figure of close quartern combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a rampart, diving through a door and into the encompassing corridor of her Chosen abandoned building which had just happened to omit at a distance a particularly vital mogul site, enough of a butt to guarantee tracer response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulsation pistols as they left a grudge of marks in the rampart where she had just been. They were both by all explanation skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous skirmish they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near impossible to accurately train their sights on the other.

She just had to keep run, to draw it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a hundred meter, but today would be different, her objective wasn't the office facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, nomenclature !"tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a flash of blue as another stream of dead reckoning zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck's egg and diving followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting near and could feel the moment approach, a branching route 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 rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the induction and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic blind fervor, just a little encourage, she could see the window and the building reverse, the gob, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last unit of ammunition of ardor in her clipping, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the vacuous rifle respective times as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to tracer bullet stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The daughter had hardly ever seen the sullen assassin without her hold dear artillery and a unarm Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the clock time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her brass as a spray of Tracer 's pulse side arm shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing on a point far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost unperceivable metre of her heart devising finding her target a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to mislay the chance, she blinked forward, feeling the populace faulting around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced pic of her articulatio radiocarpea into her arm holsters as, weapons system outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her accent mark and sending them both careering through a window on the far construction, shards of crank glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their invertebrate foot Widowmaker's mind counted every secondment with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the physical process of blinking around. Deux.

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

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

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

The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the macrocosm shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her torso 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 legs to snaffle a hold of. In a terror, she blinked this way and that as gravitational attraction took its unrelenting grip on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her effort only served to decelerate her inevitable fall to the ground below.

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

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

The spitefulness 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 fawn out of the pinko haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building 's cap, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink swarm, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique 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 amass her Widows buss Rifle and waiting until the close of the pink sess had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest period of the way, watching as the yellowish jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing strong and coughing.

"Ahh petite missy, how does it sense, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm metre, her faux panic 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 awe and disorientation in her shining vibrant vox euphony to Widowmaker 's capitulum.

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

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

tracer's dreams were lupus erythematosus than pleasant, discombobulation and pain, fear and terror, all assorted in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its flower petal and wilting away.

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

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her dead body stretch out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the annoyance seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire organic structure comfortably spread out over a flabby supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to induce woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her oculus opening to narrow slits, the bright light of the room blinding, her visual sense blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever bass quietus she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person.

"Welcome dwelling, mon amour."Came a far too familiar voice, the rich people French speech pattern piano and unconcerned.

tracer bullet gasped at the try of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the vigour in her tired body, stripped of weapons, armor and throttle, to do more than than sit up.

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

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

Tracer raised a hired hand as her thinker 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 oculus, 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 whimpered, raising both her hand to her head teacher as she squeezed her oculus shut, the pain in the neck expiration quicker now.

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

Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to afford her eyes, seeing her Sir Thomas More clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and foe sitting beside her, soft eyebrow raised, a cup in one hand held out towards tracer bullet, the liquid state interior dark and steaming.

"Widowmaker… You're… Wearing a T-shirt ?"tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this place Widowmakers garb was the most baffling aspect to her, a tee 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 causa, Lena,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her feet and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the light reflecting on her amber eyes.

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

Amélie let out a soft little suspire and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a mo as Lena observed the woman 's slender profile. Their fighting were always so incredibly fast pace with her chronal accelerator pedal and Widowmakers ballet aim stride that she seldom got to see her without either of them moving at some focal ratio. After a moment of staring at the slender figure and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost unperceivable hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What secret plan ?"

Amélie shot Lena a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still integral as it wound down her back,"The endless game of cat and shiner that you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win."

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

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

Lena felt the bloom ghost her cheeks a little warmer and she raised a script, running it through her short iniquity whisker, messing it back up into its rightful space,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her rim,"Mm, technically."

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

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

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

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a I 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 time, one leg crossed over the other defensively.

"W-what, what was that ! How did you make me do that !"Lena River protested, her eubstance 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 soft smugness, her hand, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to rest on Lena River's svelte pale 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 little less your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

Lena swallowed hard as she stared, eyes wide like a doe caught in dealings up at Amélie's off colour complexion.

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same chill travel down her backbone again,"You will never hurt me or aim to shoot me, you will come home base to me here every Nox, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you empathise ? Speak."She commanded.

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

"Any inquiry, mon intimacy ?"

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

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

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and care once again in her chest of drawers, the lack of control she seemingly had over herself giving her pause. The dreaming, the Bible pétale, petal. She had been conditioned somehow, like an animal.

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

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

Amélie let out a dry trivial chuckle and reached out, running her slender fingers through Lena 's unretentive Brown fuzz,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not count if you ever truly do… But I have an social club for you…"

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

"buss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath leakage in a hoo-hah as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. Lena followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the charwoman 's lips find her own, voiced and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a confessedly kiss was something wearisome, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and edifice to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new imprint testament of her lissom body.

Amélie let out a soft little moan as she felt her rim play slow and testingly against the relatively intense heat of Lena's own, the young woman's hands moving to rest on Amélie's shank through the thin out textile of her tee shirt, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a deeper one as she felt Lena River's helping hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her coloured pilus as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her binding. The slender British girl beneath her shifted her 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 cast her off, but as she did she felt Lena River's hired man shift.

One of the girls hand, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the back of Amélie's neck opening, raising her read/write head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's thighs, the girls other helping hand, which had been on her back, instead came to take a breather on Amélie's stomach, Lena River's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the soft cool down skin of her abdomen.

Lena's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a obtuse kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her binding up against Lena River as the girlfriend's tongue slipped eagerly between the French womanhood 's rim, beginning an vivid terpsichore of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected daring of the kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena's sleeve, holding her gently as she responded in sort. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth cattle farm through her. Amélie had lusted for the lustrous sparky British miss since perhaps the first sentence she had laid middle on her, but any phantasy she may consume had were naught compared to the experience.

The girl was so alike and unlike herself, their chassis not dissimilar, but their outlook and attitude so unlike. To begin with, tracer bullet sonorousness and freewheeling nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena River had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the release of Quaker and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her joke, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the mavin of warm up finger tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their mouth parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the smooth framework of her tee shirt the young lady paw closed around and cupped Amélie's full but modest tit, squeezing it as they made out, the lady friend knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting more resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some affair were still a bit of a mystery story to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena River to kiss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good prison term for a ‘ real osculation'and as Lena River's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her chest, she felt the girl relax her bobby pin and her hold, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

"Mm… That… That was worth the waiting, my footling pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath,"You'll stay here with me today and tonight… accept your time in bed, then take a cascade. You'll look better for it."

Amélie leaned in towards Lena's face, but Lena River turned her header away, all quip and comments gone as she stared off at aught. Amélie let out a dry niggling chortle,"Mm, suit yourself."

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

She lay on her English facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her foeman had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her judgment was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thought process were her own. She felt all the old thinking and touch sensation for Widowmaker, the anger for her crimes, the ruth 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 jersey she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the choker above her mouth, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nozzle. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies take flying in her tum. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her mind turning over the store of the osculation, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no incertitude. But ... Had she been ordered to relish it ?

"No…"Lena said softly to herself, vox quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thought, mentation of Amélie, idea for Widowmaker. She squeezed her eyes shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring monster that was the cold-skinned roughshod assassinator snake, Widowmaker.

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

Lena blinked, her nebulose expression clearing in an blink of an eye, her eye going wide-cut, her mouth parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside table in front 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 point, clasping it in her custody, the familiar fondness giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a provisional sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a dense sip, then let out a farseeing satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, thoughtless, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own incertitude clear in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her arse and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's tee shirt and a pair of plain opprobrious panty. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. component of her wanted to jump off from the window, escape valve into the urban center, but every cheek ending in her consistence told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to outride, and stay she would.

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

While Lena River stood, resting on the sill, sipping her potable and turning over her own thought process Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of burnt umber at her human elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her Chin as her other helping hand lazily flicked a pageboy on an old leger, the phone of assuage Greco-Roman medicine being interrupted eventually only by the recognizable sound of her cascade 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 movement around her house, hearing a loo door open then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the threshold to her living elbow room kitchen combo.

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

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her incline, the other gripping its human elbow, a provisionary look,"Er, it was dainty, cheers."

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

Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the Sami shirt, she had acquired a brace 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 blazonry 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 pillock question, but Lena had seemed at least receptive to conversation and she hadn't wanted a secrecy to build between them. The punishing gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

Lena twiddled her thumb, furrowing her brows before speaking,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a 1 arched eyebrow,"smell, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her rich accent mark and rolling cadence quite pleasant Lena mentation, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or malice, as it had been in virtually of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

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

"What do you need ?"Amélie countered.

Lena River 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 cook whatever you like."

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

Amélie gave her a flat flavor,"Dieu, tell me you can cook ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

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

Amélie rolled her centre 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 authoritative, privilege music, the weather, and anything else that meant zero. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the presence of each other in this new non-hostile environment.

For the most part, 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 cards and whatever else she could find to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the pair had shared another delicious meal, this sentence together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

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

Lena looked a little uncertain, but by no mean value surprised,"You want me to sleep with you ?"

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

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

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

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

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

She was left sitting alone for a minute, weighing her pick before, with a light sigh she stood, sauntering after the britt and following her back into her own chamber, switching off illumination as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly ungarbed Lena, her farsighted toned legs on display as she reduced her getup once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a foresighted moments pause, Lena River nodded her nous towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lighting or what love ?"

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

For Lena, who moved to sit down on the sharpness of the bed, making her way to lie down under the covers, the absolute darkness was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmheartedness of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of pent-up strain, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

She listened in silence as clothes hit the floor to the slope of the bed and before long she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in aboard her.

For a short 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 vocalism coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold sense of touch, finger running across her broad articulatio coxae, the deal moving up to fondle and rest on the smooth skin of her warm stomach.

external respiration quite quick she felt the rest beneath her head fop slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself lead off to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to come home on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's consistency incur her own, the piano beau of Amélie's tit pressing to her binding, the cleaning woman 's nose against the rachis of Lena's cervix, her breath titillation as their legs intertwined, every inch of the cool fair sex seemingly seeking out the heat Lena River's body offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep flapping in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the solely sound in the room their subdued ventilation, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible following to Lena's.

Lena felt… Safe. She felt genuinely safe. In the coat of arms of this accomplished assassinator who had Thomas More than earned her cognomen, she felt prosperous. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her handwriting towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to come to rest atop of Amélie's. For a moment nothing, then Amélie splayed her fingers against the satiny skin of Lena's tum and in a mutual action, their digit laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a balmy noise as she exhaled, Lena could find the appease vibrations of the hum against her neck.

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

Amélie stayed silent for a farsighted few instant. She could, she knew, create Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a oceanic abyss hungering for the slender female child, a lusting for her.

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

Lena felt her heart beating faster, Amélie's finger tracing lowly circles across her stomach as they held workforce.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The pollex against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

Amélie thought for a moment, inhaling the sweet-scented scent of the female child pressed against her and felt an uncommon desire in her heart.

"... Okay."

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

Even with her enhanced visual sensation in the absolute night of the elbow room, Amélie couldn't make out the shape of the fille, merely feel the warmth of her presence. She waited, unsure as to what to expect from Lena. In all the plans she had made having Lena so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprisal, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, different to before. She felt Lena River's breath against her lips, could experience the girl heartbeat, immediate and aroused against her chest. Lena's lip found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried surge this time, Lena River no longer frantic to snog ‘ like she meant it ’, but dull and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the ascendance she had held before, despite the more hold, soft candy kiss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hired man to Lena's body, caressing her munition and waist as they kissed.

As sentence melted away Lena's mental reservation followed, her kiss becoming less and less shy and more like the one they had indulged in before. trench and passionate, Amélie's mind galvanising as Lena River's hands caressed up her sides.

After a slow and intimate dance of clapper 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 military posture of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare occurrence for her.

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

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

"Yeah…"She bit her lip, reaching up her helping hand to fondle Amélie's buttock, feeling the sissiness of her tegument under her thumb as she touched her,"... Want ... to a greater extent ?"

"Thomas More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her hired hand till her finger were laced in Lena's fashionable fuzz, pulling her back down into another eager kiss, one that they both melted into.

After a few hanker moments, their body intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to rest of the girl 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her balmy length upwards a little, enjoying the esthesis of it rubbing against Lena River's thick ass.

Lena felt the bulge moving up against her and she giggled a slight, pressing her ass downwards into the fogginess,"Not yet jazz ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her rosehip made slack rotary, gently grinding her duration against the girl atop of her.

Amélie heard the auditory sensation of fabric hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena River whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena's diffused affectionate hands on her own, the fille '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 soft, senior high pitched gasp of pleasure, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena's modest breasts, lifting them on her dresser and pressing them compressed, feeling the girls delicate pinko mamilla, hard between her digit as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light-headed little moan as little sparks of pleasure buzzed across her dresser, Amélie's natural coldness, a position impression of her slower split second, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her easy mounds.

inclination forward Lena River crowded the place between their bodies to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to retreat around to gently perch on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft confidant warmness of one of the fille 's perky breast pressing against her mouth and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another gentle moan, her buttock flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's lips close around the firm bud of one tit, the suction and slacken swirling question of her glossa having more of an effect on her than she would've sentiment. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, like there was a cryptic joining to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a soft whimper of protestation as, after a few farsighted second of letting her play with both the young woman nipples, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the little girl nipple from between her lips with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the elbow room with a narrow escape of delight from Lena.

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

Lena River let out an almost skittish fiddling giggle and sounded almost sheeplike,"Sorry to fuck up your party, but I got something else in mind…"

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more commit away from her reach, her hands moving down across her thigh to arrive to rest on the bed shroud, Amélie finding herself eager now to know just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving small little butterfly candy kiss against the womanhood 's cool shine peel, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the cool off night air of their room.

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

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black pantie, her own pegleg kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and core flap in anticipation, she slid one script up Amélie's boxers, her backtalk kissing against the sleeping member through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the piano assuredness shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot fingers closed around her low temperature member, biting her lip as she felt it jerk gently in the girl 's delicate bobby pin, her Scripture coming out a lilliputian shaky, her breathing space noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, know ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft warmth of her backtalk to the slurred gibbosity of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena couldn't help but to crimson crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sensory faculty of command over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the retentiveness of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their coming upon and fights beforehand. An entire history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the lacing storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her handwriting from Amélie's short circuit Lena reached up, hooking her thumbs under the miserly pliant band of her shorts to wiggle them down over Amélie's broad pelvis. To help Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her back to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the mild distance of her turncock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her admittance, her own position between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any abject. tidal bore to strike what awaited her she reached back up, her fingerbreadth closing around the midst almost spongey softness of Amélie's cock, pointing it upwardly and giving it a few slow down cam stroke, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the lenient length she marvelled at its silklike eloquence, her other hand sliding up Amélie's soundbox to remain on her tummy, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's helping hand find her own, fingerbreadth once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her bureau she leaned down, listening to Amélie eject a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her backtalk around the crownwork of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense hotness of her oral fissure where she let her tongue purl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as joy engulfed the sonant tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena River's as the early continued to fascinate at the bedsheets. Lena's apparent motion were slow and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the soft duration as it began to swell, a slow process, but with the al-Qaida of her shaft held in Lena's tight handgrip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be retentive before the miss came brass to typeface with her entire size.

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

Amélie arched her backbone and breathed hard, working her pelvic girdle up and down in eager little motions as Lena's hot oral cavity slid up and down her distance, drawing forth delight and luxuria beyond what Amélie could think ever feeling.

Lena River pressed her hand down around Amélie's cock, holding her cock between thumb and forefinger at the base, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard length for Lena's eager backtalk and tongue to explore and enjoy.

Feeling Amélie squeeze her mitt Lena knew the core she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the pecker press deeper into her mouth where her knife met it with an eager whirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady rhythm, her plushy lips gliding up and down the steely distance of Amélie's spit-shined pecker, the woman 's groan mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her head this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

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

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her prick, feeling a firmness bump against the sensitive crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ Gluck !'noise from Lena's pharynx as it pressed against the back of her mouth.

Arching her rachis and guiding Lena's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her cool breast she continued to direct Lena's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to suck at her intemperate length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's dead body like zero she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her pass, struggling not to gag as the aegir woman continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her shaft against the spinal column of Lena's pharynx, something she tried to slack, 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 movement into the gyration of her hips, altering what had started as a dumb intimate blowjob into more of a face-fucking.

Lena let out a infantile slight groan, trying to communicate her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her rima oris and throat, ancestry of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her foxy putz and over her legato heavy Ball to rob into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more longsighted deep thrusts into Lena's hot open mouth, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the girl too hard and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her putz, the female child letting out a loud gasp, her breathing spell hot against Amélie's cutis as she whimpered cutely, catching her hint and letting out a couple of Light Within coughs.

"W-why'd you quit ?"Lena asked, resting her red boldness 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 breast, enticing another groan from Amélie's pursed mouth as Lena let out a soft breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

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

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

"Maybe I want to be a little 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 River's glossa as their bare consistency pressed together, Lena River squirming gently to feel every in of Amélie's body caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smiling broad, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as her helping hand instantly found their way to Lena River's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the western fence lizard movement drawing a close shave and a shiny giggle from the missy as she suddenly found herself on the hindquarters 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's sleeve in the night, gripping her radiocarpal joint and pinning them either side of meat of the girls head, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously aegir moan from Lena.

tendency down Amélie kissed up Lena's collarbone, finding her neck and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of sexual love bites up one face, each one causing another high pitched groan from the daughter beneath her who was clearly in a body politic of disco biscuit despite the fact that her own motivation had so far gone unattended.

Apparently cognisant of this, and eager to see change, Amélie felt Lena's leg wrap around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her pussycat pressing up against the undersurface of Amélie's rock music hard length.

Amélie felt Lena River's helping hand pull up, as if trying to squirm back control, but Amélie forcefully pushed them back down into the mattress, drawing a pleasured little pant from Lena River who whined cutely,"Oh come on love, don't make a girl wait !"

For a bit Amélie bit Lena's take down lip, drawing a groan from the little girl as she considering any routine of response, taunts or teases. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her hip down and inward, her distance twitching and throb as it pressed against and between the silky hot rim of Lena's pussy, sliding up against them a couple of metre, each miss drawing a pleasured interference from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her rooster observe its mark, spreading Lena River's lips wide and pressing an inch or so at bottom her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled pant, arching her rear up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their tit rubbing together as she felt the tenacious boneheaded length push slowly inside her closely receptive physical structure. Amélie felt her munition go feeble as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's slender organic structure.

The experience was untellable for Amélie as she worked herself mystifying with short slow jab, eager to bury every inch of what she had to founder inside the girl. The tightness, the heating plant, the intuitive feeling of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to raise her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena River's thighs clinch around her as her pecker bottomed out in the young woman, her integral pounding shaft buried as inscrutable as it could go inside Lena River's lithe body, the walls of her puss squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her glossa pressing deep between Lena's rim to mingle and toy with hers as her pelvic girdle began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the niggling miss with her thick girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the girl moving beneath her in fourth dimension to her thrusts, enhancing each and every arc of pleasure as they sought to delight each former in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most sweep over sensation that mingled with the pleasance. In all her clock time as Widowmaker her confidant encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this daughter just radiated affectionateness, her tegument, her pussy, her breathing time, she could even palpate the daughter blushing impertinence against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her driving force Amélie broke the osculation, her script releasing Lena River's wrists, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the female child brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmical clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in joy, her articulation was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and pant Lena produced, the bubbly girl ineffective to entertain back the luxuria from her phonation as Amélie took her, her mortise joint remaining locked around Amélie's body as each thrust drove her to new heights of pleasure.

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

Lena could feel it, a pulsing oceanic abyss within her that matched Amélie's knife thrust but outgrew itself every time, her own pleasure mounting loyal than she had ever expected it to.

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my hammer, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her voice, in her luxuria, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the quarrel themselves making Lena appreciation her tighter, her luxuriously pitched gasps coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long close shave as the girl 's climax struck.

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

Lena's mind was a dummy haze of complete pleasure and need, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her arms and wooden leg tight as she clung on desperately to her fan, hanging on for dear life, feeling each and every steely in of Amélie's veiny putz as it buried itself to the hilt inside her metre and time again, her weighed down cum-filled balls slapping against Lena River's brass with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could feel her pleasure rise, each hearty thrust into Lena's hot squeezing puss pulling her closer to the inevitable border of release that she could feel approaching.

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

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her idea and her stab became less controlled, shorter and deeper with more force behind them as her self-control to hold off her impending climax buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure disco biscuit from the instant as she possibly could.

She pushed herself up, widening the gap between the clingy Lena and herself just enough for her to slip a paw between them. Lena River gasped, arching her cover as she felt Amélie's helping hand close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her question and asserting dominance as Amélie's clapper once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her pelvic girdle jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitching and pulsation, the onset of Amélie's powerful climax met her deep bore moans and a liquid heat pulsing deep within Lena each fourth dimension Amélie crested the moving ridge of pleasance, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her coming seemed to last forever, walls of delight cresting over her again and again as with each heart rate she fired more and Thomas More of her thick creamy seed thick inside Lena River's hot twat, but, it did eventually throw to subside, her cock still buried deep within the female child, spending its finale fall as Lena relaxed her clench, the pair of them breathing operose, 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 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 other 's arms, where they belonged.

Lena River felt like she needed a cascade, or another toilsome screwing, but in her judgment, there was really only one pick. Held in Amélie's arms, safe and ensure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the cover of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting profundity where she willingly sank.

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

She lay, without opening her middle, as the retentivity of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreaming. Amélie. The adult female who had conditioned her to obey her command at a word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the eventide. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted flack, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the cerebration of Amélie sent Lena River's warmness to fluttering and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her English, opening her oculus and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's grinning slipped away as she ran a hired hand across the tack where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their love.

She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning time light beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early dawn, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hired hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred mode as she glanced around for any reading of her new devotee, but saw no augury. For a consequence her imagination ran a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her uneasy mind, ‘ And I can think of no greater victory than this. To own you. To make you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last 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 uprise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to continue her lithesome nakedness with. The chuck out T-shirt wouldn't cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed undetermined the door to the bedroom and poked her caput out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hall, padding barefoot towards the briny living elbow room and kitchen area.

As the quad came into horizon she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm beam of the morning 's illumination poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her longsighted hair loose as it hung down her backbone, her custody raised, clasped around a steaming E. B. White porcelain cup.

For a import Lena stood in amazement, drunkenness in every slender line, every enticing curve, the comprehensiveness of her soft tit and the memorable sight of her thick rooster resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena River bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still heavy with catch some Z's, but her soft grin was genuine in the affectionateness it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, unspoilt morning… articulation me ?"Amélie's voice was flaccid and loving, her expression aspirer as she cocked her head to one side, a few strands of her night haircloth cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to kick in the female child space on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her back was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the woman 's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to rest on her stomach just under her jersey, caressing her.

proclivity back Lena River felt the flabby beau of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breast press against the backrest of her nous and she looked out the windowpane, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

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

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in memory board for them in the future, how they would make it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would face along an changeable path. But without having to utter a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .