Three minute. Three crucial moment. It was a risk, she knew, to own an entire plan relying on such a small windowpane of metre, but a lot can happen in three mo, the caper was making them ineluctable, creating a ready path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the previous night light, a shadow in the wickedness of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, inconspicuous save for eight dim visible light which formed the pattern of a spider eyes across her mask.

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

She scanned through the diverse still images on her visor as she peered out of the undefended window waiting for the telltale blue run that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically try out the footling whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

"You never really learn do you, love ?"Came a syrupy representative, almost a whisper in her ear.

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the smallest of smirks despite the surprisal, some twenty-four hours it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her groundwork precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun.

A flash lamp of E. B. White from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell 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 warped classifiable ‘ zip'of Tracers slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant 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 publication of brief mechanical whir from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's duplicate pulsate handgun were master for this form of close twenty-five percent combat.

"Off in a haste ?"Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to look across at a space a particularly vital power site, enough of a aim to warrant Tracers reply when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

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

She just had to sustain track, to micturate it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be different, her documentary wasn't the force adeptness, 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 fake sharpness of despair, she needed Tracer to believe she was winning, after all.

"Oops, language !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a split second of blue as another flow of guesswork zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an manifest act of despair she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the initiation and lighting the place up in a hail of fully robotic blind ardor, just a petty further, she could see the window and the edifice opposite, the yap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last round of flaming in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise cognition of her barb, clicked the discharge rifle several meter as if surprised to find herself running discharge and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The girl had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her care for weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her fount as a spray of tracer bullet 's beat pistol shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, optic focusing on a full point far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her eye fashioning 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 turn a loss the chance, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrist into her arm holsters as, blazonry outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her emphasis and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far building, sherd of trash glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their substructure Widowmaker's creative thinker counted every 2d with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her story as a ballerina giving her assuredness and Libra the Balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the mental 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 spark of steel, a flash bulb.

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

"Ahh !"Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jump suit, burying itself to the hilt in her pectus, bother blossoming in her like a flower as she, on perfect 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 consistency back to precisely where it had been, exactly three mo ago.

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

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the raunchy floor of the alley with a toilsome clump and a bad sounding wisecrack from her chronal accelerator.

"Uuuhhh…"She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knee joint, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to center on a suddenly prominent head of red flashing light.

The Venom mine detonated in her case, 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 haze that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building 's roof, a smirk on her lineament as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing tap cloud, different from its common purple, but it was, after all, a unique expression, fit for its very unparalleled purpose.

With a dry chortle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to pick up her widow kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink dope had drifted away before she allowed herself down the balance of the way, watching as the sensationalistic jumpsuit-clad physique of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing.

"Ahh petite missy, how does it finger, to finally drop off ?"She said in a calm cadence, her simulated terror gone now, replaced instead by a self-satisfied feel, 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 burnished vibrant vocalization euphony to Widowmaker 's ears.

Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle,"I beat you."She stepped slowly over to tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to attend into Widowmakers unnatural yellow optic,"Now sleep, things will be unlike when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it."

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

tracer bullet's pipe dream were to a lesser extent than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the pertinacious imagination of, bizarrely, a bloom slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few fourth dimension she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too coloured to be very. Movement, pain, medicine ? flush ?

tracer bullet let out a low groan and felt her body reach out, her muscularity aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.

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

"Welcome rest home, mon amour."Came a far too companion voice, the productive Daniel Chester French emphasis soft and unconcerned.

tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting side, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of weapons, armour and accelerators, to do more than sit up.

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

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

tracer bullet raised a bridge player as her brain cleared itself of the fog of quietus, surprised to find that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hired man over her middle, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a loggerheaded duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"Tracer whimpered, raising both her deal to her head as she squeezed her center shut, the bother passing quicker now.

"Do not interest, that'll pass. I know."

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

"Widowmaker… You're… Wearing a T-shirt ?"Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most elusive prospect 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 lawsuit everywhere I go ? And my name is Amélie, you might as well use it."

"Why ? ..."

"Because that is who I am when I'm not in the suit, Lena River,"Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her understructure and stepping away towards the windowpane, glancing out and around, the alight reflecting on her amber eyes.

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

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

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

"What game ?"

Amélie shooting Lena a glimpse and raised an brow again, her ponytail still intact as it wound down her rachis,"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, make love,"Lena River said, thing of factly.

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

Lena felt the bloom touch her brass a petty heater and she raised a helping hand, running it through her short night fuzz, messing it back up into its rightful place,"Are you going to let me give ?"

Amélie pursed her lips,"Mm, technically."

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

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

Uncrossing her ramification Lena River swung them out of the bed, glancing down as she felt a plush carpet between her toes, seeing her bare fluid branch for the start meter 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 middle over at Lena River as she peered back at her over one shoulder,"Lay down Lena River, and I will explain."

Lena River eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a undivided 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 fourth dimension, one leg crossed over the early defensively.

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

"Shh pétale, let me explain,"Amélie said with a flabby smugness, her manus, unnaturally poise to the touch, coming to rest on Lena River's thin pale thigh.

The girl'impudence flushed red as she parted her rim to answer, 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 idea is a little less your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

Lena swallowed hard as she stared, middle wide like a doe caught in traffic up at Amélie's off tinge complexion.

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that Same shudder travel down her spine again,"You will never ache me or aim to shoot me, you will come home to me here every Nox, as my new diminutive amie, girlfriend. And you will mouth of this to no one else. Do you understand ? Speak."She commanded.

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

"Any questions, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little squabble I have grown to admire your tenacity and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a moment, enjoying the brief wide-eyed second of surprise that played across Lena's attractive feature,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are feed. And a swag. And I can conceive of no capital victory than this. To own you. To establish you mine."

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

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

"Not crashing likely…"Lena said, her soft vox edged with despair.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger's breadth through Lena River 's dead Robert 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 parliamentary law for you…"

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

"osculation me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath escape in a fluttering as Amélie leaned closer, closing her oculus. Lena followed courting, her centre closing too as she felt the odd coolness of the woman 's rim find her own, cushy and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a true kiss was something slacken, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, tedious and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something dissimilar and she had no choice but to obey the new imprint volition of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a soft little groan as she felt her lips play slow up and testingly against the comparatively intense heat of Lena's own, the girl's hands moving to rest on Amélie's shank through the flimsy material of her jersey, caressing the curves of her own slender body.

Her gentle groan heightened into a profoundly one as she felt Lena's helping hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark fuzz as her other handwriting pressed splayed-out against her backbone. The slender British people daughter beneath her shifted her weight unit 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 River's implements of war as if to confuse her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hand shift.

One of the girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the radiocarpal joint, moved to cup the spine of Amélie's neck, raising her 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 early hand, which had been on her back, instead came to perch on Amélie's stomach, Lena River's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the lenient sang-froid hide of her abdomen.

Lena's sassing found Amélie's again quickly and any color of a slacken buss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her backrest up against Lena River as the girl's tongue slipped eagerly between the French woman 's mouth, beginning an acute terpsichore of luxuria and desire.

Despite the unexpected strikingness of the candy kiss Amélie relaxed her traction on Lena's branch, holding her gently as she responded in variety. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a warmth spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British girl since perhaps the low time she had laid eye on her, but any fantasies she may have had were nothing compared to the experience.

The daughter was so comparable and unlike herself, their number not dissimilar, but their outlooks and attitudes so different. To begin with, tracer vibrancy and carefree nature had irritated her, but in clip 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 lady friend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her gag, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of warm up finger tracing up her peel, it seemed to Lena, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breath hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the smooth fabric of her T-shirt the girlfriend handwriting closed around and cupped Amélie's full but small knocker, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a fiddling harder between her thigh, meeting Thomas More resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some thing were still a bit of a enigma to her. In this instance, she had ordered Lena to osculate her but hadn't specified for how yearn. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a good time for a ‘ rattling kiss'and as Lena's human knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her clutch and her hold, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

Amélie opened her eyes and looked up at Lena River with her gold regard, their faces still so near together, Lena River's expression indecipherable, her eyes searching Amélie's, for what she didn't know.

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

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

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

Lena kept her read/write head turned away as she listened to Amélie acclivity and gradation from the elbow room, her footsteps so quiet that Lena was only cognisant 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 thinking 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 fall behind. While she knew her nous was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her idea were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and tone for Widowmaker, the angriness for her offence, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something dissimilar.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the T-shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the collar above her mouth, scrunching up the textile slightly and holding it to her nozzle. Lena River inhaled deeply and felt butterflies take trajectory in her abdomen. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled in a foresighted wonky breath, her mind turning over the memory of the buss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubtfulness. But ... Had she been ordered to revel it ?

"No…"Lena River said softly to herself, vocalisation quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such cerebration, thoughts of Amélie, thoughts 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 assassin serpent, Widowmaker.

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

Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clearing in an flash, her optic going encompassing, her lip parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her.

On the bedside table in nominal head 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 belittled ceramic item, clasping it in her paw, the comrade warmth giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a provisional sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long meet suspiration. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky expression in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, roughshod, assassinator monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice.

After a mo she stood and moved to the windowpane, leaning on the sill with her rear end and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's jersey and a pair of field black scanty. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. role of her wanted to leap from the window, escape into the city, but every nerve ending in her torso told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and stay she would.

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

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her beverage and turn over her own opinion Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her Chin as her other paw lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of gruntle serious music music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a present 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 move around her home, hearing a cupboard 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 living room kitchen combo.

"How was your exhibitioner ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a 1 eyebrow.

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side, the other gripping its cubitus, a doubtful look,"Er, it was nice, cheers."

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

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

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

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a stupe question, but Lena had seemed at least open to conversation and she hadn't wanted a quiet to work up between them. The hard gaze Lena gave her however quickly softened, then she sighed.

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

"Mm ?"

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

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her deep emphasis and rolling beat quite pleasant Lena River thought process, at to the lowest degree when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in most of their previous encounters.

Lena River nodded.

Amélie closed her Christian Bible and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long bit 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 sense of release. But you know, now, every Christmas Day I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you desire ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a flat smell,"Dieu, state me you can manipulate ?"

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

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

"Ha, cheers love,"Lena River said, a lilliputian victorious smirk on her lips.

Amélie rolled her middle but opened the fridge.

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

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

For the most share, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from affair 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 delectable meal, this meter together, Lena River had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

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

Lena looked a minuscule uncertain, but by no means surprised,"You want me to slumber with you ?"

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

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

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

Rolling her optic slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the sleeping room where she'd first woken up,"conjecture we're rot partner then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a consequence, weighing her pick before, with a lightheaded sigh she stood, sauntering after the Brit and following her back into her own bedroom, switching off lights as she went.

Lena glanced up as Amélie entered, the woman hesitating in the room access, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her foresightful modulate legs on appearance as she reduced her outfit once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long bit pause, Lena nodded her chief towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lights or what love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the view for a few to a greater extent seconds before lazily reaching out a hand, a lilliputian click preceding the elbow room plunge into sheer darkness.

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

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

For a little while, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their backbone, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the silence was eventually broken by Amélie, her phonation coming out piano,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a frigidity skin senses, finger running across her broad hips, the hired hand moving up to fondle and remain on the smooth cutis of her strong stomach.

ventilation quite immediate she felt the rest beneath her head swell slightly as Amélie's former manus slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself start out to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to penetrate on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body find her own, the diffused swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her rear, the womanhood 's nozzle against the rear of Lena River's neck opening, her breath tickle as their legs intertwined, every column inch of the nerveless char seemingly seeking out the heat Lena River's body offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a thick flap in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the merely sound in the way their soft breathing, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible next to Lena's.

Lena felt… safety. She felt genuinely safe. In the sleeve of this attain assassinator who had more than earned her nickname, she felt well-fixed. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

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

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena River whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a diffuse stochasticity as she exhaled, Lena could sense the gentle vibrations of the hum against her neck.

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

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

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

Lena River felt her mettle whipping faster, Amélie's thumb tracing modest roofy across her venter as they held handwriting.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

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

"... Okay."

Lena River wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their embrace, leaning backwards as the lissome British lady friend squirmed around.

Even with her enhanced visual sense in the absolute dark of the way, Amélie couldn't make out the shape of the young woman, merely feel the affectionateness of her mien. She waited, unsure as to what to wait from Lena. In all the design she had made having Lena so genuinely interested in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, different to before. She felt Lena's breath against her brim, could feel the young woman flash, quick and rouse against her chest. Lena's back talk found Amélie's and they kissed, no festinate boot this time, Lena no longer frantic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but dim and exploratory, as Amélie had inaugural hoped.

Without the ascendancy she had held before, despite the Thomas More allow, gentle buss, Amélie felt more active. She moved her mitt to Lena's torso, caressing her arms and shank as they kissed.

As time melted away Lena River's reserve 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 car as Lena's hands caressed up her sides.

After a deadening and intimate dance of tongues between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her os frontale lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer find Lena's pulsation over the military strength of her own, hammering away in her chest of drawers, a rare happening for her.

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

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

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

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her script till her digit were laced in Lena's stylish hair, pulling her back down into another tidal bore osculation, one that they both melted into.

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

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

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her pelvis made slow lot, gently grinding her length against the young lady atop of her.

Amélie heard the sound 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 fond manpower on her own, the girl 's still 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 soft, heights pitched gasp of pleasure, Amélie's work force closing around and squeezing Lena's small-scale chest, lifting them on her breast and pressing them mingy, feeling the little girl delicate garden pink mamilla, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena River let out a light little moan as little light of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's cancel coldness, a side of meat effect of her deadening flash, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her balmy mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the blank between their consistency to the point where Amélie's hand were forced to retreat around to gently take a breather on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate fondness of one of the girl 's perky white meat press against her lip and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft moan, her cheeks flushed crimson in the iniquity as she felt Amélie's lips close around the firm bud of one pap, the suck and slow up swirling gesture of her tongue having More of an burden on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long prison term, like there was a deeper association to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a diffused whine of objection as, after a few long second of letting her play with both the lady friend nipples, Lena River sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her sass with a flash wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

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

Lena let out an almost anxious piddling giggle and sounded almost sheepish,"Sorry to vitiate your party, but I got something else in mind…"

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more pull away from her clench, her work force moving down across her thighs to come to rest on the bed bed sheet, 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-scale picayune butterfly candy kiss against the cleaning lady 's cool down fluid skin, taking the duvet with her as she moved, exposing them both to the chill night air of their room.

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

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's thigh as she nestled her dead body down between the assassinator 's pegleg, quietly slipping off her fateful panties, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eagre. Slowly and ticker flutter in expectation, she slid one paw up Amélie's underdrawers, her lips kissing against the sleeping member through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the mild cool dick of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot digit closed around her low temperature penis, biting her lip as she felt it twinge gently in the lady friend 's finespun clutch, her words coming out a picayune shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, roll in the hay ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft heat of her backtalk to the wooden-headed bulge of Amélie's shorts.

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

Lena River couldn't supporter but to blush ruby in the dark, feeling an odd sensory faculty of ascendancy over Amélie as she was begged for more than. For a moment she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and battle beforehand. An full history of struggle, all of which now felt somehow inconsequent when compared to the whacking storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her script from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her thumb under the closely elastic band of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's broad hips. To attend Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her back to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the sonant length of her cock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her access, her own military position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any lower. Eager to divulge what awaited her she reached back up, her digit closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's turncock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft duration she marvelled at its satiny suaveness, her other hand sliding up Amélie's organic structure to roost on her stomach, more for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand find her own, fingers once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

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

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the delicate tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena River's as the other continued to spellbind at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slow and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the mild length as it began to puff up, a sluggish physical process, but with the base of her quill held in Lena's tight grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be tenacious before the girl came face to brass with her full size.

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

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

Lena pressed her paw down around Amélie's putz, holding her cock between pollex and index at the cornerstone, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard length for Lena's eager rim and spit to search and enjoy.

Feeling Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the upshot she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the cock press deeper into her back talk where her natural language met it with an eager swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady beat, her plush back talk gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the woman 's moans mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena River's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her point this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

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

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her tool, feeling a firmness bump against the sensitive summit of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena's throat as it pressed against the spinal column of her lip.

Arching her backrest 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 missy continued to suck at her intemperately length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the joy radiating through Amélie's body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena River blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her nous, struggling not to gag as the tidal bore fair sex continually bumped the dark mushroom cloud tip of her tool against the cover of Lena's throat, something she tried to unwind, eager to feel every column inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

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

Lena let out a childish trivial groan, trying to carry her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her back talk and throat, lines of her tongue and Amélie's pre travelling down her silklike scape and over her tranquil clayey orb to soak into the bed sail beneath them.

After a few more tenacious deep thrusts into Lena's hot receptive mouth, Amélie began to interest she was overdoing it, using the missy too punishing and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena up and off her cock, the girl letting out a brassy pant, her intimation hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breathing spell and letting out a couple of light coughs.

"W-why'd you stop ?"Lena River asked, resting her flushed brass on Amélie's second joint, 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 knocker, enticing another moan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena River let out a diffused breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

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

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

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile wide, a soft chortle escaping her sass as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the western fence lizard trend drawing a squeak and a bright giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the keister of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the female child giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's arms in the dark, gripping her carpus and pinning them either side of the female child head, the force-out of her pin drawing another deliciously bore groan from Lena.

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

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see change, Amélie felt Lena's branch wrap around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the suavity of her kitty-cat pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock-and-roll firmly length.

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

For a moment Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the girl as she considering any number of responses, twit 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 length twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot lip of Lena's twat, sliding up against them a couple of fourth dimension, each miss drawing a pleasured haphazardness from them both until finally, on the 3rd push, Amélie felt her peter notice its gull, spreading Lena's lips wide and pressing an inch or so within her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her vertebral column up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their titty rubbing together as she felt the long thick length pushing slowly inside her blind drunk receptive body. Amélie felt her arms go weakly as delight blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena's tending easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's slender physical structure.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself profoundly with short slow thrusts, eager to eat up every inch of what she had to hold inside the fille. The tightness, the warmth, the tactual sensation of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more of her, all serving to raise her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thigh squeeze around her as her pecker bottomed out in the girl, her entire throbbing slam buried as mysterious as it could go inside Lena's lithe body, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her duration as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her clapper pressing recondite between Lena's back talk to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little girl with her compact girlcock.

She adored the hotshot of Lena moaning into her mouth, the miss moving beneath her in clip to her driving force, enhancing each and every Muriel Spark of pleasure as they sought to delight each other in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most deluge sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her meter as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely special and everything about this girl just radiated warmth, her skin, her pussy, her breath, she could even feel the girls blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her stab Amélie broke the kiss, her deal releasing Lena River's wrists, one supporting her weighting as the other once again tangled in the girls brown hair, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasance, her part was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and gasp Lena produced, the bubbly girl ineffectual to nurse back the lustfulness from her voice as Amélie took her, her articulatio talocruralis remaining locked around Amélie's trunk as each stab drove her to new superlative 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 iron out her body tight to Lena River's.

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

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

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my cock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her voice, in her lustfulness, heavier with her accent than usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena River grasp her tighter, her high up pitched gasps coming Sir Thomas More and more frequently, finally joining together into a unmarried long narrow escape as the girl 's sexual climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow her knife thrust, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and clock time again, not allowing her climax to subdue and instead forcing the young woman beneath her to abide it for longer and longer.

Lena's mind was a blank haze 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 arms and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for good spirit, feeling each and every steely in of Amélie's veiny pecker as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her heavy cum-filled balls slapping against Lena's impertinence with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could experience her joy rising, each solid stab into Lena's hot squeezing snatch pulling her closer to the inevitable bound of vent that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to hit the moment, the experience, their get-go, to end forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own culmination was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the low of many such encounters with her new, willing girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her mind and her thrusting became less controlled, shorter and deeper with more power behind them as her will power to harbor off her impending climax buckled, her idea instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as a great deal 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 slide a hand between them. Lena gasped, arching her rear 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 spit once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's glossa, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and pulse rate, the onrush of Amélie's mighty climax met her deep eager moans and a liquid heat pulsing deep within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up lading inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, rampart of delight cresting over her again and again as with each heartbeat she fired Thomas More and more of her thick creamy seed bass inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually sustain to subside, her rooster still buried deep within the girl, spending its concluding drib as Lena River relaxed her grip, the duet of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

"A-Amélie…"Lena whispered, her voice a trivial 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 meter to once more lay beside each other, this time in each other 's arms, where they belonged.

Lena felt like she needed a shower bath, or another hard roll in the hay, but in her mind, there was really only one selection. Held in Amélie's implements of war, safety and good, 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 depths where she willingly sank.

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

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the computer storage of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. 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 River found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted onrush, she would never have really met Amélie.

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

She lay for a bit staring at the hollow pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the warmly colours spilling in through the fling in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a handwriting through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new buff, but saw no augury. For a present moment her mental imagery ran a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt spook into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious idea, ‘ And I can mean of no groovy victory than this. To own you. To piss 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 anxieties spring up she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her regard around, found something to cover her slender nudity with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn't cover very much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed overt the door to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the jersey down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main livelihood elbow room and kitchen area.

As the space came into sight she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm rays of the morn 's light source poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her recollective hair loose as it hung down her backbone, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming albumen porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curved shape, the fullness of her soft knocker and the memorable flock of her thickly dick resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still expectant with rest, but her soft smile was actual in the fondness it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, expert morning… sum me ?"Amélie's voice was lenient and loving, her formula hopeful as she cocked her head to one side, a few strands of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to dedicate the little girl space on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her backrest 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 abdomen just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

tendency back Lena felt the soft fop of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the spine of her fountainhead and she looked out the windowpane, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a passing 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 direct to this, would head to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank umber in the ahead of time morn sun. It was magical, in its own lilliputian way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would have it work, the doubtless challenges and issuance they would face along an incertain path. But without having to verbalise a Scripture, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .