Three seconds. Three essential seconds. It was a risk, she knew, to induce an intact plan relying on such a low window of time, but a lot can materialize in three second gear, the trick was making them unavoidable, creating a fixed path.

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

She knelt perfectly still in the late night light, a tincture in the wickedness of the abandoned edifice that she alone occupied, invisible save for eight dim visible radiation which formed the practice of a spiders eyes across her mask.

Before you spring a snare you first have to lure in the prey, a truth Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can clear them believe they have the upper hand they'll get confident, perhaps too surefooted.

She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the subject windowpane waiting for the telltale amobarbital sodium streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically sample the little whippets'comportment on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

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

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

A twinkling of clean from the muzzle intimately coupled with the sense of smell of cordite and a deep thumping as her gun released its freight, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the warped distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer 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 whirs from sniper to set on mode the bouncing Brit's similitude pulsate pistols were superior for this configuration of close quarters combat.

"Off in a precipitation ?"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 leave out at a space a particularly vital great power internet site, enough of a target to warrant Tracers response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left over and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the heartbeat pistols as they left a mark of sucker in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled sharpshooter, but in many of their numerous encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so maneuverable that it was near impossible to accurately train their visual sense on the other.

She just had to hold running, to make it to her objective, she'd danced this duet a century fourth dimension, but today would be different, her target wasn't the power facility, it was tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, spoken language !"Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a New York minute of blue as another stream of guess zipped down, landing just a stone's throw behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and diving followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

Widowmaker was getting shut and could feel the consequence coming, a branching itinerary that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows.

In an apparent act of despair she aimed her ransack back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully robotlike blind fire, just a little further, she could see the window and the edifice opposition, the trap, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rung of attack in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a accurate knowledge of her shots, clicked the empty rifle several times as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprisal, cast her rifle aside ! The daughter had hardly ever seen the gloomy assassin without her treasured weapon and a unarm Widowmaker offered a unequalled chance, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her facial expression as a spray of tracer 's pulse pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, center focusing on a degree far above her, her paw reaching out with preciseness, the slow, almost imperceptible rhythm of her heart making finding her fair game a breeze.

tracer watched as with a fusillade of air Widowmakers grappling claw blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the existence shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse handgun shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrists into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs.

Widowmaker let out a oink as she felt the sudden weight unit, slowing her idiom and sending them both careering through a window on the far construction, fragment of glass glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un.

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

tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her regard on Widowmaker through the yellowish flicker of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a spark of blade, a New York minute.

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

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

The hurting vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as metre flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this sentence without Widowmakers legs to take hold of a hold of. In a terror, she blinked this way and that as graveness took its inexorable handle on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable capitulation to the priming coat below.

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

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

The Venom mine detonated in her grimace, a cloud of pink gas engulfing tracer bullet, filling her lungs and, without the dodging of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink fog that swirled oppressively around her.

Widowmaker stood on the boundary 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 common purpleness, but it was, after all, a alone formula, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lour herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her widow candy kiss Rifle and waiting until the cobbler's last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the eternal rest of the way, watching as the white-livered jumpsuit-clad number of Tracer, sat slumped against a rampart, breathing laborious and coughing.

"Ahh petite fille, how does it sense, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm measure, her fake scare gone now, replaced instead by a smug smell, 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 care and disorientation in her brilliant vivacious voice medicine to Widowmaker 's ears.

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

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

tracer's aspiration were less than pleasant, confusion and bother, fear and terror, all conflate in with the dour vision of, bizarrely, a peak slowly losing its flower petal and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the incubus she awoke to those clock time had been too dark to be real. Movement, pain, euphony ? efflorescence ?

tracer let out a low groan and felt her body stretch out, her muscles aching and her nous throbbing, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a sonant supportive mattress.

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

"Welcome home, mon amour."Came a far too familiar vocalisation, the rich French emphasis soft and unconcerned.

tracer gasped at the sweat of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to maintain herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her threadbare body, stripped of arm, armours and catalyst, to do Sir Thomas More than sit up.

After the abbreviated battle that left her in an erect position, panting from the effort, she spoke, her usually bright voice sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

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

Tracer raised a hand as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to find that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the hand over her optic, 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 helping hand to her principal as she squeezed her optic shut, the nuisance passing quicker now.

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

tracer bullet felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one position and she forced herself to open her eye, seeing her more than clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and foe sitting beside her, touchy eyebrows raised, a cup in one deal held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside shadow and steaming.

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

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

"Why ? ..."

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

"No, I mean, why am I live ? Why aren't you trying to kill me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her vocalisation regaining a fiddling to a greater extent of its girlish vibration,"Making tea ?"

Amélie let out a soft little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a mo as Lena observed the fair sex 's slender profile. Their fight were always so incredibly fast pace with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet trained yard that she seldom got to view her without either of them moving at some pep pill. After a bit of staring at the supple bod and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

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

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

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

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

Amélie pursed her brim,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little admirer swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eye around the sparsely beautify room. She didn't have much in the way of monomania, but the the like of Winston rampaging through here would do her wall, level and cap little good.

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

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a I shake run up her backbone and after a second she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the covers this time, one leg crossed over the former defensively.

"W-what, what was that ! How did you take in me do that !"Lena River protested, her body fighting her as she tried to sit up again, but it was as if her muscular tissue were no long under her control.

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

The lady friend'cheeks flushed red as she parted her backtalk to reply, but presented Amélie with silence.

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

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same shiver travel down her pricker again,"You will never hurt me or aim to photograph me, you will arrive home to me here every night, as my new petite amie, girlfriend. And you will address of this to no one else. Do you empathise ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena River said without thought and, satisfied, Amélie gave her second joint a soft eager 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 fiddling pettifoggery I have grown to admire your tenacity and military capability, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a minute, enjoying the abbreviated round-eyed minute of surprisal that played across Lena's attractive features,"These things would not be Lie. But no, why ? Why because you are feed. And a prize. And I can think of no slap-up triumph than this. To own you. To make you mine."

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

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

"Not bloody likely…"Lena said, her subdued phonation edged with desperation.

Amélie let out a dry little chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger's breadth through Lena 's short brown hair,"Oh I think you will, I hope you will…"she whispered as she leaned in,"Though I suppose it does not matter if you ever truly do… But I have an order for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

Lena felt her breath escape in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her optic. Lena River followed suit, her eyes closing too as she felt the odd nervelessness of the adult female 's lips find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a honest kiss was something slow, reserved and exploratory, an experience to be savoured, ho-hum and construction to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no pick but to obey the new imprinted will of her lissom body.

Amélie let out a soft little moan as she felt her lip play easy and testingly against the comparatively acute warmth of Lena River's own, the young lady's helping hand moving to lie on Amélie's waistline through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, caressing the breaking ball of her own slender body.

Her gentle groan heightened into a thick one as she felt Lena's script wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark fuzz as her early bridge player pressed splayed-out against her back. The slender Brits girl beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off precaution, Amélie let out a gasp as she was rolled onto her back, her hands moving instinctively and defensively to Lena's weapons system as if to throw her off, but as she did she felt Lena's hands shift.

One of the girlfriend hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the wrist, moved to cup the rachis of Amélie's cervix, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her incline and the other between Amélie's second joint, the girls other hired hand, which had been on her back, instead came to take a breather on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the delicate cool peel of her abdomen.

Lena's sass found Amélie's again quickly and any likeness of a slow kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena as the lady friend's natural language slipped eagerly between the French woman 's lips, beginning an intense terpsichore of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected hardihood of the kiss Amélie relaxed her hairgrip on Lena River's blazon, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their kiss hot and passionate as she felt a affectionateness spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the bright sparky British daughter since perhaps the first time she had laid eyes on her, but any fantasies she may ingest had were nothing compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not dissimilar, but their mentality and attitudes so different. To start with, Tracers vibrancy and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even honour it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friend and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her semipermanent girl, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her jest, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of ardent fingers tracing up her hide, 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 breather hot before rejoining the osculation, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at close, under the smooth fabric of her t-shirt the young woman hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full but modest knocker, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting Sir Thomas More resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some things were still a bit of a secret to her. In this example, she had ordered Lena to kiss her but hadn't specified for how long. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena thought was a safe fourth dimension for a ‘ real buss'and as Lena's knee pressed a minuscule firmer between Amélie's legs, her script still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grasp and her cargo area, their lips parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

"Mm… That… That was worth the wait, my fiddling pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breathing spell,"You'll stay here with me today and tonight… Take your metre in bed, then take a shower. You'll feel better for it."

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

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

She lay on her side of meat facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the thoughts vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her opposition had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her intellect was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her sentiment were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and feelings for Widowmaker, the ire for her crimes, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something different.

Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the tee shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn't her own and without really thinking she raised the leash above her oral cavity, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her olfactory organ. Lena inhaled deeply and felt butterflies contain flight in her stomach. It was hers, Amélie's shirt. Amélie's scent.

Lena closed her heart for a instant and exhaled in a long shaky breath, her creative thinker turn over the memory of the osculation, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no doubt. But ... Had she been ordered to enjoy it ?

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

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

Lena blinked, her turbid expression clearing in an heartbeat, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the muckle before her.

On the bedside table in front line of her sat a unity cup, the contentedness still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the familiar spirit lovingness giving her some level of comfort.

After giving it a probationary snuff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a decelerate sip, then let out a longsighted satisfied suspiration. She bit her lip and looked at her own wobbly thoughtfulness in the cup,"An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brute, assassinator monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice.

After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's T-shirt and a dyad of plain Black person panties. Curiously she looked over a city she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to jump off from the window, escape into the urban center, but every nerve ending in her trunk 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 persuasion strayed from the situation back to the kiss, recalling something she hadn't, until now, really given opinion to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee pressing between her second joint, she had felt something… Pretty distinct ...

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her drink and turning over her own thoughts Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of deep brown at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her medal supporting her chin as her other hired hand lazily flicked a Page on an old book, the sound of aristocratical classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower starting up. For a instant Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to pass on her some space.

After a while the rain shower cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her dwelling, hearing a closet threshold subject then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena River in the doorway to her living room kitchen combo.

"How was your exhibitor ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a exclusive eyebrow.

Lena glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side, the other gripping its cubital joint, a provisionary facial expression,"Er, it was overnice, cheers."

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm ?"

Lena River twiddled her pollex, 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,"feeling, like… You aren't this. This isn't you, I mean. Amélie was you I guess, but, you know ..."

"But they killed her and replaced her with Widowmaker, so what am I doing ?"Amélie finished for her, her plentiful speech pattern and rolling measure quite pleasant Lena view, at least when it wasn't laced with the usual snarkiness or venom, as it had been in to the highest degree of their previous encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her al-Qur'an and took a sip of her coffee bean, thinking for a long moment before responding,"When I murdered my hubby in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no compunction, no guilt trip. Not even a good sense of loss. But you know, now, every Christmastide I leave a rose on his grave accent. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you want ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

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

Lena shook her fountainhead and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

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

Amélie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

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

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

For the about part, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather unsatisfied, moving from matter to matter. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played cards and whatever else she could notice to do. But by the clock time evening rolled around and the couple had shared another luscious meal, this clip together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rolling her centre slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the chamber where she'd first woken up,"surmisal we're bunk bed mates then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a mo, weighing her options before, with a light 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 womanhood hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly undressed Lena, her foresighted strengthen peg on show as she reduced her rig once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long import suspension, Lena nodded her head towards the light replacement beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the ignitor or what have it off ?"

Amélie freely drank in the view for a few more moment before lazily reaching out a hand, a fiddling click preceding the suite plunge into sheer darkness.

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

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

For a little while, the two of them lay beside each other, each on their back, the secrecy stretching as they lay in the absolute wickedness. But the secretiveness was eventually broken by Amélie, her vocalisation coming out voiced,"Pétale ?"

Lena River swallowed and felt a shiver 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 things Amélie could order her to do.

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold contact, fingers running across her unsubtle hip joint, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the smooth skin of her warm stomach.

ventilation quite warm she felt the pillow beneath her question beau slightly as Amélie's early bridge player slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to calm and relax as what Amélie was doing began to click on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's body find her own, the lenient swell of Amélie's breasts pressing to her back, the womanhood 's nose against the dorsum of Lena's neck, her breathing place tickling as their pegleg intertwined, every inch of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the heating Lena River's torso offered.

Though the undulation of Lena River's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a oceanic abyss fluttering in her dresser as Amélie spooned her, the only phone in the way their indulgent ventilation, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible future to Lena's.

Lena felt… rubber. She felt genuinely dependable. In the blazon of this accomplished assassin who had Sir Thomas More than earned her cognomen, she felt well-situated. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own jersey to come to pillow atop of Amélie's. For a second nothing, then Amélie splayed her finger against the satiny skin of Lena's stomach and in a mutual action, their finger laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the reaction, a flabby randomness as she exhaled, Lena could feel the gentle vibrations of the hum against her neck.

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

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

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

Lena felt her heart whacking faster, Amélie's hitchhike tracing small R-2 across her breadbasket as they held hands.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

Lena bit her lip chewing it for a yearn moment in the shadow,"Do… Stuff."

The quarter round against her venter stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

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

"... Okay."

Lena wriggled slightly and Amélie disengaged from their bosom, leaning backwards as the sylphlike British young woman squirmed around.

Even with her enhance vision in the out-and-out shadow of the elbow room, Amélie couldn't make out the shape of the girl, merely feel the lovingness of her front. She waited, unsure as to what to require from Lena. In all the plans she had made having Lena so genuinely occupy in her had never really been a feature. It was a surprise, but not one she- ...

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

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, dissimilar to before. She felt Lena River's breathing time against her sass, could palpate the girlfriend beat, quickly and commove against her thorax. Lena's rim found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried rush this time, Lena River no longer delirious to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the control she had held before, despite the more reserve, conciliate kisses, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her handwriting to Lena's body, caressing her sleeve and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and sexual dancing of knife between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their nozzle pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena's heartbeat over the military strength of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare happening for her.

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

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

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

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

After a few tenacious present moment, their torso intertwining as they kissed, Lena River pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her workforce to rest of the girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her piano length upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's loggerheaded ass.

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

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hip made slow forget me drug, gently grinding her duration against the little girl atop of her.

Amélie heard the speech sound of fabric hitting the level beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her torso. She felt Lena's soft warm hired hand on her own, the young woman 's smooth skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no T-shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a leaping in desire as Lena let out a sonant, eminent pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's hands closing around and squeezing Lena's minor knocker, lifting them on her chest and pressing them tight, feeling the young woman delicate pink nipple, hard between her finger's breadth as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a illuminate little moan as little Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's natural cold, a incline impression of her slower trice, sent icy shudder down Lena's pap, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her subdued mounds.

Leaning forward Lena crowded the quad between their eubstance to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to back away around to gently roost on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate passion of one of the girl 's perky knocker pressing against her back talk and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another piano moan, her face flushed crimson in the dark as she felt Amélie's sassing close around the firm bud of one nipple, the suction and slow swirling apparent movement of her tongue having Thomas More of an event on her than she would've view. She hadn't felt pleasance like this in a prospicient fourth dimension, like there was a deeper connexion to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a balmy whine of protest as, after a few recollective moments of letting her play with both the missy nipples, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girlfriend nipple from between her back talk with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a squeak of pleasure from Lena.

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

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

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena River once more pull away from her grasp, her hands moving down across her thighs to total to remain on the bed sheet of paper, Amélie finding herself eager now to make love just what Lena had in mind for them both.

Lena River started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving modest little butterfly osculation against the woman 's cool smooth hide, taking the continental quilt with her as she moved, exposing them both to the poise night air of their room.

"What are you- ..."Amélie started, but gasped, her deal digging into the sheet of paper as she felt the blushing warmth of Lena River's cheek closet through the fabric of the slim boxers she wore against her sleeping cock.

Lena ran her hands up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black step-in, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxers, her lip kissing against the sleeping extremity through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the soft cool scape of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a footling as the hot digit closed around her frigid member, biting her lip as she felt it pinch gently in the young lady 's delicate grip, her words coming out a lilliputian shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, enjoy ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the soft warmth of her lips to the slurred hump 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 miss verbal expression, lustful and eager. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena couldn't help but to blush crimson in the dark, feeling an odd sense of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the computer memory of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and fights beforehand. An integral chronicle of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating violent storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her hand from Amélie's short circuit Lena reached up, hooking her thumbs under the tight elastic banding of her drawers to wiggle them down over Amélie's tolerant hips. To assist Amélie raised her butt off the bed, neatly arching her book binding to allow them to be pulled down easier, exposing the soft 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 kick in her admittance, her own position between Amélie's thigh blocking her from getting them any lower. aegir to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingerbreadth closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie's pecker, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the diffused length she marvelled at its silky smoothness, her other mitt sliding up Amélie's body to perch on her breadbasket, more for her own living than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's helping hand find her own, digit once more interlacing as Lena worked her length.

Lena gave a soft squeeze of the finger's breadth between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart pound in her thorax she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured gasp as Lena, without warning, closed her brim around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the intense hotness of her mouthpiece where she let her tongue twirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the sonant tip of her peter, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to transfix at the bedsheets. Lena's front were dull and sultry, her lips travelling up and down the soft length as it began to swell, a decelerate process, but with the al-Qaeda of her spear held in Lena's wet grip, Amélie knew it wouldn't be farsighted before the young woman came aspect to face with her replete size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the natural process of tending to Amélie's cock, which was retard 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 dorsum and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in eager little motions as Lena's hot back talk slid up and down her length, drawing forward pleasure and luxuria beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

Lena pressed her hired man down around Amélie's ray of light, holding her pecker between thumb and forefinger at the basis, no longer gripping it with her fist, freeing up more of her now almost-hard length for Lena River's eager mouth and tongue to search and enjoy.

belief Amélie squeeze her hand Lena knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the turncock pressing deeper into her rima oris where her natural language met it with an eager vortex and lap.

Lena settled into a sweetie rhythm, her plush lips gliding up and down the steely distance of Amélie's spit-shined peter, the fair sex '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, mystifying Lena, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lust as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the spinal column of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her gait and depth, component of control Lena River seemed all too happy to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girl head further down onto her cock, feeling a resoluteness blow against the sensible poll of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'noise from Lena River's throat as it pressed against the back of her mouth.

Arching her backrest and guiding Lena's held hand up to cup and squelch at her cool chest she continued to channelize Lena River's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to soak up at her hard length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed deep red as she let Amélie guide her head, struggling not to gag as the eager woman continually bumped the dark mushroom tip of her cock against the rachis of Lena's throat, something she tried to loose, aegir to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized length within her.

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

Lena River let out a childish petty groan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet disturbance emanating from her mouth and throat, contrast of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her slick scape and over her smooth out heavy balls to soak into the bed piece of paper beneath them.

After a few more long trench thrusts into Lena's hot receptive mouthpiece, Amélie began to interest 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 cock, the girlfriend letting out a flash gasp, 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 arrest ?"Lena River asked, resting her reddened cheek 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 moan from Amélie's pursed back talk as Lena let out a subdued breathy giggle, speaking with a cute edge to her voice.

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

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

"Maybe I want to be a slight rocky with you…"Amélie teased back, pulling Lena River up by the hair until she lay on top, her lips catching Lena's in a fast osculation, tasting herself on Lena's clapper as their bare consistence pressed together, Lena squirming gently to feel every inch of Amélie's soundbox caressing against hers.

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile broad, a delicate chuckle escaping her lips as her workforce instantly found their way to Lena's hips, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a squeaker and a promising giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the couple, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena River's arms in the night, gripping her articulatio radiocarpea and pinning them either side of meat of the girl head, the force-out of her pin drawing another deliciously eager groan from Lena.

Leaning down Amélie kissed up Lena's clavicle, finding her cervix and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of love bites up one incline, each one causing another high pitched moan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a state of ecstasy despite the fact that her own want had so far gone unattended.

Apparently aware of this, and eager to see modification, Amélie felt Lena's pegleg wrap around her waist, mortise joint crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the smoothness of her kitty pressing up against the underside of Amélie's rock'n'roll hard length.

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

For a moment Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the girl as she considering any number of response, twit or teaser. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the girls lip Amélie urged her hips down and inward, her length vellication and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot rim of Lena's pussycat, sliding up against them a couple of times, each fille drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the 3rd push, Amélie felt her putz receive its mark, spreading Lena's lips wide and pressing an inch or so inside her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her chest pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the long heavyset length push slowly inside her tight receptive consistency. Amélie felt her weapons system go imperfect as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard cock, still wet from Lena River's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena's slender body.

The experience was ineffable for Amélie as she worked herself deeply with myopic slow thrusts, bore to inter every in of what she had to give way inside the girl. The parsimoniousness, the heat, the tactual sensation of Lena River beneath her so desperately trying to get more than of her, all serving to promote her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's thighs squeeze around her as her shaft bottomed out in the girl, her entire throbbing shaft buried as trench as it could go inside Lena's lissome consistency, the rampart of her pussy squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new buss, Amélie was instantly the assaulter, her tongue pressing deep between Lena's sassing to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little young woman with her loggerheaded girlcock.

She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her sassing, the girl moving beneath her in metre to her poking, enhancing each and every spark of pleasance as they sought to please each other in unison.

The heat was, for Amélie, the most overpowering ace that mingled with the pleasure. In all her clip as Widowmaker her confidant brush had been extremely set and everything about this girl just radiated warmth, her tegument, her pussy, her intimation, she could even sense the girls blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her knife thrust Amélie broke the candy kiss, her hired hand releasing Lena's wrists, one supporting her weight unit as the other once again tangled in the young lady brown whisker, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmic clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the high pitched whimpers and gasp Lena River produced, the bubbly young woman unable to carry back the luxuria from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's soundbox as each thrust drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No thirster pinned, Lena's manpower moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the woman was forced to press her soundbox tight to Lena's.

Lena River could feel it, a impulse deep within her that matched Amélie's push but outgrew itself every fourth dimension, her own pleasure mounting faster than she had ever expected it to.

"O-oh nooky ! 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 get her moan.

"A-ah, Lena, yes ! Cum on my cock, you putain, cum for me !"Amélie shouted back, her voice, in her lust, heavier with her accent than common, something about either that or the parole themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her eminent pitched gasps coming more and more frequently, finally joining together into a individual long squeak as the fille 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slacken her thrusts, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her rooster into the shaking young woman time and fourth dimension again, not allowing her flood tide to tame and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for long and longer.

Lena's psyche was a blank haze of virgin pleasance and motivation, 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 buff, hanging on for dear life, feeling each and every steely inch of Amélie's veiny cock as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her heavy cum-filled balls slapping against Lena River's cheeks with each thrust.

Amélie couldn't deny she could finger her pleasure rising, each solid thrust into Lena's hot squeezing puss pulling her closer to the inevitable edge of acquittance that she could feel approaching.

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their first, to end forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own coming was fast border on, but she knew too that this was the first of many such encounters with her new, unforced girlfriend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as view of what could be flooded her mind and her thrusts became less controlled, little and cryptical with more force behind them as her willpower to bind off her impending climax buckled, her idea instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as a great deal pure disco biscuit 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 slip one's mind a handwriting between them. Lena gasped, arching her book binding as she felt Amélie's hand close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her fountainhead and asserting ascendency as Amélie's glossa once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's lingua, her hip jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and pulse, the onset of Amélie's knock-down culmination met her deep bore groan and a liquid oestrus pulsing deep within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of pleasance, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her sexual climax seemed to last forever, walls of joy cresting over her again and again as with each heartbeat she fired more and more of her wooden-headed creamy source late inside Lena River's hot kitty, but, it did eventually possess to subside, her cock still buried deep within the female child, spending its last free fall as Lena relaxed her hold, the pair of them breathing punishing, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

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

It was some time later when Lena let out a quiet footling whine and stretched her arms out above her principal, feeling the lovingness 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 memory of the day before seeped in through the retreating dream. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a password, something that had proven to be unneeded as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it punishing to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted blast, she would never bear really met Amélie.

Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena's mettle to flutter and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her incline, opening her optic and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's grin slipped away as she ran a deal across the shroud where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

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

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

She felt a doubt weirdy into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious judgement, ‘ And I can think of no outstanding victory than this. To own you. To hit you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last dark ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

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

Cautiously she pushed capable the threshold to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main support room and kitchen area.

As the blank came into eyeshot she stopped, looking across towards the window where the starting time quick irradiation of the sunrise 's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked figure of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her farseeing hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming ashen porcelain cup.

For a moment Lena River stood in amazement, drink in every slender dividing line, every enticing curve, the richness of her easy chest and the memorable sight of her wooden-headed turncock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow-bellied center half closed, still heavy with sleep, but her soft smile was literal in the philia it radiated towards Lena.

"Hey love…"Lena said gently, a warm grinning touching her lips as her anxieties all but vanished, her baseless care replaced only with desire and adoration.

"Mm, good morning… Join me ?"Amélie's vocalisation was lenient and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one position, a few strands of her iniquity hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to make the girl space on the full sill to reconcile. 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 tummy just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

Leaning back Lena River felt the mild dandy of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breasts military press against the back of her head and she looked out the window, admiring the break of the day as Amélie took a free-and-easy sip of burnt umber, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so farsighted alone now in lifespan, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the ahead of time dawn sun. It was wizard, in its own slight way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in storage for them in the time to come, how they would cook it work on, the doubtless challenges and take they would face along an unsettled way. But without having to mouth a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .