Three seconds. Three crucial seconds. It was a endangerment, she knew, to make an entire programme relying on such a small window of fourth dimension, but a lot can materialise in three moment, the magic trick was making them ineluctable, creating a fixed path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made sure as shooting 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 sentence she had planned ahead, really planned ahead.

She knelt perfectly still in the deep night light, a phantasm in the iniquity of the abandoned building that she alone occupied, inconspicuous save for eight dim light which formed the pattern of a spiders 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 have them believe they have the upper handwriting they'll get convinced, perhaps too convinced.

She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the assailable windowpane waiting for the blabbermouth blue run that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin.

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

In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the smallest of smirks despite the surprise, some years it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the location of her feet precise as she pulled the initiation on her gun.

A flash of white from the gag intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its load, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the falsify distinctive ‘ zip'of tracer bullet slipstream mingling in with the female child unceasing giggling.

Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of brief mechanical whirs from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit's twin pulse pistol were superior for this form of shut quarters combat.

"Off in a hurry ?"Came another schoolgirlish 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 command at a distance a particularly vital power site, enough of a aim to guarantee tracer bullet reception when data of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a score of Simon Marks in the rampart where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled crack shot, but in many of their numerous brush they typically each came away unharmed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near insufferable to accurately train their sights on the other.

She just had to keep running, to make it to her object, she'd danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be dissimilar, 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 voice to add a fake sharpness of desperation, she needed tracer to conceive she was winning, after all.

"Oops, nomenclature !"tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a trice of blue as another stream of snap zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her duck and nose dive followed by her tenacious ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an apparent act of despair she aimed her plunder back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the gun trigger and lighting the topographic point up in a hail of fully automatic blind fire, just a small further, she could see the window and the edifice opposite, the ambuscade, 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 inexhaustible ammunition.

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the utmost troll of blast in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the empty rifle respective fourth dimension as if surprised to detect herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The young lady had hardly ever seen the sinister assassin without her treasured artillery and a demilitarise Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the fourth dimension she'd actually win, actually capture her !

Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her side as a spray of Tracer 's heart rate pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eye focusing on a point far above her, her mitt reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her middle fashioning finding her mark a breeze.

Tracer watched as with a salvo 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 misplace the opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world slip around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse side arm 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 grunt as she felt the sudden weighting, slowing her accent and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far construction, shards of glass glistening and reflecting what picket moonlight there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their human foot Widowmaker's idea counted every second with precision, this was the critical stage. She was on her understructure first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and counterweight beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the mental process of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her fundament, refocusing her regard on Widowmaker through the xanthous glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a flicker of steel, a flash lamp.

"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 bureau, pain efflorescence in her like a heyday as she, on arrant instinct alone, recalled.

The pain in the ass vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three second gear ago.

"Ah ! No ! Ahhh !"Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this fourth dimension without Widowmakers legs to grab a detainment of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravitational attraction took its unrelenting cargo hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her endeavour only served to slow her inevitable declination to the ground below.

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

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

The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pinko gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her particle accelerator 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 features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink swarm, unlike from its common purple, but it was, after all, a unparalleled formula, fit for its very unparalleled purpose.

With a dry chortle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her widow Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink heater had drifted away before she allowed herself down the eternal sleep of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a bulwark, breathing heavy and coughing.

"Ahh petite young lady, how does it feel, to finally lose ?"She said in a calm cadence, her false scare gone now, replaced instead by a smug spirit, her usually stoical locution now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

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

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

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

tracer bullet's dreams were less than pleasant, confusion and pain, reverence and terror, all merge in with the unrelenting vision of, bizarrely, a prime slowly losing its petal and wilting away.

A few times she thought she had awoken, but the incubus she awoke to those fourth dimension had been too saturnine to be real. apparent movement, pain, euphony ? Flowers ?

Tracer let out a low moan and felt her organic structure reaching out, her muscles aching and her head word throbbing, though at the very least the painful sensation seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire consistency comfortably spread out over a delicate supportive mattress.

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

"Welcome home base, mon amour."Came a far too familiar voice, the ample French accent soft and unconcerned.

Tracer gasped at the cause of quickly pushing herself into a sitting status, wanting desperately to defend herself, to fly, to oppose, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of weapon system, armour and particle accelerator, to do Sir Thomas More than sit up.

After the brief conflict that left her in an vertical emplacement, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually bright part sounding worn out,"What… What did you do to me ?"

"Nothing I wo n't rue. Tea ?"Came the spokesperson, oddly… Casual.

tracer raised a hand as her nous cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to come up that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the mitt over her centre, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her leg underneath her, a buddy-buddy eiderdown resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

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

"Do not care, that'll notch. I know."

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

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

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

"Why ? ..."

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

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

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

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

"What game ?"

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

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

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

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

Amélie pursed her brim,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your little Quaker swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her eyes around the sparsely grace room. She didn't have much in the way of self-possession, but the ilk of Winston rampaging through here would do her wall, base and ceiling piffling 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 smooth leg for the low clip 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 eyes over at Lena River as she peered back at her over one shoulder joint,"Lay down Lena, and I will explain."

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a bingle tingle run up her sticker and after a moment she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the cover this clock time, one leg crossed over the former 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 brawniness were no recollective under her control.

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

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

"Good, in short, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your psyche is a picayune less your own, and a little more mine, mon amour."

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that same frisson travel down her spine again,"You will never hurt me or aim to dissipate me, you will come plate to me here every night, as my new midget amie, girlfriend. And you will verbalise of this to no one else. Do you understand ? Speak."She commanded.

"Y-yes,"Lena said without thought process 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 little spats I have grown to admire your tenacity and posture, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a second, enjoying the brief wide-eyed consequence of surprise that played across Lena's attractive feature article,"These things would not be lies. But no, why ? Why because you are target. And a plunder. And I can think of no bully victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

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

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

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

Amélie let out a dry lilliputian chuckle and reached out, running her slender finger through Lena River 's short-circuit 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 monastic order for you…"

Lena blinked up uncertainly at Amélie, their eyes locked, their brim mere inches 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 eyes. Lena followed suit, her heart closing too as she felt the odd imperturbability of the adult female 's rim find her own, soft and oddly tentative as they shared their first kiss.

For Amélie, a straight osculation was something slow, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow and building to a crescendo of something infinitely passionate. For Lena however, it was something different and she had no choice but to obey the new imprinted wills of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a diffused little groan as she felt her lips play slow and testingly against the comparatively acute lovingness of Lena River's own, the girl's manus moving to rest on Amélie's waist through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the breaking ball of her own slender body.

Her gentle moan heightened into a cryptic one as she felt Lena's hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dark hair's-breadth as her other hand pressed splayed-out against her rachis. The slender British fille beneath her shifted her weight as suddenly, and genuinely caught off guard, Amélie let out a pant 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 girls hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the carpus, moved to cup the spine of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena River who now lay on top of her, one leg to her side and the other between Amélie's thigh, the girls other hand, which had been on her back, instead came to take a breather on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the seat of her shirt to caress against the soft chill peel of her abdomen.

Lena River's lips found Amélie's again quickly and any illusion of a ho-hum osculation was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena River as the girl's clapper slipped eagerly between the French woman 's mouth, beginning an intense dance of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected daring of the buss Amélie relaxed her hold on Lena's blazon, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their osculate hot and passionate as she felt a passion spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the hopeful sparky Brits girlfriend since perhaps the first clock time she had laid eyes on her, but any fancy she may accept had were naught compared to the experience.

The girl was so like and unlike herself, their figures not unlike, but their outlooks and position so dissimilar. To begin with, tracer sonorousness and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in clock time she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the asperity Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the loss of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her semipermanent lady friend, Emily, she never once lost her grin, her joke, or the frothiness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of warm digit tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awfully lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their lips parted briefly, their breathing spell hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the handwriting caress higher until, at last, under the smooth cloth of her tee shirt the daughter hand closed around and cupped Amélie's wide but meek knocker, squeezing it as they made out, the lady friend knee pressing a petty harder between her thigh, meeting to a greater extent impedance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned Tracer, taming Lena into her own plaything, some matter were still a bit of a mystery to her. In this instance, 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 upright metre for a ‘ tangible osculation'and as Lena River's knee pressed a piffling firmer between Amélie's legs, her hand still massaging her breast, she felt the female child relax her grip and her handgrip, 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 gaze, their faces still so tightlipped together, Lena's expression 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 cap, her dresser rising and falling, a script resting over her own heart.

"Mm… That… That was worth the hold, my little pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breath,"You'll stay here with me today and tonight… Take your metre 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 petty chuckle,"Mm, causa yourself."

Lena kept her top dog turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the room, her pace so tranquillise that Lena was only mindful 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 cerebration vying for mastery throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her mind was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her mentation were her own. She felt all the old persuasion and feelings for Widowmaker, the anger for her crimes, the pathos for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something different.

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

Lena River closed her eye for a instant and exhaled in a long wonky breath, her intellect turning over the retentiveness of the buss, again and again, she had been ordered to do it, forced to, of that she had no question. But ... Had she been ordered to relish it ?

"No…"Lena said softly to herself, interpreter quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thoughts, thought process of Amélie, thoughts for Widowmaker. She squeezed her eyes shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring teras that was the cold-skinned beastly assassin snake, Widowmaker.

Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that creature, she rolled over, arms folded across her stomach as she frowned and contemplated, with a fugitive lapsing in optimism, just how dire her state of affairs was.

Lena blinked, her cloudy construction clearing in an instant, her eyes going encompassing, her rim parting just slightly as she took in the mass before her.

On the bedside mesa in presence of her sat a single cup, the contentedness still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather diminished ceramic detail, clasping it in her hands, the familiar warmth giving her some level of comfort.

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

After a moment she stood and moved to the windowpane, leaning on the sill with her fundament and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie's tee shirt and a pair of quetch black step-in. Curiously she looked over a urban center she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in Anatole France. Part of her wanted to spring from the window, outflow into the city, but every heart ending in her body told her it was an impossible action. She had been ordered to ride out, 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 thought to. When she had been atop of Amélie, her knee pressure between her thighs, 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 coffee berry at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other handwriting lazily flicked a Page on an old Book, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her exhibitioner starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space.

After a while the exhibitioner cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her home, hearing a loo doorway spread out then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her aliveness room kitchen combo.

"How was your shower ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a exclusive brow.

Lena River glanced around briefly before stepping slowly towards her, one arm down by her side, the other gripping its elbow, a tentative look,"Er, it was prissy, cheers."

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

Lena River looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a brace of jeans from Amélie's closet,"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 return as she hunched over,"Are you okay ?"

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

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

"Mm ?"

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

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

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee bean, thinking for a long consequence before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his nap, I think I was, in every way, the devil you think me to be. I felt no self-reproach, no guiltiness. Not even a sense of deprivation. But you know, now, every Christmas I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you require ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a flat tone,"Dieu, severalise me you can cook ?"

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

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

"Ha, cheers love,"Lena said, a petty 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 bravo cooked her a repast, an omelet, which had turned out to be quite delicious.

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

For the most piece, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from thing to thing. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played identity card and whatever else she could find oneself to do. But by the meter evening rolled around and the couplet had shared another delicious meal, this time together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

Amélie stretched her arms out up and above her head, accentuating her slender profile as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her jersey making it conform to her breaking ball, she glanced sidelong at Lena,"Mm, your bed is whichever one I'm in mon cher."

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

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

Lena stayed silent for a recollective import, 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."

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

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

She was left sitting alone for a moment, weighing her option before, with a calorie-free 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 long toned leg on appearance as she reduced her kit once more to the T-shirt and panties.

After a long moment interruption, Lena River nodded her heading towards the visible radiation switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the lights or what have sex ?"

Amélie freely drank in the prospect for a few Thomas More moment before lazily reaching out a hand, a petty pawl preceding the suite plunge into absolute darkness.

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

She listened in secretiveness as clothes hit the trading floor to the slope of the bed and before longsighted she felt the mattress depress to her side slightly, Amélie climbing in alongside her.

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

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

"... Lay on your side of meat, 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 touch, finger running across her broad rose hip, the bridge player moving up to caress and reside on the tranquil peel of her warm stomach.

respiration quite quick she felt the rest beneath her head fop slightly as Amélie's other script slinked beneath it. Lena felt herself begin to calm and slack up as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the bend of Amélie's body find her own, the soft swell of Amélie's breast pressing to her back, the woman 's olfactory organ against the back of Lena's neck, her breath tickling as their wooden leg intertwined, every inch of the chill woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena River's consistency offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep flutter in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the only auditory sensation in the room their piano respiration, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible next to Lena's.

Lena felt… prophylactic. She felt genuinely rubber. In the arms of this realized assassin who had to a greater extent than earned her byname, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her manus towards her stomach, under her own jersey to come to take a breather atop of Amélie's. For a moment cipher, then Amélie splayed her fingerbreadth against the silky tegument of Lena's stomach and in a mutual natural process, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a soft noise as she exhaled, Lena could sense the aristocratic vibration of the hum against her neck.

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

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

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

Lena River felt her ticker beating faster, Amélie's thumb tracing modest forget me drug across her tum as they held helping hand.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

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

"... Okay."

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

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

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

Amélie felt an odd warmth inside her, unlike to before. She felt Lena River's breath against her rim, could experience the girls heartbeat, immediate and excited against her breast. Lena's back talk found Amélie's and they kissed, no rush flush this time, Lena no longer frantic to kiss ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the ascendance she had held before, despite the More reserved, gentle kisses, Amélie felt more active. She moved her hands to Lena River's physical structure, caressing her sleeve and waistline as they kissed.

As sentence melted away Lena River'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 electric as Lena River's mitt caressed up her sides.

After a slow and intimate dancing of tongue between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their noses pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer feel Lena's blink of an eye over the strength of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rarified happening for her.

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

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

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

"More than you could imagine…"Amélie answered, raising her work force till her finger's breadth were laced in Lena's stylish haircloth, pulling her back down into another eager kiss, 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 hands to rest of the girl 's thighs, biting her lip as she pressed her indulgent distance upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena River's thick ass.

Lena felt the bump moving up against her and she giggled a little, pressing her ass downwards into the unfitness,"Not yet make love ..."

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hips made slow roach, gently grinding her duration against the young lady atop of her.

Amélie heard the sound of material hitting the floor beneath her,"Here, this first."Lena whispered softly, taking Amélie's hands and guiding them up her body. She felt Lena River's soft warmly helping hand on her own, the girl 's legato skin gliding under her fingertips as they were led up, no tee shirt to be found.

Amélie felt a spring in desire as Lena let out a delicate, high pitched gasp of pleasance, Amélie's mitt closing around and squeezing Lena's modest breast, lifting them on her chest and pressing them pie-eyed, feeling the missy delicate pinko mamilla, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a dismount footling groan as little sparks of pleasure buzzed across her chest, Amélie's raw frigidity, a side event of her slower heartbeat, sent icy shiver down Lena River's nipples, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her flabby mounds.

inclination forward Lena crowded the space between their bodies to the point where Amélie's hands were forced to retrograde around to gently breathe on her back, but Amélie soon felt the soft intimate warmth of one of the girl 's buoyant breast pressing against her lips and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another cushy groan, her boldness flushed crimson in the iniquity as she felt Amélie's lips close around the house bud of one nipple, the suction and decelerate swirling motion of her knife having more of an outcome on her than she would've cerebration. She hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, like there was a mysterious joining to it, and she knew the expert was still to come.

Amélie let out a flaccid whimper of objection as, after a few long import of letting her play with both the girls tit, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the female child nipple from between her lips with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a squeaker of pleasance from Lena.

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

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

Amélie arched an supercilium as she felt Lena once more pull away from her clasp, her hands moving down across her second joint to come to pillow on the bed sail, Amélie finding herself eager now to live just what Lena had in thinker for them both.

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

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

Lena River ran her hands up Amélie's thighs as she nestled her organic structure down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her black panties, her own peg kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and nerve fluttering in anticipation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the sleeping member through the fabric as her fingers traced up and closed around the soft cool shaft of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a short as the hot fingers closed around her cold member, biting her lip as she felt it nip gently in the girl 's delicate travelling bag, her Scripture coming out a little shaky, her breath noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

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

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

Lena couldn't assistant but to blush crimson in the night, feeling an odd mother wit of control over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a second she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and fights beforehand. An intact chronicle of battle, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the trouncing storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her hand from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her thumbs under the tight elastic band of her boxers to wiggle them down over Amélie's encompassing hip joint. To attend Amélie raised her stooge off the bed, neatly arching her back to set aside them to be pulled down easier, exposing the subdued 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 pass on her entree, her own lieu between Amélie's thighs blocking her from getting them any lower. aegir to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the midst almost spongey softness of Amélie's cock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the soft length she marvelled at its silky suavity, her other hand sliding up Amélie's body to rest on her stomach, More for her own support than anything else, but she soon felt Amélie's hand retrieve her own, digit once more interlacing as Lena River worked her length.

Lena gave a balmy squeeze of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart hammering in her chest she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured pant as Lena, without warning, closed her back talk around the crown of Amélie's peter, drawing it into the intense heat of her sassing where she let her tongue twiddle eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasance engulfed the soft tip of her cock, her mitt squeezing Lena's as the other continued to fascinate at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were slow up and sultry, her sassing travelling up and down the voiced duration as it began to swell, a retard process, but with the al-Qa'ida of her scape held in Lena's fuddled clasp, Amélie knew it wouldn't be long before the female child came boldness to brass with her full size.

Lena gave herself wholly over to the activity of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow to rise in her wet aegir mouth, though she wasn't surprised by its lassitude, likely a side effect of Amélie's slowed center pace she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her back and breathed hard, working her hips up and down in eager petty movement as Lena's hot oral cavity slid up and down her length, drawing forth pleasure and hunger beyond what Amélie could recall ever feeling.

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

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

Lena settled into a steady rhythm, her plush lips gliding up and down the steely length of Amélie's spit-shined pecker, the adult female 's moans mixing in with the lewd wet noises Lena's mouth made as she sucked, rotating her chief this way and that as she bobbed up and down.

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

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the girls head further down onto her rooster, feeling a firmness jut against the sensitive pate of her question, matched by a light ‘ Christoph Willibald von Gluck !'noise from Lena's throat as it pressed against the back of her lip.

Arching her dorsum and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and squeeze at her sang-froid chest she continued to direct Lena River's point up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to lactate at her tough length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's body like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her caput, struggling not to gag as the eager woman continually bumped the night mushroom tip of her shaft against the spinal column of Lena's pharynx, something she tried to relax, eager 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 motility into the gyration of her hips, altering what had started as a slow down intimate blowjob into more of a face-fucking.

Lena let out a childish piddling groan, trying to impart her message of ‘ what do you think I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet dissonance emanating from her sassing and throat, lineage of her spit and Amélie's pre travelling down her glib shaft of light and over her quiet intemperate balls to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few more long deep thrusts into Lena River's hot sensory mouth, Amélie began to worry she was overdoing it, using the girl too tough and pushing her further than she might want. Reluctantly, she pulled Lena River up and off her turncock, the girl letting out a loud gasp, her intimation hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breath and letting out a duad of light coughs.

"W-why'd you discontinue ?"Lena asked, resting her even out brass on Amélie's thigh, kissing her steely wet length as she waited for a response.

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

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

Amélie felt a refreshful surge of luxuria within her at the young lady 's groan, there were more layers to this girl than she had possibly thought.

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then smile spacious, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena's rosehip, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a squeak and a brilliantly giggle from the girl as she suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pair, feeling Amélie now on top shimmying out of her boxers.

Moving her hands up as the girl giggled and settled into the mattress Amélie found Lena's weaponry in the shadow, gripping her wrists and pinning them either side of meat of the female child head, the forcefulness of her pin drawing another deliciously eagre moan from Lena.

Leaning down Amélie kissed up Lena's collarbone, finding her neck and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of honey bites up one side of meat, each one causing another high pitched groan from the daughter beneath her who was clearly in a state of Adam despite the fact that her own needs had so far gone unattended.

Apparently cognisant of this, and eagre to see alteration, Amélie felt Lena's ramification wrap around her waist, mortise joint crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the fluency of her pussy pressing up against the underside of Amélie's careen hard length.

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

For a moment Amélie bit Lena's grim lip, drawing a moan from the girl as she considering any number of reply, taunts or teasing. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the fille lip Amélie urged her rose hip down and inward, her duration twitching and pounding as it pressed against and between the silky hot back talk of Lena River's snatch, sliding up against them a pair of times, each miss drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the thirdly get-up-and-go, Amélie felt her cock retrieve its sucker, spreading Lena's lips spacious and pressing an inch or so interior her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her backbone up so her thorax pressed against Amélie 's, their titty rubbing together as she felt the long thick distance button slowly inside her tight receptive body. Amélie felt her arms go imperfect as pleasance blossomed within her, her hard shaft, still wet from Lena's attending easily sinking into the wet waiting core of Lena River's slender body.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself profoundly with short slow drive, eager to bury every inch of what she had to chip in inside the miss. The tightness, the heat, the feeling of Lena beneath her so desperately trying to get more than of her, all serving to provoke her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena River's thigh squeeze around her as her dick bottomed out in the girl, her entire throbbing scape buried as cryptical as it could go inside Lena's svelte body, the paries of her puss squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

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

In this new osculation, Amélie was instantly the attacker, her tongue pressing deep between Lena's rim to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to move, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the small fille with her thick girlcock.

She adored the whizz of Lena moaning into her lip, the missy moving beneath her in time to her thrust, enhancing each and every spark of joy as they sought to delight each early in unison.

The hotness was, for Amélie, the most overpower champion that mingled with the delight. In all her metre as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely trammel and everything about this girl just radiated fondness, her peel, her slit, her breather, she could even feel the girls blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the kiss, her hands releasing Lena River's radiocarpal joint, one supporting her weight unit as the other once again tangled in the girls 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 whine and pant Lena produced, the bubbly girl unable to withstand back the luxuria from her voice as Amélie took her, her ankles remaining locked around Amélie's body as each poking drove her to new tiptop of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena's hand moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the char was forced to compact her soundbox tight to Lena's.

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

"O-oh fuck ! Amélie ! You're gon na make me cum !"She cried out, breathing hard as her fingernails dug into Amélie's back just hard adequate to make 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 usual, something about either that or the words themselves making Lena grip her tighter, her in high spirits pitched gasps coming More and more frequently, finally joining together into a 1 long close call as the girlfriend 's flood tide struck.

Amélie didn't slow her push, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking daughter time and time again, not allowing her orgasm to subdue and instead forcing the girl beneath her to endure it for farsighted and longer.

Lena's judgment was a clean haze of pure delight and pauperization, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena River whimpered out loudly, her weaponry and legs tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for dear life, feeling each and every steely column inch of Amélie's veiny rooster as it buried itself to the hilt inside her time and time again, her heavy cum-filled egg slapping against Lena's face with each thrust.

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

She wanted to make the import, the experience, their low, to endure forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own climax was fast approaching, but she knew too that this was the first of many such brush with her new, unforced lady friend, with Lena. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thoughts of what could be flooded her head and her thrusts became less controlled, poor and rich with more strength behind them as her possession to adjudge off her impending coming buckled, her thinker instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as lots pure transport from the moment as she possibly could.

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

Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's knife, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the hammer within her twitch and pulsation, the onset of Amélie's powerful climax met her deep tidal bore moan and a liquid state heat pulsing rich within Lena each meter Amélie crested the undulation of joy, spending her repressed loading inside the plucky, lewd Brit.

Her climax seemed to survive forever, wall of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired More and more of her thick creamy seed cryptic inside Lena's hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to subside, her peter still buried deep within the girl, spending its last drops as Lena relaxed her bag, the pair of them breathing firmly, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another severe shag, but in her mind, there was really only one selection. Held in Amélie's arms, rubber and insure, as they both lived in the afterglow of their lustfulness, she felt the blanket of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank.

It was some fourth dimension later when Lena let out a quiet petty whimper and stretched her blazon out above her caput, feeling the affectionateness of the eiderdown enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her thinker began to slowly run away.

She lay, without opening her eyes, as the memory board of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a Son, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it unvoiced to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted plan of attack, she would never have really met Amélie.

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

She lay for a present moment staring at the vacuous pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the ardent colouration spilling in through the wisecrack in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a deal through her hairsbreadth, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a second her imagination ran a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a uncertainty creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘ And I can cerebrate of no not bad triumph than this. To own you. To stool you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last night ? Had this been it all along ? To lure her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

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

Cautiously she pushed open the door to the bedroom and poked her promontory out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her reserve as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the chief living room and kitchen area.

As the distance came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the starting time tender ray of the break of day 's Inner Light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe au naturel human body of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her tenacious pilus loose as it hung down her spinal column, her hand raised, clasped around a steaming T. H. White porcelain cup.

For a consequence Lena River stood in astonishment, drinking in every slender phone line, every enticing curve, the voluminosity of her piano breasts and the memorable flock of her buddy-buddy cock resting against one of her off people of colour second joint. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her scandalmongering eyes half closed, still profound with log Z's, but her soft smiling was true in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, undecomposed morning… join me ?"Amélie's voice was soft and loving, her verbalism wannabee as she cocked her straits to one side of meat, a few chain of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.

Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to give the girl blank on the large-minded sill to descend. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her back was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the woman 's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to remain on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

Leaning back Lena River felt the balmy swell of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed boob press against the spine of her chief and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a everyday sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so retentive alone now in life story, she had never dreamt her architectural plan of kidnap and conditioning would direct to this, would result to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank umber in the too soon morning sun. It was magical, in its own minuscule way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would pass water it exercise, the doubtless challenges and matter they would face along an unsure path. But without having to speak a Holy Scripture, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .