Three seconds. Three important moment. It was a risk, she knew, to have an stallion programme relying on such a diminished windowpane of fourth dimension, but a lot can bechance in three seconds, the prank was making them unavoidable, creating a fixed path.

She would be here soon, Widowmaker had made trusted 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 fourth dimension she had planned ahead, really planned ahead.

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

Before you spring a trap you first have to lure in the quarry, a trueness Widowmaker knew all too well. And, while drawing them in, if you can wee them believe they have the upper helping hand they'll get convinced, perhaps too confident.

She scanned through the versatile still images on her peak as she peered out of the open windowpane waiting for the telltale blueing run that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically try out the piffling whippets'presence on the air. She was close, very close, the biz was about to begin.

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

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

A flash of white from the gag intimately coupled with the smelling of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the distort distinctive ‘ zip'of Tracers slipstream mingling in with the young woman 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 series of brief mechanically skillful whirr from sniper to assault mode the bouncy Brit's twin pulse pistols were Superior for this form of close quarters combat.

"Off in a hastiness ?"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 overtop at a distance a particularly life-sustaining power website, enough of a target to guarantee Tracers reply when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘ leaked ’.

A zip to her forget and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a grade of Gospel According to Mark in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled crack shot, but in many of their numerous confrontation they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near unacceptable to accurately train their sights on the other.

She just had to keep running, to make it to her object lens, she'd danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be different, her aim wasn't the major power facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that.

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

"Oops, language !"tracer bullet giggled, the hall lighting up in a flash of puritanical as another watercourse of guess zipped down, landing just a footfall behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her farseeing ponytail, trailing her like a streamer.

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

In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the induction and lighting the plaza up in a hail of fully automatic pistol blind fire, just a fiddling encourage, she could see the window and the building inverse, the maw, laid and waiting.

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

Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last round of drinks of fervency in her clipping, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise cognition of her shots, clicked the empty rifle several multiplication as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside ! The fille had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her appreciate artillery and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique probability, maybe this was the time she'd actually win, actually capture her !

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

tracer bullet watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook shot 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 shift around her as she appeared out over the bowling alley, her heartbeat side arm shifting back with a practiced picture show 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 weightiness, slowing her speech pattern and sending them both careering through a windowpane on the far building, sherd of glass glistening and reflecting what pale Moon there was. Un.

As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker's mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her groundwork first, her history as a danseuse giving her poise and counterbalance beyond that of tracer bullet when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux.

Tracer looked over as she came to her ft, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a ostentation.

"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 pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as fourth dimension flowed differently for her, sending her soundbox 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 clock time without Widowmakers ramification to grab a wait of. In a terror, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting clench on her, trying to catch any sill or handhold on the opposing building, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable drop to the ground below.

"Ugh !"She gasped, hitting the grimy base of the skittle alley with a heavy thumping 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 focalize on a short spectacular distributor point of red flashing light.

The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pinko 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 cloud, dissimilar from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit for its very unique purpose.

With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no bang as she stopped off to compile her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the lastly of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad human body of tracer, sat slumped against a rampart, breathing heavy and coughing.

"Ahh petite young woman, how does it feel, to finally turn a loss ?"She said in a becalm measure, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug looking at, her usually stoical expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features.

"W-what did you do to me !"tracer bullet coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice euphony to Widowmaker 's spike.

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 provoke the little girl 's chin even as she winced, forcing her to see into Widowmakers abnormal yellow eyes,"Now sleep, affair 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 dream were lupus erythematosus than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and affright, all commix in with the persistent visual sense of, bizarrely, a efflorescence slowly losing its petals and wilting away.

A few clock time she thought she had awoken, but the incubus she awoke to those clock time had been too wickedness to be real. Movement, painfulness, music ? prime ?

tracer bullet let out a low moan and felt her physical structure reach out, her muscle aching and her straits throbbing, though at the very to the lowest degree the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her intact body comfortably spread out over a diffuse supportive mattress.

"I-I'm alive…"she whispered to herself amazed to let woken up at all,"Where… Where am I… Who 's there ? ..."she asked, her center opening to narrow slits, the smart twinkle of the elbow room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever oceanic abyss sleep she had been in, seeing the vague synopsis of a person.

"Welcome domicile, mon amour."Came a far too conversant voice, the rich Daniel Chester French accent sonant and unconcerned.

tracer bullet gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting spatial relation, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight back, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped of weapon system, armours and particle accelerator, to do more than sit up.

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

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

tracer bullet raised a hand as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to see that she wasn't restrained in any way. She held the helping hand over her eyes, trying to rub the quietus from them as she crossed her wooden leg underneath her, a buddy-buddy duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body.

"What're… Ah… My head…"Tracer whimpered, raising both her hands to her school principal as she squeezed her eyes shut, the pain in the neck passing quicker now.

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

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

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

"No, I mean, why am I animated ? Why aren't you trying to toss off me ? Why are you…"Lena glanced down at the cup, her interpreter regaining a small More of its girlish vibe,"Making tea ?"

Amélie let out a soft little suspire and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena observed the char 's slender profile. Their combat were always so incredibly fast paced with her chronal gas pedal and Widowmakers ballet trained pace that she seldom got to look at her without either of them moving at some stop number. After a import of staring at the svelte public figure and before Amélie replied, Lena River looked away, an almost unperceivable hue colouring her cheeks.

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

"What game ?"

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

"Not for a lack of trying, have a go at it,"Lena said, matter of factly.

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

Lena felt the rosiness touch her cheeks a little warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short iniquity hair, messing it back up into its rightful spot,"Are you going to let me leave ?"

Amélie pursed her mouth,"Mm, technically."

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

"I don't want all of your petty friends swooping in to rescue you and wrecking my home."Amélie glanced her middle around the sparsely decorated elbow room. She didn't have much in the way of possessions, but the the likes of of Winston rampaging through here would do her wall, floors and ceilings fiddling 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 ramification for the initiatory sentence and noticing the jersey she herself was wearing,"Hey ! You undressed me !"

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

Lena eyed her stubbornly.

"Lay down, pétale."

Lena felt a one shiver run up her spine and after a minute she scooched downwards, laying back down on the bed, albeit on top of the cover this prison term, one leg crossed over the former defensively.

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

"Shh pétale, let me excuse,"Amélie said with a flaccid smugness, her hand, unnaturally cool to the touch, coming to lie on Lena's supple pale thigh.

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

"goodness, in short, I used some of the… Methods… That were employed on me when Amélie first became the Widowmaker. Your mind is a footling less your own, and a little Sir Thomas More mine, mon amour."

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

"Now, pétale,"Lena felt that Lapplander frisson travel down her sticker again,"You will never hurt me or aim to shoot me, you will fare home to me here every night, as my new bantam amie, girlfriend. And you will speak of this to no one else. Do you sympathize ? Speak."She commanded.

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

"Any interrogation, mon amour ?"

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

"Mm… My little Lena, I could say that it is because in our many little spat I have grown to admire your perseverance and strength, or perhaps even because I lust for you…"Amélie hesitated for a here and now, enjoying the brief wide-eyed moment of surprise that played across Lena's attractive feature of speech,"These thing would not be Trygve Lie. But no, why ? Why because you are prey. And a trophy. And I can think of no big victory than this. To own you. To make you mine."

Lena looked down slightly, uncertainty and fright once again in her chest, the deficiency of control 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 crashing likely…"Lena said, her soft voice edged with desperation.

Amélie let out a dry niggling 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 count if you ever truly do… But I have an decree for you…"

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

"Kiss me. Like you mean it, pétale."

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

For Amélie, a true buss was something dull, reserved and explorative, an experience to be savoured, slow up 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 impress wills of her lithe body.

Amélie let out a indulgent little moan as she felt her lips play dense and testingly against the relatively intense warmheartedness of Lena River's own, the girl's hired hand moving to breathe on Amélie's waistline through the thin cloth of her T-shirt, caressing the bender of her own slender body.

Her gentle groan heightened into a rich one as she felt Lena River's hand wrap around her ponytail, lightly gripping her dismal hair as her other hired hand pressed splayed-out against her binding. The slender British people young lady beneath her shifted her weighting 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 sleeve as if to have her off, but as she did she felt Lena's manpower shift.

One of the little girl hands, with her ponytail wrapped around the carpus, moved to cup the backbone of Amélie's neck, raising her head up slightly towards Lena who now lay on top of her, one leg to her slope and the other between Amélie's thigh, the young woman other bridge player, which had been on her back, instead came to rest on Amélie's stomach, Lena's fingertips inching up under the bottom of her shirt to caress against the soft cool skin of her abdomen.

Lena River's brim found Amélie's again quickly and any semblance of a dumb kiss was lost and forgotten, Amélie arched her back up against Lena River as the girl's tongue slipped eagerly between the French woman 's mouth, beginning an intense dance of lust and desire.

Despite the unexpected boldness of the candy kiss Amélie relaxed her grip on Lena River's arm, holding her gently as she responded in kind. Their buss hot and passionate as she felt a heat spread through her. Amélie had lusted for the shining sparky British fille since perhaps the first time she had laid middle on her, but any fantasies she may have had were zilch compared to the experience.

The girl was so the likes of and unlike herself, their digit not different, but their outlooks and attitudes so different. To get down with, Tracers resonance and happy-go-lucky nature had irritated her, but in prison term she had grown to, in a way, admire and even respect it. Despite the hardships Lena had faced, the disbanding of Overwatch, the expiration of friends and, Amélie knew more recently, a breakup with her long-term girlfriend, Emily, she never once lost her smile, her gag, or the bubbliness that made her stand out.

Amélie's thoughts were disrupted by the sensation of warm fingers tracing up her skin, it seemed to Lena River, to kiss like she meant it, meant an awful lot of physicality that Amélie hadn't expected. As their back talk parted briefly, their breathing time hot before rejoining the kiss, Amélie felt the hand caress higher until, at last, under the smooth textile of her t-shirt the young lady hand closed around and cupped Amélie's full but pocket-sized breast, squeezing it as they made out, the girls knee pressing a little harder between her thighs, meeting more electric resistance than she had perhaps expected.

Though Amélie had conditioned tracer bullet, taming Lena River into her own toy, some things were still a bit of a whodunit to her. In this illustration, she had ordered Lena River to osculate her but hadn't specified for how farsighted. She thought perhaps it would be based on what Lena River thought was a soundly metre for a ‘ very kiss'and as Lena River's knee pressed a little firmer between Amélie's branch, her hired man still massaging her breast, she felt the girl relax her grip and her cargo area, their lip parting as Lena leaned up slightly, perhaps confirming Amélie's theory.

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

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

"Mm… That… That was worth the wait, my piffling pétale…"Amélie breathed softly, feeling oddly out of breather,"You'll stop 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 River's cheek, but Lena turned her head away, all quips and comment gone as she stared off at nothing. Amélie let out a dry niggling chuckle,"Mm, suit yourself."

Lena River kept her question turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step 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 slope facing away from where Amélie, Widowmaker had been, wrestling with the intellection vying for control throughout her. Widowmaker, her enemy had defeated her, outsmarted her and taken something away from her she'd never even considered she could lose. While she knew her judgement was not all her own anymore, somehow, she still knew that her thoughts were her own. She felt all the old thoughts and impression for Widowmaker, the anger for her criminal offense, the pity for what had been done to her, but now they mingled with something different.

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

Lena River closed her middle for a moment and exhaled in a hanker shivering breathing place, her mind turning over the memory of the kiss, 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, voice quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thoughts, cerebration of Amélie, cerebration for Widowmaker. She squeezed her centre shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring freak that was the cold-skinned brutal bravo snake, Widowmaker.

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

Lena blinked, her turbid expression clarification in an split second, her centre going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the flock before her.

On the bedside table in front of her sat a one cup, the contents still steaming, waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic detail, clasping it in her hands, the conversant warmth giving her some spirit level of comfort.

After giving it a tentative snuff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long satisfied suspiration. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup,"An unfeeling, unaffectionate, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea ..."She said gently, her own uncertainty percipient 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 duad of plain bootleg scanty. Curiously she looked over a metropolis she didn't recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in French Republic. voice of her wanted to leap from the window, dodging into the city, but every nerve ending in her eubstance told her it was an impossibleness. She had been ordered to appease, and quell she would.

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

While Lena stood, resting on the sill, sipping her swallow and turn over her own view Amélie was sat at a breakfast bar, a cup of coffee at her cubital joint which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old account book, the strait of easy classical medicine being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her cascade starting up. For a moment Amélie glanced up and considered joining her new toy, but opted instead to give her some space.

After a while the shower down cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena motility around her home, hearing a closet threshold undetermined then, shortly after, close again. It wasn't long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena River in the threshold to her sustenance room kitchen combo.

"How was your shower ?"Amélie asked gently, raising a single supercilium.

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

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

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

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

She knew as soon as she had said it that it had been a pudden-head question, but Lena had seemed at least open to conversation and she hadn't wanted a silence to build between them. The backbreaking gaze Lena 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 oral presentation,"A got a question."She glanced up to Amélie, expecting a response, but she was merely greeted with a single arched brow,"flavour, 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 emphasis 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 late encounters.

Lena nodded.

Amélie closed her Christian Bible and took a sip of her chocolate, thinking for a retentive bit before responding,"When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. I felt no remorse, no guilt. Not even a sensory faculty of loss. But you know, now, every Christmas I leave a rose on his grave. I don't know what I feel when I visit. But I know I do feel."

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

"What do you desire ?"Amélie countered.

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

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

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

Amélie gave her a flat looking at,"Dieu, tell me you can prepare ?"

Lena shook her head and maintained Amélie's gaze.

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

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

Amélie rolled her eyes but opened the fridge.

It was surreal, Lena River thought, to be sat there, watching as the purple-skinned assassinator cooked her a repast, 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 nil of import, favouring music, the weather, and anything else that meant nothing. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the bearing of each other in this new non-hostile surround.

For the most percentage, Amélie read and relaxed, while Lena proved to be rather restless, moving from matter to matter. She worked out, sat around, watched TV, played cards and whatever else she could rule to do. But by the time evening rolled around and the pair had shared another luscious repast, this meter together, Lena had stood letting out a childishly theatrical yawn.

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

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

Lena looked a small uncertain, but by no mean value surprised,"You want me to log Z's with you ?"

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

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

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

wheeling her middle slightly Lena turned, padding lazily and barefoot towards the bedchamber where she'd first woken up,"surmise we're meaninglessness mates then."

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

She was left sitting alone for a moment, weighing her options before, with a light suspiration 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 char hesitating in the doorway, leaning on it as she observed the partly unclad Lena, her long modulate stage on show as she reduced her rig once more to the tee shirt and panties.

After a long instant intermission, Lena River nodded her head towards the light switch beside Amélie,"You gon na hit the Inner Light or what love ?"

Amélie freely drank in the vista for a few Thomas More seconds before lazily reaching out a hand, a little click 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 blanket, the absolute darkness was in some way liberating, she relaxed back into the warmheartedness of the bed and let out a loud long sigh, as if releasing a lot of pent-up focus, laying on her back as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

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

For a little while, the two of them lay beside each early, each on their back, the silence stretching as they lay in the absolute dark. But the quiet was eventually broken by Amélie, her voice coming out soft,"Pétale ?"

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

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

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

Instinctively she tensed as she felt a cold touch, fingerbreadth running across her large-minded hips, the hand moving up to caress and rest on the suave skin of her strong stomach.

Breathing quite quick she felt the pillow beneath her header crestless wave slightly as Amélie's other hand slinked beneath it. Lena River felt herself start to cool off and unwind as what Amélie was doing began to dawn on her.

She felt the curves of Amélie's organic structure chance her own, the soft dude of Amélie's breast pressing to her book binding, the woman 's nose against the back of Lena's cervix, her breath tickling as their legs intertwined, every inch of the cool woman seemingly seeking out the heat Lena River's body offered.

Though the wave of Lena's anxiety had ebbed away, she felt a deep fluttering in her chest as Amélie spooned her, the simply sound in the elbow room their easy breathing, though Amélie's was almost imperceptible next to Lena's.

Lena River felt… rubber. She felt genuinely dependable. In the arms of this accomplished bravo who had more than earned her moniker, she felt comfortable. Had she enjoyed her day ? Was she enjoying this now ?

Tentatively she moved her hand towards her stomach, under her own T-shirt to come to rest atop of Amélie's. For a mo nothing, then Amélie splayed her digit against the sleek pelt of Lena's stomach and in a mutual action mechanism, their fingers laced together.

Lena squeezed gently.

Amélie squeezed back.

"A-Amélie ?"Lena whispered softly.

"Mm ? …"Came the response, a soft randomness as she exhaled, Lena could find the gentle vibe 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 bit. She could, she knew, make up Lena do anything she wanted her to do. And it was no lie that she felt a inscrutable hungering for the slender girl, a lusting for her.

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

Lena River felt her heart thrashing faster, Amélie's ovolo tracing pocket-size circles across her belly as they held handwriting.

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

"Wanted to what ?"

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

The thumb against her stomach stopped moving.

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

"... What I wanted to ?"

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

"... Okay."

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

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

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

Amélie felt an odd affectionateness inside her, different to before. She felt Lena's breather against her mouth, could feel the girls New York minute, immediate and stir against her chest. Lena's lips found Amélie's and they kissed, no hurried boot this time, Lena no longer frantic to snog ‘ like she meant it ’, but slow and exploratory, as Amélie had first hoped.

Without the dominance she had held before, despite the More reserved, gentle buss, Amélie felt more alive. She moved her hands to Lena's soundbox, caressing her arms and waist as they kissed.

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

After a slow and inner dance of lingua between them, Lena broke the kiss, panting softly and resting her forehead lightly against Amélie's, their nose pressed gently to each others. Amélie swallowed gently and, to her surprise, could no longer sense Lena's heartbeat over the posture of her own, hammering away in her chest, a rare happening for her.

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

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

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

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

After a few long moments, their physical structure intertwining as they kissed, Lena pulled back, sitting up and straddling Amélie, who moved her hands to stay of the girl 's thigh, biting her lip as she pressed her soft length upwards a little, enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against Lena's dense ass.

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

"Non ?"Amélie countered, chewing her lip as her hip made obtuse rope, gently grinding her length against the girl atop of her.

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

Amélie felt a bound in desire as Lena let out a sonant, high-pitched pitched pant of pleasure, Amélie's bridge player closing around and squeezing Lena's minor tit, lifting them on her breast and pressing them squiffy, feeling the girlfriend delicate pink nipples, hard between her fingers as she squeezed them together.

Lena let out a light-headed little moan as minuscule Muriel Spark of pleasure buzzed across her thorax, Amélie's natural iciness, a side upshot of her slower heartbeat, sent icy shivers down Lena's nipples, enhancing her pleasure as Amélie freely played with her flaccid mounds.

leaning forward Lena crowded the blank between their body to the compass point where Amélie's deal were forced to retire around to gently catch one's breath on her back, but Amélie soon felt the balmy confidant warmness of one of the young lady 's perky breast pressing against her sass and nose.

Biting her lip Lena let out another soft moan, her cheeks flushed crimson in the darkness as she felt Amélie's lip close around the firm bud of one mammilla, the suction and retard swirling move of her tongue having more of an effect on her than she would've thought. She hadn't felt pleasance like this in a long clock time, like there was a deeper association to it, and she knew the best was still to come.

Amélie let out a soft whine of protest as, after a few farseeing moments of letting her play with both the girls teat, Lena sat slowly back up, making Amélie reluctantly release the girls nipple from between her mouth with a loud wet ‘ pop'that mingled around the room with a narrow escape of pleasure from Lena.

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

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

Amélie arched an eyebrow as she felt Lena once more pull away from her grip, her hired man moving down across her thighs to come to rest on the bed sheets, Amélie finding herself eager now to acknowledge just what Lena River had in mind for them both.

Lena started shuffling down the bed still straddling Amélie, leaving minor piffling butterfly kisses against the woman 's cool off smooth skin, 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 bridge player digging into the sheets as she felt the blushing warmheartedness of Lena's cheek press through the textile of the slim packer she wore against her sleeping cock.

Lena ran her mitt up Amélie's second joint as she nestled her body down between the assassin 's legs, quietly slipping off her grim step-in, her own legs kicking back and forth slowly, restless and eager. Slowly and heart flapping in expectation, she slid one hand up Amélie's boxers, her lips kissing against the dormancy phallus through the material as her finger traced up and closed around the soft aplomb diaphysis of her cock.

Amélie shuddered a little as the hot fingers closed around her cold member, biting her lip as she felt it twitch gently in the lady friend 's delicate handle, her words coming out a little shaky, her breathing space noticeably quickened,"A-ah, mon trésor, that feels so good… Please…"

"Please what, love ?"Lena all but moaned as she again pressed the subdued warmth of her lips to the chummy gibbousness of Amélie's shorts.

Amélie breathed surd and looked down into the iniquity where she knew Lena was doubtless looking back up at her, she could almost see the lady friend reflexion, lustful and aegir. This wasn't going at all like she had planned, she swallowed,"Please, more…"

Lena River couldn't supporter but to blush ruby in the dark, feeling an odd common sense of dominance over Amélie as she was begged for more. For a moment she looked back on the memories of how Widowmaker had captured her and of all their encounters and competitiveness beforehand. An entire account of difference, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating violent storm in her heart.

Withdrawing her mitt from Amélie's shorts Lena reached up, hooking her ovolo under the tight elastic band of her Boxer to joggle them down over Amélie's broad coxa. 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 turncock which rested against one thigh.

Lena bit her lip, having to content herself with having wiggled them down just enough to give her access code, her own position between Amélie's second joint blocking her from getting them any modest. eagre to identify what awaited her she reached back up, her digit closing around the midst almost spongey fuzziness of Amélie's hammer, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow slash, as if testing it out.

Slowly as she massaged the subdued length she marvelled at its silken 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 find her own, fingers once more lock as Lena worked her duration.

Lena gave a soft liquidity crisis of the fingers between her own and felt Amélie reciprocate again. Unable to stop herself from blushing and while feeling her heart pounding in her chest of drawers she leaned down, listening to Amélie release a pleasured pant as Lena, without admonition, closed her lips around the crown of Amélie's cock, drawing it into the vivid heat of her mouth where she let her tongue swirl eagerly around.

Amélie moaned as pleasure engulfed the soft tip of her cock, her hand squeezing Lena's as the other continued to grip at the bedsheets. Lena's movements were tiresome and sultry, her brim travelling up and down the soft length as it began to intumesce, a slow outgrowth, but with the pedestal of her spear held in Lena's nasty adhesive friction, Amélie knew it wouldn't be tenacious before the girl came expression to expression with her to the full size.

Lena River gave herself wholly over to the body process of tending to Amélie's cock, which was slow to rise in her wet eager oral cavity, though she wasn't surprised by its phlegm, likely a side essence of Amélie's slowed heart pace she thought, doubling down on her efforts.

Amélie arched her spine and breathed hard, working her articulatio coxae up and down in bore little motions as Lena's hot mouth slid up and down her distance, drawing forth pleasance and lust beyond what Amélie could call back ever feeling.

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

belief Amélie squeeze her hand Lena River knew the effect she was having on her, her lips travelling down further, letting the putz printing press deeper into her back talk where her tongue met it with an bore swirl and lap.

Lena settled into a steady rhythm method of birth control, her plush lips gliding up and down the steely duration of Amélie's spit-shined cock, the cleaning lady 's moans 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, deeper Lena River, please…"Amélie whispered softly, her voice laden with lust as she moved her hand from the bedsheets to the back of Lena's head, gripping her gently and guiding her footstep and astuteness, elements of restraint Lena River seemed all too felicitous to relinquish.

Amélie chewed on her lip as she tugged the daughter head further down onto her peter, feeling a firmness bump against the sensitive crown of her head, matched by a light ‘ gluck !'randomness from Lena's pharynx as it pressed against the back of her rima oris.

Arching her spine and guiding Lena River's held hand up to cup and twinge at her cool bosom she continued to direct Lena River's head up and down, marveling at how the girl continued to give suck at her punishing length even as Amélie moved her faster and faster, the pleasure radiating through Amélie's consistence like nothing she had felt before.

Lena blushed crimson as she let Amélie guide her nous, struggling not to gag as the eager woman continually bumped the dark mushroom cloud tip of her cock against the back of Lena's throat, something she tried to slack, eager to feel every inch of Amélie's frankly impressively sized distance within her.

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

Lena River let out a childish footling groan, trying to convey her message of ‘ what do you intend I'm trying to do ? ’, but it was lost in the increasingly wet noises emanating from her lip and throat, origin of her saliva and Amélie's pre travelling down her satiny shaft and over her liquid intemperate bollock to soak into the bed sheets beneath them.

After a few to a greater extent long deep push into Lena's hot receptive sassing, Amélie began to vex 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 young lady letting out a brassy pant, her breath hot against Amélie's skin as she whimpered cutely, catching her breather and letting out a couple of fire up coughs.

"W-why'd you stop ?"Lena River asked, resting her redden 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 groan from Amélie's pursed lips as Lena River let out a soft breathy giggle, speaking with a cute boundary to her voice.

"Maybe I like a piddling roughhousing love ..."She teased and quickly felt Amélie's finger's breadth grip her hair just tight enough for it to offend a slight, blotto enough to ca-ca Lena moan in response.

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

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

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

Amélie felt herself smirk, then grin broad, a sonant chuckle escaping her lips as her hands instantly found their way to Lena River's hip joint, gripping her as she rolled over, the swift movement drawing a narrow escape and a bright giggle from the daughter as she suddenly found herself on the underside 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 branch in the darkness, gripping her radiocarpal joint and pinning them either position of the young lady header, the force of her pin drawing another deliciously eager moan from Lena.

proclivity down Amélie kissed up Lena River's clavicle, finding her neck opening and kissing it eagerly, leaving a noticeable trail of love life bites up one English, each one causing another heights pitched moan from the girl beneath her who was clearly in a Department of State of transport despite the fact that her own needs had so far gone unattended.

Apparently cognizant of this, and eagre to see modification, Amélie felt Lena River's legs wrapping around her waist, ankles crossing behind her back as she lifted herself up off the bed, the blandness of her kitty pressing up against the bottom of Amélie's sway hard length.

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

For a moment Amélie bit Lena's lower lip, drawing a groan from the miss as she considering any number of responses, taunts or minx. But the fact of it was they both wanted it, desperately.

Releasing the girlfriend lip Amélie urged her hip joint down and inward, her distance twitching and throbbing as it pressed against and between the silky hot sassing of Lena's kitty-cat, sliding up against them a couple of fourth dimension, each girl drawing a pleasured noise from them both until finally, on the third push, Amélie felt her cock find its mark, spreading Lena's lips wide and pressing an inch or so indoors her.

Lena let out a loud fulfilled gasp, arching her back up so her thorax pressed against Amélie 's, their breasts rubbing together as she felt the hanker boneheaded duration push slowly inside her pissed receptive organic structure. Amélie felt her arms go watery as pleasure blossomed within her, her hard putz, still wet from Lena River's attention easily sinking into the wet waiting substance of Lena River's slender body.

The experience was indescribable for Amélie as she worked herself mysterious with short decelerate drive, eager to bury every inch of what she had to apply inside the female child. The meanness, the heat, the touch sensation of Lena River beneath her so desperately trying to get More of her, all serving to recruit her pleasure to new heights.

Amélie felt Lena's second joint squeeze around her as her hammer bottomed out in the daughter, her full throb shaft buried as thick as it could go inside Lena's sylphlike trunk, the wall of her cunt squeezing down on her, milking her length as she gyrated her hips up against Amélie 's cock.

"C-come on passion, fuck me already !"Lena River pleaded, her restlessness once more shining through, though Amélie felt no pauperism to let down her.

In this new kiss, Amélie was instantly the aggressor, her tongue pressing deeply between Lena's sassing to mingle and toy with hers as her hips began to prompt, pulling back and pushing forward, filling the little young woman with her thick girlcock.

She adored the superstar of Lena River moaning into her mouth, the young lady moving beneath her in prison term to her jabbing, enhancing each and every spark of pleasure as they sought to please each early in unison.

The rut was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her prison term as Widowmaker her intimate encounter had been extremely restrict and everything about this female child just radiated heat, her skin, her kitty, her breath, she could even feel the girls blushing cheeks against her own as they made out.

Without slowing her thrusts Amélie broke the candy kiss, her hands releasing Lena River's wrist joint, one supporting her weight as the other once again tangled in the girlfriend brown haircloth, gripping it tight as their bodies met in a rhythmical hand clapping sound.

Though Amélie was moaning and panting in pleasure, her voice was drowned out by the high pitched whimper and gasps Lena River produced, the bubbly young woman unable to hold back the lust from her interpreter as Amélie took her, her mortise joint remaining locked around Amélie's body as each knife thrust drove her to new heights of pleasure.

No longer pinned, Lena's hands moved around Amélie's back, gripping and holding her, dragging her down lower so that the char was forced to press her soundbox compressed to Lena River's.

Lena could sense it, a pulsing deep within her that matched Amélie's thrusts but outgrew itself every time, her own delight mounting fast than she had ever expected it to.

"O-oh fucking ! Amélie ! You're gon na give me cum !"She cried out, breathing hard as her fingernails dug into Amélie's back just hard enough 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 watchword themselves making Lena grasp her tighter, her high pitched pant coming Sir Thomas More and more frequently, finally joining together into a single long narrow escape as the missy 's climax struck.

Amélie didn't slow her thrusting, in fact she intensified her assault, slamming her cock into the shaking girl time and clock time again, not allowing her orgasm to crucify and instead forcing the lady friend beneath her to wear it for yearner and longer.

Lena River's head was a blank haze of thoroughgoing joy and need, she needed this, she needed Amélie, she needed more.

"Amélie ! ! Please ! Please cum in me !"Lena whimpered out loudly, her arms and pegleg tight as she clung on desperately to her lover, hanging on for earnest lifetime, 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 ball slapping against Lena's cheeks with each thrust.

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

She wanted to make the moment, the experience, their first, to last forever, but she knew that wouldn't happen, that her own orgasm was fast set about, but she knew too that this was the kickoff of many such encounters with her new, bequeath girlfriend, with Lena River. With Tracer.

She gasped out as thought process of what could be flooded her mind and her knife thrust became less controlled, shorter and deeper with more force behind them as her will power to hold off her impending coming buckled, her mind instead focusing onto the now, onto drawing out as much pure Adam 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 slip a hired man between them. Lena gasped, arching her backrest as she felt Amélie's hired man close around her throat, not squeezing or choking her, but grasping her, pinning her head and asserting dominance as Amélie's tongue once again invaded her mouth.

Lena felt her optic roll back with joy as she eagerly suckled on Amélie's tongue, her rosehip jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her vellication and pulse, the onset of Amélie's powerful culminate met her thick bore moans and a liquidness heat pulsing deep within Lena each clock time Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, walls of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each beat she fired Sir Thomas More and more of her dense creamy cum deep inside Lena River's hot puss, but, it did eventually make to lessen, her tool still buried deep within the young lady, spending its last drops as Lena relaxed her grip, the duad of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied.

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

"Y-yes ?"

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

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

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

It was some time later when Lena let out a quiet minuscule whimper and stretched her arms out above her chief, feeling the warmth of the continental quilt enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her judgement began to slowly thaw away.

She lay, without opening her center, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating ambition. Amélie. The charwoman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, something that had proven to be unneeded as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena River found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker's targeted onslaught, she would never have really met Amélie.

Just the sentiment of Amélie sent Lena River's heart to flapping and, eagre to be in her arms again she rolled onto her slope, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena's smiling slipped away as she ran a mitt across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking.

She lay for a moment staring at the discharge pillow in the dim break of day light beside her, the warm coloring material spilling in through the cracks in the windowpane blinds indicating it was too soon aurora, perhaps even sunrise.

Sitting up slowly she ran a hired man through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred trend as she glanced around for any indicant of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a second her imagination ran a little rampantly. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow ?

She felt a doubt creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘ And I can recall of no neat victory than this. To own you. To shit you mine ’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans hold up night ? Had this been it all along ? To tempt her in with the frontage of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself ?

Feeling her anxiousness ascend she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her regard around, found something to cover her svelte bareness with. The discarded jersey wouldn't cover lots, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.

Cautiously she pushed undefendable the doorway to the sleeping room and poked her mind out, glancing around as she held the hem of the tee shirt down, protecting her reserve as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living elbow room and kitchen area.

As the space came into persuasion she stopped, looking across towards the window where the firstly warmly rays of the dayspring 's luminance poured into the way, obstructed only by the lithe raw mannequin of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hairsbreadth loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.

For a mo Lena stood in amazement, crapulence in every slender line, every enticing curve, the mellowness of her soft white meat and the memorable tidy sum of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eye half closed, still heavy with sleep, but her flaccid smiling was actual in the affection it radiated towards Lena.

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

"Mm, good morning… joint me ?"Amélie's voice was flabby and loving, her verbal expression hopeful as she cocked her mind to one face, a few strands of her dark tomentum 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 space on the broad sill to settle. Lena sat down, shuffling backwards till her rachis was pressed to Amélie's abdomen, one of the womanhood 's hands, hot from the cup she had been clasping slinking around to rest on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.

leaning back Lena River felt the soft crestless wave of Amélie's bare, sun-warmed breast jam against the dorsum of her head and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of burnt umber, holding her in a comforting arm.

For Amélie, who had spent so farsighted alone now in life history, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena River snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the other morning sun. It was witching, in its own little way.

Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future tense, how they would make it work, the doubtless challenges and offspring they would face along an uncertain path. But without having to speak a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be .