“Welcome home, mon amour.” Came a far too familiar voice, the rich French accent soft and unconcerned. Tracer gasped at the effort of quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, wanting desperately to defend herself, to flee, to fight, but just not finding the energy in her tired body, stripped doctor of weapons, armours and accelerators, to do more than sit up. After the brief struggle that left her in an upright position, panting from the exertion, she spoke, her usually bright voice sounding worn out, “What… What did you do to me?” “Nothing I won't regret. Tea?” Came the voice, oddly… Casual. Tracer raised a hand as her mind cleared itself of the fog of sleep, surprised to find that she wasn’t restrained in any way. She held the hand over her eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them as she crossed her legs underneath her, a thick duvet resting on her lap, warm from her own body. “What’re… Ah… My head…” Tracer whimpered, raising both her hands to her head as she squeezed her eyes shut, the pain passing quicker now. “Do not worry, that’ll pass. I know.” Tracer felt the mattress beneath her dip slightly to one side and she forced herself to open her eyes, seeing her more clearly now, Widowmaker, her foe and enemy sitting beside her, delicate eyebrows raised, a cup in one hand held out towards Tracer, the liquid inside dark and steaming. “Widowmaker… You’re… Wearing a T-shirt?” Tracer asked, incredulous, not taking the cup, as if out of everything in this situation Widowmakers attire was the most baffling aspect to her, a T-shirt and what looked to be sweatpants. Widowmaker scoffed and set the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed at Tracers arm, “What? You thought I wore that skin-tight suit everywhere I go? And my name is Amélie, you might as well use it.” “Why?...” “Because that is who I am when I’m not in the suit, Lena,” Amélie said flatly, rising once again to her feet and stepping away towards the window, glancing out and around, the light reflecting on her amber eyes. “No, I mean, why am I alive? Why aren’t you trying to kill me? Why are you…” Lena glanced down at the cup, her voice regaining a little more of its girlish vibe, “Making tea?” Amélie let out a soft little sigh and leaned on the windowsill, silent for a moment as Lena observed the woman's slender profile. Their fights were always sexy so incredibly fast paced with her chronal accelerator and Widowmakers ballet trained pace that she seldom got to view her without either of them moving at some speed. After a moment of staring at the svelte figure and before Amélie replied, Lena looked away, an almost imperceptible hue colouring her cheeks. “Because, Lena, I was getting sick, sick of indian our little game.” “What game?” Amélie shot Lena a glance and raised an eyebrow again, her ponytail still intact as it wound down her back, “The endless game of cat and mouse that teen you and I play but neither of us ever seem to win.” “Not for a lack of trying, love,” Lena said, matter of factly. Amélie smirked slightly, “Mm, I do like it when you call me that…” Lena felt the blush touch her cheeks a little warmer and she raised a hand, running it through her short dark hair, messing it back up into its rightful MILF place, “Are you going to let me leave?” Amélie pursed her lips, “Mm, technically.” The redhead smiled, "Yeah, I could eat. The footsteps came closer. "when i was a little younger than you, i had a complicated relationship with someone in my family, it had a lot to do with power dynamics and dominance, and it was even abusive at times i think. Sam sighed and popped her mouth off. “Come on, Zelda, cum!” hissed Sam. He groaned about my nipple as he sucked it. Jack locked the yacht down and went to sleep in his quarters. Will he fucken rape me? Well that would be exciting, that wouldn't be all bad if teen he did, in fact that would be kind of fun, kind of kinky, a burglar breaks in and fucks me and leaves, must remember that one for later." “Um, hello. Great I thought I have no way to defend myself. Loving it. We reached our car. “I’ll leave money for you sexy of course,” he said. My wife was gone to visit family. As we kissed, I let my cock rub against her thigh, but indian all I could think of was wanting to fuck her. The pair summoned all the strength they had as they pressed on. He had to finish, it shouldn’t take long. After we drank, Amy asked me how I want her to fulfill her fantasy. She said “We have dinner reservations for 3:00, doctor its 12:30 now I was MILF thinking you might want to go over a lesson. The man tried to pull him back, but the dog kept pulling. “Did you like that baby? "I honestly have no answer for you sweetie. My twat spasmed around him, sucking at him. “Oh, do it!” whimpered Miss Castellano. My pussy was feeling the fresh air, but Ryan said that no one could see up the towel. Her pussy dripped with anticipation. The one you drive is old and quite frankly, it is crappy.