To own you. To make you mine’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last night? Had this been it all along? To lure her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself?
Feeling her anxieties rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nakedness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn’t cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry.
Cautiously she pushed open the door to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living room and kitchen area.
As the space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm rays of the morning's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup.
For a moment Lena stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curve, the fullness of her soft breasts and the memorable sight of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still heavy with sleep, but her soft smile was genuine in the affection it radiated towards Lena.
"Hey love…" Lena said gently, a warm smile touching her lips as her anxieties all but vanished, her unfounded fears replaced only with desire and adoration.
"Mm, good morning… Join me?" Amélie’s voice was soft and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one side, a few strands of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked.
Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to give the girl space on the broad sill to settle. 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 rest on her stomach just under her T-shirt, caressing her.
Leaning back Lena felt the soft swell of Amélie’s bare, sun-warmed breasts press against the back of her head and she looked out the window, admiring the sunrise as Amélie took a casual sip of coffee, holding her in a comforting arm.
For Amélie, who had spent so long alone now in life, she had never dreamt her plan of kidnap and conditioning would lead to this, would lead to Lena snuggled willingly against her as she drank coffee in the early morning sun. It was magical, in its own little way.
Cuddled together they both thought about what was in store for them in the future, how they would make it work, the doubtless challenges and issues they would face along an uncertain path. But without having to speak a word, they both knew this was where they wanted to be.
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