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“No…” Lena said softly to herself, voice quavering, confused and annoyed that she could be entertaining such thoughts, thoughts of Amélie, thoughts for Widowmaker. She squeezed her eyes shut. Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring monster that was the cold-skinned brutal assassin snake, Widowmaker. Angry with herself for thinking Widowmaker could be anything but that beast, she rolled over, arms folded across her stomach as she frowned and contemplated, with a momentary lapse in optimism, just how dire her situation was. Lena blinked, her cloudy expression clearing in an instant, her eyes going wide, her lips parting just slightly as she took in the sight before her. On the bedside table in front of her sat a Small cocks single cup, the contents still steaming, teen waiting for her. Tentatively she sat up, glancing around suspiciously as she picked up the rather small ceramic item, clasping it in her hands, the familiar warmth giving her some level of comfort. After giving it a tentative sniff and detecting nothing off, she lifted the cup and took a slow sip, then let out a long satisfied sigh. She bit her lip and looked at her own shaky reflection in the cup, “An unfeeling, uncaring, cold-skinned, brutal, assassin monster… Who makes tea...” She said gently, her own uncertainty clear in her voice. After a moment she stood and moved to the window, leaning on the sill with her butt and clutching her cup while wearing Amélie’s T-shirt and a pair of plain black panties. Curiously she looked over a city she didn’t recognise, but which she assumed was somewhere in France. Part of her wanted to leap from the window, escape into the city, but every nerve ending in her body told her it was an impossibility. She had been ordered to stay, and stay she would. As she took another sip of the tea her thoughts 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 pressing 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 at her elbow which rested on the countertop, her palm supporting her chin as her other hand lazily flicked a page on an old book, the sound of gentle classical music being interrupted eventually only by the recognisable sound of her shower 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 cut out and Amélie listened as she heard Lena move around her home, hearing a closet door open then, shortly after, close again. It wasn’t long after that that when Amélie glanced up she saw Lena in the doorway to her living room kitchen combo. “How was your shower?” Amélie asked gently, raising a single eyebrow. Lena 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 nice, cheers.” “And I see you found my clothes…” Amélie noted with a faint edge of amusement. Lena looked down at herself, while she wore the same shirt, she had acquired a pair fetish 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 counter as indian 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 receptive 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 twiddled her thumbs, furrowing her brows 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. 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