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Sometimes it’s hard for Ashe to believe that the most prolific assassin in the world is her lover. There’s a laundry list of reasons why this shouldn’t work. One being that she was once a target of said killer. Despite these reasons, Ashe finds herself completely smitten with the woman sleeping oh so adorably in her lap.
Ashe’s red eyes drink in the view below as not many get to see the great Widowmaker looking so cute. They are sitting on a train bench together in their cabin, and Widow is curled up into a ball with her head and hand resting on Ashe’s thigh. Widow has traded in her iconic purple bodysuit for a more comfortable baggy long sleeve shirt and leggings that hug her beautiful curves.
Unable to hold herself back now, Ashe threads her nimble fingers through Widow’s long purple braided hair, eliciting a contented moan and snuggle from the cold skinned woman. Ashe’s red lips curl up at the sight.
“Are we there yet, Mon cherí?”, Widow asked in her drowsy silk voice. Ashe’s skin crawled at the French pet name.
“Not yet darlin’. Still got a few hours left. You can go back to sleep if you’d like. Didn’t mean to wake you, baby girl .”, Ashe couldn’t help but purr that last word.
“Your words say one thing but your hands and husky tone say another,” Widow pushes herself up to Ashe’s eye level and gives her a slow gentle kiss as she snakes her arm around Ashe’s waist. “I can keep you company.”
“I think we both know I want a little more than your company.”
“Oh?”, Widow says coyly.
Ashe guides Widow to straddle her hips and Widow cocks her head to the side in interest, her arms draping over Ashe’s shoulders.
“I want to explore every inch of your cool purple skin with my hands”, Ashe slides her hands under Widow’s shirt to caress and lightly scratch her back. Widow inhales the gesture deeply as Ashe continues, “I want to feel every curve, every crevice of your deadly body pressed up against mine.” Ashe pulls Widow close, slotting her head in the gap of Widow's neck. “I want to hear your silky moans of pleasure,” she kisses Widow’s neck, wet and slow, causing a moan to slip between her lips and a shiver to tickle its way down Ashe’s spine. “I want to devour every last morsel of your love.” Ashe cups a hand on Widow's cheek and stares deeply into her eyes, searching for an answer.
Widow closes her eyes and leans into the touch, absorbing as much of Ashe’s soft warmth as she can.
“Mmmm, that does sound wonderful” Widow flirts back. Widow begins walking her fingers up Ashe’s stomach and to her neck, “But…” She adds with a dangerous edge. Her hand slips into Ashe’s white hair and closes into fist. She pulls Ashe’s head back and perches over her with a sultry look in her eye, “I want you to need it.”
Ashe stares back with smug confidence and playful defiance, a smirk spreading across her lips. “You think you can make me, baby girl?”
“Oh I know I can.”, Widow’s lips hover inches above Ashe’s, a silent dare for Ashe to kiss them.
“I love a challenge. I tell you what, we have 30 minutes until the next stop—”, Ashe replies without hesitation.
“And if I make you beg me for more like the spoiled princess I know you are—”, Widow seamlessly cuts in.
“I’ll let you finish having your way with me, but if you can’t—”, the last word hangs on Ashe’s tongue.
“You can take everything you wanted from me and more”, Widow finishes, never breaking eye contact.
“You got yourself a deal,” Ashe states confidently.
Widow smoothly undoes Ashe’s tie and opens up her vest. She continues to unbutton Ashe’s shirt as if thinking about her next move. When her shirt spreads to reveal her supple chest adorned in black lace, Widow bites her lips in desire.
This will be a test of restraint for her as well.
“Belle…”, she whispers in French, making Ashe’s smirk break into an adoring smile.
“Shall we begin?” Widow traces a cool finger down between her breasts. Ashe’s breath hitches at the cold touch but she masks the reaction.
“Do your worst,” she coos.
Widow wastes no time in removing Ashe’s hands from her waist and pinning them on the sides of her head. She begins giving Ashe the lightest airbrush kisses, pulling away anytime she attempts to deepen it. Eventually Ashe gets the picture that she does not get a say in when they touch.
Widow releases the cowgirl’s hands with a command, “Stay.”
Ashe obeys, and Widow begins sliding her fingers around Ashe’s waist. Her stomach contracts at the tickling sensation but right now it is registering as deep pleasure. Widow starts tasting Ashe’s milky white skin with nibbles, licks and kisses to her neck. Again her stomach squeezes in pleasure and her heart pulls toward her girlfriend. Unconsciously she moves her hands to hold her lover closer, but Widow smacks them away.
“Aww, You can’t give in yet”, she teases, “not until I’ve reduced you to a wet puddle of need.”
Ashe’s brain vibrates in anticipation.
“Hands back above your head. I’m just getting started”
Widow dismounts Ashe and snuggles herself into Ashe’s left side. She slips her arm around Ashe’s back to continue her tickles. She uses her other hand to begin massaging one of Ashe’s breasts while she kisses the top of the other.
“Such beautiful girls” widow muses in between kisses.
She slides her hand up Ashe’s back to unclip her bra. It falls daintily into her lap revealing her pretty pink nipples. The assassin begins to tease them with quick licks and slow kisses, drawing out the time between each touch. Ashe can’t help but arch her back, silently begging Widow to close her gorgeous lips around her nipples.
Ashe throws her head back and bites her finger to stifle the submissive “please” threatening to escape her. Widow, sensing the sexual distress, grabs Ashe’s face and pulls her gaze down to focus on her. She slowly licks her index finger and begins rotating Ashe’s nipple. She watches with satisfaction as Ashe’s mouth opens wider and her breath hitches. Quickly, Widow captures Ashes lips with her own, smothering the moan welling up inside her.
Widow places her free hand behind Ashe’s neck to deliver sensual tickles as she deepens their kiss. Ashe gives in to it completely, whimpers seeping out of her mouth. Widow pulls away from the kiss, sucking Ashe’s bottom lip with her to savor the taste of her sexy desire. At the same time, she pinches Ashe’s nipple causing her to moan again.
Widow turns her attention back to Ashe’s boobs and begins to circle and suck on her nipples. A brain fog begins settling in Ashe’s head reducing her thoughts to one simple thing: need.
“Améli—mmfph”, Ashe almost moans her name, begging her love to fuck her, but Widow covered her mouth. Widow won’t let her give in.
She slides her fingers between Ashe’s pretty lips, allowing her to express all of her want in the most submissive way. As Ashe sucks on her fingers, Widow transfers her attention to Ashe’s other nipple, renewing her pleasure. Ashe cries out with a lone tear trickling down her cheek. Widows takes her fingers out and slides them in Ashes pants. Her voice fries as Widow slides her fingers down the middle of her wet pussy. But just as soon as she enters, she stops all of her touch to admire her work.
Sitting under her is the most wanted criminal in the world, with her shirt open, hands held daintily above her head, face glowing red with lust. Her glorious breasts, still pulsing with pleasure, are rising and falling with her quickened breaths. But her eyes, her beautiful red eyes brimming with tears of love are what widow adores the most. They are pleading, no, begging Widow to continue. She knows there is not a single thing on her mind but sex, and Widow relishes in it.
To further indulge in her satisfaction, Widow sucks her fingers tasting the sweet juices from between Ashes legs. At that moment, Ashe crumbles into pieces.
Her beautiful lips utter the words, “Amélie. Please fuck me.”
A smile spreads on Widow’s face as she leans into Ashe, “Of course, ma princesse”.
Widow begins deeply kissing Ashe ready to pick up right where she left off.