Amélie had been destroyed long ago, all that remained was the unfeeling, uncaring monster that was the cold-skinned brutal assassin snake, Widowmaker. Sex vedio Tea?” Came the voice, oddly… Casual. Amélie’s train of thought derailed as she felt a hand press warmly against her shoulder, pushing her downwards. She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale blue streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets’ presence on the air. Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. It seemed like they were just acclimatising to the presence of each other in this new non-hostile environment. 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.
