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The two maintained eye contact as Sombra pressed her finger between Widowmaker's lips, her teeth unclenching as the girl pressed her slender finger deeper into her mouth, resting it on her tongue. “But I’ll let you know when I reach a decision…” Sombra smirked, holding her finger for a moment longer between the woman's lips, silently showing her new assumed dominance before, with a chuckle, she vanished, recalling back to wherever she had left her Translocator. Widowmaker let out a sigh and relaxed, sitting herself down on the edge of her bed, clasping her hands together and glancing around herself, at nothing in particular, “. ..Merde…” It was about an hour later when Lena, using the key Amélie had given her, let herself into the apartment. She glanced around the dark entrance way and pursed her lips, “Amélie? 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She blinked, her brain eventually catching up with her fingers, though Amélie was her love, it still took time not to recognise Widowmaker as anything other than her foe. “Ah, Amélie, you surprised me...” Lena said with a gentle smile which, as Widowmaker failed to respond, slowly slipped away. After only a moment did Lena step forward, noting the glass of red wine held in Widowmaker's hand and the half-empty bottle beside it. As she stepped closer she saw the woman's eyes, staring out at nothing in particular, seemingly lost in thought. Lena smiled as she drew close, reaching out and placing a thumb and forefinger on Widowmaker's chin, turning her head, eliciting a surprised little noise from her a fraction of a second before Lena’s warm supple lips found hers, joining her in a kiss. Widowmaker stared in surprise at the girl, feeling her warmth and heartbeat. As she closed her eyes she felt more than a little blessed to have with her now a girl to whom Widowmaker's mere presence caused her heartbeat to race. After a few moments and feeling the familiar flutter in her chest, Lena broke the kiss, her eyes opening slowly to meet the yellow gaze in front of her, “Hey love, thought I’d lost you for a moment there.” Widowmaker smiled gently, “I’m glad you came and found me…” She set her wine glass down and reached slowly out with a hand, caressing it up Lena’s arm, keeping her eyes locked on hers. “Ha, me too, I was thinking-...” Lena’s words were interrupted by Widowmaker's hand, cupping the back of her head and pulling her close… Lena felt her heart skip a beat as Widowmaker pulled her deep into a kiss, heated and intimate. Widowmaker lived for the erotic warmth of it, while Lena enjoyed the subtle sweet taste gifted to the kiss by the wine. The two enjoyed a long slow kiss, neither of them eager to draw away from it but, eventually Lena had to pull back, panting hard as Widowmaker smirked a little playfully, her altered anatomy leaving her not even a little out of breath from the encounter. “Ah, ha, miss me that much, eh?” Lena grinned, her bright eyes sparkling even in the room’s dim light. “More than you could possibly imagine…” Widowmaker replied honestly and Lena smirked playfully. “Mm,” Lena bit her lip, “you don’t know, I might have quite an active imagination tonight love, y’know, after dinner and a movie?…” Widowmaker smirked too and ran her fingers through Lena’s hair, “Let me change out of my stuff first, have a shower, then we can get a movie on and I’ll sort us dinner?” Most of the IP prisoners were lined up, most were sneering at the grays that were holding weapons on them. I was nodding as she went through all this, "Are the three that I rewrote still in effect?" 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