Black Widow
Chapter Two: The Web Tightens
Yes, the dangerous black widow is to be approached with caution, as the black widow's bite can cause death
The black widow is easily recognized by her coal black body and red hourglass marking
She encases her victims with silk, and then kills with poison from her fangs
-Black Widow, In This Moment-
A/N: I don't know why but it always takes me so long to update my chapters for Widowtracer fics, but here it finally is, the second chapter.
Lena cracked an eye open once she felt those all too familiar slender fingers around her throat, each one placed carefully. Thoughtfully, almost.
Amelie was above her, long hair hanging down around her face, body hovering lightly over Lena. Her face was blank and Lena's eye was too groggy to make out exactly what her expression was right now. "Well, good morning to you," she cheered, yawning and shifting from a position on her side to her back. She opened both eyes wide now, rubbing the sleep from them. The hand on her throat got tighter and tighter, purple nails digging into her skin.
Lena's blood pressure picked up and a little gasp left her lips, but not for the expected reasons. "Morning sex? With choking? How did you know those two were my fav?" Lena said through a strained voice and this time Amelie's face broke into emotion.
"What?" she asked but nothing else came out of her mouth because Lena had pulled her down for a sordid kiss, letting their tongues intertwine as she wrapped her legs around Amelie's waist and pulled her in deeper, hand slipping under the taller woman's shirt to play with a nipple and suddenly Amelie found herself very caught off guard.
When they had finished thirty minutes later, Lena's neck marked red by fingers that had curled in, trying to claim the breath there, but been unable to to do more than tease at the concept as a tongue teased at Amelie's entrance until she'd been the one losing her breath as she came down from orgasm, Amelie was spent. And now Lena was up, walking her naked and slender figure over to the shower. "I'm going to hop in, but help yourself to anything you need in the kitchen. Unless you want to shower first?" Lena popped her head out of her tiny bathroom at that thought but Amelie shook her head, still sitting on the bed, naked figure on full display, glowing in the light from the windows.
"Alright," Lena nodded her head. "Be out in a jiffy." Then she hurriedly popped in and began rinsing herself off, eager to continue talking to the French woman. There was just something about her- never mind the fact they shared world ending kisses and universe shattering sex- that had Lena wanting to dig more into her. Maybe they could actually become something-?
A somber thought broke in through the happy buzz filling her body. Given Lena's field of work...that might not be a good idea. It was best not to get attached. But still, it couldn't hurt to just ask Amelie out for coffee right?
She exited the shower, drying off quickly and changing into a pair of comfy shorts and top. Just as she was walking down the stairs her foot caught on something, something invisible. It was a wire, so thin it was like a hair. Lena found herself performing acrobatic motions as she swiveled her body into several positions to avoid a jarring end at the stairs.
Amelie was attracted by the noise because she rushed to the bottom of the stairs only to find Lena doing a handstand on the bottom step, shirt dropping to expose her stomach, and towel still hanging from the top of her head. "W-what happened here?" Amelie asked, face carefully constructed into concern but not too much.
"Aww, don't worry about me!" Lena flipped right way up. "I just tripped on the stairs but I took a lot of uh, gymnastics classes while I was in high school. It paid off brilliantly." She pinched Amelie's cheeks.
"Oh...how interesting," the woman said, furrowing her brows at the touching of her cheeks. She had dressed in a new set of clothes. Lena didn't know the woman had brought spares but this was definitely a new outfit. A purple top with slim fitted jeans.
"I know, it's boring," Lena waved a hand flippantly, heading to the kitchen following the aroma of fresh coffee. Only one cup stood on the counter. "I bet you've done more interesting things than me. Is this coffee for me?" Lena snatched it up before Amelie could say yes.
"Sure..." she said, watching Lena gulp down the drink like it was water despite how hot it was. She was watching her with a certain intensity but snapped out of it when Lena raised her brows. "I took archery and fencing when I was younger."
"Now that's cool!" Lena exclaimed and sat down at the bar stool by her counter. "Where did you even go to school?"
"France of course," Amelie said, laughing. But there was a tightness to it and her eyes seemed not focused on the conversation.
"Right," Lena chuckled with her.
"I should go," Amelie said suddenly. "I need to be somewhere."
"Oh! Of course!" Lena rushed to her feet. "Sorry about keeping you. Didn't mean to. You're just so fascinating is all. Let me walk you out?" Lena offered and Amelie nodded her head, grabbing her purse off of the counter where she had placed it.
"Will I see you again?" Lena asked, not sure why Amelie seemed more closed off today than before. Was she normally like this and the alcohol had made her more gregarious?
They paused by the entrance and Amelie gave Lena a mysterious smile. "You can count on it." Then she left, long hair back up in a ponytail swishing mightily behind her.
Lena closed the door on her, smiling like an idiot to herself. She would get to see Amelie again! But a thought stalled her and her eyes opened wide. She ripped the door open. "Wait, I don't have your number!" But Amelie was nowhere to be seen on the streets.
"Well bugger me," Lena sighed out and dejectedly closed the door once more.
Lena was in a sour mood for the rest of the week. She couldn't believe she had just blew her chance on having further contact with a woman she considered nearly perfect. She was beautiful, smart, and great in bed and now Lena was never going to see her again. She'd gone to the same bar last week but staying until closing hours did not prove fruitful and Lena had gone home drunk and in a terrible mood.
She knew she should resign herself to her fate but she didn't want to. She had met someone so awesome and she wanted to spend more time with them. Wanted to go out on dates with them. So she tried looking Amelie up but that was impossible to do with only a first name and not much else. Lena had dissolved into a puddle of disappointment by Sunday night so when her door rang she didn't think much of it, figuring it must be the pizza delivery guy as she was apt at ordering fast food and eating her feelings away.
But lo and behold, it was Amelie, dressed in a slim fitted blazer, a white button up shirt and gray slacks paired with tall heels that aided her height. Her hair was back in it's trademark ponytail look and she wore purple lipstick to accentuate it's purple color.
Compared to her, Lena was a complete mess. In a pair of baggy sweats and frumpy sweater that did nothing to help her figure. And her hair was lack luster, missing it's volume and shine. "You're not the pizza delivery guy," Lena said slowly, still not believing who was on her front stoop.
Amelie let out a rich laugh at Lena's shock. "Non, ma cherie," she responded with. "Will you let me inside?"
"Right, sure, of course," Lena blubbered out, letting Amelie pass her. As she did Lena got a cloud of her perfume- the scent of lilies. "What are you doing here?" Lena asked as she closed the door behind them.
"I'm here to take you on a date."
"A date?!" Hadn't that been like one of Lena's dreams? Lena still couldn't believe that Amelie was here. She pinched herself but no, this was reality right now. And then she flushed, recalling she looked like a mess and so did the rest of her house. She grabbed Amelie by the shoulders before she could go farther in. "Uh, wait a moment here, love. My place is a bit of a mess, let me clean up first." Then she rushed into the living room and began to hastily gather up newspapers, empty take out cartoons, and stacks of books. Amelie waited in the hall patiently, hearing an occasional crash or thud as something Lena carried fell.
Lena emerged minutes later, slightly harried looking. "Why don't you make yourself at home? I brewed you some coffee while you wait because I need to get changed if we're going on this date." There was no way Lena was going to say no to it. She'd have to be crazy.
Amelie smiled genteelly. "That's no issue. Take your time." She sat down to enjoy her coffee, black like her soul, and hummed to herself as she heard the shower run from upstairs. She hadn't finished things last time, but tonight would be the night she would. And they would be going back to her apartment to do so.
Upstairs Lena ran about trying to piece together a nice outfit, to try and make her hair presentable. She settled on a buttoned up shirt and some slacks and gelled up her hair. Then, she rushed downstairs. "All ready! Lead the way to your place," she said and Amelie drained the last of her coffee before they left the apartment together.
"You clean up well," she commented as they walked over to her expensive looking car. It was black and sleek, and quiet. It reminded Lena of a panther.
"Thanks," Lena smiled. "I would have looked even better if you had given me some warning. I must confess that I thought I would never see you again."
"Don't worry dear, I don't leave unfinished business," Amelie chuckled darkly. Lena tipped her head to the side. That was some strange phrasing. They got into the car and Lena marveled at how strongly the inside smelled of lilies. Amelie must really like that scent.
As they drove, Lena tapped her hands on her thighs. She didn't like long silences. They made her feel uncomfortable. "So, uh, what do you do for work? We didn't get to talk much last time and I'm curious to learn more about you."
Amelie didn't answer right away, turning on the turn signal that clicked in the silence between them. "I am a real estate agent. I travel a lot because of it. What about you?"
"I'm sort of a freelancer. I drift from job to job. If someone's in need, I help them out."
"You take just about any job they offer you?" Amelie seemed intrigued by this idea.
"Yea, but only jobs I feel I would be actually helpful at completing. It wouldn't make sense for me to knit someone some knickers if I can't knit at all." Lena said, feeling more comfortable now that she had Amelie talking. "What's your favorite food?"
"What is this, an interrogation?" Amelie chuckled.
"No, love. I just wanna know more about you. I guarantee if I interrogated you it would be less than pleasant," Lena promised.
"Hmmm, really?" Amelie hummed and she almost seemed thrilled by the idea.
"So, will you answer my questions or do I have to use more...invasive methods?" Lena wiggled her fingers as a threat. The rest of the ride was interspersed with conversation and they finally pulled up to Amelie's place half an hour later. "Wow, this place is killer!" Lena exclaimed once they took the elevator up to Amelie's place. It was a modern apartment with tall ceilings and expensive art hung up on the walls.
"I suppose it is killer," Amelie said, eyes gleaming at that word choice from Lena, almost like it amused her.
"Tell me about your art," Lena said, perusing the frames. Most of it was abstract. Dark shapes and contorted figures. It was surprisingly gloomy and Lena wondered if this art had some special meaning to Amelie.
Amelie was in the open kitchen, opening up steaming pots of food she had cooked before in preparation before. She began to plate it. "I actually painted them."
"Really?" Lena was astounded. What couldn't this woman do?
"I usually only paint them if I've had a good day at work. Once I finish working with my clients."
"For a good day, these sure are dark," Lena commented, the rattle of cutlery announcing that dinner was ready. Amelie had spread out a tablecloth on a small table and put the food there. It was steak with potatoes and a health grouping of veggies. It smelled amazing. She sat down just as Amelie finished setting up the drinks.
"This looks amazing. I already know I'll love it."
"Others have called my cooking to die for," Amelie said cockily as she sat down and swirled her wine glass. She had given Lena both wine and a glass of water.
Lena's throat suddenly felt parched by the cocky nature of Amelie's smirk. She gulped down the water really quickly to alleviate it and Amelie's eyebrow popped up. "You should drink more slowly. You can upset your stomach if you drink so quickly."
Lena set the empty glass down, the ice rattling in the cup. "I was just really thirsty."
"Would you like a refill?"
"No, I'm good. I wanna save more room for the food you've cooked. It looks delicious! And smells even better!" She tore into the food, and the two of them talked over dinner about anything and everything. Once they were done, Lena helped with cleaning up the dishes and they found themselves gazing at each other with heavy tension.
"So..." Lena started, licking her lips and Amelie followed the lip motion enticingly. What did they do now? She knew where her body wanted to do but she wouldn't be so brash as to insist.
She stepped closer to Lena, running her hands over Lena's shoulders and down to her arms. "How about some dessert?" she said in a low husky tone.
"I could eat more," Lena answered and their faces drew together as their lips and tongue played an intense tango that lead them breathless and reaching for the knob to Amelie's bedroom where they continued their mutual dance of lust.
The morning after they finished, Lena felt a presence hovering over her. She cracked an eye open and saw Amelie straddling her waist, the flash of silver in her hand.
"You really know how to make my morning's exciting," Lena chuckled, her voice rough from sleep as she grabbed Amelie's hips and flipped them so she was on top now. Amelie wasn't expecting it because she was easily tossed onto her back. Yet her hand held tightly onto the knife in it's grip. "Knife play in bed?" Lena cheered. "How do you manage to know all my kinks?"
"Uh, lucky guess?" Amelie said, looking slightly harried and panicked looking. Lena leaned in closer to kiss Amelie's full lips as her hand came up to encircle Amelie's wrist and gently pry the knife from her.
"While I do enjoy it, I think I don't want to ruin your wonderful white sheets with blood. So let's save it for later," Lena said, shushing Amelie with sordid and hot kisses. The taller woman easily gave in, allowing Lena to have her way with her.
Two hours later, sore and sated, Lena stood up, pulling her clothes on. It was time to go home. She had a job later this evening.
"Thank you for the wonderful date," she told Amelie, who looked dazed and spent after Lena's energetic love making. The girl had such a small figure but so much energy, like an energizer bunny.
"It was my pleasure," she answered, sitting up and dragging the sheets around her as she walked Lena over to the door.
"When will I see you again?" Lena asked as she planted one last kiss on Amelie's plump lips. She hated to part from the woman because she never knew when she would see her again. But the memories of what they had done kept her warm and satisfied for now.
"Who knows," she answered coyly, raking a hand through Lena's spikes one last time.
"Soon, hopefully," was Lena's eager reply and she ducked out of the apartment. Amelie shut the door behind her and leaned against it with her back, listening intently for the sound of the elevator arriving. It took a while but the ding of it arrived and she slowly let a cruel smile climb up her lips as the door swooshed shut. She counted to ten and at the end there was a loud crash.
Then, humming to herself in a pleased manner, she walked off to shower.
