Chapter Nineteen: Alive Again

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Inspired by Illenium's Fractures

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Burning everything I know

Desperate for a change

Crashing down these ancient roads

Past our yesterday

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I stirred from my slumber, feeling as if I weighed more than three times my usual weight.

"I guess I was more tired than I thought...where am I?"

I looked around for a few moments to see that I was in...some kind of castle?

"Strange...I've never seen this place before. Now where are those two?"

I suddenly felt a presence next to me and I sat up to see...

"Sombra?"

She was holding my hand, rather tightly as she slept with her head on the sheets. I looked up at the window to see that it was still night time. I then gazed down at my watch to see that it was now 2 AM.

"...She must've fallen asleep watching over me. I can't imagine how worried she is..."

I then noticed that she was no longer dressed in her coat...and her hair was completely let out.

She was wrapped in a navy blue blanket, hiding the vast majority of her body from view. I imagined that she must've come in and wrapped it around herself. She was really worried about me...and Sombra wasn't one who let anything get to her ordinarily. I guess what she saw in that garage must've shook her to the core. Not wanting to wake her, I managed to wiggle my hand free of hers as I stretched out my arms.

"I must've been asleep for a long time...but why? I don't usually take that long to heal."

I looked to my right to see the IV bag next to the bed...and it was nearly empty. I looked down at my hand to see the needle still in it. After slipping it out, I took a deep breath and let it out.

"I need to be more careful...can't allow myself to be beaten like that again. Amelie might not be so brave next time..."

I removed my shirt to check for my wounds and thankfully, they were all completely sealed. More and more, I was thankful for what Dr. Ziegler gave to us; it's saved yet another life. I wasn't entirely sure if I was going to survive...and I still had no idea how I managed to regain control of myself once I gave into my darker half.

Perhaps it was because deep down, even in all of that rage and darkness, I still loved Amelie enough to protect her. Perhaps my darker side developed a soft spot for her as it did my daughter...or maybe I was just incredibly lucky that I managed to regain control at the last moment. Whatever the reason was...it wasn't important. What mattered now was how we were going to deal with the coming circumstances.

The only way that we would ever be at peace is if the French Division of Talon is driven out of the country. Either that...or Oscar meets his end. The real question however was how would we find him. Even with Sombra's extensive resources...it would be difficult to find his exact location. The only way we would be able to find him...is if we drew him out.

"But how..."

I looked back down at Sombra before stroking her cheek gently.

"We'll find a way...I just hope that we can do so before the next attack...because I don't know how much we have left in us."

I then noticed something...something next to her chair. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was...a syringe. I quietly got off of the bed before examining it.

"...Potassium Chloride?...What the hell happened last night...why is this here?"

I gently shook Sombra awake. She opened her eyes and she looked extremely relieved to see that I was up and about again.

"Hey...was I out-"

I didn't even get to finish my sentence before she grabbed me in a hug.

"Don't you dare scare me like that again amigo...ever again..."

Her voice cracked slightly, prompting me to return the hug.

"I'm sorry Sombra." I said.
"...It's okay amigo. I know you're the hero type so I should've expected it...I've just never seen you get so hurt." she replied.

I let go of her before raising the syringe in my hand.

"Do you know anything about this?" I asked.

She looked at it and the astonished look on her face meant that she too had no clue.

"...What the hell is potassium chloride doing here?"

A chill suddenly went down my spine as the events of the previous night played back. I immediately grabbed Sombra by the shoulders.

"Sombra. Go into your room and lock it. Do not come out for any reason." I warned.
"...What's going on?" she asked.

I closed my eyes and let out a heavy breath.

"...She's back."

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After ensuring that Sombra's door was locked and that she was safe, I began to cautiously make my way through the castle. I had been to many places in Annecy...but never to a place like this.

"...This is some kind of estate. But who built this place?"

I examined the walls, noting the paintings...were old. Some covered completely in dust, others less worse for wear. Whoever owned this place previously...was definitely on the higher end of the social ladder. A few individuals came to mind, but none of them would want to have a place like this and have it run down this much...

I approached Amelie's room, only to find it locked. My eyes widened as I heard the sound of breathing. I closed my eyes and focused my senses...to find the source of the breathing. She was in there, in the left corner of the room.

"Amelie? Are you alright?" I called.

No answer. I knocked on the door and called out to her once more, but still no response. That was the last straw for me. I shoved my shoulder into the door, opening it easily. What I saw next however...shook me to my core.

She was indeed awake, but she was sitting on the bed...facing the door. But that wasn't the part that terrified me...no.

Her eyes were yellow. I clenched my fists, only to receive a smirk from her.

"So you're awake? You're lucky that she managed to stop me." she said.

I knew she wasn't referring to Sombra because she had no idea where the syringe came from...and it was then that I immediately deduced that this was someone else speaking. This wasn't Amelie Lacroix...the woman I loved.

"What have you done with her?" I demanded.

She smiled and shook her head.

"There's no need to worry cherie. I've made peace with her. I'm merely here to speak to you myself."

I was very wary; this was the infamous assassin talking, not the woman I loved. Only a few hours before, she was perfectly fine...but now, her alter ego had to have come out for a reason. I cautiously took a seat after she invited me to come next to her, never once taking my eyes off of her hands. She smiled before raising them.

"Believe me. If I wanted you dead, I'd have done so last night...I'm here to discuss some things with you."
"And what does that entail?"

She looked towards the bed before letting out a deep sigh.

"You don't know the details...but I was born long before Talon kidnapped Amelie." she said.

I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"
"I was the one that Amelie sought comfort from whenever her childhood was too much for her to handle." she explained.

My eyes widened for a brief moment; it had just occurred to me that I didn't know a thing about her prior to her life with Gerard.

"When she was kidnapped by Talon, I managed to save her mind by locking her away...so I was the one who suffered the brainwashing. It was because of me, that she's still alive."

The sniper then proceeded to tell me everything she knew about Amelie from the moment of her creation. It was horrifying to learn just how rough her life was before she met Gerard; I couldn't imagine witnessing my father abuse my mother and then being powerless to do anything about it. It was then that I also discovered that she was formerly a member of the Guillard crime family. Her father was a name that was known by Talon and more than once, I had filled contracts requested by a Giuseppe Guillard. I didn't think for a moment that one of my clients in the past would turn out to be her own father.

She also told me what happened concerning the syringe, and yet again...Amelie saved my life. If she didn't manage to calm Widowmaker down...there was a very high chance that I would no longer be breathing right now.

"What's going to happen now? Are you and her working together now?" I asked.

She nodded before smiling.

"We don't share the same memories...not yet anyway. She won't know a thing I just told you." she requested.

I nodded slowly but much to my surprise, she closed the distance between us, looking me dead in the eyes.

"...I can see why she cares about you so much. You're a good man Specter Of Annecy." she said.

Her yellow eyes were strange to behold; replacing her heart with mine should've undone all of the biological alterations Talon made. Perhaps this was just a result of the drug that's still in her system?

It was then that I suddenly realized...that I could've done more. If I had made my move sooner to help her, perhaps I could've saved some of the lives that she took.

Maybe Mondatta would still be alive right this moment if I had simply acted sooner.

"...I'm sorry."

She raised an eyebrow.

"For what?"
"For not being there for her. I watched her for a very long time but it took you stopping at Gerard's grave for me to finally make a move."

She looked at me with genuine surprise before nodding and smiling.

"I...bore that burden for a very long time. But now we have a chance to be free of all this...I only ask that you take care of her. She's been through enough as it is."

I held her hand and squeezed it before nodding.

"I will. You'll be watching from the sidelines won't you?"

She smiled at me and nodded.

"If you mistreat her, I won't hesitate to snap your neck."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." I replied.

Though her words were initially cold, I noticed that her face softened from what looked like anger...to complete relaxation. Her tone was slightly cold but she leaned nearer to me for a moment. She then astonishingly, pressed her lips to mine. I flinched in response, causing her to laugh softly.

"Okay...perhaps I will hesitate slightly."

Her eyes closed before she fell to the bed. Feeling concerned, I leaned over her and lifted her head into my lap. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, but they were back to their normal blue.

"Amelie?"

She responded by sitting up and looking back at me.

"...What did she tell you?" she asked.

I raised a hand, urging her to calm down.

"Nothing terrible...but I didn't know that you were previously a member of the Guillard family." I said.

She put her right hand on her left arm and nodded slowly.

"...I was going to be a professional dancer. My father made sure that I practiced every day." she explained.
"I'm sorry about what you had to witness when you were young...that couldn't have been easy for you."

She nodded before reaching out and touching my cheek.

"I'm much stronger than I was since then...I won't stand by and watch anything like that happen anymore."

I smiled, now glad to see that she was back to her normal self. She then got to her feet. I took this as my cue to leave the room, but she immediately raised a hand.

"Wait there...there's something I want to show you. Give me a few minutes?" she asked.

Her face looked a little embarrassed, which caused me to think that it was some kind of family album or something that she managed to find in the room. Now feeling genuinely curious, I sat back down and nodded.

"Alright. I'll be right here."

She stepped into the bathroom before closing the door. I took the chance to look around the room, now noticing that a great deal of these pictures were of her parents and herself. There were a few of her dressed in a ballet dress, as well as some pictures depicting her practice with various instruments. I guess Giuseppe Guillard was relying on her to be an excellent live performer, whether it was by dancing or playing music. Evidently, she was good at both of them considering how many certificates were framed and on the wall.

She was the top of her class at ballet, something I expected considering her previous reputation...but I didn't for a moment anticipate just how good she actually was. I noticed a cabinet that was covered with a black sheet. I pulled it down, only to see that it was full to the brim with awards. The vast majority of them were for dancing performances...and seeing these only made me angrier at Talon for ruining her life.

"She could've lived a better life than killing others...if only they hadn't done what they did. She could be a worldwide phenomenon with her skills."

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply before examining the lower shelf. There weren't as many awards, instead only a few small trophies...but the space was filled with pictures. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a younger version of Amelie sitting in front of a piano. I couldn't believe how cute she looked as a teenager and I could've only assumed that she was easily the most beautiful girl in her year. The number of guys that probably tried to ask her out...or get her to notice them.

"Even without Widowmaker's influence, she's still quite the tease."

I chuckled to myself as I stepped away from the cabinet and looked to the top of it. It was empty...but above it was a large painting.

"Those must be her parents...her mother was beautiful."

A large portrait of who I assumed to be Giuseppe and Milan Guillard sat in front of me. Milan was sitting in a chair, Giuseppe was at her left side while she had a hand on Amelie's shoulder, who was to her right. They were dressed in rather traditional clothes, almost as if they were going for a classical look on purpose. I smiled upon noticing how beautiful Amelie looked in that crimson red dress...

"I'd better stop poking my nose into her past...she'll tell me more about it if she wants to."

I took my seat and laid back as my thoughts immediately began to drift back to our plan of action. I looked to my watch and after pressing a few buttons, I managed to bring up a holographic screen of Sombra's room.

"...She's finally sleeping. Good. I can't imagine how worried she was when she brought us here."

The hacker was covered with sheets and had finally decided to rest her eyes. She evidently had full faith that I would be able to handle what she assumed to be a reawakened Widowmaker. Thankfully, this wasn't the case...because I don't think I would be able to lift a finger to harm her.

A few more minutes passed before the bathroom door opened.

"Close your eyes." she said.

I did as she asked without turning back and after roughly a minute, I felt her familiar warmth on my lap. After I felt her hand on my cheek, I opened my eyes...only to have my heart rate quintuple and my eyes widened likely enough to look like dinner plates.

She was wearing a lilac colored set of satin lingerie that resembled a nightgown. It showed a great deal of her cleavage and was just a little short for her legs, which exposed the vast majority of them to my eyes. Her chocolate hair was pinned up in her typical style. Though I knew this wasn't her natural color, it still suited her perfectly. Curves and contours galore awaited my eyes as I nervously tried to keep calm. After noting just how gorgeous she looked, I looked at her face...to see that she looked damned near drunk with passion. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was heavy and her blue eyes refused to leave mine for even a moment. I could only imagine the assault of hormones that was going through her...and my conscience immediately tried to act. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but she stopped me.

"...Aiden...I don't know what the future holds for us...but I don't want either of us to meet our end...without this happening."

She kissed me, but in a far more teasing and seductive manner than she had done before. I barely managed to keep calm, as I began to notice how amazing she smelled. The scent of lavender and lilacs began to fill my nose and for some reason, she looked significantly more beautiful...as if my eyes had adjusted to see her in some kind of extreme definition. Perhaps it was the flood of hormones that was now making its way through my body at a rampant pace...and this time, I couldn't escape it. I couldn't use the excuse of rushing because now more than ever...we had no idea if either of us would survive another day. The previous night proved all to well...that even I was very much mortal.

"...Are you sure Amelie?" I replied.

She nodded gingerly as she pulled me over her, forcing me to use my hands to keep myself above her. She leaned her neck back slightly and relaxed her shoulders a bit, allowing the straps of the gown to slip downward. This was the first time since the day I gave her the ultrasound that I had seen her so exposed...and I knew it was only going to escalate from here on out. After taking a moment to finally let go of any remaining doubt, I lowered my mouth to her neck and began to feverishly plant kisses along it. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and moaning softly.

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I couldn't remember a time that I had felt so...safe. So loved...and so thrilled.

Though I remembered my times with Gerard...they for some reason didn't feel as real as what was happening now. I probably pressured him a little too much to act because I could see the conflict within him. Even though we were officially a couple now...I could tell that he still had some doubt left in him. Perhaps it was because this happened so soon after our previous encounter, where he only barely managed to stop himself.

I would've honestly given in right then and there...but I understood his train of thought. We were supposed to have continued a normal lifestyle and perhaps it would've been a little more suitable if Sombra wasn't around. Though I do love her dearly and I've grown to thoroughly enjoy her company...I don't think I could allow myself to give in completely if I knew she was around. Now? Sombra was on the other side of the castle and the only thing keeping Aiden and I apart from each other were the clothes that covered our bodies.

And I knew it was only a matter of time before they found the ground. Aiden assaulted my senses with his gentle kisses, showing a level of skill and passion that I couldn't find a comparison to. I was forced to seduce several of my targets in the past which required me to learn the art of foreplay...but he was completely blowing anything I've done out of the water. Not a single man I've been with has managed to get me to melt like this.

His hands didn't waste a movement as they explored my exposed skin, sending shivers and waves of heat through every orifice of my body. I was already in euphoria by the time he reached my collarbone. Once he touched it, I felt myself squirm a little; he had found my sensitive spot. As if he noticed it, he placed butterfly kisses across it, never letting the warmth he developed on my body fade for a moment. Even though the night air was cold...it seemed to be doing absolutely nothing to cool me down at the moment.

I started to moan his name in a desperate attempt at releasing some of the pleasure that was building up within me. Soon, I couldn't maintain my grip on his head, my arms dropping helplessly to the bed as he continued to magnify the warmth. His hands reached my waists and gently ghosted over my thighs, pausing very briefly to give them a subtle squeeze. It wasn't one of teasing...but of admiration. Somehow, I was able to tell what his intentions were, even though neither of us were saying a word. His hands continued southbound until they happened upon my rear. I leaned up slightly to allow him to touch and he didn't disappoint in the slightest as his skillful hands fondled wherever they could.

Normally, I would find this annoying because for some reason, it was the only part of my body that men tended to enjoy...but I knew him better than that. Aiden loved me so much that he would be perfectly happy with just seeing my face...and that was a fact that I adored about him.

He was genuine. He was honest...he was real.

He stopped kissing my collarbone and made his way back to my lips, silencing my uncontrollable moans. I slid my tongue across his lips and he immediately granted me entrance. I took the chance to fling my arms around his neck as I tried to get as much of him as I could. I received a soft grunt in response, indicating that he liked what I was doing. Our tongues battled each other for about a minute until I somehow managed to overwhelm him. I didn't know if it was because he was too caught up in his own pleasure, or if he allowed me to take control out of curiosity...whatever the reason, I wasn't about to waste it.

I pushed forward, reversing our positions except he ended up leaning against the wall behind him. I took the chance to remove his shirt. I nearly gasped in astonishment at what I saw next.

Sombra always told me about the numerous scars that Aiden had during his time as an assassin. Even though he completed the vast majority of his contracts without missing a beat, the training he endured left his body scarred and battered. However, the surgery that Dr. Ziegler did had somehow restored his body back to normal with the exception of a scar that went across his chest. The wound that was on his stomach from the sword slash earlier...was gone without a trace. I could only assume that the scar on his chest was something that would take more than just surgery to repair. I ran my hand across his torso, noting just how toned her was.

He was by no means a large man in terms of muscle. Though he stood two inches taller than me, he somehow managed to maintain a very slim build. I didn't know whether to attribute it to his enhanced metabolism as a super soldier, or just how healthy of a lifestyle he lived. I imagined that he trained his body everyday to stay in shape in addition to eating nothing but healthy homecooked meals...but whatever his routine was...

"He's easily one of...if not the best looking man I've ever seen."

My hand ghosted over his scar as I sighed softly.

"Where did you get this one?" I asked.
"It was made with a blade coated with a compound designed to maintain the scar...it was to remind me of the training I endured to get here." he replied.

It wasn't a grotesque scar...but he still seemed ashamed of it as he turned away. I shook my head and used my hand to turn him back to face me.

"You don't have to be ashamed." I whispered.

He paused for a moment before nodding in acknowledgement as his crimson eyes stared deeply into mine. Even though I was used to him doing that...he somehow always managed to look as if he was staring into my soul. After a few seconds, he blinked and took a deep breath.

"...I'm not used to this."

His eyes narrowed slightly and he appeared a little discouraged.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He let out another heavy breath.

"...I guess I'm still hesitant...because of him."

I placed a hand on his cheek.

"I meant what I said before...I don't think there's another man alive that he would've trusted to take care of me...even you need a moment's reprieve."

I stroked it slowly, attempting to dissolve the remaining doubt within him. It absolutely amazed me that he was still able to think logically about all of this; any other man would've likely lost himself to his hormones. He however...somehow managed to continue thinking straight.

"If I didn't want any of this to happen...I wouldn't be in your arms right now. You know that." I whispered.

His will to resist continue to dissolve and I could see him beginning to relax a little more. In order to further clear his doubt, I took his hands in mine before guiding them to my breasts. He looked on in mild astonishment. I gave him an assuring smile before cupping both his cheeks with my hands.

"You've more than shown how much you love me Aiden...but now I want you to prove it."

I brought my mouth to his ear.

"I need you...if even for a night..."

In the next moment, he brought his face near to mine, his crimson eyes now turning to slits. Clearly, my words had the impact they needed to...but he still looked at me, almost pleadingly. I softened my face before nodding.

"It's okay Aiden...I truly want this...I was ready from the night this almost happened." I explained.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and after a few moments, he leaned towards me.

"...If you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to stop me."

His lips found their way to my neck and somehow, he managed to melt me a second time. My body became mush, my hands fell helplessly to his legs and I was soon completely at his mercy. He blew everything he did previously out of the water and it wasn't long before I was so overwhelmed with pleasure, it began to disrupt my senses.

Sweet, soothing...yet maddening warmth filled my body as I felt his hands begin to explore the rest of my body. He again was never overly zealous or eager, instead masterfully hovering over the line between teasing and passionate stimulation. I couldn't think of anything I've experienced that's driven me so insane with longing. For someone who hasn't been with a woman for so long...he was incredible with his hands and lips.

I lowered myself to the bed as I felt him begin to reach for the hem of my nightgown. I managed to regain feeling in my arms for a few moments and stretched upwards, allowing him to remove the garment. For some reason, I felt intense heat in my cheeks once I saw how impressed he appeared, his eyes scanning every inch of my newly exposed skin and pausing briefly on my bra and panties. Even though he was silent, I could tell exactly what was going through his mind. After looking at my body for a brief moment, he returned to his assault on my senses, only this time he was daring enough to have his hands find their way towards my womanhood. It was then...that I was pushed to the greatest euphoria I had ever known.

I had to grit my teeth to hold back the yelp that almost followed as a stunning wave of electricity flowed surged through my body. He again wasn't eager, instead slowly and surely teasing me enough to drive me insane, but not enough to overwhelm me completely. His lips moved from my neck to my chest as he paused to once again admire the bra. It was the very same bra that Sombra chose for me that day we went to the mall...and he was certainly not in the least disappointed with my choice of garments. He kissed the outer layer of the garment before looking me in the eyes, non-verbally asking if it was okay for him to remove it. I responded with a smile.

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I couldn't think of anything else I've experienced...that was more difficult to resist. If I didn't think that Amelie Lacroix was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen...it was surely proven now. As much as I loved Lisa...I couldn't deny that Amelie was better looking.

From her incredible curves and contours to her immaculate skin...I couldn't find a flaw in her despite trying my hardest to. It was maddening enough to see her in that lilac nightgown...but once I removed it and caught sight of that onyx lace set...it was as if someone set fire to my heart. For the very first time, I was truly at a loss for words.

The set was lacy, right down to the hem of her bra and the lining of her panties...and for some reason, that color managed to outdo the lilac before it. It was accented by small red ribbons with golden edges...something that I didn't even know existed. It was crazy to think that she would've even accepted me...let alone being here right now.

Looking at her this way made me think back to the few times I ended up staring at her. As much as I hated to admit it, there were times where I couldn't help but stare at her whenever she woke up in just a shirt and panties, or when she took a shower and came into the room in nothing but a towel. I didn't consider myself a pervert in the slightest...but there were times I just couldn't help myself; a man doesn't simply ignore such beauty on a regular basis.

Now...the only things keeping the rest of her body hidden from view were the bra and panties. Even though I didn't want to remove them, I knew that things would escalate even more. I didn't think that things would've reached the stage they're at now...so I forced myself to let go of my morals and enjoy the moment.

After admiring her body one last time, I subtly unclasped her bra after seeing that she was okay with it and once I moved it out of the way, I began to touch. Just as I thought, she immediately squirmed beneath me, trying hard to not lose her cool. I decided to take it more slowly; the last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable or helpless. I recaptured her lips as I used my left hand to gently rub her left breast. She moaned right down my throat as her hands found their way to the back of my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair. I moved away from her lips and lowered my mouth to one of her nipples before engulfing it. She inhaled a sharp breath and her grip tightened, but she didn't try to discourage me in the least.

My tongue explored as much of the enclosed area as it could, eliciting intense moans from her lips. I continued for about a minute before I repeated the process with the other breast. By the time I was finished, she was panting heavily, evidently having trouble processing the waves of hormones I had no doubt opened the floodgates to. She then looked me deep in the eyes and the look on her face told me only one thing:

More. I need more.

Seeing no reason to keep her waiting, I looked towards her violet panties. I placed my hands on the strap before looking back at her eyes. Even though I knew she would say yes, I wanted to ensure I wasn't going too fast for her liking. The subtle smile she gave me indicated that she had no objection. She leaned back onto the bed, fully placing her trust in me as I brought my face to her womanhood.

In the next moment, I noticed her eyes shifted to yellow and instead of the nervous, panting woman that was just there, Widowmaker had taken her place. She smirked at me, despite blushing profusely. Evidently, the hormones were still affecting her, but she had much more control than Amelie.

"My turn."

She immediately pushed forward, overpowering me and sending me back to the wall. Before I could even utter a word, she ground her hips against mine, sending an unknown thousand volts of electricity through every orifice of my body. I gritted my teeth and just barely managed to hold back a grunt. She smiled deviously at me as her hands found their way to my pants. She teasingly unclasped the waist before kissing me. She was nothing like Amelie before her, instead displaying complete mastery of the art of teasing. Her hands hovered just high enough to drive me crazy with lust with every touch she gave, her lips balanced on the line between teasing and passionate perfectly and she did not stop grinding her hips against mine.

She had completely turned the tables on me...and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

Though I knew this was the very same assassin that murdered my best friend...I didn't feel endangered in the slightest by her presence. Maybe it was because of the talk I just had with her, perhaps it was because I now knew that she and Amelie were now getting along...or maybe some part of me just wanted a woman who could drive me just as crazy as I could her. Whatever the case was, she continued to push the boundaries, slowly enough to make me damn near lose my cool but also quickly enough to never allow the inferno inside of me to let up.

She leaned off of me and quickly pulled my pants off, leaving me only in my black boxers. She smirked before giving me a devious look.

"Someone is glad to see me." she said with a wink.

She looked towards my crotch before using one of her hands to tease it. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to remain in control, but my resistance ebbed away more and more with every passing second. It wasn't long before the fire within me had completely overwhelmed my judgement.

I instantly regained feeling in my legs and arms, pouncing on the opportunity to grab her in my arms and swiftly make my way over to the wall. I did my best not to slam her too hard, but it was difficult to stop the momentum. Widowmaker however, didn't seem even remotely affected by the impact. If anything, the impact somehow managed to entice her even more as she gave me yet another devious smile. She crashed her lips onto mine again and I took the chance to get a generous feel of her thighs and rear. The soft growl she breathed down my throat indicated that she held no objection to my actions.

Our liplock intensified more and more until we finally broke away for needed oxygen. However, she immediately pressed her weight forward, catching me off guard and causing me to stumble back towards the bed. As soon as I landed, she grabbed onto my crotch once more, but this time she began to stroke it rather than simply tease it. She then leaned up, glaring at my eyes to tell me one simple thing:

Lose the underwear.

After initially beginning to push them down, she took over as she yanked it right down my legs. Once she discarded it to the ground, she made her way back to my lips. A maddening wave of pleasure pulsated through my body once my manhood began to feel her thighs rub against it. I let out an involuntarily groan, causing her to laugh softly. Her hand once again found its way to my length and now that there was no cloth separating her fingers from it, the pleasure intensified even more. My hands went numb and soon, I simply allowed her to have her way. She didn't disappoint, almost expertly driving my senses into euphoria with her skillful hands. After several seconds of torture, she suddenly stopped and I felt her weight come off of my body. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes in an attempt to find out what she was doing, only to see that she had removed her panties and was now crawling back towards me.

"...I'll be back another time. I think she's earned the first time of many."

She closed her eyes and after a split second, they reopened to reveal Amelie's blue eyes. She then started to blush profusely as she realized that she was completely naked...as was I. She then began to put everything together...now realizing that Widowmaker had effectively done the foreplay for her. Now...the only thing that was left was for our bodies to meet.

However...I saw fear in her eyes.

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Feeding frenzies in my brain

I'm hopeful everyday

Gotta get it while we are still young enough to break

We're finally not afraid

~ o ~

...That's the last time I give my alter ego an inch to have some fun. And that's also the last time that I decide to close my eyes and let her do as she wishes.

It was incredibly embarrassing to be sitting on top of Aiden...having absolutely no idea how things escalated this much. My body was fully aware of it as the hormones have just about tripled in intensity. Even though Widowmaker had done most of the work, I still had to pant in order to prevent myself from going insane from the rush of adrenaline. Aiden appeared to notice my discomfort and he leaned up carefully to meet my gaze. He was cradling me once more in his lap, his hands coming to rest on my waist. His crimson eyes scanned mine and even though I knew he too was going insane from his own hormones, he had far better control of his body than I ever did. He could resist all of those feelings...while I could barely process it.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

His voice was soothing and even though I was angry at myself for letting my alter ego go so far...I felt my rage begin to recede upon seeing his undying concern for me. He raised a hand and rested it on my cheek before stroking it gently. To respond to his question and hopefully alleviate some of his concern, I nodded. He seemed convinced enough, but his eyes didn't leave mine for an instant. His face was flushed red and I could hear and feel his heart trying to jump through his chest, but he still somehow managed to remain calm and coherent. Any lesser man would've already given in and had his way with me...but he didn't.

"She's not here right now Amelie...it's only you and I."

His words continued to wash my anger away until I was right back to the way I was before when he was pleasuring me...soft and slightly timid. He however kissed my forehead and leaned his against mine.

"...It's been a while. Both of us." he whispered.

I nodded in agreement, noting that the last time I had any sort of intimate relation with a man was during my honeymoon with Gerard. That was more than a decade ago...and it also explained why it was so difficult for me to be strong. It didn't help that Aiden was just so good at making me feel pleasure...but he always managed to strike the delicate balance of pleasure and love. I knew for a fact now that he would do anything for me. If I asked him to jump, he would reply with how high. If I asked him to jump off a cliff, he would do it without hesitation...if I asked him to make love to me, he would do it without a second thought.

"Aiden...make me feel like a woman again."

His eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by my request but I offered him a smile before nodding.

"...I barely remember the last time I've felt so good...please...give me more."

He took a breath before looking down towards my womanhood. I immediately leaned away slightly before using one of my hands to guide his length toward it. I looked back at him to see that he was smiling. After allowing him to get a grip on my thighs, I impaled myself with his manhood. I was immediately assaulted with an absolutely maddening wave of pain and pleasure. I involuntarily let out a loud moan in an effort to quell the feeling...but it was to no avail like beforehand. This was something I had absolutely no control over and it seemed as if every time I tried to regain control, it would slip further away.

I panted heavily and it took me a few moments to jolt my body back to a coherent state. Hearing him groan loudly a split second after my movement indicated that he too was feeling a mad rush of white hot pleasure. After having not done this for so long...it was painful. Sure I had seduced numerous men while Widowmaker was in control, but she promised me that she did not actually sleep with any of them. I guess I could only take her word for it...but she had a lot more things to tell me once all of this was over.

I was jolted from my thought process as I felt Aiden move inside of me, almost in an exploratory manner. He was evidently trying to find out if I felt any kind of discomfort. So I responded by pulling back before pushing in again, once again feeling him inside of me. I gasped for air and moaned even more loudly. He grabbed firm handfuls of my rear and immediately placed his lips on my neck, kissing and nibbling across every inch of exposed skin that he could find. My bouncing became more intense and frantic, as the pain subsided and was replaced with unimaginable euphoria. My hands locked tightly around his neck and I crashed my lips into his as I sped up even more.

At first, I tried to muffle my moans using his lips out of fear of Sombra discovering what we were doing...but eventually, the pleasure became so great that I completely stopped caring. All that mattered to me now was getting as much of him as I could before I ran out of steam. I pushed forward, lowering him to the bed as I pinned him with my hands. Before he could question my motives, I began to almost violently grind my hips against him, causing him to let out a sound half way between a groan and a moan. His hands didn't leave my thighs, but his head fell to the bed and once he closed his eyes, I knew I had him cornered. I focused all of my energy into my lower body and continued to grind him progressively harder. Soon, the collisions between our bodies were audible.

I managed to keep my pace for roughly a minute...then I noticed that he had somehow regained all of his senses. He immediately sat up, cradling me once again as he brought me down to the bed. He positioned himself over me, using his hands to keep himself suspended above me as he began to thrust. A whole new sensation poured through my body and my previous vice grip around his neck grew looser with each and every thrust until finally, I let go and gave into the hormones.

This was easily the most pleasure I've ever felt thus far in my life. And upon hearing my alter ego snicker and approve, she seemed jealous enough for this to be the case for her as well. My moans turned to soft screams and I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to process the electricity going through every orifice of my body. He didn't relent for even a moment...if anything, he was increasing his pace and intensity. He lasted far longer than I did as he kept his pace for what felt like an eternity to me until he too seemed to tire. Upon examining his face, I could tell that the only reason he wasn't crying out was because he just wasn't that kind of person. Reading his facial expression told me that he was enjoying this just as much, if not more than I was.

My lower body suddenly began to feel hot, much hotter than anything I had felt thus far and I knew what was coming next. I took one last look at him through my cracked eyes to see that he was gritting his teeth, his eyes also closed tightly. The inferno within my lower body then immediately spread to the rest of it and I felt my back unconsciously arch upwards as I let out an intense scream. The pleasure reached it's peak and after a few seconds, I felt him spill himself inside me. I wasn't sure if he was aware that he did that, or if he intentionally did so, but he immediately lost all of his strength. He just barely managed to keep one of his arms extended, preventing him from falling on top of me. While he had already climaxed...mine continued to assault my senses, so much so that I couldn't believe it was possible to feel this good.

My body began to relax after a few minutes, but Aiden already lowered himself on top of me, his head resting next to mine as he panted heavily. Once I regained feeling in my limbs, I hugged him to me and smiled.

"...You've proven yourself." I teased.

I heard him laugh softly and he lifted himself above me once more to look at me. Much to my surprise, his eyes had changed.

"Yellow..."

Those eyes only ever showed when he was angry or when he was under great emotional duress. I saw conflict in his face...and after a few more seconds, I saw his eyes fade...but not into crimson.

No. They were now green.

He smiled at me and let out a heavy breath before giving me a sincere look.

"Amelie...I want you to know something."

He held one of my hands before kissing it.

"...My life is yours."

He closed his eyes and let out another breath.

"I spent a very long time trying to find a purpose...and now I know I have found it at last. And that purpose...is to be with you Amelie Lacroix."

He kissed my forehead before noticing the look on my face.

"You've freed me from my past. That's why my eyes are no longer red."

I was confused at his words but he raised a hand.

"My eyes were crimson because they represented my refusal to let go of my past...of all the wrongs I've committed. Now...I've finally forgiven myself. And it's all thanks to one thing."

He brought my hand to his chest and over his heart.

"You Amelie. No matter where you go...no matter what happens...I'll follow you to the end."

Feeling my heart swell with an indescribable warmth, I kissed his lips briefly before gathering my words.

"...I love you Aiden."

My words came out a lot more bluntly than I was hoping for, but he clearly felt touched as I felt something wet on my chest. I looked to see that he was shedding tears and nodding. His face was at its happiest...and yet he was shedding tears.

"I love you too."

It was difficult to believe...but feeling this way about him. Now I was sure.

I was alive again.

(A/N): Special thanks to my friend Martin for the beautiful cover photo. You guys can check out his Deviantart at MaytexisZock.