Title: Against the rules
Chapter 16: Lemon I
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Tracer's POV
Placing my bowl on the coffee table, I sit back into the couch rubbing my stomach, I've never been fed so good.
"You're going to make me fat." I deadpanned as I feel a small swell where it is usually taught and flat. If I do get fat I won't be impressed. But I do have a high metabolism so it will disappear.
"Oh? What if that was my plan?" she asks with a slight slur to her voice making it sound so sensual that my lower stomach was throbbing.
"I doubt you'll find me attractive if I'm fat." I roll my eyes, my arms stiffly crossing over my torso. This woman was insufferable.
I see her brows crinkle in a frown as she turns to look at me, her fingers finding a way to clasp onto my crossed arms so she has all of my attention.
"It wouldn't bother me. I'll still feel the same for you." she says seriously, making sure to look into my eyes.
Why? Why did she have to be perfect?
I couldn't help the tug my lips forced, making me smile a little. She really was the sweetest.
Before I could say anything else her hands slide off of my arms as she reaches for our dishes, picking them both up before standing flawlessly without any problems.
"I'll get it love." I protest as I stand up on my feet and follow her as she takes long strides into the kitchen, I'm sure she's rubbing in the fact that she's taller.
She looks back and gives me a steady stare, a warning but a nice one. She didn't want me to help. Well she can't get everything she wants.
I carry on walking, causing Amélie's brows to raise in surprise, I guess she's used to me obeying her.
Before I could reach her she already pooped the dishes into the sink as she spins on her heel to face me.
Her hands clamp down on my hips as she presses me against the countertop, not letting me move but not hurting me either.
"I'm cleaning." her voice comes out steady and calculated, her golden eyes inspecting for any defiance in my face or body.
"I'm cleaning this time." I stubbornly whine out as I stomp my foot a little to emphasise the child tantrum I'm about to throw if she doesn't let me continue.
A small smirk forms on Amélie's face as she looks down at me, her eyes estimating every move that I could take and coming up with a counter for it.
"Non… you're going to go into your bedroom and get ready." she whispers out, her lips coming in contact with my cheek in a sweet kiss.
"But…" I start, ready to get this woman out of the kitchen with any means necessary.
But before I could continue this protest against her unfair words I feel a pair of cold, soft lips on my own. By pure instinct, my lips contour to hers, my fingers finding their way to her shoulders, those lean, solid shoulders.
Too soon did Amélie pull away, taking my brains function to work too. Her hands slide up and down my hips in a comforting gesture.
"Go Chérie… I'll be through soon." she says tenderly, showing how much I actually mean to her, causing a bright tinge to my own face.
Without another word against her, I slowly slide my hands off her shoulders and step out of her embrace, walking towards my room.
I look back halfway there and notice her eyes trained on me, like they've always looked at me. I smile softly and carry on to the room to get ready.
But ready for what? She didn't specify, did she? What does she want me to do?
As my brain folds over itself in what the blue woman ment I shut the door behind me, not closing it completely but also making sure no one can look in.
What am I going to do?
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I stand in my wardrobe looking over the clothes that I could wear. One thing was certain though, we would be taking the relationship to the next level.
But look at the choices, or maybe no choices.
The thought of staying in my underwear lingered but that would make me look desperate.
Well I am desperate, I'm stood in a wardrobe, in my underwear, not knowing what Amélie would want me to wear, while she's cleaning the mess from dinner.
How long have I been stood here? Oh I don't care about that right now. I need to choose what to wear!
I flinch at the sudden cool hands on my bare hips, there's a comforting cool behind me and all I could think of is how I look.
"S-sorry… I didn't know what to choose and you t-took less time than I expected." I stuttered out as I blue hands encircling my waist, grazing the tight skin on my stomach.
"This is perfect for me." her whisper crept into my ear, a slight breeze touching my neck from Amélie's mouth. I shiver slightly, my body pressing closer to the taller frame.
I move my own hands to Amélie's, pulling them as close as possible to me, enjoying the feel of my womans touch.
"I can't remember doing anything with a woman… but what I am doing feels natural and… and right. If I go too far please tell me Chérie, all I know is that I want to be with you in every way possible." Amélie mutters to me, opening up to me in ways that she has never before.
I nod, about to reply before I feel her hands withdraw from my waist.
"Don't look." I hear her say quietly with some demand in her voice but also weakness.
I swallow hard as I train my eyes on the clothes in front of me. I soon hear something light hit the ground before Amélie's hands were back on my waist.
I had to force myself not to turn to face her, too obedient to the woman that means the world to me.
I hear her take a deep breath before she steps closer to me, my breathing hitches as I feel her bare cold stomach against my back.
From what I could feel it was morphed like marble and felt just as strong. Her arms wrap around my waist tightly, holding me to her, I feel full mounds on my shoulder blades and only dissatisfied that there is a bra blocking that contact.
"I- um… my body isn't… isn't the most pleasant… Can you not… judge me with it?" Amélie whispers weakly into my ear, her voice breaking once or twice during her request.
How could her body not be pleasant? It feels amazing. I just nod to her question, not being able to find the words to query what she's asked me.
Slowly, her arms slide from around my waist, allowing me to turn in her arms to look at her body.
What I saw… didn't make me think she was imperfect or disgusting, it made me angry. Angry at anyone who ever laid a finger on my Amélie.
Her torso was adorned with scars, they were everywhere that wouldn't have been seen when she has her suit on. There was long nasty ones but also small deep gashes that hasn't been allowed to be healed properly.
"Talon." I growl as I glare at one that is on her shoulder, it obviously served no purpose than just to hurt my world.
"Yes." I hear a voice I didn't recognise. I've never seen Amélie so… broken. Her eyes were trained on the floor, her shoulders slumped as she almost looked ashamed.
I hold her arm softly in place as I get up on my tiptoes to give that scar a soft kiss, I hate what they've done to her. But she's still the woman that means everything to me.
Her eyes flick to my own, brows furrowing slightly in confusion at my caring actions.
"This doesn't change the way I feel or how I think about you. You're still my Amélie." I whisper to her, my other hand reaching up to caress her face slowly.
Our faces inch together slowly, I tilt my head to the right a little to prevent the colliding of noses as we get closer.
I feel her cool lips grace my own in a soft but tender kiss, her hand reaching to my jaw to keep us connected for longer.
Our lips mushed together like putty, mending together like we were meant to be. I would be happy staying like this for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately we had to pull away for air. Amélie's forehead pressed to my own while we caught our breaths, neither of us wanting a moment apart from each other.
My Amélie recovered first. Realising that I still needed time her hands slid down my frame, gliding along my hips and down my butt, her fingers clenching at the muscles softly before she continued to my thighs.
She uses her legs to pick me up flawlessly, her hands holding my thighs as a support.
I giggle softly as I grab her face, which is lower than mine now, and place loving kisses on those soft, blue lips.
God if life was always like this I would happily take it. I feel my body moving and see Amélie is leaving the wardrobe and towards the bed.
I shift my lips to her jaw as I suck and kiss along it, being rewarded with some small groans.
I suddenly feel my back hitting the mattress, Amélie's hand on my back so I don't drop.
That hand served another purpose soon as I felt my bra slack around my breasts and her hand where the clasp used to be.
My mouth opens in shock at her, I didn't even feel her do that. And she's so eager, it's slightly arousing.
"I'm an assassin. It's my job to be unseen, or in this case, unfelt." Amélie leans down to my ear to whisper this. Her fingers slowly sliding the bra off.
"I don't know about you but I want to feel everything." I murmur to her as her lips kiss along my jaw, moving up to my ear.
"Oh you will feel everything from now on." she whispers into my ear before I gasp out at the feeling of her teeth grazing on my earlobe.
I feel her lips become tense in a smirk as she starts to suck my ear. I reach to her back and hold her close to me. How did she find a sensitive spot so quickly?
She suddenly let's go, giving the spot a soft lick before she moves back down to my lips, peppering my lips in kisses.
I slide my hands up her back, gripping her slender but strong shoulders like she was my lifeline.
I feel her hands slip down my body, her fingers finding their latch on my breasts.
A small moan escapes my mouth as her digits massage the soft flesh of my chest appendages. Her thumbs shifting to my areola as they tease the pink nubs slowly enticing a whimper out of me as they harden.
Her mouth slowly trails down my neck and upper chest as her hands still continue to work their magic on my breasts. My hands grip her shoulders as a buildup goes into my lower stomach.
My brain turns to mush the second her pink tongue flicks out to press against my right nipple. An uncontrollable moan escapes, causing Amélie's to look up and smirk as she kisses each of my nubs.
I shift my hands slowly up to her neck as she cautiously entraps my nipple in her blue lips, using her tongue to massage it while it is in there.
I flick my legs around her waist as I groan softly, her mouth changing over to give my other nipple the same treatment.
Suddenly her mouth applies pressure as she starts to suck, causing a grumble to escape me as I raise my hips for some friction to my building arousal.
I feel a stray hand glide down my stomach softly as Amélie continues to suck harder by the second. I lift my hips to meet her hand but it stops short of the desired place. Too short.
I gasp out as my nipple gets popped out of her mouth. It cooling due to the saliva all over it.
She comes back up to give me a soft, meaningful kiss. Her nose nuzzling into my face.
I slide my hands down her body slowly realising that she is too dressed. I grip the buckle of her belt and slowly undo it, pulling it out of the metal.
I then unbutton them slowly then ease the zipper down. Her black underwear was soon revealed.
I feel the material slip away as she stands up. Her hands grabbing the hem of her skinny jeans as she pushes down her legs, she sits on the edge of the bed to push them off her calves and ankles.
"How can you make that look sexy? Usually taking skinny jeans off is not aesthetically pleasing but you make it look so hot." I ramble slightly while watching her full, muscular thighs come back onto the bed.
"I used to be a ballet dancer and I have my suit. You learn to take skintight outfits off easily after that." she says as she comes back between my legs to kiss my stomach softly.
"You used to be a ballet dancer?" I ask as I reach down to hold her head softly while she nuzzles my stomach.
"I'll show you a picture some time." was all she replied before her hands slide to my hips where the hem of my underwear is causing my hips to jerks slightly in want.
She smirks again, licking just above the hem to tease my throbbing core more.
I pull her hair a little bit to try to get her to stop teasing and she actually did. She hooked her thumbs in my orange underwear and slid them down my thighs.
She tossed them aside and started to go down.
God I need her. I need her so much. But she doesn't go where I need her. Her lips caress my inner thighs, licking up some of the wetness that she caused.
Her hand reaches up and rubs my stomach as she alternates between my thighs, giving them both kisses and licks.
She looks up after a moment of doing this and smiled softly, her fingers brushing my stomach affectionately.
"Are you ready babe?" she asks from between my legs, blowing some cool air onto my most private area.
I nod quickly, expecting her to dive her head between my legs but she sat up grabbing a pillow.
"lift your hips beau." she whispers as her spare hand guides my hips. I frown softly but do as she says. She places the pillow under my hips and at the bottom of my back slightly. Her hands move to my hips as she squeezes them and gives my abdomen soft kisses.
"Do you like penetration? And where do you want my tongue?" she asks as she lowers herself on her stomach and pulling my legs onto her shoulders.
"little bit. Not too much. And can you focus it on my clit, maybe circles if you feel like it." I reply. This talk surprisingly turning me on more. Her asking me this stuff is making me think that I've been sleeping with the wrong women all of my life.
She hums in understanding before coming closer to my vulva. I suddenly feel a slick tongue flick out to embrace my core, licking up and down my lips and gently grazing my clit. I hum in pleasure, where has she been all of my life?
I feel her hands slide up my thighs slowly, her tongue dipping into my entrance slightly.
Her thumbs slowly rub my entrance as her wet muscle starts focusing on my clit, causing a small moan to come out of my chest.
Her tounge slowly licks my clit as her two digits slowly slide inside me partially, stroking my insides slowly.
I pant heavily and groan every now and again as she carries on this rhythm for a small while.
Just when I thought she'd go faster she flattens her tongue against my nub and rubbing it slowly, causing small moans to escape more vigorously.
Am I going to have to tell her like everyone else that's gone down on me? Would she agree with my request?
She continues with her pace, only driving me further to tell her my problem.
"Amélie… Can you go faster..? Please..?" I ask nervously, what if she stops because of this? What if she doesn't want sex anymore?
"Alright Chérie." she murmurs against my vagina before her mouth muscle flicks out with newfound speed and firmness.
I hiss hard as I grip her hair, pulling her closer to my area. God this feels amazing. I'm going to be cumming in no time at all.
When I thought it couldn't get any better, Amélie sends in a metaphorical curve ball. Her mouth clamps down on my clit as she sucks and flicks at the same time, her fingers thrusting inside me shallowly but full of vigour and speed.
"By the Queen… fuck! Yes Amélie!" I almost scream out as I thrust my hips in her face fast, wanting more friction.
And Amélie only got faster with her moves. Causing the build to be faster than I've ever had.
"I… I love you Amélie!" I moan loud as my climax came hard and deeper than I've ever experienced, pleasure rolled through me like waves.
Then my world turned dark.