Title: Against the rules

Chapter 48: Tension

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Tracer's POV

It has been a couple of months since my wound and I've been confirmed to do missions and to be able to use my anchor.

I raced down to Ewa's office and blinked through the door to save time to be met with Ana sat on the desk while Ewa was between her legs. Them both bare from the waist down.

I squeak in shock at the scene and blink back out of the room. So this is why I should just try to walk through doors before blinking through a locked one.

But all that could go through my head afterwards was how myself and Amélie are yet to have sex.

Like sure I drop plenty of hints and try to seduce her but she never gets what I'm trying to do. Always leaving for work or going to sleep because she's tired.

I go back to Amélie's room after she told me last night I'll be staying with her. I know she's in there because she's off duty. I would have gone to her about a mission if she was on duty.

I blink through the door, figuring that she can't be doing anything I can't see. And I was correct. She was just sat on the bed reading through a novel. And judging my the name, it's probably written in French.

"You need to take your top off." I tell her as I take my anchor off and place it on its holder.

Amélie was wearing the black combat trousers, black combat boots and purple tight long sleeved top today.

"How come?" she asks, flipping a page and stuffing her bookmark inside. She holds the book in her lap and looks at me.

"Because I asked you to." I reply, trying to be demanding and… like Amélie when she gets demanding.

"hmm, Non." she says simply before going to open her book again. That was one hell of a curve ball. I thought she would have done it for me.

"Why?" It was my turn to ask. I won't lie I am slightly offended.

"Because I am my own woman and if I want to keep my top on I will." She says, not looking away from her book again.

Yet, she can make me take my top off? She's really playing unfair. Two can play this game.

I sigh heavily and grab my anchor off its stand, starting to pull it over my head.

"Where are you going now?" The blue woman asks, putting her book down as concern flashes over her features.

"For a run. At least time will do what I want." I mutter the last bit to myself but of course she heard it as I was buckling up the harness securely.

"It's not like that babe." Amélie says, standing up and moving towards me. Her hands clamping down on my waist so I can't dash off.

"Just forget it Amélie." I say trying to pull away from her.

"No. Don't do this." she says as she holds me tighter, her hands locking together at my back.

"Don't do what?" I say, still trying to wiggle out of her grasp.

"Don't leave me. Come talk to me on the bed and we'll sort this out." Amélie says, true vulnerability showing at her first sentence.

I sigh and nod softly. I've left her too much in the past. She deserves the chance to talk. I relax against her firm arms and cross my arms, placing my head on her chest, trying to be angry and affectionate at the same time.

Obviously this wasn't working from the slight chuckle from Amélie. Figuring that I wasn't going to move freely, Amélie picked me up, walking me over to the bed.

One arm releases my waist only to move to my legs and help them get onto the bed.

Soon, we find ourselves snug against each other on the bed, my front pressed to her side as my ear rests on her chest.

"So, mind telling me why you asked for my shirt off?" she asks to start conversation. I figure I should just be truthful.

I sigh softly and press closer to her, making her wince slightly. I frown and sit up looking over her. It dawned on me fairly quickly. I still had my harness on.

I start to unbuckle it to find blue ones replace my own, Amélie doing it for me. I smile softly, she can be such a charmer sometimes.

My harness soon finds itself on the floor, it not really needing to charge up anymore due to its replenishing batteries it has.

I press next to Amélie again, happy to feel soft against soft. I sigh again, realising that I need to answer her question.

"I was… trying to be sexy… I mean, you're so sexy when you do it to me and I was just trying to-" I was stopped by a finger on my lips and I look up at the person who did it.

Her golden eyes look down at me with sympathy and love. "Oh Chérie…" she starts before her hand moves to my hair.

Before I noticed, my hair was pulled hard, throwing my head back and exposing my neck to me wife-to-be.

"I find you very… sexy… when you're like this." she says, emphasising her French purr to make me drool more. When she said 'sexy' a jolt ran through my stomach, making it turn with desire.

She pulls my hair a little harder, making me yelp in pleasure. "You're mine." she growls quietly against my throat, her teeth coming out to graze my skin softly.

"You should probably do something about that then love." I whisper out to her, not finding any more power in me to say it any louder.

Amélie's lips curl into a smile as she presses a gentle kiss against my neck before unleashing my hair. Her hands slide down my body, taking in all the curves before coming back up front and unzipping my jacket to show the white top underneath.

The jacket was discarded to the floor, Amélie's hands sneaking up below the hem of my white shirt to grope at the skin of my stomach and move closer to my breasts.

My hands weakly clutch Amélie's shirt, pulling it out of her combat trousers and sliding my hands under to feel her defined stomach.

She pulls away softly, her hands moving to her own shirt before pulling it from the bottom hem over her head and throwing it aside.

I sit up and capture her lips in my own as my hand cups her bra covered breast. Her breasts aren't as large as mine but they still are sexy as fuck.

Her hands move to my waist and pull me on her thigh, teasing my shirt up. I sit up to let her remove it before going back to kiss her, our breasts touching slightly.

"Hmm. Can I use it?" Amélie asks against my lips, her hands stroking my butt slowly, squeezing when appropriate.

"You can do whatever you want to me." I whisper as I sit up closer to her, pressing my nose into hers while my hands glide over her sides and stomach.

"Thank you." she says placing a soft kiss to my lips before my world gets turned the other way around.

Amélie has spun me so she's on top, her thigh pressed into my nethers and her head hanging over my own.

Her hand comes up to caress my cheek softly before lowering herself to nuzzle her nose into my own. "I love you Lena." she whispers.

"I love you too."

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"Ah! Fuck!" I moan out to only receive a firm smack on the butt and harder thrusts inside of me from the strapon that Amélie was wearing.

"No swearing." She growls, before placing my legs on her shoulders and thrusting at a faster pace.

"nunnnnnnn! Ahh! A-Amélie." I moan out, throwing my head back at how good all these sensations feel. I feel a cramp in my legs from tensing up so much and try to relax some. Only to tighten them around her shoulders as I feel another orgasum coming on.

"F-Faster." I moan, it being the only thing I could manage. Amélie being the hero she is, compiled to my need, her skin slapping into my own with vigor and strength that only a 1,000 men could hold.

I hiss and moan out, my legs coming off of her shoulders and my hands grabbing her head, bringing her close as I feel the hard rock of it come over me as it's the most powerful orgasum yet.

I gasp and images soon flash before my eyes.

I was sat down, on the couch, my knees up and a cover over me as I watch TV.

Next, Amélie comes in, stripping off her coat and tossing it aside before kneeling beside me and taking the cover away slightly.

Under the covers was a large swell where my belly is, Amélie gently places her hand on it, leaning down to kiss the bulge softly. My hand reaches down and plays with her black hair as she snuggles up to the stomach, treating it like a monument to pray at.

"Lena?" I hear as I breathe heavily, coming out of the vision I just had. Amélie looks down at me with so much concern and love it makes my heart swell.

"Are you alright?" She asks, her hands holding my face to show affection and care.

Tears come to my eyes as I nod.

"I'm perfect."