“Then you are excelling so far,” she grins widely at her. She can’t even begin to imagine all the various ways Kate might be able to simply shower her in all of those affections. But, god, she wants to know more.
There’s an eager tension in the air between them, so thick and cloying that Yelena can almost taste it on her tongue.
That same tongue darts out against her lips a moment later. “What do you want your prize to be? Hmm…?” She lets her fingers graze lightly across the inside of Kate’s wrist- pulse points are always so sensitive. “You have something special in mind? Something you wish to try… or something you would like to see me in?” She chuckles lightly, carding her fingers through Kate’s hair.
“Well…” she draws the word out, like she’s considering something. “Not forever, of course,” she gives her a sly grin, “just enough to drive you crazy, make you need,” she brushes her lips against Kate’s neck, her words muttered into her skin now. “Make you want so much you can hardly stand it…”
She at nuzzles her more, taking in the scent of her. “But I always keep my promises, milochka…” she dips two fingers gently into the waistband of Kate’s jeans, just another in this long series of little teasing touches to emphasize her points. “It feels so much better this way,” she insists, “all that building and waiting and tension finally crashing like a wave…?” she groans softly at the thought.
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There’s an eager tension in the air between them, so thick and cloying that Yelena can almost taste it on her tongue.
That same tongue darts out against her lips a moment later. “What do you want your prize to be? Hmm…?” She lets her fingers graze lightly across the inside of Kate’s wrist- pulse points are always so sensitive. “You have something special in mind? Something you wish to try… or something you would like to see me in?” She chuckles lightly, carding her fingers through Kate’s hair.
“Well…” she draws the word out, like she’s considering something. “Not forever, of course,” she gives her a sly grin, “just enough to drive you crazy, make you need,” she brushes her lips against Kate’s neck, her words muttered into her skin now. “Make you want so much you can hardly stand it…”
She at nuzzles her more, taking in the scent of her. “But I always keep my promises, milochka…” she dips two fingers gently into the waistband of Kate’s jeans, just another in this long series of little teasing touches to emphasize her points. “It feels so much better this way,” she insists, “all that building and waiting and tension finally crashing like a wave…?” she groans softly at the thought.