How on earth did the words 'immediate corrective action' just sound hot? There's no way that should be possible. And yet. Not that Kate is in any way complaining about it - exactly the opposite.
That next sentence, on the other hand - pleasure, and again with saying her name like that - her reaction to that is entirely predictable, sucking in a deep breath and nearly thunking her head back against the headboard. "To hear - god, Yelena. I wanna give you whatever you want." It'd be cool if Kate could claim the way she just said Yelena's name was also some intentional seductive move, but the want in her tone and the breathlessness are outside of her control.
"You haven't - what's the real challenge?" Oh, the places her imagination just went.
She might have gotten lost there again a little bit, but 'manhandle me a little, I might like it' very cleanly cuts through any other mental noise - and creates some of its' own. How does everything Yelena says have at least a handful of delicious mental images attached to it? It's almost a shame that right now she very eagerly just wants to keep Yelena on top of her like this. Save that invitation for later. For now, Kate takes the opportunity to nuzzle back into the curve of her neck, the kisses and little nips she trails over that warm skin more firm now that her self control and nerves have both ebbed, and slips her hands up the sides of Yelena's shirt, just high enough that it's nothing but bare skin under her palms and fingertips, tracing little shapes. "You're so soft."
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Date: 2023-06-13 07:39 pm (UTC)That next sentence, on the other hand - pleasure, and again with saying her name like that - her reaction to that is entirely predictable, sucking in a deep breath and nearly thunking her head back against the headboard. "To hear - god, Yelena. I wanna give you whatever you want." It'd be cool if Kate could claim the way she just said Yelena's name was also some intentional seductive move, but the want in her tone and the breathlessness are outside of her control.
"You haven't - what's the real challenge?" Oh, the places her imagination just went.
She might have gotten lost there again a little bit, but 'manhandle me a little, I might like it' very cleanly cuts through any other mental noise - and creates some of its' own. How does everything Yelena says have at least a handful of delicious mental images attached to it? It's almost a shame that right now she very eagerly just wants to keep Yelena on top of her like this. Save that invitation for later. For now, Kate takes the opportunity to nuzzle back into the curve of her neck, the kisses and little nips she trails over that warm skin more firm now that her self control and nerves have both ebbed, and slips her hands up the sides of Yelena's shirt, just high enough that it's nothing but bare skin under her palms and fingertips, tracing little shapes. "You're so soft."