Kate groans, imagination off again, "God, sweetheart, you're mean. You're already frying my brain here, have a little mercy."

"I'm not serious. Please don't have mercy. Of course you look good in anything, and out of anything. Unbearably good. Unreasonably good."

Oh, that's an invitation she can't do anything but take, immediately and enthusiastically, letting out an involuntary very pleased sound as soon as she gets that deeper taste of Yelena. Her hands slide further up Yelena's sides, thumbs brushing over her ribcage - maybe she's being a little bit teasing now too, it's only fair.