“Not all things that make you beautiful are seen, milochka,” she murmurs softly.

Yelena gasps, arching slightly when Kate hits a ticklish spot as she drags her nails lightly up her spine. “You know, they say assuming things is bad for everyone involved,” she teases playfully, a smirk on her face.

A tiny, contented noise hums in the back of her throat. She nips lightly at Kate’s lip, fingers curling into the material of her shirt as Yelena deepens the kiss even further.