"You know, I think you're probably one of the smartest people I have ever met. I mean, you're just regularly taking in so much more info from everything around you than most of the population and then sifting through it for anything useful or anything that might become useful. I can't even imagine how busy it gets up there." Kate cups the back of Yelena's head, tugging her in to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Which just makes it absolutely bonkers to me that this is what your brain has picked to be just plain wrong about. Scared of you? When I was literally just a pain in your ass, you were protecting me, and you think I should be scared of you? That just doesn't make any sense, sweetheart, I'm sorry. And as for these hands... no, I can't agree with that either. Look how gentle they are." She reaches out and cradles Yelena's free hand in between hers, tracing her fingertips over it. "Every beyond shitty thing you've been through and now here we are and they're gentle. Seems like a way more important description to me."
She smiles again, small and watery, crowding closer into the other girls space when she presses their foreheads together. “Hmm… it can be very loud sometimes, yes…” Noiseless static, most of the time.
“Call me that more, maybe? I like that…” has she ever been anyone’s sweetheart? Maybe before the Red Room, but those memories are mostly blurry.
She takes in a slow, deep breath, “You are going to make me cry, stop it.” She murmurs mostly to herself, swiping one hand under each eye.
It's really a shame for that smile to be small. Kate shifts forward just enough to kiss it, in the hopes that might make it grow a little. And also just because she can't resist, too, to be fair.
"If you like it, I will absolutely call you that more, sweetheart." Is it too much to use it again immediately? Oh, well. "I'm not trying to make you cry. If you're going to talk badly about yourself, though, I gotta tell you the truth."
Mm, that's more than a success - Kate's plan succeeded and then she got a second, deeper kiss or of it, too.
And then she gets Yelena all tucked into her again, which simultaneously is so relaxing and also gives her goosebumps and makes her heart race. The idea that she's not the lucky one here is just absurd. "We don't need to think about that. Far as I'm concerned you can stay right there for like forever."
“Oh yeah?” she mumbles against her shoulder, her lips brushing softly there, teeth grazing lightly, just enough to remind her she could bite her, if she wanted- she might really want to, but only with permission. It’s not everyone’s thing, and Yelena is so used to being whatever someone else wants of her.
She kisses a soft trail up the side of her neck, nipping light and playful at her ear. “Is that what you want? Me… right here…? Forever?” her voice drops into softer and lower whispers with every pause between her words until it’s barely audible on the last one.
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"God, you really love really love the teasing, don't you?" She would have permission - truthfully, Yelena's for about full permission to at least try whatever she wants, anything less than pleasant could be addressed right after, but it simply hasn't occurred to Kate to state that out loud as a fact.
"Um -" Actual ASMR, probably not. Yelena whispering in her ear, and using her teeth just a little, and all those light kisses? Yeah, that's causing some tingling. "Well - maybe not forever, cause I wouldn't actually really get to LOOK at you then, but..."
“Do you not like it?” she nuzzles closer into her neck, “I can stop… if you want me to…” she really hopes she doesn’t want her to stop. She will, but…she really doesn’t want to.
She chuckles lightly, a soft rumble caught in her chest, “I like you like this,” she laughs again, nipping lightly at Kate’s shoulder. “So… re-act-ive…” she over-pronounces each syllable, making sure to hit her accent harder just for that word, right into her ear.
"I like it, I like it." That reply comes so quickly, and Kate curls her fingers carefully against the back of Yelena's head, just in case saying it isn't convincing enough. "You don't need to stop."
"I can't help it. God, Yelena." That's almost a whine, but there's nothing unhappy about it.
"Oh, good, I was hoping you might say that," she grins. "A little possessive, are you?" she hums, but it's almost more of a purr in the back of her throat. "I like it..."
She lets her lips brush lightly against Kate's ear as she whispers, "You would get us caught and thrown out if we were in public right now..." But she wants to hear more of the soft little noises she can make.
"You were hoping, huh? God, that makes it better." Yelena's making sounds like that, and then talking about how Kate would be getting them kicked out of somewhere.
"We're not in public, though." Talking at any louder than a whisper just seems wrong now. "We're in your hotel room. In your bed."
Oh, that's a hilarious statement. She's still too 're-act-ive' to manage more than a quick chuckle at it before she's distracted from that and just trying to pull Yelena even closer still.
"I think that might mean you're the possessive one. I'd let you get away with a lot."
Yelena complies easily to the tug, curling somehow impossibly closer into Kate's space. "Oh, I am absolutely possessive," she laughs softly and presses a kiss into her temple, soft and lingering. She just can't get enough of her.
"Oooh, that sounds like a challenge," she chuckles softly. "Are you sure you want to make that bet, Kate Bishop?"
It's on the tip of Kate's tongue to say something along the lines of 'see? such a softie' but then Yelena's next statement makes her rethink it. Speaking of challenges... "Absolutely possessive, huh? Prove it."
And then speaking of that (surprisingly unintentional) challenge, Kate shifts just enough so Yelena can see the grin on her face and the glint in her eye, careful to not put any more distance between them than absolutely necessary. "Oh, I'm very sure. Bring it on."
She grins at that dare in her tone, her eyes wild with mischief. Then, all in one single, fluid motion, she pushes herself up and into Kate, enough momentum behind her that she pushes her into the mattress as she straddles her waist. “It’s something like this,” she murmurs softly before closing the small amount of space between them with an eager, zealous kiss.
She does eventually have to break for air, but she can’t linger far from her. Unwilling to move away at all, she kisses feather-light across her jaw and down the slope of her neck. “You might learn to regret those words next time we are out.” her voice is a little rough with her want, her hips roll in Kate’s lap while a soft little whine escapes from the back of her throat at the delicious friction it causes.
“Either that, or you are an exhibitionist in the making, which I will admit, is quite sexy of you, Kate Bishop.” She keeps her voice in that low, seductive rumble and presses a kiss just below her ear.
No, Kate's really very certain that she isn't going to end up with any regrets here. Maybe it's strange or a little asking for trouble to be that certain but, well, that's just how she rolls. Watching Yelena move already reliably prompted a "Oh damn" reaction, and now she's watching Yelena move specifically to get on top of her. That's a dream come true, regret doesn't exist and she can't imagine it springing back into existence right now.
Kate can't even find any embarrassment in her that she forgets how to speak again when Yelena moves her hips like that and whines. What was she going to say? Unimportant. She slides her hands up Yelena's thighs, curls her fingers around her hips, not guiding but wanting to. "God, do that again. Feel good?"
"What am I supposed to mind people knowing? That the sexiest woman in the world is kissing me, touching me, teasing me, almost sinking her teeth into me? Nah. That I'm super freaking easy for you? Nah, I'm super good with that."
“You are very flattering to me, but you do not need to be,” she chuckles softly. It isn’t that Yelena thinks she looks bad, that has never really been a question to her. But her personality usually drives people off long before anything else might make them stick around.
She chuckles softly at that request. “Which part? This—?” she rolls her hips in her lap again, this time her eyes on Kate the entire time to really enjoy the way her reactions flicker across her face. “Or… —?” she nips lightly at Kate’s ear and lets out another soft sound right next to her. “I can make so many pretty sounds for you, milochka…”
“You can think of nowhere in the entire world this might be a problem for you?” She smirks softly. “What about one of your mother’s parties. You think you could be quiet enough to not be obvious at the dinner table when I sli-iiii-iide my foot up your leg,” in the very real part of the world, she drags her fingers up the inside of Kate’s thigh.
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She's really not even trying to be flattering, but they're going to have to circle back around to that later. There's entirely too much other sensory information happening right now for Kate to be any type of coherent about that.
"Yeah, that," not the most effective reply to the question, but her fingers flex against Yelena's hips and she's pretty sure she stopped breathing for a second, so it was probably pretty clear. "You're making nothing but pretty sounds, sweetheart."
She's been slacking in putting in any of the effort to get those sounds, though, hasn't she? Damn. Kate turns her head, stealing a deep kiss and stretching it out as long as she can manage right now.
Okay, point. "Fine, it might be a problem there, but it wouldn't be a BAD problem. Well, it might, but it'd be good first. Maybe I could, too - who knows?" Her reaction to that touch might imply she can't, yeah, with the wanting sound it prompts and the way it - briefly, it's gonna be very briefly - pauses her plan to turn the tables.
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“You spoil me with all these compliments,” she mutters softly, an amused lilt in her voice as she nudges at Kate’s neck, senseless nuzzling just because she’s maybe a little tipsy and it’s nice and it feels good and she smells amazing.
She almost squeaks in surprise when Kate’s lips crash into her own, and she leans further into the kiss as Kate deepens it. Yes, she would like more of this, please.
“I think you would not last five minutes,” she says with a low rumble of a laugh. “But now I want to try… get you so flustered in public,” her tone is almost melodic, a sing-song note there, “a-aaalll that antici…”
She waits. And waits…. And waits some more…. Until… Finally—
“…pation,” she breathes against the shell of her ear, skilled fingers slipping under Kate’s shirt to skim across warm, smooth skin. “Aaaall that tension keeps building… and building… but,” she is still huddled so close that she has no doubt Kate could almost feel soft moan she lets slip out. “you are denied the pleasure of the release…”
She presses a kiss under Kate’s ear and murmurs, “Are you sure you’re ready to play your best poker face with a trained spy, Kate Bishop?” her name sounds like the sigh of a prayer when she says it like that.
"Good, that's the goal." Kate thinks she's about way overdue, actually, for some spoiling, by compliment or otherwise. This is only a start.
Oh, there's going to be more of that. There's going to be a lot more of that, if Kate has her way. Part of her thinks she should stay just like this, milk getting such a glorious, constant soundtrack of the little whispers, gasps, moans in her ear. A bigger part has reached desperate to have a more active hand in causing those sounds, and that was before Yelena had started slipping her fingers under Kate's shirt.
"Not even five minutes, huh? What do I get if I last six, then?" Five minutes would be a generous estimate, even in Kate's own head. She's not going to say that, though. She wraps an arm snugly around Yelena's waist to keep her close and prevent any awkward bumping, and then props herself up to a sitting position with the other. (It's the most concentration Kate has managed since they started kissing again, and she's going to stand by those priorities - keeping Yelena straddling her was very important.) "Holy shit, I didn't think the name thing could get hotter. Keep saying it like that and I'll play anything you want."
“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.
"Good. You let me know if it ever drops below excelling. Can't have that."
That - is one hell of a question. There are way too many options that immediately flood her mind, and Kate isn't sure she could focus on choosing one if they were a mile apart, covered head to toe, and hadn't touched at all today - well, that's not entirely true. 'Something you would like me to see me in' has an answer with a very clear lead, but she isn't sure she's allowed to say that specific thing yet. "I... God. I need to think about it." How's she going to think about anything else?
Oh, right. Later, she isn't going to be able to think about anything else. What's actually happening right now is even more impossible not to focus on. "Just enough to do all of that, okay - so that should take like, five minutes for you. Yeah, that'll be very easy."
"I'm convinced. I promise. Drag it out as long as you want. Whatever you want. I mean I'm gonna be useless in between, but god, if this is what uselessness is like, I suddenly see the appeal. Pretty sure you've already melted my brain. You know you can touch me way more, right? Just in case. Can I touch you more?"
“I do not think that is happening any time soon,” she knows that it won’t always be like this, that it won’t always feel like this. A fact that only makes her even more determined to cling to it while it’s there. “But I will let you know,” she kisses at the hollow of Kate’s neck, and across her shoulder. “so you can take… immediate corrective action…”
She grazes her teeth across the sensitive skin of the other girl’s throat. “I want to hear your pleasure, Kate Bishop,” she gently takes her ear between her teeth— a little nibble, a smile and a kiss inside of her ear before she ghosts a soft, light breath along the shell of her ear. These are some of Yelena’s favorite things to do— because it gives people a modicum of control in everything that just keeps happening to them, and at them.
“Oh, I will make sure I unravel you first, my love,” she grins again.
She leans down to press her forehead against Kate’s, crowding closely into her personal space bubble. “I have not even begun the real challenge yet,” she chuckles softly, shaking her head.
“You can touch me any way you want,” she sweeps her fingertips across the high stroke of her cheek. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you. I am not made of porcelain, you can manhandle me a little. I might like it,” she almost sings the last little bit, an eager smirk on her face, curious which ways Kate might take it to heart or, even better still: act on it.
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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"Which just makes it absolutely bonkers to me that this is what your brain has picked to be just plain wrong about. Scared of you? When I was literally just a pain in your ass, you were protecting me, and you think I should be scared of you? That just doesn't make any sense, sweetheart, I'm sorry. And as for these hands... no, I can't agree with that either. Look how gentle they are." She reaches out and cradles Yelena's free hand in between hers, tracing her fingertips over it. "Every beyond shitty thing you've been through and now here we are and they're gentle. Seems like a way more important description to me."
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“Call me that more, maybe? I like that…” has she ever been anyone’s sweetheart? Maybe before the Red Room, but those memories are mostly blurry.
She takes in a slow, deep breath, “You are going to make me cry, stop it.” She murmurs mostly to herself, swiping one hand under each eye.
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"If you like it, I will absolutely call you that more, sweetheart." Is it too much to use it again immediately? Oh, well. "I'm not trying to make you cry. If you're going to talk badly about yourself, though, I gotta tell you the truth."
“Thank you”
“Spasibo,” she murmurs softly, burying her face in the hollow of Kate’s neck. “What would I do without you, Katyusha?”
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And then she gets Yelena all tucked into her again, which simultaneously is so relaxing and also gives her goosebumps and makes her heart race. The idea that she's not the lucky one here is just absurd. "We don't need to think about that. Far as I'm concerned you can stay right there for like forever."
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She kisses a soft trail up the side of her neck, nipping light and playful at her ear. “Is that what you want? Me… right here…? Forever?” her voice drops into softer and lower whispers with every pause between her words until it’s barely audible on the last one.
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"Um -" Actual ASMR, probably not. Yelena whispering in her ear, and using her teeth just a little, and all those light kisses? Yeah, that's causing some tingling. "Well - maybe not forever, cause I wouldn't actually really get to LOOK at you then, but..."
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She chuckles lightly, a soft rumble caught in her chest, “I like you like this,” she laughs again, nipping lightly at Kate’s shoulder. “So… re-act-ive…” she over-pronounces each syllable, making sure to hit her accent harder just for that word, right into her ear.
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"I can't help it. God, Yelena." That's almost a whine, but there's nothing unhappy about it.
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She lets her lips brush lightly against Kate's ear as she whispers, "You would get us caught and thrown out if we were in public right now..." But she wants to hear more of the soft little noises she can make.
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"We're not in public, though." Talking at any louder than a whisper just seems wrong now. "We're in your hotel room. In your bed."
"Wait, are you saying you'd do this in public?"
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She nods, which just makes nuzzling into the other girl a lot easier. "Oh, absolutely.... if you'd let me get away with it."
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"I think that might mean you're the possessive one. I'd let you get away with a lot."
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"Oooh, that sounds like a challenge," she chuckles softly. "Are you sure you want to make that bet, Kate Bishop?"
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And then speaking of that (surprisingly unintentional) challenge, Kate shifts just enough so Yelena can see the grin on her face and the glint in her eye, careful to not put any more distance between them than absolutely necessary. "Oh, I'm very sure. Bring it on."
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She does eventually have to break for air, but she can’t linger far from her. Unwilling to move away at all, she kisses feather-light across her jaw and down the slope of her neck. “You might learn to regret those words next time we are out.” her voice is a little rough with her want, her hips roll in Kate’s lap while a soft little whine escapes from the back of her throat at the delicious friction it causes.
“Either that, or you are an exhibitionist in the making, which I will admit, is quite sexy of you, Kate Bishop.” She keeps her voice in that low, seductive rumble and presses a kiss just below her ear.
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Kate can't even find any embarrassment in her that she forgets how to speak again when Yelena moves her hips like that and whines. What was she going to say? Unimportant. She slides her hands up Yelena's thighs, curls her fingers around her hips, not guiding but wanting to. "God, do that again. Feel good?"
"What am I supposed to mind people knowing? That the sexiest woman in the world is kissing me, touching me, teasing me, almost sinking her teeth into me? Nah. That I'm super freaking easy for you? Nah, I'm super good with that."
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She chuckles softly at that request. “Which part? This—?” she rolls her hips in her lap again, this time her eyes on Kate the entire time to really enjoy the way her reactions flicker across her face. “Or… —?” she nips lightly at Kate’s ear and lets out another soft sound right next to her. “I can make so many pretty sounds for you, milochka…”
“You can think of nowhere in the entire world this might be a problem for you?” She smirks softly. “What about one of your mother’s parties. You think you could be quiet enough to not be obvious at the dinner table when I sli-iiii-iide my foot up your leg,” in the very real part of the world, she drags her fingers up the inside of Kate’s thigh.
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"Yeah, that," not the most effective reply to the question, but her fingers flex against Yelena's hips and she's pretty sure she stopped breathing for a second, so it was probably pretty clear. "You're making nothing but pretty sounds, sweetheart."
She's been slacking in putting in any of the effort to get those sounds, though, hasn't she? Damn. Kate turns her head, stealing a deep kiss and stretching it out as long as she can manage right now.
Okay, point. "Fine, it might be a problem there, but it wouldn't be a BAD problem. Well, it might, but it'd be good first. Maybe I could, too - who knows?" Her reaction to that touch might imply she can't, yeah, with the wanting sound it prompts and the way it - briefly, it's gonna be very briefly - pauses her plan to turn the tables.
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She almost squeaks in surprise when Kate’s lips crash into her own, and she leans further into the kiss as Kate deepens it. Yes, she would like more of this, please.
“I think you would not last five minutes,” she says with a low rumble of a laugh. “But now I want to try… get you so flustered in public,” her tone is almost melodic, a sing-song note there, “a-aaalll that antici…”
She waits.
And waits….
And waits some more….
Until…
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“…pation,” she breathes against the shell of her ear, skilled fingers slipping under Kate’s shirt to skim across warm, smooth skin. “Aaaall that tension keeps building… and building… but,” she is still huddled so close that she has no doubt Kate could almost feel soft moan she lets slip out. “you are denied the pleasure of the release…”
She presses a kiss under Kate’s ear and murmurs, “Are you sure you’re ready to play your best poker face with a trained spy, Kate Bishop?” her name sounds like the sigh of a prayer when she says it like that.
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Oh, there's going to be more of that. There's going to be a lot more of that, if Kate has her way. Part of her thinks she should stay just like this, milk getting such a glorious, constant soundtrack of the little whispers, gasps, moans in her ear. A bigger part has reached desperate to have a more active hand in causing those sounds, and that was before Yelena had started slipping her fingers under Kate's shirt.
"Not even five minutes, huh? What do I get if I last six, then?" Five minutes would be a generous estimate, even in Kate's own head. She's not going to say that, though. She wraps an arm snugly around Yelena's waist to keep her close and prevent any awkward bumping, and then props herself up to a sitting position with the other. (It's the most concentration Kate has managed since they started kissing again, and she's going to stand by those priorities - keeping Yelena straddling her was very important.) "Holy shit, I didn't think the name thing could get hotter. Keep saying it like that and I'll play anything you want."
"Wait, how denied exactly?"
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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.
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That - is one hell of a question. There are way too many options that immediately flood her mind, and Kate isn't sure she could focus on choosing one if they were a mile apart, covered head to toe, and hadn't touched at all today - well, that's not entirely true. 'Something you would like me to see me in' has an answer with a very clear lead, but she isn't sure she's allowed to say that specific thing yet. "I... God. I need to think about it." How's she going to think about anything else?
Oh, right. Later, she isn't going to be able to think about anything else. What's actually happening right now is even more impossible not to focus on. "Just enough to do all of that, okay - so that should take like, five minutes for you. Yeah, that'll be very easy."
"I'm convinced. I promise. Drag it out as long as you want. Whatever you want. I mean I'm gonna be useless in between, but god, if this is what uselessness is like, I suddenly see the appeal. Pretty sure you've already melted my brain. You know you can touch me way more, right? Just in case. Can I touch you more?"
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She grazes her teeth across the sensitive skin of the other girl’s throat. “I want to hear your pleasure, Kate Bishop,” she gently takes her ear between her teeth— a little nibble, a smile and a kiss inside of her ear before she ghosts a soft, light breath along the shell of her ear. These are some of Yelena’s favorite things to do— because it gives people a modicum of control in everything that just keeps happening to them, and at them.
“Oh, I will make sure I unravel you first, my love,” she grins again.
She leans down to press her forehead against Kate’s, crowding closely into her personal space bubble. “I have not even begun the real challenge yet,” she chuckles softly, shaking her head.
“You can touch me any way you want,” she sweeps her fingertips across the high stroke of her cheek. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you. I am not made of porcelain, you can manhandle me a little. I might like it,” she almost sings the last little bit, an eager smirk on her face, curious which ways Kate might take it to heart or, even better still: act on it.
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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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