"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.
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.
“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."
“Oh, is that so?” she grins and skate can probably hear that in her words even if she can’t see her face for the way she’s pressed into the hollow of Kate’s neck. “I do like getting what I want…”
She chuckles softly, “the one where I work you into a frenzy discreetly in public when you can’t react,” she sighs, a soft, contented sound as Kate trails alternating love bites and soothing kisses along her neck.
A shiver strikes its way through her spine as she finally gets Kate’s hands on her, “And you taste so sweet,” she murmurs back, kissing her again, soft, but so hungry still, too.
"Yup, it is. Got a list? I'll make my way down it." Kate's half just talking now, even less thinking about what she blurts out beforehand than usual, but that would also become really true really fast. She shifts to trailing kisses along the collar line of Yelena's shirt, "You look absurdly good in comfy clothes, by the way."
Oh, no - that is another bad sign for the chances of Kate's success, having gotten so distracted now to forgot what they had just been talking about. She's going to have to figure out some way not to forget that she isn't supposed to react in the actual moment.
God, that hunger is enough to leave a girl weak in the knees. Kate's grip tightens involuntarily, instinctively trying to somehow get Yelena even closer. She can't keep the kiss soft then, she just can't, sighing against Yelena's mouth before she deepens it.
She croons softly at that promise, “I’ll have to get back to you on the list,” she admits with a soft chuckle. “I look good in anything,” she says in response to the compliment, grinning sly and wild with a quick wink, “and out of it…”
Yelena moans softly into her mouth, her fingers curling around the back of Kate’s head to pull her closer. She opens her mouth in invitation for the other girl to explore deeper if she likes.
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.
“Mmm… I don’t think I will,” she grins, carding her fingers through Kate’s hair. “You are the most beautiful person I know, Kate Bishop.” she says it softly, like it’s something no one else should bear witness to, just the two of them.
Oh, that’s nice. Kate’s hands smooth over her skin in careful exploration, slight calluses on her fingers from her bow only serve to add another layer of sensation to the experience.
She smiles into the kiss, unable to stop it even though it breaks it. A soft huff escapes before she resumes her earlier zeal, pushing easily past Kate’s lips with her tongue to do some exploring and tasting of her own.
"We gotta get you in front of a mirror, then, sweetheart," Kate replies, just as soft and smiling, struck with the strange but lovely simultaneous sensation of her heart rate staying so quick from the wanting and slowing from the sweetness of that statement.
"Like here, and here?" She slides one hand around her back and runs her nails very lightly up the line of Yelena's spine, the other down her stomach to trace across her waistband, "Obviously perfect, and I haven't even laid eyes on it."
Oh, what a fantastic way to have the tables turned on her. It's such a difficult choice, but she pulls the hand on Yelena's back out from under her shirt to slip her fingers into her hair instead, just in case this kiss ends before Kate's had her fill and she needs to tug her back in.
“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.
"That's true," Kate agrees, smiling that soft, silly smile at Yelena again, helpless against that sweet comment even though she does still have a little bit of the 'is that a challenge' glint in her eye too. "But I can list those while you look, so no worries."
God, the gasps. She's never going to get over the gasps. It pulls a responding wanting noise from her own throat, and no doubt the same want is written all over her face - at least until Yelena is kissing her again and taking it up another notch, too. Then it's her turn to gasp, and lose track entirely of what her expression might be doing. Kate'll sneak replying into the next break for air, because there's no way she's rushing that.
"Not assuming. Informed guess. But feel free to try and prove me wrong."
Oh. Suddenly, that’s a lot more feeling than flirty banter, somehow.
“I can list those.” It’s not such a strange statement, not even an odd sentiment, really, given the context of the conversation but… Yelena feels it catch him her chest at hearing it said so plainly, so easily, like it would just be so simple to point out a hundred little things she finds beautiful in her.
In mirrors, Yelena only sees the darkness in herself. She sees the blood on her hands that will never come clean. But somehow, despite everything she has done, she has this… this silly archer who has worked her way so deep under Yelena’s skin and doesn’t seem intent on leaving her any time soon.
And fuck, that clenches her chest tight, a deep ache around her ribs. She wants to say something, anything just to let her know how deep this all runs but… she can’t find the words. Turns her focus to the physical, because actually it’s much easier than being truly honest in her feelings.
“I don’t think I want to…” she murmurs softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Oh - there's a definitive change in the atmosphere that Kate can't quite put her finger on fully. It doesn't feel exactly sad, but certainly it's serious, and that's visible on Yelena's face, as well.
It distracts her a little, if she's honest, so she isn't entirely certain if she's following about what specifically Yelena is saying she doesn't want to do. Kate tilts her head to lightly press their foreheads together again, aiming for soothing more than excited now with the stroke of her hand on Yelena's back. "Okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Are you okay? Did I say something that upset you?"
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Date: 2023-06-10 10:41 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2023-06-10 10:51 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-10 11:21 pm (UTC)"I think that might mean you're the possessive one. I'd let you get away with a lot."
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Date: 2023-06-10 11:40 pm (UTC)"Oooh, that sounds like a challenge," she chuckles softly. "Are you sure you want to make that bet, Kate Bishop?"
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Date: 2023-06-11 12:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-11 06:19 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-11 01:53 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-11 02:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-11 03:23 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2023-06-11 08:54 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-06-11 11:27 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-12 09:22 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-12 04:50 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-06-13 12:43 am (UTC)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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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."
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Date: 2023-06-14 08:42 pm (UTC)She chuckles softly, “the one where I work you into a frenzy discreetly in public when you can’t react,” she sighs, a soft, contented sound as Kate trails alternating love bites and soothing kisses along her neck.
A shiver strikes its way through her spine as she finally gets Kate’s hands on her, “And you taste so sweet,” she murmurs back, kissing her again, soft, but so hungry still, too.
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Date: 2023-06-15 09:24 pm (UTC)Oh, no - that is another bad sign for the chances of Kate's success, having gotten so distracted now to forgot what they had just been talking about. She's going to have to figure out some way not to forget that she isn't supposed to react in the actual moment.
God, that hunger is enough to leave a girl weak in the knees. Kate's grip tightens involuntarily, instinctively trying to somehow get Yelena even closer. She can't keep the kiss soft then, she just can't, sighing against Yelena's mouth before she deepens it.
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Date: 2023-06-15 10:05 pm (UTC)Yelena moans softly into her mouth, her fingers curling around the back of Kate’s head to pull her closer. She opens her mouth in invitation for the other girl to explore deeper if she likes.
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Date: 2023-06-15 11:41 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2023-06-16 12:29 am (UTC)Oh, that’s nice. Kate’s hands smooth over her skin in careful exploration, slight calluses on her fingers from her bow only serve to add another layer of sensation to the experience.
She smiles into the kiss, unable to stop it even though it breaks it. A soft huff escapes before she resumes her earlier zeal, pushing easily past Kate’s lips with her tongue to do some exploring and tasting of her own.
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Date: 2023-06-16 02:04 am (UTC)"Like here, and here?" She slides one hand around her back and runs her nails very lightly up the line of Yelena's spine, the other down her stomach to trace across her waistband, "Obviously perfect, and I haven't even laid eyes on it."
Oh, what a fantastic way to have the tables turned on her. It's such a difficult choice, but she pulls the hand on Yelena's back out from under her shirt to slip her fingers into her hair instead, just in case this kiss ends before Kate's had her fill and she needs to tug her back in.
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Date: 2023-06-21 04:46 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-06-21 06:44 pm (UTC)God, the gasps. She's never going to get over the gasps. It pulls a responding wanting noise from her own throat, and no doubt the same want is written all over her face - at least until Yelena is kissing her again and taking it up another notch, too. Then it's her turn to gasp, and lose track entirely of what her expression might be doing. Kate'll sneak replying into the next break for air, because there's no way she's rushing that.
"Not assuming. Informed guess. But feel free to try and prove me wrong."
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Date: 2023-06-21 09:37 pm (UTC)Suddenly, that’s a lot more feeling than flirty banter, somehow.
“I can list those.”
It’s not such a strange statement, not even an odd sentiment, really, given the context of the conversation but… Yelena feels it catch him her chest at hearing it said so plainly, so easily, like it would just be so simple to point out a hundred little things she finds beautiful in her.
In mirrors, Yelena only sees the darkness in herself. She sees the blood on her hands that will never come clean. But somehow, despite everything she has done, she has this… this silly archer who has worked her way so deep under Yelena’s skin and doesn’t seem intent on leaving her any time soon.
And fuck, that clenches her chest tight, a deep ache around her ribs. She wants to say something, anything just to let her know how deep this all runs but… she can’t find the words. Turns her focus to the physical, because actually it’s much easier than being truly honest in her feelings.
“I don’t think I want to…” she murmurs softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
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Date: 2023-06-22 01:08 am (UTC)It distracts her a little, if she's honest, so she isn't entirely certain if she's following about what specifically Yelena is saying she doesn't want to do. Kate tilts her head to lightly press their foreheads together again, aiming for soothing more than excited now with the stroke of her hand on Yelena's back. "Okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Are you okay? Did I say something that upset you?"
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