[There's a bit of relief there, knowing that Yelena actually does know what the hell she's talking about and feeling and going through. Not that she's worried about Yelena thinking highly of her or anything, it's definitely not that, or the fact that maybe she values her opinion what with the amazing vigilante skills she's got. Just. For the record, that's not why she's relieved.
Well, fine, maybe it is, but they're not talking about it right now, okay?
Besides, this isn't her Yelena so it shouldn't carry over, the whole making-a-new-friend-with-the-cool-girl-who-beat-her-up-some thing. Life is weird.
She follows almost out of rote memory into the building and then into the elevator. She's done it a thousand times in her life--but then, of course, the doors to the elevator snap shut and she's suddenly very aware of the close quarters and the fact that Yelena is right there. Oh damn.]
The last time we were in an elevator, you took my dress off [She mutters, squeezing her eyes shut as she leans her head back against the cool metal of the wall, hoping that will relieve some of the heat.
It doesn't. Her eyes snap open and she scowls at the comment and that smirk.]
Oh yeah. The most. This is definitely how I pictured this going.
[This close, she swears she can smell Yelena. It's distracting. And ridiculously good. Everything's distracting, if she's being honest, but mostly it's her]
So here's the thing I think I can last about three more seconds before I try to kiss you. Like, consent knowledge here. If you don't want that, I guess you're good to try and beat me up, or get off the elevator or whatever it is you want to do.
Or you could kiss me back. There are options. Some are more fun than others.
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[There's a bit of relief there, knowing that Yelena actually does know what the hell she's talking about and feeling and going through. Not that she's worried about Yelena thinking highly of her or anything, it's definitely not that, or the fact that maybe she values her opinion what with the amazing vigilante skills she's got. Just. For the record, that's not why she's relieved.
Well, fine, maybe it is, but they're not talking about it right now, okay?
Besides, this isn't her Yelena so it shouldn't carry over, the whole making-a-new-friend-with-the-cool-girl-who-beat-her-up-some thing. Life is weird.
She follows almost out of rote memory into the building and then into the elevator. She's done it a thousand times in her life--but then, of course, the doors to the elevator snap shut and she's suddenly very aware of the close quarters and the fact that Yelena is right there. Oh damn.]
The last time we were in an elevator, you took my dress off [She mutters, squeezing her eyes shut as she leans her head back against the cool metal of the wall, hoping that will relieve some of the heat.
It doesn't. Her eyes snap open and she scowls at the comment and that smirk.]
Oh yeah. The most. This is definitely how I pictured this going.
[This close, she swears she can smell Yelena. It's distracting. And ridiculously good. Everything's distracting, if she's being honest, but mostly it's her]
So here's the thing I think I can last about three more seconds before I try to kiss you. Like, consent knowledge here. If you don't want that, I guess you're good to try and beat me up, or get off the elevator or whatever it is you want to do.
Or you could kiss me back. There are options. Some are more fun than others.