[Does it make it better that it was after she smacked you in the face? She's not sure if that makes it better. It probably doesn't. She'll probably keep that part to herself, thanks. Just tucked away in her little repository of memories she has that no one needs to know about.
And besides, she, ah, has better (more important? More important and better?) things on her mind right now. Namely, how Yelena's lips feel against her. How her hands feel on Kate's hips. Little sparks of heat, even as they chase off some of the edge of the desire that's threatening to eat her alive.
Kate would feel bad, she really would, that this is kind of the way she and Not-her-Yelena-Yelena are meeting, but it doesn't actually seem like Yelena minds all that much, what with the whole kissing back thing, and man maybe she should have tried this beforehand because wow, right? Yelena is really, really good at this.
She drags it out as long as she can, resisting the urge to come up for air until her lungs are literally burning with the effort of it (or maybe that's her skin? It's all a blur really, and basically semantics at this point) and she has to pull back, dragging in a sharp breath even as she keeps herself pressed against Yelena, foreheads tipped against one another.
She's about to say something--she doesn't know what because 'wow' seems stupid and 'thanks' seems even worse, but she doesn't really have any other brain cells working on the word portion of the evening, but she's (thankfully?) interrupted by the ding of the elevator door behind them]
This your stop? Our stop?
[She's sounds hopeful. She'd be embarrassed, but, well, if Yelena suggested getting naked in this elevator right now she'd probably be down for it, so embarrassment is probably out the window, at least for a bit]
That is, I mean, if you want to keep doing that. Or more than that. Both? Some of each? Am I talking too much?
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And besides, she, ah, has better (more important? More important and better?) things on her mind right now. Namely, how Yelena's lips feel against her. How her hands feel on Kate's hips. Little sparks of heat, even as they chase off some of the edge of the desire that's threatening to eat her alive.
Kate would feel bad, she really would, that this is kind of the way she and Not-her-Yelena-Yelena are meeting, but it doesn't actually seem like Yelena minds all that much, what with the whole kissing back thing, and man maybe she should have tried this beforehand because wow, right? Yelena is really, really good at this.
She drags it out as long as she can, resisting the urge to come up for air until her lungs are literally burning with the effort of it (or maybe that's her skin? It's all a blur really, and basically semantics at this point) and she has to pull back, dragging in a sharp breath even as she keeps herself pressed against Yelena, foreheads tipped against one another.
She's about to say something--she doesn't know what because 'wow' seems stupid and 'thanks' seems even worse, but she doesn't really have any other brain cells working on the word portion of the evening, but she's (thankfully?) interrupted by the ding of the elevator door behind them]
This your stop? Our stop?
[She's sounds hopeful. She'd be embarrassed, but, well, if Yelena suggested getting naked in this elevator right now she'd probably be down for it, so embarrassment is probably out the window, at least for a bit]
That is, I mean, if you want to keep doing that. Or more than that. Both? Some of each? Am I talking too much?