[her goldfish? Oh god, when Kate isn't halfway on fire and thinking about everything else (okay, not everything, just one particular thing but she's thinking about it a lot) she is going to revisit the fact that the scariest, most bad ass assassin she knows has a pet goldfish. It is--a level of achingly cute that she needs to investigate when she's got the time.

Just. She's putting a pin in it. She will revisit this, you can count on it.

That low voice sends a lance of heat straight through Kate even though she already feels like her blood is something close to lava. She tips her head back and Kate can't help but chase down that distance, kissing Yelena like she was born to do it]

We need less of these [It's about what she can manage between kisses, her hands tugging at Yelena's shirt.]

And more--flat surfaces? Unless you want this work against a wall. I can make it work against the wall if that's the dream.