[Okay, that's--a really great argument actually holds a lot of weight in a way that should be annoying but sort of works for her. Like, how can she even argue 'I am good because I am'? She also can't keep asking questions because, well--so it's sort of less can't and more like won't because she's being pushed down on the bed and oh, oh, okay hello.
She lays back when she's nudged, her hands coming up to settle on Yelena's hips to help balance herself.
Maybe not balance, she is laying down, but there's something about equilibrium in there, and just when she feels like maybe she's getting back to something close to center Yelena goes and runs her mouth along the skin of her chest and Kate melts into the touch with a whimper, back arching off the bed into it before sinking back down into the comforter]
Oh, fuck--
[her hands blossom on Yelena's skin, before clenching back down, fingers digging into her hips, maybe hard enough to bruise]
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She lays back when she's nudged, her hands coming up to settle on Yelena's hips to help balance herself.
Maybe not balance, she is laying down, but there's something about equilibrium in there, and just when she feels like maybe she's getting back to something close to center Yelena goes and runs her mouth along the skin of her chest and Kate melts into the touch with a whimper, back arching off the bed into it before sinking back down into the comforter]
Oh, fuck--
[her hands blossom on Yelena's skin, before clenching back down, fingers digging into her hips, maybe hard enough to bruise]