[She doesn't know what she expected to be the result of her babbling, of the unfinished sentences that stumble and trip out of her mouth, but she somehow doesn't expect it to be Yelena doubling down.
Her tongue is a wicked thing and sooner rather than later it does exactly what she's demanding; and Kate loses first her words -- all of them tangled into shuddered half moans and curses and then even those as every muscle in her body tightens like her bow string, hips coming off the bed, back bowing, mouth open but soundless.
This just in: the fastest (and potentially only) way to make Kate Bishop speechless is to make her come.
She slams back into her body with the same force she left it, all of her shaking, trembling under the force of her orgasm--
When she's got feeling in her hands again, they scramble down to Yelena's shoulders, tugging at her, trying to pull her up, back up to Kate's lips]
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Her tongue is a wicked thing and sooner rather than later it does exactly what she's demanding; and Kate loses first her words -- all of them tangled into shuddered half moans and curses and then even those as every muscle in her body tightens like her bow string, hips coming off the bed, back bowing, mouth open but soundless.
This just in: the fastest (and potentially only) way to make Kate Bishop speechless is to make her come.
She slams back into her body with the same force she left it, all of her shaking, trembling under the force of her orgasm--
When she's got feeling in her hands again, they scramble down to Yelena's shoulders, tugging at her, trying to pull her up, back up to Kate's lips]
Fuck, Yelena, fuck, get up here--god--