I don’t have to lift my hands to return the favor [She retorts, making a face, because she is a lot of things, sure, but she’s not about to lay here and be a selfish lover, thank you very much. Yelena is right about some things though; Kate did need it, and she’s earned the right to be entirely smug about her performance.

Seriously, anyone tries to doubt her prowess? Send them Kate’s way, she’ll set them straight.

Yelena’s still somewhat clothed though, which is annoying, if she’s being honest, but she does let a lazy hand trail over the other woman’s midriff, across the skin she finds there. She lets out a little hum, content and curious all rolled into one and then offers;]

If you’ve got it in you, since your legs are working and all [And you’re the reason hers aren’t] it would be easy enough to straddle my face. If that’s the kind of thing you’re into.

My tongue is good at things besides talking.