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Yelena’s eyes shot open, her heart racing. She had dreamt - or had a nightmare - of being strapped to a table, her blood being forcibly drawn. The threat of her head being split open, the serum that negated the Red Room mind control being forcibly extracted from her corpse. Her heart raced in her chest and she had the thought, fleeting as it may be.
I miss Natasha.
Her stomach lurched and she shot out of bed, fighting the sheets tangled around her legs, to run to the bathroom.
She hunched over her toilet, bile in her throat and snot running out of her nose. She couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears that made her face wet.
“Fuck,” she muttered, flushing the toilet after her stomach stopped spasming. She stood, her legs shaky, exposed knees sore. She made her way to the sink, washing her hands, and bringing her mouth to the tap to rinse and spit water from her stinging mouth.
She splashed cold water on her face, shuddering, the neckline of her white tank top soaking. She met her eyes in the mirror.
“Get. It. Together.” Each word she ground out, an order. Her jaw clenched and she snarled at herself in the mirror, the urge to punch it to shatters making her hands shake. She shook her head and cracked her neck instead, turning away from her reflection.
Valentina had said the next thing in her rooming that needed repair would be docked from her personal pay, and Yelena did not need that to happen. Again. She still was feeling the financial drain of the drywall repair from the last hole she punched in the wall.
Yelena left the bathroom, her fists clenched, and got into the elevator of the Watchtower, her stomach still uneasy, and hit the button for the floor that held the communal gym. She leaned back against the cool glass wall as the elevator went up, the contact grounding her.
She arrived and walked out of the elevator, pausing. Someone was already here.
Yelena heard grunts of exertion and heavy breathing, along with the steady beat of fists pounding against the hanging bag. She turned to get back onto the elevator, she did not want anyone to see her like this again, not after —
“Yelena?” Bob’s voice broke through her spiral and she turned back around, a faint blush staining her cheeks. She could hear him breathing before she saw him, coming around the corner, still catching his breath.
“Couldn’t sleep too?”
Yelena felt dazed, looking at him — he was shirtless, sweat traveling down the ridges carved onto his abdomen, hair lightly dusting under his bellybutton down to the pajama shorts slung low on his hips. It was the most she had seen of him — ever.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, couldn’t sleep, dreams of one of the times I was tortured, no big deal, I’ll just head back to my floor, have a good workout okay bye Bob,” she started to turn and he lunged forward grabbing her forearm.
“No Yelena, wait —“
•
“Yelena!”
“No, nope, get us out of here.”
Yelena’s bare feet burned in the snow of the forest in her memory, goosebumps appearing on her arms and legs. She could feel her nipples harden under her thin sleep tank top and she crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes, searching among the trees.
“Bob, get out here!”
She could vaguely hear Anya calling out for her, but the blood rushing in her ears was roaring and blocking so much of it out.
“H-hey, I’m here,” she heard a male voice and she twisted, throwing her fist, instinct and panic taking over her body. Bob caught the fist in his warm hand, and held on, his eyes starting to lighten as he looked down at Yelena.
“It’s cold,” he said impassively, Yelena’s fist still trapped in his hand. He was still shirtless and seemed unaffected by the icy terrain.
Yelena scoffed and a gunshot rang in the memory, echoing amongst the trees.
Bob reacted and pulled her to his hot chest, his arms encircling her and trapping her to him. She could hear his heart racing.
She closed her eyes and sighed and felt the cold of the room shift, felt his arms tighten and heard a sharp intake of breath.
Her eyes opened. Or, had they? She could physically feel that her eyes were open, but could not see anything.
She felt a jolt of panic and took a moment to orient herself. She could still hear Bob’s breathing above her head and could feel his arms around her shoulders. She tilted her head back and her eyes, straining in the dark, could see two pinpricks of light, faintly glowing in the darkness.
“Bob? Let’s go home.” The sensation of his arms squeezed her to him and she tried to temper her rising panic.
“Bob… has a great many shames,” warm breath on her forehead, the arms letting go, the pinpricks shifting back.
Yelena felt like she was floating in warm water, her feet not anchored to any kind of ground. The shock of the forest’s cold was gone from her skin, but goosebumps remained.
“So much darkness inside of him, eating him alive, swallowing him whole.” Yelena shivered, her eyes wide and searching, straining to see anything other than the pinpricks of light.
She gasped as she heard the voice whisper in her ear, “one of his greatest shames is his desire to consume you, Yelena.”
“Okay, well I would much rather talk about this with him face-to-face, so.”
She heard a rumbling chuckle, which grew to full out laughter, surrounding her, mocking her blindness. She tried to spin and get a grasp where the voice was coming from, but it was everywhere.
“We are one,” the sensation of fingers trailing along her shoulder, moving up to grasp her throat. She clawed at her neck but there was nothing tangible there to hold onto.
“Don’t you realize this by now?” Her wrists forced overhead, the pressure around her throat tightening, the feel of more fingers languidly moving over her skin.
Yelena could feel herself growing aroused and gasped, shuddering at the sensations.
“Bob knows I want him,” Yelena whispered, the pressure releasing from her throat and trailing up to her chin, tracing over her lips.
“Yes. We know. He’s afraid of hurting you.” The voice was silky in her ears. “I, however, have no such qualms.”
The pressure on her lips felt like a kiss, something hot and wet sliding into her mouth. She moaned and shuddered, feeling another sensation sliding down her collarbones and to her tits, laving over her nipples. Her back arched and she began to feel hands massaging at her ass and thighs.
The onslaught on her mouth paused and she saw the lights, The Void’s eyes hovering in front of her face. “Let me have you the way he wants…” his voice was seductive.
Yelena panted and nodded, then whispered, “yes.”
The moment she gave her assent, the pressure on her thighs slid, and she could feel her sleep shorts sliding down her hips. A tearing sound echoed and her torso came free of the tank top, her arms still being held overhead.
Her mouth was captured again, lips moving in time with the shadows, as the many hands of the void began exploring her naked body, squeezing and tweaking at her breasts, rubbing against the wet folds of her pussy.
She leaned her head back and cried out, “Bob, please,” as she was penetrated, feeling lips and teeth and tongue against her breasts, hands around her throat and fingers in her mouth, the sensations of being fucked and held and devoured, overtaking her, swallowing her. There was a moment she couldn’t breathe and —
The pinprick eyes began to multiply, lighting up the space as if she was floating in space and surrounded by stars and for a moment it felt like time slowed.
A shape formed above her and Yelena realized she was no longer floating, but on her back, the ground solid under her. The figure above her solidified further and as her eyes adjusted to the light from the eyes, twinkling above like stars, she could make out Bob’s face, half-hidden in shadows.
He was naked and kneeling between her legs, his member hard between his thighs. His head was hanging, hair covering his face, hiding him.
Yelena propped herself up onto her elbows and reached out a hand to tip his chin up, searching his eyes. “Hey, there you are.” Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip.
“You, you called for me, even when he-it was with you.” He was shaking slightly and his eyes were wet with unshed tears.
“Well, yes, I told him that I wanted you from the start. I know you both are a part of a whole, but I want the whole. The good and the bad. The dark and the light. Come here.”
Yelena threaded her hands through Bob’s hair and pulled him overtop of her, his length firm against her thigh. “I told you weeks ago that I wanted you. What did you say then?”
Bob hovered over her and licked his lips. “I said… I said I was scared I would hurt you.”
“And you see I handled the void with no problem. But it’s not just the void I want.”
Bob leaned his forehead against hers, and kissed her, softly. Yelena pulled on his hair and deepened the kiss, letting her legs wrap around his hips, grinding her wet core against his hard length. Bob moaned and reached a hand down to trace over her soaking lips, feeling how wet she was.
“Bob, please, I want you, please,” Yelena whimpered, lifting her hips for more stimulation. He reached down, pumping a single digit in and out of her pussy gently before inserting a second finger.
“Lena, f-fuck, you’re so wet…” his fingers slid in and out of her easily as she moaned under him, grabbing at his shoulders to bring him down so she could mash their lips together again.
He continued to pump his fingers until she had enough, hooking her ankles behind his back and pulling his hips flush to hers.
She nibbled at his bottom lip as he began to grind against her core, and he reached down to notch himself against her.
He pushed in slowly, letting her acclimate to the stretch, before sliding out, pumping in and out before bottoming, both gasping at the feeling.
“This is what I wanted. You.”
Yelena kissed him tenderly, his hips slowly moving and their fingers entwining over her head. Their movements were languid, almost lazy as Bob relished in the feel of being inside Yelena.
His lips trailed down her chin to lave at her throat, kissing along her collarbones to pepper kisses along her breasts.
His hips began to stutter and Yelena pressed her heels harder against his lower back, freeing her hands to wrap around him to hold him close.
“Touch me Bob, please, I’m close,” she whispered, before tonguing at his ear. He reached a hand down to gently rub at her clit between thrusts, both panting. Her moans became more breathy at his touch and she gasped, bringing her lips to his to bite his bottom lip as she came, her walls pulsing around his length.
After a few more thrusts, Bob came, moans rumbling in his chest. They stayed entwined, and Yelena kissed the lip she had bitten, soothing it with her tongue. “I want all of you. Thank you for giving yourself to me.”
Bob pressed his forehead to hers and held her close and the stars began to brighten, lighting up the sky, getting brighter and brighter until they were surrounded by white light, so blinding and —
•
Bob held her forearm, sweat glistening on his chest. She shook her head in a daze and looked up at him, blinking quickly, trying to get her bearings.
They were back in the gym, standing in front of the elevator, the clock on the wall showing that only a minute had passed since she had arrived and interrupted his workout.
“Yelena, look, I’m sorry. I know y-you have been avoiding me since I, uh, well… anyways I wanted to say, I do really want to give this a ch-chance.” He let go of her forearm and looked down at her with hope in his eyes.
Yelena was stunned, taking a moment to anchor herself back to being in her body. The silence stretched and Bob took a step back, a trembling hand coming up to slick his sweaty hair back. “Oh. Or, uh not, I’m s-sorry, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Bob, hey. I would like that.” Yelena looked up at him, smiling gently, feeling her heart race. He didn’t remember. Well, she would make him remember.
Yelena reached out and took his hand, entwining their fingers. “Let’s give this a shot, hm? But I need you to promise me something. I want all of you, okay? Good and bad.”
Bob nodded and smiled down at her, squeezing her hand.
“Okay. I promise, good and bad.”