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“Take off your clothes, Kate Bishop.”
Yelena’s lounging against the edge of the spa, with a glint in her eyes, smirking at the brunette woman standing in full gear and costume at the foot of the pool.
“Yelena.” She stutters and looks at the blonde woman, naked in the water, “Like.. now?”
“Hm. No, next week.” She exclaims in sarcasm, “Yes. Now. I want to see you.”
“Do you say this to everyone you bring to your ‘office’?” Kate jokes as she unzips the mauve archer suit leaving on just a black Calvin Klein bra which leaves Yelena squeezing her thighs together in desperate search for friction.
“Something like that.” Yelena shrugs in response, not taking her eyes off of her, greedily soaking in the sight of the girl undressing in front of her.
Kate, however, looks taken aback by this response but chooses to ignore this. While Kate fiddles with the zipper of her tight black leather pants, Yelena chews at the inside of her lip at the sight.
“Ugh, Kate Bishop. It has been too long since we last had fun.” And at that she stands up in the water, revealing her nude body painted by bruises and scars, both old and new.
“Yelena… you’re so beautiful.” The words choke out of her as a crimson blush spreads when her eyes glimpse at her tits and all sorts of explicit images fill her head.
“My eyes are up here.” She raises her eyebrows as Kate’s blush deepens, averting her eyes. Slowly, Yelena walks towards Kate.
“Why are you standing so far? I do not bite. Unless you want me to that is.” Yelena teases.
“I can never tell if you’re flirting with me or threatening.”
“Mm. Bit of both.”
At this point they’re standing less than an inch apart, breathing heavily at the desperation in the air. And then, suddenly, their lips crash. It’s messy but passionate, like a raging fire that never stops burning. Kate’s tongue swipes across Yelena’s bottom lip asking for access and, of course, Yelena grants it to her.
“No strings?” Yelena asks, breaking apart from her swollen pink lips.
“Can.. can we talk about that uhm later?”
And with a nod of the head, Yelena grabs her waist gently, pulling her in, almost consuming her.
“Take this off?” The blonde woman tugs tenderly at Kate’s bra and the boxers she still at on.
“Do it for me?” She asks tentatively and there’s a ravenous gleam in Yelena’s eyes at this as she unclasps Kate’s bra and pulls down her underwear. She felt herself getting wet with anticipation as her cunt clenched around nothing.
“Please.” Kate whined as Yelena sucked under her jaw.
“Use your words, malyshka.”
There was slick practically dripping between Kate’s thighs at the term of endearment, delirious on the lack of friction on where she needed it the most.
“Touch me… please.” And the last word came out as a plea as Yelena’s thumb ghosted over a pebbled nipple and her mouth sucked at a sweet spot of Kate’s neck.
A delectable moan melted from Kate’s lips as she felt Yelena’s mouth kiss down her body to her chest.
“Malyshka. Look at me or I stop.”
Yelena’s tongue swirled around Kate’s hard nipple and a hand slipped on Kate’s hip and with a shaky nod accompanied by a string of more whines, Yelena slides her hand lower to her inner thighs, coated in wetness.
“Y-yelena. God. Please. Please.”
“Beg.”
Her slender fingers ever so slightly traced over her aching pussy, not giving her the satisfying pleasure she knows Kate so desperately craved.
“Fuck-“ Kate breathed out slowly, “Please. I will do anything.”
“Mmmm. I’ll hold you to it, Kate Bishop.” And with that, she holds Kate’s waist and leads her into the spa’s pool, immediately kissing her again.
“Is this… a good idea, Yelena?” She hesitates, breaking apart, looking full of desire at the other woman, “Fine. Fuck it.”
“Did you mean to say ‘fuck me’?”
“Stop teasing.”
“You’re no fun.”
Then, her finger finally presses down onto her throbbing clit, making Kate writhe above her fingers. The word “more” slips out of Kate’s mouth while she grips on tightly to the edge of the pool. When Yelena’s thumb replaces the index and rubs at the centre of her pleasure, the reaction she gets is immanent.
“Can i-?”
“God. You don’t have to ask. Please.”
As soon as Kate gives her the confirmation she needed, she slips a finger inside her keeping her thumb rubbing tight circles. It’s white hot bliss and she’s almost drowning in ecstasy.
“Good?”
When Kate only moans in response, Yelena takes that as the only response needed, continuing to work her pulsing pussy.
“Kate. You’re very pretty. You know this?”
Her walls tighten around Yelena’s fingers as this as a smug smirk widens on her face at this, and Kate releases a groan of embarrassment.
“‘m close.” She leans her head back while she feels Yelena’s heavy breathing on her neck, turning her on further.
“Come for me, malyshka.”
And she comes with a visceral moan, tilting her head back, panting as Yelena continues to work her fingers through her high.
“I haven’t come that hard since-“ She hesitates thinking, “Well since you last made me come.”
There’s a cocky grin on Yelena’s face as she kisses Kate’s forehead tenderly.
“Hey can we talk about what this means for like us?” Kate grimaces.
“I cannot do the commitment thingy, Kate Bishop. I do not have the time nor energy for it especially with the whole Thunderbolts bullshit.” Yelena says, waving her hands as she dries herself off with a towel and wrapping it around her body.
“So now it’s not ‘malyshka’. It’s ‘Kate Bishop’ is it?” She mocks.
“Come on. We have fun together! Fun is fun. We both do not have time for whatever you American’s call romance.”
“Yelena.”
“See you soon!” Yelena calls as she walks out the room, leaving Kate with a room full of filthy memories and a mind filled to the brim with contradictions.