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She wasn't sure how it happened, but she had an idea of why it happened. They were - if one must choose a cliché - like polar opposites drawn to each other by sheer magnetism. They kept coming back to each other, over and over again, long enough for it to become a habit.
Kate stared down into amber liquid filling the glass in her hand. Another new habit, one that Clint cautioned her about, that in her case took the form of hanging around seedy dives where the alcohol was cheap and no one gave a fuck about you. She had a hard pill to swallow, one she tried to down with the beer in front of her.
Being a superhero wasn't all it's cracked up to be. Yes, Clint was right about that as well.
The glory days of the Avengers were definitely over, that was for damn sure. SHIELD had pretty much abandoned the project. Those who were left were out fighting their own battles, or just fighting their own demons. The new batch of Avengers were basically left to their own devices, for better or for worse. And somewhere in all this was Kate, trying to find her place. Add to this, watching your mother stand trial for murder, and consequently being sentences for life. Having to visit her in prison, re-evaluating their whole mother-daughter dynamic.
So yeah, Kate was definitely having more than a few bad days.
She pulled the hood of her jacket further down over her head, trying to shield herself from her surroundings - and here her mother would interject with something in the likes of you're only hiding from yourself, and she would probably be right. Except her nuggets of wisdom didn't have the same impact as they used to.
A group of men were engaging in a very heated argument at the other end of the bar, and Kate prayed to whatever deity that occupied the skies that it wouldn't escalate to the point where she would feel compelled to jump in and break things off.
"Hello, Kate Bishop," a hoarse voice cut through her thoughts.
"Your perception of time is way off," Kate said, not bothering to turn, and quickly glanced at her phone - she had been waiting for little over an hour. "Or are you stuck in another time zone?"
Yelena just rolled her eyes and ordered a double shot of Vodka - her standard drink order - and took a seat next to Kate.
"I had a target with a strong will not to be targeted," she explained. "It was kind of funny actually…"
"Nope," Kate cut her off. "The less I know, the better."
Yelena shrugged. "You're missing out on a very good story that involves a man with a wooden leg."
Kate scoffed out a laugh. "I'm intrigued, but it's still a no."
Yelena downed her drink in one swipe, and Kate - although she would never admit it - was kind of impressed by the manner in which Yelena could consume strong spirits so effortlessly.
"Ready to go?" Yelena asked.
"Yeah," Kate nodded, and emptied what was left in her own glass.
They walked down the semi-dark street in silence. One would think, when two people were heading towards the same place with the objective of engaging in something together, they would have something to talk about. Granted, Kate was a talker. She excelled at small talk. But then again, she set some ground rules early on, that she would feign ignorance as long as she didn't have to know the details.
Kate was aware - and cursed herself for it sometimes - that would she know the full extent of Yelena's work, she'd feel compelled to do something about it.
"What's your mood?" Yelena asked, and startled Kate as she broke their silence.
"Freudian," Kate replied. Yelena nodded, and needed no further explanation.
As they ascended the stairs up to her apartment, Kate's body began to awaken in anticipation of what was to come. She liked this feeling. A lot. It was one of the few things she could genuinely enjoy lately. When life felt like a big gray blob of blah, it was nice to have the occasional explosion of sensations.
As soon as Kate opened the door and let Yelena in, she was dragged inside and pushed up against the cold metal door. Yelena pounded on her like a wild animal, just as Kate had hoped for.
There was no time for tenderness or romance with Yelena. She felt calloused hands work their way up to her breasts - Yelena didn't even care to remove Kate's jacket that was sort of in the way. Kate inhaled sharply as Yelena cupped her breasts firmly, and a low throaty moan escaped her as fingers pinched her nipples. Soft warm lips were roaming the skin of her neck, and this in combination with the roughness in which Yelena was palming her tits, had Kate struggling to keep her knees from buckling.
Rather unceremoniously, Yelena pulled off the clothes covering Kate's upper body, and hummed contentedly before bending slightly to place her lips over a hardened nipple.
"Fuck," Kate moaned, grabbing on to Yelena's shoulder, pulling her even closer.
A hand snaked its way to unzip Kate's jeans, and continued further down under the waistband of her underwear.
"So wet for me," Yelena husked, with a complacent smirk across her lips, her fingers tracing through slick curls. "You like it rough, don't you?"
Kate shuddered and bit back a moan. In the back of her mind, she was rolling her eyes at the way Yelena stated the obvious with such smugness.
"Shut up and fuck me already." It wasn't a strong comeback, she could do better. But with Yelena carefully rubbing her clit in an agonizingly slow circle, it was the best she could do.
Letting out a small chuckle, Yelena looked firmly into a pair of blue eyes.
"What would mommy say if she knew what a greedy little slut you are, begging to be fucked?"
Who needs a therapist when you have a clandestine bum-chum who can subject you to exposure therapy, free of charge? With consent, of course.
Again, Kate bit back a moan, but it made its way out anyway in the form of a low whimper. She felt her heart racing inside her chest, and part of her wanted to slap Yelena across the face for the audacity, while another part wanted Yelena to continue berating her.
She figured it had to do with Yelena's training, how she could read Kate like an open book. She liked to push Kate's buttons, test her limits. So far, Yelena had skilfully balanced the barrier between catharsis and trauma, always leaning towards the former. It was impressive, really.
"I thought she raised you better, Kate," Yelena whispered, her lips gracing Kate's earlobe.
"I don't think she has… the moral ground… to be disappointed," Kate countered, struggling to keep her voice steady as Yelena was increasing the pressure on her clit.
With a curl of her lips, Yelena pushed two fingers inside Kate, eliciting a high pitched moan. She moved slowly, increasing the pace little by little. Kate wrapped one leg around Yelena's hip to grant her deeper access, which she took full advantage of
She felt a sort of pressure building from down below, and she grasped a handful of blonde hair just to have something to hold on to. Yelena let out an absolutely filthy moan, and Kate tugged harder. Yelena reciprocated by adding a third finger inside of her, and with this Kate threw her head back, banging it against hard steel with a loud thud.
"Ouch," Kate hissed, although she lacked the mindset to really care about her head.
Yelena suppressed a smile. "Careful."
"Don't you dare stop," Kate uttered in frustration.
"I don't plan to," Yelena responded, looking up to lock eyes with Kate, her jaw slack and her chest heaving. Seeing Yelena like this, her eyes practically dark with lust, was pushing Kate closer to the proverbial edge.
She was close, so very fucking close. She just needed something to push her over that aforementioned edge, and figured she had two options - either ask for it, or do it herself. Kate opted for option number two.
She freed one hand from the grasp she had on Yelena, and brought it down beneath her underwear. Caressing Yelena's hand with her fingertips, she enjoyed the feel of soft skin coated in her wetness. Once Kate found just the right spot, it didn't take long for her to feel her pussy clenching around three digits. She wrapped her free arm around Yelena's neck as she came, basically losing footing while the other woman held her up.
Slowly, Kate came down from her high. Yelena made sure Kate could stand on her own before she eased the hold she had around her waist. Yelena brought slick coated fingers to her lips, and licked one finger before putting the other two in her mouth, and then released them with a pop. Kate almost came again just from the sight of it.
"You taste delicious," Yelena said.
Kate zeroed in on Yelena's glistening lips, and inched forward before she stopped herself. Yelena wasn't much of a kisser, and they had never kissed outside of a sexual context. Kate wasn't sure if this instance was within the premise, or if the moment was over.
Yelena must have read her mind - or, more likely, just read her face - and closed the distance between them, meeting Kate's lips with her own.
She couldn't help the pathetic whimper that came out of her. It was simply heavenly to taste herself on the other woman's lips.
"You okay?" Yelena asked.
"Yeah," Kate nodded.
Yelena smiled. "Good."
She let go of Kate and walked over to the couch, slumping down with a small huff. Kate pulled on a shirt quickly and went to sit down next to Yelena, who took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her vest pocket. They did this ever so often if they hadn't ended up in bed, it was their couch bound post-coital routine.
"I needed that," Kate exhaled.
"Yes, I noticed." Yelena said, and took a long drag from her cigarette. "You've been a real suchka today, Kate Bishop."
Kate shot her a dirty look.
"What? I'm only making an observation."
Yelena handed Kate the cigarette. She wasn't a smoker, really. She didn't even particularly enjoy the taste. But she did enjoy this part of whatever it was they had. Sharing a smoke after sex, making random small talk. It was nice.
"It's been a rough couple of days," she finally admitted with a sigh. "Plus, I had to take Lucky to the vet the other day. He ate a sock. And it was one of my favorites, the ones with the little stormtroopers."
"If it's any comfort, I think the guy with the wooden leg had a worse day," Yelena said with a playful smile.
Kate chuckled. "You really wanna tell that story, don't you?"
"Yes!"
"I'm sure it's a great story," Kate offered.
Yelena nodded. "It is. It's hilarious."
"Wouldn't want to break protocol though. I'd hate to have to turn you in."
"Turn me in?" Yelena burst into laughter, throwing her head back and clenching at her chest for effect. "That is really funny."
Kate quirked an eyebrow, and asked, "You don't think I would turn you in?"
"I think you would try, and fail miserably." Yelena replied.
Kate remained silent and just shook her head. Of course Yelena was right. An archer against a Soviet trained super assassin? It's kind of a no brainer.
There was an awfully loud beep coming from Yelena's phone, and she looked at it quickly before putting it back into her pocket. "Duty calls," she said, getting up from the couch.
"I'm starting to think that's just an alarm you set for a quick getaway," Kate joked.
"That's actually not a bad idea, I will have to remember that one."
Yelena turned to Kate before walking through the door. "You know where to find me."
"Likewise," Kate replied.