Here is it!! The long awaited chapter! We've got fluff, we've got angst, we've some steamy action that does not turn into smut sorry not sorry- but yay!!! I've been looking forward to sharing this one with you all for a long time so I hope you enjoy my lovelies and I'm only a little sorry for the long-ass buildup <333

Also please note- we respect aroacespec Yelena in this house. I headcannon her as some shade of demiace in this particular story and do my best to show that in my writing. Many people have their different opinions and preferences when it comes to writing her. That being said, any negative commentary about the topic will be dealt with accordingly. Please be respectful towards me, these characters, and others. And if you're aroacespec and have any helpful notes on how I might improve or dive further into her identity in this work, please feel welcome to leave a comment here, on my message board, or to dm me on one of my socials listed in the location in my bio. I am always interested in being more educated and informed. <333

Content Warnings: very slight reference to adult content, heavy make out, a bit of angst referencing Kate's injury and Yelena's PTSD, a tooth rotting amount of fluff

Kate feels herself still before her hand reaches for the doorknob, finally coming down from the high of LARPing with her friends. What Missy had been insinuating for Kate was for her to be literal bait during the LARP, and the dogs had been dragons that the noble New Yorker Knights had been trying to hunt down and kill. She could grumble about it, but truthfully Kate had a wonderful time. Even if it left her already aching body even more sore.

Clint comes to a stop behind her when she doesn't open the apartment door, and Lucky licks at the leg of her pants in confusion. "Everything okay?" Clint enquirers, the edges of his voice rough with fatigue. They both played hard today. The Avenger had been put on "sentry duty", which basically entailed him yelling out warnings and commands until his voice fell hoarse, and using an incredibly cheaply made bow to fire rubber arrows at the enemy.

"Uh, yeah. Just, um." Kate huffs out of her nose and turns to the man, heat rising to her cheeks as her proximity to the assassin on the other side of the door occurs to her. "What do you think about Yelena?"

The Avenger blinks and tilts his head in consideration, shifting on his feet as he readjusts his grip on the two leashes. "Oh- well, I mean, I think she's great. A little on the impulsive side, just from what I heard from Natasha, but that's nothing new to you. She's a good kid. A good person."

Nevermind the fact that Yelena really wasn't even that much younger than Clint, depending on how you looked at it. Weird thought.

"Why are you asking, Katie Kate?"

Kate swallows thickly past the aching in her throat and shrugs, avoiding his eyes and looking back down at the doorknob. It now taunts her.

"Something... going on between you two?" Clint asks carefully, softly, as if talking to a kicked dog. He knows there is, but he wants to hear it from her, for Kate to talk when she's ready.

"...Maybe," Kate eventually mutters, her blush rising to heat the tips of her ears. She absentmindedly raises a hand and presses her fingertips to her lips, smiling against them. "Yeah, I think so. Maybe."

Clint waits a moment to give her a chance to say anything else before nodding and nudging her elbow with his. "Be careful, okay? Be good, but make sure she's good to you, too."

The woman turns back to him and beams carefully, her whole face lit up with a tired smile that seems to make the bruises fade away. "I will, Clint."

"I'm here if you need anything, yeah?"

Kate clears her throat and nods. "Yeah."

He gives her a hug and helps her get the dogs and her crutch into the apartment before leaving with a wave and a goodbye. Kate shuts the door behind him and leans her forehead against it.

What a day.

"Kate?"

The archer pushes away from the door and turns much too quickly, excitement jumping in her chest at Yelena's voice. Her ribs and thigh both seize up in protest at her movement, but Yelena is to her in only a moment and catches Kate's arms.

"Careful, Kate Bishop," the blonde murmurs, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Kate grins at her shyly, her eyes shining in the darkness of the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," the archer says softly, her hands coming up to cup Yelena's elbows. She's wearing one of Kate's hoodies, she realizes, and the heat from her skin through the cloth warms her palms.

Yelena's cheeks are admittedly warm, and the smile she gives Kate is small and uncertain. "How was your day out with Barton, Kate Bishop?"

"It was really good- we went to a private range and then lunch and on an adventure with the- with the LARPers..." Kate's voice fades out closer to the end of her sentence, and Yelena opens her mouth to ask if she's alright before realizing that the other woman's eyes are hooded and strained on said lips. "What- what about you, Yelena?" Kate says softly, her gaze darting back up after a moment. "What did you do all day?"

"Grocery shopping, mostly," Yelena replied near breathlessly, her feet unknowingly inching her closer to Kate. The only light is from under the front door, a lamp turned on in the open food pantry, and a source from up in Kate's room, and they cast soft shadows over the woman's face. "I, um- I got you a surprise."

"Yeah?" Kate's eyes brighten as she perks up a bit, the corners of her mouth curling up prettily into a smile that steals Yelena's breath. "Does it have to stay a surprise much longer, or can I ask what it is?"

Yelena swallows, her tongue swiping out to wet her lips as she feels her mouth actively going dry. "I can tell you part of it now, yes. It's, uh-" She stops, suddenly nervous. Kate watches her with an encouraging expression. "I bought the ingredients for my Mama's home-baked macaroni. To make with you. Here. If you want."

Kate's eyes somehow soften even further, and she stares for a moment before leaning forward to press a kiss to Yelena's forehead. "I would love to make macaroni with you," she whispers softly against the assassin's skins, a blush rising over her cheeks.

Kate's fingers curl in softly, pressing into the soft flesh above the junctions of Yelena's elbows. The blonde's breath hitches when the archer moves closer, their toes bumping together. Kate's boots and Yelena's socked feet enhance their height difference even more.

"Did I upset you earlier?" Kate whispers, her eyelashes fluttering as her head dips down a few inches.

"With- with what?" Yelena can feel her heart climbing into her throat as butterflies erupt through her entire body, rushing through her stomach and to her fingertips. Her hands move up, up, slowly brushing over Kate's shoulders and looping around the back of her neck, where they play softly with her ponytail.

"When I..." Kate almost shudders, something burning hot and deep in her body. "When I kissed you. This morning." The words are nearly silent, just a brush of air over Yelena's cheek, but the shorter woman sucks in a breath.

"No, Kate Bishop. You did not upset me."

Kate feels deliciously light headed from that response. She presses even closer and lowers her face to Yelena's jaw, gently and ever so slowly nudging her nose into the soft skin at the crook under her jewel adorned ear.

Yelena gasps, her fingers burying into Kate's hair and effectively ruining its updo. She melts against the woman, tilting her head back as her mouth opens and closes silently in a struggle to find words- any words- that might help her not completely fall apart. Similarly, Kate is almost shaking with the restraint to not devour the assassin whole. Her nose stays tucked into Yelena's neck, her senses drowning in the smell of her own hoodie and shampoo mixed with gunpowder and fresh snow.

There's a rapidly softening edge in the back of Yelena's mind flashing warning bells at her, but with each quivering breath in her ear and every twitch in the muscles of Kate Bishop's hands, now on her hips, it fades further and further away. She wraps her arms tighter around the archer's neck, their chests and stomachs pressed flush together.

"Does that mean... I can kiss you- again?" Kate mutters sporadically, her voice near panting. Her lips are trembling, centimeters away from Yelena's neck; her breath is hot on the blonde's skin.

Yelena's heart nearly gives out in her chest, and all she can think is yes, please, and Ты блядь, тупой, пожалуйста, просто поцелуй меня еще раз. She pulls away for just a moment, as much as that moment pains her, to check that this is really happening- that yes, Kate Bishop is asking to kiss her again, because yes, Yelena desperately wants her to.

Both of Kate's eyes are wide as she stares down at Yelena, both black and bruised and not, her grip on the assassin's hips tense but loose, in case she has somehow fucked up yet again and crossed a line she didn't see.

There it is once more- that moment, that feeling, that sureness.

Yelena grabs it.

She also grabs Kate.

Yelena grabs Kate's face, to be more specific. Her hands dart forward and cradle the archer's cheeks, her fingertips curling in to cup the edges of her jaw and pull her down into a terrifying kiss that sets them both ablaze. Kate lets out a muffled squeak but immediately loosens and relaxes into it, one arm wrapping low around Yelena's waist while the other comes up to tangle into soft golden hair and hold her head still.

Yelena's heart seems to sigh as it flutters in her chest, as if saying finally, finally, finally. Her body molds against Kate's as her lips do the same, her knees nearly giving out under her until the archer scoops her up with arms under her thighs that turn her entire form into jello. She's plopped unceremoniously onto the counter, and Yelena's legs immediately come up to wrap around Kate's hips, their arms winding around each other.

Yelena's not quite sure where she ends and Kate begins- the archer's fingers are gripping at the fabric of the borrowed hoodie as their lips meet over and over again, the article of clothing shifting up Yelena's hips and back and exposing a strip of warm skin to gentle, callused hands that shake as they brush over it; the blonde gasps softly into Kate's mouth, her lips parting just enough for a silver tongue to dip past them and taste the small, purring noises coming from the assassin's throat. One of Kate's hands comes up to gently cup her jaw, and she tips Yelena's head further back in order to deepen the kiss, tongue disappearing only to be replaced by surprisingly sharp teeth that tug at Yelena's bottom lip.

There's molten lava dripping down Yelena's spine and engulfing her senses, a trail of flames lingering where Kate's fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of her back. Her knees tighten around the archer's hips and tug her impossibly closer, and the other woman in turn lets out a throaty sigh before moving her head away. Yelena is about to protest, but the words slam to a choked stop when Kate's lips relocate to her neck. They move over her skin softly, slowly, tasting and loving their way to the column of Yelena's throat where a hot, wet mouth presses open kisses against her fluttering pulse and swallows.

Yelena nearly combusts, eyes shut as her head tips back and she makes noises she didn't know she was capable of. Her entire body is on fire, alight with Kate's touch and Kate's love and everything that is Kate Bishop. Kate herself feels like she's high on the warmth of Yelena's skin and the whimpers the blonde is letting out, and her hands trail higher to brush gently over shoulder blades and scarred muscles.

The assassin shivers, her spine shaking with butterflies that send shocks through her entire body as Kate's fingers draw circles into the skin along her back. She presses herself closer still, heady from a hot mouth worshiping the scars and freckles along her throat and neck, her head falling forward in a daze when said mouth moves away. Kate brings a hand back up to cup Yelena's cheek and reconnect their lips, but the assassin is feeling emboldened by the sudden change.

She shifts her weight to slip off of the counter, pushing the archer back until the woman is pressed up against the wall. Her hands are on sharp hips, bruised skin, soft cheeks, dark hair, until finally they're kissing again, Yelena's mind melting into a frenzy of want. She wants Kate somehow even closer, wants their ribs nestled together, their fingers entwined, their hearts beating at a synchronous tempo-

Kate suddenly lets out a low hiss through her teeth, and every fiber in Yelena's body slams to a rigid stop. Only the archer's hands, tight on her waist, keep her from running away, but the haze she had been floating in shatters into pieces.

Yelena realizes her mistake: she had pressed her thigh against the cut in Kate's own leg and nicked an older bruise with her teeth, and the archer was now leaning back against the wall with closed eyes and a twisted expression as she struggled to suck in deep breaths.

"Kate..." Yelena mutters roughly, once again trying to back away as something thick and ugly sprouts up in her chest, winding and dripping around her ribs. The alarm bells are back, blaring and flashing as the monster she was getting so used to appears with ready claws and sharpened teeth.

The taller woman says nothing, only pulls her back and buries her face into soft, golden hair. "Don't," she chokes out, voice tight and pleading and terrified. "Just- just give me a second. Please."

Yelena realizes she herself is shaking, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. Her arms reach up to wrap over Kate's shoulders. Her chest squeezes painfully, and her fingers seem to spasm as her mind whirls.

She knows there is no danger. Logically, nothing is wrong. She is safe. Kate is safe. The dogs are safe. There is no fire, no enemy, no weapons.

But oh, how she wishes she could run.

"It's okay, I'm alright," Kate's voice is whispering, nimble hands once again cupping Yelena's cheeks as she brushes away rogue tears. The assassin is staring absently, her bottom lip quivering.

"Yelena, Yelena, it's okay," she repeats softly, quietly, again and again until the woman in her arms stops shaking and hazel eyes refocus onto her.

The blonde immediately bursts back into tears when their gazes meet, and Kate tucks her head into Yelena's neck, holding her close. She hums and mutters soft nothings, running her fingers through honey gold hair and standing as surely as she can with the aching in her thigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I fuckin- I can't, I can't- Kate Bishop please I'm sorry-"

Kate can only hold her, reassure that she's ok, that it was an accident and she knows that and she's here and it's okay I'm okay we're okay.

They stay like that for several moments, minutes, hours- Kate doesn't know. She certainly doesn't care. But even as she holds Yelena close, Kate feels a deep sense of dread open up in her stomach, and her mind whispers that something else is wrong, and Yelena isn't just upset because they're both tired after a long day and she accidentally aggravated Kate's thigh.

Eventually, Yelena feels like she can actually stand without fear of passing out or jumping through the nearest window to get out. She carefully leans back, regretfully dropping her arms and pulling herself away. Kate watches her carefully, eyes wide and warm and so concerned that it nearly makes Yelena sick, because she knows it will destroy both of them in the end.

"I'm sorry," she croaks.

Kate steps forward and kisses her, barely a brush of lips and heat before she backs away again, but it steals Yelena's breath from her lungs.

"Is there something I can do to help?"

Yelena stares at her, mind filled to the brim with the words that want nothing more than to spill out, but when she opens her mouth there is nothing. What a question- what can Kate do? Can she help? Will Yelena let her? So many implications, all of them so complicated.

Just like everything else these days, apparently.

Kate searches the blonde's face for anything to help her understand what's going on. Yelena's mouth parts again, but to no avail. Kate's heart thuds painfully against her ribs. But then-

"Do you wanna do my makeup?" is Kate's provided solution.

Yelena Belova, beloved sister, daughter, and friend(?), most infamous and skilled child assassin of the Red Room and possibly the deadliest Black Widow left on the face of the Earth, nods her head meekly. Yes, she wants to do Kate Bishop's makeup. Because yes, of course, Kate is right, as always. Of course she remembers. That will help her feel better.

Kate sees her nod, and a deep sigh of relief escapes her chest. She offers her hand after a moment. Yelena stares, then takes it carefully, her heart swelling with something she doesn't know how to name.

"Let's go up to my room? My bed?"

The assassin's cheeks color despite herself, her grip tightening on Kate's as she swallows tightly. Her mind is already racing so fast that she doesn't know how to voice the worries popping up. As irrational as she knows they are, they don't stumble as much as they should have.

Kate seems to realize Yelena's train of thought almost immediately, and her hand squeezes back gently. She takes a careful step closer, brushing a kiss over the blonde's forehead and gazing down at her. "So that you can do my makeup more comfortably," she explains, tone soft. "Not for- for anything like that." She can feel her face heating.

"I won't risk straining my neck on the back of the couch, and you can find the best angle to work. Whatever is best. But we don't have to," she continues, "it's up to you. As long as you're comfortable. Whatever you want."

Yelena's eyes are like two little ivy-covered moons as she peers up at her, and she can feel her bottom lip start to pout and tremble. Kate's eyebrows shoot up, her nerves jumping as she scrambles for words.

"Did I say something wrong I swear I'm trying to be calm right now I'm sorry I'm just like super nervous-"

Yelena perches onto her tippy toes and presses her lips to Kate's, one of her hands coming up to grab the collar of the archer's shirt. Kate makes a muffled little noise, and the blonde pulls away before she can kiss her back.

The taller woman sputters, momentarily at a loss for words. "That. That is so unfair. I- I know we made out like, not even 10 minutes ago, but-"

"I know, Kate Bishop," Yelena whispers, nodding shakily. There's a look on Kate's face, and it says so much more than either of them can possibly hope to ever verbalize. "Me too."

The archer swallows thickly, nodding back.

Yelena takes Kate's hand again, carefully leading her to the stairs up to the loft. The archer limps up them slowly, leaning her weight on the railing and the woman at her side. Her heart is pounding against her aching ribs and she's almost dizzy from the combo of adrenaline and oxytocin rushing through her system, and as soon as her knees hit her bed she's flopping over onto it even as her entire body shouts at her in protest.

Yelena reacts faster than Kate's body does, jerking forward to grab the archer's arm in a silly effort to keep her from just throwing herself around. This doesn't really do anything, of course, and Yelena just ends up on her back in a bit of an awkward position with Kate halfway on her and halfway sprawled over the sheets.

Kate just looks at her with those traitorous doe eyes of hers, the warmth of her body radiating into Yelena's and already tempting the assassin into a deeper sleep than she's ever possibly known. She can feel the rhythm of Kate's heart through her skin, the steady rise and fall of her chest pushing ever so slightly against Yelena's as they breathe in sync; simply existing in a small pocket of time of their own making.

Yelena silently forces herself to carefully get off the bed, gently pushing Kate onto her back and shooting her a look that's supposed to say "don't you dare move" but probably looks more like "I am a puppy who is absolutely head over heels for you and wants to snuggle."

Classic.

She grabs her makeup bag from her designated/hijacked closet and hurries back up the stairs, stopping once she reaches the landing. Kate's eyes are closed, the dark bruising of her black eye looking the least aggravated it had since she got it a week ago.

(Yelena makes a mental note to make sure the woman is icing it- to be completely honest, it was almost all too easy to forget that Kate Bishop was hurt at all, as if some mysterious and omnipotent hand was writing out their story and forgetting the details that they themselves had put in for some goddamn fucking reason.)

The archer's exhausted body was spread out all over her pillows and blankets, chin tilted up towards the ceiling as if basking in the dark glow of the New York City evening. A hint of a smile ghosted her lips, and Yelena found herself staring softly before silently treading closer and leaning over the woman to press her lips to Kate's.

Kate seemed to melt into her bed even further, her head coming up a fraction of an inch to kiss Yelena back as her hand tenderly cupped a steadily pinking cheek.

They broke apart after a moment, and Kate's eyes slowly fluttered open as she took a moment to breathe past the butterflies erupting in her stomach before she could focus on the woman who was causing them in the first place. Her face broke into a smile, and Yelena's mirrored it, their noses not even inches apart.

"Yeah?" Kate whispered, her breath warm on Yelena's mouth.

The assassin exhaled slowly. "Yeah." She kisses Kate again, so light and warm that she thinks her chest might burst. This was so easy, so comfortable, so, so... good. In any other situation, with any other person, she wouldn't have trusted it- but here, with Kate Bishop, in a dimly lit loft bedroom in New York City and the dogs snoozing somewhere quietly, Yelena felt the panic settling down, as if to rest; to hibernate.

Hopefully for a long while, and not just the next few hours.

Yelena's weight ends up settling carefully over Kate, kissing her over and over like she couldn't get enough. Her lips explore over Kate's mouth, her cheeks, the dimples that popped at the most unexpected times, the strong bridge of her nose and the soft skin between her eyebrows. Kate is nearly cooing with pure joy, her skin burning and vibrating as her heart flies.

Eventually, Yelena remembers the makeup. She knows she could just not do it- kissing Kate Bishop seemed to calm her down just fine. But there is something about the simplicity of it all, the novelty of being safe enough to partake in such a thing. The privilege of being comfortable. The blessing of feeling truly and wholly present in the moment.

The blonde picks up her makeup bag from the floor and ever so carefully straddles Kate's waist, mindful of both her thigh and her ribs as she situates herself over the archer's lap. Both she and Kate are blushing furiously at this point. It's inevitable, really. Kate rests her hands on Yelena's hips, palms uncomfortably hot as she experimentally brushes her fingers over warm, bare skin underneath the hoodie that the assassin stole from her. Yelena shivers, her eyes meeting Kate's for a moment in an intense gaze that only seems to heighten the tension.

The archer swallows tightly, the heat in her face rising to the tips of her ears. Yelena continues with pulling various items from her makeup bag, which is plopped next to Kate's shoulder, and once she seems satisfied with her chosen assortment, it gets tossed onto the floor.

"Are you comfortable?" she asks quietly, stalling by settling a few things carefully onto Kate's chest.

The woman underneath her nods, baby blue eyes wide as she gazes up. The soft light from her lamps cast Yelena's hair into shades of golden fire, her eyes into autumn leaves. "You're beautiful," she breathes, watching and looking and just taking in all that the woman above her is.

Yelena's lips part, and she sucks in a quick breath. Beautiful. Her. Kate Bishop thought she was beautiful.

(That's GAYYY!!!)

One of the assassin's hands reaches forward to cup Kate's cheek, her thumb brushing over the bruised skin closer to her jaw. Kate's eyes stay focused onto her, but she leans into Yelena's palm, breath shuddering. "You think so?" Yelena mutters, nails scratching gently against the archer's neck.

Kate hums a yes before tilting her head and kissing Yelena's palm. Fire erupts up her arm. Her skin blazes.

It is euphoric.

The blonde clears her throat, moving back into makeup mode as she gets started. Kate is once again so distracted by the woman on top of her (or so focused on her) that the cold of the eyeliner and the dusty powder being brushed into her face doesn't seem to faze her.

"Close your eyes, do not blink," Yelena orders quietly, popping open a small container of eyeshadow. Kate obeys, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. Yelena sees it, her own mouth following suit. "What are you smiling about, Kate Bishop?"

"You."

"Ah. That simple?"

"Yeah." Kate sighs dreamily, her eyes staying dutifully shut as her fingers press harder into the skin of Yelena's hips. "Always you."

Yelena's cheeks somehow get even warmer. She refreshes the brush in her hand and goes for Kate's black eye. "What about me, exactly?"

The archer flinches for a moment when the powder touches her bruise, but Yelena is gentle and tender with her, cooing softly and kissing her nose. "Your eyes, your smile, your nose, your laugh," Kate explains in a sleepy mutter, relaxing back into the pillows. Her thumb swipes up past the hem of Yelena's stolen hoodie, bare skin on bare skin as she slowly brushes her nails over it.

Yelena swears she nearly bursts into flames right then and there, but she manages to hold her ground and breathe evenly. "All those things?"

"And the way your nose scrunches when you're trying not to laugh, and the little patterns you tap out with your rings when you're eating, and the way you start skipping when you're walking Fanny," Kate continues, her smile growing softer as she recalls the small things she had noticed about her unlikely counterpart.

Yelena stops, her hand hovering where it was above Kate's face. She's struggling to understand what the woman is saying. "Those are..."

"Adorable?"

"I was going to say small. Those are all very small things."

"And I love them."

There's a moment.

Kate's eyes snap open as she realizes what she said, her mouth going into an 'o'. "Um." She blinks owlishly, looking at Yelena desperately as if to see if she had caught it too.

Yelena stares back, heart thundering against her ribs like it wants to escape. "Really?" she squeaks out, stabbing the makeup brush a little too hard back into the eyeshadow palette as her hands nearly start shaking. Kate's mouth opens and closes uselessly several times, and Yelena avoids her eyes as she brushes a little more powder onto the archer's face. Dear lord. So much for calming down.

"I, um. I just meant- I didn't mean that I-" Kate groaned and screwed her eyes shut, flopping her head back and bringing her hands away from Yelena's hips to cover her rapidly-reddening face. "Shit. Fuck."

Yelena's reaction is lightning quick, grabbing the archer's hands before they can smudge any of her work. "Kate Bishop, don't you dare ruin it."

The woman mutters an apology, her eyes staying tightly shut. Yelena sits back carefully on Kate's lap, makeup items in her hands falling back onto the bed as she mulls over the mess in her head. She understood what Kate had meant, but it still threw her into some kind of mental, butterfly-riddled fit. "Kate Bishop," she muttered softly after a long moment, waiting until blue eyes reluctantly meet hers again. "What... are we?"

Kate feels a strange flash of relief when the blonde seems to drop the matter of the L-Word, but it disappears in a storm of nerves at the newest question aimed her way. She purses her lips.

"What do you want to be?"

"I don't know what the options are," Yelena responds quietly.

"...oh." Kate shifts slightly, her hands coming back to rest on the assassin's hips. "Well, that's okay," she murmurs, "you don't have to know."

"I would like to, though."

"Maybe tomorrow... we can talk about that? About us?"

Yelena's face softens, her eyebrows falling and lips curling into something sweeter than the confused grimace that had been painting her face just seconds ago. "I would like that, Kate Bishop. Thank you."

Kate's smile sends Yelena's heart into a frenzy, and the assassin finally lets herself give in, leaning down to capture the archer's lips with her own. She kisses her softly, slowly, shivering as the archer's hands gently explore the warm skin of her waist under her hoodie. Calloused fingers trace along stretch marks and through dips and corners of her hips, and all Yelena can think about while she kisses the woman beneath her is the safety falling over them both like a thick blanket.

A safety she hadn't known in over two decades, a safety that wrapped her heart in gentle hands and lit a small fire to ease the cold from her bones. Yelena kissed Kate again and again, shifting so that they were both lying on their sides and tangled up together, her lungs calm as she breathed her archer in.

When Kate starts to fall asleep, Yelena tries to get up and leave to the couch to get her own shut-eye, but a hand stops her. The assassin doesn't even protest this time, and Kate doesn't have to verbalize her wish for her to stay. She just gets under the covers and melts into the bed with the other woman in it, falling into a wonderful oblivion while Kate Bishop kisses her to sleep.

This. This is what she had been missing.

Home.

Tadaaaaa! You're welcome :)

Translations:
-Ты блядь, тупой, пожалуйста, просто поцелуй меня еще раз. (Ty blyad', tupoy, pozhaluysta, prosto potseluy menya yeshche raz.) You're fucking stupid, please just kiss me again.

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