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Of course Val had to host a gala.
Yelena didn’t believe in hell but if there was one she was sure her version of it would include a fucking gala.
It was a way of “raising funds for the poor people affected by the Void crisis”, even though Val was the one who unleashed the Void on the people in the first place, not that the general public knew that, she’d worked very hard to keep that part quiet. She hadn't bothered to invite any of the actual people affected by the damage, nope just the rich and famous who were currently staring at Yelena and the others like they were animals at a zoo.
Yelena stood there, flute of stupidly expensive champagne in hand, scanning the sea of ornately dressed socialites, jewels and expensive watches adorning their extortionately expensive outfits, parading around like drunk peacocks complete with crystal champagne flutes in hand. Val stood in the middle, as seemingly composed as ever, black evening dress perfect. Mel, her assistant, was as always, at her side in a little silver cocktail dress that dipped just a little in an attempt to show off the barest hint of cleavage. She stood there, looking as if she wanted the floor to open and swallow her up. The only time she cracked a nervous smile was when Val glanced her way. Yelena sniggered at the woman’s barely hidden crush on her boss. Not that she didn’t understand it, Valentina was hot…if you were into egomaniacal control freaks which Yelena had had enough of to last a lifetime.
Yelena and the others had been “strongly encouraged” or more accurately forced with thinly veiled threats by Val to come to this event. It would be good for their image she had said, more like good for her PR to show that she got her new team of ex-assassins and mercenaries to play nice at the buffet table. Yelena smirked at the small bit of rebellion she was able to inflict though.
When Mel had come to her with a garment bag in hand containing the brightest, sparkliest blue dress she’d ever seen in her life, Yelena had told her to get it as far away from her as possible before she threw it down the garbage disposal, or threw it out the window. Mel, looking genuinely terrified, had called Val who then called Yelena who had by some miracle managed to talk Val into providing her with a tailored suit. Val had waxed some bullshit about how “empowering she would look by not conforming to societal gender norms.”
Yelena had just wanted to wear some pants. And be as far away from sparkle as possible. But she did have to admit, when she checked herself out in the mirror she looked…not bad, decent even which wasn’t something she often thought about herself. Underneath the suit jacket she wore a fitted white blouse that showed off the cut of her muscles whenever she moved. She wasn’t sure about the tie at first but Alexei had insisted it completed the look. He’d helped her put it on as she was pretty useless at that sort of thing.
So she stood, still full glass of champagne in hand. The others had all scarpered off to their own corners of solitude to indulge in the free booze and wait out the hours until they were finally free to go home. Yelena checked the time on her phone: 10:15- they’d only been there for fifteen minutes. She sighed, swallowing a big gulp of her drink, wincing as the too sweet taste hit the back of her throat with the subtlety of a bullet.
“Too sweet for your taste?” came the lilting British voice next to her ear.
Yelena laughed, bringing the flute away from her lips, “You won’t scare me so easily Ava,”
A scoff. Ava flickered into view, a few of the guests startled at her sudden appearance but she just huffed, fixing Yelena with a hard look, “I will get you one day you know.”
Yelena let her eyes roam over what Ava had been given to wear for the night. Mel or she supposed Valentina had done a considerably better job at selecting her outfit. Ava was in a little black faux leather dress that hugged her curves just right. It was strapless, with a leg slit that ran nearly all the way up to the apex of her legs. Yelena let her eyes run rather unabashedly over her. She’d had a…fixation with the former SHIELD agent for a while now, even since she had all but single handedly led the team to find her in the void. She was..snarky at the best of times, prickly, especially when it came to her own emotions but she was also quite sweet. She’d always make tea for Bob on one of his bad days, listen to Alexei wax poetic about Russia when everyone else was too bored of the same stories, Yelena had even caught her attempting to make mac and cheese for her a few times whenever Yelena was stressed. Attempting being the key word here as she nearly burned the kitchen down on a number of occasions but it was the thought that counted.
“My eyes are up here Belova,” Ava chastised, taking a rather big swig of her champagne, finishing her class.
Yelena’s eyes snapped up, she took note of the finished class, the way Ava’s form ever so slightly flickered as she subtly phased. She was nervous. About what Yelena wasn’t sure. But she could fix that. She snagged another drink from a passing waiter, “I was just thinking you could use another drink Starr,” Ava rolled her eyes but accepted the drink.
“Not used to being at one of these?” Yelena asked.
“I’ve been to parties like this before Yelena,” Ava snapped, though there wasn’t much bite in her tone.
“Have you ever been as a guest before?”
“No…” Ava worried at her bottom lip, Yelena felt the urge to bring her finger up and pull it out from between her teeth but resisted. Not the time. “I did a couple of missions at parties like this…usually I was in the backrooms stealing something,” she laughed, although the mirth didn’t reach her eyes, “What about you? Ever been to a party like this?” she gestured to the decadence around them.
“A party run by rich fucks pretending to care about something?” Ava giggled at that, Yelena found she liked the sound, “Yeah, I’ve been to many like this as a guest.” she lent back against the wall behind her, “although I was usually on a mission of some sort.”
Ava raised an eyebrow at that, leaning against the wall next to her, so close Yelena can feel the heat from her arm, “What kind of missions?”
“Seduction mostly,” Yelena took a sip of champagne, noting the slight, sudden pink tint to Ava’s cheeks.
“The Red Room had us sleep with our targets, it helped us get close to them so it was easier to kill them. People are less likely to think that the person fucking them is the one who’ll stick a knife in their throat,” Yelena’s shoulders hitched a little as flashes of her time their came back to her. Cracks of a whip, gunshots and girls’ screams. She took a slightly bigger sip of drink, thankful when the flashes became duller.
She shook her head, “It was easier when I slept with women though,”
She had to stifle a laugh as Ava only mildly choked on her drink but tried to play it off as a cough, “You slept with women?” oh yeah there was definitely a hitch to Ava’s voice when she said that. Was she interested in women? Or in Yelena sleeping with women?
She opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by an annoyingly familiar voice, “Miss Belova, care to join me and these gentlemen?” Yelena shut her eyes and breathed out through her nose. Fucking Valentina.
Opening her eyes she called over to Val who was waiting expectantly, Mel hovering at her side, “I’ll be over in a sec Val.”
Val raised her eyebrow at that, “That wasn’t an offer to come over in your own time Yelena. Now,” Yelena could see Val grip her glass ever so slightly tighter. Sighing Yelena downed her champagne, she was going to need it to get through this conversation.
Turning to face Ava she caught the other woman’s barely hidden smirk, “Good luck. Try not to kill her at a public event, looks really bad on all of us.” she jibed, her confidence seemingly back in full force.
“Yeah yeah fuck you too,” Yelena strode overt to where Val stood, praying that this conversation would be over quickly.
***
It was not over quickly.
It wasn’t even much of a conversation, Yelena just stood there while Valentina talked about her to insert probably corrupt politicians 1, 2 and 3. All the while Yelena was mentally calculating all the ways she could kill her with things that were around her, she’d hit 11 by the time Val had finally released her to go mingle. She never thought she’d be relieved to go join the crowd of annoying guests again but never say she couldn’t be surprised.
She wandered through the crowd, her eyes scanning for her teammates. She hoped they were alright, mainly Bob, he was a little nervous about this event because of the people and the whole, being responsible for the damage in the first place but the team reassured him he’d be okay. Yelena felt her nerves lessen when she spotted him hanging with Alexei- say what you will about that man but he was supportive when it counted. She saw no sign of John and Bucky but was just glad the two could be at a party with alcohol and not take swings at each other. But her thoughts kept coming back to a certain phasing hero, more so the dress she was wearing. Yelena shuddered as the thought of running her hand up that slit came to her mind.
Almost as if she’d manifested her Yelena spotted her, off to the side in a lower lit corner. She was about to make her way over to try and scare her for once when she saw that Ava wasn’t alone.
She was talking with a woman.
A very pretty blonde woman.
Leaning against the wall together.
Their shoulder’s touching.
Lips inches away.
What. The. Hell.
Before she could even clock what she was doing Yelena was striding over the room towards her. “Ava, enjoying the party?” she remarked, sliding in next to her, forcing the other woman to back up a few steps. She glanced over at the woman she was talking to. She was tall, with alabaster skin and pale blue eyes, a cute cupid’s bow mouth and light pink lips. Pretty, gorgeous even. Yelena already hated her.
“And you are?” she asked, taking a sip from her champagne. Purposefully missing the annoyed glance Ava sent her way.
Pretty blonde sniffed, her dainty fingers playing with her champagne flute,” Clarissa,” she said.
“Pleasure,” Yelena held out her hand for her to shake, smirking when she gripped just a tiny bit too hard.
“We were just talking,” Clarissa said once her hand had been released, her voice trying to be hard but it came across more whiny.
Yelena raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ava, “Were you?”
Yelena could see Ava’s face reddening, “We were actually, about-”
“Did you know there are so many places you can get rid of a body in New York?” Yelena joked, enjoying the way Clarissa stiffened, “Like there are so many canals and rivers you could throw a body down there and no one would ever find it,” she laughed, leaning in close to Clarissa’s face, "especially the ones who get involved with things that don’t concern them,” she hissed.
Clarissa’s face went white, she staggered back, “I-I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you around Ava,” she stammered before walking as fast and as far away as her shaking legs could carry.
“Well cheers for that,” hissed Ava, bumping Yelena’s shoulder.
“What for?” Yelena asked.
“I was-I was going to, you know..” Ava stammered, face getting redder.
“I thought I had a chance with her, that I could have-” Ava looked away, “I mean you saw her, she was so pretty, I mean, the hair, the body, her-”
“So this is about having a hot woman in your bed tonight then?” Yelena cut her off, stepping into Ava’s personal space. This close she could smell Ava’s perfume, sweet but not too cloying, lightly floral.
“Because I am more happy to be that person,” she whispered in Ava’s ear. She heard Ava’s breath catch slightly, pulling back Yelena could see that her her pupils were blown. Oh she was into this.
Ava lightly shook her head, “So you’re just a skirt chaser then? Going after a bit of easy arse?” she went to walk past but Yelena lightly grabbed her forearm.
“Ava if there’s one thing I know about you is that nothing with you is ever easy,” Yelena gently pulled her back to face her, “and it’s not really much of a chase if the only person I want is right here in front of me.”
Ava’s jaw clenched, “What are you gonna do about it then? Fuck me in front of everyone here?” she hissed, rolling her eyes.
Yelena chuckled, she leaned in again, her lips inches away from Ava’s “No. The only person who gets to hear the pretty sound you’ll make, who’ll get to see your body shake in pure ecstasy is me,” she withdrew slightly, grinning when she saw Ava chase her lips.
“What’s the matter little ghost, widow got your tongue?” she asked. She saw Ava’s tongue peek out to wet her lips but otherwise she stayed silent.
“If you want to continue this, meet me upstairs in a few minutes. There’s a blind spot,” and with that Yelena sauntered upstairs smirking to herself.
***
Yelena lent against the wall upstairs, her head down, looking like she had no care in the world when in reality she was freaking out slightly. What was she thinking coming onto her like that? They work together, this could go so wrong. But also…Yelena bit her lip at the thought of finding out what made the British woman tick. Would she even come?
Her head snapped up at the familiar humming noise of Ava’s phasing. She appeared next to her, her face still flushed.
“That desperate to see me?” Yelena asked.
Ava narrowed her eyes, “Shut up,” then she surged forwards, pressing her lips to Yelena’s. Yelena startled back, her hands coming up to grip Ava’s shoulders. She flipped them, pressing Ava into the wall, feeling Ava moan into the kiss. Her hands slid down to grip her waist as Ava’s became entangled in her hair, lightly pulling at the strands. Yelena pulled back, allowing her and Ava to get some much needed air. She took in the sight before her: Ava’s lips were swollen, her lipstick smudged, pupils blown out, chest heaving. She looked fucking beautful.
“You gonna stare at me all day, or are you gonna kiss me?” Ava asked, pointedly avoiding her gaze, worrying her swollen lip between her teeth. Yelena smirked before doing what she had wanted to do all evening, lifting her thumb and pulling her lip free from her teeth, “None of that pretty girl,” she muttered pressing little, light butterfly kisses down her neck, Ava’s nails lightly running down her suit jacket. When Yelena reached the point just above her collar bone she bit down. Ava moaned, Yelena drew back, whispering in her ear, “Remember what I said earlier little ghost?” she lightly bit her ear, “ Only I want to hear those pretty noises tonight.”
“Then you better get me home soon handsome,” Ava responded, her voice breathy.
Yelena pulled back, keeping her hands on Ava’s hips, “Then by all means lead the way,”
***
The two women spent the whole limo ride back making out, Ava practically in Yelena’s lap the whole way which Yelena was sure violated several road safety laws but she didn’t care. However there was one thing she noticed: Ava had been tense the whole care ride. She was into it, making out with her with clear enthusiasm but it was clear she was holding something back. She just seemed incapable of relaxing.
When they pulled up to the Watchtower Ava pulled back to get the car door, Yelena placed a hand on hers to stop her, “Wait, Ava…” Ava tilted her head, her face blank. Yelena sighed, “Are you sure you want to go through with this, you’ve been tense all the way back,” she ran her hand up Ava’s side, feeling Ava shiver slightly.
Ava nodded, a bit too quickly for Yelena’s taste, “Yeah of course I want to do this, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she said.
Yelena nodded, not convinced at all, lifting her hand from her side, she reached up to cup Ava’s cheek, “You know if you want to stop this at any point you tell me, okay?”
Ava nodded, uttering a little “okay.”
They got out of the car and made their way up the Watchtower, continuing the make out session in the elevator. Yelena feels the tension slightly ebb in Ava’s body but by the time they make it to Yelena's room, Ava grinding on her lap as she sits on her bed, she’s as stiff as a board. Yelena pulled away from her lips with a firm, “Ava-”
“What?” Ava hissed, squirming on her lap. Now that she’d pulled back Yelena could see tears in her eyes, now that was concerning.
“Ava-” she held her face, “Something's wrong. You can deny it all you like but something's clearly up,” she rubbed her thumb underneath her eye, catching some of the tears, “What is it?”
Ava was quiet for a while, but after a moment she met Yelena’s gaze, “I’ve never, you know…” she trailed off.
“Never been with anyone?”
Ava nodded, “And I’ve never been able to make myself-when I’m alone I can’t…”
Oh.
Oh .
Ava shook her head, making to climb off, “I’m sorry. This was a mistake-”
“Woah.Woah,” Yelena hands clasped Ava’s waist, not letting her move, “Ava, it's alright. That’s not a bad thing.”
“What? Not being able to make yourself cum because your hands passes through yourself whenever you get close isn’t a bad thing?” Ava spat, the words aimed more at herself then Yelena.
“It sucks is was it is,” Ava scoffed at Yelena’s words, “But,” she glanced at her, “It’s not a dealbreaker here, if anything it just means I'll have to take extra good care of you,” Yelena smiled as she felt Ava shiver at her words.
She pulled her forward until their heads rested together, “thank you for telling me Ava, I know that couldn't have been easy,”
Ava shrugged, looking away, “Don’t worry about it,” she said.
Yelena kissed her lightly on the lips before pulling away, “I have an idea, only if you're comfortable with it,” she rubbed light circles into Ava’s hips. At Ava’s raised eyebrows, she continued, “could you touch yourself for me? Let me watch?”
Ava stilled, shocked, “But I just said-”
“I know, I know” Yelena soothed, “But I’m here to talk you through it and I can always step in if you need help, would that be okay?”
Ava considered it for a moment for finally nodding, “okay,”
Yelena smiled, “Good girl, now lets get this dress off you,” Ava turned around in her lap, allowing Yelena to pull down her zipper, she pushed the dress off her shoulders, exposing more of her beautiful brown skin to the cool air. Yelena lightly ran her fingers over the clasp of her black strapless bra, “Can I take this off, too pretty girl?” Ava nodded but Yelena just clicked her tongue, “I need words please,”
“Yes, oh my god yes, just get it off me,” replied Ava, already breathless. Yelena chuckled and ever so slowly undid the claps. The bra fell on Ava’s lap and was promptly tossed away. Ava slowly spun around, baring her breasts for Yelena to see for the first time.
Yelena raised her hand, “can I?” she asked. Ava nodded but quickly corrected herself with, “You may,” At Yelena’s featherlight touch Ava mouth fell open as a little breathy moan escaped her lips. Yelena lightly circled Ava’s nipple with her finger, loving the way Ava tried pushing her whole breast into her hand. She withdrew her hand much to Ava’s disappointment.
“Stand up baby, lets get this dress off you,” Ava stood, pulling the dress down and stepping out of it, she turned to face Ava in nothing but her black panties, panties that were most definitely soaked which Yelena could tell by the damp patch that was still spreading. Ava reached down to slip them off, “leave them on for the minute," Yelena ordered. Ava stopped and nodded.
Yelena gestured to the bed, “hop on,” Ava clambered on the bed and lay with her head against the pillows, her legs closed.
“Comfy?” Ava nodded, Yelena crawled forwards, placing her hands on Ava’s knees, “open up for me then little ghost,” Ava swallowed hard but did as she asked, slowly opening her legs, Yelena guiding her. She sat back and took in the sight: Ava, legs spread, face flushed, wetness evident. Yelena groaned at the thought of how wet she was. And it was all for her .
“Now you can take them off sweet girl,” Yelena said. Ava hooked her thumbs underneath her panties and slowly dragged them down her legs, trying so hard to maintain eye contact with Yelena as she did so. Once they were off she threw them to the slide where they landed with an audible wet noise. That just left Ava, completed bare for a fully clothed Yelena, her pretty pussy all pink and wet and wanting. Yelena loosened her tie, taking it off, as well as her suit jacket, “touch yourself for me sweet girl,” she demanded. Ava slowly ran one hand down her legs until it hit the apex between her thighs, she drew in a breath as she made contact with her clit for the first time. As she slowly began to circle it she bit her lip to keep her moans quiet.
Yelena knew just telling the poor girl to relax and be louder wasn’t going to help so instead she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing her bra to Ava who was watching with peaked interest, her face pinched in pleasure. Once that was done, she undid the buttons on her trousers and slowly sunk her hand in, under her panties, groaning loudly at the wetness she found there. She brought her hand out showing her shiny fingers to Ava, “see what you do to me, pretty girl?” Ava whined, her free hand covering her mouth this time.
“Ah ah ah, none of that,” Yelena demanded, sticking her hand down her trousers again, “I want to hear every little noise you make Ava,” Yelena moaned as her fingers found her clit, “I won't hide from you, so don’t you hide from me.”
Ava slowly dropped her hand, finally allowing those little whines and whimpers to escape, “That it, you sound so fucking sexy,” Yelena praised, glad to see it having a good effect when Ava’s moans got louder. Ava’s fingers slid down her sex with a loud wet noise, “Can I?” she asked.
Yelena nodded, “Go ahead baby, fill yourself up for me,” Yelena moaned when she saw Ava’s eyes roll back and she slowly slid a finger in, her pussy greedily swallowing the finger. Ava began to pump her finger in and out of herself, her hips bucking to meet her hand. All the while Yelena praised her for how good she looked, how pretty she sounded, all the while her own moans were getting more high pitched as she grew closer to an orgasm. That was when she noticed Ava’s face go from twisted in pleasure to twisted in annoyance. Her other hand came down to rub circles on her clit at a speed that couldn’t feel nice. Ava let out little groans as on cue the hand rubbing her clit began to phase, "No, not now,” she muttered, frustrated tears gathering in her eyes.
“Ava.” Yelena began-
Ava shook her head, screwing her eyes shut, her fingers going even faster now. But she just couldn’t seem to push herself over the edge. She was really crying now, silent tears dripping down her face in steady waterfalls.
“Ava!”
Ava opened her eyes, focusing on Yelena again. “Do you need me to take over baby?” Yelena asked, already pulling her fingers out of her trousers. Ava bit her lip, blood now beading on it, before nodding. Yelena crawled over, placing her hand over the one on her clit, “Okay, you did so good getting yourself here, pull out your fingers for me there’s a good girl,” Ava whined at the loss of her own fingers but was quickly moaning again when Yelena pushed two of her own in gently, already feeling Ava’s walls start to clench around her. With her thumb she gently rubbed slow circles on her clit as she slowly pulled her fingers out and pushed them back in again.
“You are such a good girl for telling me what you needed,” Ava groaned at Yelena’s words, Yelena grinning wolfishly at her reaction. As she slowly fucked her Yelena planted slow kisses on Ava’s neck, her teeth lightly grazing the skin there. She wanted everyone to know that even for tonight, Ava was hers. Yelena gradually sped up her fingers, feeling Ava’s walls tightening as Yelena found that particular spot. Her eyes shot open and Yelena knew she was close, “Lena I’m-” she moaned, long and long.
“Don’t fight it sweetheart, just let it happen, I’ve got you,” Yelena sped up her thrusts. Ava nodded, her mouth falling open in a guttural scream as she flooded Yelena’s hand. Yelena kept up the pace, fucking her through her orgasm until she began to twitch violently. Yelena smothered her in kisses as she slowly came down. She lay beside her and pulled her close so that Ava could rest her head on her chest, Yelena's fingers still inside her. They lay for a moment in content silence, the only real sound being their breathing.
“I’m going to take them out okay?” Yelena whispered, placing a kiss on Ava’s forehead.
Ava nodded, wincing slightly when Yelena drew her fingers out slowly. Yelena glanced down at her slick covered fingers before popping them in her mouth. They tasted salty and sweet with a hint of something that was just Ava. It was a taste Yelena never really saw herself getting tired of. She groaned at the taste, seeing Ava’s eyes fixed on her.
“So how was your first orgasm?” Yelena joked, laughing when Ava lightly smacked her on the side.
“Don’t get too full of yourself,” Ava sniped before adding in a quieter voice, “It was…bloody fantastic actually. Thank you,”
Yelena shrugged, “No need to thank me, always happy to make a pretty girl feel good,” Yelena smiled at the pink blush on Ava’s face.
Ava grew quiet for a while, snuggling up to Yelena’s neck. Yelena was just about to ask her if she was alright when she blurted, “Can I taste you? Please?”
Yelena stared at her, taken aback, “You don’t have to..tonight was about you,”
Ava frowned, “I want to. If you want me to, that is?”
Yelena nodded, “A pretty girl wants to eat me out? How can I say no?” she said cheekily.
Ava rolled her eyes, “Don’t get cocky,” she warned before starting to kiss Yelena’s neck, gradually working her way down to her chest.
“Can I take this off?” she asked, fingering at Yelena’s bra. Yelena nodded and Ava reached behind her to unclasp it, freeing her breasts. She could tell that Ava was trying not to stare but was failing miserably.
Yelena cocked an eyebrow, “First time seeing a girl’s tits Starr?” she joked but quickly moaned when Ava’s mouth found her nipple. Her other hand tentatively found her other nipple, tweaking it gingerly. After a while she swapped, making sure both nipples got the attention they desired. Yelena’s hand went to her hair, carding it through the dark curls.
Ava slowly worked her way down her stomach, stopping at her trousers. She looked up at Yelena with a hopeful expression. Getting the message Yelena sat up, quickly making short work of her trousers and painfully wet panties. She lay back, letting Ava continue her voyage exploring Yelena’s body at her own pace, a kiss to a faded scar here, a light run of the finger there, all part of her odyssey to reach her destination between her legs. She hesitated, glancing up at Yelena, nervousness in her eyes.
“You’ve got this, I’ll guide you if you need help,” Yelena promised, glad when the nervousness dimmed slightly.
Then Ava placed her mouth on her.
It was like lightning when straight to her aching pussy. Yelena moaned, her head going back. She felt Ava smile against her, her tongue going to work, swiping through her folds. Yelena placed a hand in her hair to gently guide her to where she wanted her to be.
“Fuck, you sure you’ve never done this before. Your doing so fucking good baby,” Yelena groaned. Ava hummed in response, her tongue getting faster.
Fuck it was almost criminal how close Yelena was right now. Whining, Yelena gently dragged Ava’s head up slightly, moaning, “my clit, please Ava,” Ava complied, attaching her mouth to Yelena’s throbbing clit. Yelena cried out something that was a mixture between a moan and Ava’s name as she flooded Ava’s mouth. Ava’s tongue worked her through the high until Yelena tugged her away, pulling her up to kiss her, moaning at the taste of herself.
They lay together for a while, their tired, hot bodies heaving. Eventually Ava broke the silence, “What happens now?” she asked.
“Well..I was actually wondering if you’d like to go out on a date sometime?” Yelena asked. She felt Ava stiffen beside her and quickly added, “But if you want this to be a one time thing I understand-” she was cut off by Ava pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Shut up you idiot,” Ava hissed, there was no malice in her tone, if anything it only held genuine affection. Yelena could see tears in her eyes but they seemed to be happy ones.
“So is that a yes?” Yelena asked.
Ava rolled her eyes, “Of course it is,” she looked down, “I’m just a little surprised you would ask me is all,”
Yelena stared at her, “Are you kidding me,” she tilted up Ava’s chin to make her look at her, “Ava I’ve had a thing for you for weeks now,”
“You have?” Ava asked, her voice so small it made Yelena’s heart break.
She nodded, “Kind of hard not to, have you seen you?” she said, glad to see Ava smile a bit at the compliment.
Ava laughed, “You know, we are very unconventional right? Sex usually happens after the first date,”
“Since when have we been conventional?” Yelena asked.
Ava laughed, “True,” she bit her lip, “So where are you gonna take me?” she asked shyly.
“Not quite sure yet. But there is one thing I want to do before then,” Yelena said.
“What?” Ava asked.
“This,” and with that Yelena flipped them over so Ava was beneath her. Ava squealed in surprise as Yelena kissed down her body, fully intending on tasting her from the source this time.
That night Yelena discovered something about herself. She had never believed in heaven either but right now she believed she had found the closest thing to it: being between the legs of one Ava Starr.