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Galas, auctions, charity fundraisers, the life of the Bishop heir is never, ever dull. That is, if you think these types of events are interesting or cool, Kate thinks they’re neither. All the stuffy, dressed up, peppy philanthropists walking around, rubbing elbows, comparing who’s bigger, stronger, richer. It was never her style, not as a kid, not as a teenager, and not now, five years out of college and four years into her vigilante life.
Kate knows that these functions are important, she knows that ultimately these bunch of pretentious butts are helping people in need, but she doesn’t like the entire flaunting it thing. She looks around at the insanely expensive space this particular gala is taking place in, and she really doesn’t get the point of putting so much money into it. The event center where the gala is held looks more like a ballroom, which tracks because she is currently in the Ritz Paris hotel, like, the one in France . The amount of money spent on this extravagant event could have gone to better use in the community. This evening possibly cost more than building a school for a struggling neighbourhood, or more than like fifty scholarships for young people in need, or even more than setting up health insurance for a city or two.
So no, Kate doesn’t really get the point of the entire concept. All the money invested in these events could be so much more helpful elsewhere. When the Blip happened, it took a long time for life to get back to something resembling normality. A lot of people lost their loved ones, jobs, caretakers, friends and family, but Kate was fortunate enough to be a Bishop, and she didn’t find herself without shelter, food or resources. She was not an Avenger back then, she couldn’t go fight the bad guys, but she could give and help people in need in other ways. So Kate volunteered as much as she could, sometimes between twelve to fifteen hours a day delivering groceries at the beginning of the Blip.
Up until this day, even as Hawkeye, Kate makes a point out of assisting people with finding food and shelter, while also putting them in touch with different agencies and resources. Being well known as the Bishop heir and as Hawkeye came with a lot of privilege, and Kate was happy to pay it forward in every way she could.
But this? This is bullshit.
Yes, she was here both in her capacity as the Bishop heir and as Hawkeye, but it still doesn’t make the entire ordeal any better. The reason she flew all the way to freaking France and left her cosy New York condo behind was in order to gather intel on a dude that is affiliated with the rising of the new and improved Hydra.
She was excited to be sent on this mission, but she thought it would be over a lot sooner. As it was, she was now two weeks in and ready to be done with it. Kate shadowed her target, Abel Wolfganag, for the past two weeks and managed to get a lot of information from his business in France; who he met with, where were his haunting grounds, his favourite drinks, his preferred type of women (brunettes, wasted and expensive), his go to mode of transportation and so on.
While she felt like she got what she came for, she still wanted to bug his phone, or at least download all the information she could from it, and tonight’s gala was her best shot at that. After this, Kate will be free to pack up her stuff and go home, finally. She isn’t entirely sure when she became such a homebody, but she misses New York in her bones. If Kate is being honest though, the fact that she is wearing a dress, heels, and had been busy flirting up a storm with her target for the last forty minutes, is more a reason for her to be over this mission.
The thing about her tall and blonde target is that he is a douchebag, Nazi scum, that doesn’t know how to treat women and he has an attention span of a puppy when he is drunk and distracted by her plunging neckline. So, taking his iPhone off him while he was busy drinking and ogling her chest was easier than expected and in a matter of minutes she tapped his phone and downloaded the entire data off it. The hard part was getting rid of him, or so she thought. Interestingly enough, after twenty minutes of receiving an increasingly colder and colder shoulder from her, her target loses interest and Kate gives him the slip, making her way to the far side of the room and the hell away from him.
She makes sure to update Commander Hill via their secure messaging app that the mission is complete before she tucks her phone into her clutch. Now that the mission part of the evening is over, now she is left with the mingling part of the evening that she really does not feel up to at the moment.
Kate stands with her back against the fancy bar with a glass of champagne warming between the palms of her hands. She looks around the room which is buzzing with chatter and fake laughter, and she can’t wait for this night to be over. She has managed to go largely unbothered for most of the evening after losing Mr. Wolfgang, sadly her attire made her a focal point in the room. Choosing to go with a black dress with a daring leg slit and her cleavage well out there didn’t help her with blending in. Kate put some effort into her hair, throwing it up into a nice bun, and with a nice layer of dark mascara that made her eyes pop, she felt like she was truly armed and ready to deal with whatever came her way.
What ended up coming her way were a few old creepy men, a sweet (but misguided) woman trying her luck, and gladly, her target left her alone. Not too bad, really. The night shaped out to be pretty boring, apart from one person she couldn’t take her eyes off of. Amongst all the dull looking suits and elegant dresses, a bright pink mini dress and matching pink monster heels caught her eyes more than a few times that evening. The owner of that get up was an absolutely stunning blonde woman that was built in a way that made Kate’s brain melt a little.
She looked like she could squash a watermelon between her thighs, and there are very few things Kate likes more than a physically strong woman.
The woman had her hair down and a bit mussed, which gave her a bit of a wild look that Kate could imagine running her fingers through, mussing it up even more. She was wearing a choker necklace with a lock charm around her neck that was just as captivating as the woman was. Kate desperately tried to catch her eye all evening, but to no avail. She seemed to be gliding around the room, charming people every step she took.
At one point, Kate sees the beautiful blonde take out her phone while she takes a moment of reprieve from making everyone fall in love with her. People were dancing now, the band was playing classical music that seemed vaguely familiar, Kate really couldn’t tell, she was completely focused on the woman glued to her phone on the opposite side of the room. She could feel her own phone vibrating away in her clutch, but she really couldn’t be bothered to even check, Fury and Hill could wait.
After a few minutes of deliberation and self pep talking, Kate decides to go for it, she is going to make a move. She takes a deep breath, puts down her half empty champagne glass, pulls back her shoulders and starts making her way to her future wife.
Kate panics slightly when she loses sight of the woman, and she swerves around a few dancing couples. She emerges only to end up at the bar on the other end of the room that was occupied by the women in pink a few seconds ago, now standing vacant.
Before she has a chance to feel the disappointment that came with losing the gorgeous stranger, she feels a presence beside her and lifts her gaze to come face to face with breathtaking green eyes. Without much thought Kate grabs at the woman’s wrist - something she would never do under normal circumstances, but she really couldn’t help herself. Between the elation of not missing her shot, and the woman being so absolutely breathtaking, Kate’s brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
The moment Kate’s fingers close around the blonde’s wrist, they both freeze. The blonde slowly drops her gaze to the point of contact between them, and then back to meet Kate’s eyes. The woman looks momentarily surprised but then a slow smirk spreads across her plump lips as Kate drops her wrist and gives her a small smile of her own.
“I was wondering if you would come up with the courage to approach me tonight,” the woman says as she fully turns her body and attention to Kate, “It took you so long that I decided to speed up the process.”
“Hi, I’m Kate, you’re gorgeous,” Kate doesn’t miss a beat. She isn’t going to let this opportunity slip away from her, nor is she going to address the fact that she was caught not so subtly eying the blonde most of the evening.
This earns her a surprised smile and a raised eyebrow as the woman tilts her head lightly before picking up Kate’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. Kate feels herself blushing but really can’t find it in herself to care. The feeling of those soft lips against any part of her body feels like a breath of fresh air, especially after spending way too much attention on her target who was totally disgusting.
“I know who you are, Kate Bishop, your name precedes you. I actually know quite a lot about you,” the woman is very confident and forward, and the things she does to Kate with that insanely attractive accent of hers, a thick, lilting Russian accent, is fucking criminal. They are just talking and she can already feel herself getting wet.
Kate bites her lip in order to keep her cool before responding, making a real effort not to show how affected she is. It isn’t uncommon for people to recognize her, she is sort of a big deal in some circles.
“Then I am afraid I am at a disadvantage, I have been calling you ‘Future Wife’ in my head since the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m happy to get at least a first name to go with my last name.”
Yes, Kate is going all out.
“Oh, Kate Bishop, very big talk for a woman that has been spending most of the evening on the arm of a man. What would your boyfriend think of this?” The woman’s tone is amused and so is her face, and she even chuckles a bit when Kate’s answer to that question is a full body shudder with a side of a grimace.
“Ew, gross, no - no, he is not my boyfriend, I - that really is not my type-”
“What? Blondes?” The blonde woman asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.
Kate can’t help but laugh at the slight teasing.
“No. Men,” Kate steps into the woman’s personal space, due to the monster heels the blonde has on they come eye to eye as Kate reaches to twirl a blonde strand of hair around a finger, “blondes are absolutely my type,” Kate pauses as she searches the blonde’s eyes.
“Can I get a name, now?” Kate asks sweetly as she takes the woman in, her eyes searching the gorgeous face before her.
“How about you buy me a drink first, Kate Bishop? This is no way to treat your future wife!”
Kate laughs and offers the woman a hand as she walks around the side of the bar, sitting with her back against the wall and the woman in the high bar seat next to her. She flags down the bartender and orders two beers.
Kate makes eye contact with the blonde and taps the neck’s of their beer bottles together before taking a slow pull of the beverage.
“Okay, drink obtained. Name please?”
“Very not patient, I like it,” the woman hums as she puts down her bottle and fully turns in her seat to face Kate, crossing her legs and causing Kate’s gaze to drift down to her legs momentarily, “My name is Yelena,” she says slowly as she places her hand on Kate’s thigh which tenses under her touch. She runs her fingers lightly from Kate’s knee up to the hem of her dress.
“Tell me, Kate Bishop,” Yelena starts and Kate is torn between wanting to make eye contact with her and following her fingers that are scratching lightly against the bare skin of her thigh, “if, hypothetically speaking, I had a room in this hotel for the night, could I possibly entice you to join me?”
Kate hesitates as her hands tighten around her beer, but her legs fall open slightly, allowing Yelena more room to explore under her dress, “I don’t know, it has been a while since I had a one night stand,” Kate sucks in a startled breath as Yelena’s fingers make contact with her very, very wet thong, brushing slowly along her covered center.
Yelena hums thoughtfully as Kate throws a worried glance over her shoulder before she decides they are seated in a secluded enough place hidden against the bar and the wall, that she can allow Yelena some liberties. Yelena leans closer to her and presses a kiss just below Kate’s ear as she rubs a finger over Kate’s clothed clit, causing Kate to gasp lightly before biting her lip.
Kate didn’t even know she had a thing for public sex, and yet here she is, ready to let this woman she just met - Yelena - finger fuck her while she is still technically on a mission. In a room full of people.
Well, the mission is actually over, she just needs to get her butt back stateside and then it will be officially over.
“I think that you would let me take you right here, right now, if I wished to do so, yes?” Yelena asks in a low voice that causes goosebumps to spread across Kate’s skin, but before Kate can formulate an answer, Yelena slides aside Kate’s thong and swipes a finger through Kate’s wetness, and Kate has to fight very hard not to moan.
Kate is biting her bottom lip as she sends a few furtive glances at Yelena who looks like the perfect picture of innocence, she seems incredibly put together while she slowly dips a finger in and out of Kate’s sopping wet entrance. If anyone would spare them a glance, they would see two women having a hushed conversion while huddled together at the bar. If they only knew.
“This is very nice, Kate Bishop, but what I really want is to take you with my strap,” Yelena says conversationally, and Kate’s eyes shoot down to Yelena’s crotch to see if she is packing, and if she is, how the heck could she hide it under that small, tight pink dress?
“I - oh , fuck -” Kate swallows down a moan as Yelena slides her thong back into place and surreptitiously sucks her wet finger into her mouth, “- are you, do you -” Kate takes a deep breath and crosses her legs, pressing them together as she shifts against her seat “- are you wearing it now?” Kate asks quietly.
Yelena smirks, and instead of answering, she uncrosses her own legs, grabs Kate’s hand, pausing just long enough to receive a nod of approval from Kate, before she slides Kate’s hand up between her legs until Kate’s fingers meet the slightly swollen, wet skin of Yelena’s bare pussy. Yelena flares her nose and runs her tongue across her bottom lip before lifting Kate’s hand to her mouth and placing a kiss against her slightly wet fingers.
“I do not know Kate Bishop, am I wearing it now?” Yelena asks as she opens her eyes wide and pouts her lips. Kate huffs out a laugh, shakes her head slightly before grabbing a bunch of Euros out of her clutch and leaving them on the bar. Kate stands on surprisingly steady feet and offers Yelena a hand to help her down her seat. Yelena laces her fingers through Kate’s and drags her out of the convention center straight to the bank of elevators leading to the upper floors.
When the elevator arrives it is empty and Yelena lets Kate enter first. After she presses the relevant floor, Yelena twirls on Kate and kisses her as she pins her against the wall of the elevator. Kate’s hands fly to Yelena’s waist and pull her into her body while Yelena’s hands frame her face as she kisses her within an inch of her life. Before Kate can fully sink into the kiss, into Yelena’s touch and taste, Yelena breaks the kiss and the elevator doors ding open.
Yelena’s green eyes are blown wide and her chest is heaving lightly as she pulls Kate after her, and Kate is pleased to see that she isn’t the only one affected by the short kiss. Yelena stops in front of a huge door and turns to Kate excitedly, fidgeting with the key to the room.
“This is the Coco Chanel suite, Gabrielle Chanel actually lived here in the thirties, isn’t that so cool?” She asks Kate with a huge smile on her face, squeezing her hand in excitement. Kate can’t help but melt a little bit inside, this woman is an oxymoron, one moment she is fingering her in a room full of people, and the other she is geeking out over history and designers. Kate can’t stop the warm smile that blooms across her face.
“That is super cool! How did you land this room, anyway?” Kate asks as she steps into the suite after Yelena. Yelena turns to Kate, grabs her clutch and tosses it on one of the many couches in the room. She slowly walks Kate backwards with hands against her hips until her back connects softly with the wall.
“I have my ways, Kate Bishop, I could explain, but I prefer to put my mouth to better use,” Yelena whispers against her lips before kissing her softly, a short sweet thing, “can we decide to fuck now, and talk later?”
Kate pushes lightly against Yelena sternum, putting some space between them. She searches her eyes, green, soft, beautiful eyes that stare back at her patiently, and she can’t find a reason to say no to this breathtaking woman. She slides her hand up Yelena’s chest, following the slight dip of the neckline of her dress before clasping her fingers around the locket on the necklace Yelena’s wearing. Kate keeps her eyes open as Yelena’s slam shut when she is tugged in close by Kate, they are so close they are breathing the same air. When Yelena’s eyes open again, the beautiful green colour is nearly gone with how widely blown her pupils are. Kate nods once, and crashes her lips against Yelena’s, ready to be consumed fully by this goddess of a woman.
Kate grabs at her hips and pulls Yelena into her and Yelena comes willingly. Yelena has one hand against her jaw and the other trails down the side of Kate’s body until she reaches Kate’s thigh, when she pulls her leg up a bit, Kate obliges immediately and wraps her leg around Yelena. Kate groans into the kiss when Yelena slots a strong thigh between her legs, her dress is loose enough to expose her when she wraps her leg around Yelena.
“I am going to make you come so many times tonight you won’t even remember your own name, Kate Bishop,” Yelena promises against Kate’s panting lips as she rolls her hips into Kate, essentially fucking her into the wall. Kate clings to Yelena’s waist as she grinds down on her thigh, “Fuck - yeah, o-okay, I can totally get - oh my god,” Yelena attaches her mouth to Kate’s pulse point and sucks on it hard enough that Kate knows that she is going to leave a mark for the entire world to see.
Yelena nips and sucks at Kate’s neck, all the while still pinning her to the wall and letting Kate ride her thigh, “You are so wet, I can feel you on my thigh,” Yelena whispers while pulling Kate’s leg higher up her hip, bracing herself against the wall and thrusting forward into Kate just as she pulls her down against her, and Kate feels herself start shaking. “Can you come like this?” Yelena asks breathlessly as she doubles her efforts, widening her stance and helping Kate rub herself against her.
Kate can do little more than whine, clinging on to Yelena for dear life and chasing her fast coming orgasm. Can she come like this? Fuck yeah. Can she articulate that at the moment? Fuck no. Kate tucks her face against Yelena’s neck and nods before committing to coming like this. She can’t remember when was the last time she got herself off fully dressed while grinding on a partner’s thigh, but this is so very different from any of her past experiences. This is nothing like what she used to do when she was younger, back then it was an uncoordinated, awkward thing, dry humping until release. But this? She feels like she is getting truly fucked. She clings to Yelena as the friction against her clit starts to build the coiling tension in her lower belly.
“Do not hold back, ride me until you fall apart,” Yelena whispers against Kate’s ear, voice gravely and a bit wrecked, it hits Kate between her legs as if Yelena whispered it directly against her clit. The leg around Yelena’s waist tightens and Kate grabs at Yelena’s hips to keep her still as she doubles her efforts, rubbing herself faster against Yelena’s thigh feeling the wetness smeared there, moaning when she feels how close she is, how wet she is, how dirty this entire thing is. Kate is desperately searching for the right amount of friction to get her there, she is teetering on the precipice of her orgasm, her heart is thudding erratically in her chest, but when Yelena moans into her ear, it throws her over the edge.
She clamps down on Yelena’s thigh, her body freezing for a moment, and then the orgasm shudders through her entire body. Kate bites down on Yelena’s clothed shoulder to stop herself from moaning embarrassingly loud as she feels the wetness between her legs coat her inner thighs. Yelena pulls her gently away from the wall and lets Kate’s leg drop to the ground before wrapping her arms around Kate and hugging her as she comes down from her first orgasm of the night.
Kate huffs a small laugh against the side of Yelena’s neck before pulling back and facing a very smug looking Yelena. Yelena opens her mouth to probably comment something obnoxious, but Kate won’t let her, she presses a kiss against Yelena’s parted lips and licks into her mouth, completely derailing Yelena. Yelena smiles into their kiss and starts fiddling with the opening of Kate’s dress, just below her chest.
Yelena breaks the kiss and meets Kate’s gaze, “I want this off,” Kate’s pulse that was just starting to lower skyrockets all over again as she nods eagerly. “We can do that, but I need a bed, or a couch, before you take off my clothes, please,” Kate requests, feeling wobbly, clutching onto Yelena and trying not to lose her footing in her high heels.
Yelena walks her from the foyer of the room into the dimly lit living room. There are two couches, a work table, and a few armchairs. The room is dark, save the lights filtering in from the floor to ceiling windows and a few lamps that are spreading a soft glow around the room. Yelena stops in the middle of the room and stands behind Kate, maneuvering her to stand in front of a huge mirror mounted on the wall. Yelena meets her eyes through the reflection and doesn’t break her gaze as she pulls down the straps of Kate’s dress. Her fingers slowly lowering the fabric, skimming Kate’s breasts on the way to let the straps drop completely. When her breasts are free, Yelena palms at them gently, rubbing her hands against Kate’s slowly hardening nipples.
Kate closes her eyes and tips her head back, resting her temple against Yelena’s. A sharp pinch to her nipple makes her gasp and search out Yelena’s eyes in the mirror.
“Eyes on me, Kate Bishop, I want to see those pretty blue eyes,” Kate bites her bottom lip and obliges. She watches as Yelena opens the buttons on the front of her dress without hesitation, and as the dress falls out of view in the mirror, the fabric hitting the ground with a soft thud. Yelena then frees Kate’s hair from the tight bun it was in, stroking her hair away from her face and fluffing it a little. Kate watches transfixed as Yelena pushes her nose into the back of her head and breathes her in, it is a move so very intimate that does not really fit into the evening they had so far.
Yelena seems to realise this, too, as she pulls back and sends Kate a bit of a bashful smile which quickly turns a bit impish.
“Because you asked so nicely, I will let you sit on this couch while I eat you out,” Yelena tilts her head in the direction of the couch under the mirror, “and then, I am going to get my strap-on, and take you on the couch behind us facing the mirror so you can see how good you look when you’re getting railed,” Yelena’s hands tighten around her waist, eyes dark and searching, voice velvety soft and lilting.
“That… sounds good, but when do I get to do you?” Kate asks, and then she pouts as Yelena bursts out laughing. “You do me? Kate Bishop, you are so funny,” Yelena chuckles, her nose scrunching up in a way that is so terribly cute it throws Kate completely. Yelena turns her around and then she is being pushed into a sitting position on the couch, feet planted firmly on the ground in her heels, and Yelena kneels before her on the ground. Yelena looks up at her through hooded eyelids and Kate is on the verge of coming just by seeing her kneeling between her legs. Yelena hooks her fingers into Kate’s thong and lowers it down her legs, the fabric feels sticky as it is peeled off her body and she tries not to feel too self conscious about it.
“Hmmm, so wet for me Kate Bishop, you made quite a mess,” Yelena hums thoughtfully as she runs a finger from Kate’s knee, up her thigh, and straight up her slit, “I think I need to clean you up, is that okay?” Kate’s legs fall open further, and she braces her hands on both sides of her body, giving Yelena a shaky nod. Yelena, not satisfied with the non verbal answer, nips at her thigh in admonishment, “Be a good girl and use your words, can I eat you out, Kate?”
“Yes please,” She answers in a rush, who is this woman? Kate loves consent, it gets her going and this woman seems to see straight through Kate and has it all figured out. “Can I use my fingers?” Yelena then asks, fingers drawing different patterns against Kate’s thighs. “You better,” Kate mumbles and sends Yelena a wink. Yelena smirks, grabs one of Kate’s hands and brings it to the back of her head, and Kate threads her fingers through golden locks, applying the faintest of pressure. Yelena presses open mouthed kisses against Kate’s thigh, licking at the wetness still coating her skin and making her way up slowly.
Kate can’t take her eyes off of Yelena. Their eyes meet as Yelena uses her tongue to part Kate’s pussy lips, and then she flattens her tongue and makes a broad swipe upwards. Kate’s jaw drops when Yelena wraps her lips around her clit and starts sucking and flicking her tongue against the swollen and still sensitive nub. While Kate is so mesmerised by the visual of the blonde head bobbing between her legs, Yelena manages to slip a finger into Kate. She is so wet it slips right in, no form of resistance to be found. Yelena moans against Kate’s clit, her nose pressing softly against her pubic mound as she adds another finger.
Yelena fucks in and out of her slowly, dragging her fingers against Kate’s most sensitive spots on every out motion. Kate is blissed the fuck out. She throws back her head when Yelena twists her fingers inside her and doubles down on sucking her clit into her mouth. It doesn’t take long until Kate can feel her thighs shaking against the side of Yelena’s head. Yelena knows what the fuck she’s doing and she’s beyond good at it, Kate feels like she knows all the right buttons to press to send her toppling over the edge without much effort. Kate tries to hold off, tries to make it last longer and Yelena catches on.
Yelena stills her fingers inside Kate and detaches her mouth from Kate’s clit. Kate looks down just as Yelena looks up, lips and chin soaked, cheeks rosy and hair messy, “Kate Bishop,” Yelena says slowly and then she licks her fucking lips, moans, and her eyes go a bit glossy before she focuses on her again, “What part of you coming as much as possible tonight are you having trouble with?” As she waits for Kate to form any sort of reply, she slowly slides a third finger into Kate and a gush of wetness drips out of her in between Yelena’s fingers. Yelena smirks at her, before rising up on her knees and sucking Kate’s nipple in between her lips as she starts fucking her again with purpose, her thumb drawing tight circles against her clit and her tongue lavishing the nipple in her mouth with attention. Kate doubles over into her touch, the hand in Yelena’s hair tightens, and the other one flies to hook around her shoulders.
Kate lays her temple on top of Yelena’s head, breath coming out a bit wheezy between every moan and sigh that escapes her lips. She rolls her hips with the motion of Yelena’s fingers, the wet sound of Yelena’s fingers fucking in and out of her are down right obscene. Kate is allowing the pressure to build until she comes with a silent scream, shaking around Yelena’s fingers and holding on for dear life. Yelena breaks away from her nipple with a wet pop and gently pushes Kate to rest against the couch as she helps Kate ride out her orgasm, Yelena’s fingers slowing inside of her.
Her lips are swollen and wet with her slick and Kate is spell bound. She pulls her in and crashes their lips together moaning at the taste of herself on Yelena’s lips. Yelena plants a hand beside Kate’s hip and leans into the kiss as she picks up the tempo of her thrusts into Kate’s throbbing center. “Yelena, f-fuck, I, I can’t -” Kate whines into her mouth, clutching onto her shoulders with both hands, short fingernails digging into the fabric of Yelena’s pink dress. Yelena pulls back to meet her eyes, but stays close enough for them to be panting hotly against each other’s lips.
“You can, Kate, you have another one in you,” Yelena answers in confidence and uses her entire body to fuck Kate into the couch, “You take me so well, fuck, you are so sexy, Kate Bishop,” Yelena whispers and Kate falls apart again on the spot. Shaking around Yelena’s finger as her heartbeat races and thuds dangerously in her chest. A praise like that gets Kate going and Yelena clocked that, too. This time, when Kate gets her bearings she grabs Yelena’s wrist and pulls on it until Yelena gently eases out from between her legs.
Kate watches through hazy eyes as Yelena raises her saturated fingers in between their bodies and licks them clean slowly. Yelena’s eyes close heavily and a soft moan escapes from her mouth as she savours the taste. Kate grabs her jaw when she’s done and she presses her lips against Yelena’s, kissing her deeply, wetly, open mouthed, trying to show her appreciation for all the orgasms she had just bestowed on her because words are failing her. Yelena slows down the kiss from frantic to sweet and slows it down with short sweet pecks until the kiss tapers out completely.
Yelena pulls back and sits on her haunches on the floor, her hands warm against Kate’s bare waist, “are you ready for my strap, or do you need a moment? Need water?”
Kate nods, and pets Yelena’s shoulder distractedly, still trying to catch her breath.
“Be right back, then.”
Kate leans her head back against the couch and tries to calm the fuck down, she is completely winded and a bit exhausted at this point, but the thought of this insanely attractive woman pounding into her - well. Kate can probably find a second wind. She hears Yelena walking back into the room and she opens her eyes just as Yelena offers her a water bottle and a throw blanket.
“Here you go, Krasotka. Drink up, rest a bit, I’m going to strap up for you,” Yelena bends down to leave a sweet kiss on Kate’s cheek before leaving the room again. Kate throws a soft ‘thank you’ at Yelena’s retreating form before drinking the entire bottle in one go, she really was parched. She wraps the throw blanket around her shoulders, and she starts bending to take off her heels but stops dead by Yelena’s sing song voice from the other room.
“Heels stay on, Kate Bishop. It makes your ass look fantastic.” Kate scoffs, mutters a quiet ‘so bossy’, but leaves her heels on. She can make that sacrifice for the woman that is showing her the night of her life. Kate thinks that she probably should be a little more critical of the situation and of this woman, but the entire thing is so exciting, so refreshing, she decides she won’t question it. If push comes to shove, she can protect herself. She is Hawkeye, for fucks sake. Like, literally for fucks sake. The thought makes her giggle, but her giggles die in her throat and her jaw drops when Yelena walks back into the room.
She still has her necklace and her monster heels on, but the dress is gone. In its stead is a thick, black leather chest harness that wraps around Yelena’s shoulders, upper chest and ribs, outlining her breasts and making her nipples the center of attention, and around her waist is a soft looking harness, well worn, with a purple strap-on jutting out of it. Kate’s mouth goes dry even though she just finished an entire bottle of water, all the liquid in her body shooting south rapidly.
“Fuck me,” Kate’s voice is strained, she can’t keep her eyes still, gaze jumping between the strap-on that looks like just the right size for her, to Yelena’s small breasts and pert nipples, to her abs, muscular thighs, and finally her dark eyes studying Kate closely, a small satisfied smile tugging at one edge of her mouth.
“That is the plan, yes,” Kate stands up, letting the throw blanket drop, and walks up to Yelena to run her fingers along one of the chest straps, “Where did you, this is -” Kate cuts herself off and searches Yelena’s eyes. “It is new! Bought it here in Paris, who knew they had so many great sex shops in the city of love?” Yelena pushes out her chest a bit and looks down at her chest, a small smile across her lips. Kate clears her throat and wraps her fingers around the shoulder strap. “It looks amazing on you, you look… wow,” her voice is strained still, her brain feels entirely hazy.
Yelena grabs her hips and pulls Kate closer, the head of the strap-on nudging Kate’s bare hip. “Thank you, Kate Bishop, you are very kind with your compliments. You look wow, too. But do you know how you will look even more wow?” Kate lowers a hand to wrap around the harness fastened on Yelena’s waist, and with the other she starts slowly rubbing up and down the purple dildo, pushing into Yelena with every down stroke. “I don’t know anything right now, my brain is officially mush,” Kate answers before attaching her lips to Yelena's throat.
Yelena moans and fists a hand in Kate’s hair, tugging gently, while still tilting her head to the side, allowing Kate’s lips access to more skin. “Do you need me to tell you what to do, Kate?” Yelena asks and Kate stills, pulls back a little, and then presses a kiss to the locket of Yelena’s necklace before she meets Yelena’s hooded eyes. Kate searches her face for a moment, her hand still jerking her off slowly. “Can I blow you, please?” Kate asks and watches with baited breath as Yelena’s eyes close slowly and she sucks in a deep breath.
When they open again they are completely black, arousal shining through clearly in her heated gaze. Yelena stills Kate’s hand and laces their fingers together as she pulls Kate around to stand in front of the other couch in the room, turning her around to face the mirror again. Yelena pulls Kate back against her front, and Kate feels even more wetness coat her thighs at the feeling of Yelena’s nipples against her back and the dildo pressing against her ass.
“That is a lovely offer, Kate Bishop, but first, I want you to watch as I mount you and fuck your tight little pussy on my strap,” Kate moans and allows Yelena to direct her into a position she deems fit. Kate ends up with her legs wide apart and her shins leaning against the bottom of the couch, her elbows planted on top of the headrest of the couch, looking at the mirror and at herself dead in the eye, her ass is sticking out, even more so because she is still in her fucking heels. Yelena stands tall behind her and runs her fingers softly up and down her back, she stops at her waist and squeezes lightly waiting for Kate to meet her eyes.
“Okay?” She asks quietly, softly. Her voice is in direct contrast to the strong, nearly regal, look of her in that chest harness. “Yeah, yes.” Kate answers and feels herself clench around thin air. “Good girl,” Yelena hums and Kate has to fight not to squirm and press her legs together. Yelena palms her ass cheeks and runs a finger through her dripping pussy. “No need for lube, I see,” Kate moans and lowers her forehead to rest against her forearms as Yelena fingers her slowly with one hand while holding her steady with the other.
Kate moans and pushes back against Yelena that tuts and taps her waist three times. Kate raises her head and locks eyes with her in the mirror as Yelena guides the head of the dildo into Kate’s entrance. Kate bites down on her lip as the head nudges into her and pops in easily. Yelena closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, grabs Kate’s hips and slams into her with one swift thrust.
“Fuck Yelena!” Kate’s entire body jolts forward from the movement and she braces herself as Yelena builds up a slow pace, dragging out of her and slamming back in. Every time she slams into her, moans spill out of Kate’s lips. “So good for me Kate, take it,” Yelena all but growls as she finds a pace that seems to work for both of them. Yelena braces herself with one hand by Kate’s forearm on the couch backrest, and with the other she starts rolling a nipple between her fingers.
“Oh - oh fuck, yes, Yelena fuck…” Kate whines at the added stimulation and feels herself clench around the strap. Yelena nips her shoulder lightly before pulling back and Kate’s head drops to her forearms again. She knows Yelena asked her to watch but she can’t find the energy to keep herself upright. She feels so fucking full, her pussy is positively dripping at this stage, the wet noises coming from between her legs are so insanely hot and distracting, and if that isn’t enough, the little grunts and groans leaving Yelena’s mouth are absolutely sending her.
Yelena picks up her pace again and the sounds of her thighs slapping against Kate’s are just as dirty and enticing as the squelching sounds coming from the dildo fully railing into her. She hears Yelena saying something but she can’t focus. Her legs are starting to shake both from the impending orgasm and from the effort of keeping herself steady and not letting Yelena fuck her into the couch face first. Kate whines and breathes heavily against her forearm.
Kate feels Yelena’s fingers threading through her hair and tugging lightly and she gets the memo, she raises her head and Yelena pulls her back by the hair and Kate gasps. “Look at me Kate Bishop, I want to see you come,” Yelena growls as her grip on her hair tightens and she slams into Kate and then stills. The moment between them feels suspended in time, both their chests are heaving, eyes wild, beads of sweat shining on their skin. The hand not busy fisting Kate’s hair slides between Kate’s legs and finds her clit. Yelena starts moving again, not losing eye contact with Kate as she starts fucking her again.
Kate moans and Yelena’s jaw drops a bit, “Yes Kate, yes. Look at you, how thoroughly fucked you look right now, do you like this? Being pounded by a total stranger?” Kate starts shaking, the words and Yelena’s fingers on her clit driving her to the edge of her sanity. “You do, don’t you? You let a stranger mount you like this? Fuck, that is so hot,” Yelena whines and Kate is struggling to keep her eyes open. Every thrust of Yelena’s hips sends her jolting forward, and both their breasts bounce with the movement and Kate is struggling.
“Can I - Yelena, please can I -” Kate gasps at a particular hard thrust and loses her train of thought all together. “Do you need my permission to come?” Yelena asks gruffly, her fingers increasing the pressure against her clit. Kate nods jerkingly, moaning and cursing, begging Yelena to let her come. “So good for me, fuck, come for me Kate,” and that’s all Kate needs to fall apart. Her eyes slam shut and she falls forward into the couch, not able to hold herself. Before she manages to collapse and faceplant completely, she feels Yelena’s arms wrap around her and hold her up. Kate manages somehow, between the haze of her orgasm and the absolute bliss that courses through her, to feel as Yelena stills behind her and tumbles into an orgasm of her own while still sheathed inside her.
Kate leans heavily against the couch catching her breath as Yelena slowly pulls out of her. Kate moans tiredly, legs shaking and the ache between them so insanely delicious. Kate is positive she will feel Yelena for days to come. She hears two thumps of leather hitting the floor before she feels Yelena drop to the floor and take off Kate's heels. Before Kate has an opportunity to enjoy the freedom so kindly offered to her poor feet, she is being hauled over Yelena’s shoulder and taken into the other room.
Kate laughs and shrieks as Yelena tosses her gently onto the bed. Yelena kicks off her heels, pulls down the sheets and crawls into bed on her back, opening an arm in invitation offering Kate a post coital cuddle, and well, Kate never says no to cuddles. Kate lays her head tiredly against Yelena’s chest, her fingers drawing lazy patterns against her upper chest. All the stress of the last couple of weeks drowning out of her. They are silent for a few moments, both coming down from their respective highs when Yelena breaks the silence between them. “So, that guy back there was not your boyfriend, but do you have a partner back home that doesn’t know you are fooling around behind their back?” Kate can hear the smirk in Yelena’s voice and she huffs out a little laugh and keeps her eyes closed.
Kate blindly reaches up and grabs the locket around Yelena’s neck, she taps three times on the back of it until it pops open and two rings fall out into Kate’s hand. She opens her eyes and slips one ring onto the fourth finger on her left hand, and then helps Yelena slip on hers.
She kisses Yelena’s hand and lays it on her own cheek as she snuggles back into Yelena’s chest, hugging her as close as possible to her own body. “I do have a partner back home, and she knows I’m fooling around with her, and this is absolutely the last time I’m going on a two week long mission without you . I missed you too much.” Yelena strokes a gentle hand across Kate’s cheek and brushes Kate’s soft hair away from her face. “I missed you, too Zhizn moya .”
Kate kisses the palm of Yelena’s hand and soaks in her warm body, her smell, all of her so close to her again after two weeks of no contact.
“We nailed the role playing thing, yes?” Yelena asks quietly, and to Kate’s surprise she can detect a bit of uncertainty in Yelena’s voice. She leans up on her elbow and looks down at Yelena. She kisses her softly before levelling her with a very serious stare. “You, my beautiful, smart, funny, hot, badass fiancée did a wonderful job. I love you, baby. I’m so happy I get to come home to you and our dogs, you don’t even know.” Yelena smiles at her and pulls her down into a crushing hug.
“I love you, too. Grills took both Fanny and Lucky, and I understood that you are done with your mission. What do you think about spending a couple more days in the city of love with me?” Kate looks up at Yelena searching her eyes. “Are you sure, honey? I know you don’t have the best memories from here.” Yelena smiles and kisses the tip of Kate’s nose.
“I’m ready to make new memories with you.”