What If (Yelena Belova x Reader)
Summary: The night is supposed to be spent with Natasha, your best friend. Nevertheless, fate has other plans for you. She's running late. You're shocked to find Yelena home, soaked to the skin. She doesn't seem to be herself. It's time for a friendly game of Truth or Dare to cheer her up.
Translations: Krasivo (Pretty), Krasivaya (Beautiful)
The What If. We all have them. They sneak up on you whenever you least expect it. You are rendered powerless by them. They left you feeling more anxious than you ever have before. Whenever this happened, the same person would appear again. Yelena. Yelena Belova has left you with more What Ifs than anyone else. She would be smug if she knew how much time you spent thinking about her.
For as long as you can remember, Natasha has been your best friend. Natasha was closely followed by Yelena wherever she went. Initially, you and Yelena clashed constantly. It was her way or no way. You didn't notice the change between you both. When you first met, you used to roll your eyes at one another but now it had changed to gentle smiles at each other in passing. While Natasha thought you and Yelena were finally getting along, you knew there was much more to it.
It was impossible not to stare whenever she walked into the room. Her smile was contagious, and her gentle laugh was a comforting sound for you now. You didn't hear it that often, which was unfortunate. Despite her openness when it came to sharing her opinions, she was quiet when it came to how she felt about other people. This included you. She was always so closed off. You wished she wasn't.
It was unclear how things stood with Yelena now. The tension between the two of you, however, was always there. Something unspeakable. Continuously building to a boiling point, it was threatening to explode. Whenever you met her in passing, you'd catch how she looked at you, and well, it made you melt. She would often message you on Instagram. Every time she sent you a message, you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited.
There were times when they were the simplest things. She might just be asking about your day. Through the screen, you knew she was sincerely interested in what you had to say. She would send voice messages explaining her day, and you couldn't help but swoon when you heard her voice. You could never admit that to her. Maybe you were overthinking this? It wasn't exactly possible to have a relationship with your best friend's sister.
There was a plan for you to spend the night over at Natasha's. You were supposed to be going to a party, but it changed last minute. It was impossible to say no to her when she asked to get together to study. It wasn't a secret that Yelena planned on attending the party tonight too. She mentioned it several times to you over text.
There was no way you could get it out of your head. What If you had gone? You would have had some alone time with Yelena. Is that what you really wanted? Would you be able to trust yourself? You've made up your mind, stop it. Regardless, you won't be going. Initially, it had been a horrible night. The rain hadn't stopped and the cheap umbrella you carried couldn't keep from collapsing when the wind blew. Every time you promised yourself, you'd buy a new one, you didn't.
It served you well, only managed to dampen you a little bit. Natasha wasn't home yet when you arrived. You had received a message earlier saying she was running late and would get you something to eat on her way. The key was hidden in the plant pot, so you let yourself in. After ascending the stairs and making your way down the hallway to Natasha's room, you heard faint music playing. It stopped you in your tracks, leaving you wondering where it came from. You knew the song. Crimson and Clover. As soon as you heard it, you knew it was coming from Yelena's room. She must have forgot to turn it off.
You approached Yelena's room; you noticed the door was slightly open. You didn't hesitate to enter. The room was being lit by a lamp in the corner, she must have forgot to turn that off too. She must have been in a rush to leave the house. Your eyes met the source of the music. Her vinyl player in the corner of the room, the same one Natasha got her for Christmas. Your eyes were drawn to the spinning vinyl as you made your way over to it. You were about to switch it off when you suddenly heard a noise behind you. It was a quiet gasp.
You were startled, you glanced over your shoulder to the source of the noise. Yelena. It was hard not to notice what she was wearing. In a short red dress with a figure-tight fit, she looked stunning. You both stood on opposite sides of the room in silence, it felt like forever but in reality, only a few seconds had passed. You watched as her chest heaved in, she looked like she was holding her breath. Why? Her green eyes weren't on you for once. They were focused on the ground. She wouldn't even look at you.
Her face looked tense; she was chewing on her bottom lip. What had happened? You decided you were going to break the silence, but she must have had the same idea. You both spoke at the exact same time
"Hi." The second it happened; you heard a quiet laugh release from her lips. In an accidental lift of her eyes, her gaze met yours. The sound of her voice was raspy, as if she was worn out. Her lips parted ever so slightly, and her face instantly relaxed. The blush on her cheeks was instantaneous. Her eye contact with you lasted longer than she would have liked. Even if it was just for a moment, she let down her walls. Upon entering the room, she rolled her eyes at you, biting the corner of her lip as she rubbed her wet hair.
"You don't like my music?"
"Who doesn't like Crimson and Clover? I just didn't think you'd be home."
"Not happy to see me then?"
"No, no! I- didn't mean that. I-"
"No? So you aren't happy to see me?" She interrupted you, raising her eyebrows. You were being teased by her. Of course, you bit despite knowing better. She was the cat, and you were the mouse.
"I thought you liked it."
"God, I hate you. You're so annoying, I swear" A chuckle escaped your lips as you glanced down at the Vinyl player. A slight adjustment to the volume was made as you leaned up against her dresser. Your mind was torn between leaving and staying. You were too busy lost in thought to have seen Yelena's expression. When you looked up at her, she was frowning at you.
"I know you don't" There was such a sense of seriousness in her voice. You weren't sure whether she was trying to prove it to you or to herself. She did something that was unusual for her. A subtle thing caught your attention. She was fiddling with the fabric of her dress. All the time, she seemed so carefree. What made her anxious? She never was. It seemed to have hit a nerve with her, so you changed the topic.
"How was the party? I just wasn't expecting to see you tonight and you're so wet." The second the words left your mouth. Yelena raised her eyebrow up with you, a dirty smile crossing her lips as her eyes didn't leave you. You felt your body tense up under her gaze. You had stepped right into that one. Every move you made was scrutinized by her as she leaned against the door.
"You're acting like that's a bad thing."
"I was talking about your clothes"
"I wasn't" Yelena released a soft chuckle. You could feel your stomach tighten. There is a flush of red on your cheeks right away. You hated that she had that much control over you. As she approached you, you held your breath as she brushed up against you softly making her way to sit on the window still. Her favourite place to sit was there, especially when it rained. She rested her head against the glass, her eyes drooped as she looked at you. You'd love to know what she was thinking right now.
"Do you really want me to stop?" She almost said it in a whisper, her eyes slowly tracing your face for a reaction. You shook your head, bringing your attention to something else. Anything else.
"Why did you come home so early?"
"I just wasn't feeling it."
"I feel like there's more to that then you're letting me know" As you heard her release a sigh, you murmured under your breath. Looking out the window, she focused her attention on the raindrops. Despite the faint music playing, the sound of the rain beating against the glass was louder.
"I got all dressed up and for what? I mean. Sure. It was a party, and all parties are the same but I just..." A look of regret flashed across her face as she shared that with you. She began twisting a ring on her finger. You sat down beside her on the window still, a gap between you both. She didn't look at you, not once. You could feel it in the silence.
"You just?" You added, you wanted her to talk. You wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Nothing." She shrugged her shoulders at you weakly. The walls you thought were gone, were built sky high.
"How about we play a game?"
"A game?" Yelena lifted her head up where you could finally see her green eyes up close. You could feel yourself beginning to melt.
"I think you need a cheering up and what's more fun than me beating you."
"Oh please. You're on! I win every time."
"Truth or dare. First one to pull out, loses."
"That's easy. I never pull out." Yelena was smug, she always was. You wanted to wipe that look off her face. You wished you could say she was lying but Yelena always won. The only time you ever did was if she let you. It started off extremely reserved for dares. You knew she was building up to making you lose. You both didn't hesitate between the truths and dares. However, Yelena had been asking you too many truths. You noticed. She was enjoying asking you questions that you simply couldn't get out of answering. She was trying to figure you out.
"I dare you to tell me what's your biggest fear?" She questioned. She observed your every movement, she didn't want to miss a thing. You had forgot music was still playing at this stage. You were twirling a loose strand of your hair around your finger, lost in thought.
"Ugh. I guess falling." You finally managed to say. She slowly titled her head to the side at you, her eyes craving for you to elaborate on your answer.
"No no, I'm not. I'm just curious!"
"I don't know! It sounds stupid now!"
"No! It doesn't. Trust me. It doesn't. You're talking about falling in love, right?"
"Oh god, don't say it like that. That makes it seem so serious. I answered it, we are moving"
"I want you to keep talking"
"Please?" Her voice was soft, she was pleading with you to continue.
"I don't know. The whole thing about falling, you know? I just. It's terrifying. You don't know it's happening before it's too late. You're just totally vulnerable and out of control. I hate losing control. There's nothing you can do beside let yourself fall. It's too late to stop it. No matter how much you try to prevent it, it just happens."
"Sometimes people don't break your heart, they'll break your fall."
"It's the only thing going for me."
"Oh please. You just need to look in a mirror"
My turn, Belova. Truth or dare?"
"Dare, obviously." You dared her to make a prank call. She was busy trying to keep in character, but you couldn't help but stare at her during it. When she caught sight of your eyes, she began to stumble over her words. You loved how her lips pulled up into a smile, how she threw her head back like a little kid laughing when the call ended. She didn't realize how beautiful she was as she sat there, soaked through her dress and her wet, wavy hair running down her shoulders.
"Well, Krasivo. Truth or dare?"
"I'm going to say dare. You've been going easy on me. I know you have. I thought you would've pulled out all the stops to win."
"Oh? You think I'm going easy on you?"
"Okay then. I dare you to kiss me." She didn't even hesitate. You blinked; you couldn't believe she had just said that. Did she? Maybe you misheard. The way she looked at you said it all. Her green eyes slowly travelled from your eyes, tracing down your face until it met your lips. Her lips began to slowly pull up into a wide smile, she was giving you a toothy grin.
"Checkmate. I win." She whispered. You could feel your stomach beginning to twist and turn. You could feel your throat tighten. She turned her head from you to look out the window, her big smug smile on her face. You hated that. It was a friendly game of Truth or dare. It meant nothing.
"What were you saying about beating me this time-"
"What?" She questioned, turning her head back to look at you. It wasn't expected that you would speak to her. The gap between you two was filled by you moving over to her. Yelena's body tensed up as you were so close to her. The What If was in your head again. What If she was only joking? What If she hated it? Fuck the What If. Just kiss her.
"What are you- "Before she could complete her sentence, your lips touched hers. It happened so quickly. It was all you could manage. If you kept your lips against hers longer, you feared you would not be able to stop. In utter shock, Yelena blinked rapidly while her face turned red. Her gaze was fixed on you.
"I- I... Dare. Just dare me" Yelena uttered, rubbing her cheeks with her knuckles.
"Um.. I dare you to tell me why you came home from the party earlier." The colour began to drain from Yelena's face as you abruptly spoke. Something you'd never seen before filled her eyes, worry. There was a long pause in the silence that followed her. The music could be heard again before she answered.
"I was expecting you to be there." She admitted. Her hand raised up to her forehead, carefully rubbing it as her eyebrows creased.
"I got all dressed up to see you. It sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud because God, how pathetic is that? If Nat could hear me right now. Imagine what she'd say." In order not to hesitate again, she spoke quickly. As soon as she said it, she looked at you. A worried expression on her face, her eyes flickering into yours in search of an answer. Any answer.
"You did all that for me?"
"Of course, I do. Everything I always do is for you. I just wanted you to see me how I see you."
"Krasivaya" Under her breath, she whispered. You had never seen this side of her before. Yelena had become accustomed to getting what she wants whenever she wants, the confident one. From the moment she saw you standing in her bedroom, there was a lot of uncertainty around her.
"Beautiful." She translated. It was impossible to stop the smile from forming on your face.
"You're beautiful, El. You always have been." There was no way you could believe this was real. The thought of telling her all this made you feel sick to your stomach.
"You know I still won Truth or Dare." Taking a moment to look at her hands, she fiddled with her fingers while smiling softly.
"I kissed you. We're even"
"That wasn't a kiss. This is a kiss." With her hand raised, she slowly ran her finger tips over the side of your cheek as she spoke firmly. With such tenderness, she presses the palm of her warm hand against your cheek. To get closer to her, her free hand reached into the neck of your t-shirt and pulled the collar down.
Slowly, she pressed her lips against yours, making your lips burn. She moved her lips in harmony with yours. You adjusted yourself and wrapped your arms loosely around her neck, slowly entangling your fingers in the strands of her blonde hair that you pulled. As soon as you did, you felt her body pressing up against yours in need. She lets out a soft moan, encouraging you to keep pulling.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you."
"Why? What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll show you." You smiled against her lips. Her words said one thing, but her body said another. Dropping her hands from your cheeks, releasing her lips from yours, she still climbed up off the window. After a curious look from you, she slowly bent down in front of you as panic set in. She gave you a look that could almost kill.
Her sudden movement made you squeal as she grabbed you in her arms. As she pushed you up against the cold window, your body jolted as the cold shocked you. As soon as it happened, you pushed straight up against Yelena. As your body struggled between her warm body and the cold window, you knew which you preferred. Her.
"Good girl" A hushed voice echoed her words. She wasn't the one to lean in. It was you. She felt your lips on her instantly as you wrapped your arms tightly around her neck. Your lips were hungrily kissing hers. It wasn't clear where this would go, but God, you didn't want it to end. The clothes she was wearing were still damp. The reason you realized she didn't get out of her wet red dress was because she was didn't want to stop talking to you.
"God, El. I want to be yours." She smiled in response to your whining against her lips. After lifting you off the window, she carried you over to her bed and gently laid you down.
"You are mine" She corrected you. As she climbed on top of you, she tightly wrapped your legs around her waist. You were going to take advantage of this opportunity. Playfully, you flipped her over, resulting in you being on top. As she relaxed beneath you, you watched. You were the focus of her intense gaze. Slowly, you ran your hands along the thin fabric of her dress. You were craving her.
"That's cute." Your eyes met hers with curiosity as she commented.
"What's cute?" You questioned. She flipped you back over without any ease. Her performance was so effortless. You had taken control for a short time, but that was gone now. You were exactly where she wanted you. Your wrists were pushed over your head as she leant in close to you. She was so close you could feel her hot breath against yours.
"That you think you can be on top." Her eyes remained fixed on her as she spoke. Your wrists were released from her hard grip. As you furiously pulled on the fabric of her dress, you knew exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel her skin against yours. Unbeknownst to you. Yelena was about to remove her dress when the bedroom door was pushed open further. From the door, there was a loud splat sound. Both of you froze. As you pushed up on your elbows, you looked at what caused it.
"What the fuck." After being shocked, Natasha dropped the Chinese she had been carrying, spilling it everywhere. Astonished, she stood in the doorway. Her sister and her best friend.
"Not the noodles." Yelena whined.
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