can I order uhhh clingy natasha with some fluff on the side? thank you
. . . 𝚂𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽 — n. romanoff
Before you, Natasha Romanoff’s mornings were usually going on by routine. The Russian was already up before dawn, swallowing down a glass of water then going for a ten miles run. At her return, she'd shred a heavy bag in the compound gym, shower, and drink her black coffee in silence. She was a creature of early dawn and quiet efficiency.
Then, she fell in love with you.
And suddenly, the fearsome Black Widow discovered a brand-new, highly formidable weakness: the warmth of your arms.
. . . . . .
The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a soft seven forty-two am. The sun was already filtering through the gaps in the blinds — casting lazy, golden stripes across the duvet.
You shifted, gently trying to untangle your legs from the heavy warmth of the sheets, intending to slip out of bed and put the kettle on. But the moment your hips moved more than two inches away, the iron-clad grip around your waist tightened.
A protesting, sleep-heavy groan rumbled against the bare skin of your shoulder blade.
“Where are you going?” Natasha’s voice was a low, raspy purr thick with sleep and heavily laced with her slight Russian accent that only came out in moments like these—a side of her she only let guard down for you.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you whispered, turning your head to smile at her. “I was going to make coffee. And maybe get a head start on the day.”
Instead of letting you go, she buried her face deeper into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. The redhead's nose was cold against your skin, making you shiver, but her body was like a furnace pressed against your back. She threw a shapely leg over yours, completely pinning you to the mattress.
“No,” she mumbled, her lips brushing your collarbone as she spoke. “Five more minutes.”
You let out a soft laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through her tangled red hair. “Nat, It’s almost eight.”
“Then I need ten more minutes.”
“That's not how bargaining works, Romanoff.”
“I am a master negotiator, I dictate the terms,” she murmured, tightening her arms around you until there was absolutely no space left between you. She was incredibly clingy in the mornings, a sweet, needy contrast to her sharp daytime persona.
She liked to be wrapped around you like ivy, anchoring herself to your warmth.
“What happened to the woman who used to be up and about by dawn?” you teased gently, tracing the line of her jaw. “The one who told me sleeping past six was a waste of valuable training hours?”
Natasha opened one eye, looking up at you through a fan of thick eyelashes. A lazy, incredibly fond smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
“She realized that training doesn't hug back,” she replied softly.
“And your morning run?”
“I rescheduled,” she shrugged, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, making you gasp softly. “I do night runs now. The pavement is cooler, the compound is empty, and...” She paused, trailing her fingers lightly down your arm, interlocking her fingers with yours. “..it means I don't have to miss a single second of this.”
Your heart melted a little.
It was still hard to grasp sometimes—how a woman who had spent her entire life running, fighting, and surviving now fought so hard just to stay still with you. The fact that she had completely restructured her rigid, lifelong routine just to hold you in the quiet hours of the morning was a testament to how deeply she loved you.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes,” she whispered, leaning in to press a soft, slow, lingering kiss to your lips. When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her breath warm on your skin. “I am a hostage to this bed. You'll have to stay and keep me company.”
“Well, if it's a hostage situation, I suppose I have no choice,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her close.
The Russian let out a contented sigh, burying her face back into your chest, her hand gently tracing soothing circles on your lower back. Within seconds, her breathing evened out into a calm, steady rhythm.
The coffee could wait. The world could wait.
For now, you happily surrendered to five more minutes, just for her.
Ever thought of reader being the same species as the characters, with their heat accidentally syncing up?
Synopsis: Both reader and the character are in Heat
Content: wlw, tribbing/scissoring, dry humping, cunnilingus, overstimulation, degrading, 'mind breaking', cock/double cock mentioned on characters (interpret as strap-on or mtf), brief breeding mentioned, brief pregnancy mentioned, not proof read.
Men and Minors DNI
Foxians:
Tingyun/Fuguen
This usual tease can't stand being in heat and whines the whole time throughout her heat, craving for your touch and getting handsy with you whenever she gets the chance to. Whenever she's in the mood to get down and dirty with you, she'd always hug you from behind and slowly rub her hands up and down your body — groping your tits, flickering your nipples so they get hard, maybe even pressing her knee to grind against your sweetspot as well. However, now that both your heats are synced up, she really doesn't need to put in much effort to get you as horny as she is.
She's a sucker for dry humping and scissoring — quite literally panting like a dog as she gets closer and closer to cumming. Not even giving you a moment to breath as she starts up again and continues to grind your cunts together. Her tail wagging rapidly as she leans forward to give you the sloppiest kiss ever.
Her moans aren't so loud, but they're definitely high pitched the moment she starts getting more and more into it; her voice is generally sweet... however, they spew out all sorts of degradation.
Feixiao
Usually when she gets into her heat cycles she'd try and keep it on the down low so that it doesn't trouble anyone, especially you. However, the moment you and her heats are syncing; all logic is thrown out the window. She hates using this as an example but perhaps it was the borisin side of her that took over as she pounces onto you and began rubbing all over you. Fondling your tits, putting them in her mouth and sucking on them, even roughly marking you with bite marks and hickeys that slowly travel down to your inner thighs.
The type who'd absolutely love to stay between your legs for hours on end just sucking and licking up your delicious juices and making you squirm in her hold as she gets you overstimulated. Disregarding her own cunt that yearns to be touched as well as she solely focuses on you. But sure enough, she'll bring even more pleasure for you both later on... If you're still functional to think by that point.
Yukong
Another type to keep her heat on the down low when it came to it coming up suddenly and never really telling anyone about it, not even you, as she wanted to keep up her refined appearance. And while you and her heats do sync up eventually, she doesn't outright go to you immediately. Instead, she'll observe you quietly and wait until you approach her first before doing anything with you.
She's quite the sweet type in bed, always making sure if you were alright and kissing you gently whenever she encourages you that you can handle one more round with her as she makes you come undone on her finger once more — typically she prefers to give you whatever you want without question, but she does have her moments where she'd tease and make you beg for it. But only for a little bit; she does easily give in to your cute demands after a while.
Vidyadhara:
Lingsha
Vidyadharas are a rare species to come by and it's not often that they go into heat like other species — usually they'd first need a mate. A special requirement that prevents their heat from happening only because it's hard to find their 'fated one.' and while Lingsha isn't that young, and neither is she old; she hadn't met someone before you so she doesn't really know how a heat would work for her and neither did you. So when it suddenly rolled around and both of your heats ended up syncing up... She was met with unexpected urges.
Contrast to her refined looks, she'd be absolutely feral when it came to experiencing her first ever heat with you. Pounding into your cunt wildly with her double cocks — having the intent to breed you full of her cum and potentially knocking you up. The idea is crazy, she knows that, but it's a desire she wants to explore further with you. With her balls slapping against your arms, as fluids began spilling from just how much you both had gone at it for, it's safe to say you won't be walking for quite some time afterwards. But don't worry, Lingsha works much proper when it comes to giving aftercare — with her tail wrapped snug around your waist the whole time and not letting you leave her side for the duration of your heat.
Halovian:
Robin
She's quite inexperienced in the bed and when it comes to heat — never quite experiencing it until you came along into her life, so she's definitely leaning more on the submissive side but tries her best to please you through it all.
She's moreso into dry humping and scissoring for the most part, but does end up preferring cunnilingus in the end — loving the feeling of being between your thighs and getting her head squished by them whenever you start to squirm after reaching to your limit. Perhaps it's also because of her goodwill and nature but Robin definitely feels like the type to service you in any sort of way. Whether it'd be changing roles on who's top or who's bottom, or switching the position so that you're more comfortable while she takes the lead; another thing Robin tends do during the bedroom is kissing every spot she can. Enamoured by the skin to skin contact, she relishes in taking her time with you and keeping things slow and sensual for the most part.
Sea siren:
Hysilens
She likes taking you down with her into the waters — even though it's cold; but with your bodies pressing against each other to fill in that warmth, it's enough for her to keep you afloat in her arms. It's still quite difficult to do it in the waters though.
Hysilens does however make most of it work still by keeping you in her arms while aiding to your needs — need some air? She'll give you hers. Want to feel good? She'll finger you so good your legs will start cramping.
Aside from doing it in the water and doing it in a bedroom, Hysilens enjoys tribbing and being rather rough with you. Slamming and rubbing her cunt against yours whilst saying how she'll get you pregnant is what keeps her going. You don't know how she'll do it, but with how vigorous she's being, you can tell her intent is genuine... She might actually get you pregnant if you're not careful enough.
Feline:
Cipher/Cifera
It's so obvious when you're both in heat — constantly whining, rubbing against each other, being especially handsy and clingy; just generally being a bundle mess as you both fight to see who'll be on top of the other. One moment you could be fingering Cipher, the next could be with Cipher mounting you and ramming her cock into your aching hole.
You could be bedridden for days with Cipher just because of rough and eager you both were during your heats. You especially since Cipher hadn't given you any sort of rest as she take the rails and brings you into another mindbreaking orgasm.
may i ask for nat or wanda (or both!) reacting to gn!reader getting a masc haircut for the first time in their life (wolfcut / some kind of boyish cut) ? can be a little suggestive if you'd like ! thank you have a great day or night
. . . 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙲𝚄𝚃 — w. maximoff
pairing :: ceo!wanda maximoff x gn!reader.
author's note :: only had ceo!wanda in mind... i hope that's okay :)
Every single person who saw you that morning did a double take.
Your hair was gone.
Well, not gone, just shorter.
The long layers you'd worn for years had been traded for a textured wolf cut that framed your face perfectly, the back grazing your neck while soft pieces fell over your forehead. It looked effortlessly cool. A little messy. A little rebellious.
Exactly the opposite of your usual style.
The reactions started immediately.
".. Wow."
"No way."
"Nice chop, L/N."
"It suits you."
By the time you reached the meeting boardroom, Peter looked up from his coffee and nearly spat it back into the mug. "...That's a haircut."
You grinned. "Good or bad?"
"Oh, definitely good."
He pointed a finger at you, "But I am very interested to see Mrs. Maximoff's reaction."
You chuckled.
"So am I."
. . .
Unfortunately...
Wanda had been locked in back-to-back meetings since seven that morning. She hadn't even noticed you'd arrived.
Which meant...
You had an idea.
Around noon, Wanda's assistant knocked on her office door, announcing your arrival.
The ginger didn't even look up from the contract in front of her. "Send them in."
The door opened and tou walked inside. Wanda continued signing one more page before finally looking up — absolutely nothing happened for a full five seconds, she simply stared.
Then, her pen slipped right out of her fingers.
"...You cut your hair."
You couldn't help but smile at her reaction as you nodded, "I did."
"You..." She trailed off while standing up to walk around her enormous desk — stopping directly in front of you. "...turned into the coolest person in this building."
A laugh erupted from your throat. You couldn't believe that she'd just called you cool, it wasn't the usual kind of expression she used. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't a compliment." Her eyes wandered over your face again. "It was an observation."
You raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Mhm."
She reached up slowly, almost cautiously, brushing a few of the shorter strands away from your forehead. "They're softer than I expected." You watched the tiniest smile appear on her face. "I like it."
"You do?"
"I..." Wanda laughed quietly, almost embarrassed. Her hands were knuckle deep into the short strands of hair on your head. " I like it far more than is probably reasonable."
You leaned against her desk, bringing your hands to her waist so her body would be pressed to yours.
"So..." She trailed off.
You raised a brow, a hint of a smirk tugging at the edge of your lip. "So?"
"...How many people have complimented it today?"
You pretended to think then shruged, your hands giving her waist a little squeeze. "I lost count around twelve."
Wanda sighed dramatically. "I knew it."
"Knew what?"
"My peaceful day was over the second you walked in looking like..." She gestured vaguely toward you. "...this."
"'This'?"
"You, confident, ridiculously attractive."
She shook her head. "And now everyone will keep finding excuses to visit Legal."
"Oh?" You pondered, nose brushing hers as her hands traveled to the back of your neck, tugging slightly on the strands there. "You sound jealous."
"I am." She admitted, leaning in so her lips would brush against yours. "I married an exceptionally attractive person. I deserve the right to be a little jealous."
Instead of leaving it at a brush of lips, you captured her lips with yours — the moment you bit down on her lower lip, she moaned, allowing you to slip your tongue in her mouth and explore it.
"That," you agreed in between kisses, giving her a suggestive look before diving down from her jaw to nip down at the soft skin of her neck. "And more."
"More, huh?"
"Uh, huh." You hummed, your tongue Your tongue serving as a soothing balm as you traced it over the hickey you'd just formed on her neck. Then you pulled your face away from her skin, grinning down at her—eyes hooded, hair falling down your forehead and stopping right by your eyes—"Like me eating you out on your desk right now because you turned me on."
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“and you’ve got everybody calling, but i know that you’re calling after me”
˚‧ ɞ Summary: Yelena may or may not have developed a little obsession with you after saving you on a mission. So she stakes out your favorite haunts, hoping for a glimpse of you. She tells herself she just wants to make sure you’re safe. But then there’s talking. And talking turns into planning more meetups. And suddenly, Yelena is falling harder for you than she ever has in her life. There’s only one problem: you don’t know she planned everything.
˚‧ ɞ a/n: sometimes you have writers block for a few days, and then sometimes, you plot out an entire fic during downtime at work 😁 anyway, thank you to the anon who requested this. i made some minor changes just so the fic would flow better, but i had a lot of fun getting creative with this!
Yelena stands on the sidewalk, looking up at the façade that was Roasters—a popular coffee shop on 12th Street. There was a very specific reason why she was here, and it wasn’t for the overpriced but admittedly delicious hipster coffee. It was for you.
Two weeks ago, Yelena saved you on a mission, and in the days since, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. One might even say she had grown a little obsessed, and maybe that was true too. She did some recon. Found your name. Studied your routine. She knew your favorite places to go, knew that on weekday mornings between the hours of eight and ten A.M, you could be found here. And typically at the third booth in the window. The sunniest spot.
The past few days, Yelena would just walk by the coffee shop, glance through the window to see if you were there, and when she saw that you were, she’d continue on her way. She told herself that the reason she was keeping tabs on you like this was just because she wanted to ensure you were safe. But today, she doesn’t just walk by. Today, she decides to walk inside.
The bell chime announces Yelena’s presence and a cheery voice greets her. She nods at the barista, letting her gaze sweep over the place like she doesn’t know what or who she’s looking for. And then her eyes dart to you. You sit alone in the booth. There’s a steaming styrofoam cup open on the table beside you, untouched as you scroll through your phone.
Yelena is surprised to feel butterflies in her stomach as she approaches you. When her shadow passes over your table, you look up from your phone and up at Yelena.
“Oh. Hi,” you say.
Yelena gives a small smile. “Hello, y/n.”
You brows furrow. “You…know my name?”
Of course she does. But Yelena plays it off by nodding at the styrofoam cup, your name written in black marker across the side.
“Oh,” you laugh nervously. “Right.”
“I saw you and I just thought you were interesting,” Yelena says. “I’m Yelena. Can I sit with you?”
Yelena watches as your cheeks color from the compliment, and then you reply, “Sure,” gesturing to the booth seat across from you.
Yelena slides in, smiling at you across the table. And she watches that blush reach your ears as you reach for your coffee to have something to do with your hands. You’re nervous. Cute. Yelena is addicted already.
For the next half hour, Yelena lets you talk about herself, only offering little tidbits about herself here and there. But mostly, she listens to you tell her about your pet dog that you adopted last year, about your family and your career. She already knows all of this about you, of course. But it’s nice hearing it from your perspective. In fact, it’s nice hearing you talk in general.
A half hour turns into a full hour, Yelena laughing with you as you tell her anecdotes about your life. But soon, much to Yelena’s chagrin, you tell her that you have to leave. But you also ask, in the sweetest voice Yelena has ever heard, if you can see her again.
Yelena knows that she probably should say no. That this wasn’t what she came for. She’d only wanted to check on you. But as she looks into your eyes, she can’t bear turning you down. So she agrees to a date, and the two of you exchange numbers.
The first date consists of a walk through your favorite art gallery. The two of you hold hands as you walk along the walls, you chatting animatedly whilst showing Yelena all your favorite exhibits. She glows from the inside. After the art gallery, Yelena can’t help suggesting that the two of you go the a bistro down the street. “They have really good sandwiches,” she tells you. And you agree.
On the second date, Yelena takes you on a picnic in the park. She’d been up most of the morning cooking the food for it herself. She’d also bought you flowers, and hoped that you couldn’t tell how clammy her hands were when she gave them to you.
“You look beautiful,” Yelena tells you as the two of you get settled on your picnic blanket together. And you did. You’d worn a pastel blue sundress for the occasion, accidentally matching with Yelena in the blue button-up she’d chosen to wear today.
You stay in the park together until the sun sets, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind while sharing a bottle of sparkling cider. In the process, you snuggle closer to Yelena, looping your arm through hers and resting your head on her shoulder.
“Thank you for today,” you say softly. “I’m having a really good time with you, Yelena,”
Something in the ex-assassin’s chest tightens, but she ignores the feeling in favor of resting her head against yours.
“I’m having a great time too,” she replies, taking your hand in hers and bringing your knuckles to her lips. “I’m glad we started doing this,”
You turn to face Yelena so you can meet her eyes. “Me too,”
It seems like second nature in that moment, the way Yelena leans into you, breathing in your intoxicating gourmand perfume, listening to the way your breath hitches as she closes the gap. And then her mouth is on yours and she’s kissing you. And not even a second later, she feels you sigh into her, your hands falling to her waist as you kiss her back.
“Yelena,” you breathe against her lips. “I really like you,”
Yelena’s stomach fizzes at the admission, but rather than replying in the affirmative, she just kisses you harder, teeth catching on your lower lip.
On the third date, you sleep with Yelena. Though that hadn’t been the end goal, of course. Yelena invited you to her place for dinner, and that had been the only thing planned: dinner together.
The two of you had shared a bottle of wine with dinner along with more than a few lingering looks. And you’d barely finished dinner before your mouth was on hers, and you were backing Yelena toward her bedroom. To Yelena’s credit, the wine was buzzing through her bloodstream, more than likely clouding her judgment. But god, your curves, your mouth, your touch. She couldn’t get enough.
Which is why she turns around so that she’s the one leading the charge, barely ripping her mouth away from yours until your legs bend against her mattress and you fall backward with a soft laugh.
Yelena climbs on top of you, her lips blazing a trail of fire from your jaw to your clavicle, where her tongue dips into the divot, and pulls a gorgeous sound from your mouth.
Clothes get pulled off with abandon, and Yelena continues the trail of kisses as more and more skin is revealed. When she reaches the skin just below your below button, she glances back up at you, a question in those hazel eyes.
“Are you sure?” She whispers into your warm skin.
“Never been more sure about anything in my life,” you breathed.
Yelena smiles against you before burying her head between your legs.
***
The next morning, Yelena wakes in a state of bliss with you beside her. The duvet slides down to her waist as she turns on her side, ogling you. The way your lashes brush your cheeks. The way you look younger, so innocent in your peaceful sleep.
She reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and as she does, your eyes flutter open and settle on her.
“Good morning, solnyshko,” Yelena murmurs.
“Morning,” you rasp. “What does that mean? Solnyshko?”
Yelena smiles at your attempt to prounounce the Russian pet name. “Sunshine,” she explains. “Or ‘little sun’,”
“Oh,” you give her a sleepy smile. “Well then, good morning, sunshine,”
You lean in and Yelena follows your lead, pressing her lips to yours in a soft kiss. “Hungry?” she mumbles against your lips.
You open your mouth, but your stomach’s answering growl takes the words right out of your mouth. Yelena snickers.
“I’ll take that as a yes. I will make breakfast,” Mind made up, she sits up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and tossing off the duvet cover.
“I’ll be right there,” you say as you sit up as well, stretching out your limbs.
Yelena turns to smile at you. “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she says, dropping a kiss on your temple before padding out of her bedroom. She wears that smile all the way down the hall to her kitchen, grinning like a fool as she pulls out ingredients for breakfast.
She glows from the inside as she pours pancake mix into a large mixing bowl. And not just in a post-coital kind of way. Also in an I’m-so-fucking-happy-and-I-can’t-seem-to-stop-smiling kind of way.
Yelena had just added the wet ingredients in with the powder and was starting to mix when she hears footsteps entering the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, solnyshko,” she says without looking up. “I may end up making enough pancakes to feed the whole city,”
“Yelena.”
Your voice is tight, absent of the sleepiness, the rasp, the happiness, and when Yelena turns to face you, her blood runs cold.
There you stood, in the same clothes you’d worn last night, a confused frown on your face and a beige folder in your right hand.
“What is this?” You demand.
Yelena opens and closes her mouth a couple times. Because she knows exactly what’s in that folder. She also knows that she’d left it in plain sight last night, had forgotten to stash it away so that you wouldn’t come across it.
“I…that…” Yelena fumbles.
“You took notes on me?” You ask, incredulous. “About my family, my job, my friends? What kind of sick joke is this? Why do you have this, Yelena?”
“It’s…it’s not what it looks like, y/n. I was just—“
“Stalking me,” you finish for her, tossing the folder onto the countertop, hard enough that it slides off the counter entirely and falls onto the floor. “You were fucking stalking me. That’s how you knew to find me at Roasters,”
Yelena swallows hard, turning to face you. “Solnyshko, just let me explain—“
“You don’t get to call me that! Not now!” You snap, your voice shaking. “Is that it, I’m just some…mission to you!?”
“No, no, no, y/n, please, just…just listen…” Yelena holds two hands up cautiously, the way she would if she were talking someone down from a ledge. Which was sort of what this was, wasn’t it? Yelena trying to rescue her relationship with you, that was now felt like it was teetering precariously over the edge of a cliff, threatening to fall.
“I…I saved you. After that mission. That invasion in Manhattan,” Yelena explains. “After that, I…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t help digging into your life,”
You stiffen. “So none of this was real? You were just…what? Curious about a random girl you saved?”
“Of course it’s real,” Yelena says, her own voice catching now. “And you are not a random girl, y/n, you are my…we are…” she swallows hard. “I care about you. So much. Please,”
You shake your head, staring down at the folder on the floor, the scattered papers, notes about your entire life. You look back up at Yelena, tears in your eyes. “I can’t do this, Yelena. I think…I think I need some space,”
With that, you grab your jacket and let yourself out of Yelena’s apartment, and she’s left standing there alone with a bowl of pancake batter and no one to cook for.
***
For the first few days after her falling out with you, Yelena tries to put on a brave face. She keeps telling herself over and over that she’d just wanted to make sure you were safe, and she’d successfully done that. She didn’t need to do anything else. She could move on with her life.
So then why did it feel like a chasm was opening up in her chest whenever she thought about your smile, your laugh, your eyes? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about the way you would press your palm flat against Yelena’s when the two of you laid side by side, your hand always warm. Why couldn’t she shake the feeling of your soft lips and even softer skin? The beautiful sounds she’d pulled from your lips when she was on top of you?
Because you have fallen in love with her, an unwelcome voice in the back of Yelena’s mind says. And the thought is so sudden and so startling that Yelena bolts upright on her bed.
In love. In love…she was in love…with you.
Of course Yelena understood the concept of love. Familial love. She’d loved Natasha. Still loved her with all her heart. And she loved her dad, even when he was a lot to handle. She loved every single animal she came across, just from taking one look at them. But romantic love? She’d never felt that.
But as more and more images of the gorgeous girl she’d been spending the past few weeks with flood her mind, Yelena’s chest tightens. Her heartbeat quickens. It was true. She loved you.
“I love her,” Yelena says, testing the way it sounded out loud. “I love her…”
It sounded right. Felt even more right. And the butterflies came alive in her stomach. But then, they turned to angry moths and her stomach lurched. She’d ruined it. She’d broken your trust. What could she do now?
Wheels turning in her head, Yelena glances at the time on her phone and an idea pops into her head. She knows just where you’ll be. And she needs to see you.
***
Twenty minutes later, Yelena is once again standing outside of Roasters. She can already see you through the window, and this feels like a full-circle moment. She steels herself, drawing up all the confidence she can before pushing open the door and walking inside.
Slowly, Yelena approaches your booth. As she gets closer, you look up, but when you register Yelena’s presence, you scowl and look back down. “Still stalking me, Yelena? What do you want?”
“To talk to you,” Yelena says. “To explain myself.”
You don’t respond, and Yelena wrings her hands nervously, something she’s never done before, but damn, you brought it out of her.
Yelena clears her throat. “Can I sit?”
You shrug, and Yelena tentatively slides into the booth seat across from you. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything, just watches you closely. You smell nice and you look beautiful. You’re wearing makeup today. Just a little mascara, but it makes your already bright eyes even brighter. Yelena’s eyes then drip to your hands, the way they tremble slightly as you wrap them around your styrofoam cup, and Yelena realizes she’s not the only one who’s nervous. She’s slightly comforted by this.
“Y/n,” Yelena starts. “Can we talk? Please?”
“I guess,” you mumble in response.
Yelena takes a breath and launches into her speech. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you were no more than a mission to me. I promise my intentions were always genuine—“
You scoff at this part. “If they were so genuine, when were you planning on admitting that you’d been stalking me for days before we actually spoke properly?”
“I wasn’t stalking—“
“Yelena.”
“Okay, so I was stalking. But that wouldn’t have exactly endeared me to you if I’d just out and told you, would it?” Yelena asks.
Your mouth hardens into a line. Yelena presses on. “Look, y/n…my intentions were always just to make sure you were safe. It’s true: I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that mission, and that doesn’t usually happen to me. But then, when I met you…when I realized you were the sweetest person ever and that I loved spending time with you…by then, I was in too deep. I didn’t want to burst the bubble, break the fantasy.”
“But that’s all this was, right?” You sigh. “Just a fantasy?”
“No!” Before she can think it through, Yelena reaches across the table and takes your hand. To her surprise and great relief, you let her. “I mean…it doesn’t have to be because I…” she trails off.
You search Yelena’s eyes, and when you speak, your voice is a little breathless. “You what, Yelena?”
Yelena swallows, thinking of that corny, inspirational video she’d watched when she’d been on a depression-fueled rabbit hole on the internet this past weekend. Something about saying what you mean the first time, taking a leap of faith. Was this her leap of faith? Only one way to find out.
“I love you,” Yelena says. “The way I feel when I’m around you…I’ve never felt that way about anyone. Ever. I need you around because you make me feel alive,” Yelena watches your gaze soften, and she takes this as a good sign to continue. “I know I fucked up. I know I may not even deserve a second chance with you. But I…I’m working on meaning what I say. And I mean it. I love you so much.”
You’re silent for a moment and Yelena waits. Waits for anything. To be cursed out, laughed at, told that you never want to see her again. But instead, your grip tightens on Yelena’s hand and you lean across the table toward her.
It takes Yelena’s brain a second to put the pieces together, but when she does. She’s leans in too, meeting you halfway, your mouths pressing together in a gentle kiss that sends a zing up Yelena’s spine.
You chuckle softly when you break the kiss, but your mouth stays close, words whispered into the shared air between you. “I love you too, Yelena,”
“You do?” Yelena breathes.
“I do.” you confirm.
Yelena smiles and kisses you again, this time with more intent. She lifts a hand to cup your jaw and you smile into the kiss, squeezing Yelena’s hand. A whistle across the coffee shop brings the two of you back to the present moment, and you break the kiss before you can give the entire coffee shop a show.
“So,” you speak first. “Since you know my routine so well, I’m sure you know where I’ll be going next?”
Yelena nods. “Grocery store, and then the art exhibit on 61st?”
You beam. “You’re good, Belova. I don’t suppose you’d like to tag along?”
Yelena smiles back, squeezing your hand the way you’d done to her. “I would love to.”
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