Notes:
I wrote this chapter to avoid academic writing.
Yelena wakes up to find the sky is covered with clouds. Vampires have keen senses and are better at predicting the weather than the weather forecast. Kate doesn’t like rainy days either, since the werewolf clearly doesn’t like getting her fur wet. Therefore, Yelena decides to go to the bar and tells her that there’s no practice today. Yelena doesn’t trust electronic devices, and she never uses them unless a mission requires them. Besides, nothing pisses the werewolf off more than Yelena showing up and sneaking off whenever she wants, so why not?
Half an hour later, she decides that she has done teasing Kate Bishop, then she disappeared with satisfaction (“Why’d you have to disappear on me?” Kate shouts behind her, and Yelena yells back, “Come and get me if you’re fast enough, Kate Bishop.” knowing that Kate’s werewolf hearing can absolutely hear her).
Yelena quietly returns to her house and decides to start reading. There is nothing more pleasant than reading on a rainy day. She watched a show called Dickinson with Natasha a while back, and she was fascinated by this poet, Emily Dickinson. She finds herself in love with this girl who was so determined to be a poet, and sometimes quite dramatic. She’s reading Emily Dickinson’s letter to Susan Gilbert and thinking of a particular werewolf in her life.
Her reading is interrupted by a knock on the door. Yelena is on high alert when she hears the knock.
This house is not just Yelena’s safe house. It is the closest thing she has found to the old house in Ohio, that she considers her semi-permanent home, a place that no one but Natasha knows. The neighbors all are unenthusiastic citizens whom she has carefully chosen. Uninvited guests mean trouble.
Yelena put down her book and picks up her pistol hidden under the table. She checks the magazine quickly, the wooden-core silver bullets, and quietly approaches the door.
To her surprise, it’s Kate Bishop.
Yelena rolls her eyes and opens her heavy safe door to reveal the disheveled, somewhat wet werewolf. “Kate Bishop, I didn’t think you’d take me seriously when I said come and get me.”
It takes Yelena half a second to realize that Kate is different. Her scent is so strong, with a special kind of flavor, and she smells even more delicious than usual. Kate’s pupils are dilated and agitated.
“You smell different,” she says, measuring Kate.
“I’m in heat, Yelena,” Kate says, shifting her weight uncomfortably, pouting. “Are you gonna let me in or not?”
Yelena looks a bit surprised, but then she gives her a smirk. “You didn’t mention this in your Werewolf Culture 101, wolfie.”
”I’m telling you now,” Kate whines.
Yelena pulls the door open and gestures for Kate to come in. She guides Kate to the sofa in the living room and pours Kate a glass of water (tap water, of course, since she has never hosted a human guest in her home before).
When she returns to the living room, she sees Kate squirming anxiously on the sofa.
She releases a strong shot of pheromones into the air and hands the water to Kate. “There. Better?”
Kate’s blushing. She gulps down the water and says, “Thanks. I mean, your pheromones. They really help.”
“Anyway, how’d you find me?” Yelena is genuinely curious. She takes this house very seriously. She never takes the same route home or comes straight home.
“I followed your scent. I almost lost you a few times, you’re really good at covering your tracks,” Kate says, her face reddens even more, but then she gets so cocky, preening herself. “But we’re the best trackers, I’ve told you.”
This is actually pretty impressive. Yelena is so good at getting rid of trackers that she didn’t even think of the idea of someone could track her. Kate Bishop is truly a one-of-a-kind being.
Yelena smiles again. “So why’d you come to me? Don’t you have your werewolf friends? Or lovers? How did you deal with it before?”
Kate’s werewolf friends have their own packmates these days. And she certainly doesn’t want to go to her exes. Exes are exes for a reason. She doesn’t want to go through her heat alone either, because it’s sad and pathetic.
“I just want you, okay?” Kate almost yells, flushing. “And I like your pheromones. They make me feel calm,” Kate adds sheepishly.
Okay. Yelena is amused by Kate. After being freed, she has had very negative feelings about vampire pheromones. She has manipulated so many people with her vampire pheromones that she never wanted anyone to be involuntarily influenced by supernatural elements like she was. Maybe she’s not entirely right about pheromones.
“All right,” Yelena moves closer to Kate and looks at Kate with her hands props on the arm of the sofa where Kate is sitting. “Just one condition: no shifting in bed.”
Kate’s eyes drift to Yelena’s lips before nodding.
“I thought you like it when I’m in wolf form,” Kate says, half-joking, then her eyes drift to Yelena’s lips again.
Of course Yelena notices Kate’s gaze and gave her a big bad smirk. “Maybe I just like it when you talk so much,”
Kate makes an audible choking sound.
“Not so chatty now, is it?” The vampire side of Yelena can’t resist teasing the blushing werewolf, but before she can come up with another more teasing comment, Kate basically jumps her.
The thing is, Yelena is a vampire. A very talented one. She has no problem with the werewolf jumping on her. She holds herself with ease and responds to the werewolf’s rough kiss without thinking.
Kate kisses her desperately and tears Yelena’s clothes with her hands. Yelena’s grip on Kate tightens, causing her to let out a shuddering moan as they kiss. Yelena swallows Kate’s moan and presses Kate against the wall. She rips off Kate’s clothes and wanders down her body with her hands, releasing another wave of pheromones at the same time.
“You good, Kate?” Yelena breaks the kiss to check on Kate. She’s still not sure how the pheromones affect the werewolf, although she thinks Kate’s scent in heat has a similar effect on her. She smells so delicious.
Kate is able to focus on Yelena’s intoxicating pheromones, rather than feeling the pain of the heat. It’s the single “Kate” that ignites her, and she whimpers, “Fuck me, Yelena.”
Yelena obeys.
She has seen Kate naked dozens of times, but it doesn’t stop her from gasping at the werewolf’s beautiful body as if she sees her naked for the first time. She worships the werewolf’s body with her mouth and hands and takes off Kate’s pants.
“You’re so wet for me, wolfie,” Yelena teases, touching Kate’s wet folds with her middle finger.
Kate whines. “Yelena, please…”
Yelena doesn’t let her finish. She presses her thumb against Kate’s aching clit, effectively cutting off whatever Kate wants to say. Satisfied with her achievement, she leaves a wet kiss on Kate’s skin, her fingers sliding through the wetness and lazily playing with Kate’s clit.
Kate moans loudly, legs weak. She doesn’t fall only because Yelena pins her against the wall. On the other hand, Yelena can not only feel, but also smell Kate’s orgasm building up.
Kate lets out her most obscene groan as she melts into a useless puddle under Yelena’s fingers. Yelena feels Kate’s orgasm brushes her senses, and knowing it well that her fangs can’t help but inch out.
She kisses Kate carefully, and determines not to accidentally bite the werewolf. The last thing she needs is a delicious werewolf in heat bleeding in a house full of her own pheromones, or she’ll absolutely lose her mind.
Kate apparently notices her fangs, at some point she licks her fangs playfully, and Yelena almost loses control.
“You okay with them?” Asks Yelena.
Kate stared at her swollen lips and sharp fangs in awe for a moment. “They’re so hot,” she says, pulling Yelena back into a kiss.
Yelena almost pushes the werewolf into the wall. The wall creaks ominously as the two of them get it on, and Kate smiles between kisses, “Do you have a bed, or do you just sleep in a coffin?”
Yelena rolls her eyes. “I’m a vampire, but I’m not that old,”
She carries Kate (Kate’s long legs wrap themselves around her waist) and enters her bedroom while kissing. They stumble and fall into the bed. Yelena looks down at the panting werewolf with desire beneath her, her vampire instincts spike like never before. She pins Kate to the mattress and kisses her, leaving marks on her neck, sliding her tongue over her breasts, teeth carefully nibbling at the top of her thighs, and finally fucking Kate with her tongue. Kate cries out in extreme pleasure, she cums fast and hard, and this stimulates Yelena to release a new wave of pheromones once again.
Kate is drifting happily in the intense pheromones of Yelena. It’s a miracle that she finds the strength to pull Yelena up into a kiss. Kate murmurs between kisses.
“Please keep fucking me, Yelena,” Kate giggled as her eyes dark and hungry. “And you can bite me if that’s what you want.”
“Mmmm,” is the only thing Yelena says.
Kate shudders when Yelena presses kisses behind her ear. Then she leaves wet marks on Kate’s neck with her tongue, and her hands trace Kate’s body, leaving red marks on her breasts, abs and ass. With Yelena’s leg slots between her legs, Kate lets out a groan of frustration.
“I’m going to use my fingers, okay?” Yelena says against Kate’s neck.
Kate blinks between the frustration of the unfulfilled desire and the euphoria of pheromones, and Yelena could feel, rather than see her eager nodding.
Yelena uses her fingers to tease Kate’s entrance, and Kate lets out another groan. “Fuck me, Yelena. Hard and fast,”
“So demanding,” Yelena teases, but does so anyway.
Yelena slides her fingers into Kate and bites Kate’s neck at the same time. She knows that it will leave a mark tomorrow, but she resists the urge to bite through her skin, even though Kate’s powerful pulses desperately urge her to do so.
Kate shivers under Yelena’s skillful fingers.
“Fuck,” Kate gasps, voice cracking. Her eyes are now gold and wild. Yelena looks into Kate’s golden eyes deeply and was amazed by how wild the werewolf is for her. She moans and speeds up.
Yelena curls her fingers and Kate breaks under her. She bites on Kate’s collarbone and feels Kate’s orgasm sweep over her. Yelena herself cums as well, drawn by her vampire instincts. She gives off the most powerful burst of pheromones so far, rolling off Kate, trying not to think about how good Kate Bishop smells after an orgasm, covered in her very own pheromones.
“Wow,” Kate grins drunkenly, making Yelena look at her. “What is that, a vampire orgasm?”
Yelena rolls her eyes. “Apparently, mixing up our pheromones would have such an effect. Did you know werewolf pheromones smell delicious?”
“For you, maybe, but I’ve never heard a werewolf would say that,” Kate says with a smirk.
Then Kate flips over and straddles Yelena, she looks down at the vampire on the bed with a mischievous smile. “I’m still horny. Do you need a break, Yelena?”
Yelena huffs. “It’s a good thing vampires never get tired, isn’t it?”
She switches their positions easily.
They fuck until the end of the night.
Kate’s desire is kinda satisfied (Yelena finds her very insatiable), and Yelena feels the sun coming up. Kate lays on top of her and somehow surrounds her, snuggling up to her like a puppy. If it’s anyone else, Yelena would feel disgusted and kick them out of the bed, but Kate Bishop… she’s like a harmless golden retriever, so Yelena allows it.
“The sun will rise in a few minutes,” says Yelena, “I need to sleep. Feel free to use the bathroom or leave, you can’t actually wake me up. But don’t try to make me up before sunset. Never wake a vampire before sunset unless you have a death wish.”
Hesitating for a moment, the vampire adds, “You can sleep here, too.”
Kate’s eyes light up. She’s practically wagging her tail. “Yelena, are you saying that we can sleep together?”
Yelena rolls her eyes and snorts. “It’s just been a long night. I’m not sure you’ll be able to walk home.”
Kate grins so hard but doesn’t talk back. They both know Kate is a werewolf and werewolves have great stamina. Instead, she just says, “Can I ask you a question, Yelena?”
Yelena sighs softly. Kate Bishop always has so many questions. But she’s in a good mood, maybe because she just spent a whole night fucking a werewolf into her mattress, Yelena finds herself doesn’t really mind. “And what’s that?”
“Why didn’t you bite me?” Kate asks curiously.
“You’re in heat,” she says lazily, raising an eyebrow at Kate, “you’ll say anything for pleasure. And my pheromones are all over you. You are high as a kite. I’m not going to take advantage of you at a time like this.”
Kate’s blushing.
“That’s very sweet of you,” Kate murmurs.
“I told you I don’t take advantage of people, Kate Bishop, and I meant it,” Yelena says, but there are no bites in her voice.
“Idowanttotasteyourbloodtho,” Yelena mumbles, then succumbs to the power of the rising sun.
Kate doesn’t catch that. All she can think about is how much temptation Yelena has to overcome just to defy her vampire instincts.
When she realizes that the vampire has fallen asleep, she can’t help but shows a silly smile as she looks at the vampire’s calm, non-threatening face.
Kate decides that the cold skin of the vampire is so comfortable for her overheated skin. She passes out against Yelena.
Kate wakes up before Yelena does (duh). She finds Yelena in the same position as before, though Kate had wrapped herself around Yelena like an octopus.
Kate quietly gets off her and allows herself to stare at the vampire in her sleep for a moment. She looks like she’s asleep peacefully, although Kate knows that the vampire isn’t breathing and has no heartbeat. Whatever marks Kate has left on her are gone, and she looks gorgeous. Kate looks away before it feels like intruding. She needs to take a shower. She smells like a vampire in heat. Do immortals have heat? Anyways Kate smells like Yelena, and she can’t go to work like that. She takes a look at the clock beside Yelena’s bed. It was two o’clock in the afternoon.
Kate comes out of the bathroom and steals one of Yelena’s T-shirts because hers has been torn to pieces by the said vampire. Before she leaves, she sees Yelena’s book on the coffee table. Open Me Carefully. “Emily Dickinson,” Kate says to herself, smiling. “That’s gay.”
Kate’s eyes sweeps across the living room and saw a stuffed dog on a smaller table. She laughs and comes up with an idea.
Yelena wakes up precisely after sunset. Kate has left, but a sand-colored puppy doll is put on where she has slept. Yelena remembers stealing this stuffed puppy doll because it reminded her of a stray dog that she liked very much.
Yelena rolls her eyes fondly at Kate’s behavior and gets ready for a long shower. She smells like a werewolf in heat.
She feeds before going to see Kate. After last night, she’s not sure she can control herself from jumping on Kate Bishop and ripping her throat out (minus the violence, but the bloodlust is very real) .
She walks into the bar and sneaks up behind Kate.
“Kate Bishop,” Yelena trails off. “It’s good to see you here. I thought you’d turned into a puppy.”
“Yelena,” Kate smiled, turning around, which gives Yelena a glimpse of her neck. And her shirt, too, which obviously is Yelena’s because it’s a little bit tight for Kate. Kate doesn’t even try to hide those hickeys.
Yelena’s vampire instincts roar, screaming “She’s mine” behind her head. She swallows hard. If a vampire claims that a mortal is “theirs”, it means that only they can feed from that mortal, the mortal is off limits to other vampires. Although Yelena had no intention of owning anyone, in fact, she resents this vampire culture deeply, plus, Kate belongs to anyone, and technically they just had sex, but Yelena still loses it by the way Kate does not bother to hide those hickeys.
Kate notices Yelena’s gaze and her wolf-like smile widens.
“I told you, werewolves don’t care,” Kate says smugly.
Yelena swallows. She thinks can even smell her own pheromones lingering on Kate’s skin. What has this Kate Bishop done to her? But she’s Yelena, so she quickly calms herself and throws a question at Kate that catches her off guard:
“I can help with your monthly heat.”
This time it’s Kate’s turn to lose her balance. Her eyes widen and she can’t speak for a moment.
“You sure?” Kate finally manages to speak after a few heartbeats. Her face turns red and her eyes light up as she looks at her expectantly.
Yelena is amused by Kate’s reaction and rolls her eyes good-naturedly. She thinks she can totally imagine Kate wagging her tail. “I offered, didn’t I?”
Kate smiles happily, then leans into Yelena’s space and says, “As long as you let me return the favor.”
Well, a vampire can play this game. Although Yelena does not know where this will take them, she still nods in agreement. “You’re cute, wolfie. I just don’t know if you have the energy to return the favor after me fucking you all night.”
The werewolf cocks her head arrogantly. “You and I both know that werewolves have super stamina.”
Yelena gives her a knowing smirk. “Then we have a deal, wolfie.”
Kate tries not to get too cocky (she fails, of course).
Notes:
Def need a Dickinson reference!!!
The stuffed animal is a Bloomington reference.
Yelena still didn’t feed on Kate yet, but soon she will.
R. H. Felidae Athena 