Yelena is out of town for a few days. She did not explain why but told Kate she would be back today and asked Kate to “Keep an eye on the street during the full moon”. Kate tries not to be bothered that “Yelena decided to leave the city but didn’t tell her anything else”. They are just friends who happen to be sleeping together on a regular basis, not that Yelena’s obligated to tell Kate what she’s going to do in her spare time. Although Kate is 95% sure it is a “widow-related matter”, Yelena has made it clear that she does not need Kate’s help. Even so, Kate can’t help but pout. If only Yelena would be willing to work with her further, Kate thinks sullenly as she patrols the streets. We work well together in bed and in training! There is no reason not to continue our partnership!
Kate likes Yelena, a lot, and judging by Yelena’s behavior, she likes Kate as much as she does. Kate cannot understand why Yelena shares so much with her but is still very guarded when it comes to her missions. It certainly has nothing to do with Kate’s skills: although Kate is sure that Yelena could still kick her ass if she wants to, Kate’s skills have improved significantly through their training, she can easily deal with ordinary vampires and werewolves, and even Yelena is impressed (Kate has to resist the urge to wag her tail crazily in front of Yelena every time she says she’s a good girl – well, maybe she has a praise kink). The bottom line is, Kate wants to help. She just can’t help it. It’s in her nature.
It’s a full moon tonight. Kate continues her patrol (and her moping) until she notices something abnormal.
She smells the approach of an unfamiliar group of vampires. Yelena has told her that vampires tend to be solitary and that vampires who live in groups are more violent, so Kate is naturally on alert.
She turns the corner and sees the vampires from a distance. She has known a vampire long enough, even at a distance, to realize the problem with those vampires: they are clearly under control by some kind of dark magic.
Kate has seen Yelena being a vampire. As their practice became more serious, Yelena would be just like her in her wolf form: fierce, focused, and wild. The only thing that has nothing to do with vampires being vampires is aimlessness. And the vampires look like a bunch of mindless zombies. Also, they look hungry.
This is probably what Yelena wanted Kate to keep an eye on, Kate thinks with a grimace. A bunch of vampires who are under control by magic spells. Which is just so great.
She doesn’t know who was manipulating these vampires; she doesn’t have time to find out, because the vampires are so close to the city. It was only a matter of time before they scattered in search of innocent humans to satisfy their bloodlust.
Kate hurries to where she had hidden her bow and arrows, and takes out her newly made arrows. She can’t divide the group of vampires or they will scatter and become harder to hunt; so she decides to draw the attention of brainless vampires to her, leading them away from the city.
Kate draws her bow and aims for the lead vampire’s heart. The wood-core silver arrow pierces her, and the vampire explodes into a pool of blood. Oops. Kate flinches a little. Yelena has warned her about what vampires look like when they meet their true death, but actually seeing it makes Kate gag a little.
The rest of the vampires follow the source of the arrow and growl at Kate.
“Uh-oh, not really chatty, got it,” Kate murmurs, and starts to retreat. She begins to think that vampires who talk are more interesting, and while it’s annoying, at least Yelena isn’t planning on ripping her throat out.
Her second arrow flies into the vampire crowd, releasing colloidal silver. The vampires are burnt badly, and Kate officially pissed them off. They charge at her at vampire speed. Kate effectively finishes the first 10 vampires with bow and arrows as she retreats, but archery is not suited for close-range combat. Who would have thought? Kate, an always well-prepared person, didn’t add a stake to her conventional weapon. In her defense, she thought arrows were more than enough. So naturally, Kate chooses to shift.
She bites off the head of the first vampire who comes near her, and blood splatters all over her face. Ugh. Although she doesn’t like it herself, she finds that the wolf in her clearly doesn’t mind. Shaking her head to shake off her discomfort, she lunges at the second vampire who bounces at her.
After careful undercover work and investigation, Yelena discovers that the very problematic head of the coven is not a powerful witch at all, but a follower of an evil man named Xi. According to that witch, Xi is a greedy businessman/cult leader with vast resources, from the notorious crime boss Kingpin to an unknown dark witch, as long as you support his outdated values and give him enough money, he will provide you with all the illegal things.
Xi is a vengeful person, and very afraid of death. Said the witch. He is surrounded at all times by layers of magic-controlled vampire bodyguards. He’s known for his control of his people, and he would wreak havoc on those who cross him.
Yelena is counting on it. She will destroy Xi once and for all when he avenges his little disciple.
Tired of the second-rated witch spouting his political propaganda of human supremacy, she rushes forward, slits the man’s throat, and openly feeds on the stage.
The audience screams and then scatters in terror like animals, heading for the only exit.
For some reason (she won’t admit to having anything to do with some kind-hearted werewolf), she doesn’t go after everyone else in the coven.
“Stop trying to control the immortals,” Yelena suddenly appears at the only exit, blocking all attempts to escape the room. She stands alone in the doorway, in front of dozens of people who are taller and larger than she is. She knows that most people here are not true believers, and even those pathetic human beings who truly hate vampires have neither the opportunity nor the courage to engage with a vampire. At best, the only thing they dare to do is hurt a harmless vampire who is chained in silver. Although part of her thinks they should all pay for hate crimes against vampires, she still chooses not to slaughter them. Not today. Plus, she’s well-fed already. “We are not a race to be controlled by anyone. Now get the fuck out of here. If I find another attempted genocide of vampires… I. Will. Hunt. Each. And. Every. One. Of. You. Down.”
“I remember you. Every single one of you.” She shows her bloody fangs deliberately and gives the crowd an evil smile. Then she disappears into the thin air, leaving behind a group of horrified humans.
The witch wasn’t wrong. Two days later, a huge Asian man approaches Yelena with an exaggerated number of vampire bodyguards.
She is not surprised that the man recognizes her; she has also done her homework, knowing that the cult leader is used to gathering information about people for blackmail. And Yelena knows how many bad guys she’d pissed off. She’s got quite a reputation.
She isn’t surprised that this man tried to threaten her by threatening Natasha. What a cliché villain… Yelena rolls her eyes and snorts. Natasha can take care of herself, and she has an even bigger reputation than Yelena, if Xi thinks that will bring her to her knees, he has underestimated both of them.
Although she isn’t surprised that the villain wants to recruit her either, she’s so done with it. Why are villains so boring? ?? She has missed Kate Bishop. Kate is fun even when they were hostile at the beginning. She even asked her out for a drink when they were fighting! Come to think of it, Yelena could not help but smiles a little. Kate bishop – she’s smart and funny, naive but brave, fierce and sweet, annoyingly stubborn (which sometimes makes her so hot), and sometimes silly. She has to admit that she’s so attracted to Kate Bishop.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the ramblings of a masculine voice. Xi is so pissed, apparently thinking that Yelena is mocking him, so he decides to threaten to expose Yelena’s identity, sending his army of vampires to wreak havoc in Yelena’s city and turn the locals against her.
This kind of threat doesn’t bother her at all, because, frankly, she doesn’t give a fuck about humans, but Kate Bishop cares. So before Yelena left, she asked Kate specifically to keep an eye on it. She believes that Kate is strong enough to protect vulnerable, undeserving humans.
“You’re too self-righteous. In my opinion, a mansplaining old man like you should go to hell with your hideous political propaganda. The world would be a better place that way.” Yelena laughs out loud, then, takes out her two guns and aims at the hearts of the vampire nearest to her in a flash.
The man who is so afraid of death immediately runs away under the cover of his vampire puppets.
Kate chops the neck of the last vampire.
Just in case, she searches around to make sure that no escaped vampires are in town for a blood feast.
After confirming that no one has escaped, Kate sets out to find Yelena. She doesn’t know when Yelena will be back, but she thinks Yelena needs to know that a group of vampires is behaving strangely today.
When Kate arrives at Yelena’s house, she finds the door open. She is immediately on high alert and she storms into the house carefully.
It’s just Yelena. She’s on the floor, covered in blood, unconscious – she’s not healing. Kate doesn’t even know under what circumstances vampires can’t heal. Kate examines Yelena’s body and begins to understand why she has not healed – magic burns.
Kate couldn’t think of anything that would bring vampires back to life other than blood.
“Okay, Yelena, I’m going to let you bite me. I hope you don’t go crazy or anything,” Kate mutters as she rolls up her sleeves and put her wrist against Yelena’s mouth.
After a few heartbeats, Kate realizes that Yelena is too weak to drop her fangs.
“Ugh,” Kate said to herself, shaking her head and searching frantically for something sharp, “You owe me one, Yelena.”
She finds a silver knife in one of Yelena’s pockets and makes a cut on her wrist. Blood drips down, and she put her wrist close to Yelena’s mouth, praying that she could recover from magic burns.
Yelena wakes up in her own room. There was nothing else in her room, but something is off. Light is cast in from her light-tight curtains. She opens the door carefully and finds the actual forest outside. It’s just like the forest where she and Kate meet, but the forest is shrouded in a soft gay purple light, so she is almost immediately aware that she was in Kate’s dream. Yelena rolls her eyes, but Kate is nowhere to be found. She continues to search the forest until she hears a noise behind her.
She turns quickly, not expecting Natasha to be standing behind her.
“Why are you skulking about like it’s a minefield?” Natasha jokes.
“Cause I don’t know if I can trust you,” said Yelena warily. “Is this some kind of trap? where is she?”
“Kate Bishop? The little werewolf of YOURS?” Natasha says with a smirk.
Yelena forgets caution. She jumps in and locks this Natasha down the throat. “Who the fuck are you? How do you know Kate Bishop?”
“For Lilith’s sake, sestra,” Natasha complains under her, not resisting but raising her hands to show no malice, and then she gives Yelena her trademark annoying smirk, “You think you can come to me and smell like the same puppy every time and I wouldn’t notice?”
If Yelena can blush, she would. She lets go of Natasha and mutters, “Kate Bishop is not mine.”
“You do know werewolves smell really good when they are in heat, right?” Natasha asks with a laugh.
If possible, Yelena’s face turns even redder.
“She’s not anyone’s. Keep your fangs away from her,” Yelena growls.
Natasha catches all of Yelena’s expressions and then blinks.
“I didn’t mean that at all,” laughs Natasha, “but you answered my question! So you did scre-”
“Shut up, Natasha! I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will hurt you badly-whether I can hurt you in this place or not-” she yells, face burning.
Natasha laughs out loud. Yelena punches Natasha hard in the arm.
The laughter stops, and Natasha asks curiously, “What is this place?”
Yelena rolls her eyes. “Unclear. I thought you would know.”
“Yelena, I’m in your dream,” Natasha says, covering her eyes. Her little sister sometimes is really stupid. “You should be the one to tell me.”
“This… is not my dream,” says Yelena confusedly, clenching her fists uncomfortably. “If I had to guess, it’s Kate Bishop’s dream, although I have no idea why I am in her dream.”
Natasha looks at her little sister sympathetically. She knows that Yelena does not like losing control, or to be in such a situation, in a completely strange and incomprehensible place.
“This Kate Bishop, did you talk to her?” Natasha says gently.
“About what?” Yelena says, a little grumpy. “About whether I somehow appear in her dream? No, this is obviously not a normal conversation.”
Natasha rolls her eyes. “Do you know what we vampires dream about? Our dreams are almost always about our memories of the past. Perhaps because we live so long, our brains sometimes have to rearrange our memories. We just don’t dream about strange things.”
“And you are so sure you’re in Kate Bishop’s dream?” Natasha motions around. “That probably means you passed out, most likely from injury, and you drank her blood. A lot.”
Yelena grows restless. “Did I hurt her?”
Natasha doesn’t want to break her little sister’s heart. Her little sister shouldn’t get hurt anymore.
“Calm down, Yelena,” Natasha says reassuringly. “See the light? As long as there’s light, Kate Bishop is fine.”
But this does nothing to calm Yelena’s anxiety. She stands up and walks restlessly in the forest. “How can I wake up from this?”
“I have no clue,” Natasha says honestly, “But you know, you can always ask for help. It doesn’t have to be me, or any widow. It could be this… Kate Bishop. I do not know what happened between you, but I know she is a good werewolf. Very good at doing her archer thing.”
“You just need to let her in, and I’m sure that pup is more than happy to help,” Natasha adds.
“I don’t want to see her get hurt.” Yelena purses her lips. “These missions… is not her burden. She can be a great neighbor-friendly werewolf vigilante, but vampires, widows, these are too much. She’s a literal daywalker, she doesn’t need a dark world with nothing but blood.”
Sometimes her little sister is really stubborn, Natasha thinks, sighing. “She’s a werewolf, Lena, she can take care of herself. They are one of the strongest, toughest races besides us. The life of a werewolf is just as violent and bloody, and she’s fine. Is this how little you put your faith in her?”
“Of course I believe in her,” Yelena retorts.
“I’m just… afraid that I would hurt her. But obviously that’s what happened already, isn’t it?” Yelena waves around angrily.
Natasha shakes her head.
“Sometimes you take the missions too personally, and I know that since Alex – no, hear me out,” Natasha says, waving at Yelena to let her finish.
Yelena makes an audible complaint, crosses her arms and pouts.
“You don’t talk to mom much – I understand that. You always accept my invitation to movie night, but you don’t want to accept my help. You feel responsible for liberating the other widows because you killed Oksana. But we, all the other widows are there. Even if we have other goals, we are still happy to help if you ask. You don’t have to go through this alone. They are our sisters, too. If you really don’t want our help, then you can take it from Kate Bishop, who somehow charms you. After all, I know you’ve always had a soft spot for puppies. Oh, Alexi will be so jealous.”
“I can tell by her scent that she’s a sweet puppy. Probably is overthinking by now, and very sad because you don’t want to open up to her,” adds Natasha as she pulls a straight face, but can’t stop smiling.
“Oh shut up Natasha!” Yelena shouts, annoyed, and pushes Natasha hard. Natasha lets her.
Natasha patiently gives Yelena some time to calm down. When she finally calms down, Natasha bumps her shoulder with her own. “All you have to do is ask, okay?”
Yelena nods reluctantly.
“So how do I get out of here, Smartass?”
“I really don’t know,” Natasha says.
They sit in silence for a while until they hear a voice calling for Yelena.
“Well, that’s my cue. Give your wolf a chance, will you?” Natasha jumps up and disappears before Yelena could say a word.
“Natalia, she’s not m-” Yelena has not finished when she is suddenly pulled out of the dream.
Kate’s voice calling out to her in the dream now is overlapping with reality. Yelena finds herself staring at Kate’s face, which is pale from blood loss. Yelena’s teeth marks were on her neck, and her body is covered in blood.
Kate floats drunkenly over her pheromones, smiling weakly at Yelena.
“Hey, Yelena… I feel terrific…” Kate manages to give her a thumb up and the smile on her face widens.
Kate is so high on Yelena’s pheromones.
Fuck.
Yelena lets go of Kate violently.
Yelena opens the window for ventilation, so that the room is no longer filled with her pheromones. She wants to run away, but… this is literally her house, and she really has nowhere to go. Besides, there’s so shameful for leaving a bleeding friend behind after she saved her life. She doesn’t want to be the cruel, heartless vampire stereotype anymore.
Then she picks Kate up and put her on the couch, cleans the blood off Kate (thankfully, most of it isn’t hers), examines her wounds (she doesn’t want to abuse her power anymore, at least not now), patches her up and curls up on the other side of the couch until Kate wakes up.
After a while, Kate slowly recovers. She blinks and sits up to look at Yelena.
“Yelena! Are you okay??? Oh My God, I thought you were going to die. Your wounds wouldn’t heal! Were you attacked by some kind of magical sun?”
Yelena looks at Kate in shock, unable to speak. Then she smiles mournfully. “I attacked you and you’re asking me how I am?”
“Well, duh, you were the one lying unconscious on the floor,” Kate retorts, “You needed blood, so I provided it. But I should have known you’d go berserk. I get desperate when I’m really hungry too. Next time I’ll tie you up before feeding you. Oops. It sounds a little bit kinky, so I’ll just shut up.”
Yelena shuts her eyes so that Kate wouldn’t see her eyes that betray her feelings. Kate Bishop is just too good for her.
“I’m fine. But you’re still bleeding. May I?” Yelena calms down and asks softly.
“Be my guest,” Kate chuckles, “I think you should do that. Although I don’t feel any pain anymore, I think it’s best to stop bleeding in your house. Do you also heal all the other humans who provide you blood every time?”
Yelena smiles wryly, drops her fangs and bites her finger. Kate doesn’t even flinch at it.
Her finger runs over the cut on Kate’s wrist, then the bite marks beside it, then a scrape on Kate’s shoulder, then the bite marks on Kate’s neck, and a cut on her face.
“I would offer, but some humans like to keep the bite marks, I think they like to keep them as souvenirs. What happened?” Yelena looks at Kate, who is dirty and covered in blood.
“A group of mindless vampires under magical control attacked the city, and I destroyed them,” Kate says. “No humans were hurt. Don’t worry about me… What about you, you were out of town for days, and you almost died in your own house… What happened to you?”
Yelena lets out a long sigh with mixed feelings.
“You’re doing it again,” Kate says cautiously as she moves to Yelena’s side at some point, mimicking her posture and leaning on Yelena.
“Doing what?”
“Still like a statue,” Kate explains.
Yelena smiles bitterly.
After a while, Yelena finally speaks. “Tell me, Kate Bishop, how do you do it?”
“Do what?” Kate wonders, not knowing what the conversation is about.
Yelena raises her hand and gestures vaguely, “… This. How do you control yourself as you shift into your wolf form? How do you switch between human and wolf so easily without losing your mind? I’ve seen you in wolf form, Kate. You become more primitive, impulsive, and wilder. But I’ve never seen you lose your control, except maybe that time at the werewolf bar. But that’s because of those wolves. You never lose control when you’re alone, even when you’re in heat or our fights get serious.”
Kate still doesn’t understand what this has to do with what has happened to her in recent days, but she answers after thinking. “My mom’s a werewolf, you know? I guess you already knew that.”
Yelena nods.
“She always told me, trust my gut, trust your wolf. Werewolves are impulsive, act on Instinct, you know, but instinct isn’t always bad.” Kate says, “Mom always said that the wolf inside of us knows what to do. You just have to let go of your fear and let the wolf support you. I always trust my wolf whether I’m firing my shots, or shifting into wolf form.”
“Just like that? Trust your instincts? What if my instincts are bad? What If I can’t trust my heart? I’m not like you, Kate Bishop. I’m not as good as you. I am a vampire,” says Yelena, slightly shivering.
“Vampires and werewolves aren’t that different,” Kate muses, “You’re very fierce when you’re on full vampire mode, that’s super sexy by the way, but I can tell that you’re very well in control and you don’t want to hurt me. Well, most of the time.”
“Maybe your situation is the other way around,” Kate adds thoughtfully. “You just need to believe you can control your vampire instincts.”
Kate smiles. “You didn’t drain me dry back there, did you? You stopped.”
Yelena turns to look at Kate. There’s something in her smile that makes Yelena desperately want to believe her. And the need to bare her soul to Kate impulsively.
“I was once one of the vampires under the control of magic,” Yelena says suddenly. “Before Natasha defected… all widows are bound by the bonds between their makers who turned them. A vampire’s maker can control their progeny, but the progeny can still fight back. It takes great courage and extraordinary skills, but it can be done. After Natasha escaped, Dreykov started to put all the widows under magical control, eliminating the last chance of resistance. That’s when I was just turned. Eight years later, I was released by an older widow with the magic antidote, but I landed a fatal blow before she sprayed it in my face. I watched her die. I was so scared. Before Natasha came to me, I had no idea how to deal with blood lust. Under the control of magic, we can no longer feel any desire or any emotion, so naturally, when I was released, all the feelings and desires came back. I tried to count human heartbeats every time I fed, but I met a fairy once. She smelled so good, and that’s how I found out fairy blood is so addictive. Their blood was just like vampire heroin, so I totally lost control and attacked her. When I snapped out of it, she has passed out. I was so afraid that I killed another innocent person, so I took her to the hospital, but I was too scared to stay. When I went to see her the next day, she did not wake up. The nurse said she did not have a blood type at all. Doctors did not know how to treat her. I managed to sneak into the ward eventually, and transfused my blood to her. I could see her recovery, but I left before she could even open her eyes. I swear I will never lose control again after that. But I think I finally lost control and bit you. See the bite marks on your neck… I’m truly sorry.”
Yelena lets out a long, trembling breath. She looks down and realizes that at some point, Kate’s hand has been placed on her, drawing soothing circles on her thigh. When did she get so comfortable with Kate’s touch?
Kate keeps caressing her, uncharacteristically not rambling. Yelena just told her the most private thing about her, and that’s a lot. Kate starts to understand why she has always been so controlled and so guarded. After everything she’s been through…
Kate waits for both of them to calm down before saying in a soft voice, “First… I let you drink my blood willingly. You did not ‘attack’ me. Secondly, you didn’t kill me. You stopped. And you didn’t kill that fairy, did you? Instead, you saved her. The way I see it, you can control yourself perfectly.”
“But I still hurt you. I bit you. Twice. That fairy wouldn’t have gotten into that situation if it wasn’t for me,” Yelena cries out in frustration.
“What’s her name, the fairy?” Kate asks.
Yelena pauses and closes her eyes.
“Claudine, her name is Claudine,” she says in a broken voice.
Kate nods and moves closer. She leans close to Yelena, one hand pressing soothingly against Yelena’s lap, the other arm around Yelena’s shoulder, grounding her.
“Hey, Yelena,” Kate pushes gently, “look at me. You’re a vampire. You need to feed to survive. I understand now. You never kill humans for blood. And you never kill for fun. You care about every human you feed on. You’re a kind vampire. Sometimes accidents happen, and you can’t stop them, but you can fix them. You’ve controlled your bloodlust, you didn’t kill Claudine, and you didn’t kill me. It’s normal for you to feel sad. It’s very human. I can’t speak for Claudine, but I don’t blame you, okay, Yelena? I know you weren’t yourself when you bit me. But you eventually got your blood lust under control. You’re GOOD.”
She looks into Kate’s clear blue eyes and cannot find a trace of a lie. Her vampire heart is no longer beating, but she feels a surge of emotion deep inside her dead heart. “Oh Kate… You really… you really are something.”
A tear runs down from the corner of Yelena’s eye, and she notices that Kate is immediately getting nervous. “Yelena! Are you all right? Your eye is bleeding!!! Did the magic do something to you? I-”
Yelena bursts out with a laugh, startling Kate a bit. “Ah, I should have told you. Our tears… are blood.”
“OH.” Kate blinks and laughs back.
When the laughter stops, Kate tentatively holds Yelena’s hand. Yelena does not resist.
“So, you want to tell me what you’ve been up to these few days?”
So Yelena tells Kate everything. Because how could she look into Kate Bishop’s puppy eyes and say no?
Yelena explains how she found out about the witch’s relationship with Kingpin and Xi, and how she took care of the half-skilled witch and went after the cult leader eventually. Apparently, that cult leader has a few tricks up his sleeve besides the magic-controlled army of vampires. Yelena finally managed to snap his neck, but he hurt her badly with magic. Yelena left as fast as she could to avoid any possible reinforcements. She managed to get back to her house and avoid fainting outside. Otherwise, she might have been burned to ashes by the rising sun.
“I kept calling him by his full name, and he got so mad and started throwing magic all over the place. Apparently, no one had dared to call him by his full name for a long time. He was so angry that he missed his shot and I finally got the chance to go behind him and break his neck. You should have seen his face. All he could think about before he died was how dare someone call him by his name!” Yelena says with a half-laugh.
Kate laughs too. It is hard to imagine that anyone cares so much about names these days. “And what do his people call him, ‘My Lord’?”
“Something like that, I guess. Those dictators are all the same. They took themselves too seriously.” Says Yelena casually.
“In this case, I’m glad you killed him and didn’t die, and I’d be very sad if you did,” Kate says softly, looking into her eyes.
Yelena swallows hard. She doesn’t know when they got so close. She looks into Kate’s blue eyes, which are filled with unquestionable affection, mixed with desire. They fuck regularly enough for Yelena to recognize Kate’s desire. She looks at Kate’s lips and licks her own unconsciously. They never have sex outside of Kate’s heat. They also never discuss their arrangements outside of the bedroom. Yelena’s eyes meet Kate’s again, and her own desire is reflected in Kate’s eyes.
Yelena knows too well that Kate wouldn’t do anything. Kate is way too polite and sweet to do anything to make Yelena feel uncomfortable. Even during her hormonal heat, she always listens to Yelena. But the thing is, Yelena desperately wants to kiss Kate Bishop. And it’s too real, too overwhelming.
Yelena breaks their eye contact.
“I… It’s almost sunrise. I need a shower before I go to bed,” Yelena says awkwardly, standing up.
“Okay.” Kate doesn’t take her eyes off her.
Yelena disappears behind the bathroom door, and Kate looks at the time. The sun doesn’t rise for another three hours.
Yelena turns the water temperature to the lowest, and clears her head under freezing cold running water.
She wants Kate so bad. She really does. She wants Kate to come in, but a part of her is scared, more than she’d admit. She is afraid that she would end up hurting Kate, not to mention that she is immortal and Kate is not.
还有那个梦。叶琳娜不确定那是一个梦，还是她潜意识在对她窃窃私语。但她记得梦里娜塔莎关心的眼神。她知道娜塔莎是对的。她知道那也是现实中娜塔莎会给她的建议，她也毫不怀疑现实中的娜塔莎已经知道凯特的存在了，正等着她提出来，然后她会嘲笑叶琳娜的多愁善感并说些类似“你忍心看那只小狗伤心吗”的话。
And the dream. Yelena isn’t sure if it was a dream or if her subconscious was fucking with her. But she remembers the concern in Natasha’s eyes. She knows Natasha was right. She knows it’s the actual advice that Natasha would give her, and she has no doubt that Natasha already knew about Kate and she is waiting for Yelena to speak first, then she would laugh at Yelena’s sentimentality and say something like, “You wouldn’t have the heart to see that pup suffer, would you?”
“All you have to do is ask,” Natasha’s voice is echoing in her head.
Yelena doesn’t know it takes how long before she hears the sound of the door opening. It’s Kate.
“You’ve been in the bathroom too long,” Kate, still dressed in bloodstained clothes, tells her lazily. “I also want to take a shower. I’m all filthy and sticky. Can I share the shower with you?”
When Kate acts like that she is basically a golden retriever begging for food, and how could Yelena say no to her favorite wolf pup? She’s just an ordinary vampire girl.
With a sigh, she sets the water temperature to mortal-friendly mode and motions for Kate to come in.
Kate is more than happy to take off her dirty clothes. She makes sure to show off her abs while undressing.
Neither of them was unfamiliar with each other’s naked bodies, but Yelena couldn’t help but stare at Kate. Kate is breathtakingly beautiful. And she knows Yelena is watching, as she gives her an understanding smirk. Yelena rolls her eyes and makes room for Kate.
At first, they’re just sharing a shower innocently. The blood stains on their bodies are washed away by the water and the shower gel, staining the floor red.
Yelena loses track of who initiates the kiss. They kiss under the shower head. It’s different from any passionate and hormone-driven kisses they had before. It’s sweeter and gentler.
“Kate Bishop,” Yelena sighs softly as they kiss.
“I have a question,” Kate whispers against Yelena’s lips.
“Always so many questions,” Yelena says with a chuckle deep from her throat.
“What did I taste like?” Kate asks curiously.
Yelena kisses Kate again, this time hungrier. She keeps planting kisses on Kate’s chin and neck, especially focusing on the place she had bitten, as she says during the kiss, “You taste like pure vodka. Strong, aggressive, complex, concentrated, the most delicious mortal I’ve ever tasted,”
Kate blushes and moans under Yelena’s skillful kissing. “I don’t know I’m so tasty,”
“I’ll let you know how delicious you are,” she promises, kissing all over her abs and letting Kate lean back against the cold tile, kneeling on the floor and going down on her.
Yelena wants to worship Kate. She makes love to Kate with her tongue devoutly, and she will let Kate feel heaven.
One of the benefits of being a vampire is that she doesn’t need to breathe. Yelena makes Kate come three times before standing up. She titles her head up and kisses Kate.
“You taste good, don’t you,” Yelena whispers, looking at Kate.
Kate groans and pulls Yelena into another passionate kiss.
“Let me take care of you,” Kate says with passion.
“I am scared,” says Yelena, trembling slightly. She suddenly feels very vulnerable, and it has nothing to do with the fact that she has just given Kate three orgasms or the temperature or the fact that she is completely naked with Kate.
Kate changes her position and put her arms around Yelena from behind, leaving a series of gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders. “I know,”
Kate’s hug is very grounding, warming her supposedly dead vampire heart. She turns her head, and reaches out to pull Kate’s face down for a kiss.
“Fight Valentina with me,” Yelena suddenly says. “She has a lot of werewolves. I need a werewolf ally of my own.”
Yelena can feel, rather than see Kate’s smug smile. “Thought you never ask.”
“You know, we’ve never had sex in your bathroom,” Kate says cheerfully, “And we’ve had sex on every other surface of your house. There’s still time before sunrise. We should make the most of it.”
“You talk too much, Kate Bishop,” Yelena smirks. “Put your mouth to good use, will ya?”
Kate has that cocky smile in her eyes. “Challenge accepted.”
R. H. Felidae Athena 