Scholarly (Yelena X Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter Twenty

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains smut. Please do not read if you are sensitive to this content.  

 There's a long pause after I knock and for just a moment I'm afraid that this may have all been a mistake, but before I can venture further down that road of thought I hear the door unlock. It swings open and I'm suddenly face to face with Yelena.

She stands in the doorway, cat in hand to keep him from darting out the open door. A brief look of confusion passes over her features before the corners of her mouth turn upwards into a crooked smile.

"Is everything okay?" she asks, stepping back and motioning for me to come inside, which I do.

"Yeah everythings fine," I say as I slide off my shoes. "I just wanted to surprise you." Yelena looks pleased as she sets the cat back down on the floor. He immediately comes and rubs against my leg, purring loudly as I reach down to stroke his soft fur.

"I hope I'm not intruding," I say hesitantly as I realize that may be exactly what I'm doing. She shakes her head quickly.

"Not at all. Do you want to sit?" she asks and I nod appreciatively, heading towards the couch with her close behind me.

"Oh!" I say as I grab her clothes from where they were shoved into my purse. "I washed these also." I set them on her coffee table and she smiles.

"You didn't have to bring them back so soon," she says as she settles beside me, one hand coming up to rest on my knee as she picks up her remote with the other. "Movie?" she asks and I nod.

"But you pick," I say before she can ask me what I want to watch. She chuckles but does pick something, moving her hand off of my knee so that she can lay her arm over my shoulders and pull me to her side.

I try to focus on the movie but I'm too aware of how close she is to me and how little there is between her skin and my own. After a few minutes I turn and look up at her.

"Yelena?" I whisper and she looks down at me where I am beside her.

"Yes?" she asks. I feel my face heat up but I don't let myself chicken out of what I want to say.

"I was hoping I could try something," I say timidly, bringing my hand around and splaying my fingers against her stomach.

"And what exactly do you want to try?" she asks, her voice taking on the same raspy quality it had that first night at the halloween party.

"It's easier if I show you," I respond, tilting my head up towards her lips. She meets me in the middle, her lips hot against my own as she tries to take control of the kiss, but I don't let her.

I slide my tongue against her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open so that I can swirl my tongue with her own. As I do, I trail my hand down to the waistband of her sweatpants, running the tips of my fingers under it so that she knows what I intend.

I pull my lips from hers, pausing my finger's movements to look her in the eyes. "Is this okay?" I ask. She swallows, her face flushed.

"Absolutely," she says, pulling me back to her. Her kisses grow more frantic as I slowly slide my hand under the waistband of her pants, my lips trailing down her jaw. I flick my tongue out to taste the soft skin of her neck, gently sucking and leaving small red marks in my wake.

One of her hands fists in the back of my sweater while the other tangles in my hair. The soft sounds that leave her mouth as I make my way down her neck cause a familiar heat to build between my legs.