Scholarly (Yelena X Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter Twenty-Three

 Yelena stands outside my building with her back to me, phone held up to her ear. As I approach I catch what seems to be the end of a conversation.

"No problem, I can have them graded and sent to you for confirmation tonight," she says before hanging up and noticing where I stand beside her.

"Sorry about that," she says, putting her phone back in the pocket of her trousers. "Professor Smith needs your class's assignments graded early because he won't have time to read over them next week." I nod my head at what she says as she takes my hand in hers and leads me off towards the back parking lot.

"Does he have to approve all the grades you give us?" I ask, realizing I know next to nothing about her job and wanting to fix that.

"No, not all. He just likes to read the actual works submitted since he has more experience and tends to see potential where I may not. But he does listen to my critiques and usually won't change the grade I give."

We reach her car, parked conveniently in teacher parking near the front. She walks around to my side and opens the door for me, letting me get settled before closing it and going around to her own side.

"I never asked, but what do you want to do after college? Why are you majoring in English?" I ask, pulling my sleeves over my knuckles to warm my chilled fingers.

"Well I've always wanted to be a writer so I decided pretty early on that a career in publishing wouldn't hurt. A degree in English seemed like the right step to take and I also minor in business to help bolster my qualifications."

As she speaks her hand reaches over and finds my thigh, holding onto the clothed flesh firmly. I let my hand lay lightly over hers and trace the delicate webbing of veins that run beneath her skin.

"I can definitely see you owning your own publishing company," I say, a smile falling onto my lips. "Bossing people around." She lets out a clipped laugh.

"I am not bossy," she says, feigning hurt.

"No you're right," I say, "Bossy would be an understatement, you're a control freak." I laugh at the dark expression that crosses her face as she pulls into a parking spot in front of what seems to be a park right outside of the main campus.

"You," she purrs as she puts the car into park and turns to face me, leaning in. "Have not seen controlling." My body leans towards her of its own accord and she smirks, bringing her hand up to hold my throat firmly.

"So watch your mouth," she says before leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on my lips. I lean into her, immediately going to return her kiss but she pulls away before I can.

"Uh-uh, lunch," she says. With that she releases my throat and gets out of the car, walking around and opening my door for me before I finish processing what happened. As I get out of the car I see her grab a bag from the backseat, it looks to be a reusable grocery bag.

Yelena takes my hand and leads me down a small dirt path that winds off towards a lake at the center of the park. As we walk I savor the feeling of the hot sun warming me through my clothes. That combined with the cold air makes for perfect weather; not too hot, not too cold.

We veer off the path once we get close to the pond, walking a few yards before she stops us and pulls what appears to be a dark blue sheet from her bag; the same one I remembered seeing on her bed last night.

"Can you hold this for a second while I spread this out?" she asks as she holds the bag out to me. I nod and take it, stepping back to give her room to lay the sheet on the ground for us.

Once she gets the sheet laid out I settle myself on it, Yelena plopping down beside me and reaching to grab the bag from where it sits in my lap.

"I figured we could take advantage of the nice weather," she says with a smile as she pulls various items from the bag to lay before us. Drinks, sushi, fruit; as she lays everything out my stomach audibly growls, which pulls a laugh from her.

"Hungry?" she asks and I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

"A little," I reply.

"Well don't let me stop you," she says, motioning for me to eat.

The next hour goes by quicker than I'd like, the time filled with us eating and talking to one another. I find out she's an only child and that she was born in Germany, where her mother still lives.

She turns out to be an amazing listener as well, letting me ramble on a bit more than I probably should've about my life before college and my friends. Her ears seem to perk up when I mention Jean.

"So," she says when I pause, "Jean is your best friend?" I look up at her from where I lay with my head resting in her lap.

"Yeah, has been since forever. Our moms met in the hospital before we were born and we've been with each other ever since," I say, raising an eyebrow quizzically at her expression. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Was he the one you were with at the party?" she asks, looking out at the pond to avoid meeting my eyes. My stomach does a little flip remembering the position she'd seen us in that night but I remind myself that she and I hadn't even shared so much as a friendly word by that point.

"Yes he was," I reply, not letting my voice waver. She's silent and I sit up so I can look at her straight on. She doesn't say anything, nor does she meet my eyes and I sigh in frustration.

"You can't be upset about anything I did with someone before you and I even really knew each other," I say firmly. A nagging voice in the back of my mind reminds me that we aren't even anything right now, so technically she couldn't say much about it even if it was still happening.

She lets out a deep sigh and finally looks at me. "You're right, I'm sorry," she says, pulling me gently back down onto her lap. She runs her finger tips up and down my hip and is silent for a moment before she continues.

"I guess I was just jealous it was him you were all over and not me," she says quietly, her fingers pausing their movements to play with one of my belt loops.

I roll onto my back and look up at her, bringing a hand up to run my fingers over her cheek and jaw before dropping it back down onto my stomach.

"You don't need to be jealous of Jean," I say softly, my eyes on hers. "He's a friend first, and we only ever did anything sexual out of comfort because I was too hesitant to put myself out there."

I blush as I say the last part, realizing how pathetic it makes me sound. Pathetic or not though, my words seem to have released a knot of tension Yelena was holding in her brow and a small smile crosses her lips as she looks down at me.

She leans down, brushing a kiss against my lips before laying back to look up at the sky with me.

"Oh, I forgot to ask," I say as we watch the fluffy white clouds drift above us.

"Hmm?" she says, sounding drowsy.

"My friends and I do these movie nights where we all get together to drink and watch really terrible movies," I start, leaning up on my elbows to look at her. "And we're doing one this Saturday so I was wondering if you'd want to come?"

She's silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the idea of meeting all of my friends at once.

"Okay," she says and I have to lay back down so she doesn't see the large grin spread across my face.

"Alright, I'll text you when and where once I know for sure," I say. Her only response is to bring her hand down to where my own rests and lace our fingers together.

She points up, "That one looks like a heart." 

(Published 05/25/21)

A/N: Hey babiesss! 

Just some fluff cause Y/Ns  been all up in miss girl's pussy but has barely had a normal conversation with her, yikes. 

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