𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

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EVERY BIT MINE:
YELENA BELOVA

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THEY DECIDED TO go out. Just Yelena and Y/N, Y/N and Yelena. The perfect couple. It'd taken a good few gos to persuade Natasha to let them date, but the Avenger had given up long before the pleading had started. She'd just wanted to see how far they'd take it before she could settle with a, "Yes, you may date my sister."

Yelena held Y/N's hand as they pushed through the door of a bar in downtown New York. They'd taken Yelena's bike through the city, snuck out after dinner and driven their way off the the compound site. They still snickered about it now as they each took a seat at the wooden countertop. Yelena held out a hand for the bartender, who gave her a nod and came over as soon as her could. Y/N felt her girlfriend tense beside her when she ordered three shots of vodka each. Yelena shook it off by ordering a mild gin and tonic.

"And here I was thinking you were a pro with your alcohol." Y/N smirked. A low growl sounded in the back of Yelena's throat.

"You're the one who babysits your drinks."

"It's called a precaution, you uncultured bitch."

Yelena almost choked on her drink. "Oh, so we're playing that game, are we? Didn't know we were playing dirty tonight."

"Hey, I'm just trying to loosen up a little. It's been a tense week." Y/N's reason seemed to compensate for her actions. She threw a shot back, letting the liquid seam her throat with a burning layer of warmth. Her face contorted into a small grimace before the alcohol settled. A contented smile taints her lips.

Yelena mutters into her drink, "I'm trying not to get wasted."

"Why?" Y/N asked after another shot. "You met someone you're planning on taking home?"

Yelena smirked. She knew to play along. "Well, to home, to bed. Same thing."

Y/N met her eye sheepishly. "You gonna tell me about her then?"

"Oh, where would I start? Well, for one, she's everything I could ask for. She kind, and caring and funny. It's like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning and it's something you've wanted for years - that kind of feeling." Yelena took a pause to take a sip of her drink.

"Oh don't do that." Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Don't do what?"

"Take an overly extended pause to take a seductive sip of alcohol, you pretentiously hot woman."

"Oh, yeah, there's another thing this girl that I adore." Yelena said nonchalantly. Now she had Y/N's attention. "She's unbearably naive." Y/N's face dropped in a contorsion of confusion. "She follows through with everything I ask, and it's . . . HOT. Fuck, it's hot. But, damn, is she just a slut for me." Yelena slowed down the last few of her words, trailing a rough finger along the edge of Y/N's jawline. A shiver ran up and down her spine, stomach flipping and crawling with butterflies.