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The house we were residing in for the night was somewhat secure. The windows were boarder up, the front door had a deadbolt and it was surrounded by a rotting fence. Yelena said there were no titans in the area so we should be safe.
I sat in close to the campfire she made in the living room. Yelena was checking over her gun making sure everything was working.
"Is this safe", I questioned. Her eyes flickered up from the gun to look at me. The warm light washed over her pale skin making her glow a bit.
"We'll be fine", she answered putting her gun next to her.
"How I know you won't abandon me when I go to sleep", I questioned. "You're my prisoner that's how", she reminded. "Right...so how you know I won't run", I questioned instead. "If you want me to use to handcuffs you can just ask", she smiled.
"No no it's fine", I replied clearing my throat.
I looked away from her and began looking over the dim room we were in. I fiddled with my fingers as the silence engulfed us, mostly me. I looked at Yelena who was already staring at me.
"So..why do you do this", I asked. "Why do you ask questions", she replied. I frowned at her causing her to chuckle dryly.
"Do what", she asked. "You know take prisoners", I specified. "We need all the people we can get for the fight", she answered. "Against the titans", I finished. "Correct", she answered nodding her head.
"Well I don't think I'm a good fit for your force recruitment", I chuckled. "We take anyone, besides I have no problem with teaching you", she smiled. "Besides I have no problem with teaching you", she said.
"Fuck", I mumble diner my breath looking away from her. "That's great...thanks", I sighed.
"You're skilled with a knife", she pointed out. I looked at the small blade that sat beside me. "I guess I am", I hummed picking up the blade. I twirled it around my fingers expertly, it was like instinct.
"What do you think you were", she questioned. "Why do you think you ask so many questions", I countered. The end of her lisp tug upward a bit now into a smirk. "So you going to answer me", she hummed.
"I don't know maybe I was hunter", I answered. "No, you complain too much", she denied. "Fine a butcher then", I huffed. "A female butcher...that would be useful", she hummed. "Good I have some use then", I smiled pride swelling in my chest a bit.
"I hope your okay with skinning rats", she said. "Rats", I cringed a loo of disgust now on my face. Yelena just chuckled. Silence soon engulfed us again. I sat there twiddling with my knife for a good minute before deciding to break the silence.
"Are you Zeke's right hand", I questioned. "I am", she confirmed. "Sooo why are you out here then", I asked. "He trusts me to go farther than the rest", she answered. "Won't he be upset you're bringing back just one person", I asked. "No one person is good enough, and besides you're cute enough he'll be glad I brought someone back", she replied. I felt my head heat up a bit from both the flames and her comment.
"Anyway..who do you think live there", I wondered. "I don't know nor do I want to waste my concern. I only care fr the living", she replied. "Whatever", I huffed.
"I'm guessing you were in the military", I asked. "Yes, I was private, that's how I met Zeke", she sighed happily. "This guy better be cute", I scoffed to myself. "He is", she confirmed.
"Oooo so you love him", I teased. "I do, I admire him as a leader", she smiled making my smile drop and replace with a confused look. "Meanig", I questioned.
"I like women", she stated.
I processed what she said then began nodding my head.
"...Right"
"Right?"
"I don't it just makes sense I guess", I replied. "Makes sense", she questioned. "Your haircut says it all", I pointed out. She blinked at me for a few seconds before laughing. "Rude", she chuckled.
"No I like it just saying it looks you know not liking men", I stumbled over my words. "Do you think you're gay", she questioned. "Maybe I don't know. I haven't seen a guy since waking up so I don't know", I replied. "I can describe a penis for you", she suggested. "You can describe a penis?", I questioned. "You want me to or not", she sighed.
"Sure I guess", I replied.
"Alright imagine a small sausage tentacle", she began lifting her two long pointer finger. Her fingers were about three inches away from one another. "When it gets hard it gets longer", she said expanding her fingers. "The tip is mushroom sometimes and it beats red", she went on. "It twitches, pee and cum come out the same hole, it s flesh tentacle with a heat of your lucky", she finished lowering her hands.
"Okay okay you can stop", I cringed. She lowered her hand s resting them on top both of her knees.
"Did it determine anything", she asked. "I don't think your explanation going to determine my sexuality", I replied. "We can always sleep with each other and see" she offered. "In this disease infested house no way", I denied.
"So there is a time and place", she smirked. I went silent staring at her in shock, my voice rendered to silence. Her smirk got wider from my reaction.
"No! I was just I'm going to bed", I fussed grabbing my jacket and standing up.I got onto he couch and laid down on it, my back facing her. I could hear her still chuckling at me.
Once the embarrassment subsided and she went silent I felt my eye starting to grow heavy. I soon rifted off into sleep's embrace.
