Revenge

The fair

"Kate," I call out, furiously digging through my clothes.

"yeah?" she shouts back from the kitchen.

"Have you seen my black coat? I can't find it."

"All your clothes are black, how am I supposed to know which one you're talking about?"

Not all my clothes are black, I grumble. Sure, most of my outfits are, but not all of them. I do mix it up sometimes. I open up Kate's closet and search through her clothes for the tenth time, hoping it magically spawned. It didn't, there's just rows and rows of purple. I hear the loud clomping of Kate's combat boots behind me, and I turn in defeat, only to notice what she's wearing.

I eye my coat, and glare at her accusingly "You thief."

"Oh" She extends her arms and studies my coat, feigning surprise. "This is what you were looking for?"

I take note of the playful gleam in her eyes, and purse my lips to keep a smile from slipping. "Take it off."

She smirks flirtatiously "As hot as that would be, we're about to leave, unless you think we have time-"

I smack her arm, feeling heat rise to my cheeks "Katherine Bishop. We both know that's not what I meant."

She steps forward and cups my cheek in her hand. Electricity sparks where our skin touches. Her perfect, warm, and incredibly soft hand is on my face, making my breath hitch. Every muscle in my body freezes when her eyes flick down to my lips. Is she going to kiss me? Please kiss me. I mentally scream the words, hoping she can hear them somehow.

Her gorgeous blue eyes meet my green ones again, and she smiles. "I know that's not what you meant. But seriously, your coat makes my outfit look good, so I'm wearing it."

She removes her hand from my cheek and steps back, leaving my head buzzing, longing for the contact again. Get a grip Yelena. I blink once, and try to hide my disappointment and confusion. It's things like this that make me question her feelings. I'll catch her staring, and she'll quickly look away, or she'll sit so our shoulders are brushing on the couch, when there's plenty of room. Then she plays it all off like nothing happened. We're just friends.

I look at my best friend, now fully composed, and pretend to let out an annoyed sigh, even though I'm not annoyed. She wasn't lying about the coat looking good with her outfit. She's wearing light acid washed denim jeans, a tight fitting white t-shirt, and her combat boots. The coat adds a very nice accent.

"How about this?" she tries to compromise "I wear something of yours, and you wear something of mine."

"Fine" I huff, feeling secretly ecstatic at the prospect of wearing something of Kate's

She tosses me a gray sweatshirt from her closet. "I'll go put the leashes on the dogs while you change."

I nod and she leaves the room. The sweatshirt smells like her, not a particular smell, but good nonetheless. it's also incredibly soft, not as soft as her hands though. I quickly slip it on and turn to look in the mirror. It looks good with my black jeans, but that's not what matters. I'd be happy wearing anything, as long as it's Kate's.

"Ready" I say walking out of the bedroom.

Kate looks at me eyeing the sweatshirt, a blush creeping across her face, and she clears her throat, "Okay, well let's go."

She quickly turns to hide her face and I smile, I got her flustered too. The brunette leads the way out of the building, and into the brisk air, making me thankful for the thick sweatshirt. I catch up to Kate and take Fanny's leash, watching my happy akita strut next to Lucky.