Oneshots ||Scarlizzie • Florlee • Katelena • Wandanat

Lap [Katelena]

A/N: Happy Pride Month gays!! 

Here's a little present. You know the drill, votes and comments are always appreciated. Thanks for reading folks. Enjoy!

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i. 

Everyone has a favorite seat.

Somewhere they can sit comfortably after a long day, sinking into a plush armchair or oversized couch allowing its warmth to take away any stress from that day. The fabric scratches gently on your skin as the tension in all your muscles melt away. Almost like a supportive embrace that you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety.

Alexei had a favorite seat: his old brown rocker recliner. Its polyester material has survived the many times he's sat on it over the years. Boisterous laughter and stories shared in its presence yet there have been many moments where Yelena and the rest wanted nothing more than to burn the piece of furniture on fire. It's the creaking noise it makes every time Alexei rocked back and forth driving everyone crazy, especially Melina.

Melina's favorite seat was the same as Alexei's except hers did not rock. She also took care of it, the recliner looking as new as the day they bought it. You could usually find Melina sitting on the chair, a cup of coffee in her hand and a book in the other, with her feet up.

Sonya, her widow friend (and dare she say her best friend), loved her L shaped lounge chair. It was a leather black chair that was practically a small bed, where Sonya had covered the cold leather with a soft blanket, making it her favorite seat at her place. No one is allowed to sit on it. Not even Sonya's boyfriend and especially her baby doberman, Max.

Natasha didn't have a favorite. Since Yelena was a kid, Natasha had a knack for being able to sleep anywhere so having a favorite seat never mattered. As long as she had a blanket, her older sister could sleep anywhere. The amount of times she has found the redhead sleeping on their living room floor is more than Yelena could count.

Sleeping was not any different.

Now, Yelena's favorite seat?

It wasn't some old recliner or a fancy lounge chair.

It wasn't a piece of furniture.

And no it wasn't the cold, hard floor.

It was 7am on a Monday morning, the blonde just barely caught herself from choking on her coffee as Kate Bishop entered the living room. The archer was mid-yawning, shuffling towards the other while scratching at her exposed stomach.

"Please tell me you made enough for me?" Kate kissed the top of Yelena's head before passing by her to grab a 'I aim to please' mug. (yes it was a pun mug with her own silhouette on it)

"Da. There is enough for your mostly sugar and cream coffee." Yelena watched amusedly as Kate turned around with a pout, the latter pouring the black substance in her mug before heading to the fridge to take out the creamer bottle.

"Are you always going to tease me about it every single time?"

"Are you always going to be shirtless, Kate Bishop?" Her green eyes trailed Kate's body eyeing the woman's appearance. Her gray sports bra was back on after spending all night on the floor, with the waistband of her matching boxers sticking out from her basketball shorts, the words Calvin Klein staring back at her.

"Yelena Belova..," Kate feigned shock before taking a few steps closer, "Are you complaining?"

Yelena raised her eyebrow challenging her to continue.

"..because you certainly weren't last night."

Yelena couldn't contain the gasp that escaped her when she felt Kate grab the ends of her white long sleeve dress shirt that stopped right at her knees and bunched it up to her waist. She felt strong hands grab her by the waist and lift her up on the kitchen table that she originally had been leaning on. Feeling calloused hands let go of her waist and trail up and down her thighs, she wrapped her arms around Kate's neck and scratched lightly at the back of her head. She heard Kate let out a sigh in her ear as she did so, feeling her fingers trail higher up her thigh before Yelena reached out and stopped her.