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“But the pool's cameras showed Mrs. Steel had never left her house that night.”
Kate Bishop cleared her throat, the sound of a coffee mug hitting a table as she delivered her final words.
“So then how did she not hear her husband being murdered in their kitchen? The police have yet to further investigate her possible involvement.”
Yelena's eyes scanned the road in front of her. The late February streets of New York were water logged with melting snow and what was left was a depressing grey sludge. She hopped over a pair of rodents fighting over a soggy piece of croissant.
“That's it for today,” Kate sang and she, based on the sound of whirling wheels, spun around in her chair. “We'll look more into this case on Saturday, eight pm EST.” Kate chuckled. “You all know the deal by now. Laters.”
Waiting until the small melody Kate always played at the end of her podcast was over, Yelena tugged her wired earbuds out. She let them hang from her pocket as she hopped up cement steps. She massaged her sore shoulder while she pounded on a thick metal door. Yelena didn't have to wait too long until it was swung open. Her posture sank when she saw it was a bald, white woman who answered. Her body was shaped like a dorito and her cheeks looked sculpted from marble.
“Hello?” The woman's voice was surprisingly high pitched. Yelena repressed a snicker as she rolled her shoulders.
“I am here to see Kate Bishop.”
The woman raised an eyebrow and the corner of her lip turned up, like she was amused by the small woman in front of her. “Right, commie. Well you'll have to schedule an appointment with one of her agents. Kate's a busy girl.” Yelena's lips turned down. Not because she was denied but by the way the woman had referred to Kate as “busy girl”. Where was the respect for her employer? Yelena huffed, the air making the blonde strand of hair in front of her face dance.
Pretending to think for a moment, Yelena swayed her head from side to side before she shrugged. “No, I think I will just go see her now.” She moved to walk past the beefy woman. Yelena heard a scoff and smiled before pivoting to the side as a large hand went to grab her. Instead, Yelena wrapped her hands around the woman's bicep and forearm, hauling her heavy body over her shoulder. She mutely grunted at the pain in her sore muscles. The dorito shaped woman landed on the front steps with a shout and Yelena rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic.” She dusted off her hands and entered the building.
Just as the woman was beginning to pick herself up, Yelena popped her head back out. She waggled her finger like a chastising teacher. “Do not call the police, Sofia Wallace.” The door slammed closed and the sound of a heavy lock falling into place was almost as deafening to the woman as the sound of her government name was.
“Why,” Kate whined into her fists as she kneed in front of her month’s worth of evidence. Her beautiful black coffee, once her saviour, was now her doom as it seeped into all her hard work. Tears of frustration, pain, and despair prickled at her eyes.
Lucky, the very not good boy who had accidentally slammed into her cheap desk, mauled happily on his jumbo sized bone. Kate glowered at him for a half a second before practically collapsing on top of him to shower her son in pets and kisses. To be fair, Kate had been the one to throw the bone he had been chasing after. She should probably stop playing with him in her workspace, but it was hard to resist Lucky's literal puppy eyes. His singular puppy eye, technically.
Kate rested her cheek against her son's smooth head. She forlornly looked back at the mess. Her thick mug lay incriminating next to the ruined papers. Not a single crack in its porcelain. The words “World's Best Detective” taunted her.
“Why does this always happen to me,” Kate murmured into Lucky's fur. Her son only made a ridiculous grow-like noise as he slobbered all over his bone. It took him forever to get through them, so Kate didn't have to buy them too often. She turned back to the mess and sighed. Maybe it was salvageable?
Kate's mom was already on her back about getting a “real job” so this failure was kind of hitting her hard. Her mom was technically the one to pay for renting this building Kate recorded her podcasts in. She could just do it at home, but she got the best sound quality here and it made her feel like an actual detective. She had a feeling her mom wouldn't stop nagging her anytime soon, but this was what Kate loved to do.
She loved mysteries and she especially loved solving them. Which, she technically hadn't been doing. But she would eventually! It was her dream to one day solve a case. She hoped it would be a murder. Those were her favorite.
Suddenly there was a knock on her door. Not the heavy one of Fifi, her bodyguard, nor was it any of the hesitant ones her assistant or agents had. No, this knock sounded almost lazy, a few rasps against the steel door. Maybe lazy wasn't the right word. It sounded more relaxed, kind of confident?
Lucky's tail started wagging and Kate gave him a look before rising to her feet. Looking down, she groaned. Her simple black t-shirt was now completely covered in her son's fur. She looked around, scratching her head. Should she put her trench coat on?
Shaking her head, who did she have to impress anyway, Kate swung her door open. She half expected to see the old, withered janitor that ran the building she rented like the navy. Instead, a short blonde stood in her doorway. Kate lightly flinched, taken aback to see the woman. She had never seen her before, Kate would have remembered.
The woman couldn't be taller than 5’4 and yet her presence easily took up the whole doorframe. Platinum blonde cut just below her ears, stunning green eyes pinned to Kate's body. Her gaze felt hot and her lazy grin made Kate dryly swallow.
Yeah, she definitely would have remembered, regardless of the fact that the woman was wearing black sweats and a black hoodie, dressed like it was laundry day.
They just stared at each other for a moment, Kate's eyes widened while the woman's was sharp. A blonde eyebrow raised and Kate's face flushed. She was waiting for Kate to say something.
“I-I–” Kate internally groaned, berating herself for being so flustered around a random woman who was in her building (that technically didn't belong to her and that she technically wasn't paying for). Plus, she was a few good inches taller than this woman! She should act like it. “Who are you?” she barely managed to croak the words out. Get your shit together, Bishop.
A smirk stretched the woman's lips. “Yelena,” she said simply. “I'm here to give you some information I believe will be valuable to you.”
Kate blinked, wiping her sweaty palms on her shirt, cringing when golden fur collected on her hand. How had the woman, Yelena, gotten in here anyway? “You can talk to my agents about any scoops you think might–” Kate bit back a yelp as the shorter woman closed in, so close that their noses almost brushed.
“I don't want to talk to any of your stupid agents, I only want to talk to Kate Bishop…” The words rolled off the woman's tongue like fire, her Russian accent raspy and low. It made Kate start to sweat. Sweat more than she already was.
Choking down her pathetic lesbian nature, Kate held her head up higher. “Okay.” Oh, you pathetic lesbian.
“So you think Mrs. Steel had something to do with her husband's murder?”
Kate sat in her faux office, leaning back in her chair while the mysterious woman across from her sat relaxed in an extra chair that Kate never used. Kate sipped on her coffee, just to do something with her hands, and quietly moaned at the pain of the busted bridge of her nose touching the mug's rim. She needed to be less clumsy when trying to find a scoop. When she looked back up, Yelena had shifted almost imperceptibly in the chair. She cleared her throat.
“I know she has something to do with her husband's murder.” A casual grin pulled its way back onto Yelena's face. “She was the one to kill him, after all.”
Kate leaned forward in her chair. She tried not to smile as her heart began to race. “How do you know that? You can't make these accusations without any proof.” Even if Kate agreed.
Yelena dropped her head to the side, smiling up at Kate like the cheshire cat. “But I do know. I saw her right before the murder.”
Kate swallowed, her eyes widening. “You did?” Kate almost burst up from her chair. Maybe all wasn't lost afterall. “How? Where? Did she look like she was planning to kill him?” There were about fifty more questions Kate was ready to spew out, but she paused at the darkening in the mysterious woman's eyes. Kate cleared her throat, sitting back. She gestured for the woman to go on.
“She comes to the coffee shop I work at often. She did the afternoon of her husband's murder.”
Kate heard a huff and looked down to see Lucky chewing on his bone, his eye not leaving the mysterious woman. He looked smitten. Kate rolled her eyes.
“But she doesn't do that,” Yelena continued. “Come in the afternoon. She always comes in the morning.”
“Okay?” Kate was having a hard time seeing how this related to the case.
“Which means,” Yelena threw her arms over the back of her chair, “that she was staying up late.”
Kate collapsed back into her chair, groaning up to the ceiling. She thought she finally had a lead. “Why the hell would it mean that?”
She heard the slide of a chair and peaked an eye open. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that Yelena was leaning over the desk that separated them, a big grin on her face as their noses almost touched.
“No sane person drinks coffee past five in the afternoon, Kate Bishop.” Yelena's eyes dipped, passing over Kate's parted lips and to the mug on the desk. She looked back up, her grin now a teasing smirk. “I can see you know from first hand experience.” The tops of Kate's ears burned. “And this all means that she planned to stay up late that night. That she needed black coffee to energize her enough to do something.”
“That's in no way hard evidence,” Kate breathed, her annoyance making her forget for a moment how close her face was to the other woman's. She quickly scooted back but ended up yelping in pain when she slammed her heel against the metal chair. Why was this woman so off-putting? Yes, that was the right word. Not crazily attractive. Just off-putting.
“But it is enough evidence to intrigue your followers, no? You have caught their attention with less.” Yelena smirked. “And I know how we're going to get the hard proof.”
“Oh this is inane.”
Kate anxiously bit into her nails, her brows furrowed as she looked out the window of a beat up Honda that smelled like old leather.
Yelena scoffed. “This is not insane. What is insane is killing your husband, that is insane.” Despite the serious matter at hand, Yelena still had a big grin on her face. It was really starting to freak Kate out.
“I don't know how she can sleep in there after her husband's murder.” Kate shivered. “Though if our hunch is right,” which Kate had a feeling it was, “then she probably has been sleeping like a baby since that night.”
“Our hunch is right.” Yelena patted her shoulder and got out of the car, not bothering to take her key out of the engine. Kate looked back between where Yelena once was and the very expensive house, and hurried to scramble after Yelena. “Wait up!”
“We go through the back door. Lead right into kitchen." Kate repressed her panting as she finally crouched beside Yelena. The short blonde had somehow made it all the way across the luxurious yard in the span of Kate blinking. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her jeans and looked at Yelena, having a hard time understanding her through the Russian accent. It was fine earlier but now there was an excited hum to it that was making it hard for Kate to process. It may have also been a teeny bit hot. Kate shook her head.
“This is illegal.”
Yelena gave her a sly look. “Sunce when do you care about that?”
She had her there. Kate had done some pretty morally grey things to get a good scoop. She supposed this wasn't too different from pretending to be a waiter so she could go into a restricted area.
Kate suddenly felt a soft pat on her cheek. She turned to see Yelena looking at her with a grin. She smiled a lot and it was starting to frustrate her. Kate blinked when Yelena's other hand came up and smoothed out her furrowed brow.
“We'll be sneaky. Okay?”
Kate swallowed.
“Okay.”
Kate tried matching Yelena's stealthy movement as they passed by duck shaped bushes and weird baby statues. Kate squeaked when a squirrel whizzed by her. Not even having to look back, Yelena snatched her hand. Kate was surprised at how soft her hand was. They were calloused, but instead of the skin feeling tough, it felt like a pillow. Something Kate could sink into. She let the smaller woman pull her along.
They hunched low just outside the back doorway. Yelena was fiddling with the doorknob while Kate scanned around them. There were cameras, but the necks were limp and their power lights were off. “Did you hack into the security cameras? When the hell did you have time to do that?”
“Shh!” Yelena shushed her. Her pink tongue was poking out of her lips, turning into a smirk when there was a click from the doorknob. “You think a tech princess would know.”
“I am not a tech princess–”
Yelena snatched her hand once again and dragged her into the kitchen. “Come on, pretty girl.” Kate swallowed hard. She turned away, moving her attention towards the interior of the kitchen. It was surprisingly small. Modern and neat, like it had never been used. Kate narrowed her eyes and inspected the counter tops.
“This is where it happened.” Yelena gestured to the floor in front of the kitchen sink. “This is where Mr. Steel was murdered.”
Kate hummed as she looked to where Yelena's finger was pointing. She scratched the back of her head.
“I'm not really sure how we're supposed to find any clues. The cops had already cleared everything.”
Yelena tutted, her lean fingers tapping Kate's button nose. “Cops are not always so thorough.” The finger still on Kate's nose lowered to her chin, moving Kate to face the top of the cabinet. Her eyes widened when she saw a piece of what looked to be glass, just barely sticking out from the ledge.
Not taking her eyes off it, Kate climbed onto the counter, careful not to knock anything over. She didn't do a very good job, an empty wine bottle fell. Kate cringed but there wasn't a loud shatter. She turned to see Yelena behind her, one hand holding the bottle while the other hovered behind Kate's ass, ready to catch her if she fell. She winked and Kate blushed. She shook her head and focused back on her task.
“These cabinets are so damn high,” Kate muttered to herself. She heard Yelena hum in agreement below her. “Ah-ha!” Kate's fingers had just touched the object when she felt a sharp pain in her shoulders. “Shit!” Kate yelped as she and the glass fell. Before Kate could even shout, she was swaddled in warm arms and a soft chest. She sniffed and looked up at a weird, grinning woman. Yelena chuckled as she twirled the piece of glass she had apparently caught in her free hand.
“Better be careful, kotik. I'd rather not test if kittens can actually land on their feet.”
“Kittens?” Kate asked before her face flushed in realization. She shoved off of Yelena and swept her clothes of any dust to hide her embarrassment. “Just–! Let me see.”
Yelena casually handed the glass to Kate, setting it on her palm. Kate winced at the pain crawling up her neck. Yelena gave her a look and Kate just huffed. “Mrs. S–the murder,” Kate corrected herself, “probably hurt their shoulders too.”
Kate finally inspected the object in her hands. It wasn't just glass, it also had bits of plastic still attached to the back as well as the sides. It was a gross hot pink color.
“This look like a hand mirror to you?” Kate had seen girls in her old high school use them before, but she'd never had one herself.
Yelena hummed, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “I believe so.” Her eyes widened and she leaned in, their noses brushing once again as Yelena cupped the hand that was holding the mirror. “Mrs. Steel carries one of this color.” Her finger slid over the edge of the glass, somehow not cutting herself. “Or she used to.” She smirked, her teeth showing.
Kate but her lip, looking back at the mirror. She gasped and quickly tossed it onto the counter, earning a look of surprise from Yelena. “Shit! Our fingerprints are all over it now,” Kate groaned, her hands tangling into her hair. “How are we supposed to use it to convict Mrs. Steel–” Kate coughed into her hand. “If she is guilty.”
“Shh.” Yelena soothingly rubbed Kate's back. “You only touched the back. The sides where she held it to kill her husband haven't been touched.”
“Oh, thank god.” Kate slouched and grunted at Yelena's chuckling. “Shut up! This is my first like, actual case.”
“And you're doing amazing.” Kate looked into Yelena's eyes. She only saw a deep, dark sincerity. Kate licked her dry lips.
“Thank you…”
“You know,” Yelena leaned against the counter, acting like she wasn't an intruder in a mansion that was occupied, “I'm willing to bet that Mrs. Steel will be convicted of the murderer with this evidence you found.”
“Yeah?” That's not exactly something Kate would bet against.
“Yeah.” Yelena pushed on her hands, invading Kate's personal space for the hundredth time that night. This wasn't the first time it had made Kate feel a flutter low in her stomach. “What are you willing to bet, Ms. Detective?" Kate felt a shiver run down her spine at being called detective.
“Who said I wanted to?”
Yelena didn't answer, her eyes narrowing in her smirk. Who was Kate kidding?
“...What did you have in mind?”
Yelena huffed quietly and Kate felt it against her lips. “If Mrs. Steel is taken into custody the morning after we turn this in, I take you out on a date that night.”
“Taken into custody?” Kate breathed. She watched the way her breath hit Yelena's baby hairs. Seeing it sent a chill up Kate's spine. “What about her getting convicted? Isn't that what you were betting on?”
“It is.” Yelena chuckled, her eyes darkening as she wrapped her hands around Kate's waist. Her thumbs rubbed Kate's sides for a moment before sliding down to her hips and massaging there. “But the justice system does not work that effectively. Mrs. Steel will be imprisoned, I can promise you that.” Yelena licked her lips as Kate unconsciously rested her hands on Yelena's shoulders. She looked pained at the touch but also pleased. “I just do not want to wait that long anymore.”
“For a date?”
“For you.”
“Oh.” Kate swallowed and Yelena watched the movement of the way her throat bobbed. Kate felt dizzy. Her lips parted and Yelena continued to watch. Her eyes were obsidian.
“I–”
“What is the meaning of this!”
Kate and Yelena flinched, snapping their, very close together, heads towards the shout. A middle aged woman dressed in a fluffy pink bath rope, her hair pulled up into curlers, glowered at them.
“Shit.”
“Lucky! Off, off!” Kate groaned as her son tagged his tail before jumping off the dress she had set out for her date that night. Kate hurried over, swiping her lint rolling off her dresser. After frantically wiping down the black silk, she managed to somewhat rid it of golden fur. Mostly.
She had a bit of time until Yelena would get here but she might as well put it on now since Lucky had already beat her to it. Once the dress was snug on her, Kate checked herself out in her full length mirror. She looked hot. Sure, she still had a bandage on the bridge of her nose but her breasts looked just right and–Kate spun around–her ass did too. She hadn't been on a date in a very long time but tonight would go well. After all, the morning had started off great. Mrs. Steel had been taken in the night before, after she had basically called the cops on herself when she had meant for them to get the two women invading her house. This morning she had been sent to a more “secure” location which just meant she was fucked. Kate twirled into her living room, landing on her couch like a princess. Lucky followed behind before heading to the kitchen, ready to sleep in there like he sometimes did. Hibernate was probably a better word for it. Whenever he slept in there, he wouldn't wake until morning. There had been many occasions where Kate had thought her furry son was dead when in reality, he was dreaming of steak bones. Kate rolled her eyes and kicked her feet up.
She felt good, like really good. She had solved an actual goddammit case! Like a real one! She had studied a lot on her podcast, delving deep into a variety of cases, mainly cold ones, but she had finally solved one. It was like she was a real detective. It had also felt good when the mysterious, sexy as hell, woman who had burst into her life called her one. Kate felt like she was glowing, hell she probably was.
She kind of wished she had one of those little mirrors Mrs. Steel had. Something she could use to gaze at herself. Kate wasn't egotistical, she really wasn't! She just thought she looked really hot right now.
Kate scoffed to herself as she thought about that hot pink hand mirror. How'd the fucker die from such a small piece of glass? Kate had spent a while when she first started researching the case learning about who William Dick Steel was. Nobody special, she had found out. A typical business man, a pile of dropped sexual assault charges, receding hairline, and five adult children that were living all across the world.
He didn't look particularly weak. Well, not especially weak. Okay, he kind of looked weak. But still, a hand mirror? Kate didn't even think those were sharp enough to give an ant a paper cut.
It was lucky that Mrs. Steel had forgotten it on top of the cabinet. And that the cameras were shut off, the ones that should have been able to see the murder. And also the way Yelena knew exactly where to look.
Maybe it wasn't too surprising that Yelena, a coffee shop worker, had found it. It was pretty visible evidence. Evidence that even a rookie cop would have been able to find.
Kate slowly sat up on her couch. Her hand ran from her throat down to her stomach. A dark feeling was seeping through her body and it felt like it was going to force itself out of her chapped lips. Kate stood and–There was a knock on the apartment door. Kate's whole world stilled, her vision narrowing into a slit until all she could see was her door handle. There was another knock and Kate flinched. Her brain melted and became foggy as she stumbled to the door. She tried opening it but it was locked. Numbly, she flipped the bolt and went to open it again, though this time her sweaty hand slipped off the knob. Before she could regain her focus, maybe realize she shouldn't be opening the door at all, the handle turned by itself and was slowly pushed in towards Kate. She stumbled back and stared at the empty gap. It felt foreboding.
“Hiii.” Yelena poked her head in, a big smile on her face. She easily slipped through the cracked door and tittered as she wrapped her arms around Kate's shoulders. “You look…very nice.” The words sounded like dripping honey from her lips. Yelena wore a casual suit, sharp and dark. It fit the theme she told Kate they would need for the upscale restaurant they would be attending for their date. The restaurant that had been Kate's favorite since childhood, the one she told no one about but Yelena somehow knew.
Kate bit back a gasp as Yelena pressed close to her, her fingers trailing the seam of her dress. She eyed Kate's outfit, moving to her cleavage before meeting her eyes. The green pools were deeper than Kate remembered. Still captivating, still taking Kate's breath away. “Are you ready to go?” Yelena murmured while her gaze lingered on Kate's lips. When she didn't say anything, Yelena looked back up and paused at Kate's expression. Kate wasn't sure what she looked like. Scared? Angry? She was pretty sure she looked like nothing at all.
She watched Yelena's entire face change, morphing into a cheerful smile. “What's wrong? Not feeling hungry?” She patted Kate's stomach, making her skin twitch. Her smile sharpened. “Cold feet?”
“You killed him.”
Yelena laughed, like Kate had said something funny.
“Killed who?”
“Mr. Steel.” Kate tilted her chin up. Her hands clenched into fists. “You killed him.”
Yelena laughed again, just as light as the first one. “Kate Bishop, I have no idea what you are talking about. Is this your way of avoiding our date? I must say, I would be disappointed if that were the case,” Yelena teased, her finger twirling a strand of Kate's brunette hair.
“Yelena.” Kate tried to step back, to separate herself from the intensity she was feeling, but her calf bumped into her couch. She was cornered. “I'm calling the police.”
Kate flinched at the sudden burst of laughter from Yelena. Head thrown back, teeth bared, and clutching her stomach, kind of laughter. Kate felt sweat run down the side of her forehead as she waited for Yelena to finish, but it didn't seem like she was ever going to stop. Kate's throat wobbled as she shoved at Yelena's shoulder, biting back a squeak when her head snapped to face Kate. Yelena's expression was straight for a moment before she broke out into a grin, genuine this time.
“The police? The same police that are currently handling Mrs. Steel. That one?” Kate fell back onto the couch, her tongue heavy in her mouth as Yelena got onto her knees on the floor. She took Kate's hand.
“It's thanks to you that I am free, free to express my love for you.” She turned Kate's hand so she was cupping Yelena's cheek. “Don't you see? Kate Bishop, I did all of this to get your attention.”
“No,” Kate murmured. She watched as Yelena played with her right hand, snuggling with the left.
“Da. All of it was for you. I know you love a good mystery and I could tell how much you wanted to solve one of your own. You love murder cases, I could always tell by the way you breathed when you talked about them. Heavy and fast. It all makes you so very excited.”
“N-no it doesn't.” The words forced their way out of Kate's throat, coming out jumbled and awkward. It just made Yelena smile harder.
“It does.” Yelena turned her head to kiss Kate's palm before meeting her eyes again. “Six months ago, I was contracted to murder the remainder of the Bishop family.” Kate froze. “I was told to start with the daughter, then finish with Eleanor Bishop. My client, you see, had a certain grudge against your mother. Something about a failed marriage proposal.”
Kate remembered her mother having to cancel an arrangement she had with one of her business partners. He had a son, she had a daughter. It would have made their companies stronger if they were connected. But when Eleanor had realized Kate was a lesbian, from google searches a seven year old Kate Bishop had made, something Kate had no idea could be seen, she dropped the engagement. Her business partner had not been happy, demanding that their children at least meet before she decided. Eleanor had refused, something Kate would always be thankful for.
“So I started following you. I learned all of the places you liked to go. I learned where you were alone the most, where you were most vulnerable. These stakeouts were long. I learned a lot about you.” Yelena set Kate's right hand in her hair, her eyes blurring when Kate's fingers unconsciously tangled in her blonde strands. “I started to become obsessed. I started to notice things that weren't relevant to my contract. I noticed the way you would drink coffee in the mornings, even though you hated the taste. You just lived how it made your heart race. I noticed how you would walk the long way from home with your dog after doing a recording for your podcast, just so you could pass by the petstore and see the puppies in the window. I saw the way you smiled at the littlest of things, the curve of your full lips. I saw everything, and I loved it all.”
Kate felt her eyes water and her lips tremble. Her hands shook and Yelena kissed the one she was snuggling once again.
“I became so immersed into your existence. I couldn't get enough. Nothing was enough. I would listen to your podcast when I wasn't following you. When I went to bed, when I was in the shower." Yelena's eyes darkened. “When I touched myself.”
Kate shuddered and Yelena licked her lips.
“So I knew everything about you, especially your voice. You love ‘true crime’ and the murder cases in particular get you excited, there's no denying that. And murder is something I am very skilled at. It wasn't hard to find a target. I killed him similar to how I killed my client.” Yelena scoffed. “They were all bitches, pissing themselves as I slit their throats. You did so good, Kate Bishop. You figured everything out.” Yelena moved and pressed her face into Kate's lap, nosing at her thigh. “My smart girl.”
She looked back up at Kate, her chin digging into Kate's soft skin, making her silky dress ride up.
"I only did this play for you to enjoy, something for both of us to do together. Did you like the ending, darling?”
Kate's whole body was trembling, from her knees that were on either side of Yelena's torso, to her hands that were now both tangled in Yelena's hair. A toothy smile broke out across Kate's face. “You're fucking crazy.” Yelena's eyes lit up.
“Oh Kate, and you love it.” Her fingers wrapped around Kate's wrist. She moved Kate's hand, kissing each of her fingers before taking the first one into her mouth. Kate gasped and her other hand tightened in Yelena's hair.
Yelena sucked and then her teeth lightly bit into Kate's fingers, making little lightning bolts shoot up Kate's spine. Her mouth watered and parted when Yelena popped off her fingers with a wet sound. Kate felt like her face was melting. “Show me,” she murmured.
“Mm?”
“Show me,” Kate breathed. “Show me how much you love me. Show me how obsessed you are with me.”
Yelena's shoulders twitched as she crawled into Kate's lap. “Gladly, my love.”
Kate leaned back into the couch while Yelena took her hand. She licked her fingers one more time before lifting her dress shirt and placing Kate's hand there. She smirked, watching Kate's breathing increase and become desperate. Yelena liked Kate like this. Desperate.
Kate felt her hands be pushed, sliding down Yelena's taunted stomach and into her pants and underwear.
“Oh shit,” Kate practically whimpered. “You're so wet.”
“Mm, can't you feel it?” Yelena groaned lowly, her face turning toward the ceiling. “How much I want you.”
“Yeah…” Kate trailed off. She wiped away the drool that was beginning to fall down her jaw. Her fingers slid through Yelena's wetness, gathering it and swiping over her clit. Yelena moaned, both pitchy and sounding like it was torn deep from within her chest. Kate snapped her head up and met Yelena's eyes just as she lowered her head. Even now, Yelena's lips were pulled into a crazed smile. So obsessed.
Yelena pulled Kate's hand out of her underwear. Kate lifted her hand, inspecting the wetness that shined in her low budget lighting as it ran down her hand. She went to bring it to her mouth, but Yelena grabbed her wrist before she could.
“You want a taste, detka?” Yelena leaned in close as she teased Kate, their noses just barely brushing.
For once in her life, Kate listened to the burning sensation on the back of her head, and crashed her lips with Yelena's. Their teeth clicked, and Yelena took that as her cue to bite Kate's lip. She took advantage of her gasp, sucking Kate's wet tongue into her mouth.
Kate's cheek became wet as Yelena moved from her mouth, kissing a wet trail over her cheek and down to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She pulled back and licked Kate's receptive mouth. “You want a taste? Here.” Yelena let Kate's wrist go. “But I get one too.” With that, Yelena slid off the couch and onto her knees once more. While Yelena hiked up Kate's dress, Kate pushed her fingers into her mouth. She hummed. Yelena tasted good.
Hot breath batted against Kate's thighs before a tongue dragged a burning trail up her skin. Kate moaned when Yelena's tongue flicked against her underwear. She played with Kate through the soft material for a moment, seeing what new, desperate sound she could draw from the woman above her just from this.
Kate was losing her mind. Her underwear was ruined and if Yelena didn't hurry, she might do something stupid, like beg.
“I can see it in your eyes,” Yelena chuckled. “You're close.”
“You haven't even done anything yet,” Kate bemoaned.
“And still your lips are mouthing pathetic whines. Just say the word and I'll take care of you, Kate Bishop.”
Kate would never beg, especially not for some crazy bitch that had been stalking her. No matter how hot, sexy, and mysterious she was. No matter how fast she made Kate's heart race. It didn't matter if she made Kate feel exhilarated, that she was so easy to talk to, even if she was just as awkward as Kate was. Whether or not it felt like they were two beats in sync, whether or not Yelena made Kate feel like she was on fire, Kate would never—Oh, fuck it!
“Just fuck me!”
Yelena smirked.
“Finally.”
Once Kate's soaked underwear was ripped from her shaking thighs and thrown across the room, Yelena wasted no time in devouring her.
“Oh!” Kate held on for dear life as a scorching hot tongue licked through her. Kate threw her head back, her vision flickering as her skull slammed into the back of the couch. She let out high pitched moans, her short nails clawing into her cushions. She felt Yelena chuckling against her and it drove Kate absolutely crazy. “Come on,” Kate whined. She wanted more, more, more. Yelena chuckled again and this time Kate felt herself gush against her lips. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment but Yelena let out an excited huff and buried herself further into Kate. Christ, Yelena was good with her tongue. Tears leaked from Kate's eyes and her legs came up, encasing Yelena's face with her plush thighs. Yelena groaned and pulled back. Kate hid away in her hands at the sight of her wetness covering the entirety of Yelena's lower face.
“Come on,” Yelena crooned. “I'm gonna take care of you.” Kate dug her heels into Yelena's back, demanding that she just hurry up and get her off. Instead, Yelena wrapped her arms around Kate's waist and hefted her over her shoulder. Kate squealed, her legs kicking out as Yelena carried her up her staircase. Her was ass bare on Yelena's shoulder.
“Put me down!” Kate groaned and hammered her fists on Yelena's back.
“Okay.” Yelena chuckled before tossing Kate onto her bed. She bounced, landing on her pile of pillows. She looked back to where Yelena was standing, but she was gone.
“Yelena?” Kate felt a shiver run up her spine as she looked around her still room. She screamed when Yelena suddenly popped her head up from the end of Kate's bed like some kind of monster straight out of a bedtime story. She crawled onto the bed like a predator, naked as the day she was born. “Shit,” Kate murmured, her eyes trained to the leather encasing Yelena's hips and the silicone in-between her legs. Wait.
“Where the fuck did you get that?” Kate didn't own a strap-on, much less have one underneath her bed. Yelena just laughed, carefree and still somehow sexy.
“I hid it here a couple of months ago, just in case.”
“Months! How the hell didn't I find it?” How the hell did Yelena get in here in the first place? Who was Kate kidding, of course Yelena could easily break into her apartment without her knowing.
“You've been putting off cleaning your room since before I had even met you, Kate Bishop.” Since before she had started stalking Kate, that is. “I knew you wouldn't find it before we used it.”
“Cocky, aren't you?”
“Yes, that is kind of the point.” Yelena raised an eyebrow. Kate groaned at the joke before she yelped at the toy pressing against her. She looked up and her tense muscles relaxed at the weirdly soothing darkness in Yelena's eyes. She was kissed. Kate melted into it, her hands coming up and pulling Yelena close. Kate gasped, separating from their sloppy kiss as Yelena snapped their hips together.
“F-fuck, it's been so long,” Kate groaned into Yelena's shoulder. Blonde strands of hair stuck to her wet chin as she shuddered. “I haven't–Oh fuck–” Kate bit her lower lip so hard it started to bleed as Yelena dug her feet into Kate's matress and slammed her against the headboard. The impact was so hard that a crack sprung up her wall, surly pissing off her neighbors. “–been with anyone since senior year in college–with my roommate–!”
Yelena made a low sound, her sharp teeth almost cutting into Kate's jaw. “You almost did at the Halloween party, with that girl dressed as the pinky cowgirl.”
“Y-yeah,” Kate absently mumbled. She ground herself into Yelena, their hot stomachs pressing together. “We matched.” Kate had dressed as the pop star's Statue of Liberty costume. It had taken weeks for the green to wash off of her skin. “But the ligh–ahts! The lights had caught on fire–” Yelena's words finally processed in Kate's frazzled mind and she halted. Not literally, she was still rocking herself into Yelena, but her thoughts had tripped and crashed into a fiery explosion.
She looked up at Yelena. Her teeth were sparkling in the low light as she grinned down at Kate, her eyes narrowed like a predator. “Mm, that is too bad. But I am not too sure her weak arms could have handled all of this,” Yelena husked, her hands coming down to squeeze Kate's ass. She used that as leverage to heft Kate further up, hilting the strap-on inside her as Kate's head hit her now cracked wall.
“Inane…” Kate practically headbutted Yelena as she hungrily licked into her mouth. “You're fucking insane, you crazy ass stalker.”
“Your stalker. Say it.” Yelena's hand left her ass and reached her throat, lightly squeezing. Not hard enough to restrict Kate's breathing, but hard enough to feel her racing pulse. She squeezed and it made a fluttering sensation bloom inside of Kate.
“My stalker,” Kate whispered. Yelena squeezed again and this time Kate screamed. “My stalker! Just mine.”
“Yours.” Yelena grinned, her thick arms holding Kate close as she slammed her into the wall.
“So, still going to call the piggies on me?”
Kate massaged her sore shoulders as she looked over at the serial killer she now apparently shared her bed with. Yelena was on her stomach, her sculpted back muscles sweaty and glistening as she playfully kicked out her legs. There were long red lines going down her back, marks she proudly wore after drilling Kate into her headboard and wall the entire night. Kate stared at her butt for a moment before a throat clearing snapped her out of her gaze. “Mm? What was that?”
Yelena giggled, girly and cute. So different to how she had ravaged Kate just hours before. “The police? Still going to give them a ring?”
Kate scoffed. “And what? Admit I was wrong? No way in hell. The people who listen to my podcast are going to love this story.” She rolled Yelena onto her back and climbed into her lap. “And maybe I like having a stalker.”
“Good.” Yelena dragged Kate down into a crazed kiss. “You'll find that I am hard to get rid of.”