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Yelena typically considers herself a patient person.
She’s spent hours of her life silently waiting on rooftops or stakeout points during missions. She’s spent hours awaiting instruction from whoever she’s had the displeasure of working for.
And she is almost always patient with her girlfriend, Kate Bishop. She will wait to the ends of the earth for that girl if she has to.
But emphasis on almost.
Because Kate Bishop has been ‘taking a shower’ for the past hour .
“I’m just gonna rinse off, then we can cuddle to our hearts content,” the archer had said after Yelena had greedily requested for some well-needed cuddle time. Yelena knew not to question Kate’s condition, of course.
She’s starting to question it now. Especially considering that it has been nearly forty five minutes since Yelena heard the water shut off.
So for the first time in ages, Yelena is impatient. Her fingers lazily tap against her leg as she leans against the pillows. Her foot is rapidly twitching at the end of the bed.
Yelena was promised cuddles. She gets cranky when she doesn’t get what she’s promised. And her patience has at last grown thin.
“ Kate Bishop! ” Yelena yells, groaning as she pushes herself off of the bed to lazily stroll to the bathroom door. “I am giving you ten seconds to come out of that door or I will drag you out myself!”
“Just— hold on !” Yelena hears objects clanking against each other. Whatever Kate is doing in there, Yelena is too impatient to wait.
“Ten…” the Russian starts, leaning against the wall beside the door. She hears the noises increase, but she chooses to ignore it. “Nine…eight…”
Kate lets out a high-pitched squeal and Yelena hears something fall on the ground. Yelena can’t help but giggle when she hears that adorable noise from the other side of the door. She can’t deny how fun it is to put her girlfriend under pressure.
“Seven, six, five,” Yelena goes on, pace increasing ever-so-slightly with each number. She hears Kate scrambling around on the other side. “Four, three…”
The door flies open via kick, and Kate comes stumbling out with her arms full of what must be ten white unscented candles, an incense holder, and six different types of incense sticks. Kate is barely holding everything together.
Yelena tilts her head. “Kate Bishop, what is this?”
“You said—” the brunette tries before readjusting her hold to better contain all the objects she has. “You said you wanted cuddle time so I thought I could, um…get some incense and candles to make the room look and smell nice.”
Yelena’s heart swells and her mood goes from annoyed to appreciated. Somehow, Kate had been in the bathroom looking for candles and incense for forty-five minutes. Refusing to give up in order to make the experience perfect for her girlfriend.
“You were looking for candles? For almost an hour?” Yelena grins playfully, but her eyes are soft like her warmed mood.
“Well, I knew we had ten, but they were all scattered in different parts of the bathroom and the incense was way in the back of a floor cabinet…” she trails off. Yelena loves it when Kate rambles. “It doesn't matter, does it? Lemme just…”
Kate begins frantically moving around the room, placing candles on every surface and laying the incense holder on the nightstand beside her and Yelena’s bed.
“Kate Bishop, this is—” but Yelena is cut off by her girlfriend pulling her onto their bed and taking her hands. The brunette’s face was apologetic but hopeful, and it was clear she wanted nothing more but to make Yelena happy and comfortable.
“Is it too much?” Kate nervously fiddles with Yelena’s fingers. “I know you just wanted to cuddle, but I thought I could, like, enhance the experience. But maybe it’s too much…” she trails off.
“Kate.” Yelena firmly squeezes both of Kate’s hands. It’s rare that the ex-assassin ever addresses her girlfriend by only her first name. “Oh my god, Kate. You make it extremely difficult to not kiss you every second of every hour of every day.”
A perfect bright red blush spreads across Kate’s face (it’s one of Yelena’s favorite sights) and the brunette giggles and pushes herself closer to Yelena. “I mean…I’m not stopping you from doing that…” she drawls on.
And of course, Yelena grins and takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around Kate and begin kissing every inch of skin on her face. She kisses and kisses and still feels like it’s not enough to show Kate how she loves her so fucking much .
“Jesus, oh my god–Yelena!” Kate squeals between kisses, falling on her back against the pillow with Yelena on top of her. “You’re acting like Lucky!”
Yelena lays one final kiss to Kate’s lips–a long, lingering one, before leaning back with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Sorry. I just…Дерьмо, Kate. I love you so much.”
The archer lets out a heavy laugh and pushes herself to a sitting position, before wrapping her arms around Yelena’s waist and pulling the blonde back with her against the headboard. “Trust me, Lena, the feeling is mutual.”
Kate leaves the bed just for a moment to light the candles and the incense (Yelena picked a sandalwood incense stick) before returning to her rightful place in her girlfriend’s arms. Yelena pulls Kate into her like she’s a massive stuffed animal, and Kate’s head finds its way between Yelena’s head and shoulder.
The two are silent like that for a few minutes. At some point, Yelena begins to slowly rock side-to-side with Kate in her arms, humming softly for only Kate’s ears to hear. The archer takes one of Yelena’s hands and entwines their fingers together. The two are entirely woven into each other, snuggled together in a way that provides maximum coziness and warmth.
“This is my favorite,” Yelena mutters softly after a few more moments of silence. “You are my favorite.”
Kate lets out a breathy chuckle with a smile. “You’re my favorite too, Lena. Number one human being, I’d argue.”
“That is quite a title to have, Kate Bishop,” Yelena points out, before pressing her lips softly to Kate’s forehead. “If I am the Number one human being, then you are the number one living creature on earth.”
“That’s not fair,” Kate replies, leaning back so she can look at Yelena’s eyes with a snarky expression. “And neither of us are going to win this argument.”
Yelena shakes her head, and her hand falls to softly rub against Kate’s back. “That is very true, моя любовь, very true.” She lets out a content sigh, sinking into the fluffy mattress beneath her and Kate. “But you know what is true?”
Kate playfully tilts her head. “What, Lena?”
“That you are mine,” Yelena states with a grin.
The brunette smiles and that lovely pink blush returns to her cheeks. “That is very true.”
Yelena encloses her arms and her legs around Kate’s entire body, trapping the archer within her grasp, holding her tight. Kate smiles even wider and Yelena can feel her sink into her girlfriend’s hold.
Kate is entirely where she wants to be. Yelena has Kate right where she wants. In her arms.
And next to the bed, at the very bottom of the drawer in Yelena’s nightstand, sits a tiny velvet box. Waiting patiently until the day its contents can be bestowed upon the love of Yelena’s life.
“All mine.”