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[white_widow]

[God, that's almost better than the whimper. No, in a lot of ways, it is better, really, it would be pointless for Yelena to try and pretend she does not enjoy being baited - she fails too badly at muffling her own (too eager) sound against Ava's neck, at those words zipping down her spine and the increased contact. Instinct, set off by the way Ava presses into her, brings her hands up to curl around Ava's hips, tight and more possessive than she'd be if she were thinking clearly.

Her only real retort is biting down more forcefully, tracing over the little indentations that leaves with her tongue while she casts her eyes up. Her intention, and she is going to come back to it and see it through, was to carry on that line she's drawing down alongside Ava's collarbone, see how far she'd be allowed to push, where else she might be permitted to put her mouth against Ava's skin (the thought alone drags another desperate sound out of her) but first she wants to put Ava's back against the wall, and she's not so far gone (yet) to not look up before she starts trying to move Ava backwards. It's a gamble but, hell, if Ava wants a lesson, oh, Yelena will give her as thorough a lesson as she can manage, and they're going to need a bit more stability for that.]

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[decohere]

[being backed against a wall isn't something she'd normally allow, but steps carefully and opposite to Yelena's own advancement, the hold on her hips making her far more aware of each brush of her thighs against each other. having her shoulders stay solid bumping back against the surface goes against her instincts to slip out and away from whatever assailant. but here she is, allowing herself to be trapped, because the sharp bite has her heart racing but the danger is far more exciting than the usual.

the sole of her foot finds the wall, slides her leg up so that her bent knee is resting right against Yelena's side.] Think you got me where you want me, is that it...? [finished off with a breathy little gasp.]

[white_widow]

Mm, not quite. [this is said still muffled somewhat against Ava's skin, but then Yelena gives one last (for now) nip at that gloriously soft skin right where she can feel Ava's heartbeat and lifts her head. there's a promise in this next part, possibly also a little bit of a challenge, and she wants to be looking Ava in the eye when she says it.] Not yet.

[although that is not all she wants to be able to see Ava's face for. that movement Ava makes, it feels like an invitation, and she wants to see what reactions she gets when she takes it, all at once curling her fingers behind that knee to tug it just a little higher, slipping her own leg in that space left available between Ava's, and pressing in and forward as close as she can get. she hums, low in her throat, pleased and a bit drunk on it, the awareness of the privilege she is currently being granted thrumming along all of her nerve endings, and she is smug about it.] That's a little closer.