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@decohere

[white_widow]

Yes, please, without the injury to warrant it. Just for fun next time, hm? [Provided Ava still finds it fun once she has sobered up, which Yelena is curious to find out.]

I love that look. [and having her hair played with, and seeing Ava so relaxed, apparently to the point that she ended up about as weak and soft as a pile of marshmallows, with willpower no greater than a sandcastle built much too close to the water line.

Here, at least, that was okay.] But I am already doing what you want.

[from here.]

[decohere]

No, you're not. Not yet. [a very deliberate pout, look how lonely her mouth is, Yelena. look how easily you could fix it, as Ava gives the gentlest of tugs forward to her hair.

unfortunately high as she is, her control over her tangibility is a bit questionable, so Yelena might have to try a few times if she does go in for a kiss...]

[white_widow]

Not yet? [Adding a pout, the cruelty. Have a little mercy, Ava. Yelena responds to the tug obediently enough, but she does have to at least pretend a little at being, hm, difficult, even though her expression most certainly gives her away.]

What else is it you want? Your own pajamas? Something to eat? [But yes, once she has finished saying that, she is going to try to go in for the (requested but also equally wanted) kiss.]

[decohere]

[oh doesn't Yelena think she's so clever, so cute... well, okay, she is, and she can't even feign the smallest hint of annoyance.

though she is temporarily distracted by the idea of her own cozy pajamas... until she's struggling to get her mouth properly on Yelena's, light brushes against her nose and her chin and her cheek before the flickering settles and she finally hits her target. she sighs out so happily, not a single worry in the world plaguing her mind.]

[white_widow]

[Yelena cannot pretend (and would not try to) that she minds those light brushes, even though she had never thought herself a naturally patient person. It is too specific to Ava, and too affectionate still even if it was not the intended affection, for it not to work on her as well.

That sigh settles into her like a shot of strong vodka, warming her through. In response, she hums lightly, tightens her hold on Ava to tug her closer - fair is fair - and then, once she is sure that will not cause another flicker, tilts her head to deepen the kiss.]