Chapter 24

Yelenas pov:
I head down to the party, seeing many scantily clothed women and some well dressed men. I spot nat by the bar and realise thats exactly what i need. I grab a bottle from the other side and a glass. “How did it go?”

She gives me a slow smile and theres a haze about her. “Im giving myself one more happy day, before i get annoyed. We’re at a party and theres alcohol and-” i follow her gaze, my eyes settling on hill. Theres always been tension between them, its weird. Hill is in a classy red dress that falls mid thigh, clearly shorter than the dresses nats used to seeing her in.

“And pretty women?” I smile at her and blush creeps up her face. This is going to be a very scandalous night.

I chuckle when nats attention falls on something else. “Pretty women would be right.” I turn to see what she means then i see yn. My breath catches in my throat and nerves suddenly flutter through my stomach. Ive never felt nervous around yn like this before. Then again, its been a while since ive seen her with so little clothes. Her dress leaves little to the imagination with the amount of cleavage it shows, followed by the small split that rises high up her thigh. Its a simple dress, but its very effective in turning heads when she wears it. My eyes slowly drag over her, taking her in, drifting over her warm skin and perfect body. When they finally drift to her face, shes already staring at me, a small smirk tilting her lips as she starts to walk towards me. Nat pats me on the shoulder and i think she says something to me, but i cant tear my eyes away from her. She leans into my space, grabbing a bottle from behind the bar. I cant help but look at what the dress reveals.

“My face is a little higher lena.” Believe me, i know that. My cheeks are flushed and i dont know if its the alcohol or flirting. “Good call on the dress, turns out it was the perfect amount of slutty.” It takes me a minute to pick my jaw up off the floor as i practically salivate at the sight of this woman.

I cant focus enough to form words so i just observe. Watching her every move. “Damn girl, you’re looking good tonight. If you feel lonely, ill be on the dancefloor.” Apparently im not the only one. Sam winks at yn as he stumbles to what he claims is a dancefloor, but is really just a small space near the music. A pang of jealousy gnaws at my insides and i subconsciously pull her closer to me, my hand hidden on her waist. Maybe i shouldnt have picked this dress. Weirdly enough, others quickly join sam in his horrendous dancing, though it is at their own risk with the way sam throws his arms about.

Yn finishes her drink and grabs my hand, pulling me towards tony. “Hey tony! Shots?” A big smirk flashes on his face as he basically runs over.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Yn pours out some shots with an unmatched precision. I forget she was a bartender. We all clink our shots together and down them, slamming the glasses on one  of tonys many bars. Yn shivers, clearly its been a minute since shes had tequila. “Wanna see who quits first?”

A mischievous grin forms on yns face. “Definitely!” Oh no, this most definitely will not end well. She pours and they down it. They do it again. And again. And again until i think their liver is going to give out. I think its Bout 12 tequila shots later and the bottle is empty and neither of them have backed out. “Vodka?” God no.

“How about we just call this one a tie?” They both look at me like it was an outrageous suggestion, judgement very clear on their faces. “You can continue at the next party.”

“Boring!” Tony shouts and then boos me. Ive never been booed by a short drunk man.

I grab yns hand, fairly certain tony is too drunk to remember this, i pull her closer and whisper in her ear. “What would you rather do? Shots with tony? Or me in the bathroom?” I leave a gentle kiss on her jawline, seeing all dignity shamelessly leave her body as she spins around to tony, a light sway following.

“Next time tony.” He looks to me dumbfounded and she starts drsgging me away. I hold onto her wrist, pulling her back, one hand settles on her hip and the other tucks a loose tendril behind her ear.

“I said which would you rather. I never said which do you want to do.” I see the visible frustration grow on her face as she scoffs and pulls away from me. “You have to atleast get me a drink first.”

“Your rules arent fair. Im going to dance for a little bit, and then ill get you that drink.” Okay maybe that backfired a lot. Her fingers slip from mine and she feels too far away and entirely too exposed. I watch as she joins sam, dancing in a way ive never seen, and yet i bet this isnt even in her top 10 of embarrasing stories. I see how he gets closer to her, leaning in to whisper to her. She throws her head back in laughter. I see how he places a hand on her waist every time she speaks to him. What i did was mean, but this is torture.

I traipse back over to the bar, slumping down on a seat next to nat who still hasnt worked up the courage to talk to hill. “What did you do? Why is she over there dancing with sam and not you?”

I watch, unable to tear my eyes away in case he tries something. “Yeah well i did something mean and now this is payback. Why are you sulking instead of talking to hill?”

She passes me a drink which i graciously accept. “I dont know how to talk to women. Theyre just so…” she trails off into a frustrated whine.

“Tell me about it.” My girlfriend is dancing with some guy- wait no, guys theres another 2 guys around her. I dont like this. What can i do? I cant pick her up and whisk her away infront of all these people. Just focus on nats issue. I cant do anything. “Just talk to her. Start with hello, see where it goes.”

She blows out a nervous breath before downing her drink and nodding. “Okay. Ill talk to her.” She stands up and strides over to maria, a small smile appearing the closer she gets. I see maria smile as they make small talk. Go nat i guess. She didnt help me with my problem. Maybe my problem is the same. Maybe i just need the courage to dance with her. In front of all these people. They’re mostly drunk strangers, it will be fine. I down my drink and pull a face. Whatever that was it was a whole lot of nasty mixed with a whole lot of gross. I stand up and start striding towards her. Somewhere around halfway, my strides turn to hesitant steps and my hesitant steps turns to standing still before i turn back, heading to my seat. Definitely need atleast one more drink if im going to make a fool of myself infront of these guys. I pour a dark liquid into a glass when i feel arms wrap around my waist and a gentle kiss on my neck. A warmth settles in my stomach and shes making it really hard not to cut this party short.

“Come dance with me.” She whispers the words into my neck, not breaking away from leaving a trail of kisses. She is definitely drunk. Lightweight.

“I will, im just finishing my drink.” She stands behind me and tilts my chin up, my head resting on her chest. She picks up the glass and slowly pours the drink into my mouth. Holy shit. I think i mightve just fallen for her a little bit. She stops halfway through and finishes my drink for me. We might not make it to dancing. Her hand trails down my arm, her fingers loosely caught in mine as she leads me to the dancefloor. I dont even question it this time, i just start dancing. I spin her around and we start singing together. She grabs my hips, pulling me closer qnd guiding me how to dance. I can dance, but i let ehr do it anyway. Any part of her touch lights a fire in soul.

“Finally made it to the dancefloor?” Sam. Ugh. Hes always there ruining moments and saying dumb shit. This isnt even a dancefloor. He tries to dance with us, but i pull yn with me as i turn my back to him and keep dancing. “Wow okay. I see how it is. Friends only. Dont worry ladies, ill be back.” I hope he isnt. I thought this would be more nerve wracking, but it turns out that when im with yn, nothing feels weird or too scary. Nothing except the thought of her leaving.

She leans in closer, her breath tickling my ear. “Lets go before he comes back.” I cackle at that whilst she drags me away towards the bar again. She pours two shots of vodka and hands one to me. “Heres your drink.” She hands me a lime and down her shot before shaking salt on her neck.

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Yns pov:
I watch her down the shot and bite the lime, her face not twisting somehow. She  leans closer, her hands either side of me, resting on the bar. She leans in and sucks the salt on my neck, kissing me in a way that feels too raw. Her lips leave light marks under their lethal touch, this isnt going to end well. Her lips trail upwards, moving over my jaw and then my face until shes about to reach my lips. But instead of kissing me, she pulls away. I cant hold back anymore. I dont care if i lose this horrible game shes playing. My hands cup her face as i pull her closer, my lips crashing against hers in a violent, desperate way. She pulls away and mischief glints in her eye as a smirk tilts one side of her mouth upwards. “Not here detka.” I just want her. I dont care about anyone seeing. As if they didnt just see her sucking my neck.

“Then where?” Her hand finds mine as she leads me towards a door. We get a few weird looks from strangers as we cross the floor but yelena doesnt so much as blink in their direction. She slams open the door, revealing an empty bathroom. I lock the door behind us and i feel her body press against mine, her hands roaming over the top of my dress, her lips kissing behind my ear. Its possessive in a way that drives me mad. She spins me around, her hands planting firmly on my ass when she carries me over to the counter.

Her tongue slides over mine in a raw, desperate way, her hands roaming over my dress which i knew would drive her crazy. Her hands slide maddenningly slowly up my thighs, reaching under my dress and the look in her eyes tells me shes been waiting to do this all night. Truthfully, shes not the only one. She pulls down my underwear, carelessly discarding them. Her hand lightly trails the skin of my thigh, working its way closer to where i want it. Her fingers circle my entrance and she leans in, kissing me deeply as she inserts two fingers. I gasp softly into the kiss and i feel her smile. She pulls them out and thrusts them back in, quickly finding a rhythm which has me struggling to stay quiet. She moves faster, and i can feel the profound tension building inside me.  Sweat glistens on my forehead and her lips trail up my neck as my head tips upward slightly, giving her more access to kiss me. I bite my lip to stop any rogue sounds from breaking free, but then her free hand cups my breast  and a quiet, strained moan escapes me. “Detka, you can be as loud as you like.” Thats it. Whatever control i had is now gone. She pulls out her fingers, inseting a third one and thrusting deeply into me, her fingers curling slightly, sending a wave of pleasure over me. I tighten around her, my head falls back, and my hands grip the hard surface of the counter. My legs shake and a loud breathy moan escapes me. My soft moans fill the air as ive fallen over the edge. My legs tremble and she starts to slow her movements. I ride out the orgasm, her thumb stroking around my clit, occaisionally stroking over it and sending a pulse of satisfaction through my body. I feel mindless.

Someone knocks on the door and yelenas hand grips tightly over my mouth. A small mischievous smirk tilts the corners of her lips as she holds a finger to her mouth, shushing me. Her hand stays over my mouth as her other hand falls lower, sliding back under my dress to tease me. Her fingers slide upwards, sliding mercilessly over my throbbing clit. My body writhes under her touch and she leans in, whispering, “Careful detka, you dont want to get us caught.” Her hand moves faster and my nails dig into her wrist. Her grip tightens on my mouth and i can feel myself losing it. Its too much pressure. I cant stay quiet. My back arches and my hands grip onto her arms, steadying myself as an uncontrollable muffled moan escapes me.

The person eventually gives up on impatiently knocking and walks away. I slide off the counter, my legs feeling like jelly. I twist pulling yelena into my spot as my hands cup her face and my lips crash against hers. My tongue strokes over hers with practiced intent and she pulls herself in the spot where i was unmade. She makes quick work of pulling off her underwear, not giving me the satisfaction of delivering the same torturous slowness that i endured. My lips trace down from her lips, dragging over her bare chest until im cut off by her dress. Thats when i drop to my knees, pulling her legs apart and i position myself between them, her legs resting on my shoulders and my hands settling on her hips. I trail light kisses on the sensitive part of the inside of her thigh and i can feel her twitch beneath me, itching for more. My tongue flattens against her center, licking torturously slow. I feel her body stiffen, responding instantly to my touch. I lap at her clit with deliberate strokes, circling and flicking as her hips push against my mouth, dying for more. I dont speed up, i just keep a steady pace. Instead, i insert two fingers, the slow movements unravelling her. Her legs tremble against my ears and her body tenses. Her ragged breaths fill the room alongside the sound of her soft moans. I keep going despite the feeling of her throbbing against my mouth. I swirl my tongue over her clit and that drags a loud moan from her mouth, no longer able to stay quiet. Not that she was anyway. She spasms, clenching around my fingers like a vice. I pull away slowly, my lips trailing back down her thigh as i stand up. She kisses me one last time, deep and intentional in a way that says shes going to miss this for the next few hours.

I watch as she pulls her underwear back up and tidies herself, ready to go back out to the party. I comb my fongers through my hair and pull down my dress that has hiked up dangerously high. My eyes search the room, dragging over every surface and crevice. No, no, no, no! I cant see them. Where are they? “Lena.” She turns to me, her face puzzled at my tone. “Dont laugh.” I drag a hand down my face, embarassment shinig through. “I cant find my underwear.” She presses her lips into a tight line and throws her hand over her mouth to cover her smile. “Its not funny!”

“Its kind of funny.” My hand brushes my forehead, trying desperately to cover my face. “You’ll just have to go out without them. But be careful with what you do, i dont need other people seeing whats mine.” The posessiveness in her voice makes me want to throw her back on that counter. Instead i just let out a frustrated groan and leave, heading back into the party as though nothing happened.

The party has drastically died down with it bwing mostly avengers and then a few stragglers who didnt get the memo. The teams chatter and laughter echose through the compound and i see them all sat together on the comfortable looking sofas in the middle of the room. I grab a drink from the bar before sinking into the cushion, still reeling from the sensations in the bathroom. “Where have you been?” Tonys voice cuts through the others, accusatory and teasing in a way that says he already has a hunch.

“I had to get some air, the alcohol was getting to me a little.” The others accept my answer, most of them no longer paying attention and turning back to their conversations. I feel the sofa dip beside me as her lavender scent fills the air. Yelena takes my glass, sipping some of it despite the glass in her own hand. “Hey what the hell?”

“For earlier. When you had my drink.” My eyes burn into her with a heat ive never felt before.

“How about we play a game?” Sams suggestion silences everyone. This ought to be interesting with us all drunk. “Never have i ever.”

“Ill go first.” Tonys arrogant voice claims the first round unsurprisingly. “Never have i ever been handcuffed.” Me, yelena, nat and steve all drink and tony holds up his finger, clearly not letting this end. “In a fun context.”

My head tilts to the side and my eyebrows pull close together, my question leaving my mouth before i can think better of it. “Does it count if youve handcuffed someone else in a dirty context?” Low whistles and grumbles of excitement sound from the team.

“Definitely.” I take an exaggerated drink and tony pushes it, making my embarassment worse. “Is the long drink for multiple someones?” I shrug, a playful smirk on my lips.