"I'm bored," Yelena whined, drawing the last word out in a much too dramatic fashion. She could feel Natasha's gaze upon her as she looked up from the book that she had stuffed her nose into.
"Go for a run," Natasha suggested, and Yelena shook her head from her position on the other side of the couch, just groaning loudly.
"It's too hot and miserable for that," Yelena informed her, looking at her older sister and taking in the unhidden grin spreading across the redhead's face.
"You could get one of those nasty slushie things you like," Natasha spoke, and Yelena scoffed immediately in reply.
"The store is not open on Sundays. Besides, the slushies are a delicacy. Second only to vodka," Yelena informed her, and Natasha just grinned a bit wider, a laugh rising in her throat, and Yelena felt quite satisfied with herself for bringing such emotion to the redhead.
"So that must be why you like them," Natasha suddenly piped up in response. Yelena shifted her gaze to her in slight confusion.
"What?" Yelena asked, suspicion in her voice as she noted how smug and pleased that Natasha sounded with herself. She had to admit that it was quite nice to have the privilege of hearing Natasha's voice in such a pleasing, happy tone.
"You must be mixing vodka in so you can't taste the actual slushie," Natasha told her, keeping her voice perfectly level, and Yelena narrowed her eyes a little in a playful glare. Natasha's light greens were sparkling with mirth as she glanced up from the book.
"Ha," Yelena just faked a short bark of laughter.
"There's food in the kitchen," Natasha suggested, and Yelena just pouted a little in response to the statement.
"There is no sour cream and onion chips," Yelena shot down her sister's proposal,
"I bought some for you yesterday."
"Yeah, about that… I finished the bag yesterday," Yelena admitted with a slight grin, completely unashamed of her feat, and Natasha's eyes widened a little
"Seriously?!" Natasha questioned, some surprise in her voice as she looked up from her novel once again to gaze at Yelena.
"What?! I'm a growing girl, you know!" Yelena defensively declared, and Natasha just shook her head with mock disappointment.
"If you keep downing a whole bag of potato chips all at one time, you're going to grow. Not sure if you're going to like how you do, though," Natasha commented, raising her eyebrows.
Yelena brought her foot up, gently kicking Natasha's arm that was holding up the book. However, she overdramatically did it, so it looked like she was putting more effort into it than she actually was. Natasha skillfully kept her hold on the book, just trading hands as she kept reading.
Yelena groaned before scooting over closer to Natasha, her eyes locked onto the side of Natasha's face. She eased ever nearer to the redhead, and she finally was close enough to rest her chin on Natasha's shoulder as she lazily raked her gaze over the words inside the book, not truly reading any of it. Natasha raised an eyebrow, craning her neck slightly and looking down at the blonde.
Yelena just shifted her honey-green eyes upward to meet Natasha's.
"What are you reading?" Yelena questioned curiously, and Natasha huffed a little. She delivered a swift, soft kiss to the center of Yelena's forehead before looking back down at the book.
"Probably nothing you're going to find interesting."
"Try me," Yelena challenged, and Natasha simply looked down at the younger girl with blatant skepticism evident in her stare.
"I will have you know that I am very educated in the world of literary… ness," Yelena proclaimed, her voice a little uncertain despite the bravado she forced into it. Natasha just chuckled fondly, shaking her head a little.
"It's Gone with the Wind," Natasha told her, and Yelena wrinkled her nose with disgust. She tilted her head, trying to get a better look at the cover. She scoffed as she spotted a man and a woman on the front in a loving embrace.
"Are you sure this is appropriate reading material?" Yelena asked, trying and failing to hold back the laugh in her voice. Natasha raised an eyebrow with slight confusion, not exactly understanding Yelena's mirth.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"
"It looks like it has some… adult themes," Yelena suggestively spoke, waggling her eyebrows ridiculously, and Natasha finally flipped the book to actually take the time to look at the cover. She quickly caught on, just laughing at the younger girl. Yelena chuckled but awaited an answer.
"No, no, none of that. Just pure romance. Not anything too out there."
"Ick. Sounds sappy," Yelena blew her off, her chin still resting on Natasha's shoulder heavily, and she noticed out of her peripheral vision that Natasha was rolling her eyes in reply to her.
"Natashka, I'm bored," Yelena drew the words out tiredly, unable to think of anything she wanted to do and hoping that her awesome big sister would think of something. Natasha finally put down the book on the table nearby, pursing her lips ever so slightly as she grew lost in thought.
After a painstakingly long moment of this, Natasha seemed almost as if she had settled upon something or came to some conclusion or another. She looked at Yelena and shifted slightly so that Yelena would raise her head from its place on her shoulder. Yelena felt the need to complain about the loss of her comfy place, but she held her tongue, curious as to what Natasha was coming up with.
Natasha looked at her for a long moment before finally speaking.
"Lay down," Natasha patted her lap, and Yelena started to do it without question, eager to take advantage of her sister's offered affections. However, she quickly paused in the middle of her movements, looking at Natasha skeptically.
"Wait… Why?" Yelena asked, and Natasha rolled her eyes fondly, nothing but warmth in her eyes.
"Just do it," Natasha told her, and Yelena hesitantly complied, not sure what to expect but trusting Natasha nevertheless. She was not sure if she was being lured into a tickle trap so she carefully kept her arms clamped to her sides once her head was in Natasha's lap.
"Relax. No tickle fights," Natasha assured her, and Yelena loosened, hearing the genuineness in the redhead's voice. She hesitantly slid her arms up so that they were resting on either side of her head and across Natasha's lap.
To her surprise, Natasha rolled up the back of her shirt, and Yelena stiffened just barely. She quickly loosened up, though, trusting Natasha wholeheartedly. Before she could ask what the older woman was doing, she suddenly felt feather-light touches raking across her back gently.
She almost shivered from the feeling, and her eyes were open wide as Natasha's digits tickled barely along her back, tender across her skin.
"I'm going to trace a word on your back, and you've got to tell me what it is," Natasha explained, her voice soft and quiet, and Yelena just nodded barely, worried that if she even breathed wrong that the attentions would stop. The ministrations were unlike anything she had ever felt, and it made her mind completely overload with the sensations of the most trusted person in her life touching her so lovingly and so gently.
Y-E-L-E-N-A.
Natasha stopped once she had spelled it out, and it took Yelena a painfully long moment to respond to the redhead as she tried to get her thoughts back in order from the overwhelmingly kind touches.
"Yelena," Yelena answered softly, finding herself eager for the next word that would be traced if only to feel Natasha's gentle fingers running across her back.
"Good job," Natasha softly praised, and Yelena felt her chest constricting with something that was so purely the love of an adoring little sister that thought her older sister's praise was as valuable as the air she breathed. Of course, she would never admit this to herself, but it nevertheless was an emotion that was coursing through every fiber of her being.
"Two words this time," Natasha explained quietly, and Yelena almost impatiently awaited her sister's tender touches.
S-W-E-E-T.
G-I-R-L.
"Sweet girl?" Yelena asked, almost embarrassed as she uttered one of Natasha's special nicknames for her.
"That's it," Natasha quietly agreed, and Yelena felt herself melting even further with the love in her voice.
It was all that Yelena had ever wanted in her life. She had just wanted her sister's affection, approval, and love. While she felt ridiculous on one hand for finding such satisfaction and pure happiness from a silly game like this, on the other hand it was something she craved deeply.
Natasha soon started writing again.
L-A-P-O-C-H-K-A.
"Lapochka," Yelena affirmed, feeling a slight smile coming to her face, and Natasha chuckled warmly.
"Thought I'd switch languages and make it a little more complicated," Natasha told her, and her voice was filled with nothing but affection. Yelena felt herself inflating a little with the loving, proud tone in Natasha's voice. She knew she had really accomplished nothing significant, but it was still a huge deal to her that Natasha approved even of something as dumb as guessing a word right.
Natasha traced another word on her back, and Yelena concentrated on it carefully.
"Rooskaya," Yelena acknowledged, and Natasha swept a hand across her back as if she were erasing the word. Yelena closed her eyes, enjoying the contact from someone that she trusted so deeply.
"I," Yelena read once Natasha wrote and paused for a while. It was confusing to her, and she did not know what exactly Natasha meant by just one letter.
Natasha swept a hand across her and started again. Yelena furrowed her brow as she felt the letters across her back.
"Love," Yelena spoke, and Natasha started writing again, her finger moving carefully along Yelena's skin.
"You," Yelena finished, and she quickly realized that Natasha had written her a message. Goosebumps covered Yelena's back, and Yelena moved her head so that her chin was on top of Natasha's leg. She looked up at the redhead, feeling her heart overflowing with pure adoration. Natasha was looking down at her softly, her eyes warm with care.
Yelena felt her lips tugging down at the corners just a little, and she valiantly fought the tears of love, happiness, and awe that were threatening to come over her. She moved a bit closer to Natasha, burying her face into the redhead's stomach and wrapping her arms around Natasha's waist slowly and tightly.
She ordinarily would not have cried at her sister telling her that she loved her, but somehow, this time felt so much more meaningful. It was through that physical contact and affection that Yelena so craved and needed, and the fact that Natasha had somehow combined verbal and physical methods to tell her how she felt was almost more than Yelena could take.
"Ya tebya lyublyu, Natashka," Yelena spoke against Natasha, and Natasha ran her fingers through Yelena's hair before gently pulling Yelena's shirt back down over her back.
"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, milaya devushka," Natasha reciprocated, and Yelena just pressed herself against Natasha harder, feeling her body as it moved with her breaths.
After a long moment of this and when Yelena was sure she could trust her voice again, she pulled away from Natasha and rolled over so that she was laying on her back with her head in Natasha's lap.
"Wait… Isn't it your turn?" Yelena questioned softly with a slight quirk of her eyebrow, trying to convey more chill about this whole thing than she was really feeling. Natasha chuckled a little, reciprocating the eyebrow raise.
"Sure," Natasha replied easily, and Yelena sat up from her place in Natasha's lap and straightening her legs on the couch so that Natasha could lay across her. Yelena just watched her expectantly, and Natasha smiled softly before laying her head down in Yelena's lap carefully, her arms brought up so that her hands could gently hold onto Yelena's leg.
Yelena softly pulled back Natasha's shirt and looked down at the slightly scarred canvas before her. She quietly thought for a moment before a wicked smirk came onto her face. She began to trace the word.
Natasha was quiet for a moment, and Yelena finally reached the last letter, waiting eagerly for Natasha's response. Sure enough, Natasha quickly caught on, and she spun on her side, looking up at Yelena with mock offense.
"Poser?!"
Yelena just cackled.
A/N: Okay, so "lapochka" is "honey," "rooskaya" is "little one," "Ya tebya lyublyu" is "I love you," and "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, milaya devushka" is "I love you, too, sweet girl." Dang, I'm such a sucker for touch-starved fics… I probably sound like a total weirdo XD
Thank y'all for reading, and please let me know what you thought! :)