The French toast was scrumptious.
As Kate, Laura, and Clint were cleaning up the kitchen (Clint was still tiny as a result of the PYM arrow that was stuck up his ass) Yelena returned to the house.
"Welcome back," said Laura. "Where are my kids?"
Yelena pointed with her thumb. "I let them take a joyride in my car."
Laura frowned. "You what? That doesn't sound very safe…"
But Yelena waved him off. "They'll be fine. Your oldest says he sneaks at night to practice with your car. So…what are we having…?"
"Oh…sorry, Yelena," said Kate. "We just finished having French toast. We should've saved you some."
"Don't worry about it," said Yelena. "I can whip myself up something. Do you have the K-D here?"
"Ahh…I think so…" responded Laura.
As Laura checked the pantry for the blue box, Kate excused herself to freshen up in the bathroom.
It was still surreal what had happened in the last hour. She turned on the shower and got undressed. She entered the shower and let the hot water touch her body. As the bathroom began to steam up, her mind wandered.
Did she really just have sex with Clint AND his wife? The phantom ache inside her confirmed that it did actually happen, and she felt herself getting aroused again.
Kate began to touch herself, exploring the viscous remnants of her previous dalliance with newfound curiosity and excitement.
It was at that moment she realized that Clint had came inside her, but he wasn't wearing a condom. Should she be concerned?
She decided not to worry about it and continued to wash up.
Several minutes passed, and Kate emerged from the shower, a giant towel wrapped around her body. When she entered the kitchen, Yelena was sitting at the table, a pot of macaroni of cheese in front of her. She had a bottle of sriracha rooster sauce in her hand and squirted a liberal amount into the pot before digging in. Laura was nowhere to be seen.
Kate walked toward the feasting Yelena. "Where's Clint's wife?"
Yelena had just put a giant spoonful of mac and cheese in her mouth. "She went to collect her kids," she responded, between chews. She glanced up and down at Kate Bishop and smirked. "You look like you had a good time, Kate Bishop."
Kate immediately felt her face and entire body flush red. "God…is it that noticeable?'
"Is what noticeable?" asked Yelena, her eyes back on her mac and cheese meal. "That you are a virgin?"
"Yes!" said Kate, before realizing she had yelled her response. "I mean…I was a virgin…"
"See that is your problem, Kate Bishop," scolded Yelena, pointed the spoon caked with cheese sauce at her. "Rule number one of this life: there can be no virgins. Only the experienced survive."
Kate took a seat across from Yelena. "That seems like an awfully Russian belief."
Yelena shrugged, then scooped some mac and cheese and pointed it toward Kate. "You still hungry, Kate Bishop…?"
Kate shook her head. "Oh…no, thank you. I had a big breakfast…two breakfasts in fact."
"Including a snack in the form of Clint Barton," added Yelena wrily. "But surely you can have another bite? It's so good…"
"I-I really couldn't…" said Kate.
"You turned me down once, Kate Bishop," Yelena said, her smile dropping. "Don't reject me again."
The mood suddenly became very tense and serious. Kate sighed, resigned.
"Open wide, Kate Bishop," said Yelena
Kate obliged and leaned across the table to accept the spoonful of mac and cheese into her mouth. As she leaned over, the towel slid a bit down her body, exposing her naked breasts.
"How does it taste?" Yelena asked her softly.
"Mmm…" was Kate's response. Her eyes were closed and herr lips were still around the spoon. She was imagining it was Clint's cock inside her mouth. She felt her body getting wet and ready all over again.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see Yelena staring intently at her. She was caressing Kate's face with her free hand.
The smirk returned to Yelena's lips. "I think you are ready for a second helping, Kate Bishop."
Kate nodded. "Yes, please." She knew they were no longer talking about food."
Yelena removed the spoon from Kate's lips and replaced it with her own lips.
She knocked the pot of mac and cheese onto the ground as they both climbed on top of the table. Yelena ripped Kate's towel off and the two of them made out passionately on top of the table. Yelena's hands were like rabid mongooses, exploring Kate's naked body and just feeling every inch of her.
"I couldn't leave without properly saying goodbye," Yelena said. "Not this time. Lie down on your back."
Kate obeyed and Yelena's head went immediately between her legs. Kate moaned as Yelena's tongue licked and lashed, embracing her wetness.
"More…" moaned Kate, grabbing the edge of the table to steady herself.
But Yelena got on her knees, and put a hand between Kate's leg's, fingering her. "You are such a greedy girl, Kate Bishop. Greedy greedy greedy…."
This went on for a few seconds, the only sound Kate's pleasured moans. But then suddenly Kate heard Yelena's voice cut through. "What the hell is that?"
Suddenly, a tiny naked Clint Barton appeared on the table and made a mad dash for between Kate's legs.
Yelena stood up and took a step away from Kate. Kate began to moan wildly, her body contorting and thrashing about as she was brought to climax.
She collapsed on the kitchen table. Yelena took a few cautious steps toward Kate and peered between her legs, then straightened up, her eyes wide with shock.
"Tell me I did not just see a miniaturized Clint Barton hanging out your pussy."
Kate was still riding the waves of pleasure from her orgasm and did not respond. Meanwhile, a tiny little arm was waving out of Kate's entranced.
"Little help?" came the muffled yell of a voice from within Kate.
Yelena grasped the little arm and yanked out Clint, who was once again completely covered in sexual juices, this time Kate's and not just his own.
Yelena set him gingerly on the table. She made a face. "For once, I have lost my appetite."
Suddenly, he grew back to his normal height and laid next to Kate on the table.
"Hey, is there any of that mac and cheese left?" panted Clint.