This is pretty much just Yelena/Kate smut and fluff. Enjoy!


"Trakhni menya." Yelena half moaned half panted the expletive as Kate kissed the inside of her thigh, fingers gently working inside the assassin to bring her down slowly and not all at once.
(Fuck me.)

They weren't the most sexual couple in the world, it wasn't something they needed to be in love, they just were. But when they had sex, it tended to last and Kate absolutely got off on how Yelena couldn't seem to form English words when she was that worked up. It made her accent extra thick afterwards as well. Something Natasha had teased Yelena about when they realised why on occasion Yelena sounded like she'd just stepped out of Russia.

It also made Kate extra glad she had learned the language and while she wasn't super fluent, she knew how to hold a conversation and therefore knew what Yelena was asking for when it came to them having sex. It also didn't hurt that hearing Yelena moaning Russian at her never failed to turn her on more than anything else ever had.

"Podoydi syuda." Yelena panted out and tugged lightly on the loose dark hair in her hand.
(Come here.)

Kate didn't hurry and she still didn't remove her fingers, she knew they weren't done yet. She kept her movements slow as she slid her fingers in and out and rather on the shallow side of things. All the while she kissed a path up the center of the toned blondes body, she nibbled the cord in her throat and the edge of her jaw before Yelena pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Kate pushed her fingers deep and curled them slowly, unfurling and curling them again and drawing out those delicious soft moans and swallowing them. Yelena moved her hands from Kate's hair one sliding down her back and holding her flush against her side and the other curling around the back of Kate's neck and holding her into the kiss even as her back bows slightly and Kate's tempo increases.

"Mm Kate…" Her name was moaned right into her mouth in that thick accent and it had the archer answering with her own pleasured moan.

"Skazhi mne, chego ty khochesh', detka." Kate purred against Yelenas mouth.
(Tell me what you want, baby.)

"YA khochu, chtoby ty byl sverkhu." Yelena leaned out of the kiss and gave Kate a rather pleading look.
(I want you on top.)

Kate had no idea why Yelena looked like she might be told no. That may be one of Kate's favourite positions after all and it made her whole body throb. It tended to be a mess though and so they didn't often do it this way but Kate would never say no. So without a word she gently slid her fingers free and shifted over Yelena who bent a leg to accommodate her.

As Kate moved, straddling one of Yelena's legs and then shifting a little more over until they were pressed together most intimately, Yelena grabbed for Kate's wrist and lifted her hand to her mouth. This actually had Kate dripping with arousal as she watched her soon to be bride sucking her own essence off of her fingers coupled with the feel of that hot moist mouth around said fingers. Kate's hips jerked on reflex as her body throbbed causing a soft hiss to fall from her lips. She was sensitive and she could feel Yelena against herself and it was intense.

"Pereyekhat'." Yelena demanded breathlessly as she let go of Kate's wrist. The archer obliged.
(Move.)

Yelena's hands moved down one settling on Kate's waist as the other rubbed slowly up and down the top of Kate's thigh while Kate moved both of her hands to Yelena's body. One of Kate's hands braced firmly on Yelena's upper chest just under her collarbone while the other, with the wet fingers, palmed one of Yelena's full breasts and lightly pinched at her nipple and she moved. This angle and the press amplifying both of their pleasure and Yelena found the rhythm and moved with her, both of them rolling and gyrating together.

"YA ne vyderzhu." Yelena gasped out less than a minute later.
(I won't last.)

"Libo budu ya." Kate moaned back, neither of them were particularly quiet and so they were rather glad that there was such distance between their room and Nat and Wanda's.
(Either will i.)

Not that either of them really gave a whole lot of thought to the rest of their small family at times like this. Not with Kate riding so well and both of them chasing that high that was only a few rocks of their hips away. Not when both of them were arching and failing to keep the rhythm as they came together moaning soft expletives and exultant cries of each other's names.

It took a moment but they both became sensitive and Kate shifted. While she didn't completely move away she did shift back over just enough to that the tops of their thighs prevented the chill of the air from bothering the slick flesh between them. Otherwise Kate dropped down and pressed her forehead to Yelena's sternum as she panted heavily to try and get some breath back, Yelena just as breathless.

"YA lyublyu smotret', kak ty katayesh'sya." Yelena panted out moving her hands to run through Kate's hair, pushing it off to one side and shivering slightly as it brushed against her heated skin.
(I love to watch you ride.)

"YA tebya lyublyu." Kate murmured back after a moment and shifting to lay down on top of Yelena, she pressed a kiss to her fiancées chest and looked up at her with a sated expression on her face.
(I love you.)

"YA tozhe tebya lyublyu." Yelena hums softly smiling down at Kate.
(I love you too.)

Kate turned her head and listened to the slowly calming beat of Yelena's heart. She didn't intentionally fall asleep but with Yelena playing with her hand gently and her hand curled around Kate's upper arm she couldn't really help dozing off. Not that Yelena minded one little bit. She loved Kate so much it was almost ridiculous. Except it wasn't ridiculous. It was completely mutual.

Eventually the assassin herself drifted off as well, the both slept for a short while but it was early morning and they had to get up eventually. They both had appointments to last minute things done before tomorrow afternoon when they would finally be marrying. Over the last couple of months they had spent a great deal of time working on wedding plans and less on righting wrongs and it hadn't been so bad.

Yelena's dress had come back and she still fit which wasn't a surprise, she kept so active and was still training and practicing with Kate and her sister. They went to Ohio twice more in order to make sure that Melina and Cassie were alright and organised, they'd even taken Alexei to a barber and tailor in order to get cleaned up and a suit that fits as Yelena had asked the man to give her away. Alexei had never looked so happy as he had in that moment, the close second having had been when Cassie's adoption had been approved.

Kate on the other hand had taken the more masculine role, she'd opted for a suit because she knew she could pull it off and it would compliment Yelena. While they had all acknowledged that there didn't need to be a 'groom' Kate had practically insisted and therefore she'd ended up asking Clint to be her best man which he had happily accepted. Naturally they split Natasha and Wanda down the middle with Nat being Yelena's Maid of Honour and Cassie her brides maid. Wanda was with Kate and happy to wear a suit as well even though Kate had said she hadn't needed too.

Now they were only days away from the big day. Two days exactly. It was happening in a place called Fox Hollow in Woodbury and they'd been and seen it and loved it. It was LGBT friendly which had really appealed to the pair for obvious reasons. It was also all inclusive which suited them all down to the ground. They were excited which is what had lead them to making love then. The bed talk had turned flirty and then entirely suggestive talking about their honeymoon which they were planning to take off to in a few weeks instead of leaving everyone to clean up from their wedding they were going to do that themselves.

They hadn't managed to sleep for much more than an hour or so after their decidedly delicious sexcapades before a loud knock on the door had them both startling awake. Kate groaned softly from a stiff neck and shifted, she was stuck to Yelena and it was slightly gross yet she found she enjoyed it. Both women enjoyed when there was no space between them. They tended to sleep in very little if anything at all just to fully enjoy the closeness even if they weren't having sex.

"Get up!" Natasha shouted through the door.

"Go away, sestra." Yelena called back, her accent a little on the thicker side thanks to the glorious sex and the nap.

Natasha could be heard chuckling even as she walked away. Kate rubbed her face against Yelena's chest for a moment as surprisingly soft hands slid gently across the tops of her shoulders.

"We should shower when you're done motorboating me." Yelena commented dryly only to be met with a cheeky grin from her love.

"You have great boobs." Kate smirks.

"You've mentioned. Come, we're all sticky." Yelena chuckled and shifted a leg to gently nudge Kate off of her which the archer obliged pulling away gently and getting up. She stretched her arm up over her head and grimaced slightly thanks to the stiffness where she had been shot months earlier.

"Maybe you should get a massage later?" Yelena commented getting up from the bed and reaching for Kate's shoulder as the archer put her hand down.

"I'll ask Nat to give it a rub maybe, or Wanda. Between my nails and hair I'm too busy today." Kate wrinkled her nose.

"Make sure you do. And it will have to be Wanda, Nat's coming with me to pick up the family. Clint and Laura get in tonight as well right before dinner." Yelena gently let her hand run down Kate's arm and tangled their fingers before leading her to the bathroom both naked as the day they were born.

"I know. It should be good. Way better than a hens night." Kate says brightly thinking of their reservation at the hotel.

They had decided that instead of any kind of drunken pissups, since that was not either of their style really, they were more into quiet drinks, they'd be having dinner with their family and the Barton's. they'd left Wanda in charge of reservation trusting the witch to book somewhere that would be kid friendly. They were both looking forward to the next couple of days. Even if Yelena never imagined this would be her life.

Of course the Assassin had for the most part completely given up the paid assassin life much to Valentina's disgust. Every now and then Yelena would take a job given that it was relatively local and the reason was solid. Kate never asked questions but she did support Yelena. It was one of the many things Yelena loved about Kate. Despite their moral differences Kate never tried to change Yelena and never once tried to act like they weren't different. It went both ways too, Yelena adored her vigilante good-guy and everything about her. Even the annoying things, like how energetic Kate was all the time.

"Do you think it was a good idea letting Nat and Wanda be in charge of wedding invitations?" Kate asks a few minutes later, both of them now standing under the hot water. Kate was gently soaping Yelena's skin.

"I think it's too late to worry about now." Yelena offered slowly, she had never enjoyed touch quite like she enjoyed Kate's hands on her and it wasn't even about sex. It simply felt good.

"You're right but I wasn't looking for something huge." Kate wrinkled her nose.

"I'm sure it will just be our family and the Barton's and your friends." Yelena hummed when Kate pushed her hair aside and pressed a little kiss to her shoulder before running the loofa over it.

"You're probably right." Kate commented a moment later before moving them so Yelena was more in the stream.

"I'm really happy to be marrying you tomorrow, Malen'kaya Strelka." Yelena turned and wrapped her arms around Kate's waist. Kate smiles and pressed a kiss to Yelenas nose.

"I still can't believe you thought I was cheating. Like anyone could compare to you." Kate teased gently and Yelena huffed.

"I thought we agreed not to ever mention that again?" Yelena narrowed her eyes and Kate laughed.


I have offered my attempt at the Russian and the English translations though if anyone wants to tell me its shit... its google translate. Heh.