[okay, fine, maybe she was staring very attentively at her phone while she assembled her little snack plate, and maybe she was smiling the whole time, but he can't prove it, they disabled the cameras in the kitchen.
she doesn't run, though, and she might still be grinning at her phone whenever he comes in. she finds herself caring less and less about giving things like that away.]
[ he finds her in the kitchen, smiling at her phone and he thinks it might be because of him. the thought makes him feel... nervous and excited. john can't really believe she likes him at all but there's something about yelena, a brightness and a magnetism. something john's fought for but comes so naturally to her.
he's grateful she doesn't run or hide. he's not opposed to a little play but now that john can do it, he wants to touch her again. he wants to feel her under his hands. ]
Gotcha. [ he says softly, gaze to match. he's more confident in the way he touches her, the way he reaches for her shoulder to run his hand down her arm. he hooks a finger under her wrist to bring her hand up to his mouth, where he places a gentle kiss. ]
[maybe it ought to be stranger, the feeling of letting herself be caught. certainly the degree to which she is letting herself be caught, not just in the sense of where she is, but leaving her expression open, body language open, letting herself be easily read (at least, easily read by the type of people who occupy this Tower) should feel stranger.
but it doesn't. there is the sensation of stretching a muscle rarely used, but it feels good. honestly, all of it does. being caught, being read, being looked at like this and touched like this.
although doubtless making him chase would also have felt good.] You did, good job. Now what?
[ john wouldn't have been opposed to a chase. he likes the idea of tracking her down, of earning his ability to reach out and touch her. but he likes this just as much, knowing she let him find her. knowing she wanted this. his chest would swell with pride if he let it.
he doesn't mean to look so pleased at being told 'good job' but he can't help it. yelena's magnetism is hard to ignore. john shrugs, still holding her hand. he places a kiss on her fingers and then to her palm. ]
Depends what you want. [ he answers, holding her gaze. john has no agenda beyond simply touching her. sex would be nice, of course, but that's not why he's here. ]
Just what I want? Nothing on the wishlist for you? [She's not going to hide that she does like the sound of that, it works even more for her now than it did the first time he got all eager to please on her, which was saying something. Eager to please was a very good look on him.
She is asking sincerely as well as teasingly, though. Yelena's not going to lie and claim not to enjoy the look of wanting on him as well. She loops a finger of her free hand through one of his belt loops and tugs, more a suggestion or request than any attempt to actually move him. She likes expecting that to be effective, too, all of it adding to the thrum beneath her skin that had really started kicking up with letting herself be caught.] So if I said something like... fuck me right here, right now, or I wonder how many times you could make me come before anyone else gets back, you would have zero preference on how you accomplish that?
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she doesn't run, though, and she might still be grinning at her phone whenever he comes in. she finds herself caring less and less about giving things like that away.]
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he's grateful she doesn't run or hide. he's not opposed to a little play but now that john can do it, he wants to touch her again. he wants to feel her under his hands. ]
Gotcha. [ he says softly, gaze to match. he's more confident in the way he touches her, the way he reaches for her shoulder to run his hand down her arm. he hooks a finger under her wrist to bring her hand up to his mouth, where he places a gentle kiss. ]
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but it doesn't. there is the sensation of stretching a muscle rarely used, but it feels good. honestly, all of it does. being caught, being read, being looked at like this and touched like this.
although doubtless making him chase would also have felt good.] You did, good job. Now what?
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he doesn't mean to look so pleased at being told 'good job' but he can't help it. yelena's magnetism is hard to ignore. john shrugs, still holding her hand. he places a kiss on her fingers and then to her palm. ]
Depends what you want. [ he answers, holding her gaze. john has no agenda beyond simply touching her. sex would be nice, of course, but that's not why he's here. ]
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She is asking sincerely as well as teasingly, though. Yelena's not going to lie and claim not to enjoy the look of wanting on him as well. She loops a finger of her free hand through one of his belt loops and tugs, more a suggestion or request than any attempt to actually move him. She likes expecting that to be effective, too, all of it adding to the thrum beneath her skin that had really started kicking up with letting herself be caught.] So if I said something like... fuck me right here, right now, or I wonder how many times you could make me come before anyone else gets back, you would have zero preference on how you accomplish that?