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Yelena stretched her limbs out on the ruffled comforter of Bob’s bed until she felt a satisfying pop from her knees and shoulders. Her body pleasantly sore from a mission accomplished and a happy reunion with her Bob. Well…not her Bob, just Bob. Bob wasn’t hers exactly. Yes, they spent most of their free time together, she thought about him an embarrassingly number of times when they were apart, they had sex, lots and lots of wonderful, mind-blowing sex. They just hadn’t discussed what it all meant. If it had to mean anything.
It was easier that way, right? To have it be ambiguous. It meant that if anything ever happened to one of them than the other wouldn’t have to suffer.
She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath in through her nose, holding it for a moment before releasing the air carefully from her lips. Yelena knew she was kidding herself, if anything were to happen to Bob, she would be inconsolable. Probably start drinking again like she had when she found out about Natasha. Their fates were interconnected, intertwined, and that realization terrified her.
Lashes fluttered open, eyes immediately squinting against the harsh light of the desk lamp in an otherwise dark room. Bob was sitting at his desk, hair frizzing slightly as it airdried after their shared shower. He wore blue plaid pajama bottoms and nothing else giving her an eyeful of his pale muscular back, dots of freckles and moles scattered across the surface like stars in the light polluted sky. His body was bent over his laptop, one arm propped up on the desk surface, head in hand as he took in whatever information was so interesting to him today.
Bob had started taking classes at a local community college, all online of course since it was unsafe for him to venture out by himself. He seemed to be enjoying the challenge, she was amazed with how good at math he was and how insightful he could be with poetry. Yelena tried to read the text over his shoulder but the only thing she could parse out was something about the French revolution. Must be for a history class. Yelena should suggest he take a class on Russian history or maybe a language course, then she could help him study.
His red stereo lowly played some indie artist with a twangy voice, one Yelena didn’t really know but Bob had been so excited when he found the CD at a local record store in Brooklyn. The stereo she had gotten him had been the best gift, he had it on constantly, usually just to have noise on in the background. He started collecting CDs to the point of needing his own dedicated shelf for them.
Yelena pushed herself up, quietly crawling to the edge of the bed, a loud creak giving her away.
“Careful, I still haven’t gotten that properly fixed.” Bob’s voice was scratchy and rough from disuse. They hadn’t done a lot of talking since she got home.
Yelena tilted her head before maneuvering herself so she could lean off the side of the mattress, the bedframe groaning in protest. She lifted the comforter to peak underneath the bed, almost bursting out laughing at the haphazardly duck taped ‘fix’ on the support he had broken a few weeks ago.
“Why haven’t you just requested a new bedframe?” Yelena asked gracefully pulling herself back up to lay on her stomach, chin propped in her hands as she gazed at his back.
“Oh, I don’t know…. maybe because I would have to explain why it broke,” He shrugged a shoulder. “Having to look Mel or god forbid, Bucky in the eye and tell them it broke because I temporarily unlocked my powers and got too overly excited at eating my girlfriend out.”
The words escaped his lips so casually. Girlfriend.
Yelena’s eyes widened as Bob’s entire body went stiff, seeming to realize what had just slipped from his mouth. His posture straightened but he didn’t turn around, embarrassment wafted off of him. He cleared his throat as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. She was sure he could hear her rapidly beating heart.
Sliding off the dark sheets of his bed, she tiptoed over to him. Her hand sat on the back of his chair, hesitating just a moment before moving to slid up his shoulder. He was hot, unusually hot. A flush of red crawling up his chest and neck. She pulled his shoulder back, surprised with how easily he let her turn him. His dark blue eyes were downcast, staring at their feet as she came face to face with him.
“Bob—”
“I-I’m sorry! It just kind of slipped out, I know we haven’t talked about it and-and-and—”
“I asked for all of you, didn’t I?”
That shut Bob up, his mouth opening and closing in confusing.
Her other hand came up to his shoulder, fingers intertwining around his neck as she crawled into his lap. His hands instinctively settled on her waist, adjusting his legs so she could sit comfortably.
“I…” It was Yelena’s turn to look embarrassed, pink dusting her cheeks. “I liked hearing you say that, calling me…your girlfriend.”
A goofy smile pulled at Bob’s lips as she pushed ahead.
“I thought that labels were stupid, maybe even dangerous, making whatever this is between us real, a threat to be used against us. So, if we didn’t talk about it, we would be safe, you would be safe. But I realized just now that no matter if we speak it aloud or not those feelings are still there, and they aren’t going away.” She leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes. “So, you have to make sure nothing bad happens to you because I can’t even take the thought of it.”
“Ditto.”
Yelena huffed out a laugh, scrunching up her nose as she opened her eyes to see his still goofy expression.
“So, you’re giving me the okay to tell Bucky that my girlfriend broke my bed?”
“I did not break your bed!”
He tilted his head, scrunching up his face in mock contemplation. “You kind of did though—”
“Bob!”
“—your pussy is so good that it unlocked dormient eldritch powers that made me easily snap metal in half.”
Her hands covered her reddening face; she would have fallen off his lap if his hands weren’t securely on her ass.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” She croaked out, slumping against his shoulder while he chuckled at her.
“I would apologize but it’s nice to see you be the embarrassed one for once.” Bob kissed her hairline as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug.
Yelena reciprocated by allowing her arms to drape over his shoulders and nuzzle her face into his neck.
They stayed like that for a while, lazily embraced as they absorbed each other’s warmth and love.
Eventually Bob closed his laptop and carried her to his bed, both tiredly giggling as the bedframe creaked loudly under their weight. He pulled the comforter up over their bodies and pulled her close to him. Yelena pressed herself against his side, ear laid against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat, the perfect rhythm to help her drift off to sleep.
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Yelena was enveloped in warmth, a strong arm protectively looped around her middle, her back pressed up against a wall of muscle, a nose pressed into her hair. Usually in situations like this she would feel crowded, overwhelmed, and start eyeing for a way to escape but she knew this was Bob, her Bob. Her Boyfriend Bob.
The smile that spread across her face was big and goofy, her eyes weren’t even fully open yet, her mind still half asleep but just the thought of her BOYFRIEND made her feel giddy. She never could have imagined this for herself, a life filled with so much love and purpose. She had friends now, a mentor, a life she enjoyed, helping people, being a hero and she had him. Bob Reynolds. A sensitive, sweet, smart boy who opened his heart for her and let her offer hers back in return. A boy who cooked her good meals, watched her favorite shows with her and let her complain and…and…was drooling in her hair.
“Bob…” She whispered, her eyes finally fluttering open as she wiggled an arm free from under his weight. “Booobbbb” She whined as she reached her hand up to push his face away from her hair.
A groan was heard from behind her as she made contact. His face quickly finding a new spot against the back of her neck, mumbling something about the bright sun.
The room was fully illuminated by the morning sunrise. It was obviously still early but Yelena wasn’t tired anymore, not when a soft press of lips to her spine made her blood run hot.
A shudder ran up her spine as his wet tongue tasted up her neck, her body instinctively pressing closer to his. She could feel his morning wood pressing up against her ass and she couldn’t help but wiggle against him, earning her a soft groan as his arm tightened around her waist to get her to stop.
Palm spread out against her muscled stomach, pinky brushing against the waistband of her black panties. He took a deep breath against her shoulder.
“You really want to start something this early?” His voice was low and husky from sleep, teeth grazing against the visible skin of her shoulder exposed by her lopsided t shirt.
“You started it!” She defended herself, feeling like putty in his very capable hands. This earned a huffed out chuckle from the boy behind her.
He pressed his lips against her skin, soft and gentle while his fingers slipped lower, finding the spot between her legs already slick with her desire. A curse slipped from his lips as his fingers began to work her.
Yelena felt out of body, her mind buzzing as her blood grew hot and bothered. Pulses of pleasure weaved its way through her. She gripped his bicep as his fingers entered her, turning her face to quiet her whimpers into the pillow.
“So needy, my sweet ‘Lena.” Bob whispered into her skin, lips still pressed against her neck. A groan escaped him as her ass ground against his hard cock.
Yelena seemed frantic as she maneuvered herself in his arms, turning her body so that she was facing him. His fingers still buried in her as she crashed their lips together, damn the bad morning breath. Tongues intertwined, moans slipping between them as they got reacquainted with each other’s taste.
One of her hands roamed over his chest and arms, groping at the strong muscles and soft skin. The other slipped under the covers, trying to rid herself of her useless soaked underwear. Bob caught on to what she was doing and slipped his hand out from between her legs, assisting her with the fabric. Bob pulled her underwear down until it slipped from her ankles. She wasn’t fully paying attention but she was pretty sure she caught him slip her panties under his pillow, something to tease him about later.
At this moment though she was in desperate need of his cock.
Her fingers slipped to his pajama pants, sliding them down just enough to free his leaking erection. He gasped into her lips when she tightly gripped him, jerking her hand up and down his shaft.
Yelena felt dizzy as they finally parted lips, both of them trying to catch their breath. It was a little harder for Bob since he was focused on her hand on his cock.
She threw her leg over his hip, slowing her ministrations as she lined him up to her entrance. The angle was slightly awkward but she didn’t care, she just needed this right now.
Bob moved his hands to her ass, trying to help get into a good position before slowly pushing into her waiting entrance.
Something about this perfect small moment broke something inside Yelena. She could feel her eyes watering, lip quivering, hands shaking.
Bob immediately stopped moving.
“Whoa, whoa Yelena!” concern laced his voice as his hands came up to her face, cradling softly as tears ushered from her dark eyes.
Her voice quivered and the words slipped out like a prayer or promise.
“I love you, Bob.”
The smile that spread on Bob’s face was something she had never seen before, like the sun was shining out of every crease, his eyes also shining bright with wetness.
“Oh Yelena” He quickly kissed her, as if they were magnets and he just couldn’t help it.
“I love you too, Yelena.”
They kissed, soft, lovingly, in a way they hadn’t before. Yelena’s heart burst with so much love for this man.
The slip of wet skin, light touches and soft kisses felt like nothing they’ve done before. She felt raw and open for the first time in her life. Every push, pull and moan felt like a confession that she can never take back, not that she would want to.
This moment was the start of something brand new, the moment that she lets herself be loved and to love in return.
They laid together in the aftermath of bliss, limps intertwined, bodies sweaty and pink from exertion. Everything was perfect.
The alarm in the building started going off, all avengers to the meeting room.
Bob leaned over and kissed her one last time.
“I love you, be safe.”
She kissed him back, slowly wanting to stretch out the moment before the real world hit her full force.
“I love you too,” Yelena slipped from the comfort of his arms and quickly dressed.
Who knew what the day ahead would bring, what she knew for certain though was that her Bob would be waiting for her when she got back.