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pairing ☽˚⁀➷｡ yelena belova x fem!reader
summary ☽˚⁀➷｡ you made the first move PART ONE OF THREE PART SERIES
word count ☽˚⁀➷｡1,361
warnings ☽˚⁀➷｡, club, drinks, mean yelena if you squint, non-consensual kiss, getting dirty, showering together, w|w oral receiving, sleeping together, sleeping naked
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Slowly she got out of bed, covering her naked body with a grey silk dressing gown.
'Don't go,' You murmured, touching her back through the silk.
She turned to face you, her bright blonde hair tousled from sleep. A devilish smile spread across her face.
'Hey I was just about to get you some coffee, I thought you were asleep,' she said softly, letting her gown fall open to expose her exquisite body.
'Well, I'm not, so we might as well...' you bit your lip and opened the covers, showing her your body, nipples stiff with arousal.
Sex with Yelena was just like her – sweet, sensuous and left you wanting more.
You'd met the night before at an Indie club night in England. As you were bobbing along to the music, finding your rhythm on the dancefloor, you saw her. She wasn't hard to miss. Dressed in a tight red dress that rode up her pale white thighs she twirled beneath the disco ball, flirting with the music as the lights danced across her face. Time stood still for a moment as you watched her from the other side of the room. You'd never been with a girl before but you'd always been able to appreciate feminine beauty. This was different though. Her presence ignited a heat in your underwear. You waited till she was at the bar to make your move.
'Hi, my name's Y/N,' You said, sidling up beside her just close enough so your bare arms were touching.
"And I'm not looking for anyone to talk to." Her voice fills your ears as if it was music, you were taken aback and began to move before you heard her voice again.
"Yelena" She gave you a tight smile against scarlet lips.
'Would you like a drink?' You offered.
She tilted her head to the side and looked at you curiously for a moment, peering into your soul with her dazzling sapphire eyes.
'Yes please – make it a double vodka,' she said. It was at that moment that you realised she had an Russian lilt. Her words sounded like poetry.
When you got your drinks, you returned to the dancefloor and both abandoned your friends in favor of sticking together. Your heart pounded wildly as she wrapped her arms around your neck and you slowly danced to Lady in Red.
