Kate stops dead in her tracks.
The blonde was standing over Fanny, teaching her tricks with a smile so wide, it scrunches up her nose. That's a regular, it always makes her heart race. But what makes her heart pound right out of her poor ribcage was what Yelena was wearing.
Her high school basketball jersey.
The jersey was a bit long for her and a little shy of big. Yelena was wearing really short shorts to make it look like she's only wearing the jersey. Why she's wearing it wasn't lost on Kate. She had to run her hand through her hair to shake that butterfly feeling fluttering in her stomach.
She watches Yelena turn around, her back facing Kate. BISHOP. 11. Emblazoned in bright yellow colors contrasting the jersey's blue.
The archer can't help but let the quiet groan run past her lips, dropping the grocery bag on the counter. Sneaking behind Yelena, the archer wraps her arms around the shorter woman's stomach, pulling her against her.
Burying her face on the crook of the blonde's neck, she loved the smell of lilacs on her. It suits her. Yelena giggles — gorgeous and sunny, tilting her head to try and kiss the taller woman. Kate doesn't hesitate to comply, she loves a good kiss from Yelena, and the way her hand rests on her cheek.
"What's got into you?" Yelena whispers, green eyes calculating and curious. Deep down, Kate sees mischief written all over her pretty cherub face.
Kate spins the former assassin so that she's facing her, kissing Yelena's forehead gently as her calloused hands caress the rough texture of her former jersey, toying with the hem.
"Where did you find this?"
"In the closet. Very deep down. Why?"
There's a grin on Yelena's face as she tells her softly, loose arms around her neck — completing their loving embrace. Fanny's probably sick of them going all gooey so early in the morning. The lack of presence from the canine wasn't Kate's first concern, she's pretty sure the Akita was busy bothering Lucky upstairs.
"You really want me to answer that?" Kate bites her bottom lip, briefly looking away from Yelena with a muffled huff.
"Yes."
The tone was awfully the same as when Yelena confirmed she knew everything about her. It was making her chest pound even stronger. Resting her head on Yelena's shoulder, she groaned while Yelena shakes with laughter.
"You look good in it though. You look cute." The brunette pulls away, admiring her with a gentle gaze. There may be a sense of possessiveness in the way that Yelena wears her basketball jersey, but she won't ever think of Yelena that way without her permission. It was wrong.
Yelena gives her the cutest smile that's so bright it almost outshone the sun."Oh, Darling. I always look good in everything."
Yep. She's going to be the death of her.