Tuscany
The first few weeks after they had promised to love and cherish each other until death is what parts them were weeks spent in pure bliss.
Being the least extravagant people, a small rented villa off the coast of Tuscany was more than enough.
The place was adorned with an off-white coloured kitchen and a dining area big enough for the two of them, along with a seating area on the balcony that had the most stunning view of a beach they were yet to go take advantage of.
They had great access to the centre of the city and the area they stayed in was quiet despite it being the height of summertime.
“Lena.. you’re hogging again,” Kate mumbles into the soft linen of the pillow underneath her. It’s barely audible but her wife is able to interpret what was said when the warm cocoon of duvet is yanked off of her suddenly.
“No,” Yelena whines and tries to pull the sheets back.
To no avail of course.
So instead she reaches out to grab her phone somewhere over Kate on the bedside table.
Not that time or responsibility has mattered to them whatsoever for the past few days but they still needed to go out and buy a few things as eating out every day for the next three weeks was not reasonable and they’d be wasting a perfectly good kitchen.
“Time?” Kate asks now fully awake. Yelena responds by moving her body on top of hers and leaving a kiss on her nose, then her cheek, then her jaw.
“Time to love my beautiful wife.”
The younger woman’s arms find their way around the blonde’s neck, her eyes still closed as she allows herself to be peppered with kisses all around her face.
This was now part of their morning routine. Who would have to energy to would wake the other up with an array of kisses. Yelena claimed that it tickled and that she didn’t like it but the smile that stuck to her face for the rest of the morning proved otherwise.
A quick peck to her lips prompts her to open her eyes and she is greeted by the greenest eyes.
“You get cheesier every morning.” She teases.
“We’re in the city of love, Kate.”
“That’s Paris, my love.”
“Well, I’m in a city with you so, it is the city of love.”
Kate feels her heart swell and her cheeks grow warm but she only chuckles and fake gags in response before pressing a kiss onto the corner of Yelena’s mouth.
“Go brush your teeth so I can kiss you properly.”
Yelena rolls onto her back then, her leg still intertwined with Kate’s.
“You know, we’re married now.” A grin then spreads across Yelena’s face that Kate shares.
“I know.” She grabs the Russian woman’s hand and kisses the finger her wedding band will now always reside on.
“You’ll have to get over my morning breath at some point.”
“We have the rest of forever, baby. So, that day does not have to be today.” Kate says against her hand before giving another kiss to the inside of Yelena’s palm.
“Look who’s eating cheese now.”
That draws out a laugh from Kate and Yelena finally gets up to strip from her pyjamas.
“You want company in there?”
“Always.”
-
The days they had spent so far in Italy had all been kind to them, the heat was not scorching but just a gentle heat that allowed them no need for more than a single layer of clothes.
Both of them were very thankful for that fact.
Kate, especially. Outside of the bedroom she never got to be graced by much of Yelena because of the countless layers of clothing she’d have to put on because of the harsh New York weather.
They were sat in a small, family-owned restaurant that they had very quickly come to fall in love with in their short time there. They had just barely made it in time for breakfast — thanks to a certain brunette and her insatiable hands.
One final bite of her sandwich and Yelena slumps back into her seat, taking a hefty sip of her mango juice.
She was neither a coffee nor tea person but she argued it was rightfully compensated in her ability to have several shots of vodka without physically grimacing.
There was no need to justify it, Kate had told her. She found it cute and it was immediately added to the many things she found endearing about her wife.
“Full?” Kate questions when Yelena slides the half-empty glass of juice over to her.
Yelena nods and finds Kate's hand under the table.
“I love you.”
“Me or the food?”
“Very funny.”
Her thumb runs over the stone of the engagement ring she’d given her just over a year ago.
“You. Forever you. I told you this only last week, Kate.”
A pair of lips are pressed to the back of Yelena’s hand in response.
After a few moments of silence, a young man by the name of Santi comes over with their bill.
A hint that they are on the edge of overstaying their welcome.
Santi and his family had become familiar with the two women quite rapidly in a very short period of time as they had frequented the restaurant for the last six days.
If they didn’t see them for breakfast then it would be for dinner.
His mother, Luiza - a lovely and overly friendly (in Kate’s opinion) woman - had tried setting Yelena up with the chef, her older son, Gio.
But she was quickly put to a halt at the sight of Kate’s scowl, the matching golden wedding bands and the diamond ring on her finger that never failed to glisten in the sunlight.
They were still treated very well despite the rejection.
The bill is paid and Kate gets up from her seat, the chair loud as it scrapes on the floor.
“You may have to go to town without me, kuritsa, I am too full,” Yelena speaks still slumped back in the chair.
An eyebrow is raised her way but she doesn’t budge.
“We can nap first then go. I don’t want to go without you.” Kate suggests with a small pout.
A smile breaks out on the older woman’s face.
“Oh, you are so in love with me, Kate Bishop.“ She sits up and wiggles her brows playfully. “Bishop-Belova.” She corrects, her smile growing even wider.
“I am. I only told you this last week.” Kate mocks her earlier statement with the brightest smile.
-
They decide to forgo their nap and go straight into town, agreeing that when they get back, a nap is the first thing on the agenda.
They had quickly become aware of the good vendors and the ones to avoid because they were sure to charge you based on your accent.
The first time they had come to town they had tried to speak in the very little Italian they knew but they were quickly sussed out.
Yelena believes it was Kate’s accent that drew them out, Kate knows it was Yelena’s replacement of a Russian word by accident that drew them out.
Kate is right.
Hand in hand, the newlyweds spend the afternoon walking around, buying the different items of food and drink they need and trying their best to converse with different people but as always, failing miserably and having to resort to Google Translate.
As soon as their bags became one too many and grow too heavy for just the two of them, despite Yelena quite literally doing all the heavy lifting, their shopping trip came to an end and they made their way back to their villa.
Yelena, as punctual as ever begins unpacking their groceries and placing them in the fridge.
“Kuritsa!” She calls out to the other room where she assumes Kate is getting changed.
Never one to let her ‘outside clothes’ linger for too long when inside.
“Yeah?”
“Did we forget to g-“ Yelena is abruptly cut off by the sight in front of her.
A very topless Kate.
Skin glowing a golden brown with the sunset as a backdrop. She thinks she might be dreaming.
She has only her underwear on, leaving not a lot to the imagination.
It is nothing that the blonde has not had the privilege of seeing before.
In fact, she prides herself in being very well-versed in the ins and out of her lover’s body but every time, without fail it leaves her mouth agape and renders her speechless.
“How…Where did, uh, what happened?”
Her eyes are glued to rosy taut nipples that stare right back at her, her tongue running over her drying lips as she thanks Mother Nature for the slightly colder evening breeze.
“You called me, no?”
Kate speaks with smugness scribbled all over her face before she crosses her arms over her chest.
Then dilated viridescent eyes are back on hers, the inside of a cheek tucked into teeth.
“Yes. Yeah. I wanted to ask if we forgot to get peppers.”
Kate nods.
“Think so.“ The brunette says.
She feels a chill run down her back and disappears back into their bedroom, Yelena is steady behind her, not ready to let go of the sight in front of her.
“We can go get some tomorrow.”
Yelena hums and sits on the edge of the bed.
“What are you feeling like for dinner?”
A fairly sized sweater is pulled over Kate’s body and she notices the immediate frown on her wife’s face.
“I don’t mind. Whatever you want.”
“Don’t say that.”
Kate allows herself to be pulled down onto Yelena’s lap, her arms naturally falling around her shoulders.
“Why?”
“Because..”
Teeth ever so gently sink into the skin of her jaw before a kiss is pressed to the dented skin.
“Because?”
Yelena then kisses her wife. A soft kiss. Her hands rest on the bare skin of her exposed thighs and she kisses her again.
She’s slow, with her lips, with her fingers that run along the smooth skin of her thighs.
Kate begins to grow antsy and lets out a quiet whimper that Yelena doesn’t fail to catch. She smiles and pushes her tongue into Kate’s mouth.
The brunette meets her halfway and their tongues melt into each other, their mouths moving messily and fervidly in the familiar rhythm only they are in tune for.
Yelena’s hands move to the hem of Kate’s sweater and removes it from her body. She wastes no time, leaning down and takes a nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the stiffened peak.
“Lena..” Kate whispers as her hips begin to squirm on her wife’s lap.
“Hm?” Yelena pulls away, looking into dark brown eyes.
“Lay down for me.” She then says not allowing chance for a response.
Kate obeys and is rapidly laid down on the bed, her eyes on the ceiling.
She tries her best to ignore the wet patch that is slowly growing cold and uncomfortable on her underwear as Yelena strips off her clothes.
The bed dips and there’s a warm body hovering over hers.
A trail of open-mouth kisses begins at her neck, down her chest to her torso.
Yelena kisses over Kate’s lines and creases. All the parts of her she’s fallen ever so deeply in love with.
She kisses over her ribs and down her sides.
She then presses a kiss to her belly button.
She does this every time. It makes Kate giggle, a sound Yelena will never tire of.
The kiss a now-known signal for whether she should continue or not.
“I’m good.” Kate breathes out. “Please..”
“Please what? Tell me.” A kiss on the waistline of her underwear. “If you don’t tell me, I won’t know, my love.”
Kate’s hips buck desperately.
“Mouth. Please.”
Her underwear is pulled off in an instant.
“Fuck.” Yelena groans at the sight of pink glistening folds in front of her.
She gently spreads her open with her fingers, her wife’s swelling clit now in clear view.
“Mm. God, Kate. Always so beautiful. Let me taste?”
But taken over by her desperation she doesn’t wait for a response before licking a stripe up her cunt.
Kate’s thighs clamp shut over her head immediately.
“No. No. Open. Keep them open for me, okay?”
Strong hands pry her thighs back open and hold her down before she begins to suck and lick up and down her wife’s wet cunt. Her tongue laps up her wetness and she can’t hold back her moans at the way Kate clenches around her tongue.
This would be her last meal and her place of execution.
“You’re so good, baby. So fucking good.”
Yelena praises. She does not care about the slick that coats her face, she is messy as she sucks and fucks her wife’s pussy. The taste and scent overwhelm her and she is turned on beyond belief, certain the mess underneath her mouth could be compared to the one in between her own legs.
Blunt nails dig into Yelena’s scalp as Kate tugs and grips on the little grasp of reality she has left.
All that consumes her is the squelching sound of Yelena between her legs and the moans that follow.
“Yel… oh, fuck, baby… Don’t.. don’t stop. I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Yeah?”
Kate yelps when a finger slides inside of her, her walls clench desperately around the digit and Yelena feels that she might just cum from the feeling.
The finger becomes two and she begins to thrust slowly but well enough that she hits the soft flesh of her G-spot.
“Are you gonna cum?”
A raspy Russian voice whispers.
“God. Yes. Yes. I’m-“
“Cum for me. Let go.”
“Oh.. shit-“
A strained groan leaves Kate as she lets herself go. Her chest heaves and her body twitches as her mouth falls open and she’s cumming into Yelena’s mouth, coating her tongue and her fingers.
Then it’s still.
Yelena rests her head down on the mattress, still in between Kate’s parted legs. She kisses and nips around the skin of her thighs with her teeth, waiting for her lover to come back down to earth.
“I love you.” She mutters against her skin.
“I love you.” is muttered back, a hand finds its way into blonde hair and twirls it between her fingers.
“Come kiss me.” A quiet and simple request follows after a few seconds.
Always one to obey, Yelena crawls back up Kate’s body. She’s pulled down by her face, hands placed on each cheek and Kate kisses her. She pushes her tongue into her mouth, whimpering at the taste of herself.
And they stay like that, soft kisses and gentle touches until one notices how much darker it is outside compared to when they had initially fallen into bed.
“You hungry?” Kate is the one to ask. “Baby?”
but upon the lack of response after a few seconds, she realises the fingers that were playing with her own have come to a halt.
She turns on her side to be met with a sleeping Yelena, completely passed out, her lips slightly parted.
She smiles warmly at the sight and desperately wants to take a picture to tease with later but decides against it.
Her phone lets her know it’s a little past eight and they never sleep this early so, she takes it upon herself to go make them something to eat.
She’s not the best cook and so resorts to something potatoey and cheesy. She makes sure to incorporate some vegetables so her wife doesn’t chide her for not having any.
“Do my eyes decieve me?!”
Kate would be able to recognise that accent in the loudest of rooms.
“Kate Bishop-Belova, cooking? Real food? Not oven pizza?”
Yelena’s tone is teasing and lighthearted, her voice still laced with drowsiness.
“It’s good I’m not married to you because of how funny you are.”
Kate is quick to respond. Her focus doesn’t leave the pan of vegetables ahead of her that she pokes and prods with a wooden spoon.
A pair of arms wrap themselves around Kate’s torso and she slumps back into them with a small smile.
“And I definitely am not married to you because of how good a cook you are. You’re burning it.”
Looking down at the pan, she notices a few charred pieces of carrot.
But in her honest defence she did not want to undercook anything.
Yelena tries to explain that it is not possible to undercook carrots.
Burnt food crisis averted, Kate finally turns to face her wife and leans down to kiss her.
“You left me.”
Yelena frowns.
“You were snoring too loud.”
She teases and gives Yelena another kiss.
“I do not snore. We have been through this. I would know if I snore.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You’re asleep, Lena. You can’t hear yourself.”
“How do you know what I hear in my sleep?”
“Babe. You can’t hear yourself. No one can.”
“Just because you cannot hear it does not mean I cannot.”
“It’s just n-” She sighs. “Okay. Whatever will help you sleep at night.”
Kate decides to settle, realising the food is very likely to grow cold if she entertains the conversation.
A squeeze to Yelena’s waist prompts her to move off her and grab two plates and cutlery from the cupboards.
It’s a much more silent dinner because they didn’t have lunch and even though Yelena would argue she had a hearty snack, they were still quite hungry.
Yelena won’t admit it out loud but she does enjoy Kate’s cooking.
Instead, she hums in approval after every other bite and goes for a second plate.
As they stand side by side, washing and drying their dishes, a warmth fills both of their chests.
They realise that this is it. This is them, their life together until death is what parts them. They know not every day will feel like waking up in Tuscany, sex and naps in the middle of the day, but they know the love that takes over their entire beings will always stay the same no matter what. They know they can depend on love to hold them to each other and defy all the odds life may throw their way.
“What do you wanna do tomorrow?”
Kate asks as she slides into her side of the bed.
The sheets are cold underneath her and she is laid down with her eyes shut in no time.
“Whatever you’d like, my love.” is Yelena’s honest answer. They could stay in bed all day and she would not mind, as long as that was what made Kate happy.
Kate shuffles towards her wife and rests her head on her chest.
“Dunno. Ask me again in the morning.”
“Okay.”
“Ok.”
She leans up and gives her wife a kiss.
Then another.
Then another.
“Night, Lena.”
“Spokoynoy nochi, beautiful.”