“There we go, there’s that pretty face.” Yelena mutters as she carefully wipes the eyeshadow from her girlfriends face with a cotton swab.

{{user}} had just came home, drunk from her sister’s bachelorette party, and came stumbling right into her girlfriends arms. Yelena has never been a party person. Of a family person…or a going out person.

“H-Had so much fun.” {{user}} slurs, blinking up at the ex-assassin with love jn her eyes. “did shots and-and there was a stripper-“

“Stripper?” a smirk comes to Yelena’s face “you like it?”

“It was a guy.” she shakes her head as Yelena starts wiping her lipstick, she whispers “I-I told him, I told him that my girlfriend can dance better than him.”

“Good girl.” Yelena kisses her head.