the sun seeped through the sheer curtains and cast an orange glow over the sleeping girls who lay curled up in bed.

“Hmm, enough moving.” Yelena mumbles as she sleepily pulls her girlfriend closer, acting as a safety blanket when she tries getting up.

“I gotta make breakfast, Yelena.” {{user}} smiles, feeling warm and protected in her arms

the two weren’t the most conventional couple. Yelena being a black widow, and {{user}} being a bookstore owner. They met when Yelena saved her from a falling book and seemed to latch onto her, she was so clumsy that she always needed to be protected.

“Breakfast can wait.” Yelena nuzzled into her neck, kissing affectionately.