When Will spoke, Yelena realized that she had been holding her breath and preparing for the worst. Fortunately, it didn’t go that way. It was a fair and eloquent point. He hadn’t stopped her the other night. Even if it had been some fever dream for one or both of them, they were both clearly okay with it.
Just like she was okay with the hand he placed on her waist. Easy like magnetism, she drew close to Will again, like they did when she had been blinded, alone in his room. Now, just like she hoped, her eyes were able to eagerly take in every detail.
“Careful, professor. You told me I had to wait for my treats,” she said teasingly, even as her gaze drifted down towards Will’s mouth again. “Obviously I am not running away.” Running towards, maybe, as the case may be. “What do you think I want to use you for?” The playful little smirk on her face telling in its impishness.