The last time Yelena's thighs were straddling a man's head, she was breaking his neck. Natasha might be the more acrobatic fighter out of the two of them, but all Black Widows were still trained in the same methods. In any case, it was nice to have a more pleasant reason to wrap her legs around someone.
Yelena wasn't picky and didn't mind their present location, but she couldn't help but imagine how even more glorious she would feel if she were horizontal. Like on the comfortable surface of Will's bed, in the privacy of his room upstairs. Oh well, next time, she thought. About twenty seconds before she caught herself thinking about a next time.
Another ten seconds before all linear thought process left her head. Will was doing something particularly interesting with his tongue. Coupled with the reverberating groan that moved through her core, Yelena let out a louder noise indicating her pleasure. She was surprised to find herself so sensitive to his actions. Yelena reached up with one hand to further steady herself on the doorframe of the shed. The growing chill of the evening was a soft caress across her skin, erecting goosebumps and hardening nipples.