She should have flinched at the touch. Like there was something primordial inside dictating that they should be at odds. But it was Will and Yelena didn't want to flinch away from him. Besides, the coolness of his fingers felt good against her feverish skin. This time, she did let out a little whimper when he pulled back, sounding not unlike Fanny when the dog was upset.
She saw the look in his eyes. She still remembered the very human bite she invited him to put on her inner thigh once. His bite now would do a lot more damage.
And yet, ever courting darkness and death, Yelena followed him to the bench. She sat down at one end of it. She hadn't walked away from him before. She wasn't about to walk away from her now. Even if it wasn't the most prudent idea. "So, we've both got problems," she said, holding out her hand for the bottle after she watched him take a swig.