SHE STARES INTO YOUR SOUL, JUDGING YOU FOR YOUR SINS

SUMMARY:A rather awkward morning, if I do say so myself.

WARNIGS:Cursing, I drag Jean into more Yelena and Y/N shenanigans because I love him, Yelena is infact dead inside, fruit on fruit crime, Jean is a protective asshole.

DYNAMIC: Established relationship

~~~

The sun shining through the uncovered window made the blonde stir awake. She never was a morning person, even when she was younger.

Sitting up in the bed she shared with you, hair a frizzy mess, with one of the straps of her gray tank-top falling down her left shoulder, she rubbed at her eyes in an effort to get herself to wake up.

She groaned softly, then stretched her back, hearing a satisfying pop. She slumped her shoulders forward and looked to her side, seeing you still asleep, little huffs of air escaping your slightly parted lips.

Her eyes softened at the sight, as she then brushed a strand of hair out of your face. 

You shuffled, but stayed asleep.

Laying back down on her side, she gazed at your sleeping form lovingly.

God, she could get used to waking up like this.

With the warmth of your body, combined with the sun's warm rays of light, Yelena felt her eyelids drooping ever so slightly, her body wanting to fall back asleep.

But, alas, it was not meant to be, because a knock on the door of your bedroom made her flinch awake.

She glared at the door, the person on the other side now officially on her shit list. Her very, very long shit list.

She huffed, laying her head back down and shoving a pillow over her ears to drown out the noise of another knock.

How the hell were you not waking up because of this? She wished she could be as heavy of a sleeper.

She groaned into the pillow as a third knock sounded, and she threw the pillow across the room with a pout, then sat up and got out of the bed.

Trudging tiredly to the door, her hair a mess and her one of her shirt straps hanging loosely off of her shoulder, she opened it.

And on the other side, was someone who she was not expecting.

Jean fucking Kirchstein.

She didn't exactly hate him, hell she didn't really hate anyone who lived on Paradis, but he did give her an extreme amount of annoyance whenever he was around.

The slightly shorter man had been an inconvenience on her relationship with you for the past month and a half. Always walking in and disrupting her alone time with you, giving judgemental glances any chance he could, and sometimes he said the occasional insult to her.

Her eye twitched at the sight of him, as he stood there in momentary shock, before growing an irritated look on his face.

"Seriously, you again?! How many times am I gonna find you in her room?!"

Yelena sneered, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

"It's called being in a relationship, you ass, maybe you should try it out."

Jean snarled. "What right do you have being with her anyway?! I bet you're only using her to get close to the government! You don't care about her, you're only manipulating her!"

The blondes nostrils flared in anger, her eyes narrowing.

"And who are you to say that?" She asked calmly, although her entire body was overflowing with rage.

The man jabbed a finger into her chest harshly.

"Because it's the only thing you've done since you and your comrades got here! You always have an ulterior motive, so who's to say this is any different?!"

He was screaming at this point, veins bulging out of his forehead. The loud noises made Yelena look back at your sleeping form cautiously, watching as you started to stir awake.

She snapped her head back to Jean, her calm and stoic exterior falling away as she pushed him away and out of the room.

A dark look flashed in her eyes at the younger man as she gripped the door tight.

Then, she smiled.

"If you ever suggest such a ridiculous thing like that again, I'll make sure no one ever hears of you again, got it?"

Jean gritted his teeth in anger.

"You psychotic bitch." He seethed.

She sent him a passive aggressive smile.

"You're not the first one to say that to me, you're not special."

And with that, she shut the door in his face then locked it.

As soon as she did, she heard the bed creak, making her turn around.

You sat up in the sheets, rubbing at your eyes with your palms.

You looked up at her, a questioning yet tired look on your face.

" 'Lena? Who was at the door?"

Her heart practically melted at the nickname, and she shook her head, giving you a smile.

"No one, just an inconvenience."

She climbed into bed next to you, brushing her shoulder against yours.

"Note to self, never make eye contact with someone you dislike. It'll only make your day shitty." She said.

You rose a brow at her statement, then shrugged, laying back down.

"Noted." You said tiredly.

She chuckled through her nose, brushing away loose strands of hair away from your face.

She thought back to what Jean had said, about her only using you.

And she knew that it wasn't true at all.

She didn't care how it looked to others, or how they perceived it, because she knew that she cared for you, and no one's opinion was gonna change that.

She bent down, pressing a brief kiss to your temple, then laid back down, wrapping her long arms around your torso.

No matter what today brought for the both of you, she knew nothing would change her mind about the way she felt.

WORD COUNT: 979