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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Helena's own shirt was soaked with Myka's tears, but that was the furthest thing from her mind right now. Right now she was hanging in the balance, wondering if she'd actually heard Myka say what she thought she'd said. Perhaps Helena had put too much hope into her voice, but it was too hard not to. Helena had spent far too long being angry and spiteful, she needed something to counteract that. But the question was if Myka actually returned her feelings or not. So as Myka sat there in silence, obviously trying to figure out what she'd said, or figuring out how to explain it, Helena just felt her heart pounding in her chest.

And then Myka place her hand over her heart, which momentarily confused her and only increased her heart rate. Really, Myka just needed to say whatever it was before Helena had a heart attack. Smiling. Myka was smiling. That was good, right? And then Myka finally said what it was she'd said. Helena's mouth fell open a bit and her dark eyes widened. Somehow, tears trickled down her face again, but this time they were tears of happiness and relief and a smile stretched across her face, one that made her eyes sparkle and that lit up her entire face. And in that moment, words were failing her, so instead of speaking, Helena responded with action.

Namely, she leaned close to Myka, capturing the other woman's lips with her own, pouring her love into it, making it a deeply passionate first kiss. She tangled one hand into Myka's hair, pulling her head closer. The kiss was response enough to Myka's words, but after several long moments, Helena broke the kiss, but kept her face close to Myka's, looking her in the eye with a warm grin on her face. "I love you too, Myka."