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

All right, Helena was wondering in the back of her mind if this was really a dream. But even if it was, she wasn't going to waste this. It really did feel as though a huge weight had been lifted off of her heart with those simple words Myka had spoken to her. After all the long years she'd suffered blow after blow to her heart, it now felt so much lighter, to the point where she felt as though she could fly. And as Myka returned the kiss, it only served to lift her further.

At Myka's comment, Helena arched her eyebrows, a bit of a smirk curving her lips. "And all ready you're bossy." She chuckled, untangling her hand from Myka's hair and moving it to her cheek, gently brushing her fingers against the wet skin there. "And look at this, you are a brilliant kisser with brains to match," she said with a wider smirk. Oh this was so much more than she had ever expected. She truly hadn't thought Myka could return her feelings, especially after what she'd done to her and put her through. Yet here they were, and it was real and it was happening.

As such, Helena leaned in and kissed Myka again, partly to reaffirm that this was actually happening, and partly because she could. The taste of Myka's lips against hers was sweeter than anything she had ever imagined. It was perhaps made sweeter by the fact that she'd finally gotten something she wanted. And she would hold onto this because she'd be damned if she let this slip through her grasp now that she knew how Myka felt about her.