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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka watched the not so subtle gazes as Helena's eyes took in her newly exposed torso. Her intention at the time had been to take the shirt off and let it dry out before putting it on again. Not truly comprehending the power that she held over the other woman until she had seen it hidden beneath her eyes. Myka smirked inwardly because it sent a sense of pride throughout her body.

Hearing Helena's question Myka allowed a smirk to appear on her face. As tired as she was she couldn't help teasing the Victorian woman who had referred to her with a term of endearment. No one had ever called her love before Helena and it warmed her soul. But it also awoken the playful side that hadn't been seen since Sam. Leaning forward her fingers began to trace shapes across Helena's thighs moving higher and higher. Her hands continuing Her hands moving to trace little hearts across her stomach before moving own to settle on Helena's hips. Myka continued to lean forward until her face was level with the face of the woman she loved. As she had leaned in her hands had put pressure against Helena's hips to help steady herself and drive the woman mad. In a soft raspy voice, Myka said, "The kind of sleep that involves you, me, a bed and hours of blissful slumber."