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

Under normal circumstances, or if Helena had hooked up with someone between being Bronzed and Janus Coined, control wouldn't be as much of an issue. While she wasn't patient, the rational part of Helena did know that this needed to progress slowly. The relationship she wanted with Myka was unlike all of her relationships from the Victorian era. Never before had she had a monogamous relationship, nor had she been courted, and while she was a bit afraid of the monogamous relationship, she wanted that love, that level of being close to someone, to matter that much to someone. It was definitely not something she was used to. She had loved before, but never to the extent that she loved Myka, but more than that, no one had loved her before. Oh there had undoubtedly been many who claimed that, but none of them knew the real Helena Georgia Wells. But Myka did. Myka knew all of the horrible things she'd done, knew her inside and out, and despite the betrayal, the blood that stained her soul and the anger and hate that had twisted her into a monster, Myka still loved her. And Myka was the only person Helena had ever known that could claim that and mean it.

As such, her emotions were running even higher because of that. She yearned for Myka, wanted to be one with her. Her mind was pretty much a haze and focused solely on Myka and wanting her more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life. Helena might even say she wanted Myka more than she'd wanted to save her daughter.

As she slid her hands along Myka's skin, wanting nothing more than to drink her in, she felt the way Myka's body craved the touch. However, Helena heard Myka whisper her name, and it pulled her out of the haze enough for rational thought to once again enter her mind. She blinked and looked at Myka, then glanced down at where her hands were on Myka's chest and knew this was too soon. As much as she wanted all of Myka, now wasn't the time to pursue that. Drawing in a breath, Helena pulled her hands away and shifted off of Myka's lap, once again sitting beside Myka on the sofa, brushing a hand through her hair. Though reigning in all of her want and need was a difficult thing to do, but she was trying to regain her control over herself.

"I do apologize, love," she spoke as she looked at Myka, obviously trying to reassert control of herself. "I did not mean to lose control like that."