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

Helena hadn't realized what she'd truly felt for Myka until that moment when Myka had told her to shoot her. That had been why Myka had been able to stop her at Yellowstone. She hadn't been able to pull the trigger because she couldn't kill someone she loved. After spending so long trapped within her own hate and anger, Myka had broken through without her even noticing until it had happened. And really, she hadn't even thought Myka could return her feelings, yet here they were, and she'd been proven wrong. She couldn't think of any better way to be proven wrong.

At Myka's caress, she leaned into her touch, her smile widening with Myka's words. For the first time in so very long, right here in this moment, Helena felt as though she belonged somewhere, that she was wanted and needed. Returning Myka's kiss, she conveyed as much through it, setting one hand against Myka's cheek, her thumb gently caressing her cheek. If this was how good it felt to love and be loved in return, this is how she wanted to spend the rest of her life, and she wanted to make Myka happy. And there was nothing she wouldn't do to ensure that happened.