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

Looking into Myka's eyes when she looked at her, Helena's heart clenched in her chest. It was more than obvious that Myka had had a nightmare. Perhaps she'd dreamt about something relating to the episode of their show they'd watched with the others earlier that evening? Because the thought that they'd had the same dream, or nightmare rather, didn't cross her mind. Still, she wondered what Myka had seen in her sleep so that she could try to comfort her. To ensure her that it was only a dream.

Wrapping her arms tightly around Myka when the other woman threw herself at her, she held her close, one hand rubbing her back soothingly as she rocked them gently back and forth. "It's all right love, I'm here, it'll be all right, now." It was then that she realized that Myka was almost completely naked. As she rubbed Myka's back, she was mostly caressing skin, which was really quite soft. Well, she'd noticed that particular aspect of Myka's skin the first time she and Myka had seen each other here. Without completely thinking about it, she placed a kiss to Myka's shoulder.

Helena was probably holding Myka tighter and closer than was completely necessary given the fact she'd just seen Myka die in her dream. But from the way Myka was obvious distressed, Helena doubted the other woman would mind overly much about that.