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

Helena wasn't going to force Myka to tell her what she'd dreamt about, at least not yet. Her priority here was calming her down. Being so upset over a nightmare after what they'd seen on the television earlier that night? It wasn't a good combination, so Helena would do everything she could to help calm her down. She continued rubbing her back, keeping her close.

She felt the shudder run through Myka's body given how close they currently were. Though it wasn't until Myka suddenly pulled away that she fully realized Myka was completely topless. As such, she couldn't help where her gaze went. It slid down to Myka's exposed breasts, and she felt a fresh wave of want and need run through her. After a few moments, she forced herself to lift her gaze back to Myka's. When the younger woman went to cover herself up, Helena read the shyness and a gentle smile curved her lips. Reaching out, she set her hand on Myka's arm, looking her in the eye. "You don't need to cover yourself up, love," she said gently.