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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

"Helena..." Myka started to say and stopped when she saw the look in Helena's eyes. Her hand was gripping the cover as it half covered her exposed chest. She knew that she wanted Helena more than she had ever wanted anyone. But Myka was unsure whether or not that she was ready to take that step. Even if her body was betraying her own mind. When the gentle kiss had been placed on her shoulder a shiver had gone through her body. The kiss had sent a wave of arousal into the pit of her stomach just adding to the sensations both good and bad present in her body.

In her mind she was debating whether or not to take that step needed to cross the line. The line that they had almost crossed the night they'd expressed their feelings. It had taken one moment of clarity that night for her to pull back and wait. But now as she sat there clutching a blanket to her naked chest, with Helena's hand resting on her arm, and a look of pure pure need in the other woman's eye, she couldn't think of one reason to deny it. In addition to having just dreamt of dying in the Warehouse explosion never to see Helena again, her senses were on overload. As they had seen from their television show, however weird it was to see herself on tv, they would be facing trying times. Here they were safe but that didn't mean that either of them wouldn't be sent back in the middle of the night. Myka refused to go another second without having experienced what it would be like to make love to Helena. She may have been inexperienced when it came to making love to a woman but she would be a fast learner. Letting go of the blanket she crossed the distance that she had created between them and wound her hand in Helena's hair. With her fingers tangled in the older woman's hair she pulled her forward into a passionate kiss. Stating her intentions clearly.