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

This was much like a dream come true for Helena. Myka was everything she wanted in a lover, a partner. She was intelligent, beautiful, strong and could keep up with her wit, among many other things. Despite the things she had to suffer in order for it to happen, she was more than glad that she'd been able to meet Myka, to be here right now with the woman she loved more than anything in the world. This was the woman she would do anything for, and she longed for nothing more than to make Myka happy. She noticed the way Myka looked her over once her shirt was removed and it gave her a great sense of pride. Helena had no sense of modesty in any respect save for the clothes she wore. And once in the bedroom when her clothes were off? Her ego there rivaled the ego she had to being an ingenious inventor and writer.

A little smirk curved her lips at hearing the moan. She wanted to hear all the sounds her lover could make. When she heard Myka wanting more, Helena smiled and obliged her. This time as she kissed Myka, she did so deeper and more passionate than they had previously kissed each other. Her lips parted, her tongue flicking against Myka's lips, begging for entrance. Releasing her hold of Myka's hands, Helena slid her hands back down Myka's arms and along her sides. This time as her body was pressed flush against Myka's, her caresses were more passionate, taking in the curve of her body. Hands trailed over the curve of Myka's hips and along the outside of her thighs as far as she could reach, then began sliding her hands back up.