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

Helena honestly could not recall the last time she'd been held by a lover after sex and felt this complete. It went deeper than just her body fitting well with Myka's, it was also her heart and her soul. She just fit with Myka, and she was more than thankful to be here with her, to have this chance to love her. It really meant more to her than anything that she had this chance. As much as she felt out of time and place again, she found herself finding her place again at Myka's side. As long as she had Myka, had her love, Helena would always belong somewhere.

Even with those she had loved in the past, Helena had more or less given up on achieving the love she'd spent her life dreaming about. Those that she fell for had never loved her in return, not in the way she had loved them. Not until Myka. And now, she couldn't picture her life with anyone else. She had become a better person because of her, and she wasn't going to let that go. She wanted to spend the rest of her life loving the woman she was holding, and the thought that she had this woman's love in return made her smile. As she heard Myka's moan, Helena briefly wondered if they were done yet. She hadn't been about to push for more knowing this was Myka's first tie with a woman, but that moan... And then feeling her lover's fingers tease her again, Helena moaned, her body instantly coming alive again from that seemingly simple move.

Gazing at her lover as desire formed itself in the pit of her stomach again, Helena heard those words and watched as Myka cleaned her fingers. Another sense of desire and passion pulled at that pit in her stomach. But Helena could not be out-done in this area. She was a sexual creature, and sooner or later, Myka would realize just how much of a passionate lover the Victorian woman was. So why not show her now? A confident smirk curved her lips, her hands moving along Myka's back, then slipping around to grip her hips. Helena shifted herself so she was positioned between both of Myka's legs and she pulled her lover's hips tight against hers.

"And, my love, what would you do upon feeling my tongue pushing you over the edge?" Helena spoke with a lower, sexier tone, which only enhanced her accent. And, of course, to accompany her words, she flicked her tongue at her lover and promptly rocked her hips against Myka's as she leaned down and used her tongue along Myka's neck, trailing down to her chest.