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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka should have known that she couldn't get away with teasing Helena. The Victorian woman had years of experience and countless decades in the bronzer where she could have thought of different ways to drive her lovers insane. Sure, Helena had admitted to succumbing to the hatred that had sent her into the bronzer in the first place. But who was to say that she hadn't thought of other things. 115 years was a long time to go without sex and a long time to think of ways to pleasure future lovers. Whereas, her sexual experiences were limited and quite simplistic. Only with Sam had she found an adventurous side to herself. Allowing to truly embrace the pleasure he brought and the pleasure she gave in return. Helena was reawakening that playful side that had remained dormant since Sam's death.

Her reawakened playfulness is what led her to tease Helena as they were both coming down from their orgasms. It didn't dawn on her that she was playing with fire. Teasing an experienced woman, the first time you've ever made love to a woman, when said woman herself hadn't had sex in over 115 years was bound to have consequences. Consequences that she became readily aware of once Helena moaned and then a smirk appeared on the older woman's face.

Before she knew it, Helena, had grabbed her hips and positioned herself in between her legs. At first Myka was unsure what her lovers intentions were until she found her hips pulled tight against Helena's. When the tone of Helena's voice hit Myka's ears a wave of arousal went straight to the pit of her stomach. She was a sucker for the Victorian woman's accent at any moment. But those few moments where Helena dropped her voice to a low octave laced with sexy overtones, she was lost. You could ask her to do anything and she surely would do it. Though she had just come down from an orgasm her body was instantly responding to what Helena was doing. Myka had no response for Helena's question as it had knocked the air from her lungs and made her mouth dry. Just the thought of her lovers tongue bringing her over the edge made her body hum. When Helena rocked her hips against hers and began trailing her tongue along her neck and chest a whimper escaped. Her body had been wound so tight far more quickly than she knew was possible. In a rare moment where she was able to catch her breath, Myka breathlessly moaned, "please."