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

Normally, Helena would have gone for more teasing, but the Victorian woman also liked to do what was unexpected of her. And right now, she wanted Myka so very badly, wanted to push her over that edge again. She wanted her lover to feel her passion, to take her to heights she'd never been to before. But of course, as much as she just went straight down on Myka, Helena was going to make the most of both her tongue and her hands. And she had all ready worked out that Myka's breasts were a sensitive spot for her.

The way that Myka smiled in regards to her comment made Helena smile. Myka was a beautiful woman, and she was bound and determined to let her know that any chance she could get. Really, the Victorian woman felt honored to have the younger woman's love, and it was something she wouldn't take for granted. She loved Myka and she wanted to make her happy. Of course the fact her lover hadn't been with a woman before did worry her on a mostly subconscious level. There was a lingering thought at the back of her mind that some day, this wouldn't be enough for Myka, that she would need something she couldn't give her, but she was keeping that silent because right now, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that they both loved each other and were exploring what was between them. Regardless of what happened in the future, Helena knew she would love Myka until the day she died, and beyond. Helena had given her life up for this woman, and she would readily do so over and over.

Feeling Myka grip her hair caused a smile to curve the Victorian woman's lips. As such, she moved her tongue harder and faster, moving it in and out of Myka, reveling in making her lover's moans. She could feel the reactions in Myka's body and knew she was working her magic on her. Where Helena always had a sharp tongue, she was also extremely skilled with it in this situation, and she was not one to hold anything back during sex. Her hands continued caressing the younger woman's breasts for some more moments before she slid her hands down along Myka's skin, now taking the time to properly caress it and take in the natural curves of her lover's body. While she was pushing Myka to the edge, Helena lifted her gaze and looked up along Myka's body, watching her reactions and growing very pleased with herself over this.