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

Helena was loving the way Myka was responding to her. She kept her hands caressing her lover's body as her tongue continued moving faster and harder within Myka's body. She could tell her lover wasn't that far from another climax. Despite the fact she was only beginning the learning process of the younger woman's body and its reactions to her ministrations, she could feel the tension rising with her lover's body. When Myka's climax hit, Helena was assaulted by her lover's taste in its fullest. Once the wave finished rolling through Myka, Helena slid her tongue out of her lover and savored the taste. Though as she turned her gaze back up her lover's body, she noticed Myka had turned her head into the pillow. A bit confused, Helena crawled up along Myka, then shifted to lay beside her. She reached out and gently brushed some hair from Myka's face, and that's when she noticed the tears.

Instantly, Helena thought she'd done something wrong or that Myka had realized that this was too soon for her and it was too much for her handle right now. "Love, what's wrong?" She asked, slipping her arms around Myka, pulling her close. All in a moment she'd forgotten her own arousal as now she was far more concerned about Myka. Or perhaps it wasn't anything she'd done and it was just some flash of whatever nightmare she'd had passing through her mind again. The Victorian woman had no idea, but she wanted to comfort her lover any way she possibly could.