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

It was not a complete accident that Helena enjoyed using Myka's shortened name. It did help express the older woman's innate possessiveness about her lover. Of course, she didn't always intention make it sound possessive when she said it, but it was how it came across at times. Though upon seeing Myka frown, she was about to make some other suggestion when her girlfriend walked up to her and set her hands on the older woman's ass. Which caused Helena to arch a curious yet still flirtatious eyebrow at her lover. Though with the question, any hope of having a sarcastic or snarky response flew out the window. "Well I do need to go get your other gift from where I hid it, and wanted to add a little perfume to the mix." So all right, she revealed she had another Valentine's gift for Myka, but she at least could live with that. She had rather noticed she couldn't quite keep things under the radar as easily the past couple days, but so far she didn't mind the revelations she'd made. She still managed to keep the fact she was planning to ask Myka to marry her a secret, which she was glad for. "I think you more mean you like staring at my ass in these pants." Finally, the snarky response once the truth was out of the way.

Watching Myka set the food on the table, she couldn't help but to admire her in that dress again. She did have a great admiration of Myka's beauty, and she knew the younger woman didn't exactly wear dresses much, if at all, so she did take full advantage of admiring her in them when she could. She returned the quick kiss and smiled warmly. "You look beautiful, love." She made certain to let Myka know that as often as she could. She was beautiful and not a day passed where Helena wasn't grateful and respectful of having Myka's love. It would be something she always treasured and held close to her.

Brushing a hand through her hair, which was getting on the longer side of things as she hadn't cut it since her arrival here, she let her gaze wander over Myka yet again, for she couldn't help herself. Lifting her gaze back to her lover's eyes, there was a glint within them. She was wanting to see how Myka liked the bracelet she'd gotten for her. It wasn't lost on her that Myka tended to not wear jewelry much, but she hadn't been able to resist buying the necklace for her birthday, and now the bracelet as a marker of their love. "Are you hungry?" She'd perhaps purposefully left the question open to interpretation as she tended to do rather frequently.