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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

“At least if we did we’d be together.” Myka said in response and watched as Helena’s eyes swept over her body. A shiver went through her body in response as it always did. It was he look that always let her know that Helena was appreciating her body. Not that she didn’t know how much the Victorian woman appreciated her physically as she did know this. But it was just an ever constant reminder. She’d told Helena how Tracy had been the beautiful one. Myka had been the booksmart overachiever that was awkward when it came to relationships. And it still amazed her that someone such as H.G. Wells could love her and want her. It would probably always be a mystery to her.

When Helena stepped closer, Myka’s eyes followed every step that she took. At her question the answer was flowing from her mouth before she had even began to process it. “More along the lines of soft, warm and wet.” Whatever it was that was making her more forward, Myka was only slightly miffed. Helena was generally trying to get her to be more open and in a way it was doing her a favor. If there was one thing Myka Bering always did it was over think things. The lack of a filter was giving her the chance to not think and answer completely truthful. Returning Helena’s gaze, she added, “Can we skip the appetizer and go for the main course?” The food and her gift for Helena could wait until later because at that moment all she could focus on was getting her lover into bed.