Watching Irene rise, Helena also allowed her gaze to run up and down the other woman. That promise was indeed so very tempting, and Helena simply couldn't wait for it to come to pass. As Irene kissed her cheek, Helena kissed hers back, her eyes closing briefly. Oh she savored that touch. It truly was amazing how many things one took for granted. Helena had so taken her sense of touch for granted, then to be deprived of it for however long it had been was simply torture, especially when she wanted to touch someone.
Her own sensuous smile growing deeper, Helena flipped some hair over her shoulder. "I am all ready looking forward to repeating it soon," she replied, a slight quirk to one of her brows. She then stood up herself, noting the height difference between them momentarily as she invaded The Woman's personal space, though not quite close enough to touch. "As they say, until we meet again." The tone of her voice was lower, more sensual than before.