She'd been crueler than usual with her last client, but he had requested it, and really she'd needed the release. Hell, between a week of being locked inside her own head, the subsequent horrendously slow return of her mobility, and then Helena suddenly having a BABY, she had earned it.
The poor man could barely walk when she'd finished with him, his adrenaline was so high, that she'd allowed him a little while to come down before he left. Now that he had, however, she was giving herself a little relaxation time before she showered. She hadn't even bothered to change out of the tiny corset, panties and sheer lace robe she was wearing.
Which was why, when she heard the door bell, she was not best pleased. This was her time, damnit, and if a client had decided to turn up uninvited she would frankly go through them for a shortcut. The idea that it was a friend didn't cross her mind; the only person who dropped by unexpectedly was Helena, and with Emily in the picture there was little chance of that.
Striding to the front door she opened it with both a flourish and a frown, ready to berate whoever had interrupted her. The sight of Helena looking decidedly worse for wear removed the frown however, and she reached out her hand, pulling her into the house wordlessly and into an embrace. The door clicked behind them and she leaned up, brushing the hair from her lovers face and smiling slightly. Having no idea what to say, she didn't bother saying anything at all, instead kissing her softly, waiting to hear something, anything from the broken woman in her arms.