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Dating HG Wells
"Helena?" Myka called out as she poked her head through the door to the living room. Nothing. She continued down the hall to the kitchen where Leena was making cookies. She looked up when she heard Myka enter her domain.
"Hi Leena. Have you seen Helena?"
Leena smiled that annoying smile that meant that she knew something that you didn't want her to know. Myka took a deep breath, preparing herself for the worst, just in case.
"I saw her a few minutes ago. I think she went upstairs with Pete."
"What?" Myka blurted out. "I mean, I see. Gotta go. See you later."
Leena smiled and shook her head. Those two would be one rollercoaster ride to watch for sure.
Myka raced upstairs with a beating heart, not quite sure why. She stopped at the top of the stairs and listened. She could hear voices further down the hall. "They better not be in my room," she mumbled darkly under her breath. She followed the voices, which she could now clearly make out as Pete's and Helena's. The door to the room next to hers was open and she leaned against the doorframe.
"Myka!" HG said with a happy smile. "We wondered where you were."
"Yeah, well, Artie decided to chew my ass a bit more," she mumbled.
Helena smiled apologetically and put a comforting hand on Myka's arm. "I'm sorry that my being here is causing strain between the two of you. I know how important he is to you. Still I think you're more important to me," she said and winked.
"Without you I wouldn't be here," she said softly.
"Oh, yeah, right," Myka said quickly and took a deep breath. "So, welcome to the inn I guess. Has Pete showed you around yet?"
HG nodded. "I've seen the living room, dining room, the parlor; I mean the library, kitchen and now the upstairs. He's been a very good host," she said and smiled at the confused Pete. "I haven't seen your room yet though," she teased Myka.
"Well, come on then," Myka said and grabbed her arm. She led HG next door and closed the door in Pete's face.
"Hey!" he yelled through the door. "You could've broken my nose."
"Later Pete, I need to talk to Helena."
Helena was standing in the middle of the room, arms folded. She grinned at Myka. "You could just have asked darling," she said mysteriously.
Myka crossed the room and wrapped HG in a tight embrace. "I thought you were gone," she whispered. "I was so scared."
HG gently caressed her unruly curls. "Hush now, everything is alright. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."
Myka suddenly realized how close they were. She let go of HG and took a step back. "I'm sorry; I'm not normally this emotional."
HG took her hand. "Well this is different, isn't it?"
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" HG asked softly, her thumb caressing the back of Myka's hand.
"Would you like to go out for dinner tonight?" she blurted out before her nervousness would get the best of her.
HG smiled. "I would love that."
"I just feel that I'd like to spend some time with you when we're not in danger, or you have to run from something; just the two of us doing something normal."
"It's okay Myka. You don't have to explain. I want to spend time with you too," she said huskily.
For the first time Myka wondered if this was such a great idea after all. She had never known a woman quite like HG Wells. She was both intrigued by her, and a little scared at the same time. Scared of what, she wasn't totally sure of. "That she will break your heart," that annoying little voice inside of her taunted her. She shook it off. "All right then, let's go."
Myka let go of HG's hand as they left the room. "We're going out for dinner," she shouted down the hall.
Pete came rushing out of his room. "I'm coming too."
"No you're not."
"But?" he said confused and a bit hurt.
"I asked Myka out for dinner as a thank you for all she's done for me," HG piped in, coming to Myka's rescue. "Maybe some other time?"
"Sure, whatever," he muttered.
HG quickly ushered Myka down the stairs with a gentle hand in the small of her back.
HG smiled at Myka over the rim of her glass. "This wine is excellent darling."
"Thank you," she said and blushed under the praise.
HG gently covered her hand on the table. "I'm glad we're doing this," she said softly.
"You know this is the first real dinner I've shared with another person since I was " she couldn't quite make herself say the word. She closed her eyes and looked down.
Myka squeezed her hand. "It's okay. You're not alone anymore."
HG smiled at her. "Thank you."
Myka smiled and took another sip of wine.
After dinner Myka had brought them back to the inn. Instead of going inside, she had led HG into the garden. She startled when HG took her hand and entwined their fingers. "Is this all right?" HG asked softly.
"Yes," Myka whispered.
Out of reach of the light from the inn, HG stopped and pulled Myka closer. She gently cupped Myka's cheek and caressed her lower lip with her thumb. "You are so beautiful."
Myka shivered. "So are you," she whispered.
HG chuckled. "My first compliment in over a hundred years."
Myka laughed out loud. Suddenly the tension was gone, and all that remained was just this warm feeling of being this amazing woman's center of attention. She slowly ran her fingers through HG's hair. "I love your hair," she whispered.
She knew HG was going to kiss her when she pulled her closer. She closed her eyes anticipating the touch. HG did not disappoint. Her soft lips were demanding, and loving at the same time. She could taste the wine and the sweet dessert they had shared as their tongues met. Myka whimpered. She felt her knees buckle. HG must have noticed because her hold on her tightened. Finally HG pulled away and she took a deep breath. "Wow."
Myka leaned closer and kissed her again. She just couldn't get enough of Helena's mouth. Her hands slipped inside HG's leather jacket and caressed her through her thin shirt. She pulled a little and the shirt came lose. Her hands slipped underneath. HG sighed against her lips as she caressed her back. She finally pulled away and rested her forehead against Myka's.
Myka continued to caress Helena's back and sides. When she touched the underside of Helena's breasts she heard her sigh, but then to Myka's surprise, she pulled away.
"Helena?" Myka asked confused.
HG gently silenced her with soft fingers on her lips. "Not here love."
Myka nodded. HG smiled at her and gave her one last searing kiss before taking her hand and walking back to the inn. Myka followed her eagerly.
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