let every thing slide [closed/complete]
Characters: H#1 & H#2
Date/Time: After this.
Location: Their place.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Helen. \o
Summary: Coming back from the dead is not easy.
The past couple of days had been something else. Not only had he come back from the dead, but he came back from the dead after being in the dumpster, with two other dead bodies. His clothes were a complete mess. A mixture of blood, guts, and trash had accumulated in them. Not only should they be thrown out, but they should be burnt as well. Because yeah..that's just not good stuff.
Moments ago, he had gotten off the phone with his boss and he was fired. If he had been able to call them back he would have been able to keep his job but since he had been dead..yeah. That was a hard excuse to pass. As frustrating as the situation was, he was -alive- again. There was so much he wanted to do. Maybe he could make amends with his family. That was a big maybe but it was worth a shot. There was another person he sort of had to make amends with. Helenus glanced around the apartment, searching for Helen. "Helen?"
Helen was at the computer, typing furiously away to Deiphobus and wanting to strangle the man. She glared at nothing in particular but then she turned at Helenus' voice, a fierce glare in her eyes. "Oh no you're not. You're going into the shower, again before you even think of coming near me, ew."
Those clothing were thrown out already and.. just ew.
Siiigh. This was not the reception he was hoping for after he came back from the dead. Though he couldn't blame her for being upset too, given the circumstances around his death. She wasn't there for the fight, she only knew about everything that happened before hand and leading up to the fight.
"I think I have to take a shower every hour, on the hour to get rid of the smell all together. Then after that, you want me to go stay with my sister..?"
Helenus tilted his head and spotted her last response to him. After his last response to her, he had logged off the computer and decided to speak with her instead. The response was well..pretty intense but this was a pretty intense situation.
"Helen.." How did he want to go about this? Naturally he wanted to be honest with her but he did not want to say or do anything else to upset her. The week had been bad enough as it was for her. "I didn't think that it would lead to that but Deiphobus was more angry than I thought. He started to push me back towards the building and then he started to speak of you and the look on his face." He shook his head. "I couldn't..won't let him hurt you again like that."
"You died." Helen repeated again and shook her head fiercely, "I know you won't but Helenus- you died." She loved him and he had died. "I love you, but looking at you hurts me right now." She turned away. "You hurt me so much."
"I was remembered how it was when Paris left me and everything that happened after that. I have not forgotten it."
"I'm sorry." And he was, very much so. Any time he caused her pain he was sorry but unfortunately in this case it was unavoidable. His brother was not someone who could be reasoned with. He was someone who did what he wanted, whenever he wanted, and had no problem with using violence.
"If there had been another choice I would have tried to avoid it but Deiphobus would have tracked me down one way or another." Better to have died up on the roof top than in the living room in front of Helen and his sister. He took a few steps closer to her and cautiously reached out to place her shoulder. "I don't want to leave Helen, not after everything that happened. I want to be here with you."
"Don't. You smell from the garbage." Not true, but Helen had never needed big reasons for her tantrums and doing what she wanted, she pulled herself away. "Deiphobus will come back again, and he'll try this again and again," He was not a man easily thwarted. "If Paris were here, if Hector or your father... they could control him."
Right now as things stood?
"I don't want you to be hurt, Helenus. And I don't... want to be hurt again."
Helenus raised both of his eyebrows when Paris' name was mentioned and a small twinge of anger passed through him. Really? Paris control Deiphobus? The most cowardly of all of the sons of Priam? No, Deiphobus would destroy Paris but he knew why he was brought up. "I'll find a way to deal with him." He was a resourceful person, he already had a couple of ideas brewing in his head.
"Helen, no one can promise that they won't hurt another, especially not in the conditions that we live in. Whenever Cronus is bored, he can play with us entirely. Turn lovers into enemies and enemies into lovers and many of us have long, painful histories with each other. But we shouldn't distance ourselves from each other because of it. Our time here is fleeting and I want to spend every borrowed minute here with you."
Helen stomped her foot again, "Are you not listening? While I may feel the same way, I do not want you here right now. This is painful enough." She looked away and sulked over to the couch. She even glared at the poor fish. She had taken care of them while he had died.
"I..." She flatered in her words and looked away, sulking some more.
"I am listening." Helenus stepped to the side when she sulked past him and say down on the couch. She was upset right now and trying to get his point across while emotions were running high was not the best idea. Plus she didn't say 'I loved you' she told him that she still loves him. She just needs a little bit of time to deal with all of this.
"While I would rather stay, I understand that this not easy for you. That you need some time to deal with the shock of what happened, that is not asking for too much. I'll take another shower and then.." Be on his way he supposed. He wanted to argue with her, protest, but he also knew he needed to pick his battles. If after a few days she still felt this way, then he could argue with her.
Helen stepped to the side and then followed him, brushing past him to open the door to the bathroom. "Come on now, I need to make sure you take this shower properly, otherwise you might have something left over in your hair."
And ew. Who wanted that? Though she felt the need to trail behind him until he left. Being alone here again would be weird, but...
"I've taken three showers, I thought I had gotten everything out.." He lightly shrugged his shoulders. Even though the grim, blood, and sorts of other unpleasantries were gone, it still felt like some of it was on his body. HE had a feeling it would be a few days before that feeling left him completely.
Once he was inside of the bathroom, he began to strip off his button up shirt and under shirt. Fortunately before his untimely death occurred, he loaded up on some body wash and shampoo. He hated the smell of hospitals and many of the chemicals he worked with, so he loaded up on heavy duty stuff.
Helen followed him back into the shower, a little tinge of guilt because after all, she had not been faithful. Well. He had been dead but... she smiled sadly at him, watching him get ready for the shower. "Take a bath, here, I'll run it for you." She moved past him and began to turn the taps and such.
A warm bath would do him good. Or maybe she needed to keep her mind on something.
"Okay." Helenus sat off to the side and finished taking off his pants while she ran the water. A bath did look very tempting. Generally they were very relaxing and when Helen was with him; fun. Though he had a feeling that she wasn't in much of a playful mood. Then again, this was Helen. She was always full of surprised.
"Thank you." He offered her a small smile as he watched the bathtub begin with water. Occasionally he would steal a glance over at her.
Helen didn't reply to his thanks, she merely poured some salts into the water and waved at him to get in. She then undid her skirt, leaving only her blouse- or rather Helenus' shirt that reached her thighs comfortably. The skirt was staying dry. It was expensive.
And already the shoes had been ruined.
Was she going to bathe him? Helenus briefly looked uncertain but it quickly faded away into a more neutral expression. The last pieces of his clothing were stripped off and he slipped into the bathtub. A small, happy sigh was heard as the hot water spread across his skin. There was the initial small shock and his skin redened but his body quickly began to adjust to it. After the past 24-48 hours, his skin craved warmth. "This is nice." He murmured softly and began to sink further into the bathtub.
"Of course it is. The salts are very good. A photographer recommended them." She moved her hand into the water and checked the temperature. She didn't get into the tub with him, instead she sat on the side and watched Helenus.
Again there was an overwhelming sadness. "Things will be fine, Helenus. I promise." She felt like she had to reassure him.
"The photographer has good taste." Anyone working with Helen had to have good taste. She was after all, the most beautiful woman in the world. There was not a doubt in his mind that she had her pick of who she wanted to work with, worked when she wanted, and wherever she wanted.
His eyes had began to close over but her words caused them to open back up. "I know they will be." Even though she was the one trying to reassure him, a reassuring smile found it's way on his face and he cautiously raised one of his hands to cover her hand with it.
Helen leaned over and kissed him lightly, "And don't worry about your brother, I'll deal with him." There was a tone of finality there and honestly? Helen preferred to deal with Deiphobus. Less chance of anyone ending up dead.
Withdrawing her hand she picked up her shampoo and poured some, "Now get your hair wet, I'm going to wash it."
"Mmm." The kiss might have been fleeting but it made him feel more alive and soothed more of his lingering anxiety than all the baths and everything else he had done since he came back from the dead. Before he pulled away, he pressed his lips against hers to let the kiss finger for a fleeting second. Then he pulled back and briefly let go of her hand.
He sunk into the water and closed his eyes over. He was grateful that they had such a large bathtub, it made it much easier for him to dunk his head under the water and soak his hair. When he reemerged, his hair went from being slightly fluffy and curly, to straight and partially slicked back.
Helen seemed amused and she went to shampoo his hair. He seemed clean enough, but this wouldn't help. She weaved her fingers into his hair, one hand strayed along to brush his cheek with some affection. "You haven't shaved in a bit." She didn't mind, she was just teasing him.
"There. Now rinse." She withdrew her hands, dipping them into the water. Next was his body, his hair was easier to start with though.
"I'm use to shaving at night, now I won't know what to do with myself." A small grin crept across his lips. He was attempting to humor himself over losing his job. Having a job gave him a sense of purpose in this new world, especially one where he was able to save lives. "I wonder if there's any way I can convince them to hire me back." Compared to the rest of the ambulance drivers, he had saved quite a few more lives. Everyone was amazed at the 'knack' he had. While his visions didn't work all that well in the apartment, outside of it, they worked great. "Perhaps I can be one of those psychic network friends."
"Don't shave for a while." She teased, "It's manly." She thought back to Hermione's comment about manlyness. Honestly! Helenus was a man, she had no doubts there. Well, whatever, she was busy with something- and she poured some shower gel then turned her attention to him, lathering his body. Taking care of each spot.
His shoulders, back, arms... then her hand dipped down and Helen gave him one of her cheeky smiles.
Some things would never change. As her hand made it's way down his chest and much further south, it became increasingly difficult for him to focus on what she was saying. "Mm, maybe." He was pretty sure that she had said something about him growing a beard. It was all the rage back in ancient Greece but it had never been his thing. "It would--"Woo, there went the rest of his thought process. He cleared his throat and raised his brows at Helen, looking curious to see what she would do next--if she did anything next--or if she was teasing.
She took great pleasure in making him lose his train of thought and Helen smirked holding her prize and continuing that naughty line of action. However, despite the smirk, Helen look casual as ever, as if her hands were behaving properly and nothing was happening. When it was clear a LOT was happening.
Again and again, her hands roamed over his body, playing, teasing, but her expression and the rest of her remained still.
Oh yes, she was definitely teasing. Her hand was making the water suddenly feel much, much hotter. A heat was forming around his loins and it was spreading through the rest of his body. A deep breath was taken before he tilted his head backwards. For a brief moment his eyes closed over and he just let what he was feeling take over him.
"Helen.." While he didn't want what he was feeling to stop, he wanted to share it with Helen as well. Hopefully she wouldn't mind getting her clothes a little wet. One of his hands moved to the back of her and he gently tugged her forward, so he could raise his head and kiss her.
It was his shirt, so no, she didn't mind. He kissed her and then all thoughts of not touching him went out the window. With a decisive, whispered 'fuck this' she kissed him back hard, hand squeezing and the other moving to his shoulder to balance slightly in order not to fall in.
His eyes closed over again and he used his other hand to run his fingers through her hair. As the kiss deepened, he tugged on a few strands of her hair. The longer her hand worked on him, the heavier his breathing became. "Come into the bath with him." He was already beginning to tug her into the bathtub with him. Though he didn't force her into the bathtub, since she was making some effort to prevent herself from getting wet.
Helen let out a happy purr. Making love to Achilles was different. She adored the man and he was good in bed, but doing this with the person you cared for the most? Different. Special.
"Mm." She let out a sigh- a content sigh- before she slid into the bathtub with his shirt on. She didn't care anymore, instead she pressed her lips against his firmly.
And after this, she was making him go to his sister's and stay there till Friday. Maybe. Or maybe she'd go and stay with her sister. Whichever happened first. Helen needed to think.
Date/Time: After this.
Location: Their place.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Helen. \o
Summary: Coming back from the dead is not easy.
The past couple of days had been something else. Not only had he come back from the dead, but he came back from the dead after being in the dumpster, with two other dead bodies. His clothes were a complete mess. A mixture of blood, guts, and trash had accumulated in them. Not only should they be thrown out, but they should be burnt as well. Because yeah..that's just not good stuff.
Moments ago, he had gotten off the phone with his boss and he was fired. If he had been able to call them back he would have been able to keep his job but since he had been dead..yeah. That was a hard excuse to pass. As frustrating as the situation was, he was -alive- again. There was so much he wanted to do. Maybe he could make amends with his family. That was a big maybe but it was worth a shot. There was another person he sort of had to make amends with. Helenus glanced around the apartment, searching for Helen. "Helen?"
Helen was at the computer, typing furiously away to Deiphobus and wanting to strangle the man. She glared at nothing in particular but then she turned at Helenus' voice, a fierce glare in her eyes. "Oh no you're not. You're going into the shower, again before you even think of coming near me, ew."
Those clothing were thrown out already and.. just ew.
Siiigh. This was not the reception he was hoping for after he came back from the dead. Though he couldn't blame her for being upset too, given the circumstances around his death. She wasn't there for the fight, she only knew about everything that happened before hand and leading up to the fight.
"I think I have to take a shower every hour, on the hour to get rid of the smell all together. Then after that, you want me to go stay with my sister..?"
Helenus tilted his head and spotted her last response to him. After his last response to her, he had logged off the computer and decided to speak with her instead. The response was well..pretty intense but this was a pretty intense situation.
"Helen.." How did he want to go about this? Naturally he wanted to be honest with her but he did not want to say or do anything else to upset her. The week had been bad enough as it was for her. "I didn't think that it would lead to that but Deiphobus was more angry than I thought. He started to push me back towards the building and then he started to speak of you and the look on his face." He shook his head. "I couldn't..won't let him hurt you again like that."
"You died." Helen repeated again and shook her head fiercely, "I know you won't but Helenus- you died." She loved him and he had died. "I love you, but looking at you hurts me right now." She turned away. "You hurt me so much."
"I was remembered how it was when Paris left me and everything that happened after that. I have not forgotten it."
"I'm sorry." And he was, very much so. Any time he caused her pain he was sorry but unfortunately in this case it was unavoidable. His brother was not someone who could be reasoned with. He was someone who did what he wanted, whenever he wanted, and had no problem with using violence.
"If there had been another choice I would have tried to avoid it but Deiphobus would have tracked me down one way or another." Better to have died up on the roof top than in the living room in front of Helen and his sister. He took a few steps closer to her and cautiously reached out to place her shoulder. "I don't want to leave Helen, not after everything that happened. I want to be here with you."
"Don't. You smell from the garbage." Not true, but Helen had never needed big reasons for her tantrums and doing what she wanted, she pulled herself away. "Deiphobus will come back again, and he'll try this again and again," He was not a man easily thwarted. "If Paris were here, if Hector or your father... they could control him."
Right now as things stood?
"I don't want you to be hurt, Helenus. And I don't... want to be hurt again."
Helenus raised both of his eyebrows when Paris' name was mentioned and a small twinge of anger passed through him. Really? Paris control Deiphobus? The most cowardly of all of the sons of Priam? No, Deiphobus would destroy Paris but he knew why he was brought up. "I'll find a way to deal with him." He was a resourceful person, he already had a couple of ideas brewing in his head.
"Helen, no one can promise that they won't hurt another, especially not in the conditions that we live in. Whenever Cronus is bored, he can play with us entirely. Turn lovers into enemies and enemies into lovers and many of us have long, painful histories with each other. But we shouldn't distance ourselves from each other because of it. Our time here is fleeting and I want to spend every borrowed minute here with you."
Helen stomped her foot again, "Are you not listening? While I may feel the same way, I do not want you here right now. This is painful enough." She looked away and sulked over to the couch. She even glared at the poor fish. She had taken care of them while he had died.
"I..." She flatered in her words and looked away, sulking some more.
"I am listening." Helenus stepped to the side when she sulked past him and say down on the couch. She was upset right now and trying to get his point across while emotions were running high was not the best idea. Plus she didn't say 'I loved you' she told him that she still loves him. She just needs a little bit of time to deal with all of this.
"While I would rather stay, I understand that this not easy for you. That you need some time to deal with the shock of what happened, that is not asking for too much. I'll take another shower and then.." Be on his way he supposed. He wanted to argue with her, protest, but he also knew he needed to pick his battles. If after a few days she still felt this way, then he could argue with her.
Helen stepped to the side and then followed him, brushing past him to open the door to the bathroom. "Come on now, I need to make sure you take this shower properly, otherwise you might have something left over in your hair."
And ew. Who wanted that? Though she felt the need to trail behind him until he left. Being alone here again would be weird, but...
"I've taken three showers, I thought I had gotten everything out.." He lightly shrugged his shoulders. Even though the grim, blood, and sorts of other unpleasantries were gone, it still felt like some of it was on his body. HE had a feeling it would be a few days before that feeling left him completely.
Once he was inside of the bathroom, he began to strip off his button up shirt and under shirt. Fortunately before his untimely death occurred, he loaded up on some body wash and shampoo. He hated the smell of hospitals and many of the chemicals he worked with, so he loaded up on heavy duty stuff.
Helen followed him back into the shower, a little tinge of guilt because after all, she had not been faithful. Well. He had been dead but... she smiled sadly at him, watching him get ready for the shower. "Take a bath, here, I'll run it for you." She moved past him and began to turn the taps and such.
A warm bath would do him good. Or maybe she needed to keep her mind on something.
"Okay." Helenus sat off to the side and finished taking off his pants while she ran the water. A bath did look very tempting. Generally they were very relaxing and when Helen was with him; fun. Though he had a feeling that she wasn't in much of a playful mood. Then again, this was Helen. She was always full of surprised.
"Thank you." He offered her a small smile as he watched the bathtub begin with water. Occasionally he would steal a glance over at her.
Helen didn't reply to his thanks, she merely poured some salts into the water and waved at him to get in. She then undid her skirt, leaving only her blouse- or rather Helenus' shirt that reached her thighs comfortably. The skirt was staying dry. It was expensive.
And already the shoes had been ruined.
Was she going to bathe him? Helenus briefly looked uncertain but it quickly faded away into a more neutral expression. The last pieces of his clothing were stripped off and he slipped into the bathtub. A small, happy sigh was heard as the hot water spread across his skin. There was the initial small shock and his skin redened but his body quickly began to adjust to it. After the past 24-48 hours, his skin craved warmth. "This is nice." He murmured softly and began to sink further into the bathtub.
"Of course it is. The salts are very good. A photographer recommended them." She moved her hand into the water and checked the temperature. She didn't get into the tub with him, instead she sat on the side and watched Helenus.
Again there was an overwhelming sadness. "Things will be fine, Helenus. I promise." She felt like she had to reassure him.
"The photographer has good taste." Anyone working with Helen had to have good taste. She was after all, the most beautiful woman in the world. There was not a doubt in his mind that she had her pick of who she wanted to work with, worked when she wanted, and wherever she wanted.
His eyes had began to close over but her words caused them to open back up. "I know they will be." Even though she was the one trying to reassure him, a reassuring smile found it's way on his face and he cautiously raised one of his hands to cover her hand with it.
Helen leaned over and kissed him lightly, "And don't worry about your brother, I'll deal with him." There was a tone of finality there and honestly? Helen preferred to deal with Deiphobus. Less chance of anyone ending up dead.
Withdrawing her hand she picked up her shampoo and poured some, "Now get your hair wet, I'm going to wash it."
"Mmm." The kiss might have been fleeting but it made him feel more alive and soothed more of his lingering anxiety than all the baths and everything else he had done since he came back from the dead. Before he pulled away, he pressed his lips against hers to let the kiss finger for a fleeting second. Then he pulled back and briefly let go of her hand.
He sunk into the water and closed his eyes over. He was grateful that they had such a large bathtub, it made it much easier for him to dunk his head under the water and soak his hair. When he reemerged, his hair went from being slightly fluffy and curly, to straight and partially slicked back.
Helen seemed amused and she went to shampoo his hair. He seemed clean enough, but this wouldn't help. She weaved her fingers into his hair, one hand strayed along to brush his cheek with some affection. "You haven't shaved in a bit." She didn't mind, she was just teasing him.
"There. Now rinse." She withdrew her hands, dipping them into the water. Next was his body, his hair was easier to start with though.
"I'm use to shaving at night, now I won't know what to do with myself." A small grin crept across his lips. He was attempting to humor himself over losing his job. Having a job gave him a sense of purpose in this new world, especially one where he was able to save lives. "I wonder if there's any way I can convince them to hire me back." Compared to the rest of the ambulance drivers, he had saved quite a few more lives. Everyone was amazed at the 'knack' he had. While his visions didn't work all that well in the apartment, outside of it, they worked great. "Perhaps I can be one of those psychic network friends."
"Don't shave for a while." She teased, "It's manly." She thought back to Hermione's comment about manlyness. Honestly! Helenus was a man, she had no doubts there. Well, whatever, she was busy with something- and she poured some shower gel then turned her attention to him, lathering his body. Taking care of each spot.
His shoulders, back, arms... then her hand dipped down and Helen gave him one of her cheeky smiles.
Some things would never change. As her hand made it's way down his chest and much further south, it became increasingly difficult for him to focus on what she was saying. "Mm, maybe." He was pretty sure that she had said something about him growing a beard. It was all the rage back in ancient Greece but it had never been his thing. "It would--"Woo, there went the rest of his thought process. He cleared his throat and raised his brows at Helen, looking curious to see what she would do next--if she did anything next--or if she was teasing.
She took great pleasure in making him lose his train of thought and Helen smirked holding her prize and continuing that naughty line of action. However, despite the smirk, Helen look casual as ever, as if her hands were behaving properly and nothing was happening. When it was clear a LOT was happening.
Again and again, her hands roamed over his body, playing, teasing, but her expression and the rest of her remained still.
Oh yes, she was definitely teasing. Her hand was making the water suddenly feel much, much hotter. A heat was forming around his loins and it was spreading through the rest of his body. A deep breath was taken before he tilted his head backwards. For a brief moment his eyes closed over and he just let what he was feeling take over him.
"Helen.." While he didn't want what he was feeling to stop, he wanted to share it with Helen as well. Hopefully she wouldn't mind getting her clothes a little wet. One of his hands moved to the back of her and he gently tugged her forward, so he could raise his head and kiss her.
It was his shirt, so no, she didn't mind. He kissed her and then all thoughts of not touching him went out the window. With a decisive, whispered 'fuck this' she kissed him back hard, hand squeezing and the other moving to his shoulder to balance slightly in order not to fall in.
His eyes closed over again and he used his other hand to run his fingers through her hair. As the kiss deepened, he tugged on a few strands of her hair. The longer her hand worked on him, the heavier his breathing became. "Come into the bath with him." He was already beginning to tug her into the bathtub with him. Though he didn't force her into the bathtub, since she was making some effort to prevent herself from getting wet.
Helen let out a happy purr. Making love to Achilles was different. She adored the man and he was good in bed, but doing this with the person you cared for the most? Different. Special.
"Mm." She let out a sigh- a content sigh- before she slid into the bathtub with his shirt on. She didn't care anymore, instead she pressed her lips against his firmly.
And after this, she was making him go to his sister's and stay there till Friday. Maybe. Or maybe she'd go and stay with her sister. Whichever happened first. Helen needed to think.