Helena/OFC
Baby, you’re beautiful.
By Elizabeth Fox.
Helena Cain had fought off every advance the rest of her crew made, even once she recovered from the gunshot that was supposed to kill her. She had flinched away as someone moved to touch her, finding herself shoved roughly into her rack, the door shut and locked before she felt rough hands removing her clothes.
“Stop.”
Once she felt the last of her clothes removed she had tried to move away, finding herself stilled by gentle hands, the other woman’s lips brushing her scarred neck.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”
Helena had looked away.
“Why bother?”
“Because you didn’t need to hide it.” Isabella’s voice was soft in Helena’s ear, even as she stroked her hands over each scar, gently turning the woman to press her back into the rack, the two bodies moulding together as Isabella’s hand found the rough scar on the woman’s hip and thigh, tracing it tenderly. “You’re beautiful.” She had let her lips meet Helena’s now. “So beautiful.”
Helena’s body had arched into Isabella’s as the woman penetrated her, the gasp soon turning to a moan. “Bella.”
“Helen.” She let her lips slide over her neck. “My beautiful one.”
By Elizabeth Fox.
Helena Cain had fought off every advance the rest of her crew made, even once she recovered from the gunshot that was supposed to kill her. She had flinched away as someone moved to touch her, finding herself shoved roughly into her rack, the door shut and locked before she felt rough hands removing her clothes.
“Stop.”
Once she felt the last of her clothes removed she had tried to move away, finding herself stilled by gentle hands, the other woman’s lips brushing her scarred neck.
“Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”
Helena had looked away.
“Why bother?”
“Because you didn’t need to hide it.” Isabella’s voice was soft in Helena’s ear, even as she stroked her hands over each scar, gently turning the woman to press her back into the rack, the two bodies moulding together as Isabella’s hand found the rough scar on the woman’s hip and thigh, tracing it tenderly. “You’re beautiful.” She had let her lips meet Helena’s now. “So beautiful.”
Helena’s body had arched into Isabella’s as the woman penetrated her, the gasp soon turning to a moan. “Bella.”
“Helen.” She let her lips slide over her neck. “My beautiful one.”