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I want to do a D*C post but it's like I can't even wrap my brain around the amazing weekend I had so it's still all settling in my mind. I will tease you with this: the highlight of my weekend was Tricia Helfer, model extraordinaire and quite literally the most beautiful woman on the planet, told me I was prettyInstead, I am shamelessly stealing
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Helena’s voice floated over the sound of gently lapping waters. “I’ve got it.”
Gina stretched luxuriously, weighing how wise it was to stay put. As delicious as the late afternoon sun felt on her skin, Helena had a tendency to leave Gina’s vegetables on the grill as long as her own steak. “I think a second set of eyes would help,” she countered, sitting up.
The white of her bikini gleamed against her newly-acquired tan as she walked over to the barbecue. Though they could hear the raucous sounds from the more populated side of the lake, the lake house they had chosen was much more peaceful and serene. They had their distance from the large corporate picnics and the squabbles of large families gathering to celebrate while still being able to enjoy the same fireworks as everyone else, unabashedly cuddled up on the grass, or sitting entwined in the hot tub, or holding hands as they floated in the cool water of Lake Pegasus. Helena liked her privacy.
“You don’t trust me,” Helena said as she poured them both a glass of wine.
Gina ministered to her vegetables seriously, taking her glass when offered but immediately putting it down. “I trust you. They’re just easier to burn, and you get distracted-”
“Distracted?” Helena asked, “Distracted by what?”
“Your phone,” Gina deadpanned. “Pyramid scores. Ambient noises. Bugs...”
“You.” Helena finished, snaking an arm around Gina’s waist.
“Me,” Gina agreed, putting her arm over Helena’s. “I’m just taking precautions.”
“And you never get distracted.”
“Not usually.”
Helena clearly took this as a challenge, and she kissed the juncture of Gina’s shoulder and neck as her fingers worried at the edge of Gina’s bathing suit. “No, not you,” she purred, and the combination of her voice and her motions sent shivers down Gina’s spine.
“Now you’re just cheating,” Gina said sensibly, but couldn’t deny that it was harder to keep an eye on the grill with such a tantalizing distraction.
“Not cheating,” Helena clarified as she kissed up Gina’s throat, “Proving a point.”
“Mm.” Gina tilted her head to the side so that Helena could continue, “Which is?”
“You’re just as distractable. Scorch marks.”
“What?”
“Scorch marks.”
Gina looked down to see that her vegetables were in need of rotation, and sported burns. “Dammit, Helena.” She stepped out of Helena’s arms to turn the vegetables. “Totally cheated. Definitely cheated.”
Helena took a sip of her wine and looked completely unapologetic.
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