What ever happened to Helena G. Wells? Chapter 3
Over the next couple of weeks Helen had spent a lot of time with Helena. They had talked and laughed, argued and even cried together. Helen realized during the first couple of sessions with Helena that this was very different from any other counseling she had done. Helena needed to see her emotional state crack too. The more she opened up to Helena, and the more of her own vulnerability she showed, the more Helena opened up. She had even talked about her daughter. Helen sipped her tea and put it down on the table next to her. She cleared her throat and looked at Helena who was sitting in her usual chair across from her. She looked relaxed today, calm and as stable as Helen had seen her since Helena had been brought to her. It was time to confront her about her Achilles’ heel.
“Tell me about Myka,” she asked softly.
Helena’s face hardened. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“I don’t believe that,” Helen said softly. “I read her report about you, and I read Artie Nielsen’s report from Yellowstone. I know Helena. I know you.”
Helena gripped the chair trying to stay calm, her slender fingers clutching the warm wood. “I betrayed her.”
Helen nodded. “Go on.”
Helena’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you doing this?” she cried out in frustration.
Helen just looked at her, waiting.
Helena sighed and gave in. “Myka,” she said softly. “Myka is the only woman I’ve loved since you,” she finally admitted. She glanced at Helen to see the response. To her annoyance, Helen’s face didn’t change. She just smiled and sipped her tea. “I don’t know how it happened really; it was like I couldn’t resist her. She fought me, she resisted me, but in the end neither of us could stand up to the attraction between us.” She grinned at Helen. Helen was taken aback by the almost predatory look in her eyes.
“Making love to Myka is so pure, Helen, so sweet it makes you hurt. She puts as much intensity into it as she does her work. To hear her cry out my name when my lips touch her soft folds, wet because of my touch brings tears to my eyes,” she purred. “I am defenseless against her touch. My body yields to her without hesitation, without asking for anything in return, but yet another grace of her touch.” Helena said huskily. She got up and walked across the floor. She kneeled a foot away from Helen, grasping the edge of the side table. “Even if I will never touch her again, never taste her lips again, I will carry her sweet essence with me forever. She is what keeps me grounded, what keeps me from going mad.”
Helen was shaken to the core by Helena’s words. Without a word she put her hands on Helena’s cheeks and smiled at her. “Thank you,” she said.
Helena gently covered Helen’s hand, enjoying the feel of her touch. It was the first human touch she had felt since the day she had been captured.
Helen patted the seat next to her. “Come sit with me Helena,” she offered.
Helena gracefully rose and sat down next to her. They looked at each other for a moment. Finally Helen opened her arms and Helena threw herself against her with a strangled sound. Helen wrapped her arms around her as she cried. She cried and yelled and her body shook with anger and sorrow. Helen just held her until she finally calmed down, completely exhausted. Helen caressed her soft hair. A smile lingered on her lips. Helena’s hair had always been one of her favorite things about her old lover.
“I could kill you Helen,” Helena said softly against her chest. Her hand only inches from Helen’s throat.
Helen just shook her head. “I know you won’t darling. You aren’t a psychopath, quite the opposite. You are like a lioness, fiercely protecting the ones you love, even if it means hurting them, or yourself in the process.”
Helena didn’t know quite how to answer, but she knew in her soul that Helen was right. She had never meant to hurt Myka, and she would never hurt Helen. She held her tighter, drawing strength from Helen. A nagging worry somewhere inside wondering when, if ever, she would get to touch her again.
Helen felt how desperately Helena clung to her. She continued to stroke her hair as if this was how they normally spent their late mornings. She finally placed a soft kiss on the crown of Helena’s head. She cupped her chin and raised her head. “Just so you know; it has been just as hard for me not to touch you, as it has been for you to keep your distance.”
Helena couldn’t help but chuckle. “At least you’re honest.”
“Always. I have never lied to you, and I don’t plan on starting now. I might not answer all of your questions, but I will never purposely lie to you. I promise you that,” she said sincerely.
Helena smiled and turned her head and kissed her hand. “Thank you.”
Helen smiled at the caring gesture. They had made some good progress today. “Helena darling,” she said softly. “If you want to touch me, you have my permission to do so.”
Helena nodded.
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