holidays and holy days chapter 4
Helena's Revenge
the latin is translated at the end(thank you TONS fitful_fire). and a quick beta once over was given by magicmumu, so thanks to you as well.
Myka sat on the sofa in the den. She sipped her hot cocoa and watched the fire burning brightly. The wood crackled and popped, sparking as it blazed. She glanced over at Helena on the other end of the sofa, reading. She read whenever she got the chance since coming to the warehouse. She had a hundred years of history and fiction to catch up on. And an entire genre birthed from her very own works to explore. Helena G. Wells, 'the father of science fiction.' Myka giggled. The clock struck midnight and began to chime. Claudia had 'fixed' the cuckoo clock so that it now chirped to whatever tune she felt like hearing. It was a sweet reminder of her when she wasn't around. But Myka's thoughts were elsewhere; it was now officially Christmas.
Myka stretched her socked foot across the couch and poked Helena in the thigh. HG smiled and put her hand on Myka's ankle without looking up from her book. Myka ran her toes up and down Helena's thigh as she finished the paragraph she was on. HG noted the page and closed the book. She set it aside and turned her attention to Myka with a smile. "Yes, dear?"
Myka grinned at her from behind her mug. "Merry Christmas."
Helena chuckled. That glowing smile of Myka's never ceased to set her heart on fire. "Merry Christmas, darling." HG tugged on Myka's calf. Myka put her mug down on the table and leaned against Helena. HG wrapped her arm around Myka and kissed the top of her head. Myka tucked her hand between Helena's thighs. She closed her eyes and smiled as she settled against Helena's warm body.
Helena held Myka and listened to the cuckoo clock play. Claudia had rigged it to play a medley of carols to greet the day. When the music finally stopped, Helena asked Myka. "Have you had a good holiday so far?"
Myka turned and looked up at Helena. "Best ever." She answered quietly before kissing HG.
"Really, Myka?"
Myka smiled up into her dark eyes; they were pitch black in the low light, but they shimmered in the firelight and shone brightly with affection. "Yes."
HG smiled broadly and asked teasingly, "Is that because of me?"
Myka shifted, draping her arms around Helena's neck. She pulled herself into HG's lap, Helena clasped her fingers over Myka's hip. She looked up at Myka, backlit by the fire, but her eyes still caught the light and they sparkled. "Yes, Helena, because of you." She kissed HG.
"That's an awful lot to put on my shoulders, dear."
Myka grinned at HG's coy smile. "I believe you can handle the burden just fine."
Helena beamed. "I will certainly try, my dear Myka." HG touched her lips to Myka's.
"Would you like to open your presents?" Myka had a look of childlike excitement on her face and HG was helpless to deny her: it was Christmas day after all. She smiled at Myka and rubbed the tips of their noses together. "Sure."
"Okay." Myka jumped up and ran to the tree in the corner of the room. There were many presents beneath it, waiting for the others to return. She picked up two near the front and returned to the couch, sitting next to Helena. She sucked on her lips as she handed the smaller one to her. "Open this one first."
Helena pulled back the silvery, snowflake bedecked wrapping paper to reveal a black lacquered wooden box. Myka took the paper from her. The box had silver lettering on it; Helena read it aloud. "'Montblanc.'" Myka bit her lip at the way Helena had said it, the word rolling off her tongue like beautiful crystal. "'The art of writing.'" She carefully opened the box to reveal a beautiful pen sitting in black velvet. Helena set the box on her lap and picked up the pen, examining it. It was a fountain pen of the very finest craftsmanship. The barrel was ebony inlaid with mother of pearl accents. Along the clip was etched 'Helena G. Wells.' On the butt of the pen was a small gold star over a ruby cabochon. HG pulled the cap of and examined the nib. Elegant filigree of silver and gold covered it. She replaced the cap and returned the pen to it's box. "Thank you, Myka, it's beautiful."
"You're welcome," she answered in the high-pitched voice she used when she felt just slightly uncomfortable and out of place, the voice that Helena found so utterly endearing-though Myka didn't know it. "I had it specially made. It's one of a kind." Myka pointed to the star on the end. "It matches your ring."
Helena tilted her head to see the star on the pen. "So it does." She looked at Myka, "This must have been very expensive. I've read about these. They are not cheap. And one specially ordered..."
Myka quirked a sideways smile at her. "Maybe it was. But you're not supposed to know how much a present cost." Her smile changed and she looked at Helena warmly and touched her cheek. "Besides, you're worth every penny." Myka kissed her gently. "Here. Open the other one." She handed Helena the other present.
HG unwrapped it without fanfare and Myka pulled the discarded paper away again. Helena looked at the leather-bound journal. The leather was soft as butter and a rich mocha color. Embossed on the front was a scene of three classically clad women dancing amongst the trees: the three Graces. "Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia." Helena ran her fingers over the image.
"The Radiant, the Joyful, and the Flowering." Myka said softly without thinking.
Helena smiled at her. "A fan of Greek history are you?"
Myka looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. "Yes. Always have been. It's the foundation of the western world, how could you not find that fascinating?"
Helena grinned. "I'm glad to hear that, darling. Myka, these gifts are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for them." Helena reached out and pulled Myka in for a hug. "Thank you, Myka, so much. For everything."
Myka held her close. "You're welcome, Helena."
"Now," Helena proclaimed, releasing Myka. "It is time for your presents." Myka grinned from ear to ear and her face lit up. Helena laughed and put her hand on Myka's cheek. "You are so adorable, my dear Myka." Myka blushed a little, which only made Helena smile wider. HG kissed Myka before rising to retrieve her gift. Helena picked up a small gift from near the back of the tree. She sat down next to Myka and handed her the package. "Merry Christmas, Myka. It's not much, but I think you will love it."
Myka smiled at her. "It's from you, Helena. Of course I'll love it." HG smiled back at her and watched quietly as she tore the plain red paper wrapping. It was a book, an old book. It's cover was somewhat worn and bore many signs of age and use. Myka flipped to the title page, as there were no descriptors or identifications on the outside. It was a book of poems by Sappho. In Latin.
"I know it's not in the original Greek, but, well," Helena smiled. "You don't speak Greek. I know you can speak Latin. I thought you might enjoy it."
"Helena..." Myka looked up at her. "It's amazing." She kissed Helena and held the back of her head. "Thank you. It's beautiful. I've only read a little bit of her poetry. This is wonderful."
Helena eyed Myka. "Would you like to hear my favorite poem of Sappho's?"
Myka's eyes flashed. "Absolutely."
Helena leaned close, her lips barely brushing against Myka's ear and spoke low and soft in a thick whisper. "Est instans simul et sermo in me remansit. Lingua frangit, ignis sub currit et cutis pallor trepidant morior tam amorem vel sic videtur mihi ." Myka swallowed hard. Helena nuzzled Myka's neck. "It has new meaning now." HG kissed under Myka's jaw.
"Do you..." Myka sighed. "Do you mean that I make you feel like that?"
Helena sat up and with a gentle hand on her cheek pulled Myka to look her in the eyes. "Every single day, Myka."
"Helena. I...I don't know...what to say." Myka stammered.
"You don't have to say anything, Myka." Helena kissed her again. Her kiss was different this time, deeper, desirous, and much longer. HG's hand fell from Myka's cheek onto her shoulder. Myka teased her tongue against Helena's lips and the grip on her shoulder tightened.
Helena pulled away, surprising Myka. "Your other present is upstairs. I didn't want you to open it in front of the others." Myka smiled, only guessing at what it might be, but understanding it was more intimate. "Would you like to open it now?" The rough tone in Helena's voice suggested she wanted Myka to open it.
Myka set the book on the table and took Helena's hand. She smiled knowingly. "Show me."
Helena put her presents next to Myka's and led her upstairs. HG pulled Myka into her room. She pulled a gift from her dresser drawer and started to hand it to Myka. She pulled the present back, "I think your room would be better." Helena crossed the hall with Myka in tow.
In Myka's bedroom Helena handed her the gift. "I hope you like it. I wasn't sure exactly how you would take to it. But..." Her eyes brightened and a smile tugged at her lips. "It made me think of you."
Myka sat on the edge of the bed and Helena joined her. As she pulled the paper away, Myka noticed it smelled like strawberries. She made her way through the wrapping and opened the plain box. At first Myka didn't know what it was, but when she realized, she blushed. Helena watched her face carefully, reading every hint. Myka scanned the box and finally laughed. "A strawberry flavored Twizzler shaped vibrator." Myka looked at Helena. "Which part made you about me?"
"The way you would taste after using it." HG stared at Myka the way a cat does prey.
Myka looked at those eyes, steely and unnerving in their ardorous determination. Anyone else would have cowed before that gaze, but not Myka. She had come quickly to understand the intensity of Helena, and that it was not to be feared, but embraced. Seeing the fire in those dark brown eyes made her body cry out for her touch.
"Use it." Helena's voice was gentle, yet commanding.
"What?"
"Use it. Now."
"On...myself?"
"Yes." She was resolute.
Myka was unsure, she'd never done that in front of anyone before. "Are you sure?" Helena nodded slowly. Knowing Helena wanted her to helped, but she was still anxious.
Helena could clearly see the idea was something strange to Myka, but she knew with a little coaxing Myka would acquiesce and enjoy herself. HG leaned in close. "Would it be easier if I helped you prepare?" Helena kissed Myka's neck, slipped her hand under Myka's shirt and gently cupped her breast, running her thumb over Myka's nipple. She smiled as it hardened at her touch, so responsive Myka was.
"It might." Myka chuckled.
Helena felt her throat vibrate; it excited her and she bit softly at the warm skin. Myka gasped and groaned. She put her hand on HG's side to steady herself. Helena pinched Myka's nipple; Myka jumped. HG released her neck to remove her shirt. She pulled the soft cotton over Myka's head with one hand as she undid her bra with the other. Helena pushed Myka down onto the bed. HG kissed down her chest and stomach as she undid her jeans. Helena pulled Myka's pants off, teasing her thighs with her tongue.
Myka lie on the bed splendid in her natural beauty. Helena crawled up Myka's body and kissed her passionately. While her tongue danced with Myka's, she reached out for the vibrator. She sat up and put the device in Myka's hand. Helena gracefully got up and stalked to the foot of the bed. She pulled the bench away enough to sit and watch Myka. "Use it now."
Myka hesitated only a moment, too turned on to care, willing to give Helena what she wanted. She looked at HG as she brushed the soft silicone against herself. Watching her pupils dilate and her neck begin to flutter with a quickened heartbeat, Myka was spurned on. She rubbed the vibrator across her clit, her body jumping at the sensation. Myka got more comfortable as she touched herself. She moaned softly, her hips rocking slowly as she rubbed the spiraling ridges. Helena kept Myka's gaze until the woman closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure. Myka was so incredibly beautiful in the throes of passion. Helena found it increasingly difficult to retain her composure and was thankful Myka would not be able to see her as she bit her lip. HG lowered her attentions, focusing on Myka's glistening thighs and the treasure between them. The mounting volume of Myka's cries of pleasure told Helena she was building toward her intended goal more quickly than HG wanted. "Does that feel good, Myka?" She asked calmly, betraying none of the intense fire within.
"Mmm...yes, Helena." Myka moved her hips slower, feeling the vibrations more strongly.
"Enter yourself."
Myka breathed out a shaking "Yes..." as she pushed the vibrator into herself. She shifted her movement, thrusting into herself repeatedly with growing fervor. Helena reached up and turned the power to high. "Ah...aaahhh, mmm God." Her calf muscles flexed as she pushed against the mattress. Helena reached out and ran her hand over the tense muscle. "Helena..." Myka sobbed as her efforts increased.
"Don't stop, Myka. Keep going. I want you to make yourself come for me." Her voice was low and cool, but laden with desire. It cut through the muffled hum of the vibrator between Myka's thighs like a siren in the night. The mere sound of Helena's voice made her thighs quiver. HG watched Myka thrash as she fought off her orgasm as long as possible. Helena smiled. Myka could finally hold off no longer, she came screaming Helena's name with a wailing moan.
Helena caressed Myka's leg, understanding the need for closeness in the afterglow. She reached with her other hand and turned off the vibrator. Removing it from Myka made her shudder. "It's okay, Myka. You did well." She smiled at Myka. Myka looked at her lover; her smile was warm, but in her eyes was a ravenous fire and a burning craving-it made Myka shiver with its ferocity. "You did," Helena ran her fingertips over Myka's knee and along her wet thigh, "well, Myka." HG climbed easily onto the bed, retracing her fingers' path with her lips. She reached Myka's thigh and licked up some of the wetness, a salty mixture of sweat and sex.
Helena wrapped her arms around Myka's thighs to keep her still. "My God, Myka. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Myka struggled to keep her higher faculties. "I have an inkling."
"Do you now?" Helena purred. Myka's head was back, indulging in the touch of HG's skin against her own. Helena smiled and plunged her tongue deep into Myka. She screamed and jerked, but HG held her in place with her deceptively strong grip. Helena explored Myka with her tongue. To her delight, Myka did taste faintly of strawberries. "My sweet Myka, you are delicious." Myka choked out a ragged breath.
Helena had learned over their brief time together the intimate intricacies of Myka's pleasure-how to bring her to howling heights or to push her to the precipice only to reel her back down. The latter was exactly what she intended right now. HG licked Myka softly with a feather touch, Myka whimpered sweetly in response. It was such a simple sound, and yet it caused HG to pause as a sudden wave of desire threatened to overwhelm her. There would be time for that when she was done. At the moment her focus was entirely on pleasuring Myka to the very brink of sanity.
Helena moved her tongue in a lazy circle, gaining speed as Myka's breathing quickened. Myka reached her hands into Helena's hair, rubbing the back of her head gently. Helena built Myka up until she felt Myka pull her leg up, rubbing the back of her thigh against HG's body, a give away to her closing in on climax. Helena stopped and lifted her head. She smiled as Myka pushed gently on the back of her head, trying to keep her in place. Helena resisted and kissed up Myka's stomach, nibbling at the tight muscles. She worked her way up to Myka's breasts, twirling one nipple between her fingers as she sucked at the other. Myka grabbed at HG's hair, tugging harder and lighter, her grip matching Helena's attention to her breasts. Helena nibbled as Myka came back from the edge.
She grazed her fingernails up Myka's thigh, receiving only the usual response of a moan and a tightened grip on her shoulder she knew Myka had calmed sufficiently. HG touched her finger gently to Myka's wetness. Myka rose to meet her, eager and begging for her touch. Helena smiled around the nipple between her teeth and started a rhythm on Myka's clit. Myka sighed and her eyes fluttered shut. A grin crept over her face. Helena raised her head just in time to see it and chuckled deep in her throat. She released Myka's nipple and traversed up the curve of her collarbone. Nuzzling at Myka's neck, she kissed her pulse point. It thundered against her lips. HG nipped the skin beneath Myka's ear as she sped her fingers. Myka pulled Helena to her lips for a fierce kiss. She tasted herself on HG's lips, salty and sweet. Their tongues slid around one another in a dance they knew well. The quaver crept into Myka's thighs again and Helena slowed her hand. She broke the kiss to let Myka breathe. HG pulled her hand away, Myka grabbed her wrist and tried to fight her. "Trust me, Myka." She whispered into her ear. Myka trembled and released her grip on Helena's arm. HG rested her hand on Myka's hip as she nibbled at Myka's earlobe.
Slowly, slowly she kissed down Myka's body until she was finally on her knees between Myka's legs again. Helena dipped her tongue to taste Myka. "Please don't stop this time." Myka mumbled.
Oh, I won't Myka. I promise. Helena began to circle Myka's clit again, warming her up. Myka moaned and pushed Helena's head gently against her. HG drew figure eights with her tongue. Myka pulled her leg up around Helena's body. HG ran her hands up over Myka's stomach and pulled Myka's clit between her teeth. Myka's breath caught sharply and her heel dug into HG's thigh. Helena flicked the tip of her tongue over Myka's sensitive flesh. Her body began to shake all over. Myka gripped the sheet and pulled on Helena's hair. Her hips pushed up against that glorious mouth and she collapsed screaming, "Uhhhhhaaaaaaahhhh...Helena." Myka's throat tightened and she fought back tears. HG intended to lap up the aftershocks, but Myka pulled her forcefully by the base of her neck up to embrace her. Her breath was ragged and her chest raged, violently quivering from the racing heart that beat within. She clasped at Helena desperately, holding tightly to her neck and shoulders, pulling her tight against her. Helena smoothed Myka's hair, brushing away the curls that clung to her cheek and neck. HG kissed her forehead and held her. Myka huffed against Helena's chest as she tried to catch her breath.
"Shhh. I've got you, Myka." Myka relaxed into Helena's body and calmed, safe in her harbor.
Myka kissed Helena's neck. At first gently, and then with more strength. She became achingly aware of how much clothing HG was wearing and began to unbutton her shirt.
Unsure of her dear lover's state of sobriety, HG questioned her. "Myka?"
"I want to touch your skin, I want to feel your body. Take off your clothes."
Helena laughed quietly and sat up enough for Myka to pull off her shirt. She undid her bra and wasted no time in taking Helena's nipple into her mouth. HG laid back on the bed and let Myka conquer her. Myka's tongue worked on Helena's nipple as her fingers undid the button on her jeans and slid down the zipper. Helena arched her body and Myka pulled her pants down. Myka ran her finger over the purple silk of Helena's panties. "You've taken to lingerie quite well, Helena." She looked up at HG with a sideways smile and spark in her eyes. "But they always look better when they're on the floor." Myka slipped her hand under Helena and inside her panties, sliding them down over the wonderful curve of her ass and down her legs until they lied properly on the floor. She stretched out over Helena, their naked bodies pressing together, finding every nook and curve to hug each other, no possible inch of contact wasted. HG wrapped her arms around Myka's waist as she welcomed her into a slow, deep kiss.
Myka rolled over, pulling Helena on top of her. Their lips never parted. Myka finally pulled away. She quirked a smile up at Helena. Myka grabbed HG's hips and pulled slowly and steadily until she had adjusted her body. Helena kneeled over Myka. She made a show of placing her hands over the edge of the headboard. Myka's eyes flared, "Come here."
Helena lowered herself onto Myka's lips. She closed her eyes and her mouth fell open as Myka's tongue grazed over her clit. She gripped at the headboard and moaned, grinding herself down against Myka's eager tongue. "My God, Myka. You always feel so good." Myka chuckled lightly against Helena's warm, wet flesh. The slight vibration made her sigh. Myka smiled and put her hands on HG's hips, lifting her up and down slightly. Helena whimpered and her thighs tightened against Myka's shoulders. Myka guided her back and forth as she licked voraciously. She sucked Helena's clit between her lips and rocked her hips more gently. The wood bit into HG's hands as she gripped it tighter, but she didn't notice. Myka released her prize and returned her tongue to glide over it with careful precision. Helena's hips moved without Myka's guidance and she rocked against Myka, moaning heavily with each pass.
Her hips stopped and Myka held Helena tightly as she moved her tongue in the way that HG loved so much. Her breathing became quick gasps until she finally threw her head back and yelled a deep cry and thrashed against Myka. Her thighs failed and she fell against Myka's arms holding her up. Myka kissed her stomach and pulled her down to lie on top of her. Helena laid her head against Myka's shoulder and held her close with an arm around her stomach. "I love you, Myka. Do you know that?"
Myka kissed the top of HG's head. "Yes, Helena, I know." Myka smiled; Helena had an odd way about her sometimes. So intensely confident all the time, and yet, these little moments of unsurety and doubt would crop up at the strangest times. As if she were afraid that this intimacy, this passion was somehow not a reality. "I love you, Helena. More than anything in the world. You are the best thing to happen to me."
"Promise?" Her voice shook.
Myka touched Helena's chin and lifted her face up til their eyes met. She stared deep into those dark eyes tinged with fear. "I promise." She watched as the worry fell away completely and leaned in for a sweet kiss. Myka pulled the covers out from under them and tucked them close around them. She turned out the bedside lamp and whispered. "Merry Christmas, my dear Helena."
The reply was barely audible as HG settled against Myka, sinking slowly into sleep. "Merry Christmas, my dear, sweet, sweet darling Myka. I love you."
Myka kissed the top of Helena's head again and caressed her cheek in the subtle moonlight. "Sleep, Helena."
*The latin translates: "There is a moment when I look at you and no speech is left in me. My tongue breaks, then fire races under my skin and I tremble and grow pale for I am dying of such love, or so it seems to me."
the latin is translated at the end(thank you TONS fitful_fire). and a quick beta once over was given by magicmumu, so thanks to you as well.
Myka sat on the sofa in the den. She sipped her hot cocoa and watched the fire burning brightly. The wood crackled and popped, sparking as it blazed. She glanced over at Helena on the other end of the sofa, reading. She read whenever she got the chance since coming to the warehouse. She had a hundred years of history and fiction to catch up on. And an entire genre birthed from her very own works to explore. Helena G. Wells, 'the father of science fiction.' Myka giggled. The clock struck midnight and began to chime. Claudia had 'fixed' the cuckoo clock so that it now chirped to whatever tune she felt like hearing. It was a sweet reminder of her when she wasn't around. But Myka's thoughts were elsewhere; it was now officially Christmas.
Myka stretched her socked foot across the couch and poked Helena in the thigh. HG smiled and put her hand on Myka's ankle without looking up from her book. Myka ran her toes up and down Helena's thigh as she finished the paragraph she was on. HG noted the page and closed the book. She set it aside and turned her attention to Myka with a smile. "Yes, dear?"
Myka grinned at her from behind her mug. "Merry Christmas."
Helena chuckled. That glowing smile of Myka's never ceased to set her heart on fire. "Merry Christmas, darling." HG tugged on Myka's calf. Myka put her mug down on the table and leaned against Helena. HG wrapped her arm around Myka and kissed the top of her head. Myka tucked her hand between Helena's thighs. She closed her eyes and smiled as she settled against Helena's warm body.
Helena held Myka and listened to the cuckoo clock play. Claudia had rigged it to play a medley of carols to greet the day. When the music finally stopped, Helena asked Myka. "Have you had a good holiday so far?"
Myka turned and looked up at Helena. "Best ever." She answered quietly before kissing HG.
"Really, Myka?"
Myka smiled up into her dark eyes; they were pitch black in the low light, but they shimmered in the firelight and shone brightly with affection. "Yes."
HG smiled broadly and asked teasingly, "Is that because of me?"
Myka shifted, draping her arms around Helena's neck. She pulled herself into HG's lap, Helena clasped her fingers over Myka's hip. She looked up at Myka, backlit by the fire, but her eyes still caught the light and they sparkled. "Yes, Helena, because of you." She kissed HG.
"That's an awful lot to put on my shoulders, dear."
Myka grinned at HG's coy smile. "I believe you can handle the burden just fine."
Helena beamed. "I will certainly try, my dear Myka." HG touched her lips to Myka's.
"Would you like to open your presents?" Myka had a look of childlike excitement on her face and HG was helpless to deny her: it was Christmas day after all. She smiled at Myka and rubbed the tips of their noses together. "Sure."
"Okay." Myka jumped up and ran to the tree in the corner of the room. There were many presents beneath it, waiting for the others to return. She picked up two near the front and returned to the couch, sitting next to Helena. She sucked on her lips as she handed the smaller one to her. "Open this one first."
Helena pulled back the silvery, snowflake bedecked wrapping paper to reveal a black lacquered wooden box. Myka took the paper from her. The box had silver lettering on it; Helena read it aloud. "'Montblanc.'" Myka bit her lip at the way Helena had said it, the word rolling off her tongue like beautiful crystal. "'The art of writing.'" She carefully opened the box to reveal a beautiful pen sitting in black velvet. Helena set the box on her lap and picked up the pen, examining it. It was a fountain pen of the very finest craftsmanship. The barrel was ebony inlaid with mother of pearl accents. Along the clip was etched 'Helena G. Wells.' On the butt of the pen was a small gold star over a ruby cabochon. HG pulled the cap of and examined the nib. Elegant filigree of silver and gold covered it. She replaced the cap and returned the pen to it's box. "Thank you, Myka, it's beautiful."
"You're welcome," she answered in the high-pitched voice she used when she felt just slightly uncomfortable and out of place, the voice that Helena found so utterly endearing-though Myka didn't know it. "I had it specially made. It's one of a kind." Myka pointed to the star on the end. "It matches your ring."
Helena tilted her head to see the star on the pen. "So it does." She looked at Myka, "This must have been very expensive. I've read about these. They are not cheap. And one specially ordered..."
Myka quirked a sideways smile at her. "Maybe it was. But you're not supposed to know how much a present cost." Her smile changed and she looked at Helena warmly and touched her cheek. "Besides, you're worth every penny." Myka kissed her gently. "Here. Open the other one." She handed Helena the other present.
HG unwrapped it without fanfare and Myka pulled the discarded paper away again. Helena looked at the leather-bound journal. The leather was soft as butter and a rich mocha color. Embossed on the front was a scene of three classically clad women dancing amongst the trees: the three Graces. "Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia." Helena ran her fingers over the image.
"The Radiant, the Joyful, and the Flowering." Myka said softly without thinking.
Helena smiled at her. "A fan of Greek history are you?"
Myka looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. "Yes. Always have been. It's the foundation of the western world, how could you not find that fascinating?"
Helena grinned. "I'm glad to hear that, darling. Myka, these gifts are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for them." Helena reached out and pulled Myka in for a hug. "Thank you, Myka, so much. For everything."
Myka held her close. "You're welcome, Helena."
"Now," Helena proclaimed, releasing Myka. "It is time for your presents." Myka grinned from ear to ear and her face lit up. Helena laughed and put her hand on Myka's cheek. "You are so adorable, my dear Myka." Myka blushed a little, which only made Helena smile wider. HG kissed Myka before rising to retrieve her gift. Helena picked up a small gift from near the back of the tree. She sat down next to Myka and handed her the package. "Merry Christmas, Myka. It's not much, but I think you will love it."
Myka smiled at her. "It's from you, Helena. Of course I'll love it." HG smiled back at her and watched quietly as she tore the plain red paper wrapping. It was a book, an old book. It's cover was somewhat worn and bore many signs of age and use. Myka flipped to the title page, as there were no descriptors or identifications on the outside. It was a book of poems by Sappho. In Latin.
"I know it's not in the original Greek, but, well," Helena smiled. "You don't speak Greek. I know you can speak Latin. I thought you might enjoy it."
"Helena..." Myka looked up at her. "It's amazing." She kissed Helena and held the back of her head. "Thank you. It's beautiful. I've only read a little bit of her poetry. This is wonderful."
Helena eyed Myka. "Would you like to hear my favorite poem of Sappho's?"
Myka's eyes flashed. "Absolutely."
Helena leaned close, her lips barely brushing against Myka's ear and spoke low and soft in a thick whisper. "Est instans simul et sermo in me remansit. Lingua frangit, ignis sub currit et cutis pallor trepidant morior tam amorem vel sic videtur mihi ." Myka swallowed hard. Helena nuzzled Myka's neck. "It has new meaning now." HG kissed under Myka's jaw.
"Do you..." Myka sighed. "Do you mean that I make you feel like that?"
Helena sat up and with a gentle hand on her cheek pulled Myka to look her in the eyes. "Every single day, Myka."
"Helena. I...I don't know...what to say." Myka stammered.
"You don't have to say anything, Myka." Helena kissed her again. Her kiss was different this time, deeper, desirous, and much longer. HG's hand fell from Myka's cheek onto her shoulder. Myka teased her tongue against Helena's lips and the grip on her shoulder tightened.
Helena pulled away, surprising Myka. "Your other present is upstairs. I didn't want you to open it in front of the others." Myka smiled, only guessing at what it might be, but understanding it was more intimate. "Would you like to open it now?" The rough tone in Helena's voice suggested she wanted Myka to open it.
Myka set the book on the table and took Helena's hand. She smiled knowingly. "Show me."
Helena put her presents next to Myka's and led her upstairs. HG pulled Myka into her room. She pulled a gift from her dresser drawer and started to hand it to Myka. She pulled the present back, "I think your room would be better." Helena crossed the hall with Myka in tow.
In Myka's bedroom Helena handed her the gift. "I hope you like it. I wasn't sure exactly how you would take to it. But..." Her eyes brightened and a smile tugged at her lips. "It made me think of you."
Myka sat on the edge of the bed and Helena joined her. As she pulled the paper away, Myka noticed it smelled like strawberries. She made her way through the wrapping and opened the plain box. At first Myka didn't know what it was, but when she realized, she blushed. Helena watched her face carefully, reading every hint. Myka scanned the box and finally laughed. "A strawberry flavored Twizzler shaped vibrator." Myka looked at Helena. "Which part made you about me?"
"The way you would taste after using it." HG stared at Myka the way a cat does prey.
Myka looked at those eyes, steely and unnerving in their ardorous determination. Anyone else would have cowed before that gaze, but not Myka. She had come quickly to understand the intensity of Helena, and that it was not to be feared, but embraced. Seeing the fire in those dark brown eyes made her body cry out for her touch.
"Use it." Helena's voice was gentle, yet commanding.
"What?"
"Use it. Now."
"On...myself?"
"Yes." She was resolute.
Myka was unsure, she'd never done that in front of anyone before. "Are you sure?" Helena nodded slowly. Knowing Helena wanted her to helped, but she was still anxious.
Helena could clearly see the idea was something strange to Myka, but she knew with a little coaxing Myka would acquiesce and enjoy herself. HG leaned in close. "Would it be easier if I helped you prepare?" Helena kissed Myka's neck, slipped her hand under Myka's shirt and gently cupped her breast, running her thumb over Myka's nipple. She smiled as it hardened at her touch, so responsive Myka was.
"It might." Myka chuckled.
Helena felt her throat vibrate; it excited her and she bit softly at the warm skin. Myka gasped and groaned. She put her hand on HG's side to steady herself. Helena pinched Myka's nipple; Myka jumped. HG released her neck to remove her shirt. She pulled the soft cotton over Myka's head with one hand as she undid her bra with the other. Helena pushed Myka down onto the bed. HG kissed down her chest and stomach as she undid her jeans. Helena pulled Myka's pants off, teasing her thighs with her tongue.
Myka lie on the bed splendid in her natural beauty. Helena crawled up Myka's body and kissed her passionately. While her tongue danced with Myka's, she reached out for the vibrator. She sat up and put the device in Myka's hand. Helena gracefully got up and stalked to the foot of the bed. She pulled the bench away enough to sit and watch Myka. "Use it now."
Myka hesitated only a moment, too turned on to care, willing to give Helena what she wanted. She looked at HG as she brushed the soft silicone against herself. Watching her pupils dilate and her neck begin to flutter with a quickened heartbeat, Myka was spurned on. She rubbed the vibrator across her clit, her body jumping at the sensation. Myka got more comfortable as she touched herself. She moaned softly, her hips rocking slowly as she rubbed the spiraling ridges. Helena kept Myka's gaze until the woman closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure. Myka was so incredibly beautiful in the throes of passion. Helena found it increasingly difficult to retain her composure and was thankful Myka would not be able to see her as she bit her lip. HG lowered her attentions, focusing on Myka's glistening thighs and the treasure between them. The mounting volume of Myka's cries of pleasure told Helena she was building toward her intended goal more quickly than HG wanted. "Does that feel good, Myka?" She asked calmly, betraying none of the intense fire within.
"Mmm...yes, Helena." Myka moved her hips slower, feeling the vibrations more strongly.
"Enter yourself."
Myka breathed out a shaking "Yes..." as she pushed the vibrator into herself. She shifted her movement, thrusting into herself repeatedly with growing fervor. Helena reached up and turned the power to high. "Ah...aaahhh, mmm God." Her calf muscles flexed as she pushed against the mattress. Helena reached out and ran her hand over the tense muscle. "Helena..." Myka sobbed as her efforts increased.
"Don't stop, Myka. Keep going. I want you to make yourself come for me." Her voice was low and cool, but laden with desire. It cut through the muffled hum of the vibrator between Myka's thighs like a siren in the night. The mere sound of Helena's voice made her thighs quiver. HG watched Myka thrash as she fought off her orgasm as long as possible. Helena smiled. Myka could finally hold off no longer, she came screaming Helena's name with a wailing moan.
Helena caressed Myka's leg, understanding the need for closeness in the afterglow. She reached with her other hand and turned off the vibrator. Removing it from Myka made her shudder. "It's okay, Myka. You did well." She smiled at Myka. Myka looked at her lover; her smile was warm, but in her eyes was a ravenous fire and a burning craving-it made Myka shiver with its ferocity. "You did," Helena ran her fingertips over Myka's knee and along her wet thigh, "well, Myka." HG climbed easily onto the bed, retracing her fingers' path with her lips. She reached Myka's thigh and licked up some of the wetness, a salty mixture of sweat and sex.
Helena wrapped her arms around Myka's thighs to keep her still. "My God, Myka. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Myka struggled to keep her higher faculties. "I have an inkling."
"Do you now?" Helena purred. Myka's head was back, indulging in the touch of HG's skin against her own. Helena smiled and plunged her tongue deep into Myka. She screamed and jerked, but HG held her in place with her deceptively strong grip. Helena explored Myka with her tongue. To her delight, Myka did taste faintly of strawberries. "My sweet Myka, you are delicious." Myka choked out a ragged breath.
Helena had learned over their brief time together the intimate intricacies of Myka's pleasure-how to bring her to howling heights or to push her to the precipice only to reel her back down. The latter was exactly what she intended right now. HG licked Myka softly with a feather touch, Myka whimpered sweetly in response. It was such a simple sound, and yet it caused HG to pause as a sudden wave of desire threatened to overwhelm her. There would be time for that when she was done. At the moment her focus was entirely on pleasuring Myka to the very brink of sanity.
Helena moved her tongue in a lazy circle, gaining speed as Myka's breathing quickened. Myka reached her hands into Helena's hair, rubbing the back of her head gently. Helena built Myka up until she felt Myka pull her leg up, rubbing the back of her thigh against HG's body, a give away to her closing in on climax. Helena stopped and lifted her head. She smiled as Myka pushed gently on the back of her head, trying to keep her in place. Helena resisted and kissed up Myka's stomach, nibbling at the tight muscles. She worked her way up to Myka's breasts, twirling one nipple between her fingers as she sucked at the other. Myka grabbed at HG's hair, tugging harder and lighter, her grip matching Helena's attention to her breasts. Helena nibbled as Myka came back from the edge.
She grazed her fingernails up Myka's thigh, receiving only the usual response of a moan and a tightened grip on her shoulder she knew Myka had calmed sufficiently. HG touched her finger gently to Myka's wetness. Myka rose to meet her, eager and begging for her touch. Helena smiled around the nipple between her teeth and started a rhythm on Myka's clit. Myka sighed and her eyes fluttered shut. A grin crept over her face. Helena raised her head just in time to see it and chuckled deep in her throat. She released Myka's nipple and traversed up the curve of her collarbone. Nuzzling at Myka's neck, she kissed her pulse point. It thundered against her lips. HG nipped the skin beneath Myka's ear as she sped her fingers. Myka pulled Helena to her lips for a fierce kiss. She tasted herself on HG's lips, salty and sweet. Their tongues slid around one another in a dance they knew well. The quaver crept into Myka's thighs again and Helena slowed her hand. She broke the kiss to let Myka breathe. HG pulled her hand away, Myka grabbed her wrist and tried to fight her. "Trust me, Myka." She whispered into her ear. Myka trembled and released her grip on Helena's arm. HG rested her hand on Myka's hip as she nibbled at Myka's earlobe.
Slowly, slowly she kissed down Myka's body until she was finally on her knees between Myka's legs again. Helena dipped her tongue to taste Myka. "Please don't stop this time." Myka mumbled.
Oh, I won't Myka. I promise. Helena began to circle Myka's clit again, warming her up. Myka moaned and pushed Helena's head gently against her. HG drew figure eights with her tongue. Myka pulled her leg up around Helena's body. HG ran her hands up over Myka's stomach and pulled Myka's clit between her teeth. Myka's breath caught sharply and her heel dug into HG's thigh. Helena flicked the tip of her tongue over Myka's sensitive flesh. Her body began to shake all over. Myka gripped the sheet and pulled on Helena's hair. Her hips pushed up against that glorious mouth and she collapsed screaming, "Uhhhhhaaaaaaahhhh...Helena." Myka's throat tightened and she fought back tears. HG intended to lap up the aftershocks, but Myka pulled her forcefully by the base of her neck up to embrace her. Her breath was ragged and her chest raged, violently quivering from the racing heart that beat within. She clasped at Helena desperately, holding tightly to her neck and shoulders, pulling her tight against her. Helena smoothed Myka's hair, brushing away the curls that clung to her cheek and neck. HG kissed her forehead and held her. Myka huffed against Helena's chest as she tried to catch her breath.
"Shhh. I've got you, Myka." Myka relaxed into Helena's body and calmed, safe in her harbor.
Myka kissed Helena's neck. At first gently, and then with more strength. She became achingly aware of how much clothing HG was wearing and began to unbutton her shirt.
Unsure of her dear lover's state of sobriety, HG questioned her. "Myka?"
"I want to touch your skin, I want to feel your body. Take off your clothes."
Helena laughed quietly and sat up enough for Myka to pull off her shirt. She undid her bra and wasted no time in taking Helena's nipple into her mouth. HG laid back on the bed and let Myka conquer her. Myka's tongue worked on Helena's nipple as her fingers undid the button on her jeans and slid down the zipper. Helena arched her body and Myka pulled her pants down. Myka ran her finger over the purple silk of Helena's panties. "You've taken to lingerie quite well, Helena." She looked up at HG with a sideways smile and spark in her eyes. "But they always look better when they're on the floor." Myka slipped her hand under Helena and inside her panties, sliding them down over the wonderful curve of her ass and down her legs until they lied properly on the floor. She stretched out over Helena, their naked bodies pressing together, finding every nook and curve to hug each other, no possible inch of contact wasted. HG wrapped her arms around Myka's waist as she welcomed her into a slow, deep kiss.
Myka rolled over, pulling Helena on top of her. Their lips never parted. Myka finally pulled away. She quirked a smile up at Helena. Myka grabbed HG's hips and pulled slowly and steadily until she had adjusted her body. Helena kneeled over Myka. She made a show of placing her hands over the edge of the headboard. Myka's eyes flared, "Come here."
Helena lowered herself onto Myka's lips. She closed her eyes and her mouth fell open as Myka's tongue grazed over her clit. She gripped at the headboard and moaned, grinding herself down against Myka's eager tongue. "My God, Myka. You always feel so good." Myka chuckled lightly against Helena's warm, wet flesh. The slight vibration made her sigh. Myka smiled and put her hands on HG's hips, lifting her up and down slightly. Helena whimpered and her thighs tightened against Myka's shoulders. Myka guided her back and forth as she licked voraciously. She sucked Helena's clit between her lips and rocked her hips more gently. The wood bit into HG's hands as she gripped it tighter, but she didn't notice. Myka released her prize and returned her tongue to glide over it with careful precision. Helena's hips moved without Myka's guidance and she rocked against Myka, moaning heavily with each pass.
Her hips stopped and Myka held Helena tightly as she moved her tongue in the way that HG loved so much. Her breathing became quick gasps until she finally threw her head back and yelled a deep cry and thrashed against Myka. Her thighs failed and she fell against Myka's arms holding her up. Myka kissed her stomach and pulled her down to lie on top of her. Helena laid her head against Myka's shoulder and held her close with an arm around her stomach. "I love you, Myka. Do you know that?"
Myka kissed the top of HG's head. "Yes, Helena, I know." Myka smiled; Helena had an odd way about her sometimes. So intensely confident all the time, and yet, these little moments of unsurety and doubt would crop up at the strangest times. As if she were afraid that this intimacy, this passion was somehow not a reality. "I love you, Helena. More than anything in the world. You are the best thing to happen to me."
"Promise?" Her voice shook.
Myka touched Helena's chin and lifted her face up til their eyes met. She stared deep into those dark eyes tinged with fear. "I promise." She watched as the worry fell away completely and leaned in for a sweet kiss. Myka pulled the covers out from under them and tucked them close around them. She turned out the bedside lamp and whispered. "Merry Christmas, my dear Helena."
The reply was barely audible as HG settled against Myka, sinking slowly into sleep. "Merry Christmas, my dear, sweet, sweet darling Myka. I love you."
Myka kissed the top of Helena's head again and caressed her cheek in the subtle moonlight. "Sleep, Helena."
*The latin translates: "There is a moment when I look at you and no speech is left in me. My tongue breaks, then fire races under my skin and I tremble and grow pale for I am dying of such love, or so it seems to me."