So this started as a oneshot between Johnny and Helena, but I felt like it could go further so I have decided to make it a chapter story.


I have been wanting to write this for a while now. I know some people will have a problem with the pairing and if you do please don't read it, I don't want bad reviews because you don't like the idea of Helena and Johnny.

If I get good reviews and people generally like the idea of this, I will carry on.

Disclaimer - As much as I wish I owned Helena I don't or Johnny for that matter.


Chapter 1 - Without Thinking

'Johnny, eyes up here please.' Helena spoke loudly but in a playful tone and pointed to her own eyes.

My eyes suddenly flashed back up to her beautiful brown eyes and I cleared my throat. We had stayed behind after the day had finished and everyone has gone home. We were stood on the set alone reading though our lines ready for tomorrow. Even Tim had gone home, so it was just me and Helena.
'Sorry Hel. I was just… admiring your dress…' I tried to lie but I knew she could see right through me.
'Yeah, sure you were… Anyway, we are meant to be reading lines, not admiring my dress.' She gave a wink and continued reading from her script.
She was so beautiful with her hair all messy from a day on set. Some strands of her gorgeous dark brown locks hung in front of her pale skin and as she spoke her breath pushed them slightly and then they returned when she paused and looked up at him with questioning eyes. She was leant against the edge of a table which gave him a perfect view down the front of the tight corseted dress. 'Johnny, focus please. What is wrong with you today?' Her voice was becoming inpatient now, so I lifted my script, lowered my eyes from and tried to remember which line she had just read. Helena was so distracting, even when she wasn't trying. She was so effortlessly beautiful.

I tried to read from my script but I could feel her eyes watching me as she picked up her diet coke and placed the can to her full lips. I watched her again as she leant back, drinking from the can and exposing her neck.

I cleared my throat again and began reading the line but I messed up the first few words and she let out a dirty giggle. I laughed along with her but began to feel the embarrassment. I had always had a thing for Helena, but she was with my best friend, so I kept my thoughts to myself. The way Tim spoke about her didn't help. He always made her sound so perfect, which she was. When they were together and Helena called Tim baby, I could only wish that it was me she was talking to.

I knew we could have a good life together but there was no denying she was perfect with Tim. I hated it when they kissed when I was around, I look away and wish that just once she would kiss me how she kissed him, touch me how she touched him. She would run her fingers though his wild hair and push her beautiful lips to his.

Helena was reading her next line, ignoring my mistake and carrying on. I watched her again as she spoke. The way she played Mrs Lovett was always so sexy to me. Her accent and her look were irresistible.

Without thinking, I moved closer to her, my body inches from hers. She stopped reading and looked up at me, standing up from the table she was leant against. I leant forward and placed my script carefully on the surface behind her, pushing my body against hers. As I moved back away from her, she put her lips to mine and pulled away quickly and turned her head from me. 'Sorry.' She whispered, cheeks blushing slightly.

I lifted my hand to her jaw and turned her head to mine. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed for a moment before she parted her lips slightly and before I could even think about what was happening my tongue was finding hers. She tasted better than she had ever imagined. I raised my hand to her hair and ran my fingers through it. We both breathed heavily in to the kiss and Helena let out a slight moan. I lowered my hand to the back of her corset, slowly undoing the lace as she let her hand move over my back. She pulled me tighter to her, leaving no space between us. I picked her up and placed her on the table. I got down to the last lace on her corset and pulled it off, revealing her full breasts. I stopped kissing her and lowered my head, kissing my way down the beautiful woman's neck. She leant back on her hands and straightened out her body. I kissed down her torso, brushing my lips against one of her already erect nipples.

I got to her lower stomach and licked all the way up the middle of her body, tasting her salty skin. She let out another moan as I bought my lips to hers again. I couldn't believe what was happening. Ever since the day I met Helena I had wanted this. I thought to myself about what was happening and who it was happening with. Helena was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life and I was kissing her and running my tongue all over her body as her hands pulled eagerly at my clothes. I leant back from her and pulled off my shirt, throwing it aside. I pulled her long skirt up the length of her slim legs and I could already feel the heat coming for her panties. She leant forward and let her hand move to my trousers as she looked into my eyes and bit her bottom lip. She felt me though the thin material and I moaned slightly which made a smile appear on her lips. I pushed against her again as she undid my zip and pulled down my trousers and boxers letting them drop to the floor. She pushed me back with one hand and slipped of the table, undid her skirt from the back and dropped it to the floor as well, revealing her back lace panties which barely covered anything.

She smirked at my reaction. I must have blushed as she began to giggle. I stopped her dirty laugh by pushing my body against hers again, my manhood pressed against her. She grasped her hand around it and began to move up and down over it. I pushed her back further onto the table and climbed on to her and rubbed to fingers over her wet panties. I practically ripped them off of her and continued to slide my fingers over the wet slit. She bit her lip and under her deep breaths she uttered 'Please Johnny…' So with that I stopped teasing and pushed two fingers into her drawing out a slight scream.

She moved against my hand, pushing my fingers deeper into herself. I removed them, licked off her juices and positioned myself at her opening. As I pushed into her she arched her back and let out another scream. I moved in and out of the beautiful woman rhythmically, pushing her further up the table with every thrust. She began contracting around my hard penis, forcing my climax to come faster and faster. She pushed me off her to the other side of the table and climbed onto me, letting me slide carefully into her tight opening. She bounced up and down on me, going deeper and deeper every time she let herself slide down me.

Her hair was looser now, falling down her shoulders and bouncing gently against her. Her body was beautiful and the dim light of the studio made her look even more stunning. Helena shut her eyes and began to moan louder, letting out a scream every now and then. I moved my hand to her clit, rubbing it gently. This made her scream once more and let all her juices flow over my lower stomach. Her body fell flat against me, she was panting heavily.

I rolled her over and pushed into her again. Just as she has recovered from her last orgasm, another one ripped though her body. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. The amount of pleasure she was getting had even stopped her from screaming. As she contracted from her second orgasm, I came hard inside her letting out a loud moan. I fell off her to the side. We were both panting hard and Helena was still shaking from her multiple climaxes.

After a few minutes of recovering, I stood up and held out my hand to pull her up, she took it and sat up slowly, her chest still heaving. I kissed her again on the mouth once again.

'Well that was much better than reading lines.' I winked at her as I pulled on my clothes.
Helena just moaned slightly and tried to stand slowly. She bent over and picked up her skirt. She looked up into my eyes and smiled before she walked off to her dressing room.

I was left standing alone on the set that I would now have to come to in the morning. I pulled myself back on to the table. I sat for a while and thought about what I had just done, who I had just done and how amazing it was. I followed in Helena's footsteps to her dressing room.


A.N. I have decided to continue with this story, adding in Helena and Tim.

To make everything really confusing, the next chapter will be from Helena's point of view.