Summary: Helen is missing John and she knows that the small window of time for them to be together is fast approaching. A/U story!
Rating: T+ for mild sexuality
Pairing: Helen and John….. Duh!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Sanctuary.
3 DAYS:
DAY 2
JUST BEFORE DAWN:
John woke up to a light darkness that herald the dawn was fast approaching. Blinking John turned on his side to see Helen lying on her stomach with her left arm as a pillow and her right arm stretched out from her side. She looked gorgeous with just a black blanket covering her pale white skin. When they had come back from the restaurant they had talked for a while and then passion took them. They made love long into the morning hours before exhaustion took them. Even now, looking at her, he could feel her heated skin still on his, still gliding against him. That thought brought a smile to his lips. John leaned over Helen kissing the exposed skin of her back; her skin was cool to his lips. The blanket had slipped down to below her waist some time while they were sleeping. It afforded him a better view of her creamy white skin. John so loved to run his fingers over her flesh. He skin always felt like the softest silk.
Shifting John slid down kissing the center of her back, over the slight feel of her spine. Helen shifted into his touch and moaned as his lips traveled back up. John ended at the base of her neck where he placed light kisses over all the skin he could reach. She shifted again, this time on her side, and inadvertently gave him better access to the side of her neck. John would content himself with nibbling on her skin until she woke up.
Every pass of his lips on her skin had Helen either sighing or moaning in her sleep. John loved hearing those sounds from her. He was well into his fifth exploration of her skin when her phone started to ring. "Helen," He kissed her jaw, "Your phone is ringing." John never would have thought she would have left her phone at the Sanctuary, but he never thought her people would have called her.
Helen had been awake for a few minutes just enjoying the trek John's lips were taking on her skin. It was a truly pleasant way to wake up. His lips were still so soft. The one draw back was her phone was ringing. She just wanted to ignore her phone until the ringing stopped. "Are you going to answer your phone?' John asked. She knew he sensed she had been awake for most of the time.
"Just ignore it." Helen moaned. John had skimmed his hand down under the blanket.
"Answer your phone." John nipped her shoulder. He was trying to get her to react.
"No," She laughed as his fingers danced over her side. Helen didn't want to answer the phone; she didn't want anything to interrupt their predawn play.
"Will you answer your cell phone?" John nipped her shoulder again, a little harder this time, but still playful.
"Let it go to voice mail." Helen reasoned. She didn't want John to stop and she didn't want to talk to the person on the other end of the line.
John stopped his taste test of her supple flesh to lean over her so he could dig in the pocket of her discarded jacket for the offending ringing cell phone. Pulling out the thin device he looked at the screen. The caller ID read Will. "It's your young William calling." John showed her the screen and Helen groaned. That amused him. He hit the answer button and held the phone to her ear.
"Magnus?"
'I'm going to get you.' Helen mouthed. "Yes Will." She tried not to make her voice sound irritated, but that was proving difficult with John smiling wryly at her. Helen had to bit her lower lips as John's lips resumed their trek over her skin.
"There is a bit of a problem happening here at the Sanctuary and we..."
"Will I trust that you and Henry and Kate can take care of what ever problems arise." Helen shifted, hooked her leg over John's thigh, and rolled them so that she was on top. "I am taking care of some person business." And with that said Helen disconnected the call. To make sure she turned off her phone. If Will got the sudden idea to track her using the GPS then he would be out of luck with her cell turned off.
"What did young William want?" John asked and he enjoyed the feeling of Helen on top of him. She felt wonderful; her skin still flushed. Helen felt divine against him and he wanted to keep her there. But there was somewhere else that wanted to take her first.
"Just a problem that cropped up," Helen answered. The problem didn't interest her right now. The man under her held her complete focus. She knew he was planning something. Helen could see it in his eyes. John was sneaky and cunning and she loved that. "But now that I look at you, I know you're up to something." Helen took John's wrists and pinned them above his head. She knew he could over power her, reverse their position, but John played along for now.
"Of course I am." John grinned. "But to find out, I reluctantly must ask you to get dressed." He hated to ask her that, but where he wanted to take her he couldn't just teleport in. John had actually taken the time to make a reservation for the day. There was a natural hot spring made into a bath house in Atami, Japan that John to experience with Helen. And he knew that this was the only time he would get to share it with her.
Helen angled her head and arched her right eyebrow. John never ceased to amaze her and now he was going to take her somewhere. But where could he be taking her? The only way to find out was to actually get dressed and find out. All through Helen didn't want to leave the warmth of his arms or the comfort of their temporary bed. She didn't have a choice but to get up as John climbed off of her and started to dress. Helen let the blanket drop as she too started to dress. Curiosity got the better of her. Where could John want to take her?
John took Helen's hand and spoke, "I'm going to have to break your 'Walking or driving distance' rule today." Helen glared at him but he could tell she didn't mean it. He knew her so well.
"John…" Helen drew out his name but she wanted to see where he was going to take her. "Just as long as it's not too far from the city."
"Ah, though with my power all distance is not too far," John smiled. It would be better once he got her there. Right now the time for them was five in the morning and the sun was starting to dawn. In Japan it would be six at night. John just wanted to get Helen there and let her relax in the hot spring.
It was true. Helen moved closer to John so she could drape her arms over his shoulders. "Then by all means Mr. Druitt, take me away." She smiled and waited to see where he would whisk her away to. Helen only hoped that it would be somewhere they would be alone and feel as if they were the only to people in the world. At night Helen would long for those days when it had only been her and John lying in bed talking or just holding each other. Those times made them truly feel alone in the world and it had been pure bliss.
ATAMI, JAPAN:
Helen opened her eyes to the sight of mountains and the steam from the hot springs. She was in Atami, Japan. John had brought her all the way to an Onsen in Japan. She was shocked and surprised and just a little euphoric. "I said 'Not too far' but this…." Helen tried to scold him playfully be she was happy that he had brought her here. "This is perfect." She was already in awe of this beauty of this place.
"I wanted to bring you here along time ago, but there was never time." John stood back so he could take her hand and lace is fingers with her. Together they walked in to the lobby. John gave his name and spoke in flawless Japanese. He gave his name and the confirmation number for his reservation. When he had made the reservation John had told them that they would only be here for a handful of hours and that they would greatly appreciate a private hot spring. After John had finished at the desk he squeezed Helen's hand gently and tugged her along to the room.
Helen preceded John into the room where she saw an open air hot spring. She was so absorbed in the sight that she had nearly missed the feel of John's hands on her shoulders sliding her coat off. It was nice having him this close to her again. He was still the one man she loved more than anything, but it was hat love that had nearly destroyed her once. This time with John was precious and yet it was fleeting. Too soon their time would be over and she would be alone. Rather than dwell on it any long Helen plastered a smile on her face and concentrated on being with John.
John had removed Helen's jacket. Dropping it to their side he wrapped his arms around her waist so he could start unbuttoning her shirt. This was the first time John cursed Helen's choice of clothes, too many buttons. So far he had managed to unhook three of them. "Normally you're faster when it comes to taking my clothes off." Helen purred. She was teasing him. John nuzzled her neck just as the last button on her shirt came free. He was about to start on her pants when she turned to him and mirrored his movements.
"My turn," Helen kissed John. Her hands pushed the leather of his jacket down his long arms until it pooled at his feet. Her fingers danced over his waist band and then up to he buttons where she made fast work of loosening the buttons. And soon his shirt joined his jacket on the floor. Helen stopped moving. Every time she saw his alabaster skin her breath caught in her throat. He was like a living breathing statue and he was all hers. Reaching out her right hand Helen placed her palm over his heart, a heart that still belonged to her. She looked at him and smiled her first real smile in weeks.
"I wish I could be this man for you always." John whispered leaning into her. His lips touched her forehead and he felt Helen shudder. He hated that he couldn't remain this way and he hated that he was the cause for the coldness in her heart.
"This is our eternity, right now, in this moment. For now I have you back," Helen said. Her voice was thick with emotion. He was hers and Helen was going to revel in every second they had together. She angled her head and brushed her lips against his. "Now, take your pants off." Helen laughed seductively.
John sighed, "You, wanton." He made quick work of his pants and shoes.
"I plan to have my way with you John Druitt." Helen informed, offering him a sly grin as she too removed her shoes and pants. Right now all she wanted to do was feel the hot water of the spring and John on her flesh. Moving away from him she walked to the edge of the hot spring. Slowly she stepped down and moaned at the feel of the water. It was just the right temperature to take away all the aches and pains, if she had any.
John marveled at the sight of Helen Magnus, he Helen, sinking down in the steaming water of the hot spring. Her skin flushed from the heat and gave her a rosy glow. She looked like a Goddess to his eyes. He ached to touch her, to kiss her, to just hold her in his arms and never let her go. John followed her in and moaned as she had at the exquisite feel of the water. Settling himself down John reached out for Helen so he could pull her into his arms. Her back touched his chest, together they sighed. This was as close to heaven as he could get; John was going to savor every second of his time with Helen.
With her hand under water Helen laced her fingers with John's. He felt so real, so alive; at least she knew this wasn't a dream. That first morning when she had seen him standing there Helen's mind had screamed that it was all a dream that she should wake up and get back to work. But then he turned to her, smiled, and then he had lounged beside her. It was then that she knew he was really there. She leaned her head back against his shoulder so she could kiss the underside of his jaw. This was the John she knew. She knew she could enflame his passion and incite his body to riot in waves of raw unbridled need. But she was at the wrong angle. If she wanted she would have to turn in his arms and be face to face with him. Helen was enjoying the feel of him at her back much too much to turn.
John lightly bit his bottom lip at the silky feel of Helen's lips nibbling on his jaw. At this angle kissing his jaw or neck was all Helen could do. John was the one with the advantage of touch. Untangling his fingers from hers he skimmed the warm flesh of her sides until he could cup her breasts. He laughed when she nipped his neck hard enough to still be pleasurable and yet warn him to stop playing. But John loved to play and he loved to play with Helen. His fingers toyed with the front closer of her bra. Just when he thought she would bite him for real John flicked open the catch and removed the black lace bra Helen had been wearing.
Helen arched her back into John's touch; his skin burned hotter than the water they were sitting in. She let out a shuddering breath when his left hand traveled down her stomach and dipped below the waist band of her underwear. Her body temperature was already warm due to the water, but with John he would set her aflame. There was one thing she would certainly miss when their time was done; his hands, his fingers, and the way they would trace over her skin. "You are so hot." John moaned in her ear and it heightened Helen's pleasure. His voice would be burned on her memory for the sensual purr that it was and she loved it. With every thrust of his fingers Helen met his in the movement. She wanted to feel the explosion in her body, in her blood, that only John could give her.
John hardened even more at Helen's response. She was a live wire in his arms, full of emotion and desire ready to explode. He wanted to be with her on her descent onto a pleasure filled haze. Using his powers john made a short jump to the bed that was in the next room where he made quick work of stripping her panties. John sank down between Helen's thighs and felt like he had come home. Helen met him trust for thrust and the pleasure surrounded them. They were together climbing higher and higher until they exploded in a fiery crescendo of ecstasy.
Helen hitched her knees up higher on John's hips taking him deeper into her body as she draped her arms. With what was left of her dwindling strength Helen managed to switch their positions; she wanted to be on top. Before she could plant her hands on his chest to keep him down John sat up and fused his mouth to hers. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer, so close that she could feel the pounding of John's heart against her flesh. Helen rocked back and forth causing friction, causing immense pleasure. It was then that she felt the tight fist loosen; the beginnings of release. Helen clenched her inner muscles and began to move in a counter motion to John. He was losing track of his rhythm.
John was desperately trying to hold out on his release for as long as he could; he wanted to savor the feeling of Helen. He slid his hands up her back, over her shoulder blades tangling them in her hair. They continued to kiss, to drink down each others moans. Helen flexed her inner muscles while rotating her hips to the left. The thin cord of self control John had snapped in that instant. He felt her orgasm roll through her just as John came. Together they burned in a fiery passion and sated desire. John felt drained, his muscles relaxed, and his heart thundering in his chest.
Helen was seeing stars, her body hummed, and her beat like a kettle drum. John had always had this effect on her. His body always called to hers, always made her feel more than any human was meant to feel. "You should have your way with me more often." John chuckled against her lips. Helen's only response was to kiss him. Her mind could barely function, let alone form a response. If she wanted to Helen could fall asleep right there in his arms and be content, she had John and all was right with her world for that day.
John wanted to move, wanted to lie down and run his hand all over Helen's flesh, but n truth he was comfortable right where he was. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms locked in place. All John could do was teleport and the only place he had another interest in going was back to the hot spring. Sure the added heat might not be good for a human, but they were immortal and abnormals; they could risk it. Gathering his concentration John looked out at the spring attached to their room and pictured them in it. Another second and warm, soothing water surrounded their waists. Helen gasped, then that gasp gave way to a moan. John just held her close and listened to her heart beat.
SOME TIME LATER:
Helen opened her eyes and found that she was back in the bed where John had made love to her. The white cotton sheet was pulled around her still warm form. The last thing she remembered was once again going into the soothing waters of the hot spring and then nothing. Her mind must have pulled her down into sleep. Helen sat up looking around for John. She spotted him standing out on the back deck over looking the comforting mountain scenery of Atami. He wore only his black pants with his arms crossed over his chest. That was his usual stance when he was thinking or when his mind forced him from the warmth of their bed. Wrapping the sheet around her Helen went to him where she placed a gentle kiss to his left shoulder blade before she rested her cheek on his skin. His mind had taken him down a dark road. She only hoped that he would break free ad be with her while they still had time. Tomorrow was their last day and Helen had something to give to John before he turned back into the monster that hounded her steps.
John had heard Helen stirring. She never slept very long after sex and this time proved him right. She had been asleep for an hour where he hadn't dared to close his eyes for fear that he would wake up and she would be gone and his respite from hell was over. As it was tomorrow would be his last day as a free, kind, loving man. Tomorrow at Midnight John would become the Ripper once again. That creature would wake and once again take over his mind. He only wished there was a way to permanently rip that creature from his soul so he could remain free, so he could remain with Helen. She was his main concern, he only reason he went on living. The last time he had attempted death was at Helen's hand, but she hadn't left him dead. No, she had revived him so he could be tormented all over again. It was then that they learned that there was malevolent entity inside of him. John knew without a shadow of doubt that thing was, is, his rage. Helen had said that it would be too easy to blame something else for what he had done. John was still thinking when he felt Helen's lips kiss his shoulder.
"Thinking?" She asked but she already knew. John's thoughts were swirling and taking him down a dark path; that made her heart break slightly, because her thoughts were dark as well. Time was running out for them, hours slipped away, and before they knew it they would only have a handful of minutes to be together.
"I'm always thinking, always plotting…" John let his sentence drop. He unlaced his arms so he could reach for her hands. She was one step ahead of him. Her arms snaked around his waist, slipped up his abs, and her palms settled over his heart. This was the comfort he sought more than anything. Just having Helen with him like this was more than he thought he deserved; even before the dark days of the Ripper. She was his angel, his heaven, John hardly thought he was right to call her his. But she had chosen him and that made him happy.
"What are you scheming?" Helen nipped his shoulder, laughing when John shuddered.
"Nothing. It's more missing than anything." John dropped his arms down and wrapped them lightly around Helen's waist so he could hold her to him.
"Where is it you wish to go?" She asked.
"Home to Oxford." He chuckled as memories of the five invaded his mind. John had been happy then, his life had been perfect, and he had Helen. She pulled away from him; John thought she was mad at him. He turned to her and he saw a smile gracing her mouth. His heart warmed even more at the sight of the smile that had long been denied him.
"Then we should get dressed if we are to go home." Helen spoke softly. She turned from John so she could pickup her scattered clothing. In their ardent passion she was surprised they hadn't done more damage to this room. While Helen dressed she heard John muttering to himself. She tried not to laugh too much.
Helen had gathered all of her clothes but her underwear. She knew she had worn some because john had taken them off of her no more than an hour ago. So where were they? Helen searched around the bed and didn't find them. Huffing Helen turned to the doorway to see John leaning against the wall with her black underwear dangling from his right index finger. She tried not to blush but it didn't work, the crimson heat spread over her cheeks. All Helen could do was hold out her hand for them, no words would form on her tongue.
"Come and get them." John challenged.
Helen crossed the room intent on taking the garment off of John's finger. As soon as she reached out for them John snatched his hand away only to dangle them in front of her again. He was enjoying himself too much for Helen's taste. And again she reached for them only to have John snatch them away. "John, I will not fight with you over my underwear." She finally said. He leaned into her, kissing her lightly on the lips. Helen took that time to take the lace garment out of his hands so she could finish getting dressed. If they were going to visit the final resting place of James Watson, Helen Magnus was going to be wearing underwear.
OXFORD:
Helen laced her fingers with John's as soon as they arrived in the catacombs under Oxford College. In this hidden basement was where the Five made their mark on the abnormal world. This was the place that held a measure of peace for all of them; this was home, and this was where James Watson had wanted to lay to rest for all eternity. John had missed this, he hadn't wanted to come. The others saw it as cold indifference but Helen knew that John wanted to shed his pain filled tears in a place of privacy. Only Helen understood that.
John walked with Helen leading the way. He had never said goodbye to his best friend when he had been interred here. He hadn't wanted for others to see him grieve. The monster saw it as weakness and made John leave. They past marker after marker until Helen stopped in front of one that had collected more dust than the others. "James never could keep his face clean." John chuckled as he wiped off the dust from metal resemblance that was below the name.
"He would have wanted you here." Helen whispered.
"I would have wanted to be here, but this…." John dug his fingers into his chest, "Wouldn't have let me be here."
"You're here now, and that counts." Helen crouched beside John, wrapping her arms around him.
John rested his head against Helen's as he pulled out the fob watch James had lent him so many years ago. John pried off the face place so he could set the watch in side. He had always meant to return the watch but he never got the chance or he had been so wrapped up with Helen to remember. It was only fitting that it should be here with James now. "I miss him." John muttered.
"He loved you." Helen whispered. James had always held a special place for John that went beyond friendship. She knew that James loved John. That had never bothered her seeing as they were all close.
"He loved us." John countered. It always made him a little uncomfortable to see how James had stared at him. In those eyes John saw a love and devotion that had frightened him. More than anything seeing that look in James's eyes had secured John into Helen's arms.
John looked at Helen smiling. "We should go. No sense lingering in the company of death." He had said his goodbyes to his friend, his best friend. James was gone but they still remained and life went on. John and Helen were the last of the Five.
"Where do you wish to go now?" Helen asked. She wanted to make John feel better. He was saddened and she hated to see him in such a state.
"It's your turn to choose." John smiled and kissed Helen quickly.
"How about we grab something to eat at the Italian restaurant and then go back to bed where you can hold me all night." That was what Helen wanted more than anything. She just wanted John to hold her and tell her everything would be fine.
John leaned into Helen again. Pulling her close he kissed her deeply letting her know how he felt about her choice. He loved it. It was what he wanted more than anything. John wanted nothing more than to hold Helen while they talked about everything and nothing.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
Helen had been lying under the covers with John on the pallet for hours just watching the night. When they had come back from dinner they had taken great care in the way they had undressed each other. It was the most sensual experience Helen had ever had and sex hadn't even resulted. John was keeping to her wants and what she had wanted was for John to hold her all night. Each time she felt a button loosen John's fingers would shake. She found it endearing that he took his time removing every article of clothing she was wearing. Of course her hands shook as well when she removed his clothing in turn. This should have been nothing to her, but with John it was all new again. It was like she was seeing his body for the first time and he was seeing hers. Helen sighed in contentment; she was at ease, she was happy. Having John hold her reminded her of a time when she had been truly happy, truly in love with him and with the direction her life was headed. John had been her world.
John held Helen close, reveling in the feel of her skin against his. In his arms she was a woman, not a doctor; she was his woman, his angel and savor. They were together, they were happy. For just a short time it had felt like no one else was around, they had been alone in the world with only their love and desire guiding their thoughts and actions. He smiled at that. It was desire that brought them back to Old City, to his building, and yet the desire was on a low simmer. John had wanted to possess Helen again, had wanted to take her, but she just wanted to be held and John had given into her. He always gave in to her. It surprised him that he had been so nervous about undressing her. His hands had shaken like he had been a virgin and this was his first time with a woman. In truth John had just wanted to hold Helen as well. He just wanted to feel her take every breath to reassure himself that she was alive, that she wasn't a dream. John kissed her forehead, "I love you for all eternity."
Helen's heart clenched at those words. She so badly wanted to say them back to him, but the words stuck in her throat. So much so she nearly choked. Her love for him was never in question; it was that it was dangerous for her to love him. John had been a villain, had been the Ripper. He had destroyed her heart and her world. Yet, here she was in the arms of John and she had never been happier. So Helen said nothing just as before. She couldn't tell him; she couldn't say those words yet. Not when they still broke her heart. Helen turned her head, placing a gentle kiss just above John's heart. It was all she knew to do; it wasn't enough but it was all she had for now.