Helena leaned against the brick wall outside of the bar with her head slightly down and her ankles crossed. Vicious, too, was leaning against the wall, lighting up a cigarette. He was only slightly more relaxed than she was, mostly because he was slightly more sober than she was.
She was trying to act cool around him, like, she was more experienced than she really was. She wasn't completely sure if she wanted Vicious to make a move, or, not. She knew she felt desire for him, at the time, but, she didn't know if it was because she was drunk and horny or if she had stronger feelings for him than what she led herself to believe. All she knew for sure, at that moment, was that she needed to decide what it was fast.
She spied on him through the small curtain of her bangs as he took a drag off his cigarette. The light flush on her cheeks was mostly from the alcohol and only partially from the path her thoughts were weaving in her mind.
The ghostly smile on Vicious's face as he exhaled smoke made Helena's knees slightly weak. She had always thought he was handsome.
", What have you been doing these past few years?" She decided to ask to fill the silence.
He leaned his head against the bricks, like he was trying to figure out how to answer. ", There are some things about me that you wouldn't understand, Hel".
", Like what? I've already seen you kill, there's not much else about you that could surprise me," She said.
He grinned wider. ", That's where you're wrong,"
He then leaned over and covered her body with his. His left arm was positioned over her head, his other was resting against her hip. He had his lips just brushing over hers.
With half closed eyelids, she stared into Vicious's eyes. She could feel his steady breath on her face, cool and steady, unlike her deep erratic huffs.
Did she want this? Did she want him? He was as close to her heart as Julia, and she had known him for far less time. He had saved her on the field more times than she could remember, and he had one of the only two people she had confided in during the war. He was a good friend, and she would be lying if the thought of them together didn't highly intrigue her.
It was really surprising to her that he didn't go in for a kiss yet, he was just brushing his lips against hers like he was waiting on her. She tilted her face more towards his, and brought her hands up to rest on his chest. He took it as a grant of permission and and invitation at the same time.
They simultaneously pressed forward, closing the small breath of distance between them.
The only thoughts in her mind, now, where of how nice his warm lips and arms felt on her. Of how nice he smelt, and of how she really didn't care about the person yelling her name from what sounded like very far away.
She slid her arms down from their spot on his chest and wrapped them around him, hugging him closer to her. He, in return, pressed closer to her.
Helena couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure when she felt Vicious slide his tongue in between her lips to mingle with her own. She reciprocated by massaging her tongue alongside his own, her reward was the sound of his own low groan.
They could have been there for hours, but, Helena wouldn't have known. She felt herself suddenly thrust back into the real world when she finally realized that it was Julia who had been shouting her name.
Her eyes shot open like someone splashed cold water. She brought her hands up in between her and vicious and gave a gentle but firm shove to separate them.
",Julia!" She gasped, trying to take in some air.
The other woman just stared on at her friend as she tried to steady her breathing with a hand placed n her chest.
", Uhhhhh. Screw it. This is exactly what it looks like," Helena said, not even going to try to cover up the fact that she was just playing tonsil hockey with an old friend.
", Good. But, you still will never live this down," Julia said, with an ever growing smirk.
Helena groaned and mockingly glared at her, before another voice sounded off from behind Julia.
", Hey, I think it's great that you finally found a woman who would let you stick your tongue down her throat, but they just made last call. Ain't gotta go home, but, we can't stay here," Spike said, with his eyes closed, leaning up against the wall closest to the entrance.
Helena turned to face Vicious", So, I guess I'll see you later?"
He nods with a gentle smile on his face. ", Do you have a phone on you?"
", No, but ,I do have the number for the inn we'll be staying at this week. After that, the clinic should be up and I'll be able to give you a permanent number," She says.
He nods and pulls out his own communicator then hands it to her. ", I'm guessing that means I won't be able to see you until then."
", Not necessarily. I mean, I won't be working any nights until the clinic opens up, we can meet up somewhere then. If you want to, that is," She said, taking the comm from him and inputting her information into it.
After she handed his phone back to him, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers for the second time. This time, though, he was demanding in the way he moved his mouth against hers, drawing forth a needy gasp from his victim. It positively left Helena breathless.
When he leaned back, looking down at her dazed and confused state, he smirked. ", I absolutely want to," He said huskily.
The two men then turned to take their leave, leaving Julia to giggle at her blushing friend.