AN: More fluff! I promise next chapter will have some actual plot. Hope you like it!

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Chapter 4: Delphinus & Draco

Myka rereads the same paragraph she's read at least 5 times now. For someone whose job and joy is reading, it is proving extremely difficult this particular afternoon. Her thoughts had been focused on a certain writer since their coffee date and it was taking most of her will power to not go look for her. Helena had said she'd look for her during the week, she could wait. She's never this needy and she hates feeling this way but she's decided to go with it and let he heart lead the way this time; her rationality hadn't worked out so far when it came to romantic affairs.

Myka looks up from her book when she hears someone knocking on her door. The door opens after she shouts for them to come in and Helena's face pokes in. "Doctor Bering, I was wondering if you had a minute."

Myka can't control the huge grin that appears as she sees the reason for her distraction. Helena comes in and closes the door behind her. She sits on Myka's desk and leans over it to cup Myka's cheek. "Hello, darling."

Myka leans into the touch but, despite wanting to feel Helena's touch, her brain wins out and she pulls back, remembering where she is. "Helena, you can't do that." Her voice comes out harsher than she intends and she sees Helena's hurt look as she moves from the desk to the chair in front of Myka's desk. Helena crosses her arms defensively and looks down at her feet. "Oh, I must have misinterpreted things."

Myka smiles at how cute Helena looks when she pouts but she can see she's hurt the Brit. She gets up and walks to the other side of her desk and stops next to Helena, resting her hip on the edge of her desk. "I didn't mean it like that." She pulls Helena's chin up with her index finger. "I just meant you can't do that in here, in my office. We need to set some rules for when we're at work." Helena relaxes at the touch, her previous insecurities erased by the tenderness of it.

Helena looks up at her. She's still pouting but her eyes show she's not upset anymore. "I'm not really a rule abiding person." She takes Myka's finger from her chin and kisses the tip softly. "I have found that breaking rules is way more fun."

Myka's heart speeds up and holds her breath. She runs her finger along Helena's lower lip and drops her hand. She walks back to her chair on the other side of the desk. Having a piece of furniture between them makes it easier for her to think about rules and appropriate work behavior. She swallows and refocuses, entwining her fingers and resting them on the desk. "It's only one rule, really. I just thought it would be best for both of us if we kept it professional while we're at work. Do you think you could manage that one rule?" Myka stares straight into Helena's eyes and bats her eyelashes. "For me?"

It's Helena's turn to be flustered and Myka notices. She would agree to pretty much anything when faced by those dazzling green pools and, for some reason she can't understand, she knows she would do anything for this woman. "I… that sounds fair."

Myka smirks and sits back on her chair. She enjoys knowing she's got as much power over Helena as the Brit has over her. "So, Doctor Wells, what did you want to discuss?"

"Right." She takes a folder out of her briefcase and hands it over to Myka. "I brought a copy of my syllabus for you to look over." Myka opens it and starts reading. "It's pretty much what you'd expect from a 19th century literature class, although I do like to take a bit more time with the beginnings of science fiction and its impact."

Myka nods, not looking up from the pages. "No Verne?" HG scoffs and rolls her eyes. "God, no, I find the science part of his writing lacking, even for the time. I believe HG Wells is a much better representative of the genre, and I have some Gernsback too."

Myka finishes reading the pages and closes the folder placing it on her desk. She looks up at Helena biting her bottom lip. "It looks like a very interesting class; I wish I had someone as brilliant as you giving it when I did my undergrad."

Helena runs her hand across the edge of the desk wiping off an imaginary stain. "If you want I can give you some private lessons." Helena smiles innocently despite her clear innuendo. Myka glares at her even though she thinks she would very much enjoy that. "Helena…" She says in a warning tone.

Helena throws her hands up in defeat. "Oh, come on Myka, you can't expect me to not flirt with you. I don't even do it consciously, you're just there and my thoughts run rampant with innuendo and possibilities."

Myka sighs. Staying professional is going to be a lot harder than she anticipated. It was taking all of her strength not to jump over her desk and kiss Helena but she knew it wasn't a good idea because first, she'd hoped their first kiss would be a bit more romantic and second, anyone could come in at any moment and catch her with her tongue down one of her faculty's throats and that would not be good.

"Well, as much as I'd love to explore those possibilities…" She looks serious but her eyes glint mischievously. "… I really don't think my office is the best place to do it."

"I agree," Helena exclaims standing up, surprising Myka. "which brings me to the other reason I'm here." She takes a few nervous steps in front of the desk and stops between the chair she was previously occupying and the door as if anticipating she's going to have to make a hasty exit. "I would like to ask you out on a date… Friday."

She stands there looking nervous and runs her hand through her hair. Myka thinks it's adorable how someone who's usually really confident gets nervous even though she's given clear signals to assuage any fear the Brit might have. Myka gives her a small smile. "I would love that."

Helena grins and holds her hands behind her back. "Marvelous! I will pick you up at 7 at your house." She starts walking backwards towards the door but stops a few inches away from it when she sees Myka standing up and approaching her.

Myka stands closely in front of Helena, ignoring her one rule, and reaches behind her to grab the doorknob, trapping the writer between her and the door. Helena takes in a shaky breath and Myka smiles, leaning forward. When her mouth is next to HG's ear she whispers, her lips grazing it lightly. "I can't wait." And turns the doorknob, standing back to open the door and let the other woman out.

Helena stands there gaping while Myka walks back to her desk. "Thank you for coming, Doctor Wells. I'll see you on Frinday."

She stands there for a couple of seconds, her head swimming from the feeling of Myka's lips on her ear. "Y-yes… Friday." She steps out and walks away, turns around to walk back but thinks better of it and finally walks down the hall to her own office.

Myka hears her phone beep as she steps out of the shower. She dries off and puts on her robe, walking out of the bathroom. She picks her phone up and frowns at the sign that reads she's received a message from an unknown number. She taps on the message to read it. 'Can't wait to see you. – HG' She smiles and hits reply. 'How did you get my number?'

She puts the phone on her dresser and walks to the closet to pick her clothes for the evening. It's been warm so she decides on a dark green halter top dress that stops at her knees and black pumps. She's laying out the dress on her bed when her phone beeps again and she practically skips towards it. 'I have my sources.' She can picture Helena's smirk as she was writing the text and scoffs. She's going to have to talk to Claudia about sharing her phone number even though she doesn't really mind HG having it. 'Did your sources also give you my address so you can pick me up?' A couple of seconds later a reply pops up. 'I guess you'll find out in 30 minutes.'

Myka goes back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. She pulls her hair back into a loose bun with some curls hanging down the back. She keeps her makeup light but smoky. Exactly at 7 pm her doorbell rings. She finishes putting on lip gloss, smacks her lips a couple of times and puts on her shoes before walking down to open the door. She takes one last look at herself in the mirror next to the door before opening it with a smile.

Helena is wearing a wraparound grey dress. She's holding a bouquet of pansies on her hand and shyly extends it to Myka. "I hope you like them, I thought they looked beautiful. Although, seeing them next to you, I have to say their beauty pales in comparison."

Myka smiles widely and takes the offered flower kissing Helena's cheek and thanking her. She pulls Helena into the hall to wait while she retrieves her purse and places the flowers in a vase. She walks back to Helena and finds herself with her arms wrapped around her waist in a loose hug. "You look gorgeous, darling."

Myka wraps her arms around Helena's neck and the Brit moves forward to press a kiss to the spot below her ear. Myka angles her head to the side to allow Helena a better access but she pulls back with a smile, removing her hands from the American and walking towards the door. "Come on, love, we don't want to be late." Myka huffs and follows Helena out.

Helena pulls up to one of the fancier restaurants in the area, a French place in a mansion on a hill with an amazing view from the terrace. Helena had managed to arrange a table right on the edge and she had timed her date perfectly so they'll be able to enjoy the sunset. They're met at the door by the manager. "Miss Wells! Let me show you to your table."

Myka can't stop smiling at the view when they reach the table and one of the waiters pulls out her chair for her to sit. They're handed a small list on cardstock. "I know you talked to the chef and he's prepared a special menu for you and your date." He turns towards Myka. "If something is not to your liking, the chef would be delighted to change anything. I'll give you some time to look over the list and I took the liberty to add a couple wine choices at the end that would go well with your dishes."

Helena thanks the manager and starts looking at the list in front of her. She can feel Myka is looking at her but she's pointedly ignoring it and focusing on the list in front of her. "Helena…" Myka waits for her to make eye contact to continue talking. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble for me."

"Oh I didn't, darling, they did. Apparently the chef is a big fan of my books and he insisted on cooking something special for us." She takes Myka's hand. "Not that I wouldn't go to all this trouble for you. But I can't really take the credit here."

Myka blushes and continues reading the menu without letting go of Helena's hand. One of the waiters comes back to ask if they'd like something changed from the menu. Helena looks at Myka who shakes her head. "The menu is good, thank you. And we'll have the Pinot Clos Du Val 2003."

The waiter comes back a couple minutes later and pours their wine glasses. Helena takes hers and lifts it. "To new adventures."

They eat and drink. Every single plate of their five course meal is amazing. Everything about tonight has been perfect and Myka can't remember ever having such a good time with anyone. She's having so great a time she hasn't realized all the other tables have emptied out until the manager comes to the table and whispers something on Helena's ear and leaves a set of keys on the table. Helena stands up and hugs the man, thanking him profusely. The man says goodbye to Myka winking at her. "What was that about?" Myka says pointing between the keys and the man walking away.

"Nothing, love." She takes the keys and puts them in her pocket getting up and holding her hand out to Myka. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Myka takes her hand and follows her inside. Instead of going out the way they came in, Helena takes them around a corridor that ends in a set of stairs. She starts going down when Myka tugs on her hand. "Are we allowed to be here?"

Helena goes up the step she'd already gone down and moves close to Myka, reaching up to push a stray curl behind her ear. "I made a little deal with the manager and he's letting us use the garden since everyone else is gone. He said I could just lock up when I was done."

Myka chuckles and places her hands on Helena's hips. "I don't understand how you get people to do whatever you want."

Helena runs her hands down from Myka's shoulders to her own hips. "I'm sure I can arrange a demonstration." She steps back and takes Myka's hand again and leads her down the stairs. They get to a large room framed by a set of bay windows that lead out into the garden. Helena takes a blanket and a flashlight the manager left for her on a chair and holds the door open for Myka.

Myka takes off her shoes and they walk out into a huge garden lined with rose bushes, in the center there's a fountain, its still water reflecting the moonlight. There are no lights outside so Helena turns the flashlight on and leads Myka to the other side of the fountain where she lays the blanket down. She kneels and pats the ground next to her. She lies down and stretches out her arm so Myka lies down next to her, resting her head on the Brit's arm. "This is nice."

Helena turns to face Myka and rests her hand on Myka's waist. "It is." Myka looks up at Helena's eyes as she leans down and kisses her. She reaches up and pulls Helena closer deepening the kiss. Helena pulls back slowly, giving Myka some quick pecks before turning around and lying on her back again.

"What's your favorite constellation?" Myka moves closer to Helena, her fingers playing with the string tying Helena's dress. "I guess it's Delphinus."

Helena chuckles. Myka frowns and leans up on her elbow to look at her face. "What?"

"Nothing, darling. It's just quite a girly choice." Myka pouts. "It's okay; I like how girly you are sometimes." She kisses Myka's pouting lip but the American pulls away and lies back down, crossing her arms across her middle.

Helena sits up and rubs Myka's stomach soothingly. "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to make fun of your choice." She grabs one of her hands and presses it to her lips. Helena sees her lips quirk up but she's still not looking at her so she buries her face in her neck and starts nibbling lightly. "Forgive me?"

"Yes." Myka replies moaning. Helena laughs against Myka's neck. She takes her earlobe into her mouth and hears the American's breath hitch. "Wha-what's your favorite constellation?"

Helena pulls back and looks quizzically at her, not really understanding why she's still thinking about constellations, but the genuinely curious look in her eyes makes her smile. "Draco."

She leans down and captures Myka's lips with her own. Myka buries her hands in her hair, lightly running her nails down Helena's skull down to the back of her neck. One of Helena's hands moves down the American's side to her knee where her dress ends. She runs her hand up her thigh and starts drawing patterns on the skin there. She feels more than hears the whimper coming out of Myka's throat and she moves down to kiss a path from her neck to her clavicle. She feels Myka's hand lightly tugging at her hair. "Hel… mmm… Helena."

Helena looks up from her spot just on top of Myka's breasts smiling. "Yes, dear?" she runs her index finger along the edge of Myka's dress straps and down the top of her cleavage. She sees Myka bite her bottom lip and take a deep breath. "Baby, I need to go slower."

Helena moves up her body until she's looking down into those amazing green eyes. She gives Myka one quick kiss. "Slow is good. They say greatest love takes the greatest time." She smiles and snuggles up next to the woman who she's pretty sure has already stolen her heart and looks up at the stars.

AN: I'm going to try to have the next chapter before I go on vacation next week but I'm not sure if I can make it. Let me know if you're liking it or hating it so far.