Two days later, Myka was back to her old self and feeling 100 percent better. They were enjoying a lovely dinner at Vinoteca di Monica in the North End when Myka caught Helena staring at her from across the table.

"Is something wrong?" Myka asked after wiping her mouth with the corner of her napkin. She'd caught Helena staring at her several times already that day.

Helena was sitting back against the booth with her arms crossed over her chest. She hadn't taken a bite of food for awhile. Her words had to be chosen wisely.

"They need you."

Myka took a deep breath and sighed. "You don't know that." It took a very unique individual to be a warehouse agent and Myka was aware that she was one. It wasn't arrogance; it was just fact. And, truth be told, she missed it. She missed the camaraderie. She missed doing her job. The past week with Helena had been amazing. Beyond amazing. But something was still missing.

Helena hadn't informed Myka that Pete and Jane had both been communicating with her daily as to updates on Myka's situation. There was little to tell except that she was trying her best to ease Myka back. But she also knew Myka couldn't and wouldn't be pushed back.

"I do know that." Helena tilted her head to the side. "And you know it as well."

Myka turned away trying to hide the well of tears that formed in her eyes. Getting emotional was not something she was keen on but ever since watching Helena "blow up" in front of her very eyes, she'd been more sensitive than ever, understandably.

"Okay." Myka relented. "I'll go back but…I want to drive back. I'm not ready to end this."

Helena knew exactly what Myka meant by 'this' and she didn't want it to end either. They both knew that once they were back in South Dakota everything would be different.

Neither was sure exactly what they were but they weren't ready for it to be over especially since nothing had really started yet. It wasn't just a fling. There was so much invested already and so much left to explore.

They walked back to the hotel slowly enjoying the perfect New England night—the clear black sky above and right chill to the air. The conversation was light like during any other walk they'd taken until Helena tapped her fingernail into the palm of Myka's hand that hung between them. She let her nail linger before dragging it upwards to her wrist.

The electricity that sparked inside Myka sent a quiver from her head to her toes and all in between. A simple touch that wasn't so simple really.

She unwittingly held her breath and slowed her steps as Helena, painstakingly, drew the nail further up the underside of her arm to her elbow. Every cell in her awakened and her body reacted.

Beneath her lace-trimmed black bra, Myka's nipples hardened and it wasn't from the cool air outside. Helena's hand softly gripped around her upper arm and they continued to walk back to the hotel arm in arm.

Myka relished the feeling of them walking side-by-side like that and covered Helena's hand with her own. They said more in their touching and looks than they ever did with words.

A few hours later they were showered, tired and tucked into bed for the night. Nothing else had happened between them besides a quick good night kiss. For two adult, experienced women they didn't know how to proceed without potentially causing torrential damage to their already established friendship. It was a delicate situation to say the least.

"So tomorrow we head back?" Myka asked from her side of the bed.

"Yes." Helena cleared her throat. Several silent minutes passed.

"Helena?"

"Yes?"

Myka sighed heavily before continuing. "Come over here." She couldn't resist it anymore. There was a need inside her that only one certain gorgeous, genius, British lady could fulfill.

Helena hesitated only slightly before scooting closer to Myka. She wasn't sure what Myka wanted or expected and didn't touch her right away. For a while she lay on her side and just looked at Myka laying flat on her back beside her.

Helena had not been hesitant or bashful at all before in her life or previous life as it were. When she wanted something she went full force. This was different. Everything with Myka was different.

Finally she couldn't resist that soft, smooth, sweet smelling skin before her. Resting her head on her bent left arm she let the fingertips of her right hand trail slowly up Myka's thigh. She felt Myka's muscles flinch under her touch but that didn't stop her. Quite the contrary.

As her fingers glided over her hipbone, she worked her way under the edge of Myka's ribbed tank top and pressed her hand flat onto Myka's firm but supple stomach she heard the curly headed brunette take a sharp, quick breath. This made her smile even more.

Moving her hand ever so slowly higher she met the underside of Myka's breast and then it was Helena's turn to take an unexpected audible breath. Her thumb followed the curve of the right then the left breast. Taking her time, they had all the time in the world.

If Myka's body was reacting the way Helena's was she anticipated finding a very hard nipple as she inched her thumb higher and higher. Her conclusion was correct as Myka let out a small moan of pleasure when Helena rasped around it.

Helena almost had to bite her bottom lip to point of pain to keep from letting her inhibitions free and completely ravishing the beauty next to her.

As she continued to manipulate one glorious breast then the other, Helena noted the faint, yet distinctive scent of Myka's arousal. Or was it her own?

"Myka?"

Without words Myka grasped both sides of Helena's face and pulled the Brit to her. Their lips crushed together, tongues collided. In one quick move, Helena threw her leg over Myka and straddled her hips. Neither could get enough of the other.

Hands and mouths roamed free; pleasuring parts they didn't know were pleasurable. Clothes were strewn from one side of the bed to the other. There was no talking; only gasps and moans that sang in harmony. They knew what they both wanted and through their profound, unexplainable connection they knew what the other desired as well.

After what seemed like hours, they lay curled in each other's arms with their legs tangled together, breaths and heartbeats started to return to normal. Complete and utter satisfaction was an understatement. Everything had changed.

Helena leaned in and gently kissed Myka's lips, slightly tasting herself on them in the process.

"Good night, my love." She whispered against Myka's lips before both fell into a deep, contented sleep.