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'HG?' Myka was the first to speak as they drove silently to HG's next location.

'Yes?'

'I didn't really want to stay with Lewis tonight. Not at any point.'

Helena bit her lip to stifle the grin that was bursting to plaster her face.

'That's very good to know. I'm sorry I let Mary waltz me away. I guess I was still in shock.'

'Shock?'

'Yes. You umm..had just asked for a kiss.'

'Oh yes.' Myka smiled back at the recent memory of dancing so tantalising close to HG.

'You had me a little flustered.' HG confessed.

Myka's heart skipped at the thought of HG flustered. She wondered what it would be like to really fluster Helena.

'Myka.' The author spoke the teachers name humbly. 'I think I need to confess what you stopped me saying last night. I don't feel comfortable with keeping my secret from you any longer.' Helena didn't utter another word as they reached their destination. She didn't trust herself to say the right thing until they stopped.

Helena stopped the car after a steep climb and quickly she ran to Myka's door and helped the teacher out. HG guided the curly haired brunette through a dense patch of trees and suddenly all Myka could see was sparkling lights for miles and miles.

'My God it's beautiful. I have never seen the city like this before.' The teacher took in the view with awe. 'However did you find this spot?'

'I needed somewhere quiet to think one day so I just drove and drove. I headed for this hill thinking it would be the perfect secluded spot and when I got up here I was blown away by the beauty of our capital city. You can just about see the cathedral in the distance.'

'Thank you so much for sharing this with me.' Myka turned to face the writer. She felt the urge to pull the moustache from her friends lip. She needed to see Helena. She could feel Helena in the words spoken from the author but she couldn't see her. 'It's cold. Will you hold me?'

HG pulled out a blanket from bag over shoulder and wrapped the woollen material around the pretty teacher's slight shoulders. Immediately after she stood back and Myka found herself missing the extra body's warmth.

'I cannot stand any closer until I speak the truth Myka. I cannot let this last any longer. My heart may burst if I do not.'

The teacher bit her lip she still wasn't sure if she was ready.

'What if I don't want you to tell me your secrets?'

'That makes no sense Myka? Why wouldn't you…. You don't understand it could change everything.' Helena pursed her lips.

'That sounds like even more reason not to say it then. I don't want anything to change.' Myka wanted their wonderful façade to last forever.

'Darling.' Helena felt a little lost for words. 'I desperately don't want anything to change but you must be fully informed of what you are getting yourself into.

'Kiss me first.' Myka spoke out into the night.

'What?' Helena's mouth was agape.

'I said kiss me first. If you kiss me you can tell me.'

'No..no…Myka. You don't understand that would defeat the point.' Helena tried to argue.

'No arguments HG. Kiss me and you can tell me anything you like.' Myka paused. 'Unless the problem is you don't want to kiss me?'

Helena shook her head vigorously. 'You couldn't be more wrong.'

'Then do it. Just kiss me.'

HG pulled Myka too her a little more roughly than she had intended so the teacher was pressed up against her. 'Fine. If this is your will but don't say I didn't warn you.'

Feather light at first Helena allowed her lips to graze Myka's their hot breath mingling in the cold night air. After seconds that felt like a millennium HG pushed her lips onto Myka's soft plump pair and let her hands slide up to the teacher's cheeks. Gently the author ran her tongue along Myka's upper lip requesting entry. It was granted. Myka had never in her life experienced anything more wonderful than HG's tongue massaging against her own. She felt it. Her legs felt like they could fall away from beneath her and fire spread in her lower belly.

Carefully Helena ended the kiss and looked longingly into Myka's green eyes. The teacher whimpered slightly at the loss of contact.

'God Helena …kiss me again.'

Myka's eyes flashed open when she realised the mistake she had made.

'What did you just say?' The author almost stumbled backwards at the sound of her real name falling from Myka's mouth.

'Nothing..i said kiss me again.'

'No before that.' Helena tried to keep calm. What was going on?

Myka looked coyly at the author. 'Don't be mad.'

Helena scoffed slightly. Myka had known this whole time? 'How can I be mad when I am the one that deceived you first? How…how… did you know?'

'When you fainted. I was mopping your brow when you were unconscious I should have known before though. The likeness is of course uncanny. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just needed a bit of time to figure a few things out.'

'And what did you figure?' Helena felt dread course through her veins. She was still in shock at the revelation.

'I like you a lot.' Myka admitted.

'But?'

'But nothing. I don't know. I thought I would get longer to think but you were so insistent on telling me.'

Helena laughed. 'I thought I was doing the right thing.'

Myka smiled back feeling suddenly quite shy now she had lost the upper hand. The truth was out. 'Why do you do it?'

'Let's go back to the car you will freeze out here.' Helena guided Myka back to the warmth of her vehicle and began to speak. 'I write…as you know… I wrote under my own name at first but nobody would take me seriously, I couldn't get any damn publishers to even attempt to read my work. They said women don't do science fiction and that I should stick with romance. Then one day I had an idea. I dressed in my brothers clothing , I put on a wig and this.' Helena pointed to her hairy lip. 'And all of sudden my peers started to pay attention to what I had to say and HG Wells was born. Once I started it was never going to be able to stop. I do everything as him. Every book signing every public appearance. I spend more of my life now as man more than I do a woman.' Helena went quiet. 'Then I met you. I felt a connection with you straight away but you knew me as HG… I didn't know what to do. I was so scared if you knew you would run a mile.'

'I'm here now aren't I? Myka squeezed the author's knee.

'You certainly are…but I'm not sure I understand why exactly.'

It was Myka's turn to confess. 'I won't lie, when I realised I was shocked, but it explained a lot, how wonderful you were as Helena at the book reading, the picnic, twelfth night… I felt something between us too. A connection. I just had to figure out if that was with HG or Helena.'

'And?' Helena almost dreaded to hear the answer.

'and… I can do this. I'm sure I can.' Myka smiled and let her thumb wander across the author's knee.

Helena sighed with relief but couldn't help think there was still a 'but' somewhere. It couldn't be this easy.

'Helena?'

'Yes.'

'Can I kiss you again?'

The writer nodded and the two women shared a more delicate and tentative kiss.

'Was that ok?' Helena asked warily.

Myka nodded. 'I can do this. It's not like anyone will know if you're dressed as a man anyway.'

Helena felt her heart drop. That 'but' feeling she was having was returning.

The teacher continued. 'My father would think I with HG Wells … everybody would be happy. But…. '

There it was Helena knew there was something.

'I've never slept with a woman before.' Myka spoke quietly. 'That's the only thing I couldn't figure out…but I guess if you were dressed as a man it would be ok.'

Helena felt like she could cry. 'I think Myka you need more time to think this through.'

'No I have been I really have.' Myka tried to argue.

'You haven't darling. I'm going to take you home. You need to let the alcohol wear off and sleep on it. Speak to me when you have a clear mind.'

'Helena. Why are you doing this?' Myka felt alarmed as the car started to move. 'I just said I can do this.'

'Myka. HG isn't really me. I am Helena. I am a woman. I care about you as a woman having feelings for another woman. I wouldn't want to be a man with you. Do you understand?'

Myka let Helena's words roll over her and realised Helena may be right. Perhaps she hadn't thought this through.

'Your silence makes me think you understand exactly what I mean.' Helena felt choked but focused her eyes back onto the road. Luckily they weren't far from Myka's home. 'I don't want to have to live a lie Myka. I don't enjoy it. When I was with you on the picnic yesterday I felt like myself and it was wonderful to talk to you as me. I felt like the connection was still there though. It was for me anyway.'

Helena pulled up outside Myka's home, the teacher had finished the journey in silence. She felt silly. She wanted to tell Helena whether she was man or woman it didn't matter but she couldn't. Her family, her life …everything would be affected. She had just assumed Helena would take up the masculine role.

Helena opened the passenger door and lead Myka to the front of her house.

'You are lovely Myka. I have had a wonderful evening and thank you from the bottom of my heart for at least giving us a chance. Not everyone would. I will leave you now though and perhaps we shall meet again someday.'

'Kiss me.' Myka spoke only the two words out of nowhere. Nobody had ever thrown Helena off her game like the pretty English teacher did.

'Are you sure?' Helena looked sceptical.

'Positive…but first….' Myka raised her hand and took the corner of the writer's moustache between her index finger and thumb. Gently she peeled the facial air away and ran her thumb across Helena's true soft lip. Myka leaned in and pressed her lips against the writer's. The loss of the hairy barrier felt odd. The softness between them both was like nothing Myka had ever experience before. Her stomach fluttered. She like it a lot. Pulling back Myka placed a small peck on the petite author's nose and started to walk to her door.

'I think we need to go on a real date.' Myka confirmed. 'Meet me here tomorrow at 11 and I'll take you to my favourite spot this time.'

Helena felt a lump in her throat. She hadn't felt so exposed in a long time.

'Helena? Will you give me another chance at a date?'

The writer nodded unable to speak. The bare kiss had felt amazing.

'I only have one stipulation.'

'Anything.' Helena spoke breathlessly.

'I want you to come as Helena. No wig, no moustache. Just you and me. Is that ok?'

Helena smiled feeling the recently familiar burn in her cheeks. ' That would be very ok.'

'Great then it's a date.' Myka ran back and placed a peck of a kiss on Helena's cheek before turning and going back into her house.

Helena stood in the darkness her hand pressed against her cheek. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening between her and Myka Bering but what she did know was that she couldn't wait until 11am tomorrow to find out.