Hello to you all sorry for the long wait ! Here's a quick update. Thank you again to everyone following. I wanted to apologise now as well because I won't be able to update for 2-3weeks. I have a good excuse though. I'm going to Canada to marry my gorgeous girlfriend. ...but when i'm back I'll be sure to update you all with this story soon. Thanks again. See you when I'm back.

'Irene I really couldn't give two bloody hoots what the film studios think….No… I won't. My god if it's about money I'll pay them to stop bloody hassling me and sod off. Email me the bill and I'll wire it over because I am not doing it.' Helena held the phone tight to her ear as she spoke to her agent. It was barely 7.30 and Irene had already rung the actress to give her a bollocking for her speech with the reporters last night.

'Do not try my patience. I did a goddamn movie I didn't sign away my rights as a human being. I will love who I like whenever I like and no asshole in a suit is going to tell me otherwise…Yes you can tell them exactly that.' Helena hung up and sat at the nearby table rubbing her temples.

'Hey, is everything alright?' Woken by the heated one sided argument Myka peeked into the room her eyes still sleepy.

The actress grinned at the sight of Myka's bed hair and cute drowsy gaze. 'Good morning darling. I'm sorry if I woke you.'

'It's ok. Who was it?... wow …that so just slipped out…you don't actually have to tell me.' Myka tiptoed across the room towards the actress the floor cold against her feet.

Helena shook her head and pulled the museum curator towards her, in one swift move she had Myka placed on her lap to save the pretty brunette's chilly toes.

'It was Irene telling me off for being a loud mouth again.' Helena grinned. 'Water off a ducks back. I think she knows she will never change me. Anyway, enough of that rubbish, did you sleep well ?' Helena peered adoringly up into Myka's heavy lidded eyes.

'Very, but I was more looking forward to morning to be back with you.' Myka leant her chin on Helena's head and sighed. 'I guess I should go get ready for work.'

'How about you don't?' Helena questioned.

'I don't think they would appreciate me turning up in this.' Myka giggled and pulled at her thin straps…well Claudia might I guess…but she certainly does not need encouraging to be any more of an outrageous flirt than she already is.'

'Darling, I didn't mean your clothes, I meant how about not going to work? Could you pull a sickie?' Helena pouted and made puppy dog eyes at the brunette.

'Miss Wells are you trying to lead me astray?'

Helena nodded resolutely.

'Ok you persuaded me, I haven't had holiday in 11 months so it really will be fine.' Myka felt a rush of happiness seeing Helena's beaming smile.

'Well that was incredibly easy.' The actress cocked her head. 'What else can I persuade you to do?'

'Hmm, that would be telling. You will just have to find out for yourself.' Myka leant in and kissed the actress on the lips. Everything felt so easy between them so early on, they seemed to fit like a perfect puzzle.

…..

A couple of hours later after a hearty breakfast of pancakes and syrup, a dozen kisses and an almost double shower the two women are in the hotel garage ready to go…..

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'Helena what are you starring at?' Myka smiled acutely aware of the actress' lingering gaze.

Reminding herself to roll her tongue back in Helena cleared her throat. 'Darling, it's you! Seeing you there in my jeans and t-shirt like that, my god it makes me want to …just….grr…' The actress bit her lip to stop any profanity from escaping.

'Make you want to what?' Myka sauntered closer until their noses were almost touching.

'Just bloody rip it straight back off!' Helena sighed exasperated by her own self-restraint.

'I wouldn't complain.' The museum curator winked her eye and tugged at the actress's belt.

'My lord…' Helena looked up to the sky for some kind of divine help. 'You really shouldn't say things like that or we will never get out of here.'

The brunette let her finger linger dangerously close to the bottom of the actress's vest top before pulling away.

'Okay. So where are we going? Is Jimmy on his way?' Myka looked around the vast garage not seeing any sign of the pretty raven head's driver.

Helena shook her head. 'No Jimmy today. I wanted to have you all to myself.' The actress hooked keys out of her jeans back pocket and a vintage style jeep bleeped nearby.

Myka looked at the smirking other woman a silly grin plastered across her face. 'Is that yours?'

'Yes darling.'

The museum curator squealed with excitement as she ran over to the red little vehicle with black soft top and roll bars. Myka ran her hand across the smooth shiny paint, the jeep looked like a spruced up replica of the wartime Jago Jeep. 'It's beautiful. It looks so much like the ones from the old war movies….but well….red.'

Helena opened Myka's door and ushered the brunette in. 'That's because it is darling. I've just remodelled it slightly. It was a heap of rust but I knew I could save her.' The actress settled into the driver's seat and faced an open mouthed Myka.

'You did this?'

'Yes Darling, don't be so shocked, I'm not a complete airhead.' Helena flicked her hair and started up the roaring engine.

'Helena , I never thought that…. But this is more than just a hobby, you must have had help though right?' Myka looked at the intricate dash board re-done in a smooth shiny warm brown wood.

The actress shook her head grinning. 'All me. I had six months off in-between my last couple of films and I just holed up in a little rented cabin/garage and worked on her all summer.' Helena leaned back into her leather chair relishing the feel of the slim line steering wheel at her fingertips. That summer had been the best in a while. A whole half a year of nothing and no one; just herself and her thoughts away from the crowd.

' I have to be honest, I'm amazed, this is amazing!' Myka squealed again and looked behind her into the truck, she spotted a wooden trunk to one edge, carved with precision and etched with the initials CJW.

Winding her window down and feeling the glorious rush of air against her face Helena glanced at Myka's smiling face and realised that in that very moment she was far happier with the woman at her side than she had ever been during that glorious hot summer of isolation. She enjoyed Myka Bering's company immensely and for the first time in an incredibly long time she wanted to share her life with someone, the actress wanted to show Myka the real Helena Wells.

The brunette copied Helena's actions and wound down her own window, her surroundings were changing as the jeep merged onto a wide motorway. Myka placed her hand on Helena's thigh and beamed silently to herself, she felt like she had just woken up in a beautiful dream, her whirl wind romance was like something out of a modern day Jane Austen story.

'Penny for your thoughts ' Helena interrupted Myka's day dream of a Darcy like Helena Wells swimming through a lake in slacks and a loose white shirt.

'Oh it's nothing important .' The museum curator bit her lip to suppress her grin.

'Hmm. You were definitely somewhere then. ' Helena wagged a knowing finger.

'Just day dreaming sweetie. '

'Very well, I will assume it was a good dream with that smirk on your face ?'

Myka blushed and looked out the window to watch the rolling hills appearing in the distance. ' Very good actually. Very, very good.'

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Three hours, one toilet stop, two coffee breaks and five point five kisses later the two women arrived at their destination.

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'Helena this view is breath taking.' Myka relished the fresh countryside air as it hit her lungs. The panorama spread out around her was a sea of green dotted with the odd cobbled stone cottage and the rustic village behind her. 'What made you bring me here? How did you ever find this little place?' Myka gazed in awe at her feet; she was stood at the top tower of an old ruined castle.

The actress shuffled on her feet, she couldn't explain why she felt nervous. 'This is where my parents got married. We used to visit every year on their anniversary.'

'Thank you so much for sharing it with me. I can see why they chose this spot, it really is beautiful.' Myka glowed her green eyes filled with warmth.

'How did they find this place then?' Myka pushed the pensive actress to speak.

'This if where my Mother grew up; Corfe. My father had been on an expedition to Dorset studying the rock formations; they met on the beach just six miles away. My mother used to play here is a child, it was her home, mine too actually.' Helena glanced away the nerves creeping back as she spilt more personal information to the museum curator.

Myka moved up close behind the actress and wrapped her arms around the raven heads slim waist resting her chin lightly on the actresses shoulder. 'Have you brought me here today because of what I said yesterday? You don't have to prove yourself to me, you know that right?'

'Of course darling.' Helena leant back into Myka's warm body. ' I just thought you might enjoy a break from the city…and well…. I wanted to bring you here.'

'I'm really glad you did.' The brunette nuzzled gently at the actress's neck. 'You know visiting the countryside is one my favourite things, I love escaping the madness of London. ' Myka gazed into the distance. 'It's like you knew. '

'I'm glad you like it.' Helena turned to face the brunette and kissed soft pink lips.

A sharp whistle blew in the distance and instantly Helena pulled away grabbing Myka by the hand as she started to tug her down the steps towards the steep hill back to the village.

'What is it ?' Myka followed hastily allowing herself to be lead through the old ruins.

'The train ! Quick. Last one to the station is a rotten egg.' Helena began to run and found a tight grip on her wrist. Stopping briefly Myka leaned in and captured the actresses' lips again with her own. The museum curator raised an eyebrow and looked at the actress questioningly ' You aren't serious Helena Wells ...who would have thought you would be so childish...'

Helena was about to respond when all of a sudden she found her legs swept from beneath her. Myka had knocked her completely off of her feet catching her just before she hit the ground and placed her gently on the grass before running into the distance.

' Loser buys ice creams ! ' Myka yelled back as she made a dash straight for the village station.