The sun was barely peaking around the curtains when the buzzing of a cellphone snapped Myka out of the most relaxing sleep she'd had in years. She knew it wasn't her own because she'd turned her device off days ago.

She suddenly became aware of the body snuggled up to the front of hers. The phone beeped again but Helena didn't move. Myka knew she was still asleep by the deep slow breathing she felt against her chest.

Myka removed her left hand from Helena's waist and slid it over her velvety smooth bare hip. She'd caressed that same hip many times just hours before. But still the Brit didn't move. Helena was as stubborn in her sleep as she was awake.

With her chin she nuzzled a wayward strand of Helena's hair back so she could kiss the side of her neck and nibble the top of her shoulder. It didn't take much of that to bring Helena from her slumber.

"Mmmmm…" Helena stretched her body. She was acutely aware of the soft, warm lips on her neck and shoulder. Just as she was about to turn over to wrap her arms around Myka and continue what they started the previous night, she heard the familiar cellphone tone. "Bollocks", she cursed.

Helena scurried out of bed swiping the phone from the bedside table. Myka watched her naked body shuffle into the bathroom. She only heard Helena answer the phone; after that, the bathroom door was closed and the water of the shower was turned on drowning out any conversation she may overhear.

Flopping onto her back, Myka couldn't help by smile as the events of the previous night replayed in her head—from their arm-in-arm walk to a night of passion that went from slow, unsure touches to hurried, wanton advances. She could still feel Helena's skilled mouth all over her body. Her body began to heat and throb at the memory. No one had ever elicited such responses from her the way Helena had.

Moments later, Helena stomped out of the bathroom unabashedly naked and plopped down on the end of the bed. Her head hung low as she rubbed her hands together. "I've been instructed to promptly return." She spoke to the floor.

Myka crawled to the end of the bed where Helena was still fidgeting. "Is everything okay?"

Helena shrugged her drooping shoulders. "I suppose."

"I'm sure," Myka licked her lips before kissing the back of Helena's exposed neck, "they've been at a loss," kiss, "without their most," kiss, "intelligent", kiss, "and highly capable," kiss, "colleague."

Helena momentarily forgot about the Regents. The feeling of Myka's lips on her body was nothing like she had ever imagined. Turning slightly, she pulled Myka onto her lap. Her hands caressed her hips and behind while Myka shifted to straddle her legs. Helena looked upwards into Myka's heavy-lidded, soulful eyes before dipping her head to kiss and nip at first one breast then the other. Myka's fingers tugging gently at her hair only encouraged her more.

They fell back onto the bed in a fury of hands and legs and mouths. But Myka quickly slowed down their pace with an outstretched arm to Helena's chest.

Quizzically, Helena angled her head to the right silently questioning Myka's motives.

"We…we don't know what awaits us when we get back or what comes next so…" She didn't finish her sentence before gently kissing the corner of Helena's mouth then down to her chin. Dragging her bottom lip back up to Helena's mouth, she continued. "I want to get as much of you as I can."

"Agreed." Helena mumbled against the pair of lips that were having their way with her own. But her eyes flew back open when she felt Myka's hand suddenly and assuredly land between her legs. The saucy look Myka gave her was something she'd not seen from her before. She liked it. It turned her on. Very much on.

Three hours later they were at the airport arranging their flight back to the warehouse. It wasn't easy getting back to the middle of nowhere very fast. While they waited for the ticket agent to search available routes, Helena and Myka both tried not to think about what transpired between them the last few hours. But it was impossible. Every moment flashed through like a slow playing moving.

"Let's go first class." Helena said suddenly with a childlike enthusiasm. Of course she liked only the best.

"I'm pretty sure the Regents wouldn't approve of that."

"Myka, you just stayed in one of the most expensive hotels in Boston for over a week. And I'm fairly certain you can expense this escapade as a…psychological retreat."

Myka put her hands on her hips. "Whoa. I'm not crazy."

With a smile on her lips, Helena grasped both of Myka's hands into her own and rubbed the tops with her thumbs. "Is that a fact?" Helena smirked.

"Funny."

It was after dark when their second plane was nearing its final destination in South Dakota. There would still be at least an hour drive back to Leena's. Myka looked over at the sleeping Helena next to her. Her head was resting on the window and the thin airport blanket pulled up to her shoulders. She looked so innocent. Myka laughed to herself at that thought. Helena was anything but innocent.

After awhile she turned away hoping her staring wouldn't wake her. But it was hard not to look at her. She was beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful…inside and out. It was hard to imagine life before H.G. Wells, well the real H.G. Wells and not the illusionary literary H.G. Wells.

While waiting for the flight attendant to bring her the napkin she had quietly asked for, Myka rummaged around in her bag for a pen. She scribbled what had come to mind when she gazed over at Helena. It was something she'd read awhile back and suddenly it was very pertinent.

Just as she gently poked the crumpled paper into Helena's coat pocket, the plane lurched forward as it hit the pavement and Helena stirred awake. In a few hours they'd be back to how it was before and yet nothing would be like it was before.

They held hands the entire drive back to the Bed & Breakfast but didn't say much, although there was so much that needed to be said.

Myka drove the rented car slowly up the driveway and shut off the engine, but neither of them made a move to get out. The awkward silence hung heavy between them. They weren't ready for the unknown.

"Do we tell them?" Helena asked. She knew what answer she wanted to hear but despite knowing Myka as well as she did, she wasn't sure of the answer she would be given.

But the look that Myka gave her made her forget caring if anyone knew. Truthfully, she wanted to tell the world that she loved Myka and to Hell with anyone who had an issue with it. Helena placed an open hand on Myka's cheek and when she turned her face into her, Helena's heart melted again. The things that curly haired brunette did to her.

"I don't care what they think. I don't." Myka assured her. "But this…this is our thing. Everything in my life I have to share with these guys. I want something…one thing…that's just mine…ours. For awhile at least."

"Then it shall be." Helena looked out the window making sure the house and anyone peeking outside couldn't see them, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to Myka's. It was a kiss to last them a lifetime if necessary. A kiss forever burned into their memories.

There was a promise in that kiss that ran deeper than keeping their newfound relationship a secret.