Thank you all for your lovely reviews and messages. I had the most amazing time. ...Still here actually...back properly Saturday.
.But anyway... I had an early few mornings due to jet lag and a writing app on my phone so here's the next few chapters cos you're all so lovely. Hope they're ok and please forgive errors. Typos are so much easier on a phone !
Running at full pelt Helena was soon on Myka's heels. Just inches away she pondered over her desire to win the race. Should she let Myka run freely across the finish line or grab the brunette around the waist and claim her victory?
Helena launched herself onto the pretty museum curator and the two of them tumbled onto the grass , some how though, Myka managed to remain on top as she ended up straddling the actress and pinning her to the ground.
Myka tutted and leaned tantalisingly close to Helena, only millimetres from the gorgeous actress's full lips. 'That was devious Miss Wells. Now you really should be punished.'
Ignoring a few unbelieving stares and a couple of camera phone clicks from behind the station railings. Helena raised an eyebrow intrigued to know more about her 'punishment'. ' Oh please don't ' The actresses reply dripped with sarcasm.
'Hmm. I think you're enjoying this far too much. ' Myka let her hands slide further up Helena's arms to her wrists.
Inadvertently Helena thrust forward . ' No...not one bit . I really wish you would stop.' The actresses eyes smouldred. Rarelyb one for letting go of control she was finding Myka Berings position quite amenable.
'Helena Wells ? Is that you ? ' The old train master had come out of his station hut and approached the two women lying on the grass of his embankment.
Thrown a little by the interuptance both women turned to look at the old leathery man but found themselves unable to move from their intimate position.
'I ugh ...yes. It is. How can I help ? ' Helena shrugged still lying on the ground with Myka's thighs straddling her waist.
'I've been trying to get hold of you for nye on eight years.' The old man rubbed coal stained fingers across his sweaty brow. ' My name's Artie, I used to know your father.'
Helena and Myka scrambled to their feet both a little perturbed.
' You do ?' The actress stood in front of Myka protectively , in her line of work you could never be too careful.
' Yes lass. I used to own the old jewelers around the corner I had a package for your father . It was ready for him to pick up the day he...well you know. ...That day .' The old man scuffed his shoes against the gravel.
Helena knew exactly what day he referred to. The day she lost her family.
The old boy continued. ' It was all bought and paid for. It wouldn't have been right for me to keep it. My grandson runs the store now but if you could pop by in the morning when it's open I'll make sure the parcel is ready for you.'
Helena looked at Myka unsure what to do. She hadn't planned on keeping the brunette out another night.
'Artie, I thank you for your devotion to my father's wishes. Sadly I'm only here for the day, could I give you a forwarding address ?' Helena scrambled hastily in her bag for a pen and paper.
'Sweetie.' Myka placed a calming hand on Helena's arm. ' It's Saturday tomorrow. I don't have anything to be back for unless you do ? There must be a b&b around here somewhere. ' Myka smiled as she saw the relief cross the actresses face.
'Are you sure darling ? It wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience?'
' Helena, I can't think of anything else I'd rather do.'
The actress fought the urge to grab the museum curator and kiss her all over.
'Great! Well you girls have a good night...I'll see you in the morrow then. ' Artie winked his eye , tipped his cap and just as abruptly as he arrived he returned back towards the station.
'Thank you Myka.' Helena felt her heart flutter.
'Hey it's really no problem. Spending time with you isn't exactly a hardship. ' Myka beamed and wrapped a hand confidently around the petite actresses waist. ' I do think this means I win though and you're going to have to buy ice creams.' The brunette tapped the actress on the nose and pulled her towards the station.
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Helena watched the curly haired brunette as she leant out the train window a smile plastered across her face. The squeal from the American as she spotted that the train was an old steam powered engine to Helena was priceless. Making Myka happy was turning into one of her favourite things.
The actress let her gaze swoop down to the museum curator's pert bottom and wondered how else she might make the pretty brunette squeal.
'What are you thinking ?' Myka didn't even turn as she spoke wistfully to the actress behind her. The wind rushing through her curly locks felt amazing and the smell of the steam as the train chugged along the tracks was delicious.
'Just wondering where we should stay tonight.' Helena lied not wanting to be too eager with her adorations. She didn't want to scare the museum curator away. Helena stepped forward and wrapped an arm around the brunette . She wanted to look after the woman in her arms forever, she knew it and her heart knew it. It had to be what poets describe as love at first sight the actress thought. Helena wondered if Myka would run a mile if she could hear her musings.
'We can sleep under the stars for all I care ...as long as I have you to keep me warm.' Myka let a hand slip down and onto Helena's.
'I think I can managed that ma lady. 'Helena tipped her head and pulled Myka a little closer by the waist. 'I can take you to my old house if you like? ...it won't have been aired or heated for a while though...it's not far.. or maybe...'
'I would love too sweetie. Really love too. ' Myka interrupted the actress before she could back out of her idea.
Helena pursed her lips and gazed into the brunettes green eyes. Myka was incredible. ' Very well...who knows though I haven't been back for years...we may end up sleeping under the stars yet.'
'As I said as long as you keep me warm.' Myka blushed and looked back out the window.
'Why do you do that ?' Helena let her nails drag against the other woman as she ran her hand softly down the brunettes back.
'What ?' Myka shrugged coyly.
' You say something suggestive to me and look away at the same time. You don't need to be shy... On my life I swear your advances are fully wanted.' Helena's eyes sparkled as she tried to show the brunette that she could trust her completely.
' I just feel a little nervous sometimes. Trust me this is good for me. I would never say a word normally. ...any way wasn't it me pinning you down earlier ?'
'True' The actress nodded. 'I liked it very much.' Helena shuffled closer to the historian. '
'This is all so new to me Helena. It's not because you're a movie star or anything like that...although that is slightly intimidating...It's well...you're a woman. ' Myka looked at her feet . ' I don't want to do something wrong.' The brunette practically whispered her last utterance.
Helena took a moment to process what exactly Myka meant and felt happy she had made the decision she had the night before. Through any bravado Myka Bering was still that pretty little rabbit caught in the headlights on premier night.
'Darling. As much as I love every flirtation,every glance and every touch from you,please don't feel pressured. I don't expect anything and I want this thing between to us to move at entirely your pace.' Helena took the brunettes hand and brushed her dark hair out of her eyes.
Myka felt her heart flip once more as she watched the actress bite her lip. Was there anything that wasn't perfect about Helena. 'Thank you sweetie...I promise you though no matter how shy I may come across from time to time I really do thatwant this a lot...and you are making it very easy right now for me to fall for you.' Myka gasped slightly realising what she had just said.
'You think you're falling for me ?' Helena spoke softly her gaze unwavering.
' Sorry, that was too much wasn't it. Ignore. See I knew I'd mess up , that's why I get nervous when I speak, I can't trust myself not to mess this up.' The brunette fumbled with her bag until Helena's hand lay gently across her own.
'No. Myka. You have done no such thing. In fact I can quite safely say I am falling for you myself. '
Myka felt a lump hitch in her throat and with wattery eyes her lips turned up and into a big grin.
'I'm not sure if your agent would be too happy to hear you say that.' The museum curator deffered the affections being made in her direction.
'I think you know I couldn't give a damn about that Miss Bering. ' Helena leaned forward and whispered into the brunette s ear. 'If I'm completely honest I'm not just falling... I've fallen hard already. Myka Bering you have caught the notorious HG Wells hook line and sinker.'
Unsure what to say Myka pulled the smaller woman to her side hooking her hand up into Helena's hair and looked back out the window as the seaside town of swanage fast approached.
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Meanwhile in the cyber world of Twitter. Facebook, Google and blogging a photograph of Myka Bering holding H G Wells by her wrists on the grassy floor begins to spread. Her phone on silent Helena misses the constant ping after ping as she is mentioned on Twitter. To the brooding actress there is little more important in the world in that moment than Myka Bering. Her phone is on silent for a reason, she doesn't want to take the call from Irene, she doesn't want to text Pete back to explain what she's doing with Myka instead of promoting their movie at the new club opening in Soho. Helena has locked her phone in her purse firmly out of sight and welcomes the silence.