Yes I know - two chapters in one day. But you guys absolutely spoil me with your posts - so I thought I'd return the favor.

That said - this is it - the proverbial 'climax' of the story (pun intended) and it's been done so well a bazillion times by wonderful writers that it's hard not to think this will disappoint some.

That said - I know I'm along when I say this - but Jane always annoyed me in canon. I know, I know Pete's mom and all ...but something irked me about her. Still - loved her as the Captain.

Sensations

Myka had been right about one thing – Helena had never given a private reading of her works. It never occurred to her that anyone would want her to of course. She had accepted a long time ago that the world had an easier time accepting that a man could dream things up, rather than that a woman had actually invented those things. Now she sat in the middle of someone's living room who had dreamed of this day. She could feel Myka's intense gaze on her as she read, and in spite of the fact Myka knew the story by heart, she reacted as if this was the first time she was hearing it.

Was there anything more romantic that someone reading you words that they wrote? Myka didn't think so. When she heard Helena's voice getting scratchy from reading, she realized she had never stopped. …even after the short passage.

"I cannot tell you…..," Myka said overwhelmed with gratitude and astonishment.

"My pleasure," Helena said closing the book.

"I can't believe I am sitting here right now with you," Myka said dreamy-eyed.

"Well no one would expect HG Wells…," Helena started to say, but Myka interrupted her.

"No Helena. Not HG Wells – the author, inventor, genius. You - Helena," Myka said of the amazing woman sitting on her couch. Even by Myka's own admission, flattery will get you everywhere.

Helena leaned across the small space between then and whispered thank you and pressed her lips into Myka's. That was the last straw.

"Myka, I am a patient woman," Helena tried to explain.

"No you're not," Myka whispered back and the laugh came up deep from her throat. Helena took it as her signal to not even try to hold back anymore.

Of all the things Helena liked in Myka's apartment, at the moment it was the oversized leather couch that allowed for extremely easy movability. Helena's hands were under Myka gently positioning her in a horizontal position, her own body alongside her with her hand on Myka's shoulder pushing her down. What kept Myka in place was the full throttle kiss, Helena's tongue pleading for entrance. Myka could feel Helena's hands gently touching her and an aching she had never known commenced. Myka remembered what that touch was like and how irresistible she found it. Myka reached out and put her hands through Helena's silky black hair and pulled her into her chest. Helena's hand slipped up under Myka's t shirt and found its target and gently squeezed it, sending a gasp of excitement from Myka's mouth.

This was the first time Helena was in Myka's apartment, but she pulled her up and started to walk her to where she thought the bedroom might be. Helena let Myka walk in first, constantly accessing if Myka was okay with this. Myka smiled demurely as Helena resumed her actions, this time pushing the t shirt off. Trails of kisses went from Myka's neck downward as Helena gently pushed her onto the bed, her knee between Myka's legs. Myka's earlier embarrassment about wearing sweatpants had turned into her greatest ally as they gave way without a struggle to Helena's hands. Now Myka laid there in almost the same stage of dress that morning in Helena's guest room. She was excited, but hesitant then. Now she was simply on fire. The more Helena touched her, the more the unfamiliar ache grew, and she pulled Helena into her and held on tightly out of fear she would propel off the bed.

This, Myka understood now, was what it felt like to hurt so good.

Helena was not a novice, but even she was amazed at how alive her body was and how every part of it yearned for Myka. She could hardly control herself – her mouth wanted to taste and devour her and her hands roamed as if they couldn't get enough of Myka's touch.

"Oh my God," Myka said in a throaty tone when Helena drag her hand up her exposed leg. Nothing was going to get in her way, and she simply pushed the fabric out of her way to expose and invade where she knew she could bring Myka the greatest release. Helena's leg pinned Myka's leg under it, and she slowly began the excruciating teasing until Myka grabbed her head with both hands – and begged her.

Myka convulsed in her climax.

Helena leaned into Myka once she stopped gasping and gently kissed her. "Oh God, Helena – I never," Myka said of her experience. Helena was quite pleased with that confession.

"I don't know…," Myka said because this was all new to her.

Helena would not allow her to doubt herself now. She took Myka's hand and kissed it.

"You did just fine before," Helena said sliding Myka's hand back to where she had inadvertently put it when she was cleaning Helena's blouse. "I thought it was rather an expert move to touch my breast," the Brit teased and Myka melded into her.

Myka let her fingers graze Helena's skin and no matter where she did it, she heard Helena moan lowly. She moved alongside Helena now, and kissed those lips that she had watched moving as she read. She lifted Helena's blouse over her head and pulled the bra straps down, just to expose enough skin that her kisses could cover. Helena pulled Myka's head into her and if she didn't think it would scare her, she would have begged her to bite her. She couldn't get Myka deep enough into her. Myka pushed at the rest of Helena's clothing and touched her until her flesh erupted into goose bumps. Myka was taking her time, not to torture, but to do it well – until Helena couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed her hand and guided it – there was no need for gracefulness now – anything Myka did was enough to send Helena over the edge. She had been waiting weeks for this – and a strong air current could have pushed her over. Helena shouted the affirmative three letter word until she couldn't speak.

Myka had just taken her to the place she once proposed men could travel to - - and back.

Myka collapsed into Helena's arms and rested her head on her chest. They fell asleep in each other's arms – their aura's having combined for the very first time.

Making love to your One was a whole different experience.

Helena awoke at 4 AM and covered Myka with the blanket and got dressed. Myka stirred and grabbed for Helena. "I have to go home and change, darling, for an early meeting. We really need to do this on the weekend," Helena teased. Helena was also trying to protect Myka. Since Helena curtailed her trysts, the local reporters were quite bored. They were used to following her to clubs and restaurants and waiting in cars to take pictures of the men leaving her Penthouse.

She wanted to leave undetected …after completing one piece of business.

She kissed Myka and left the apartment - and for the first time she was unbronzed, Helena did not hesitate at eh elevator's opening. She was pleased when she saw the young doorman at his station. She was just going to have a word with him. A very clear word.

"Mr. Lopez, my name is Helena Wells and you are lucky I am in such a good mood because you see, I had every intention of doing you harm," Helena said truthfully.

Helena's eyes widened as she felt the distinct sting of the Tesla set to its lowest setting. How the hell did Thomas have a Tesla, she wondered? Then Helena realized Thomas was as surprised as she was.

Whoever shot her was behind her.

Yes I know Helena would probably not leave ...but as you can see, I needed her to.

(Begs forgiveness)