Helena woke up to the sound of the closet door banging shut loudly, and Hunnigan's voice hissing quiet curse words at the handle slipping from her grasp.
"What are you doing?" Helena yawned and looked at the clock. It was barely seven in the morning, and knowing Hunnigan, she'd been up at least an hour, possibly longer. After managing to blink away the sleep from her eyes, Helena realized Hunnigan was fully dressed in a black suit, a white collared shirt underneath it with the collar popped, glasses on her nose (the narrow square ones with the thin black wire frames— Helena personally preferred those on Hunnigan; they suited her better than the tinted ones with the red frames), hair tied neatly back, her trusty black leather messenger bag hanging on her shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Helena amended her question.
"Nowhere, I forgot I got suspended, and I got dressed and ready to go just out of muscle memory," Hunnigan sighed and put her bag down.
"Aw, baby," Helena offered a rueful smile and got out of bed. "Knowing you, you're gonna be doing this for weeks to come," she then smirked and paused to stand in front of Hunnigan.
"Probably," the taller woman sighed, then raised her eyebrow a little when Helena gently pushed the jacket off of Hunnigan's shoulders and hung it on the back of a chair before proceeding to slowly undo the buttons of her shirt.
Helena knew Hunnigan hardly needed any assistance with that, not since her humerus had healed anyway, but during that time, Helena had grown quite fond of the intimate little moments of undressing Hunnigan, or alternatively, buttoning up her shirt for her.
"But...since you don't have to go anywhere, and since I won't be going anywhere either until later this afternoon...how about we just go back to bed and schhhnuggle?" Helena suggested and began to work the sterling silver and carbon fiber cufflink out from the buttonhole it was set in.
"Oh, you know me, I can never resist a good schhhnuggling," Hunnigan smiled and undid her hair while Helena removed the remaining cufflink, turned to put them back into the jewelry box on the dresser, and then let her hands slip underneath Hunnigan's shirt, barely resisting the urge to hum in pleasure at the feel of her skin underneath her palms.
"You feel so nice," Helena said happily as she pressed herself against Hunnigan, her hands roaming over Hunnigan's stomach and waist. "And you smell delicious," she added, taking a long, slow inhale.
"Sorry, no sweat today," Hunnigan chuckled and took her glasses off.
"This is fine too," Helena commented, taking another inhale of the scent that had a hint of cinnamon and apple mottled with mandarin, lavender, and sandalwood, and some kind of herbs Helena couldn't quite place. She'd been meaning to ask Hunnigan what the perfume was (or she could've just gone through the bottles), but a part of her liked the mystery, her relationship with it having grown similar to the one she had with the taste of Dr. Pepper; she couldn't quite tell if it was almond or cherry, or something else, and she didn't want to look it up because knowing for sure would ruin it.
"And you look...so... hot," Helena then commented after taking a step back and shamelessly staring at Hunnigan.
Her shirt was untucked and open, the white of it in pleasing contrast against Hunnigan's skin and the black bra she wore. She wouldn't have noticed the black belt if it weren't for the belt buckle that stood out from the black background of her slacks, the shade of the belt of course matching the leather Chelsea boots she wore.
Hunnigan wasn't one to follow fashion trends, but she knew her way around the little details most people wouldn't necessarily pay attention to when it came to picking out clothes and accessories, but those who knew, knew. Helena could say with confidence Hunnigan was the only woman she knew who wore cufflinks and would spend over four hundred bucks on a belt buckle that looked like just a simple rectangle (but of course it was sterling silver, again, those who knew, knew, and they would be the ones who would notice and applaud the attention to detail), and she was also the only person Helena knew who looked so fucking good in a suit.
Granted, she looked great in anything, the woman could pull off gray sweatpants and a raggedy T-shirt if necessary and still manage to look regal, but a suit...it was as if Hunnigan was born to wear one.
Do I have a clothing fetish? Helena wondered silently for a second, but dismissed it then; it wasn't about the clothing, it was about the woman wearing them.
"Maybe women in suits satisfy your latent heterosexual tendencies," Hunnigan smirked, and Helena blew a raspberry.
"Everybody knows you're 'the husband' in this marriage, you don't need to be in a suit for that," she rolled her eyes.
"Wait-wait-wait, are you saying you're my housewife?"
"Well, I mean, I would look great in a polkadot dress and a pearl necklace."
"You know what...no joke, you would look fantastic in a polkadot dress," Hunnigan said after taking a moment to imagine it.
"Plus, I already iron your shirts and do most of the cleaning"—
"I would do more cleaning if you ever left me anything to clean, it's not my fault you're a neatfreak," Hunnigan interjected, and Helena didn't bother commenting on that. It was mostly true.
"...but, for the record, it's not 'women' in suits, it's you in a suit, especially when you're a little disheveled, with your hair down and your shirt open, you're... so damn good," Helena said, ignoring Hunnigan's argument.
"I'm telling you, it's the suit, even Skylark would look hot if you put her in a suit ."
"And just like that, the magic is gone, my vagina dehydrated, and my point about this not being just about the suit has been proven."
"Are you that shallow?" Hunnigan teased.
"Me? No. My vagina, however, she's very picky, and you need more than a little Armani to get her excited."
I sure do talk dirty a lot for someone who allegedly wants nothing to do with sex, Helena then mused as Hunnigan removed her shoes.
Yeah, well. So what? she then shrugged mentally, and to her surprise, there was no further internal argument over it. She had to pause for a second to just marvel at that, did this mean she was...dare she even think it...beginning to see some results of all the work she'd put into recovering? She dared to hope, allowing herself cautious optimism.
"I respect that," Hunnigan chuckled.
"Besides, you know what they say, you can put lipstick on a pig, and you can put an Armani suit on Skylark, but at the end of the day..." Helena trailed off.
"Fair enough, but can we stop talking about her? I'm 35 years old, mother nature is already working on dehydrating my vagina, I can't afford to let thoughts of Skylark add to that," Hunnigan smirked.
"Absolutely," Helena agreed, lowered her hands onto the (overpriced) belt buckle, opened it and then undid the button and zipper of the pants. Wordlessly but with a grin growing in the corner of her mouth, Helena slipped her hands between the fabric and Hunnigan's skin, pushed the slacks down to Hunnigan's thighs, running her hands over Hunnigan's ass as she did. Hunnigan nudged herself free from the pants and stepped out of them once they were on the floor, and Helena tugged on her.
She moved them toward the bed and let herself fall onto her back, pulling Hunnigan with her.
"Hey there," Hunnigan smiled as she hovered over Helena resting her weight on her arms, her hair cascading over her shoulders and into Helena's face.
"Hello, my beautiful lovely," Helena smiled back, gathered Hunnigan's hair into her hands and pushed it back, holding it in her right hand while sliding the left underneath the shirt, over Hunnigan's side to caress her back.
"I'm feeling a little underdressed," Helena then said, glancing down at her Pittsburgh Pirates T-shirt that had once been black but had faded into a light shade of gray ages ago, and her burgundy boxer shorts that were starting to fall apart at the seams but which she loved to sleep in.
"Perhaps I'm overdressed," Hunnigan shrugged one shoulder and sat up straight, straddling Helena's waist.
"Who exactly do you wear the sexy lingerie underneath your suit for anyway?" Helena jokingly narrowed her eyes at Hunnigan before turning her attention to the elegant bra and the matching briefs. She'd said it before but she was willing to say it again: Hunnigan had great taste in underwear.
"I obviously don't wear it to the office for anyone there; I wear it for you, for the moment I come home and change into something more comfortable, and you can't stop staring when I undress," Hunnigan said and shrugged the shirt off her shoulders.
"You'd...noticed that?" Helena asked awkwardly.
"Oh, honey, you're not anywhere near as subtle as you think you are," Hunnigan laughed softly as she reached to toss the shirt onto the chair her jacket was already on.
"Oh, my God," Helena breathed, "so you've been doing it since I first moved in? And...you've been aware of my staring since the beginning," she muttered, feeling her face starting to turn red from embarrassment.
"What, you think I undress slowly and all seductively when you're not looking?" Hunnigan smirked. "But, by my calculations we've got about three months before we hit the sixth month of our relationship which is when the honeymoon-period ends and we can stop making an effort, so enjoy this while it lasts, it'll be beige granny panties from February onward," she then said, gesturing at herself, and Helena laughed.
"I love you, Ingrid, even in beige granny panties," she sighed happily.
"I love you too," Hunnigan responded with a smile and was about to move off of Helena, but Helena put her hand on Hunnigan's waist and stopped her.
"Whoa, you can't tell me to enjoy something and then take it away five seconds later," she complained and Hunnigan rolled her eyes a little, still smiling.
"All right, stare to your heart's content," she sighed in mock exasperation, straightened her back and put her hands on her hips as she remained straddling Helena.
"Hold on, let me switch to fullscreen-mode," Helena said and used her thumbs and index fingers to push her eyelids as open as she could get them, and Hunnigan threw her head back as she burst out laughing at the younger woman's antics.
Slowly, their laughter dissolved into a series of quiet giggles that eventually tapered off as they grew more serious, a comfortable silence draping over them as Hunnigan took Helena's hands into her own, interlacing their fingers, and held on as she simply remained there, looking at Helena looking at her.
For a flash, Helena imagined tugging the underwear aside and just—
Calm down, you horny frat boy, ever heard of foreplay?
Not an intrusive thought, not this time; for once, it was herself, and realizing that filled Helena with a sense of triumph, perhaps she was finally starting to be rid of some of her demons. She swallowed hard, felt her pulse quicken and her breath grow a little faster as she stared at Hunnigan, her mind several steps ahead from where she was, her body still reluctant to follow and actually do any of the things she imagined despite the opportunity to experience it in real-time being right there.
"Are you okay?" Hunnigan asked softly, running the backs of her fingers over Helena's cheek gently.
"Yeah," Helena said after taking a deep breath, needing to swallow hard again. "Just...enjoying the view and thinking," she offered a small grin.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, you know, naughty stuff," Helena exhaled, shrugging one shoulder a little, feeling her face once more grow warmer as she felt a bit embarrassed when she considered having to tell Hunnigan where her mind had gone. "Actually, it occurs to me that I don't have the slightest idea of what you'd even like," she then realized, her fingers pausing to awkwardly play with the waistband of Hunnigan's briefs.
"What are you asking, what would you like to know exactly?" Hunnigan inquired. She then rose to stand on her knees as Helena sat up and scooted back, Hunnigan following her until they were comfortably in the middle of the bed. Helena pulled her legs in until she sat with them crisscrossed, and Hunnigan sat down in her lap, her legs around Helena and her arms over Helena's shoulders. She leaned into the embrace Helena tightened around her.
"Don't make me say it, you know what I mean," Helena said quietly against Hunnigan's shoulder. She closed her eyes and let out a content, soft sigh when Hunnigan raked her fingers through Helena's hair a few times, then left her palm to rest against the side of Helena's neck, her thumb gently brushing along the mandible and over Helena's earlobe.
"Do you want me to show you?" she whispered in the other ear and Helena felt her pulse hammering in her throat. She tried to answer but wasn't sure what she was even trying to say, ending up stammering nonsense for a few seconds before Hunnigan gently interrupted her.
"Or I could tell you. Or, maybe a little bit of both," she suggested, and Helena once again failed to answer, her brain in the middle of having a meltdown, but at least it was the best meltdown she'd had in her life.
"Want to give me a hand with the bra?" Hunnigan said and Helena mumbled something affirmative. She brought her hands up and unfastened the hooks, allowing Hunnigan to slip her arms out of the garment and toss it over her shoulder to the foot of the bed.
Helena took a deep breath through her nose as she stared at the bare breasts, feeling excited and unnerved at the same time. It was silly to feel that way, she supposed, because this wasn't the first time she'd seen Hunnigan topless —the woman slept naked, for heaven's sake—, but it was different now. Prior to this, it was what Helena called casual nudity, it was like seeing a friend naked in the locker room at the gym, nothing sexual about it. But this...this was the erotic and intimate kind of naked, and Helena didn't know what to do with it.
"Let's start with the basics," Hunnigan said and brought Helena's hand up and onto her breast, her movement slow and clearly indicating what her intent was, offering Helena plenty of time to stop if she felt uncomfortable.
"I don't mind a massage, but I do prefer that the nipples are left alone," she said, pressing her palm over Helena's hand with a little more pressure, encouraging her to feel the breast. "That said, while I don't mind, it doesn't really do anything for me, but if it's something you want to do because you like it, you can go ahead," she then elaborated.
"And you already know how I feel about having mine touched," Helena mumbled a little awkwardly.
"I remember," Hunnigan confirmed quietly and pressed a soft kiss onto Helena's cheek.
"What else?" Helena whispered.
"I like having my stomach touched," Hunnigan said and Helena slowly lowered her hands there.
Hunnigan couldn't possibly have known, but this was something Helena was already aware of, thanks to Hawke. While Helena didn't share her friend's interest and enthusiasm regarding astrology, she'd still practically memorized everything Hawke had written to her about Virgos. According to Hawke, Helena should go right for the middle of Hunnigan's stomach if she wanted to really turn her on, and spend some time kissing along her waistline. Judging from Hunnigan's reaction, Helena had to admit Hawke was definitely onto something, but then again, she'd also claimed that based on her zodiac sign, Hunnigan enjoyed dirty talk and had a crazy sex drive, and frankly, that didn't seem like the Hunnigan Helena knew.
Though, Hawke did say it would take a lot before she'd show that side of herself to her partner, so what do I know? Ugh, and why am I thinking about this? Focus, idiot, Helena mentally shook herself before Hunnigan would notice and hit the brakes, assuming Helena needed to stop.
She turned her full attention back to what was happening and felt Hunnigan's abdomen twitch under her hand and added a little more pressure to prevent accidentally tickling Hunnigan. She let her left hand slide down along Hunnigan's back, tucked her fingertips under the waist of Hunnigan's briefs and gently tugged on them, bringing them just a little lower and out of the way so that she could focus trailing her fingers over Hunnigan's waist.
"What else?" she asked again, growing a little bolder, a little more confident hearing Hunnigan's breath hitch as she touched her.
"Well...if we're talking about what kind of sex I like, I quite enjoy being penetrated," Hunnigan said, and Helena involuntarily shuddered at the word 'penetrated', the mere mention of it enough to make her cringe, the thought of having something inside her more revolting to her than words could express.
This isn't about me, this is about what she likes. Pay attention, you self-centered moron, Helena then told herself.
This was also information Helena was aware of already because she'd once or twice needed to remind Hunnigan to get her dildo out of the dishwasher before Seeley would notice it there and start asking questions.
"But I'm not into any crazy stuff. Call me boring but I'll take the missionary position over some weird sexual acrobatics any day. That, and being spooned."
"What else?" Helena repeated once more, her voice barely a whisper anymore.
"Then there's of course fingering and oral. Love it, and love it, giving and receiving for both. Well, how much I love receiving really depends on the other person, but generally speaking," Hunnigan shrugged one shoulder a little, her fingertips traveling up along Helena's back, skittering over the various scars on the skin, her palm then pressing on her shoulder blade as she brought her hand higher. Helena tilted her head back, her eyes closed as Hunnigan stroked the back and the side of Helena's neck, lightly moving the pad of her thumb in an almost circular movement in the middle of Helena's throat.
"What about you?" Hunnigan asked, her voice low and soft, almost nothing more than an inaudible murmur. "What do you like?" she elaborated, pressing a light kiss onto Helena's shoulder, trailing her lips up along the side of her neck, barely touching one moment, then with more pressure the next, the surface of her tongue flicking over the spot; not in an unpleasant sloppy way but in an unpredictable, extremely arousing sequence. It took Helena several seconds to even comprehend Hunnigan was waiting for an answer, she was beginning to feel like she would pass out from pleasure just having her neck kissed, she didn't dare even imagine what would happen if Hunnigan touched her anywhere else.
"I'm—I don't—oh, God, do that again," Helena stammered instead of giving a coherent answer, and Hunnigan obliged, letting her teeth graze against Helena's skin, then sucked on the spot a little; not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for it to pinch a little and make a wave of goosebumps cascade over Helena's back and up her scalp.
"I don't really even know what I like. I mean...I like this, a lot," Helena finally managed an answer.
"Well, what do you do when you masturbate?" Hunnigan said against Helena's skin.
"Nothing. I just. You know. The usual," Helena said a little too quickly and Hunnigan paused.
"Helena...you do know how to masturbate, don't you?" she asked.
"What kind of a question is that, of course I do, who doesn't," Helena said and scoffed repeatedly to make it extra clear she thought it was ridiculous to suggest she didn't know how.
"Based on everything I've read and heard over the years, a staggering amount of women have no idea how to do it, and that's a shame, honestly," Hunnigan mused.
"Less talking, more kissing," Helena said, but Hunnigan just pulled back a little and gave her that warm, patient smile she always did, and as much as Helena loved that smile, she would've preferred they just continued because she didn't want to go into the embarrassing details which would reveal just how ignorant she was of her own damn body.
She groaned and slumped forward, planting the side of her face against Hunnigan's chest. And we were doing so well, she thought, sighing deeply.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Hunnigan assured, her arm around Helena's shoulders, her right hand still on the side of Helena's neck, her thumb gently tracing the contours of the cartilage of Helena's ear. "I mean, I've always been a bit of a wanker, and it took me 'til my late twenties before I figured out what I really like," Hunnigan then said and Helena chuckled a little despite herself.
"I could give you a long list of things I don't like, but you've read my trauma-journal, so I assume you already have some idea," she then muttered.
"I do."
"This is just so awkward," Helena complained.
"Why?"
"Well...it just is. I should know these things. I should know how to be with a woman, I am a woman, for heaven's sake."
"Sex isn't a 'one size fits all'-kind of a thing, the fact that I like being penetrated and you grimace just hearing the word kind of proves that, don't you think?" Hunnigan chuckled and Helena realized she was indeed grimacing.
"Point taken," she said, making a conscious effort to relax her face.
"You don't have to know anything, and how could you, it's not like you've done this before."
"Uhm, well...I mean...I'm hardly a virgin."
"As far as I'm concerned, yes you are; what happened to you doesn't count," Hunnigan said, her voice gentle and stern at the same time, and Helena swallowed hard against the lump beginning to crawl up her throat as she felt herself surprisingly moved by Hunnigan's words.
"It...actually means a lot to me to hear you say that," she said. She then sat back up, letting her hands rest on Hunnigan's hips and tilted her head back a little to be able to look at Hunnigan. "So...help me...show me," she requested in a passionate whisper, and Hunnigan kissed her.
"May I?" she asked, tugging on the edge of Helena's T-shirt, and Helena nodded, raising her arms so that Hunnigan could pull the shirt off of her. She then just hugged Helena to herself and they remained still like that for a long moment.
"It's all right, we're gonna take it slow, and if you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word. I promise, you're safe with me," Hunnigan said and Helena couldn't keep from moaning a little at the words, the things she'd discussed with Wilkes about needing to feel secure in order to relax enough to even consider having sex becoming so painfully obvious now it was ridiculous. Then again, shouldn't feeling safe and emotionally connected with your partner have been the first thing on anyone's list of things necessary for a sexual relationship? Surely she could not be in the minority with this.
Stop it. Focus, she internally scolded herself again as her mind threatened to wander and ruin what was about to be something wonderful.
"Yes," she breathed out loud then when Hunnigan went back to kissing her neck, gently nudging them a little as she did, and Helena let herself fall onto her back on the bed, her arms wrapped around Hunnigan still as the taller woman now straddled her. She slowly began to make her way downward, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites from the side of Helena's neck to her collarbones, toward the sternum, carefully avoiding touching Helena's breasts, skipping that area and instead pressing her lips onto Helena's ribs, following the path of scars dotting Helena's lower abdomen.
This time, instead of verbally asking for permission, Hunnigan curled her fingers under the waistband of Helena's underwear, and Helena raised her hips off the mattress, allowing Hunnigan to pull them off of her legs, and as she did, Helena became aware of just how wet she'd gotten when she felt the fabric stick to her skin as Hunnigan pulled the boxer briefs off. Judging from the quiet noise Helena heard Hunnigan make —that very soft and so very quiet smack of one's tongue and lips when they open their mouth quickly to take in a surprised breath—she noticed it too, and Helena felt a bit awkward at first, then a bit excited about having managed to get that reaction from Hunnigan.
Hunnigan shifted on the bed slightly and slipped her own underwear off, dropping them onto the floor. Moving back to her original position, she then placed her leg between Helena's, her knee lightly pushing against the now slick and swollen labia, the bare implication of pressure somehow providing a pleasing sensation of release and adding to the heavenly ache at the same time. Helena felt her hips move as if they had a mind of their own, the demanding need for more pressure between her legs too much to ignore. She knew it was clumsy and awkward, but for the first time probably ever, she didn't care; she wasn't embarrassed, she just wanted more. Of what exactly, she couldn't say, not for certain, she didn't know what would do the trick, she just needed... more.
Hunnigan let Helena grind against her for as long as it took for it to become obvious that Helena was prolonging it only because she had no idea how to continue from there.
"Ingrid..." she said in a frustrated groan when Hunnigan moved to lay beside her, taking away the only thing that had been providing any semblance of release.
"Do you trust me?" Hunnigan asked, nuzzling into the side of Helena's neck as her hand rested on the younger woman's abdomen that were undulating in sync with her quickened breaths.
"With my life," Helena responded without a pause and Hunnigan moved her hand lower slowly, once again taking the time to make her intentions clear and give Helena a chance to stop her if she felt it necessary.
She paused to circle Helena's navel with her fingertips before moving further down, stopping to play with the coarse hair between Helena's legs— trimmed, but never shaved, as she considered a shaven vulva to look about as appealing as an uncooked chicken breast did, and when they'd had a brief discussion about it, she'd been glad to hear Hunnigan shared her sentiment.
Concentrate, Helena told herself again, refocusing on what was happening much easier now thanks to the overwhelming need still burning inside her, growing white hot the longer Hunnigan kept teasing her, the slender and nimble fingers skating on the edges of where exactly Helena needed to be touched but intentionally avoiding making direct contact.
And then it happened: Helena impatiently raised her hips just a little, the movement causing Hunnigan's middle-and index fingers to easily glide between the slippery lips, the digits accidentally brushing against Helena's hard and swollen clit, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. Helena felt her entire body twitch when Hunnigan massaged a gentle but firm circle over Helena's clit, her pace calm but no longer teasing, instead adjusting to the rhythm at which Helena's hips moved. It felt amazing, but even that wasn't it, she still needed something more, and not knowing what it was or how to tell Hunnigan that frustrated her.
"When you masturbate, are you on your back or on your stomach?" Hunnigan then asked, Helena assuming her frustration had become obvious.
"I, um...I'm usually on my stomach," she answered.
"Turn around," Hunnigan then instructed and Helena did so, grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her chin as Hunnigan straddled her ass and leaned forward, resting her weight on her left arm, bringing the other between Helena's body and the mattress, her hand finding its place between Helena's legs.
"That's it," Helena gasped when Hunnigan pressed her fingers over her clit and began to rub against it, the rhythm now faster as Helena set the pace, moving her hips almost frantically as she ground against Hunnigan's hand. Helena moaned into the pillow at the feel of Hunnigan's body pressed against her own, her breasts against Helena's shoulder blades, her lips on the side of Helena's neck, the sound and feel of breath on her skin. It was amazing and it was almost too much, it was overwhelming but in the best possible way.
"I love you," Hunnigan whispered, and then, for the first time in her life, Helena Harper had an orgasm that wasn't laced with pain and humiliation, and amounted to much more than just the hollow result of quickly and bitterly rubbing one out while feeling disgusted with herself for even wanting it in the first place; she had an orgasm the way they were meant to be had, and it was every bit as wonderful as it was in all the stories she'd read never really truly believing such things were possible outside the ridiculous love scenes depicted in romance novels. But, here she was, out of breath, shivering, sweating, feeling her body tense up and then relax in a way it hadn't really before, feeling a bit dazed and out of it.
Hunnigan remained in her spot, her fingers still working between Helena's legs, only now with less pressure, stroking at a much slower pace until the contractions tapered off. She then moved to lay on her side on the bed and Helena turned around, still catching her breath.
"Oh, my God," was all she managed to say, her lips and throat dry from all the panting.
"Your pupils are so dilated right now," Hunnigan commented with a gentle laugh, and Helena let out an amused scoff.
"Yeah, that makes sense, because I feel so fucking high right now," she said. At least, she assumed this was what it felt like, she'd never actually been high so she couldn't say for sure.
"I need water," Helena then said after a couple of minutes of recovering and slowly sat up. "Do you want anything?" she asked Hunnigan who requested a glass of water too. Helena made her way to the kitchen with slightly wobbly legs, hurrying a little because she didn't want to get caught naked by Seeley, who hopefully was still fast asleep in his room.
I can't believe that just happened, Helena thought as she let the tap run for a moment, waiting for the water to get cold, a giddy little grin growing on her lips when she took a moment to internally have a teen girl-type of a happy freakout when she considered the fact that Ingrid Del Rey had just made love to her, the mere thought causing yet another twitch of arousal travel through her lower abdomen.
She blew out a breath and filled two tall glasses with water before heading back to the bedroom.
"What's that smell?" she frowned when she noticed the scent upon entering the room. Some of it was the sweet remnants of Hunnigan's perfume, the rest—Helena couldn't put her finger on it but she realized what it was the moment she'd finished asking.
"I don't smell anything, but if I had to guess..." Hunnigan began as she lay on her back on the bed, her hand resting against her chin. "...I'd say it's the smell of sex," she said, and inhaled deeply after moving her fingers under her nose.
"Are you seriously smelling your fingers right now?" Helena grimaced and sat on the bed.
"Oh, so you're allowed to smell my armpits but I'm not allowed to smell my fingers after sex?" Hunnigan quirked an eyebrow.
"That's different," Helena argued.
"How?" Hunnigan chuckled.
"It just is," Helena said. "Wash your hands or I won't give you any water," she then threatened playfully, and Hunnigan responded by shamelessly sticking the tips of her fingers into her mouth, proceeding to suck on them before pulling them out with a loud smack.
"That can not be hygienic," Helena finally managed after several seconds of stunned silence.
"Not the point, babe," Hunnigan laughed, grabbed the glass of water and drank it.
"You know...it occurs to me I didn't return the favor," Helena then said once they'd finished rehydrating, the empty glasses now on the nightstand.
"I figured you'd have your hands full recovering from your own orgasm, so the first one's on the house," Hunnigan smiled.
"Now you sound like a drug dealer."
"Well, I did get you high, didn't I?"
"Yes, and now I want to get you high," Helena said and moved on top of Hunnigan.
"Far be it from me to deny you the pleasure of doing that," Hunnigan said softly when Helena kissed along her jawline, moved to the side of her neck and kept going further down, over the exquisite collarbones, over her chest and between her breasts, taking a moment to press gentle kisses to the sides of them but not stopping there for long since she'd already been told having her breasts touched didn't really do much anything for Hunnigan. Helena knew a better spot to turn her attention to anyway, and lowered herself on the bed until she was able to kiss the area right in the middle of Hunnigan's stomach. For this, she was rewarded with a pleased gasp and a slight arc of Hunnigan's back.
She focused there for a good while, her hands caressing their way up and down along the outer sides of Hunnigan's thighs and all the way over to her buttocks which Helena eagerly grabbed and squeezed at Hunnigan's request. Finally, Helena pushed herself lower and off the bed so that she stood on her knees at the foot of it.
"Hey, whoa!" Hunnigan yelped, then laughed when Helena gripped the backs of her knees and pulled her toward the edge of the bed, the blanket and sheets dragging with her, pooling on the floor, becoming a comfortable cushion for Helena's knees. She gently propped Hunnigan's legs over her shoulders and gripped the other woman's waist in her hands as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Hunnigan, exhaling a content, deep sigh when she realized this felt...just right, like this was where she should be, like she could spend days between Hunnigan's legs, just letting her tongue and lips explore, figuring out exactly what Hunnigan liked, how to best please her.
She brought her hand down, used her fingers to gently part the labia, giving her better access to Hunnigan's clit and allowing an abundant amount of thick liquid to slowly glide outward. Helena reached her head forward and captured the moisture onto her tongue, the act causing Hunnigan to inhale sharply.
Helena gripped Hunnigan's waist again, then flattened her tongue against her clit, this experience, too, beautifully wonderful in how different it was from Helena's past experiences. There were no demanding fingers painfully digging under her jawline and in her hair, and none of the stale smells and tastes she was used to.
There was only Hunnigan, with her legs over Helena's shoulders, her heels pressed against Helena's back, but not painfully so, her hands gripping Helena's wrists, her fingers then finding their way between Helena's as she moved them to hold the other woman's hands. To Helena's surprise, she didn't really have much of a flavor. There was a hint of acidity but that wasn't so much a flavor as it was just a sensation on Helena's tongue. The rest was just...her, it was the woman she loved and worshipped, there was no other way to describe it.
Helena was almost disappointed her fun was about to come to an end when she noticed Hunnigan was nearing her peak. Then again, who said they had to stop at one?
I love you so much, Ingrid, she thought, not stopping to say it out loud as her mouth was occupied bringing Hunnigan to a climax, the taller woman breathlessly repeating Helena's name as her body tensed up, then shuddered when she came.
A few minutes later, Helena was still at the foot of the bed, her head now resting against the inner side of Hunnigan's left thigh, her fingers playing with the damp dark hair between Hunnigan's legs.
"You ever gonna come up for air?" Hunnigan asked with amusement after a good while.
"No, I'm good here," Helena smiled.
"What are you even doing down there?"
"Admiring you. You're so pretty," Helena sighed and Hunnigan laughed.
"You give the strangest but the most flattering compliments sometimes," she said and sat up, resting her hand on Helena's head, stroking her hair as she remained still in her spot. Hunnigan allowed it for a few more moments before leaning down to kiss Helena's temple.
"Come to bed," she said and Helena reluctantly moved from what she'd now decided was her favorite spot in the world. "I think we might have time for a quick nap before Seeley wakes up," Hunnigan then said, and Helena lay next to her, settling into the sweetheart's cradle Hunnigan offered, and closed her eyes when Hunnigan pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead.
"Thank you," Helena whispered, hugging Hunnigan a little tighter, and she squeezed back.
"For what?"
"...for showing me it doesn't have to hurt."