She knocked on the door. "Will?" She was greeted with no answer. Trying again, she decided it would be the last time before she just went in. "William?"

"Yeah," he said.

She pushed open the door and slipped into the room, shutting it behind her. She stepped over to the bed where Will rested. She sat on the edge of it and pressed a hand to his arm. Helen didn't know what to say, exactly. Words were generally not something she was good with, not like John. She would say things and regret them later. Pulling her lip between her teeth, she let it pop out before speaking.

"He didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, but he wouldn't let it drop either."

Helen smirked. "He doesn't seem like one to let things drop easily."

Shrugging roughly, Will nodded. "I overreacted."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing. I don't think he's going to be bringing up fishing for a while, at least."

Will rolled his eyes and gave her a fake laugh. "Just what I wanted, alienate him until he won't talk about anything. It's hard enough to get either of them to talk in general."

"They're guarded, not unlike yourself."

"Look who's talking."

She stopped and stared at him hard. She didn't know what to say back. Will took her off-guard with his comment, which had been given in anger, but that didn't mean there was no truth to what he said. She moved her hand from his arm and wrapped her fingers together in her lap.

A few seconds passed before Will looked up at her. He glanced over her face, taking in the change. Realization hit him like a freight train. "Helen—I didn't mean…"

"Nonsense, Will. I know." She gave him a small smile, looking at him quickly. "I like it when you call me Helen, people so rarely do these days."

Will turned his head to the side for a moment before smirking. "All right, Helen."

Setting his hand on top of hers, he waited to have her full attention.

"Just promise me that you won't make me go fishing with him to play nice."

Her lips quirked into a smile, and Will sat up straight. His mouth descended to hers. His free hand gripped the back of her neck pulling her closer. Helen moved into him. It felt heavenly to be pressed against him. She pushed him down until she could fully lay on top of him. Her lips left his with a peck.

"Why would I make you do that?"

"You make me do a lot of things, Magnus. I never question why."

She chuckled and scraped her teeth down his neck. "Would you go ice fishing if I went? I've never been."

Will pushed her back until he could star at her fully. "You have never been ice fishing?"

As she opened her mouth to speak, Will cut her off.

"I can't believe you've never been ice fishing! And here, I thought you had done everything possible."

"Not everything, William. I'm certainly not that old."

He kissed her loudly. "We'll go ice fishing."

"We're not going fishing." She shoved a hand against his shoulder, making sure he stayed on the bed. She kissed him sweetly, drawing out the embrace as long as possible. "We're going to stay right here."

"Helen?"

She hummed.

"You shut the door, right?"

"Absolutely," she answered. Her fingers flitted over his chest. She bent down and kissed him again. Her lips brushed over his gently. She grinned and did it again, harder this time. Will ran his hands up her sides and down her back. Adjusting her position, Helen moved so she was fully laying on him. Will's hand slid up the front of her shirt. His fingers wrapped around her side as she wiggled on top of him.

He pulled at the material against her skin. "I like this tank on you."

"Oh?"

"It's tight."

"You're ridiculous."

"Nope." Will gave her a ridiculous grin and tilted his hips. Using his leg, he used as much pressure as possible to flip her onto her back. Helen squeaked when she landed. Giggling, she looked up to see Will above her. "It shows off all your curves."

To emphasize his point, Will traced a single digit down her body, over her breast and along her stomach to her hip. He kissed her again before sliding the tank up her chest. She reached down and pulled the material completely off her body. She let it drop to the floor below. Her fingers glided up his arm to his shoulder and neck. He cupped her breast, and have her a tender squeeze before smiling.

"I kinda never thought this would happen."

"Well, I have news, William. This is happening."

She drew in down into another long kiss. Her hips lifted to bump into him. Will slid his thumb over her nipple and heard her breath stop short. Helen covered his cheeks with her palms and held tightly, kissing him. Their tongues swirled together until she needed a deep breath of air. She pulled back, her chest heaving, and smiled.

"Turnabout is fair play, William."

Pulling on his t-shirt, she tugged it over his head. Will chuckled and shook his head, lowering his lips to the top of her chest. He started at her collar bone. His tongue snaked out to trace patterns against her warm skin. Moving lower, his mouth traversed to the valley between her breasts. The roughness of his two-day-old beard rubbed against her. She loved the feeling.

His leg pressed between hers, his thigh brushing against her center. Her nails dug into his back, scraping up his spine. Will traced his tongue over her nipple in the same manner his thumb had before. Helen swallowed hard. Breathing roughly, she curled her fingers into his hair.

"I always knew this would happen. " She took a deep breath and waited until he looked at her. "I just didn't know when."

Will didn't answer right away. He kissed her. His mouth lingered on hers, and he closed his eyes. "I know. You're not that dense when it comes to flirting."

"Sometimes, I can be."

Pressing his lips to her neck, he moved down to her chest again. His fingers slid down, just under the elastic of the pajama bottoms she still wore. His hand moved between the pajama bottoms and the underwear. Helen's legs instinctively widened as she stared at him.

"Go ahead," she whispered.

Will's fingers slid against her, alternating a pattern of pressure and release. She sighed and let her eyes drift shut. Her body started to move, wiggling up and down. Helen breathed in deeply, the air coming in short rasps. Will kissed each of her cheeks. His lips gently grazed against her flushed skin.

Giving in, Will slid his hand away from her, laughing when she objected. Kissing her loudly, Will moved his hand back, this time with no barrier of cotton between them. Helen lifted her leg and gripped his side. Her eyes opening so she could look at him. She moaned when he pinched her lightly. Nodding her head, she let out a quick breath.

"Yeah, just like that."

He did it again. And again. And again. Her chest turned red and the muscles in her stomach tightened. Her hips jerked once but settled down after a second or two.

"William," she said. Her voice a whisper in the room.

"Yup." He smirked and pressed harder.

She curled in on herself. Her thigh muscles tensing as each move of his hand brought her higher. She let out a long deep breath, and Will smiled. Pressing kisses upon kisses against her cheeks and lips, he waited for her to relax again. Her body was still pulsing. While his fingers were not pressed inside her, he could feel the muscles move.

"Pants off this time." He chuckled and started to strip her pajama bottoms off. Helen barely gave a protest, moving her hips to help him pull the material away from her.

"You too, then," she said through breaths.

Will kissed her deeply before shoving the sweats off his body. "I don't know why you want them off me too, since it's still your turn."

"What?" Helen asked, but received no answer.

Will pushed her knees up and rested between them; his lips touched the skin of her thighs.

"Oh dear lord."

"You can call to God all you want, baby. It's ain't going to get you nowhere."

She giggled. "I think it's going to get me somewhere, quite fast."

Giving her a double take, Will smiled. "Good."

His tongue started low. Helen hissed when she felt it move up her body and through her folds. She was on fire. Her body rode up and up as he pressed further into her. His tongue entered. She sighed. Will worked her a few times before moving his mouth up slightly. Enclosing his lips over her, he sucked hard. Helen moved quickly. Her body jerked, and it took her moments before she could relax again.

"Will. Will. Will." She stopped him.

Will moved up, resting his weight along her body. "Yeah?"

"I need a minute. Or two." She smiled and kissed him quickly. "Lay down."

"You want me to lay down?"

"Yes."

Will shrugged and turned to lay on his back. Helen took a moment before pushing herself up and leaning over his body. She ran her hands over his chest and legs, straddling him. She kissed him again, making sure that he was thoroughly distracted by her tongue. Running a hand down his body, she gripped him lightly. Squeezing once and then twice, she pulled her hand along him. Will let out a long groan from the back of his throat.

She scurried down his body, inch by inch she moved. Her nails ran in random designs over his chest. Once she was at his knees, she bent down and circled his right nipple with her tongue. Sucking the skin between her teeth, she grinned when he gasped. Rarely did men know that this felt good for them as well.

Fingers curled into her hair, and she smirked. She was doing well. Using her teeth carefully, she listened as he gasped again and again. Will was no good at hiding anything from her. He tugged his hand, forcing her face up to his. Their lips connected. He slid his tongue along hers, savoring the moment. He pushed his hands into the mattress and piled pillows behind his back. Resting, he waited as she moved further down. He knew what she was about to do, but he hadn't been excepting it.

Licking her lips, Helen stared at him. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." He gestured for him to begin and put his arms behind his head, reclining back. "I'm sure you know a few tricks that I haven't seen or… felt… yet."

Helen giggled and shook her head. "I'm positive that is the case."

Lowering her head, Helen started to go down on him. She used her hand and mouth in tandem. Will bit the inside of his cheek, forcing the threatening sounds of his throat back into his lungs. He would not make a sound. At least, he would try to not make one. Helen's head bobbed up and down, and Will had a hard time believing that she deep throated him in a stranger's spare bedroom in the middle of nowhere Minnesota.

Neither of them heard the knocking. The door slipped open a crack before quickly being shut again.