Any writer worth their salt will admit what parts of a story they are not good at. This is mine.
Thanks to everyone who analyzed and thought through what the characters are going through.

Thanks to Roadie especially this time - for putting it so clearly.
I really think about everything you write.

Take Me Home

Claudia watched Jane return and leave. Then she saw Eileen approaching them.

"That's it, we gotta go," Claudia said.

"Why? It's not over," Steve protested.

"Do you not get it, you noob? Helena's like a kick-ass vampire. She needs to kick ass daily or she dies! And if Jane walked out okay, then she's still going to be hungry and she's going to be looking for me!" Claudia said out of breath.

"Too late," Steve said looking behind her. Claudia let out a scream that made everyone around her turn and stare. "OK, that was mean….but really funny," Steve said as he lost his breath laughing.

"Are you okay, Claudia?" Eileen asked. She grabbed the girl to steady her.

"Could you bite him?" Claudia said clutching her chest. "Please."

"Oh Claudia, I wouldn't do that to Steve. He's so sweet. Now - ...," Eileen said near her ear and then left to go to the bar. Claudia's eyes grew wide.

"Did you hear that? Did you hear what she said?" Claudia pulled at Steve's jacket.

"What? She said she wouldn't bite me," he said still laughing at how good he got his friend.

"You didn't hear her say ….…after that?" Claudia said looking at him.

"You're losing it," Steve said and this time she just hit him. Claudia thought he might be right.

Their boss' hunger had nothing to do with kicking anyone. Once Helena saw the expression on Myka's face -that was her cue to leave. She wasn't even going to ask Pete to take them - he had enough on his mind. She stopped long enough to tell the Mayor she was leaving, and told his Aide de camp to let Pete know.

"She does know I don't work for her?" he asked the Mayor who sent him on his way.

Helena was pulling Myka down the long flight of stairs outside the museum to the car that she had someone pull around. As they descended, the businessman who had lost a large financial deal to Helena and who still held the grudge thought he would fling one more arrow at her.

"Taking your latest plaything back to the Penthouse, Helena?" he asked making his way back up the stairs. That residence had become known as the address of Helena's trysts.

Maybe if Helena hadn't been working so hard at playing nice, she would have scoffed off his remark. But she didn't. Instead, she hauled off and punched him – in the jaw – and immediately yelled out in pain and cradled her injured hand.

"Helena!" Myka said grabbing her.

People scrambled to pick up the man who fell backwards the few steps.

"What the hell are you doing?" Myka said looking to see if there were broken bones.

"I will see you in court!" he yelled – getting back up with help.

"I will see you in hell," Helena seethed back through the pain.

"Oh my God, Helena. Let me …come ….," Myka said looking around.

"Let's just get to the car," Helena said and Myka took her by the elbow and walked with her.

Cameras were flashing everywhere. They had been patiently waiting and now they had their story. The valet helped Helena in the car, as Myka got in the driver's seat. If the press thought Helena would hide, they didn't know her.

"Ms. Wells, did you mean to hit Ted Grayson?" a reporter called out.

"I never miss my target," Helena said back smiling through the discomfort. Myka stared at her – Helena was enjoying this.

"Helena," Myka said and pulled her other arm. " … as your lawyer, I think you should not say anything else," she said through her teeth. She knew what would be waiting on her desk for her Monday morning now.

"Ms. Wells, do you think you'll win in court if he presses charges?" another shouted.

"I have the best lawyer there is, so you can count on it," Helena said and now Myka pressed the button and closed her window and pressed lock.

"If your lawyer doesn't kill you first, Ms. Wells," Myka said trying to smile. "What were you thinking? "Are you in much pain?" Myka asked shaking her head.

"No," Helena lied.

"I can't believe you hit him!" Myka said.

"He said something disparaging about you. I will always defend your honor," Helena said – quoting an anthem of the century she was born in.

"He was baiting you, Helena," Myka said driving down 5th Avenue.

"Perhaps, but I did not care for his tone," Helena said.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble," Myka said.

"Oh I do hope so," Helena said salaciously, letting her hand reach out.

"Driving here, Helena," Myka said trying to fend off her hand roaming on her leg. She drove quickly across the 79th transverse to Central Park West.

"Oh you poor thing," Myka said looking at the injured hand when they arrived at Helena's townhouse. "Let's get some ice on that."

Myka was feeling a little guilty about getting turned on by Helena's aggression. Helena however, was not regretting her spontaneous action as Myka gently took her hand and applied the ice pack from the freezer. Helena's hand was hardly the worse for wear – she knew where to hit a person in the jaw without breaking anything. The man pulled back and in fact, caused himself to fall which was a fact Helena's lawyer would prove in court the next week and win the case. But for tonight – Helena was enjoying the personal attention.

"I think it would help if I got out of these clothes," Helena said and Myka thought she meant because of her hand.

"Of course," Myka said. "Come upstairs and I'll help you get ready."

"Actually, I think it would help a great deal if you got out of your clothes, too," Helena smiled seductively.

"Helena, your hand," Myka said concerned.

Helena leaned into Myka on the couch. "Fortunately, I'm ambidextrous. And look…," she said wiggling all five fingers. Helena had a very high threshold for pain; a very low one for frustration.

"That's some recovery," Myka said smiling as the Brit pulled her up off the couch.

"Well, my guess is that the doctor would want me to be certain that each digit is functional and that there is no pain upon….. extension," Helena said walking Myka up the long staircase.

"I thought you didn't guess," Myka teased.

"You're right! We have to be absolutely certain …that each one….is able to perform…. to its highest degree," Helena said slowly.

"How is it that you can sound dirty without using any dirty words?" Myka laughed.

"I'm British, darling, we can sound however we want," Helena said as she opened the door to her bedroom.

There would be no careful discarding of decorative pillows tonight and the heavy duvet was quickly pushed off. Myka started by taking the injured hand and slowly kissing it to make sure Helena wasn't lying about it.

"Your fingers are so cold," Myka said of the iced hand – pleased there was no swelling.

"Oh I can think of a way to warm them," Helena said in a syrupy tone than made Myka weak.

The long zipper on the back of Myka's dress was down and it fell off leaving her exposed to Helena's eyes that were smoldering. Myka reached around and helped Helena slip out of her dress that needed an extra tug around her hips.

"I think if you sit there," Helena said and then positioned herself between Myka's knees, "….and just pull harder," she instructed as Myka reached out and tugged.

She kissed Helena's bare abdomen when the dress fell and Helena pulled her into her body. Then she gently pushed Myka back, her legs free to straddle Myka on either side. Bending down, she began to touch and kiss Myka, leaving a trail of shivering skin in her wake. Myka's hands moved up the stockinged legs and smiled to think Helen's dress allowed for the lingerie that hers did not.

Myka put her hands on Helena's back, letting her fingers trail lightly up and down her spine. Helena's tongue was exploring Myka's mouth and it made Myka light-headed.

Myka gently pushed Helena up, into a sitting position on top of her. Helena's hand was now the only cool part of her body. Myka's hands ran up Helena's thighs slowly, stopping to allow her fingertip to sneak under the elastic of her panties. She heard Helena suck in a deep breath and bite her lip. Myka used her thumbs to lightly glide along the silky material intensifying the buildup until Helena pleaded her to release her from the torture. Myka slowed it down on purpose, sitting up and grabbing Helena in a hold that allowed her to turn and place Helena in a lying position on the bed. She pulled Helena to the edge of the bed, kissing her thighs and dragging her hands up and down Helena's legs.

"Oh… God…. My….ka….. please," Helena whimpered. Myka had no idea that being in control – could be so exciting! Losing herself in that moment, she pulled at the article of clothing in her way and the sound of material being ripped sent Helena over the edge and she pulled at Myka's hair.

The only thing Myka had to go on now was to do it the way she always wished it had been done for her. And that was all she needed. Helena's moans and then screams confirmed that – in spite of her lack of experience – Myka was a quick learner. She painstakingly touched Helena until there was little left but throaty moans coming from the Brit. Helena teetered at the edge for what seemed to her to be an eternity and begged Myka who gently push her over and guide her slowly down into ecstasy. Her body shook from the multiple explosions. Myka watched as the most controlling woman she knew, lost all control.

Myka lay next to Helena who was still whimpering and trying to catch her breath …..and smiling.

"I like the way you punish," Helena said between gasps lying next to Myka.

"Yeah, I'm a real toughie I know," Myka laughed.

"I want to…..," Helena said trying to get up, but failing from muscle fatigue. Myka put her hand on her shoulder to hold her there.

"I'm not going anywhere, Helena," Myka said in her ear – and it was the sweetest sound to Helena.

Helena curled up next to Myka, but soon her ministrations brought back the fire. Helena pulled herself up, bent down, and kissed Myka - her mouth could not be satisfied. She grazed her ear, kissed her neck, bit gently on her shoulder, until her mouth covered Myka's breasts and sent a wave of sensations through her. Helena didn't stop until Myka's weakness – and the smooth and glossy sheets - made it easy to position her in the ideal place where she slowly allowed Myka's tension to build to a frenzy until she clutched the satin sheets in sheer pleasurable agony and cried out for relief. Helena delivered it with her usual aplomb.

Helena resumed her place along Myka and pulled the cool sheet up over them. They remained in that warm embrace until the doorbell started to ring incessantly early the next morning.

"I will bloody kill whomever that is," Helena whispered.

Myka kissed her gently and grabbed a robe. She looked at her phone as she made her way to the bathroom.

"Oh no you won't Helena. That's Claudia and Eileen downstairs – and they have your outfit for today."

"It better include restraints because I will not be pleasant," Helena complained.

"Yes, you will Helena. They're all excited about your Tea Tour," Myka reminded her.

"My what? I am not going ….I am not leaving this bed….certainly not to …..Myka! I won't!" Helena complained pulling the covers up over her head.

Myka splashed water on her face and came out. "Do you have clothes I can wear?" Myka asked and Helena pointed to the closest. "I would much rather spend the day with you – out of your clothes," Helena said.

"Yes, but I don't think the tour people would like that very much," Myka said pulling out pants and a blouse and boots.

"I am going to shower. Please do me a favor?" Helena said getting up slowly.

"Anything," Myka said looking at Helena's hand. Only a slight bruise was evident on her middle knuckle. Myka gently kissed it.

"Please make them go away," Helena said feeling very resentful.

"No no, they are looking forward to this. Eileen was probably up all night," Myka said brushing out her hair.

Myka was right about Eileen. She had been up most of the night – talking to her friend who was too buzzed to care that she was breaking one of her cardinal rules against spilling her emotional guts. Claudia talked until she wore herself out and Eileen had to help her into bed. A few hours later, Claudia woke up in the best mood she had been in for weeks. Something had happened. She looked over and saw Eileen asleep on the couch. She ran into the bathroom and called Steve.

"Listen to me, something happened. No, I didn't do anything to her. Would you shut up and listen? You know that movie "Angels in America"? Yeah, the one with Meryl Streep. Yes, I know you love her. We all love Meryl. Stop. Listen. Remember the scene with the Angel coming down and grabbing Meryl up and how she orgasms all the way back down? Yes, I know no one orgasms like Meryl Streep. Please listen – that happened to me. I think I dreamed it …..or imagined it or it happened," Claudia said.

Steve finally listened attentively. "You seriously need help."