Myka all but ran back to their dorm, tugging Helena behind her. There was no point in acting restrained. Now that she knew she was allowed to kiss Helena, all she wanted to do was kiss Helena.

They passed Pete heading out of the dorm as they approached Hitchcock House.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go pick up Kelly and we're gonna see a movie. Steve's bringing his new boyfriend so we can interrogate him. Wanna come?"

Myka didn't even stop, "Can't. Going to make out."

"Alright, Mykes!" Pete pumped his fist a few times while Helena looked flustered, turning back and forth between the two of them while they continued to move forward.

"Wha… Myka, have you talked to Pete about us?" Helena questioned, somewhat accusatorially.

"I told him I liked you, he told me he would try not to think about us making out." Myka's mind was on one thing and one thing alone, and she wasn't going to be deterred. Helena laughed and shook her head, letting out a sigh.

They climbed the stairs and then they were in their hall and at their door and in their room and Myka's adrenaline from the running and the adrenaline from the pretty girl currently attached to her came crashing down and she did… nothing. She stood in the middle of the room and watched Helena shiver from nervous energy and the shock of the temperature change. She shook as well, but less so because of the temperature change and more so because of a new attack of crippling fear.

She needed to tell Helena, or her nerves wouldn't go away. "Helena, I've never done this."

"You've never made out with your roommate in your dorm room? Funnily enough, neither have I." She grinned.

"No, Helena. I've never done…" She pointed at their joined hands and back and forth between their lips, assuming Helena would take her point, "I've never done this…any of it… with anyone. Ever."

"Oh!" Helena looked surprised, but not disappointed. Her raised eyebrows settled and she broke out into a wide grin, "Well, hopefully I'll be a good teacher then. If…" just the slightest hesitation, "If you'd like me to… teach you, that is."

"I think that's become abundantly clear, Helena."

This time Helena stepped forward and Myka stood completely still without releasing her breath. Helena raised a hand and brushed a curl off of Myka's forehead. Myka closed her eyes again. She wanted to memorize how everything felt. The pads of Helena's fingers, cold and firm, but gentle moving over her forehead and down to her neck, pulling forward, just a bit, so that their lips met again. Longer than before, warmer than before, a tender familiarity already present. Myka put her arms around Helena's waist and she thought of last night. How she had slept like this, how she had comforted Helena, had been her shelter.

She tightened her grip and Helena inhaled sharply at the newfound pressure of Myka's lips. She didn't need a guide to know how to do this.

They proceeded to spend most of the rest of the day kissing and chastely exploring one another while taking homework breaks throughout. But even homework was more fun now because Helena was reading, spread out on her bed, with Myka's head in her lap. Helena lazily scratched Myka's head and twirled her curls around her fingers. Any time she would stop to make a note in her text, Myka would strain her head up, waiting expectantly for the next caress. It got to the point where Helena would stop just so that she could watch Myka look up at her and try to nuzzle back into her hand.

"This is going to be a problem, isn't it?" Helena said when Myka was most insistent.

"It's not going to be a problem if you don't stop." Myka raised her eyebrows and turned back to her computer, eliciting an affectionate eyeroll.

After the latest makeout session, which had left Myka aching for more, but insisting they stop so as not to move too fast, Myka gave Helena a final kiss and sat back on her knees to see the beautiful girl lying back with her eyes closed, mouth still open and lifted in a serene smile.

"Can we do this every day?" Myka asked, teasing Helena's hand with her fingertips.

Helena sighed and opened her eyes. "Unfortunately, today was one of those glorious rarities," for a moment Myka's stomach twisted and the heat she had just felt turned cold. Was Helena saying that this was the only time they were going to do to this? "I have work tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, forever and always." Helena elongated the words, stretching out the torture of the situation.

Myka moved Helena's arm up, so that she could lay in the crook of it and put her forehead on Helena's cheek. "What would happen if you stopped working so much?" Myka asked.

"Presumably, my mother would choose between having electricity or getting to go grocery shopping for the month."

Myka picked her head up, "Oh my god." This was a lot heavier than Myka had put together.

"I might be exaggerating, I'm not exactly sure anymore." Helena put her hand over her eyes and breathed deeply. "I need to call them tomorrow."

Myka put her arm over Helena's torso and squeezed tightly. She shifted so that she was partially on top of Helena and uncovered her face so that they were looking one another in the eye. "I know there's probably nothing that I can do, but if there is, I want to. You don't have to do this alone anymore."

"Myka…" Helena was going to protest.

"No, Helena." Myka's voice was the harsh one this time. "You're my best friend, okay? So, when you're sad, I'm sad. When you've got problems, I've got problems. You got it?"

Helena paused, a little alarmed at how strongly Myka felt. "… Righty-ho then."

Myka punctuated the sentiment with a firm kiss.

They both prepared for bed lackadaisically, unsure of how this would work now, and not really wanting to have the discussion.

Myka put her hair up in a ponytail and Helena slid in behind her, clasping her hands together around Myka's torso and kissing the back of her neck. She felt Helena inhale her.

"I'd like you to sleep in my bed, but if you don't want to, I understand."

"You do realize that I've slept in your bed before, right?" Myka laughed.

"Yes but this is different."

Myka turned around, draping her arms around Helena's neck and kissing it, taking in Helena's faint, sweet smell. "Yes, it is. And yes, I want to."

The two of them cuddled together, trying to ensure that every part of their bodies was touching.

"Good night, darling."

"Good night, H.G."

And they fell asleep kissing.