it's been a little while, my apologies...
Vic stood in Helena's hotel room pondering the huge deposit of roses, jewellery and chocolate dumped on her dresser. Had she become a thief who stole exorbitant amounts of gaudy jewellery and ridiculously extravagant arrangements of roses shaped like swans? He toyed with theories in his mind, each more ludicrous than the one before. Her room was being used as storage for a florist, she was conducting research to determine the amount of flowers needed to incapacitate a human, an alien had been beamed down from space and had presented her with these gifts as a peace offering. He gave up after the alien theory and resigned himself to the theory he'd been trying to avoid: Yuri was rich as hell and had been flinging expensive presents at his girlfriend willy-nilly. Vic sighed, the salary of an investigative journalist was bad to start with, the fact he rarely wrote anything wasn't helping either and the League paid a pittance to its members. His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of the door opening. He tensed. Vic no longer knew how he felt and he didn't know how Helena felt either. Her little 'act' with Yuri had seemed so real. He'd already found it hard to believe that Helena loved him; he was anything but the perfect man. He wasn't handsome or rich or tall or dashing or anything like the man Helena deserved.
'Hello, Helena,' he said, keeping his voice completely emotionless. Cool and detached was what he did when things got too hard; when it was all too painful. She walked across the room, no longer the confident strutting peacock she'd been just hours ago, but now a sad and tired woman whose boyfriend was angry at her.
Vic was angry, well maybe not angry but insecure and jealous and hurt, definitely. Helena wished he was still in Peru studying those alpacas. She couldn't deal with this now. Even though just being in the same room as him had made her mood improve drastically, she was so tired. Her feet were absolutely killing her; fighting off burly men carrying machine guns whilst wearing eight inch stilettos was not a good idea. Spending the past five hours standing in killer stilettos hadn't helped either. She took off her dress and make up and pulled on an over sized T-shirt. Vic would already know every single detail about my mission, she mused, he'd probably know even more than me. She glanced in his direction, Vic hadn't moved. He was still standing in front of her dresser, staring at the mountain of crap Yuri had pressed upon her. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. She buried her face in his back and breathed him in. God, she'd missed him.
'Don't be jealous. I love you,' she whispered. She ran her hands across his chest as she covered his neck with kisses and turned his face to hers. She stared into the green eyes she loved so much and repeated, 'I love you.' The cool, detached facade fell away as pulled her close and his lips met hers in a searing kiss.
Vic lay back in the bed, breathless and flushed. Helena brought out the animalistic side of him; the minute she'd walked in, he'd wanted her. After all, it had been three weeks. His mind wandered to what they'd done in the last half an hour...
Her hands raking through his hair, their breathing ragged, collapsing onto her bed, ripping each other's clothes off. Her soft moans as his fingers stroked the softness inside her, her back arching and her body tensing before she collapsed into the bed screaming his name. Their bodies moving completely in sync, gasping her name as he released his seed inside her. His mind had been blissfully blank, she was the only one who could do that to him. Empty his mind of theories and connections and give him moments of perfect clarity, when he understood all that was important: he loved her and she loved him back. Nothing else really mattered in those moments. He smiled and draped an arm around her waist, everything was perfect. From the start he'd been expecting himself to screw everything up with this perfect woman but he'd surprised himself. A few months had grown into a year which grew into two years. Now, they were pushing two and a half years together. Vic wanted it to last forever.
this chapter is mostly fluff and it kinda sucks. sorry. i am really really bad at writing sex scenes. i've got a few ideas for upcoming chapters though and i'll update soon.
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