Me encanta, como todo tu trabajo claro, pero estoy confunfida con este ultimo capitulo. Recuerdo haber leído que en los primeros cuando Bárbara regresa o un poquito antes m Helena parecía segura de su amor por Bárbara era algo más que amor de amistad o asi. M no se si lei mal pero ahora dices que ella no sabe por que se siente tan bien? Solo pregunta.

Gracias por este nuevo chapie.

V: Answering your question, Helena es un poco contradictoria, a veces acepta sus sentimientos pero al mismo tiempo tiene miedo de aceptar lo que siente por miedo a ser lastimada y los rechaza.

Announce: My editor keeps sick, any one have time to help me editing miy fic in spanglish?


Alfred had just walked a few steps out of the room when he crossed paths with the redhead.

"Be careful, she is not in good mood."

"Why not?"

"Tantrum." He chuckled.

"I didn't eat her ice cream, so what's the problem?" Barbara turned to look at him.

"Let's say she is not good at sharing." He kept walking toward the kitchen.

"Jealousy?" Barbara frowned. Was she jealous of Wade?

"Yes, and something I said pissed her off."

"What did you say?"

"Better not to ask. Good luck."

She scratched her temple. Well, it seemed Helena was jealous of Wade. She had been alone so long that she was acting like as a jealous child. She would need to deal with it, but, well, she was used to it. She took a deep breath and walked inside the room.

"Hi, Hel," she said, noting her tantrum was serious, based on the way she was sitting. "What are you watching?"

"Nothing," the brunette grumbled, scrunching deeper into the couch.

"Knowing how you change channels, I believe you." Barbara sat at the table. "Want dinner?"

"I'm not hungry."

"No?" Barbara lifted the dome covering her food. That looked good.

"No."

"You sure?" the redhead lifted the dome covering Helena's plate.

"Why?" the brunette sat up.

"Your dinner looks better than mine." She took a french fry from Helena's plate, "Can I trade?"

Helena gazed at her dinner. It was a big steak with french fries and it smelled damn good.

Barbara had just a salad.

Helena moved to her chair at the table.

"So?" Barbara asked, taking another french fry from the brunette's plate.

"Hey!" Helena grumbled.

"You said you weren't hungry." Barbara waved her hands.

Helena glared at her.

"Wade was nice, he brought me flowers," Barbara said, teasing her.

"Corny," the brunette growled, cutting a piece of meat.

"Corny?" Barbara smiled. "Why corny? I like flowers."

"Do you really like flowers?" Helena narrowed her eyes.

"I love flowers, it's a nice touch. When someone loves you, he gives you flowers."

"I don't see the point."

"Flowers are beautiful. It's symbolic. You give the best to the person you love most."

"Oh…" Helena moved back in her chair, thinking.

"Do you want to see…?"

"No," the brunette hurried to say before the redhead could finish her sentence.

Barbara smiled and, amused, took a forkful of salad. "Okay, what do you like people to give to you as a gift?"

"Nothing."

The redhead cocked her head and pointed at her with her fork. "You are in a bad mood."

"No."

"No?" Barbara smiled.

"No."

"All right." Barbara took another bite of salad. Helena was funny, she couldn't handle her own emotions or control her reactions. Yes, she was like a big child that loved to have her undivided attention. "So, we can play cards, then. I still need to recover the fifty dollars you took from me yesterday."

Helena couldn't suppress a smile. "You bet."

Barbara smiled back.

Helena felt comfortable. She couldn't remember when she had slept so deep and so well. Last night had been nice. Barbara was always an excellent conversationalist, she could talk about anything. She had laughed so much. I was good to have her as a friend again.

She felt a bit… aroused. That was what had awakened her. She was not dreaming one of those weird erotic dreams she had sometimes, so it was weird.

The she realized something different.

Barbara's smell filled all her senses, it was powerfully overwhelming.

Crap.

She snapped open her eyes.

She was cuddled against the redhead, hugging her waist and her head was resting on the older woman's right arm. She lifted her eyes slowly. Barbara was lying on her back and her head was turned to the other side. She was deeply asleep. She looked so damn beautiful, and it felt so good to be there.

The redhead stirred.

Helena jerked away so abruptly that Barbara woke up.

"Uh?" she mumbled looking around sleepily. "What's wrong?"

Helena sat up immediately. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up… I, I was going to the bathroom."

"Need help to stand up?" she yawned.

"No, no, I can… alone." Very alone, she added in her head.

"It's okay." The redhead closed her eyes again and returned to her sleep.

Helena could breathe. She almost had caught her. She stood up slowly and turned to look at Barbara.

She really was gorgeous, and she, dammit, she was excited. That couldn't be. She needed a cold shower.

Barbara stretched, arching her body.

Helena swallowed.

She felt weird. She needed the cold shower now.

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Her home felt empty, she never thought she could feel that loneliness again. But she felt it now that she had returned to her place after a long, and pleasant, week at Barbara's home.

Helena looked toward the Clock Tower, she had climbed to the rooftop of her place, she could see it clearly from there.

She felt different. She felt she was not alone anymore. It gave her a peaceful feeling, one that she hadn't felt in years.

She had Barbara. She smiled; they were friends again.

Barbara was a beautiful woman and all the men were probably crazy for her.

It was weird how she felt when she was with her, how she felt her pulse increase.

How she had felt aroused.

She never had felt so aroused for anyone. It made her feel very uncomfortable. She was not sure why she was feeling that way. The only thing she knew was that being close to Barbara was like being home again and she didn't want to lose her.

A thought had crossed for her mind that morning.

She liked Barbara, but… she was not sure if her feelings were beyond friendship, she just knew she felt so alive when she was close to her, so safe.

She brushed her hair back with her left hand.

She was confused, there had been many changes in her life over the last months. She had become independent, she finally could live away from Bruce… live on her own. She had found a new direction in her life by helping those orphans and she had found that she couldn't hate Barbara. She had tried and tried, but she couldn't. The other woman was so nice and gentle with her.

She'd never felt loved as she did now, since her mom died.

That was it.

She was mixing her feelings. She had held back for so long that, now, all her feelings were mixed up in overwhelming confusion.

She sighed and looked at her watch. She still was on time to check on Justin. She wanted to see him.


Barbara fell asleep early, she was exhausted. Helena had gone that morning and Barbara had gone to the foundation, where she worked until almost nine. She had been in meetings, on phone calls and looking for a place for the new orphan's home.

She had been deeply asleep, but the sensation of being watched woke her. It was weird. Sleepy, she opened her eyes and saw a shadow in her window. She turned on the light of the lamp immediately.

She felt an arm enveloping her waist and a warm body against her back.

It was Helena, she had come back. She smiled and spooned close to her.

The brunette's hand kneaded gently against her stomach. It felt so good having her so close.

Helena's hand began to made soft circles against her stomach. The sensation was… it was overwhelming… and delicious.

Maybe her body was reacting to the gentle touch in a wrong way, but she couldn't avoid the feeling.

Soft lips kissed her neck softly; the gesture made shiver her body. Helena's hand moved skillfully over her skin, overwhelming her senses.

The dark haired woman traced the shell of her ear with her tongue and her hand moved up, brushing the lower part of her breast. Barbara arched under the contact.

Helena's movements were so slow, so seductive…

Helena's hand covered her breast and pressed it gently. She cupped the young woman's hand with own and turned her head lightly to find Helena's lips pressing against her. She kissed the brunette and opened her mouth to let in a demanding tongue.

The contact was electric.

Helena began to rock her hips against her back.

"Hel…" she gasped, but found her mouth trapped again under that amazing mouth. She lost all sensation of time and when she finally moved back, she found feral eyes regarding her.

She turned and caught Helena's lips again, pushing her back against the mattress, letting her hands touch the soft and firm skin of her stomach. She felt a terrible frenzy to touch, to taste that wonderful and beautiful woman.

She pushed her night shirt up with everything but finesse, and moved her head down to trap a soft nipple and suck hard.

Helena moaned and grabbed Barbara's head between her hands, pressing her harder against her. It was a different and new sensation for Barbara, the brunette's soft whimpers wreaking havoc on her libido.

The brunette's hand moved to her back and pushed her t-shirt up. She moved up and removed it, leaning slowly over the brunette's body to kiss her again. The feeling of her nipples pressing against Helena's was the most erotic sensation she had felt in her life. She moved the brunette's leg with her hand and buried her thigh against Helena's warm center.

"Barbara…"

"Helena…" she gasped.

"Barbara…."

The redhead snapped her eyes open, dammit, she had been dreaming.

What kind of dream had been it?

She still felt her body humming. This was so… She saw then a shadow standing at her window. She turned on the light of the lamp immediately.

"Helena?" the redhead said in surprise. She felt guilty, she had been dreaming about her as a… She closed her eyes a brief second before look the brunette again. "Christ! You scared me! What are you doing here?"

The brunette didn't answer, she just stood there, staring at the older woman

"Helena? What happened?"

Helena traced her body with her eyes. Barbara's skin was so white, like porcelain , her skin seemed to be so soft. Life could be so wonderful.

She lowered her head. "I went to see Justin," she said softly.

"At the hospital?"

The young woman nodded and bit her lips.

"He must have been so happy to see you."

"He was," Helena said, her eyes moist. She looked at the wall. "He was in pain, Barbara, but he smiled when he saw me."

"He likes you."

"But he was hurt," the brunette paced in front of her, not knowing where to go. "And… he forgot his pain and asked me how I was..:"

Barbara listened to her in silence.

Tears began to cascade down Helena's cheeks, she lowered her head. "He is burned, his hands, his legs…."

The redhead took her hand and pulled her closer, gently. The young woman sat next to her.

"He will be fine, Helena. It will take some time, but he will be fine."

"But he is in pain… It's my fault, I was distracted. I didn't listen to your advice when we trained, if I had listened to you he would be ok now."

"Helena, sometimes we can't help all the people we want and it's not your fault, you tried."

"And I failed."

Barbara put her hand on her cheek and tugged gently, forcing the brunette to look at her.

"You didn't fail," she said softly. "You saved many kids that night. They would all be dead now, if you hadn't been there."

Helena felt herself drowning in those green eyes filled with love. Barbara always looked at her with love. She always talked to her with love and patience and she had rejected her. She closed her eyes and leaned into the hand cupping her cheek.

"You are wonderful," Barbara whispered. "Stop hurting yourself. You are an incredible human, you have a great heart. Stop hurting yourself."

Barbara leaned over and hugged her, the brunette didn't reject the embrace. In fact, she hugged the redhead back, burying her face on her shoulder and crying. Barbara moved her hand behind the dark head and smoothed soft hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply Helena's scent. She felt guilty for dream about Helena like that. This was not right.

Helena didn't know how long she cried; she just felt safe, loved, and protected. She felt like she was home again.


TBC