Sorry if this doesn't completely flow well.
I'm rather groggy from allergies and the meds to fight them.
Any mis-guess in interpretation is mine more than Helen's.
Helen felt her insides warm and tingle at the memory of that winter, that night.
It was, without question, her favorite Christmas that did not involve any persons under the age of 13. Herself as a child and then when Ashley was little being the other half but that wasn't on her mind right now.
She'd been so damn glad Nikola hadn't left her alone that day, she wanted to give in rather than start because some days with how trapped in his own head Nikola got there was a good chance later he'd wonder the hell out of why it occurred.
That night, she knew for a fact that Nikola wanted to play and be adventurous, even before they'd drank their fill of brandy and spiced punch.
Helen in the here and now closed her eyes and brought her feet up on the chair to tuck herself against her knees.
It had felt so very wonderful that night. She became quite drunk off of Nikola's kisses and took great pleasure in moaning against his lips as her fingers slide through his fluffy hair.
She hadn't wanted that holiday to end. They dreamed and cuddled and planned and touched and just were together. The whole world be damned it was just them and what they felt.
Helen re-read the letter again, curious as to what exactly Nikola was referring to that was cliche and he couldn't wait for Spring.
Two thoughts entered her mind at once and both caused her to blush, giggle and hide agaisnt her knees all at once.
She had no way of knowing which one or if either were even right, but it kept a wistful look on her face for the entire day and left her mind wandering every chance it got.