Chapter 3
A/N sorry, but updates on all my stories will be awhile in between. Holidays and other things delaying my writing. Thank you for all the follows, reviews and Favs, they inspire me to update quickly. "Maybe Coffee Next Time" is on hold until the 'muse' hits me.
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"You did not tell me that her mother was principal of the school?" the elder Wells whispering in her youngest ear, then smiling as the older Bering met up with the Wells in the corner aisle of the book store. Helena giving a faint nod as all three women met up.
"VICE-principal, Mum." Helena whispering to her mother.
"That fish emulsion suggestion was just golden, my Dendrobiums are smiling their praises, Mrs. Bering" the elder Wells smiling as she shook the offered hand from the co-owner of the bookstore.
"Please, just Jeannie," Myka rounding the corner of the shelf just as her mother was introducing herself to Helena's mother. "Seems our daughters have seen fit for this meeting," Jeannie laughing a soft chuckle as her eyes spirited up to meeting wide green ones just over the shoulder of the two Wells women. "Never, in all my days would I have guessed Myka as a sports fan. God knows she did not inherit that gene from me or her father," Myka blushing as she stopped just behind the three women.
"Mom?!" Myka giving a soft whine, her back stiffening up just as a soft smile in her eyes reached Helena's.
"Mother? Are you pestering the customers again?" the sound of her father's light tone was halted as he stopped just in front of Helena, his hazel eyes squinting as he gave a quick glance between his daughter and the young girl. "You will have to excuse my wife, Mrs…" his eyes turning ever so slightly after his quick glare at Myka wringing her hands.
"Where are my manners?" the eldest Wells feeling the tension in the room, her stifling her words at the slight look of disapproval she caught in the man's eyes after that long look at his daughter. "Mr Bering, I am …"
"Please, just call me Warren," the man saying as he shook the proffered hand of the elder Wells, nodding in approval of her choice of books in her arms. "Jeannie here tells me you are a Horticulturalist," Warren saying as he helped to relieve the books from the elder Wells arms. "And a Rugby coach?" his brow furrowed as he looked at the title of the other book, rolling the spine of the book in his hand as he raised an eyebrow at the young girl, presumably her daughter, who had shrunk to the side of her mother, him catching the quick glance from her to his eldest.
Myka had stood back, a few steps away from the others, training her eyes to look anywhere but at the location of the adults walking in front of her… "So, this young one is tutored by my oldest?"
"Yes dad her …" Myka shutting her mouth as her father raised his hand, both elder women side-eyeing each other.
"My name sir, "Helena stepping forward between the two women as she extended her hand to the man. "Is Wells, Helena G. Wells." the offered hand hanging unmet for what seemed a lifetime to Myka, her anger heating with each second the hand was left cold. Myka was stopped by a soft hand against her side as Jeannie stepped closer to the young girl, hugging her close.
"HG Wells?" his eyebrow raised as a slight grin split his lips, his downcast eyes meeting the elder Wells as she stiffen, ready to defend her child. "Explains Myka's interest," his head nodding to the three women. "Used to read War of The Worlds to her," him then down casting his eyes to the book he held in his hands. "Any relations?" the man asking as he shook Helena's hand.
"A distant relative, sir." Helena shaking firm, refusing to show any weakness in her stance or grip.
"Come now, little one," the elder Wells beaming as she kissed the side of her child's head. "My uncle insisted one of our offspring should bear the title," the elder Wells smiling as her daughter squared her shoulders.
Myka could not help herself, letting out a small gruff of reverence at Helena standing up to her father, her wishing, a blush of heat raking her cheeks at the envy of strength of HG to stand up to her father, wishing for just half the backbone. Her eyes turning wide as her father stopped in his tracks, his shoulders shrinking a bit in silent defeat. "Well, mother." the man saying as he kept his back to them.
"Well what, Warren?" the woman asking, just catching the soft smile between her daughter and the other girl in what they thought was a stolen glance. The elder Bering biting her lower lip at the sudden flood of thoughts, of how the sudden interest in sports now made sense, of the lack of interest in gossip of boys that was now only regulated to her youngest daughter.
"Dinner?" the eldest Wells asking, breaking the older Bering woman out of her train of thought as she gripped her daughter's hand, already leading her girl toward the exit of the small bookstore.
"And a chance for the young ones to state their goodbyes?" the woman looking over her shoulder at the tall girl, her smiling at red hues adorning the young girl's cheeks. "Give Myka a short reprieve with stocking duties, Father?"
"Yes, yes," Warren waving a hand over his shoulder as he walked upstairs. "The shelves in the Bio section had better be right before the night's end, Myka Ophelia."
Myka tried her utmost to hide her smile, biting her lip between her teeth as Helena nodded to her mother, giving a 'may I' plead in her eyes. "Thank you, Mum, Mrs. Bering," Helena glowing as she watched Jeannie nod her approval for Myka. "An escort should be provided," her grinning at her daughter as both girls rushed for the door. "I so look forward to making a proper English 'sup'," Jeannie said as she hugged the elder Wells. "This Friday agreeable?" the woman asking as they both turned to the counter, the elder Bering ringing up the books the elder Wells insisted upon paying.
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"Oh My God!" Myka said under her breath as she lead Helena around the corner of the bookstore, pulling and tugging Helena by the hand as she raced them into the alley. "I thought I was going to implode when my dad came up and …" Myka's words cut short by the quick press of Helena's lips against hers. Myka was lost to all clear thought as those soft, ruby red lips pressed against hers. Myka's response was in auto-mode as she then gripped, digging her fingers against Helena's hips, her fingers finding the slopes of her jeans as Helena pressed Myka against the cold, brick wall of the alley.
"Your dad really read those stories to you as a child?" Helena's first words since the bookstore, heated against the skin against of her neck as Helena's words brushed against her skin. Myka was breathless from the heated kiss, her fingers gripping on Helena's hips to try and steady herself.
"Yes," was the first cohesive thought she could utter, her panic at what they were doing, in a dark alleyway, their parents just a few feet from them had Myka panicking as her heart raced, a battle of lustful hormones battled at her clear thought.
"You are my knight," Myka whispered against quivering lips as Helena suddenly pulled back, her temple resting against Myka's forehead. Her panic rising at the realization of what she had done. Her nerves getting the best of her as she pulled back, willing her breathing to subside to quick intakes of breath as she raised their entwined fingers to her lips.
"I meant no disrespect," Myka's senses slowly returning, just in time to pick up on the low quiver in Helena's voice.
"I … we should not …" Helena gulping down her words as she tried to push her body, now firmly pressed against Myka's, away. Her semi-adult thoughts warring with her teenage hormones as she bent her head down, a cascade of black, silken hair forming a shielded curtain around her face, unable to look upon those green eyes that held her heart.
"I am scared," Helena whispered, her fingers looping around the denim belt loops of Myka's jeans, pulling the younger girl flush to her body, feeling the gentle slid of her hair against soft curls as she rested her head against the side of Myka's, eyes shut tight as she refused to look up into loving shades of green.
"I want to be with you night and day," Myka's soft words were whispered against Helena's soft hair as she kissed the side of the girl's head, bringing them closer, not a wisp of air between their bodies as Myka hugged them close.
"I am not this noble," Helena sighed, her nose brushing up and into the slight space of Myka's blouse between the unbuttoned shirt, her lips resting against the solid feel of the young girl's collar bone on her lips as her arms encircled around that slim waist.
"I am but the student to your tutorial," Helena sighed against the sweet press of Myka's skin against her lips. "You think me the worldly traveler because I was imprisoned in a all-girl schools before America?"
"Not at all," Myka sighed as she brushed her lips against the crown of silken hair, her arms embracing the light of her life. "But …" Myka grinned as she raised Helena's face with the firm press of her two fingers under her chin. "But you are my first, and my last," a sweet smile gracing Myka's face.
"Such sweet words spoken, but without my fingers pressed against your skin?" Helena trying her best to finger her reluctant hesitation.
"You started this on my birthday at the drive-in," Myka giving a slow grin as she reached for Helena's finger, her heart racing as she watched Helena's eyes roll back in her head as she sucked on the girl's forefinger, her tongue swirling around Helena's knuckle. A sligtht 'pop' as Myka smiled, Helena's finger released from those lips.
"Good Lord," Helena rasped out as her hips bucked forward, pressing the taller girl against the cold, stone bricks of the alleyway. Her nose brushing the soft blouse away, exposing the pale skin to her heated lips, her knee responding of its own accord as she pressed firm between Myka's inseam. The warmth of that incased lust/love pressing against her knee was Helena's last straw, her last thought as all her nobliety faded away.
"You've never," Myka rasped out against the shell of Helena's ear, the soft skin between ear and neck a banquet of desire between Myka's lips.
"I am not the …" Helena trying her utmost to contain her raging hormones as she swallowed thickly. "I have never …" Helena sighing in between the soft expanse between Myka's breasts as her fingers released the blouse from the confines of the belted jeans, her sighing as she felt the softness of Myka's stiff, pebbled desire raking against her cheek.
"You are my first …" Helena sighed, her words cut short by the gentle grip of Myka's nipple between her lips and teeth.
"As you are mine." Myka's breathe becoming ragged as she pressed her lips down on the crown of Helena's head, her grip pulling them closer.
"Your sweet love will save me," Helena's mumbled words between her teeth on her nipples caused a cathartic response in Myka, her hips thrusting forward as her arms drew them tighter.
"Helena George Wells?" the voice of her mother sparking a unwanted response in Helena as it echoed down, reverberating against the walls of clay and mortar.
"Yes ma'am" the quick response, of Helena biting a bit harder against Myka's nipple caused the younger one to push the older girl off her, her head bouncing off the brick alleyway as she let out a frustrated sigh.
"Your Mom," Myka sighed, pressing Helena closer, hanging her head to cry, feeling like a fool to think Helena would be there, always. "I'm still …" Myka choking on her words as she swallowed hard, her hands cradling Helena's face in place as she spoke. "A virgin"
"Do not break my heart," the last of whispered words falling over those bee-stung lips, her words piercing Helena's heart.
"Helena George!" Helena hiding her face in the soft place between Myka's breasts, her lips feeling every beat of rapid thoughts as she clinched her eyes tight.
"Be there in a jiff," Myka shaking as those words reverberated against her soft flesh between her breasts.
"I am such a coward," Helena sighed as she pushed off from Myka's form, her fingers tracing over the soft slope of the girl's jaw.
"Never," Myka whispered against the shell of Helena's ear as she pulled away, her face shadowed with regret and loss.
"Georgie, do not make me come down there!" Helena stiffing in Myka's arms as her mother's words echoed down the alleyway.
"I am a bashful child, begining to grow because of you," Myka sucking in her breath at the flat out reveil of her heart. "I am killing myself because of that." Myka rasped out, wanting to kill herself for saying that. Her lips growing still as she braced herself at her revulation, exposing her true heart.
"I get a peaceful, easy feeling when in your arms," Myka whispered next to the shell of Helena's ear as the girl pulled back, her palms cupping those young cheeks.
"My Love, " Helena breathless whispers her lips against Myka's.
"HG Wells!" the shrill voice of her mother caused Helena's shoulders to shake, her fingers wisping out of Myka's as she backed away, her eyes a smile in the darkness of the starless night as she backed away.
"I will text you," Helena's voice fading as she started for her mother, their car parked next to the alleyway.
"I hope she is well worth it, Georgie," the elder Wells saying as she fasten her seatbelt as she looked up to her youngest offspring.
"She is the best of my love," Helena staring off behind her, watching the light shut off in the front corner store as she fasten her seatbelt.
"Helena?" the worried tone in her Mum's voice causing Helena to grip the palm resting on the gear shift.
"Myka is my 'one' and I shan't be persuaded otherwise."
"I just pray that none of you will be crying," the elder Wells driving them into the blackness of the night.