Chapter 4

A/N No Beta so all mistakes are mine. Had a big debate with a good friend about how Helena and Myka would handle their virginity with each other. Sorry, but updates will be longer in time.

The summer break

"They can do that?" Helena's voice hoarse from the desperate gulps for air.

"I shall … and yes they can skip me a grade. Do you have an issue with me in your senior classes?," Myka's voice coming out as low rumble as she pulled away, watching as the small indentation of her fingers turned into a soft shade of red, as blood began to pump again against Helena's chest after pushing herself up and away from Helena's lap in the cramped backseat of her jeep. Her fingers clutching at her unbutton blue blouse, her red hues filling her cheeks as fast as the indentations pressed by her fingers on porcelain skin.

The days ushered in the warmth of the change of spring, kissing at the return of summer, but yet the nights still held a chill around them in the high Rockies. Months had been spent in blind groping, searing kisses and breathless words of adoration since that night at the drive-in. It was all but an unspoken mantra throughout the school, of the tutor and captain as a couple.

Any that dared to utter a disparaging word was met with fist-a cuffs from the two best friends that had now, become a couple themselves. Pete and Amanda, between snogs and hugs defended their close friends.

"So you shall be my equal?" Helena letting that all too cocky grin spread over her lips, brushing upon the shell of that perfect ear as Myka rested her weight on the edge of Helena's knees. Knees that had been screaming minutes ago from the cramped backseat they had contorted themselves into so many times since that family dinner…

"Relax, Love." Helena whispered, her breath warm next to her neck as the gentle press on the small of her back as Helena had come into the kitchen that night from that first family dinner months ago. Both clans meeting for the first time, Jeannie laughing with a slight blush as the elder Wells helped to pull the Yorkshire pudding from the oven.

"Our husbands seem the right fit, like peas in a pod," the elder Wells speaking as she set the tin tray down on the rack to cool.

"Seems so, that and a hefty pour or three from Father's good Scotch," her eyes darting to the fading giggles as their two girls bumped hips, a slight amusement as to which was setting the table in 'proper English sup'.

"You are such a geek!" Tracy rolling her eyes one second, only to be hushed in the other by the soft sigh as Charles would come in, a wink and a nod to the youngest Bering drowning out the hushed giggles from the older girls.

"Fancy a turn?" Charles had asked Tracy in his thickest brogue, his hand extended as he bowed to the youngest Bering. The radio having been turned on just before the Wells arrival.

"Ten minutes till dinner," Jeannie saying as she pushed the oven door shut with a flick of her hip as she set down the roast and root veggies. "Father! Your youngest is being charmed by a rogue Brit up here," Jeannie then giving a quick nod at the slow roll of the youngest pair of eyes, her sighing as she glanced over them, Mrs. Wells following suit as they watched their two girls giggling in the far corner of the dining room.

"Is it just me?" Jeannie asking the elder Wells as she dipped into the pan drippings, readying the brown gravy.

"A concern for your youngest, or your oldest?" the elder woman never raising her eyes as she mixed the rue into the pan drippings.

"Tracy is at that age where any flirt would sweep her off her feet. Her head in the clouds, that one." the sigh not escaping the other mother.

"But?" a hesitant voice as the elder Wells served up the Parsnips and carrots.

"Myka has not and will not ever have her father's approval …" the elder Bering stopping her mixing of the brown gravy, resting her hands on the counter with her back turned, matching the elders Wells as they both watched ; Their husbands arguing over old tomes, their youngest and oldest dancing near the two men. Their sighs in sync as their eyes drifted to the soft, hushed words that only lovers whispered, emanating from the darken corner of the dining room from their two girls.

"Her Father would have a heart attack if he ever found out," the soft whisper of words echoing off the wooden floor, the elder Wells, her only allude to hearing them, was a gentle squeeze into the other mother's hand.

"Dad sighed the permission slip, saying 'a good sense of where you came from is needed as to where you are going'" Myka trying her best to emulate her father's voice. Helena laughing into the warmth of Myka's neck as she slipped her fingers down the small space between the jeans she had finagled open and the smooth skin she now associated with the feel of her Myka.

"Come here," Helena whispered. The words feeling more like a guttural growl against Myka's neck then a request, her fingers placed just under the unyielding collar bones as Myka lulled her head back from those wanting lips as they stared down her skin. Myka's eyes closed tight as she fought the wagging hormones.

"Two weeks we fly out to DC," Myka husked against the crown of those black locks, cursing herself as her body rocked without her stern say so at her shy inhibitions, leaning forward to allow less resistance as Helena's fingers crossed over her hips, slipping just under the hem of her underwear.

"No," Myka biting her lower lip raw at her own warring doubts into Helena's neck as she reached in front of her, pulling Helena's hand out and away from her heated core. The slight resistance that met Helena's fingers startling her into semi-clear thought.

"Just wait …" Myka shutting her eyes tight as she gently sucked on Helena's forefinger, repressing her tears as she kept her eyes shut tight. The rough, shaking sounds of lust and desire not escaping her that emanated from her first and only love.

"Until?" Helena gritting her teeth as she bowed her head between the full open blouse of Myka's light cotton shirt. The slight sting of the plastic button pressing into her cheek was ignored as she pressed Myka's form closer to her. Both women letting out a shuddered sigh as Myka bent her head, letting her cheek settle against cool, black locks as she tried to repress the burning desire overcoming her body. Helena, in turn, was trying her utmost to repress her frustration, not allowing the tears to fall into the soft curls brushing against her cheek.

"The trip to DC is two days …" Myka then shifting off Helena's lap, a huge sigh and folded arms caused the Brit to lose her train of thought. She watched as Myka gripped at her open shirt, tugging the two halves together, her thumb flicking at the plastic buttons as she gripped her shirt closed.

"The L word" Myka said in a hushed tone, her head falling back on the arm Helena had rested behind Myka, her fingers lightly brushing over the young girl's shoulder.

"Pardon?" Helena responded as her brow furrowed.

"Research?" Myka turned, tucking her leg under her as she laid her free arm across Helena's. Her knuckles turning a pale shade of pink as they gripped her shirt tighter.

"I am to assume your train of thought is ...?" Myka sighed to herself at the look of confusion on Helena's face. The light bulb going on as she realized her own crazy train of thought going off the rails.

"You know that I am a major geek, right?" Myka began, her forefinger hooking a stray lock of hair, gently setting it behind Helena's ear as she gripped her shirt tighter.

"Stop belittling yourself with labels!" Helena's words as rushed as the growing frustration flushing her cheeks.

"Just hear me out, please?" her lips quelling the protests from Helena.

"Fine," Helena said, throwing her back on the back seat of Myka's jeep. "Go on" not letting on that she was grateful that Myka had removed the top to her jeep which now afforded her clear sight of the stars above them. She had given a small squeeze to Myka's thigh early that night as she drove them up the rocky slope to their secluded spot on the side of the mountain top.

"Seeing as we …" Myka waving her hand between the both of them. "Shit!" she mumbled, grabbing at the two halves of her shirt that had fallen open when she waved her hand.

"You have my full attention," Helena smirked, eyebrows raised as she rolled her head on Myka's arm behind her.

"Ass," Myka huffed as she squeezed Helena's shoulder. "I am trying to get this out and your leering eyes on my tits are not helping."

"Not like I have not seen them before and for the record, I was not leering, Ogling and lusting maybe …" Helena was saying as she turned to face Myka, her smirk dripping with lust, a slight mix of humor interjecting.

"As I was trying to say," Myka ghosting her words against Helena's lips as she leaned in, only to pull quickly away. "Please, just let me get this out?" Helena nodded, her eyes shut tight as Myka leaned back.

"Being the geek that I am, I researched as much as I could." Myka then smiled as she watched Helena's eyes slowly open, her finger tracing over pouting lips. Her thumb brushed over the raised eyebrow.

"The L word and any and all movies that did not have one of the women killing herself or jumping into a man's arms." Myka smiled as she watched those hooded eyes open, the swirl of gold flecks sparkling against the backdrop of coffee colored irises.

"And why was that?" Helena then quickly raising her finger against Myka's lips. "I understand the need of research, a bookstore daughter and school tutor, you're calling after all. But why this?"

Myka pulled her arm away from the backrest of the backseat, almost instantly missing the warmth against her arm. Helena watched as Myka clasped her fingers together, her thumb rubbing the inside of her palm. Helena cleared her throat, turning her full attention on misting, down cast green eyes. She knew this was serious, Myka have letting her unbuttoned blouse fall open as she stared at her hands.

"I am nervous about the trip and your family's cabin and us being alone and me having no clue, seeing as it is our first time and the first time is supposed to be special and all I could think of was to research and I didn't want to let you down and …" Myka's hands were flying around almost as fast as her words.

"Myka, my love. You could never let me down." Helena clasped those flying hands, then raising their entwined fingers to her lips. Helena watched as the panic slowly ebbed from dark, hunter green into a soft green. "You have worked yourself into a tether," Helena smiled. Myka followed those eyes, watching strong; sure fingers button up her opened shirt.

"It has befuddled me since coming to this country," Helena was saying, her brow creasing as she struggled with the last three buttons on Myka's shirt, eyes directed in stern concentration with each button.

"Meaning?" Myka's lips barely brushing against Helena's forehead, head bend near her as Helena was concentrating on her task.

"Come now, being a worldly reader and such. Many a story is written of the worldly traveler seducing the sheltered American. The world assuming just because I was incarcerated in an all-girls boarding that I would have heathen, sexual proust." Helena shrugged. her eyes still downcast as she smoothed over the buttoned lapel of Myka's shirt, careful to avoid the rounded mounds of Myka's breasts.

"I could tutor you with the research I have acquired." Myka smiled, raising Helena's head, their eyes meeting as Myka held her two fingers under Helena's chin, refusing to let the Brit look away.

"So brash, you Americans." Myka was unable to resist, her lips rushing to press the smirk off her girlfriends face.

"Girlfriend, am I?" Helena's words coming out in a heated breath as she turned her head, ghosting her lips against Myka's cheek, trying to repress her gasps for air as her fingers hooked under Myka's collar. "So brash, you Americans." her fingers shaking as she brushed a ringlet of curls behind Myka's ear. "So beautiful."

The crimson tide washed over Myka's cheeks at Helena's words and her slip of the title. "I figured, you know …" Myka shrugging her shoulders, her eyes pleading as she hovered her lips oh so close to Helena's. She was trying to control her heart's rapid pounding at her confession: never as to be as bold with her guarded thoughts and feelings. Her learning the hard lessons of softness and exposing her true feelings years ago from her family, more so her father.

"I would be honored to be referred to as your girlfriend, Myka." Helena feeling her boldness giving way to a beautiful surrender she had secretly longed for. Expectations from her father, needless prodding and teasing from her brother fueled her quest to be in charge, as captain of the rugby team or any endeavor she pursued. She would catch small snippets from her mother, the worried looks and almost silent sighs as mother worried for her child.

"Helena, sugar?" Myka's voice was a soothing balm, the warm; sure fingers under her chin shook the thoughts away. "Where did you go?"

"You called me sugar" Helena whispered, her smile growing across Myka's lips as Helena settled on top of the girl's lap. Helena gripped the old, cracked leather of the backseat, her hands on either side of Myka's head as she leaned oh so slowly down, her lips but a wisp near Myka's. "Am I your girlfriend, your sugar?"

"I ...maybe, I want you to be, I thought you would ask me first?" Myka's pupils dilated, almost erasing the green hue as her brow furrowed. Helena feeling the girl stiffen under, her face unsure.

"Only if you ask me first," Helena then leaning away from Myka's lips, an internal growl repressed at losing the give and take, of the mingling of their breaths as she nipped across Myka' jawline. Her giving extra care to not incite any amours touches down the front of Myka's chest. 'Good gravy! How can I resist those gorgeous tits of hers? No, to crase a word for my Myka.'

"Sugar, I really need to get us home, well, me home," Myka's words were a jumbled mess, her face now buried between those three special buttons Helena had release whenever they were alone, Myka was becoming lost to that rymytic of Helena's heart that pulsed against her lips. Her analytical side becoming a wasteland as Helena tugged gently at her curls.

"Are you my girlfriend?" Myka's voice a low but firm timber as she slipped her fingers, the usual back pockets of Helena's button fly jeans, but, more bolden, working under the black leather belt. Both their breaths gasping at the warm fingers that met silk skin, Myka's fingers bypassing the belt, sliding just under the hem of rough denim.

"I will give you my answer … as soon as I am well and safe at my front porch," Helena was now forcing each word out, her head falling into the crook of Myka's shoulder. Myka cupped Helena's cheeks between the palms of her hand. She smiling as Helena all but lifted up a weak struggle.

"Drive me home" her soft moist words brushing Myka's ear as she off the girl's lap. Helena kept a protect eye on Myka as the young girl rounded the jeep. Then buckling her as she started the car. "Only my Mum shall be there. Father and Charlies have hopped across the pond to tie up a few loose ends." Helena then looked up, realizing there was stillness in the air.

"Are you saying your Mom knows about us?" Myka was trying to repress the panic overwhelming her as she started up the jeep.

"I believe she knew all long before we did." Helena responding to Myka's question.

"And she is okay with this, I mean us?" Myka never turned to look at Helena, thoughts of dismemberment and worse flooded her mind as she took extra care driving, following all the rules. Sitting at a once red light, wild curls flipping as she turned; making sure no one was running the red light.

Helena leaned back in her seat, repressing a small chuckle at the once 'Danica Kirkpatrick' now driving as her Gram had back in London. "Darling, sometime in this century?" her hand giving a reassuring squeeze, calming the nervous bouncing.

"Well, just got you home," Myka blushing, stuffing her hands in the back pocket of her jeans as she bounced on the heels of worn blue Kids.

Both women saw the yellow porch light come on as they stood near each, "Yes, Myka. I am your girlfriend." Helena smiled, inching her way closer to the nervous girl. She placed her hands back and around, stilling the twitch of Myka's finger jammed in her back pockets.

"I have been yours since the first day I saw you in school, my heart sure and true when I spotted you in the bleachers at my Rugby match." Helena had inched stealthy into Myka's personal space. Myka gave a slight gasp of surprise as she felt Helena wrap her arms around her waist, erasing all space and air between them.

"And the answer to your question is …" Helena erased what little space was between them, her kiss was soft, just nipping at Myka's bottom. Her smile into their kiss was slowly heating, and when Myka let a small gasp escape, Helena took full advantage, holding Myka's bottom lip prisoner.

The quick flashing of the dull yellow porch light flicking caused them to jump back, their arms still around each others waist.

"Your Mom can see us," a bit of panic escaping with her breath, and then resting her forehead against Helena.

"Do you wish to know my response?" Helena jutting her jaw forward, a quick peck needed.

"Please?" Helena pulled her tighter, sensing the girl's nervous feels.

"Yes, Myka. You are my girlfriend." Myka not being able to contain her racing heart picked Helena up, their bodies turning in a small, giddy circle as they kissed.

"Georgie? Care to invite your special friend in for a cup of tea?" not a hint of malice in her voice.

"I can't," Myka whispered as she let Helena down. "My dad is going to kick my ass for breaking curfew on a school night." Myka rushed to her jeep, waving and saying a soft goodnight to the Wells women, both now standing on the porch.

"What has you troubled little one?' the older woman asking as she hugged her daughter close, leading them into the house.

"I am worried that Myka's father might …" Helena stopping her fears, using the excuse of having to brush her teeth. The elder Wells busied herself finding her daughter's favorite sleepwear, repressing her mixed emotions.

"Do you suspect there may be abuse?" the elder Wells stopping in the middle of her daughter's room, the clothes hanging loosely in her hand.

"No! I have never seen a bruise or mark on her skin," Helena then halting her words at the stern look on her mother's face.

"And how much of that skin have you been privy to?" Her trying to control the worry and at the same time, warring with thoughts of her little girl growing too fast.

"Mum!" Helena grabbing at the night clothes out of her mother's hand. "We have been very prudent and reserved and tonight, we final asked each other to be more. Girlfriends, exclusive to one another." Helena's voice muffled as she pulled the soft tank over her head.

"I trust your judgement, but am more concerned by Myka's family reaction." The woman saying as she sat on the foot of her daughter's bed. She held the duvet up, then tucking it snug under her daughter's chin. She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead.

"Since our home is void of the men for the weekend, maybe a small dinner between us girls?" the elder Wells turning on the nightlight, her then leaning against the half closed door after turning the other lights off, she waited for her daughter's response.

"Why?" Helena then holding the back of her hand against her mouth, stifling a yawn escaping.

"I think a nice dinner here would be a nice, safe setting when you two inform me of your relationship status." a smile was given as she quietly closed the door.

"You really need to fill your time with other things beside Facebook, Mum." the elder smiling as she listened to the fading words of her child.