Helena was rendered speechless for a moment, and tried to remember the last time someone had that effect on her. She was a woman of words and imagination, but right now, she was nothing more then a simple woman whose heartbeat was trembling with a feeling she had long forgotten existed.

That is what happens when you are in-bronzed for too long. Having only the company of your own thoughts can slowly drain out all the emotions you have had as a human and turn you into a living statue.

Mykas words shouldn't have this much of an impact on her. Those simple words should not leave her speechless. And yet they do.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts and looked back at the agent by her side who was looking like a small child right now. Like she was in fear that what she said would bring her trouble.

"You like me." It was more a statement then a question, as Helena digged thru her mind to find the right words to kill the silence. "You said my name."

Myka realized that she had only called her H.G. till now. For some reason she never spoke out her name. Helena. Even the name is perfect. Ugh, what is with me!

"I did."

There was another moment of silence before the inventor spoke again.

"Is that why you kept avoiding me?"

"What? Your name?" Myka smiled and thought to do the same thing Pete usually does when he is nervous, and make a joke out of it all. "Yeah. I was worried that I will pronounce your name wrong, since its a great name and I didn't wanna mess it up. So I thought, avoiding you, till I figure it out, was the best thing to do." Way to sound like an idiot Myka.

Helena read between the lines and couldn't help but smile back at the blushing agent. It was astonishing to have such an effect on someone after so many years of no human contact. She remembered, back in her time before she was bronzed, both men and women admired her. She could have made each and every person around her blush, with a simple smile, a small gesture, a soft touch, and they would have all been at her service from that moment on.

But Myka was not like any of them. Helena never truly cared for any of those people back then. Not once did it feel right to be with someone. Not with a woman, nor a man. Not even Christinas father. Helena was scared to admit it, but Myka was the first person in her entire life, that made her feel like she belongs. In this short time that has known her, she made her feel at home, even with her avoiding her.

"I meant the I like you part." Myka only nodded, hiding her eyes away from Helena.

"So to make things clear; you like me like me, there for, you avoid me. Correct?"

Again, Mykas only response was to nod. How that woman could make her turn from being an adult, to acting like a five year old child, she will never know.

"Quite endearing, honestly. Well; at last now that I know the reason for your recent behavior. For a while I thought I did something terribly wrong and that you might actually hate me."

"I don't hate you. I just really like you, and it's frustrating." Myka stood up and walked to the bookshelf in her room, her back to a still siting Helena.

Helena kept her eyes focused on the nervous agent, and as Myka turned slightly to the side; Helena, for the first time, noticed how incredibly beautiful the agent really was. The long messy curls framing her face, and Myka nervously biting down on her lower lip. A strange warmth was growing inside of Helena, as she was observing the agent from the bed.

"Do tell, what do you plan on doing to get rid of that frustration, darling." Mykas head snapped back at the word darling. Every time that word leaves Helenas lips, Mykas heart starts drumming a heavy metal song. Can a person have a crush on a word? That would just be ridiculous.

"I don't really know. Hope for this silly crush to wear itself off soon." She leaned her back on the bookshelf and looked at Helena. Yeah, that won't happen.

"A crush?" Helena looked at her curiously.

"Yeah." Myka laughed nervously, trying to figure out how to explain the word. "It's like, when you like someone. I mean, when you're fond of someone...infatuated, smitten, attracted..."

"You are rambling darling." Helena cut her off, and stud up, circling around the bed, and walking up to Myka; stopping only a foot away from her.

"Sorry." When did she get so close? And why the hell does she smell so good?! Bad brain, bad! Don't start daydreaming about her again. Especially not when she is right in front of you!

Helena saw her prey right in front of her nose, but she chose not to do a thing. This once, she will only use her words. Myka was a woman of words, just like herself, and they both knew the impact simple words can have on a persons mind.

"Are you, attracted to me?" Helena knew that back in her time she was a beautiful woman, and she got many possessions do to her looks. But being a statue for so long, not being looked at or touched, left the fear of rejection not only of her body, but the mind, deep inside her.

Myka wasn't sure if that was an actual question, or if Helena was only teasing her with it. Did the woman in front of her not realize how incredibly beautiful she was, and how much Myka desired her? How much she longed to touch her?

"I am very attracted to you, Helena." Helenas eyes shut closed at the sound of her own name, leaving Mykas lips. She could have sworn right in that moment, that there was no sound more beautiful then that. She slowly looked back up at her with heavy lidded eyes, completely mesmerized by the beauty in front of her.

Piercing green eyes were roaming up and down her body, back up to her lips and then locked themselves with dark chocolate ones, that were staring at her longingly.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Helena spoke out the question slowly, almost in fear, as green eyes fell towards her lips, unblinking.

Mykas breath got caught in her lungs and her mouth felt suddenly dry. She couldn't look away from her lips. She didn't even want to try to do it.

"Yes." Helenas lips turned into a slight smirk as she slowly moved the last few inches towards Myka, only to be stooped a breath away from the other woman.

Confusion was written all over Helenas face as Myka closed her eyes for a moment, to gather her focus away from her, and then leaned her forehead onto Helenas.

"When the moment is right." Helena stepped backwards, trying to find a reason in her mind, why this moment is possibly wrong. Myka didn't need to hear her thoughts to know what she was thinking. She moved towards the inventor and crocked her head to the side.

"It's too soon. I don't want this to end up being a one time thing, do to my confession. I want to get to know you Helena. You, the woman in front of me, and not the one I've read about in books and files. I want this to be more then just..." She looked embarrassed, looking behind Helena, towards the bed. The inventor got her hint and smiled back at her, tucking a curl behind Mykas ear and resting her palm on her cheek for a small, blissful moment.

"Very well darling. If your wish is to get to know me, then you shall. That is, if you will do me the honor and join me for dinner tomorrow night? And hopefully stop avoiding me."

Myka nervously laughed, both relieved and excited that she will have a chance to try and woo the older women, and get to know her. She took the hand that was resting on her cheek into her own hand and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"Tomorrow it is then." Helenas eyes lightened up at those words as two agents walked towards Mykas door with their fingers intertwined and Helena opened the door with her one free hand.

"Good night, Helena." Myka let go of her hand and moved towards her, slowly, pressing her lips to the other womans cheek, leaving a feather light kiss there.

She moved back in, closing the door behind her, leaving a stunned Helena on the other side.

"Good night, Myka."

This chapter might be a little bit longer then planed...but I still hope y`all like it. Comments and reviews are welcome.