Helena didn't know what to expect from this night. From this date. She hasn't been on a date for over a century, and even then she didn't put much effort into it. Not that she didn't want too, or didn't know how too. She was simply adored, even without much effort from her side. The great Helena G. Wells. For the first time in her life she felt as nervous as a child.

As soon as they arrived back from the warehouse, Myka rushed her up the stairs and told her to take her time in getting ready for the date. That was over an hour ago. She told her she will knock on her door when they would be ready to go. Helena was patiently siting on the edge of her bed, awaiting for that damn knock. Everyone has their limit when it comes to patient...and Helena just reached hers. She walked out of her room over to Mykas door and stooped mid track as she tried to knock.

Perhaps she changed her mind? Maybe she realized how truly complex I really am, and chose not to go any further with us. Us? What is with me?! There is no US! So, there is mutual attraction, but one does not create an US with only that. She knows nothing of me, and neither do I of her. But that is the reason she said she wanted to get to know me. And the kiss from before...good God Helena, pull yourself together!

She jumped out of her self doubt and knocked on the door. Nothing.

"Myka?" She knocked once more and opened the door in front of her. Empty. Helena turned around, noticing that the B&B seemed pretty quiet and the only sound she heard was coming from downstairs.

She walked down the stairs and before realizing that no one was there, a mouthwatering smell took over her senses and pulled her towards the kitchen. She stooped at the door frame, and took in the sight in front of her. The table was set for two and a bottle of wine was standing between two glasses. There was a small candle in the middle of the table, and a remote was laying at the edge of it. Helenas eyes fell on the woman by the stove, with her back to her, humming along to the song coming from the radio and taking off her apron. She can cook as well? Is there anything that this woman can not do.

Myka turned around, a bit surprised at first as she noticed Helena standing there, looking at her with a smile on her face.

"Helena. I was just about to go get you. How long have yo been standing here?" She smiled at her before she moved to the table, pulling out a chair and nodding to Helena to take a seat.

"Not long enough I am sure." She felt nervous again. Why does that keep happening.

"What?" Myka didn't hear what she said as she went back to the stove, to bring the food to the table. She looked at Helenas puzzled expression, the same one she had when she told her she liked her. "Are you OK?" She served the plates with mushroom cream soup and a plate of warm grilled mozzarella bread. She didn't know if Helena ever tried any of it, and she hoped she will like it. She sat back at the table, and waited for Helena to start talking.

"I am fine darling. I am. It's just that, for a moment ago, I thought that you might have changed your mind and..."She looked embarrassed at her plate and tried to stop her heart beat from racing like crazy.

"You thought I didn't want this?" She lovingly smiled at Helena that looked so small at the moment. "Helena, when it comes to you, to this, there is nothing I want more. Trust me. I just..."

"...want to take things slow." Helena finished her sentence and finally made eye contact with the woman siting next to her.

"So. I hope you don't mind that we aren't going out for dinner. I was trying to think where to take you, and I chose to just stay here and cook for you. I'm not the best cook, but I'm pretty sure the food should be at least eatable." Myka changed the conversation to something lighter and digged into her food. "Plus it will give me, I mean, give us a chance to get to know each other without interruptions."

There it was, the small word that Helena can't get out of her head. Us. Why is she obsessed with the idea of being an us with Myka? Why is the woman able to turn her head up side down? Why can't she stop thinking about her? This happened even before Myka confessed to her that she likes her. Ever since the first time they met, Helena can't get her mind of Myka. At first she thought she was only impressed by the womans strength and intelligence. Of course the fact that she was beautiful helped adding to her more and more frequent thoughts of her. Then the second time they met, Helena knew she found herself and equal. Only difference is that Myka has her head on her shoulders and does things by the book, where Helena ignores the book completely, and does things her way. Perhaps that is why she was so attracted to her. Couse of the differences between them. Myka was so much like Helena, but at the same time she was her complete opposite.

They spend the rest of the dinner chatting about this and that. Mykas parents, her sister. How she became a warehouse agent. Helenas life while working as an agent for Warehouse 12. Her ideas and the life she has now. The books they both read, and the authors they admired.

The conversation was light and both of them simply enjoyed the company of each other.

"So, tell me Myka. How did you convince everyone to spend the night outside of the B&B? The house is clearly empty; and I wanted to ask you that when I came in."

Myka took a sip of her wine and stood up, cleaning the table.

"Well, Leena went to visit her family after we finished breakfast this morning. So, she wont be back till Monday. Pete is staying with Kelly for the night, and Claudia is working with Artie at the warehouse, so she wont be back until later tonight."

"They don't know that we are having a date. Do they?"

Myka leaned on the counter and looked back at Helena. There was something about her at this very moment that made her look so incredibly beautiful. Her eyes. That's it; her eyes. Her beautiful, shiny, hopeful eyes that were staring right thru Myka. She loved her eyes the most.

Loved? To soon too use the word love. Snap out if Myka. Focus on your date.

"No, they don't. But when this goes further, they will." She took a small step forward and held her hand out for Helena to take it.

When. She said when, not if. Helenas smile widened as Myka bowed down in courtesy and wiggled her fingers for Helena to get up.

"Milady." She pulled her hand to her lips, barely leaving a kiss there and then slowly moving out of the kitchen, still holding Helenas hand.

"Where are we going now?" Helena felt at ease at Mykas small gesture. She never knew hand holding could be such a delight. It seems that everything she ever experienced in life, was nothing compared with what she experiences when she is with Myka.

"Now comes the second part of the date."

English isn't my first language, so there might be some typos. Comments and reviews are always welcome...so...keep `em coming.