Hello all :)

Sorry this update took so long to get here. I promised someone that this would be waiting for them in their inbox when they wake up in the morning. I just hope it lives up to their expectations! Eek!

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This has not been beta-ed so, ya know, pardon mih errors.

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Myka cursed as her cellphone started ringing. She was in the middle of directing the maneuvering of a metal I-beam into a tight spot. Just as it slid into position, she answered her phone, catching it on the last ring.

"Bering!" She barked into the receiver.

"Now now darling, I hardly think that's the proper way to greet the woman you couldn't keep your hands off just yesterday," Helena teased from the other end.

"Hey," Myka's voice softened to a whisper.

"Hey yourself. What are you doing?" The Brit purred in her ear.

"Work. Trying to get this building done right. Can't possibly have it crumbling on gorgeous visiting lecturers, now can I?"

"Most definitely not!" Helena responded playfully. "What's for lunch, darling?" The older woman continued.

"Ah, not much. I have an orange and a bottle of green tea. Ooh, I have a packet of pretzels too." The engineer beamed proudly.

"Blimey, love, that's hardly anything! How ever do you survive in such a demanding job?" Helena questioned, positively annoyed that this woman wasn't nourishing herself properly.

"It's fine, Helena. I hardly have time to eat in any case. So this works out fine." Myka defended her eating habits.

"Bollocks. I'll have none of it," the Brit stated with an air of authority, "I'm bringing you a proper lunch."

"Helenaaaa, really, it's no big deal." Myka insisted.

"There's no changing my mind love, I'm on my way already. Be there in 5."

"What? Where are you?"

"You seem to forget we work in the same place, darling, I'm right in the campus cafeteria."

As promised, within five minutes the Lecturer's blue sport BMW (replacement for the Range Rover) pulled into the parking lot.

The gorgeous woman was clad in another of her signature wrap dresses and stiletto heels; accentuating her legs and figure.

Upon seeing the Brit, Myka rushed to her side and ushered her into the small trailer office before her foreman could catch hold of them; sure that if he did, she would have to hear about it for the rest of the week.

Pushing the trailer door shut found Myka pushed up against it, the supple body of the lecturer pressed flush against hers.

"I must say darling, you do look quite ravishing in those coveralls." Helena purred, nibbling on the engineer's earlobe.

Myka was at a loss for words. The sensation of the woman's teeth and lips nipping at her earlobe while her hands found their way inside the coverall and were currently pressing into the small of her back was too much for Myka to articulate words.

In an attempt to slow things down, she pushed Helena back slightly, moving her towards the chair and seating her.

"So, lunch huh?" Myka asked, still flushed and breathing heavily.

"Oh yes dear," Helena replied, retrieving the bag she had discarded on the trailer floor. "I got us grilled chicken subs, salad and another iced tea." She announced.

"Us? You having lunch with me?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to." Helena responded shyly.

They both sat down and got started on the food, conversation flowing freely between them.

"So how long have you been doing this roving lecturer thing?" Myka asked, eager to learn more about this woman.

Helena's eyes saddened a bit before she responded. "About two years ago," Helena started, keeping her eyes averted from Myka's, "I took up a full time position at Imperial College, London. I threw myself into research there and when the opportunity arose for me to do visit lectures, I jumped on it."

"Wow. Do you go home in between visit schools?" Myka asked, treading cautiously. She could tell that talking about this was difficult for Helena; why exactly, was still unknown to her.

"I haven't been back there in a little over a year. I must say, I do often crave a good home cooked meal. But being on the road keeps my mind occupied."

"Helena, if you don't mind me asking, why does it seem like you're running away from something in England?"

Helena remained thoughtful before releasing a heavy sigh. "Maybe another time Myka. Right now I have to hurry back; lecture starts in fifteen minutes."

"No problem. Um, if you're not busy tonight, maybe, uh, I'd like if you could, um maybe come over to my place for dinner? Since you haven't had a home cooked meal in so long I could cook for you. I mean I'm not the best of cooks but I do okay. I can.."

Helena silenced the rambling woman by pressing her lips against the engineer's. she pulled away before it could deepen, "I'd love to. Text me your address, k?"

And with that the scholar sauntered out the tiny trailer leaving a speechless engineer in her wake.

That evening Myka fluttered around her kitchen, nervously clanking pots and pans and bumping into every corner of the kitchen's island. She had done her homework. Googling British dishes and finding the right recipes, she even placed a call to her foreman's wife, who had spent some time in England, to ask for advice.

The aromas wafting from her kitchen were divine, she just hoped that the taste of the food did it justice.

At exactly seven o'clock her doorbell rang and she hurried over to let the woman in.

"My God Myka! Am I smelling what I think I'm smelling? Did you?" The Brit looked at the engineer in utter fascination. Myka simply took her hand and led her to the table.

Myka looked at the table she set, a nervous smile on her face.

"I read online that Chicken Tikka Masala was the national dish of England, so..." she looked up at the Brit while gesturing to the spread with her hands.

Helena was speechless. She stood there in absolute awe of this woman.

Myka mistook her silence for displeasure and tried to salvage the downward spiraling situation.

"I have some meatloaf in the fridge if you don't like this." The embarrassed engineer offered.

"Its the United Kingdom darling," the Brit said, a smile played across her face before she continued, "anything you have prepared will be absolutely divine."

Myka let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding and moved to serve the meal.

"Darling, that was the most delicious Chicken Tikka I've ever had." Helena complimented as she relaxed into Myka's couch with a glass of wine.

"I'm glad you liked it. I've actually never had that before but I can see it becoming a regular on my menu. The way the flavours blend, and the spices, my God, it really was a treat to my tongue."

Helena smiled and placed her wineglass on the coffee table before leaning forward, bringing her face less than an inch from Myka's.

"Surely I can think of other ways to...treat...your tongue, darling," the Brit purred seductively before closing the remaining distance and claiming Myka's lips in a tentative kiss. The young engineer curled her fingers around the Brit's neck and pulled the woman into her, deepening the kiss, the taste of the wine and Indian spices dancing between their tongues. Helena's hands came to rest on either side of Myka's hips, her fingers brushing the thin fabric of the younger woman's Tshirt up. Myka's hands were on Helena's back, pulling the woman down to press flush against her, eliminating all the space between them. As she felt Helena's hand on her stomach, she snapped out of her reverie and pulled away.

"I'm sorry Helena, I can't."

Both women were shocked at the words. Myka tried to not get lost in those almost-black eyes as she worked to find her voice. She was falling too hard too fast for this woman who was only going to be here for a short time again. If she allowed this to go any further she knew she would fall completely in love with her. She mustered up her courage and attempted to explain what was going through her head.

"Helena," she began, "you're amazing, wonderful, gorgeous and I... I.." She had to look away again, those dark orbs were weakening her resolve.

Helena's gentle touch on her chin brought her gaze back to those depthless pools.

"Darling, talk to me. What's happening?"

Myka felt a solitary tear trickle down the side of her face.

"Myka, hey, please. What's wrong?" Helena begged.

"Gosh Helena, nothing's wrong. That's the thing. You're perfect. Everything about you, about us, is perfect. And I'm falling for you and a week from now you'll be in Timbuktu or wherever is next on your itinerary. I can't risk it Helena. I'm sorry. I just can't risk my heart like that." Myka couldn't hold the tears back now and they streaked heartbreaking tracks down the side of her face.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Helena ordered, pulling Myka up to a sitting position.

"Myka, for the past two years I've been lost. My world was pulled out from under me, leaving me desolate and broken. You, Myka, you, in this short time we've spent together, you somehow found a way to put me back together. I can't say that I'm falling in love with you dear, because quite frankly, I already am. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this before, but I applied for a tenure here. I want to stay close to you Myka, if you'll have me." Dark eyes searched green for any sign of affirmation.

Myka's tears knew no bounds as her heart leapt in joy. She all but jumped into the older woman's lap, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, full of promise. She stood up, never breaking the kiss, and guided Helena to her bedroom.

Pillows were swiftly tossed off the bed as Myka crawled up backwards, lips still sealed, British goddess hovering over her. Their subtle touches turned into grasps now as offending clothing was unceremoniously ripped from heaving bodies. Myka needed to feel Helena everywhere, to have all of her. Breasts against breasts, hips grinding into each other, hands lost in the fraction of space between their heated centres; both women seeking to show the other just how much they needed each other. As Helena started feeling the first wave of orgasm descend upon her, she felt Myka's entire body stiffen and her muscles tighten around her long slender fingers, catapulting her into a full on intense orgasm. The young engineer swore loudly as the second wave hit her, blinding her to everything but the woman above her.

"Helena."

Her voice rasped out as her body started its decent and her heart rate struggled to return to normal.

Helena's head found purchase in the crook of her neck and she nuzzled there, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

This was what they both had needed, but now, it was time to explore, Myka thought as she flipped Helena onto her back. The young engineer had every intention of learning every single detail of this woman's body tonight.