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Two Hearts, One Love
"This is not what I agreed to," Helena said into the phone as she paced back and forth in front of the park. Myka smiled and shrugged her shoulders when the passersby would look in their direction. In spite of what Helena believed, Central Park was not her front yard. Myka would gently remind her she didn't have property rights just because it was in her view. None of that seemed to matter to Helena who yelled into the phone. The call ended and Helena looked up to the skies in total frustration.
"Problem?" Myka asked when Helena walked back to where she was standing on the sidewalk.
Helena forced a smile trying to convey everything was alright. "Nothing that can't be taken care of," the Brit said through gritted teeth.
"Are you concerned about the crowds?" Myka asked, thinking maybe Wells Security could set up a barricade outside the townhouse if that was what had Helena concerned.
"I don't like disruptions," Helena said and crossed the street with Myka.
Helena had cleared everything with the Mayor. She told him what she needed, and he drew up his conditions. Helena feared she would never see the end of dinners and fundraisers, but it had to be done.
"Can't you ask for simple things, like closing the Met for a private affair, or renting out Carnegie Hall for a benefit concert? Must it always involve the New York Police Department or Fire Department?" the Mayor complained.
He immensely enjoyed borrowing Helena as his dinner guest and even suggested Myka could come along anytime. He wasn't trying to trick people into thinking he and the Fabulous Helena Wells were an item. He and the world understood now that Helena had one love. The Mayor wanted Helena for her ability to smooth talk anyone about anything. He didn't mind bending the rules for someone whose presence guaranteed a sold out crowd.
But Helena could be difficult.
The Mayor now measured Helena's temper in how often the word 'bloody' was used in their conversations and by all accounts, this one was over the top. He actually thought she used the adjective to describe the adjective in this conversation. It was that bad. Still, he told her that the concert had been planned since last year and that he would make sure the organizers cleared the park …..but Helena had already hung up on him.
She was being that difficult.
Myka tried to rub Helena's shoulder and pulled her in close as they finished their trek to their home. Once inside, Myka suggested she would make them breakfast and Helena went into her study to do some work.
It took some self-talking on Myka's part to not insist that Helena come into the kitchen with her. It wasn't the chastising she usually did, but rather a reminder that she didn't need to be right next to Helena to feel their connection. It was going to take Myka some time to get over the sensation of losing that Oneness. She was already working on the cure.
Helena busied herself with checking and rechecking things she had set in motion after their return from Melody Island. Surely the money she spent would assure her things would go as planned. There was no room for error.
Myka brought in a tray of scrambled egg whites with vegetables, toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice. Helena joined her in the dining room where Myka again apologized for what had happened.
"Myka darling, I doubt that will be our last misunderstanding. The important thing is what we learn from it," Helena said, putting a bit of the egg on a fork and feeding Myka.
"Well, what I have learned again," Myka said, repeating the action, and presenting Helena with the food filled fork, "…is that you are incredibly kind."
"I am," Helena smiled and grabbed Myka's hand, holding it there as she protruded her tongue to lick the fork painstakingly slowly.
Myka's eyes locked onto the action and she almost forgot to let out the breath she had taken in. Helena's movements ceased and Myka finally exhaled – out of disappointment, until she looked up at Helena's eyes filled with lust.
Myka threw – not dropped – the fork down on the table as she leapt from her chair, and grabbed at Helena. She pressed her lips onto Helena's and invaded her mouth, making a low moaning sound as she took Helena's jaw in her hands. Myka's head turned right, and then left, as she repeatedly kissed Helena.
Helena pushed away from the table, never breaking the kiss and stood up, allowing Myka to walk her backwards until the wall broke their waltz. Helena felt Myka's hands roam the length of her body from her hips up to her breasts as Myka adeptly removed her button down blouse – by pulling hard on the two sides and popping the buttons off. Feeling Helena's bare skin sent shivers down Myka's spine and she started to kiss her shoulders, letting the bra straps fall so she could tenderly touch the top of Helena's swollen breasts.
Helena wanted to walk across the black and white tiled hallway to the living room, but Myka's touches were making her knees weak and movement seemed impossible. Finally, Myka decided they needed room – and withdrew her mouth from Helena's skin.
"Come with me," Myka said, the words whispered in Helena's left ear. Myka pulled Helena slowly into the entryway and toward the stairs that Helena swore she would not be able to climb.
"Just...no…here," Helena pleaded. "Take me." She pulled Myka towards her and pressed her body into Myka's hips, sliding a leg between Myka's. Myka knew if she didn't go now to the bedroom, their love-making would happen on a cold tile floor or the uncomfortable carpeted steps. Neither was inviting. She broke Helena's embrace and started walking backwards up the stairs. Helena stared at the uncooperative woman. "Don't make me …," Helena almost begged. Myka smiled devilishly down at Helena who summoned up all her strength and lunged to grab Myka's arm to make her comply. Myka was too fast, her years of fencing making her retreat lightning quick.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Myka provoked Helena.
Helena saw this teasing as a battle of wills. She would remain at the bottom of the steps, her breasts half exposed from Myka's disrobing, and be coy. Myka would admit defeat and retrace her steps. Helena looked up to see Myka slowly pulling the black netted top over her head and allowing it to fall before her hands undid the front zipper on her pants.
Helena took the steps two at a time to catch up.
The break in their connection, albeit temporary, felt so bad to both lovers that they were determined to seal up any fracture that might have happened. None had, but that didn't stop them from falling together on the large bed and swimming through blankets and sheets until they lay in each other's arms, bare skin on top of bare skin. Myka pulled at Helena who was above her to make sure every cell in her body knew Helena was there and with her.
And although tender touches relieved powerful aching – several times – it was the sweet caresses and kissing that both bodies craved. Myka's head rested peacefully on Helena's breast now. She listened to the Brit's heartbeat return to normal after expertly making every nerve ending reach fever pitch before gliding Helena over the edge. She then caused an eruption of fiery explosions before allowing Helena to fall back into down-like caverns of relief.
As Myka drifted off to sleep, her mind raced with ideas. She was going to be spontaneous and that took some planning.
The problem was that she was going to hit a brick wall in her execution.
Hours later, noise filled the outside street with concertgoers as they carried blankets, chairs, and bottles of wine for the opening night of Central Park's free concerts. The weather had delivered a balmy evening for Manhattan with clear skies above. Myka woke up first, and prayed the curtains were drawn so that throngs of people couldn't see into the famed townhouse. Fortunately, they were.
Helena stirred and Myka kissed her forehead, lulling her back into sleep.
Was there anyone more fortunate than she at that moment in time, she wondered. She didn't think so.
The women slowly got up after dusk and were famished. Brunch spilled eggs still donned the dining room from hours before and Myka insisted they clean it up. The refrigerator was stocked, but neither could decide what they wanted and so Myka suggested they head out to find something appealing.
"Into those crowds?" Helena asked, annoyed the visitors had not been turned away.
"Not into them, exactly," Myka said, as they dressed upstairs. Myka shimmied into skinny tan pants and a loose-fitting rose-colored blouse with a deep v neck cut. Helena shouted out from the closet asking what she should wear.
"Please, Helena, casual," Myka said, hoping not to give anything away.
Helena emerged in Ralph Lauren stretch leather skinny pants, with lace plackets from the knee down to the ankle. With it, she wore a cream-colored lace blouse that opened to reveal Helena's soft ivory skin.
"Wow," Myka said, at how lovely the outfit was. "I don't know how you walk in those," she added, when she saw the high heeled open toed shoes.
"Why gracefully, of course," Helena teased as she ran the stopper in her perfume bottle up her body from her cleavage to her neck. Myka watched and smiled, already planning where she would plant her next set of kisses.
The women left the townhouse, walked down the street, undetected by the people rushing into the park. Helena's black hair blew gently in the soft wind as she and Myka made their way down to Columbus Circle, where Myka hailed a cab.
"Where are we going?" Helena asked as she went into the back seat.
"17 Barrow, please," Myka said to the driver as he took off into the traffic that infused Manhattan on a late Saturday night.
"Oh, being mysterious, are we?" Helena commented as she looked at her phone. She tapped keys furiously, keeping the phone out of Myka's view. So far, everything was on time.
"I'd say you're doing a very good job of that yourself," Myka said, leaning her shoulder into Helena's.
"Checking on Irene," Helena said, switching screens and leaning gently back.
"How is she?" Myka asked, wondering if the woman had sent back a reply to an email.
"Well," Helena said, looking at her phone. "Her blood pressure is 120 over 82, her pulse rate is normal, her stitches are healing nicely, and her heart is doing quite well, thanks to me," Helena said.
"She told you her blood pressure?" Myka asked curiously.
"Well, not exactly told me herself, but I know it for a fact," Helena answered truthfully.
Myka watched as a graph appeared on Helena's phone that showed Irene's vitals. "How?" Myka asked.
"It's fascinating actually," Helena said as the cab made its way downtown. By the time they arrived at the restaurant - rated as one of Manhattan's most romantic, Helena had revealed the way she had access to the data on her phone.
"Please promise me you'll tell her as soon as you can," Myka said as they went inside.
"I love your choice," Helena said of the establishment called - "One if by Land, Two if by Sea".
"I'm sorry about the title," Myka whispered as the Maître d' showed them to their corner table.
"We're adjusting," Helena kidded back in a mock serious tone, making reference to the famous line supposedly uttered about the British invasion.
"You went about it all wrong anyway," Myka said as they sat down.
"Oh do tell, please. Nothing we English love to hear more about than how we lost the colonies," Helena said playing along.
"You should have charmed us, used those accents. You know we can't resist them," Myka said looking over the menu.
"I'll inform the Queen as soon as we're done," Helena said.
Wine was selected, the food ordered and eaten as onlookers witnessed the two women who were getting very good at tuning out the rest of the world. "Try this," Myka would say, and took a piece of her food and feed it to Helena. The sumptuous food couldn't hold a candle to the sensuous way it was exchanged between the two women who gazed into each other's eyes.
Perhaps it was the break twenty-four hours before, but Myka swore she never felt closer to Helena.
"Is it possible, Myka Bering, that you could make me fall in love with you any more than I am at this moment?" Helena asked from across the intimate table.
"I'm going to try very hard," Myka answered, taking Helena's hand and kissing it.
The meal was finished and smiles replaced the conversation as each thought they were the luckiest woman in the world.
"Pete, could you slow down and tell us what this is all about?" Claudia said, with Eileen on her heels. They had answered the doorbell an hour ago and found their friends on the other side with pizzas. Without being invited in, Pete and Steve descended on Claudia's living room and set up command central. "So you're telling me she's out on the town without a bodyguard, but later tonight we have to be ready to go?" Claudia asked confused, but mostly hungry so she ate as she inquired.
"I am telling you that the boss arranged for something in the park tonight and Wells Security is required to be there," Pete said as he placed one piece of pizza on top of another and ate two at once.
"And by tonight…," Steve said, handing Pete two napkins, " ….he means early morning."
"What do we have to do?" Eileen asked, because neither the time nor location mattered if Helena asked.
"Mostly security detail, although I'm sure there are more instructions in these envelopes," Pete said and patted his bag.
Claudia opened it up and looked inside. There were envelopes for each of them, their names written in beautiful script on the front.
"Oh dude, she didn't handwrite the instructions, did she? I can never read that fancy swirly script of hers," Claudia worried.
"I can read it," Eileen piped up and no one was surprised.
"Engage the Helena-whisperer," Steve said and received a smack from the techie.
"So when do we open the envelopes?" Eileen asked because she wanted to make sure the basketball game on TV didn't distract the security team.
Pete looked down at his watch. "We have some time. Oh and look," he said reaching into his duffel bag. "We got these!" He pulled out the night vision goggles and put them on.
"Are we going to be in the trees?" Claudia asked very worried.
"We so need code names," Pete said because he was never going to give up on that request.
Myka and Helena roamed the streets of the West Village until after midnight. Helena was certain the concert was over and the crowds would have dispersed. Myka was certain Leena had time to visit the townhouse and chill the champagne as she had asked.
Unfortunately, the lovers' plans were headed in two different directions.
Have we all been waiting for this?
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