2 Hearts 2 Minds as One
As the lovers layin the hammock between the palms, the stars and planets looked down upon them and smiled. The heavens know when they witness something rare – and there was no finer example of two people who were the true embodiment of love.
"Will you keep the name of Melody Island or change it?" Helena asked of Myka's new property. The gentle breezes moved them slightly in the midnight air. Myka lay in Helena's arms, their bare legs intertwined comfortably, her head resting on Helena's chest.
"We should call it Bering-Wells Island perhaps," Myka mused.
"Are you taking my name?" Helena asked, not having given it much thought.
"Of course, aren't you taking mine?" Myka asked, because it was the one thing she had thought about.
Long before the engagement, Myka doodled their names together on paper when on a conference call or when she daydreamed about their life together. Millie smiled when she saw the many sheets of paper adorned with 'Bering-Wells,' and 'Wells-Bering,' monikers in different shapes and sizes.
"Of course, I just hadn't thought about it. Will I be Bering-Wells or Wells-Bering?" Helena asked, more amused by it than Myka.
"Well, Bering-Wells sounds better, but that's just me," Myka said, pushing into Helena's chest as she lay in her arms.
"That's just I," Helena corrected her.
"So you agree, good," Myka said, getting one up.
"I do indeed," Helena said, kissing Myka's head. "What will your parents think of that?"
"I don't know. My parents are pretty old-fashioned – they probably think I won't keep my name," Myka said, and the phrase stuck in Helena's head as she thought about it.
"We should visit them," Helena said, putting the plan in motion.
"Oh we have so much to do before we can do that," Myka hesitated.
"OK, then they should come to us," Helena said because the plan was formulated, therefore, it had to be carried out. If Myka's parents were old-fashioned, they would want to be asked for their blessing.
Myka didn't want to think about anything else except that she was in Helena's arms. She looked up at the black night skies. "When will the spacecraft reach Aldebaran?"
"A very long time from now in terms of time," Helena said. "But in terms of how long I will love you? A small fraction of that time."
Myka turned to look up at Helena, smiling at the words just spoken. "God has seen fit to fill your mouth with the most wonderful words."
"Thank you, but I would much prefer to fill it with something else at the moment," Helena said, her lips curling up.
"Oh really? What is more divine than the verses you speak?" Myka asked.
"Your flesh," Helena said, deftly turning and getting on top of Myka.
Now positioned about her, Helena put her mouth to Myka's lips and bit them gently, pulling at them before pressing in and kissing Myka so hard, it send shivers down her body. She released Myka's swollen lips and left a trail of kisses down Myka's neck until she reached the creamy soft mounds that she captured with her mouth.
The sensation of Helena's tongue circling the tips as she gently kneaded them made Myka rasp hungrily – "More."
And more is what Helena gave her.
Several minutes later, there wasn't an inch of Myka's creamy pale skin that Helena hadn't touched - from running her fingers through Myka's hair, to massaging her legs, to tickling the bottoms of her feet with gentle strokes. Under Helena's careful pushing aside of what little clothing Myka had on, and tender, but firm stroking, Myka's body responded to the stimulus quickly. A guttural moan of delight left Helena's throat as she massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves as long slender fingers made Myka arch her back in ecstasy. The stillness of the night was shattered by Myka's uninhibited screams of her Deity's and Helena's names at the exact moment of muscle shattering intensity.
Not an easy thing to do in a hammock - unless you're HG Wells.
Helena didn't dare put her head on Myka's chest for fear of impeding the sharp inhales and exhales as Myka tried to get her breath.
"Ohhhh," Helena said softly.
"What?" Myka asked, her breathing still ragged.
"I forgot your blindfold," Helena all but pouted.
"No, it's good. I would have missed looking at the sky. I think I actually saw stars collide," Myla laughed.
"And explode?" Helena asked coyly, running her finger ever so closely to Myka's sensitive apex.
"Yes, mas….sive ex..plo….sions," Myka laughed.
The women finally lie in each other's arms as the night skies twinkled above them and soft winds enveloped them.
"Are you concerned about the wedding?" Helena asked as she looked into the sky.
"You mean about where or when?" Myka asked.
"Yes, or anything," Helena answered.
"No, not really," Myka said, confident they could work it out.
"What kind of wedding did you dream of when you were little?" Helena asked, because of the universality of the theme.
"I was going to marry HG Wells – in a grassy meadow. My father was going to walk me down the aisle, my mother would be in the front row, we would write our own vows, people would throw rice, and we would honeymoon on an island in Greece," Myka recalled.
Helena was silent while she listened. "The Isle of Gaia is for sale, " Helena said slowly, as they stood up from the hammock.
"Helena!" Myka said trying to stop the wheels in the Brit's head from turning.
"Do you know Gaia is considered the Greek primordial goddess of all? The creator and giver of birth to the earth?" Helena went on as they walked to the beach.
"Think of those stretch marks!" Myka said aghast. "Please do not buy that island," Myka was imploring, but Helena was onto the next topic.
Helena stopped and turned to look at Myka. The bright moon shone down on the water with a rippling brightness. Soft waves lapped at their feet as they stood on wet sand.
"Do you want children, Myka?" Helena asked with the enthusiasm of an eight year old inquisitive child.
Myka smiled to think what Helena was like as a child. How does one parent a genius, she wondered. "Helena, I would have your child in a heartbeat, but we can decide if we want to adopt or try …..," Myka said.
"Then you shall have her, Myka," Helena said with an air of confidence.
"Helena, maybe someday they….," Myka tried to say, not wanting to dissuade Helena's unbridled enthusiasm.
"Myka, someday is here. We have discovered how to take the mitochondria of one mother and ….," Helena tried to explain.
"We? We who?" Myka asked, trying to grasp what Helena was saying.
"We…at Wells Corp," Helena said slowly.
"Are you saying you've developed a way for two women…?" Myka asked, trying to take the information in slowly.
"Yes," Helena said – proud of the breakthrough discovery.
Myka's mind raced with the news as she tried to comprehend the possibilities. "Does this mean? Could it be, Helena? I could …or you could …. Maybe you want to because you already know…," and Myka stopped talking. She knew how difficult a subject it was for Helena and now she felt instead of tiptoeing around it, she had barged in like a bull in the china shop. "I'm so sorry, Helena," Myka said, her eyes tearing a little at how upset she was.
"Myka," Helena said, taking Myka's hands in hers and kissing them. Moonlight pierced the night sky and reflected in black eyes. "I was blessed to have Christina in my life. Her death brought a darkness to me that I never thought I would survive. I finally realized I wanted the blackness there, as a reminder of what I lost. The pain was unbearable, even for me," Helena said, and Myka could see the tears welling up in Helena's eyes. "So when I was released, after feeling out of control for so long, I took control of everything in my life. I did what I wanted, the way I wanted and I thought for a long time that would mask the pain, but it didn't. After every victory, everything I conquered or won, the darkness was waiting there when I was done. It wasn't until you came into my life, Myka. Your light banished the darkness, filled the emptiness with hope, and made me believe I was worthy again. I will always have Christina in my heart, but you, Myka – made my heart believe again. And I will do everything in my power to give you what your heart desires," Helena said, her tone serious, yet soft.
Never in Myka's life has someone wanted to give her so much, so often, so lovingly. "My heart desires you," Myka said, pulling Helena in to kiss her. The couple remained joined, bathed in moonlight, until they required the necessary oxygen.
"Does anyone know about this discovery?" Myka asked, as they walked back to the house.
"Two of my top scientists in the stem cell research division," Helena said. "And Irene."
"Irene knows?" Myka asked, not surprised Helena would share this with her.
"I think so. Apparently, when we were away, one of the researchers shared the information with her unknowingly," Helena said.
"Has she said anything to you?" Myka inquired.
Helena reflected on that question. In fact, if it hadn't been for the scientist's confession upon Helena's return, she wouldn't have known. "No, but then, that's very Irene," Helena said, not minding the grammatical errors of her own sentence.
The two walked into the house, holding hands, neither of them wanting to let go as they went to the bedroom. Filled with the idea of even more possibilities for their life together, Myka nestled in next to Helena as they fell into a blissful sleep.
The next day, Myka begged Helena to go to the mainland where they shopped the antique stores in the quaint little town. A vintage cuckoo clock in the back of the store caught Myka's eye. When she asked the price, the clerk explained that it wasn't for sale because it didn't work.
"I've had master clock workers look at it, but no one can fix it," he complained. "It would be for decoration only, but no one wants a clock that doesn't work, even if it's right twice a day!" he laughed. Myka thanked him and continued looking around until she met up with a very bored Helena in another part of the store.
"I dare say, this is like visiting my garage in London," she whispered of the antiques that lined the walls and tables.
"I love the way you say gar-razh," Myka said, taking Helena and purposely leading her to the back of the store even though she wanted to leave.
"You like anything I say," Helena said truthfully.
"Oh Helena, look at this," Myka said, directing her to the over sized German cuckoo clock that lay in disrepair.
"Do you …actually…like that?" Helena asked, almost aghast at the garish display of figurines in the front.
Myka knew it wasn't Helena's taste in clocks given the carefully chosen ones that adorned the townhouse. "Actually, I was thinking it would make a great Christmas present for my folks," Myka said.
The clerk came back to the only two customers in his shop.
"How much did you say this was?" Myka asked….again, hoping to play him into her hands.
"Oh this is broken…," he said and was going to say 'remember?', but Myka cut him off.
"Oh Helena, it's broken," Myka said, slightly exaggerating the fact. "Do you think it could be repaired?"
The man looked quizzically at Myka, certain she was young enough to remember the brief conversation they just had. He noticed something in Myka's widened eyes, almost imploring him to answer the question again. She wanted him to repeat it for the benefit of the other woman, he thought.
"Uhm …no? I mean, I've had people look at it," he said slowly.
"Master clock repair people?" Myka stumbled, trying to get the point across.
"What?" the man asked and then realized what was going on. "Oh yes, master clock workers. The best out there," he said.
"Horologists," Helena said, looking down, but not touching the time piece.
"A what?" the man asked, which neither pleased nor annoyed Helena.
"A horologist is one who makes clocks and watches and is skilled in the practice or theory of horology," she said and then looked up to see the blank expression on his face. And only because her interest was piqued did she have the patience to answer further - "Horology is the science of measuring time and the art of making instruments for indicating time."
Myka thought she heard the man's eyes blink like you do in cartoons.
"Are you a horo- gist?" he asked, a deep furrow in his forehead.
"You might say I know a thing or two about time," Helena said, her eyes cast down at the clock as she touched a greasy wheel that lay in the pile.
Myka bit the inside of her cheek at the inside joke.
"We'll take it," Helena said, after scanning the various pieces and figuring out the issue. "We'll have it working in no time," she said to Myka.
The man packed the hundreds of pieces up and insisted on charging them an undervalue price because he was absolutely sure it would never work again. Then they went to the small hardware store where Helena shopped for what she needed, much the way she put high fashion couture outfits together.
By late afternoon, they were back on the island and the dining room table was covered with the large clock and the tiny wheels, springs, chains, hooks and rings. On one side of Helena were the long needle nose syringes of oil and at least six screwdrivers with different size heads. Myka made tea and sat opposite Helena to watch. Myka quietly picked up her phone and pressed 'video' and taped the brilliant inventor at work for a few seconds. Then she sent the video to Irene and labeled it –"Helena enjoying herself."
Myka couldn't get the grin off her face as she watched her genius fiancée go to work, humming a song until she would stop and take a sip of tea. "This is very good," Helena said and Myka knew then for certain the Brit's brain was completely absorbed with the task at hand.
Telling the genius something was broken was a stroke of genius , Myka mused.
"Could you help with this?" Helena asked and Myka was off her feet and at Helena's side in an instant. Helena stood behind Myka, gently pushing in behind her and covering her hand with hers to show her what to do. Myka felt the goose bumps erupt on her arms as Helena slowly ran her fingers down the length of them, caressing her hands as she gave Myka instructions in her ear in a breathy tone.
"Now just hold it still, right there," Helena said, pushing into Myka on purpose and moving her own hips to brush against Myka.
"I can't assist you if you keep doing that, Miss Wells," Myka said, gently pushing back into Helena.
"Really? How about if I steady you?" Helena said, her hands riding up Myka's thighs to her waist.
"Oh sure, that will do it. Not," Myka laughed as Helena squeezed her waist and tickled her.
Myka squirmed and twisted, and turned to face Helena. "You did that on purpose," Myka said, laughing as Helena pulled her in.
"Yes, I did," Helena replied.
"How can you expect me to help you if you keep touching me?" Myka asked.
"I didn't really need your help. I lured you over here with the intention of doing this," Helena said, moving her hands up and down Myka's back slowly.
"You fixed it?" Myka asked because there were still pieces all over the table.
"Not yet, but I will," Helena said, kissing Myka's jaw line until she reached her lips.
"Are you always this confident?" Myka asked, fully aware of the answer.
"I'm very skilled with my hands," Helena said in Myka's ear.
"You're not the only one," Myka laughed, pulled Helena away from her project to the couch.
As the lovers laughed and kissed, they caressed each other with an urgency of an insatiable hunger of wanting and need. Myka deftly touched Helena until she gasped for air and begged Myka to relieve the aching tension that had been mounting until she couldn't stand it anymore. Slowly – so as not to cause too fast a descent, Myka fondled Helena into an eruption that sent her soaring over the edge, landing in an explosion of a thousand pieces.
Helena lay panting on the couch as Myka pulled the blanket up over them.
"You …are…..amazing," Helena said between tiny gasps for air.
"I am a bit of a horologist myself, you know," Myka said.
"Is that so? Did you build a time machine?" the Time Traveler teased as Myka settled in under Helena's arm.
"No, but I do know... how to show a girl a good time," Myka replied confidently.
"Indeed you do, Myka Bering, indeed you do," Helena replied.
Thank you to ArticRoze who shared her thoughts about Myka finding something broken for Helena to fix.