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Showering Her With Love

Much had happened in the weeks that followed the release of the Time Traveler's book on romance.

The group of friend's attended the wedding of Vanessa and Artie. The wedding was sweet and intimate and everyone enjoyed themselves. Helena and Myka paid for their honeymoon as their wedding present. Vanessa would remark later that she had never seen Artie so relaxed.

Morgan Styles decided to do something he rarely did – he forged ahead with a decision without having every single detail in place. Perhaps he had been looking for a change in his life anyway, but when the opportunity to work at Wells Corp presented itself, he decided not to wait. His sister, Sarah, would remark that she had never seen him so spontaneous.

Detective Tierney read Helena's book, with trepidation, after Pete insisted she do so. Explaining that she wasn't really the 'mushy' type, she gave in and read it in one sitting. The beautiful words of the Author slipped right past Jane's tough exterior, and hit the soft spot of her heart underneath. The Author's words made her realize what a great guy Pete was and how she really wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She proposed soon after. Pete would share later that he had never seen Jane so soft; so emotional.

The one most affected by the book was Claudia. She and Eileen had already been talking about their futures together. Yet, Claudia seemed hesitant when she thought about the commitment it would take. She wasn't just marrying her best friend; she was inheriting an entire family. Exactly what she had longed for, and yet somehow, she felt overwhelmed. Underneath it all, Claudia's fear of abandonment was really what was preventing her from going further. Helena's book changed that – and she desperately needed some guidance. Eileen would say she had never seen her lover more anxious.

Helena and Myka were blissfully unaware of the effects of the book – they were too busy focusing on themselves. Having decided that they were ready for the next stage of their lives together, they set about carving out time to spend away from everyone and everything. Helena had created what she was certain would be the best, the safest, the most ingenious way for Myka to become pregnant. The microscopic vessel containing her genetic strands were encased and implanted into the top of the bio-mesh glove Helena had previously invented. The material was so thin, that once on her hand, it looked and felt like her own skin. It was the most resourceful way to allow the spermatozoa-like containers to travel on the path to meet their ovum counterpart. Helena had thought of everything – except of course how difficult it could be to get the pathways to cross at exactly the right moment. Unlike In Vitro Fertilization, Helena's method would allow for the impregnation to duplicate a natural one as close as possible. Of course, the difference was that after an unsuccessful attempt, Helena would have to recreate her genetic portion for another attempt.

The more they tried, the tenser Myka became, feeling more like a test subject than the future mother. The tenser Myka became, the more it didn't work, and the more impatient Helena became until things spiraled – sending Helena into the depths of her lab. She was certain that she had done everything scientifically correct, so that left Myka as the issue. It wasn't until she realized that she needed to adjust the temperature mechanism in the glove to compensate for the body heat of her hand, did Helena realize it was human error, not human limitation.

Her absence had a cascading effect in the meantime. Not only was Myka upset and miserable, the business program at the high school faltered, Pete wouldn't accept Jane's proposal, Claudia needed Helena's guidance before she could propose, Morgan thought perhaps he had made a mistake, and Artie swore he would never take another vacation again because apparently, all hell broke loose while he was away.

Finally, on that evening that Helena emerged from the basement, the universe was back in order.

Helena went upstairs to ready for her much needed shower. She told the intern to burn her clothes – and she wasn't kidding. She didn't want to be reminded of what she had done. Myka said goodnight to everyone, including the Closet intern and Leena. The house was finally empty. By the time she got arrived upstairs, Helena had lathered her hair and scrubbed her body. The last time she felt like this good, she had been washing off decades of Bronzing. Finally, her fingers were able to glide through her long locks.

Myka walked into the steam filled room and watched the ivory shape move behind the shower door. She leaned against the sink and stared, thinking of how much she had missed Helena. It felt like three years instead of three weeks. Helena opened the sliding glass door and peeked out. "Join me?" she asked and Myka immediately threw her clothes off and disrobed. Helena stared at Myka's curvy form, wondering how she managed to do without touching it for so long.

"I must have been …," Helena said, gazing at her wife from head to toe, her fingers gently pushing a strand of Myka's hair back.

"Obsessed," Myka reminded her.

"I was going to say insane," Helena smiled, as beads of water cascaded down her back. The warmth from the water surrounded Myka as soon as she stepped inside. Colored lights in the shower head shone down and bathed Helena in a glow.

Myka gained a new understanding of the expression – a sight for sore eyes – because every part of her own body burned with a deep desire upon seeing Helena's nakedness. It quenched her thirst of missing and made her ache with longing at the same time. Myka pulled Helena into her, grabbing her thigh and pulling her leg up to rest on her own, her other hand firmly on the small of Helena's back.. Her fingers gently kneaded Helena's flesh as if making sure she was really there.

Helena pressed hard against Myka's lips, gently biting the bottom one until it swelled ever so slightly. Then she left light kisses on Myka's neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps until she reached the peak of her breast and pulled it into her mouth. That action alone made Myka moan and throw her head back.

Myka steadied herself by grabbing her wife's buttocks with both hands. She squeezed the fleshy orbs and pulled Helena into her own sensitive core. There wasn't a part of Helena that she didn't want to – need to – touch. Helena stopped only a moment to press of a switch on the wall of the shower stall that made a stool slide out. She pulled Myka and turned her to sit down on it and allowed the water to penetrate her hair. She took the shampoo and lathered Myka's hair – gently massaging her scalp.

"Oh, Helena, that feels ….," was all Myka could say as a bolt of exhilarated excitement shot through her body. She pulled Helena's hand down her chest so she would massage her there as well.

"I have missed you," Helena whispered in Myka's ear as she bent over and rubbed soap on her shoulders and down to cup her breasts.

"You make me feel so good," Myka shared in a sing song voice that turned quickly into a moan when Helena's hand slipped farther down. Myka moved to accommodate the intruding fingers that glided smoothly over a part of Myka so sensitive, she shuddered from the sensation.

Helena removed her hand, pulled Myka back to lean on her as she removed the shower head and washed the soap off Myka's body. The sensation of the water beads hitting Myka's skin getting closer and closer to where Helena's fingers had been, made Myka moan with anticipation.

Helena bent down and turned Myka's face to her. She kissed her hard, invading her mouth with a tongue that lost no skill in their time apart. All the time, Helena slowly lowered the shower head until it pulsated in between Myka's legs. Myka raked her fingernails down Helena's arms, gently at first, but her need was driving her and she pressed harder.

But something was missing and Myka insisted on stopping so she could get it.

She begged Helena to take her to the bedroom. They shut off the water, gently dried each other off, grabbed two large robes and put them on and went into their bedroom. Helena lay back on the bed as Myka went to the vanity table to get what she wanted.

"Give me your neck," Myka said and Helena sat back up and exposed her neck to her wife without question.

"I have missed this," Myka said, spraying the Chanel No. 5 perfume on her wife's neck. It was the aphrodisiac that sent Myka over the edge. It was the first thing she noticed about Helena when they first met, and it was the scent that aroused her because it was – Helena. It filled her senses and she all but lost control as she threw her robe off and pushed Helena back down on the bed. Helena could sense Myka's mixed emotions twisting and barely suppressed beneath the surface.

In minutes, she devoured Helena's skin from her neck down across her breasts to her stomach and beyond, where she then devoured Helena at such a painstakingly slow pace, that her wife considered this might just be her way of punishing her. Helena begged, but Myka was unrelenting in doing everything slowly until Helena all but pushed her head in place. But Myka's hand swiftly restrained Helena's which only served to push the Brit farther into a sweet agonizing state. Her head went back, her torso pushed up as she waited for relief. Finally, when Myka sensed she was at the peak, she tenderly and slowly pushed Helena into a sensory state of electric convulsions. There wasn't a part of Helena's body that didn't involuntarily jerk from the tension being released.

Helena had certainly learned her lesson.

Myka moved up next to her, pulling the one robe over them. "I love you," Helena said in short breaths. "Even before you did this to me," she laughed a guttural laugh.

"I intend to do this to you more often, just to make sure you don't forget," Myka whispered and sent an electric charge from her lips brushing Helena's ear. Then, her tongue lightly outlined Helena's lips, until she pressed down and kissed her.

Helena had barely recovered, but summoned her strength, and moved quickly atop Myka, her legs straddling her. Myka looked up into Helena's eyes that were so intense, they resembled glowing coals. She bent down to kiss Myka, her breasts quickly cupped in Myka's hands. "I will never forget, Myka, ever again."

Myka had been in such pain in her lover's absence that Helena's touches were like salve to her wounds. Every kiss, every gentle touch, made Myka's worries disappear. What took their place was her longing and it returned with renewed vigor as Helena finished what she had started in the shower. Myka gave into Helena's touch and when the release came in explosions, Myka let it come out in the form of a long, loud moan of calling out to God - that pleased her wife.

All was right in the Bering-Wells home.

The next morning, Myka woke with a start that she was alone, but immediately felt the warmth of Helena's arms around her, her knees pressing into the back of hers. "I'm here," Helena said immediately, sensing Myka's concern. Myka pulled Helena's arms in even tighter, just to make sure.

While the weekend afforded Helena and Myka hours together to talk about what happened and to promise it wouldn't happen again, their friends also had time to plan for Helena's return. None were more anxious than Claudia who needed her Sage's advice.

Helena was going to have one helluva first day back.