Helena’s House
Helena and Dylan sat on the back deck by the pool. They had made love slowly, tenderly, holding onto one another and then Helena started crying. Softly at first, soft sobs as she pressed her face against Dylan’s neck. It was only when her tears fell on Dylan’s skin that Dylan knew something was wrong. She remembered the look on Helena’s face and was scared that she had pushed to far to soon. It wasn’t the case. Helena apologized for crying and Dylan had told her it was okay. Helena told her it was more an emotional release then anything else. Dylan held her, held her tightly, making sure that Helena felt her skin and her heat pressing against her so she did not feel alone.
Helena (leaning her head back): What are you thinking about?

Dylan (kissing her hand): Earlier. You scared me I thought…

Helena (sighing in pleasure): No. It’s, I was, well you and then (blowing out a breath.) I’ve been holding back from you, denying you pleasure as well as myself. Out of fear and…

Dylan (interrupting): No. You’re wrong. You haven’t been denying me, anything.

Helena (turning to look at her): You love sex, you love making love, especially early in the morning and…

Dylan (pressing her fingers to her lips): Sex isn’t a priority here. Making love isn’t a priority. I would wait forever if you asked me to. (Smiling) I’d probably go insane but I will never, ever push you into that. Being with you, spending quiet moments with you, holding you in my arms that’s what’s important. And if that’s all we do, all we ever did then that would be enough.

Helena (falling more in love with her by the second): So sweet (leaning up, their lips less than an inch apart, she could feel Dylan’s breath on her skin, could feel the tension burning in her body, knowing Dylan was holding back; knowing how much this woman did love her and meant every single word she said.) I want you to take me, make me yours, wipe everything else clean and just fuck me.
Dylan (unsure; she knew Helena wanted it, verbally, physically, mentally though she had doubts; she did not ever want to cause this woman pain): Baby…