A tremor raced through her core, an instant throb growing between her legs, as Helena arched herself into Dylan’s touch, the other woman’s hands caressing and massaging her thighs. Moaning into her mouth, Helena dared her hands to push on further, up over Dylan’s ribcage, though the experimental digits stopped once they reached the soft texture of her bra. Dylan gave her thighs a squeeze, their mouths still joined, and Helena took this as confirmation for where she wanted her fingers to be. Within seconds, her hands were cupping Dylan’s breasts, the sensation altogether new and intoxicating. 

Dylan, throbbing with want, pulled her mouth from Helena’s then, a creature born of desire scolding her eyes as she found the startling blues before her. Unable to stop herself, she asked, “How long do we have?” 

Helena instantly understood her question and allowed a few ragged breaths to carry her chest while she tried to capture her thoughts. “A couple hours, maybe,” She breathed back, unable to make sense of time and not daring to glance at the clock on the fireplace lest the time-keeper stole her precious hours with Dylan from her. 

Dylan grinned back at her, chest finally settling into an acceptable pattern of rising and falling with her disturbed breathing. She took a moment to digest the look on Helena’s face, wondering if she would allow them to go further. At this moment in time, the Californian thought she might sell one of her legs to be with the Brit intimately, but she did not want to broach upon her comfort-level and drive their growing friendship into the ground. Helena herself, with flushed cheeks and chest, was all too aware of Dylan’s hands still over her thighs, her own palms sweating slightly beneath Dylan’s top. She had not been this close to another person for over a year, and even before that she had only ever been with Robbie through their eleven-year relationship. But for all the differences and absurdity of her situation, Helena felt it was the most natural thing in the world, and, unable to tell Dylan aloud she didn’t want to stop, she tried to convey this through her eyes. 

Dylan must have finally caught the look, for their lips were soon joined once again, only this time the short-haired brunette retracted her hands from Helena’s thighs. Helena pulled back from their kiss when she felt Dylan tugging at her hands, taking them from beneath her top. She watched silently as Dylan peppered kisses over her knuckles before standing and tugging Helena up with her. The Brit’s legs felt week and uncharacteristically unsure and she leant into Dylan as they kissed again. She allowed herself to be backed out of the room, but Dylan stopped once they reached the foot of the stairs and observed her features once more.