Helena wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for, but was thankfully reassured whatever doubts Dylan sought out were non-existent, and she gladly laced their fingers together before beginning the ascent up the staircase, tugging Helena up behind her. Once they reached the top, Helena took over, turning her back to Dylan and pulling her along in the direction of the guest room she was staying in by their joined hands. Her heart hammered and she tried to push all thoughts out of her head, but she could not deny the fact that she hardly knew what she was going to do once they were ready to take the next step. 

Dylan closed the door behind them, watching Helena from behind. When the Brit refused to turn around, the short-haired brunette walked around to her side, one arm sliding around her back as she glanced up into those familiar blues she was growing mightily attached to. Helena turned to look at her, her mind stilling as she did, and she thought perhaps that she saw Dylan with new eyes. She had always been good looking, but now Helena almost wanted to tell her that she looked utterly beautiful. Instead, she pressed her mouth to the Californian’s and allowed her to lead her towards the bed. 

Before she could process what had happened, Helena found Dylan straddling her, their tongues weaving together while one of Dylan’s hand began to tug the Summer dress up her hips. With little struggle, the dress was easily removed, and Helena couldn’t help but feel all too exposed. Wanting to equal out their level of dress, Helena boldly lifted the wife-beater from over Dylan’s head, discarding the light material over the side of the bed as Dylan began to unbutton her jeans. There was a tense pause in which Helena waited with the stillness of anticipation and uncertainty as the jeans were removed and, noticing her expression, Dylan touched the palm of her hand to her blushing cheek and asked her in a murmured whisper, “Are you okay?” 

Helena nodded, her hand coming up to cover Dylan’s. Her fingers lingered there a moment before trailing down the other woman’s wrist and forearm. “I want this,” She clarified quietly, holding Dylan’s gaze. The other woman smiled at her statement, told her ‘me too’, and placed a soft kiss to her lips. All those nights of plaguing dreams and now she was actually here, Helena mused.  Feeling the other woman’s hesitation, however, Dylan allowed Helena a moment of silence while she ran her fingers over the heated flesh of her shoulder and collarbone. “I don’t know what to do,” Helena finally told her, seemingly both embarrassed and amused by this fact.