Caught up in the moment, embracing the emptying of her inhibitions,  Dylan found herself unable to tear her eyes from the woman in her arms. The smile that hung, frozen, on her lips slowly slid away to an expression much more sincere and before she could gain control over her motions, her lips were pressed firm against Helena’s and her eyes were closed, heart thrumming in anticipation of the Brit’s next move. A disappointing coolness threatened to consume her, however, when she felt the tense lips disappear from her own, and pried her eyes open to take in what she thought would be a horrified expression, signalling the ruins of a perfectly good growing friendship.

However, Helena merely looked shocked, slightly surprised, her mouth still slightly agape as her eyes bore into the golden brown orbs before her. Giving in to instinct, urged by the lack of disgust on the other woman’s face, Dylan slowly moved closer, eyes roaming Helena’s face for any sign that she was uncomfortable with what she was doing. Though her lips came back to the Brit’s before Dylan saw any such sign, and her eyes lost focus and closed before she could find one. To her surprise and utmost delight, the soft lips against her own finally woke from their stillness and Helena began to kiss her back. 

It was when Helena allowed Dylan’s tongue entrance through her lips that she finally dragged herself back towards reality, heart thundering as she slowly pulled back and glanced intently at the woman in her arms. As unfamiliar as the sensation was, it suddenly felt absolutely perfect, and she had to put in an extra effort to fight away those feelings that threatened her to become almost disappointed when they slowly eased out of one another’s arms, smirking slightly at what had just happened. A strange look passed between them, though Dylan was thankful that the only emotion showing over Helena’s features was of confused intrigue. 

Finally deciding that the moment would kill her if she didn’t sit down, Dylan took a little step backwards and nodded towards the seating area. Helena blinked once and, understanding her message, stepped forward with her as they made their way to a table. By the time she sat down, however, Helena couldn’t stop the smirk from tugging up at the corners of her lips. Trying to cover up her breathless state from seeing the smile over Helena’s face, Dylan took a seat and folded her hands together over her legs. Part of her wanted to brave a journey to the bar for a drink, though the rest of her doubted her legs could stand the ordeal just yet, and so she remained seated, watching Helena with a deep interest. For all the women she had ever kissed, she could surely say that the Brit definitely reciprocated, would even go as far as to say that she enjoyed the kiss, but Dylan was dumbfounded as to what she was thinking. She hoped, at least, that if it had just been Helena’s opportunity to tick off ‘kiss another woman’ on some do-before-I-die list, it wouldn’t come between them or make her feel uncomfortable.