“Are we re-enacting a fantasy of yours my love?”  Bette asked knowingly

“How did you know?”

“Just a guess”

Helena smirked at Bette as she made her way back to her, removing her own bra in the process

“I’ve been wanting to take you on this table for a very long time, and now I’ve finally been presented with the opportunity I will be taking full advantage of your position.”

“Well this isn’t the kind of advantage I was talking about taking but I’m only too happy to oblige… so, why don’t you come and take me already?”

Helena took a hold of Bette’s legs and pulled her forward so that she was standing in between them, staring intensely into Bette’s eyes, she ran one hand up a smooth leg and brought it across to cup Bette’s hot core, Helena moaned as she felt the heat radiate from the electric centre, passing into her hands and run throughout her own body causing her toes to tingle and the fluid from her core to drip onto her already soaked thong. 

“God baby you’re so wet!”  Helena gasped as she felt Bette’s essence trickle onto her hand

“It’s all for you Lena”  Bette managed to breathe out before reaching for Helena’s lips, she gripped her bottom lip lightly with her teeth then sucked it into her mouth.  Helena brought her hand up and pulled away from the kiss, she ran a wet finger over Bette’s lips coating them with her arousal before leaning in and licking them clean

“You taste so fucking good!”

“Lena please…”  Before Bette could finish her request, Helena pushed her back onto the table and crawled up in between her legs, she placed her hands on either side of Bette’s head, staring deeply into her lovers eyes she saw the same passion and desire she knew could be seen in her own.  She bent her head down and latched onto Bette’s right nipple causing her to moan out loud at the unexpected contact.  Helena sucked her nipple into a firm peak before she released it and attacked the other one whilst she brought her right hand down to continue the ministrations on her right breast.  She licked all around Bette’s left nipple then took it into her mouth, biting gently and sucking it firm.  She then licked a scorching trail up to Bette’s waiting lips, licking the outline before teasing Bette’s tongue out of her mouth, sucking it into her own.  She moved her hand from Bette’s breast, running it down her torso to the awaiting heat.  Helena ran one finger up from the bottom of Bette’s dripping lips up to the tip of her clit, eliciting a deep groan from her love.

“Fuck me Helena… Now!”

“As you wish.”  With that Helena drove two fingers easily into Bette’s core causing her to cry out loud

“Aaaaagghhhh yeeessss” 

Helena pulled her fingers out then thrust them back in, over and over as Bette ground her hips down on to Helena’s hand, picking up the rhythm, moving faster and faster.  As she felt Bette’s walls begin to contract around her fingers, she bent her head to suck on a taut nipple at the same time as she pressed her thumb firmly into Bette’s hardened clit, creating circles with each thrust of her hand.  Helena curled her fingers inside her love, driving against the contractions, hitting her mark each time, Bette screamed out loud as the multitude of sensations overtook her causing her body to convulse and a powerful gush of desire spurt out of her core, dripping down Helena’s arm.

Helena held Bette close to her as she regained her senses, leaning down to place a simple kiss on her lips.

“You’re amazing”  Bette managed before returning Helena’s kiss

“So would you like a game now?   You said we could after we were done playing.” 

“And just where did you get the ridiculous idea that we were done playing from hmm?”  Bette asked with a raised brow  “Now get out of those damn pants!”

They spent the rest of the night in the throws of passion, playing with each other until the sun came up, they never did get around to having a game.

***end of flashback***

Helena was brought out of her reminiscence as she reached the end of her ascent.  She took in a deep breath and jumped down on to the ledge, there she saw her, her Bette sat on the ledge, drink in hand, looking down at the world passing by.  And what a sight she was, beauty personified, if only her damn camera wasn’t on the other side of the roof.  She tentatively walked down the steps and called out to her beloved

“Bette…”