Studying Dylan’s vacant expression she kissed her cheek. “Hello, did you hear me?”

Dylan snapped out of her visions of goddesses and grape leaves and smiled softly toward Helena. No, she had not heard her. “Repeat it one more time.”

Helena opened her mouth to began, closed it and reopened it to grin. “It’s not importantthough, sometimes I wander what takes you from me, what puts you in those trances.”

Dylan took hold of one of Helena‘s free hands and kissed the palm of it. “Goddesses.” She mumbled.

“What?” Helena asked, thoroughly perplexed.

“You honestly wouldn’t understand.”

“Why don’t you try me?” The curly-haired Brit was growing curious, and any Peabody usually quelled that urge, mostly getting what they wanted out of any number of situations. They were ambitious.

Dylan took a deep breath, sighing out the results and letting the sheet fall from her upper half. She had no reason to be shy around this woman anymore. She’d shed a lot more than her clothes in front of her the night before and had no trouble being comfortable and nude in her presence.

“You remind me of a goddess.” She finally said, eyes downcast, trying to count the number of threads in the expensive sheets.

Helena used two coupled, slender fingers to raise Dylan’s downtrodden chin, “Perhaps in my own mind.”

Dylan blinked a few times and swallowed, feeling more embarrassed than anything, “In mine too.”

Helena sensed the change in demeanor and quickly lightened the topic, “Notice the sea?” She paused, taking hold of Dylan’s hand and guiding her out of bed and to the picture window that overlooked the breathtaking Pacific Ocean, glistening with early-morning light. A few boats tinkered out in the horizon but the waves were calm and the surf lapped delicately upon the beach and rock. “It’s been so calm since you’ve been with me. Sometimes it’s so wild and thrashes about at all hours of the night that I have to sleep in the study. But, you are like my Halcyone, my sea goddess”

Dylan smiled and wrapped her arms around the smooth skin of Helena‘s waist. She rested her head upon the strong, lean shoulder and gazed out upon the sea that was waking up with them.