Helena laughed and put an arm around her, pulling her close.  ‘I’ll tell you when it’s safe,’ she whispered.  ‘You can look now,’ she said and Alexa turned back to face the screen just as the man in question launched out of the back seat at his unsuspecting victim.

‘Ahh Helena!  You told me it was ok to look!’ she shrieked and threw a cushion playfully at Helena.

Helena laughed and threw it back at her.  ‘You should have seen your face!’

‘Not funny,’ she said and threw the cushion again.

Helena felt the way she hadn’t in a while young and girlish.  ‘Oh no now you’ve done it,’ she said menacingly.

‘What?’ asked Alexa

‘You’ve thrown that cushion back at me twice, I’m going to have to hold you down and beat you with it to teach you a lesson.’

Just the suggestion of Helena holding her down to do anything sent a flush straight through Alexa.

‘You wouldn’t dare!’ said Alexa, staring her down, green eyes gazing into crystal blue.

Alexa sensed Helena’s hesitancy to carry out her threat and lifted the other cushion, throwing it at her lightly.

Helena reached over and stopped Alexa before she could escape the couch, trapping her beneath her and holding her hands firmly above her head.  Alexa tried to move but was surprised by Helena’s strength.  ‘Now will you play nice?’ asked Helena, trying desperately not to focus on the fact that she had a beautiful woman beneath her.

‘Helena, I’d play with you any way you like,’ said Alexa in a seductive tone she didn’t know she possessed.

Alexa saw the subtle change as Helena’s eyes pooled with desire and her breathing slightly quickened to match her own.  ‘You don’t play fair,’ said Helena and released Alexa’s hands.  It shouldn’t be legal to be that innocent and that sexy all in one package, she cursed silently.

Alexa felt a thrill pass through her as Helena deliberately focused back on the movie.  Could it be that Helena felt even a flash of desire for her?  Could it be that the most attractive women she’d ever met in her life could feel something for her in return?

She looked at Helena’s profile, face lit in the dim lamp-light, her long dark hair hanging loose to rest where the swell of her breasts strained against her shirt.