Alexa woke first the next morning, legs intertwined with Helena’s.  She grinned to herself as she remembered the events of the previous night.  Helena had introduced a strap on into the mix but she hadn’t counted on Alexa’s desire to wear the accessory first.  Alexa remembered how good it felt to roll her hips into Helena, to see the desire on her face as she fucked her in a whole new way.  She shuddered as she remembered how she had wanted to fuck Helena in every position imaginable and they’d almost managed it before Helena finally collapsed exhausted, unable to take anymore.

‘Hmm..morning tiger,’ said Helena sleepily when Alexa nipped at her shoulder.  Helena caught the glint of desire in Alexa’s eyes as she turned to her and knew what she was thinking.  ‘Last night wasn’t exactly what I had planned,’ Helena admitted with a smile and stretched her tired muscles.

‘You didn’t enjoy it?’ asked Alexa knowing that not to be the case but playing anyway.  Helena pressed her first kiss of the day to Alexa’s lips.  ‘You know I enjoyed it but I was planning on fucking you into oblivion not the other way round.’

Alexa traced a line down Helena’s body with her hand.  ‘Well what can I say?  If you don’t want me to fuck you then you shouldn’t be this pretty my little wannabe alpha.’

Helena couldn’t believe Alexa had just said that to her, she never knew quite what was going to come out of her mouth.  ‘God I love you,’ she thought and her heart pounded with the realisation.  But instead she replied as expected.  ‘Wannabe , who you calling wannabe?’ and rolled over onto Alexa, pinning her hands above her head.

The sound of the telephone, saved Alexa.

Helena reluctantly rolled off Alexa and pressed the speaker.

‘Hello,’ Helena said.

‘Morning Helena, it’s Bette.  I wanted to ask if you and Alexa would like to come to the opening of Provocations tonight?’

‘What’s Provocations?’ asked Alexa.

‘It’s an art exhibition by some great contemporary artists at the museum I run Alexa.’

‘You want to go?’ mouthed Helena silently to Alexa.

‘If you do,’ she whispered back.  ‘Could be fun.’

‘What time shall we be there Bette?’