Letting Go

Helena had just countered Myka's Freudian slip without so much as a slight hesitation. 'How long did you think it would take me?' rang in her ears long after the words dropped from those lips. Myka could have simply admitted that every nerve ending in her body had hijacked her and was in the driver's seat. Or she could laugh it off as a simple faux pas. But while Myka's brain twisted with which choice to make, her heart and soul took over.

But remember, they were still inside Myka Ophelia Bering.

She took a deep breath, returned to the stare that Helena had been holding her in, and spoke.

"I don't usually do this…," she almost apologized before acting.

Myka had two choices, and everything in her training and personal experience told her to act without question. She pulled Helena by the shoulders and pushed up against her lips with her own. The instant they touched, Myka's astute hands felt the Brit's body relax into that kiss. Myka expected the slightest jockeying for position; after all, Helena was a complete Alpha type.

But there was none.

Helena was so used to being the aggressor that the newness of actually wanting to be kissed surprised her. She actually allowed Myka to hold her in that embrace until both of them needed air.

"I don't usually…," Helena uttered.

Myka knew exactly what the doctor meant. An amateur could have figured out how dominant Helena was in any situation.

"Well, look at us then…," Myka smiled as she realized for the first time how close the two were still standing. She inhaled the doctor's expensive perfume slowly.

Neither felt the world tilt off its axis a little as both seemed to switch their natural roles. And more unusual, both were actually enjoying it.

Helena was so used to managing every situation that she found the sudden quiet unnerving. But she had never been here before, and her brain scrambled to say something- anything – that a superior brain might say. Instead, her lips uttered:

"Are you… still hungry?"

The tension between them reignited with those words. Helena swore she could see gold specks like flames in the green eyes that locked onto her. Apparently, she decided, being in the non-dominant role, caused her ankles to give out.

Myka, in the meantime, was turning over that question in her head. She hadn't seen Helena's finger make the slightest gesture towards the kitchen. Her hostess' question spoke of a very different hunger to her.

Or was it so different?

There was no denying it now; Myka's eyes were speaking volumes. "I really think I am," she almost whispered as her hand cupped Helena's jaw and her thumb traced across her lip.

The motion made the silk robe slip off Myka's shoulder and the expensive lace lingerie peeked out.

Myka didn't miss Helena's gaze moving from the exposed clothing back to her eyes. "Good," Helena said, but her voice cracked. "That's … nice," she affirmed.

Myka moved in to kiss those sultry lips again, to make sure she was moving in the right direction. Helena again, melting into her lips so quickly, that Myka's hands held her in place by embracing her hips. Again, their lips parted and Helena toyed with, not ripped open as was usually her style, the knot in the robe's sash around Myka's waist.

"I've never met anyone like you, Myka," Helena confessed, showing vulnerability that no one ever saw ever.

Not even Myka's Midwestern inbred politeness could get her back on track. Thank God, or she might have apologized for her forwardness. But the doctor had awoken something in Myka that was stronger than her manners.

Helena had awoken Myka's desire.

With all the confidence that only reared its head on occasion inside the Secret Service agent, Myka looked down into Helena's eyes and said; "I know."

It wasn't cocky; it was arrogant. It wasn't the way Helena had used the phrase a multitude of times when cutting to the part where everyone in the room knew there was no one like her. Myka's concurrence was still tender; still sweet. For the first time in the doctor's life; someone was on the same page as she was … and she liked it.

It was Helena who initiated the next kiss and slowly began walking Myka backwards towards the bedroom. "We don't have much time," she explained and meant that she was aware that this could be a chance of a lifetime for both of them.

Myka was leaving tomorrow.

"Then, let's make the very most of it," Myka smiled and took Helena's hand,

There wasn't the hurriedness in undressing that usually preceded either's typical lovemaking. Helena always approached her trysts with the foregone conclusion that she would leave unsatisfied. Myka managed to keep her insecurities that she was sorely inexperienced in these matters at bay.

Shedding both clothes and their usual approaches, both women were free to experience what neither had ever felt before. The exquisite sensation of someone who truly wanted to be with them as an equal.

Minutes, then hours, slowly melted into the material of delicious memories that both women were certain they would never experience again.