Chapter Sixteen

“I didn’t care about the mission then!”

Ignoring her outburst you kept pushing forward. “ And besides, you did save me and kicked ass from what I’ve been hearing.” You smile brightly as you recount the tales you’ve heard about the ‘Mighty’ Helena who single handedly took out 3 squads of Sandarians when the rescue team boarded the starship. “Well, Ms.Badass, let’s eat because I am starving and then we can continue talking shop.”

“I also figured we could pamper ourselves tonight. It’ll be fun!” Helena's excitement was palpable. The way she can instantly make you feel like you're the only thing that’s important. Whenever you’re next to her, she always makes you feel special, like you’re the last person in the whole universe.

“Can’t wait, darling.” The endearment slipped out and you were sure Helena was going to latch onto that or question you. When she didn’t you feel like you may have dodged a bullet. The fact that Helena wants to get some alone time and simply do some girlish things made you feel somewhat alive, normal despite the harrowing death experience you had. Maybe this was her way of normalizing you back into the mix of things. You can’t imagine that you’ll be out of the field for long, and who knows what the cube the Helena brought back is about. Besides, even badass soldiers like some down time to ‘play’ normal. Being out in space for long periods of time tends to wreak havoc on one's mind if their attrition is low.

Helena pulls you over to the table where you both take a seat. She lifts the stainless steel curtis from the center and a heaping pile of steam rushes towards the ceiling. Hot baked potatoes, thick slabs of steak nestled in the center between some hearty doses of green stuff. Least they say green is healthy, you’ve always been skeptical about them and the one thing your Father was never able to instill in you. Helena hands you a glass of water and you both clink the glasses in cheers. For a few seconds neither one of you took your eyes away from the other, like you both were transfixed, mesmerized by what you saw.

“Can’t wait for later, Helena.” you tell her then add, “And this looks amazing! How did you get steak? Is it real steak? This must have cost quite a few credits.” In space most food is synthesized. Not everything though, in the southwestern sectors of the Titanus are the industrial as well as food production. We do carry cows and chickens and grow potatoes and corn among other things. We don’t butcher the animals though unless they die from age, animals are a commodity in space. You normally wouldn’t find anything to this extent of almost a farm. So for there to be huge slabs of thick, juicy meat...your jaw dropped open as you drooled over the sizzling sounds.

“Better close that trap or I may as well forgo this delicious piece of meat and for something much rarer and far more juicier.” Helena winks at you from over the rim of the glass.

Helena fed you one of the most amazing meals you’ve ever had. Real food will always top that of synth made. Helena insisted she take care of the dishes while you sit on her bed cross legged. Your belly was full and sudden sleepiness came over you. Sprawling across the sheets like a minx stretching your arms far above your head, leaving your hands entangled in your silky hair.

Helena had her eyes on you the entire time, you actually couldn’t decipher the meaning of it. But she haphazardly finished the dishes and waltzed over like a timid cat. You sit up as she plops down next to you, making the bed shake under her weight. She’s not a big girl at all, but she does have the muscle packed on, not overtly bulky, more like a sleek, supercharged engine all packed into one tight delicious body, with explosive power behind it. Her knee brushes up against yours. Nerves have taken hold and you keep your eyes trained on the comforter in front of you, your fingers toying with the fabric in your lap.

“Nel…” Should you talk to her about wanting more? Should you just go for it? You’re pretty sure she has similar feelings unless you’ve read her all wrong, which could also be true since you took a whack to the head. What if you were wrong?

“Nel…” But if you don’t even try to go for it, would you be fine with that? Obviously it would sting and hurt. Alot, but it’s better knowing or acting on it than not, right?

“Nellita…” A husky lured your attention back into reality.

“Huh!?” Helena’s sultry voice purred through your wayward thoughts, snapping your head up only to come sputtering to a stop, mere centimeters from Helena’s begging lips. Her crystal eyes lit up like cosmic lanterns, fluorescent hues of blues with dashes of silver. Her magnetic hold pinned you on the spot. Loud thumping echoed loudly in your ears and you vaguely wondered if Helena could hear your heart beating dangerously fast. The recurring heat bloomed in your core making your legs squirm with unease, spreading up your chest, your neck, to finally rest in your cheeks. Her long, luscious lashes swooped down heavily, her molten perusal of your lips incited your tongue to sweep out, wetting your bottom lip.

Realizing you’ve been staring at her smooth, heart shaped, pink lips you begrudgingly raise your eyes to hers. “ Well?”

Temptation ran rampant, coaxing you into dangerous waters. The dare came out unchallenged, any logical thought for why you shouldn’t flew out the airlock and into the dead of space. Helena didn’t waste the opportunity or give you any time to reconsider or second guess. She came in with intent to conquer, to claim you. Her lips were velvet smooth as they melted into yours, with a sudden gasp your mouth opened further, increasing the kiss. Your skin prickled with exhilarating need, tingling spread throughout your body, your toes curling in their cotton confinement. Arousal exploded within your belly, your nipples ached and pushed against the rough fabric of the sports bra.

“Mmm…” sighs and soft moans was the only form of communication you were capable of. Slanting your head the kiss deepens, the tip of your nose brushes against her as you both giggle before the absence of her lips is agonizing and you come back demanding more.

Like an animal breaking free you grab Helena by the shoulders and gently push her down on the bed despite the ravenous need clawing at your insides for more, and faster. Helena sprawls out much like you did before, all cat-like as her arms swoop overhead, her mouth hung open breathlessly. Nuzzling her collar you slowly drag your nose and lips against her delicate skin and honed in on the spot you know is sensitive. The small divot between her shoulder and neck, a place you know is her sweet spot. Dragging your hands along her sides and up her arms until they found their place, interlaced with her hands above her head. Eyeing that sweet spot on her neck, blowing hot air before nipping it softly with your teeth, then swirling your tongue around the spot and pulling it into your mouth, suckling her delicious skin. She tasted divine.