The Bath (Helena)

[Felicia Soler]

I know I'm fickle, there's many to tickle
A potion, for every creation
If you'll be my friend, grace till the end
But promise to serve my call

With all that had happened over the past several months, for once in her life, she was actually exhausted. She'd been studying for (and had passed) her medical boards, was working on completing her residency at the local hospital in their heart surgery ward, had been raising her two twins with Helena, and somehow managed to find time for herself somewhere in there.

Now that the twins were tucked away in bed and fast asleep, she walked into the master bathroom and plugged the drain in the large bathtub, then turned on the tap and adjusted the temperature until it was just hot enough not to scald her skin. From under the sink, she produced a bag of lavender-scented epsom salts and dumped a handful under the running water. There were a few candles scattered about the bathroom, and she lit them all one by one, then set them up around the bath, casting a flickering glow in the room.

She'd promised Helena that she was going to wait for her before she got into the tub, but she'd lied. As soon as she was out of her clothes, she cautiously stepped into the warm bathwater and sank down into it, feeling the magnesium and other minerals from the salt being rapidly soaked in through her skin and absorbed into her sore muscles.

“I'm in the bathroom,” she called out to Helena whom she could hear rummaging around in their bedroom for something. Probably a strap-on dildo or some other kind of waterproof toy they could amuse themselves with in the tub. Lately, her libido had taken quite a beating between her study schedule, the twins, and adjusting her schedule to deal with the demands of the medical profession. “I swear, in my next lifetime, I'm just gonna do something really mindless and simple, like be a receptionist or something. I'm already tired of all this medical bullshit.”

Yes, she knew that she was doing good in the world, and her services had definitely come in handy during the riots. Amalia had gotten caught in the crossfire and had ended up on her operating table after having been shot in the chest on a routine run to the supermarket. Luckily for her, Devon had had the soundness of mind (and the skills of a track runner) to run her down to the hospital which was roughly a mile from the store. It had taken the better part of four hours to complete the operation since her breastbone had been almost completely obliterated, and the bone shards which had resulted from impact with the bullet had punctured one of her lungs and torn through her heart tissue. How she'd managed to hang on even for the minutes it had taken for Devon to run her to the hospital, the gods only knew. For all intents and purposes, she should have been dead.

Now, however, she was mostly recovered. While she could have used her ability to heal her injured granddaughter, sometimes surgery was just a better option. Given how tired she'd been for the past few weeks, she doubted she would have had the energy necessary to handle the mortal wounds. But what she lacked in energy, she more than made up for in surgical expertise.

Felicia sighed and sank under the water, wetting her hair. When she surfaced, her eyes remained shut, and her arms hung limply at her sides. She could hear Helena's footsteps as she finished whatever it was that she was doing and made her way into the bathroom. “I still don't know what I did to deserve you.” In spite of all her infidelities, Helena had remained steadfast by her side. Their relationship had certainly had its fair share of ups and downs, but what relationship didn't? Okay, granted their relationship was a little stranger than most; that was probably what helped keep them together. The fact that they could each accept the other in spite of their dysfunctions proved their devotion. Helena would always be the quiet, reserved half of their odd couple, while she was content to remain as loud and bawdy as ever.

“Motherhood really suits you, and you've done a fantastic job so far. I'm proud to be able to call you my wife.” Felicia paused. That was enough tender sweetness for the night. “Now get the fuck in the tub and give me a back massage, goddammit.”

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[Helena Rahal]

This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it

Helena would have been lying to herself if she said that she had not been feeling distant from Felicia lately. Their relationship strained her more than it strained Felicia, or at least that was how it appeared to her. What was not in question was the love she felt for Felicia, but even love had its hiccups and difficulties. While Felicia had been understandably busy as of late, the feeling of growing apart had been bubbling months before, even people on the chat room could see their was growing ... something between the two.

Felicia was a hard woman to talk to, she did not do the personal stuff well, as had been evident during Helena's attempt at a romantic dinner for two a few months before. What was most troubling was the Felicia had even began to want less sex from her. Felicia showed her love and affection physically and if that was going away, was she no longer satisfied with Helena as a lover? Had one of her escapades finally proven to be more interesting than what was at home?

Thankfully there was the children and all of the crap going on in the world. It served as a distraction and it gave her a purpose in this trying time. She had helped purge some of the boroughs of New York of the domestic violence and riots that had taken place after Christian's trial. She had provided logistical support to Maurelle during the famine, letting the woman have her contacts use the ports and harbors that Vital had access to to facilitate her less than legal imports. And there was the upcoming trip to Jamaica as well, a few days away now, to hopefully settle the growing tension peacefully.

Tonight though, she had Felicia alone and at home and apparently in a good mood. The twins were already tucked in and sound asleep, with Felicia likely betraying her word and in the tub already. Helena had thought about grabbing some sort of toy or something like that to bring into the tub, but it did not seem appropriate. Another night perhaps, maybe later in the evening even, but not at this moment. She could hear Felicia call though and sure enough, she had skipped on ahead and into the tub without waiting for her.

Helena nearly chuckled as Felicia complained in her own way about the problems of being immortal. It was something that she now had to look forward to, a life beyond what a mortal was supposed to have. "Yeah, I can see you being a receptionist just as much as I can see myself becoming a pole dancer in our next life." She called back teasingly while shuffling around in their bedroom. Slipping out of the clothes she had worn around the house for the day, she entered the bathroom just in time to see Felicia poke her head above the water.

"You do not deserve me but you have me all the same." It was a tease, Felicia had earned her love many times over. They fought, they argued, they had disagreements often, but the love... it was there. Maybe not as it once was but it was there still. Even more evident when Felicia doted on her, how the pair of wonderful children they brought into the world had made her better. "I have a lot of help, from you, from Ma. And shush, I should be the one who is saying such things."

As if on cue, Felicia was back to her usual attitude, giving her a command that Helena was all to happy to complete. Dipping in her big toe on her left foot first, checking the water, she then slipped her enter leg and the next into tub. Sliding in behind Felicia, she placed her hands on the woman's back and began to slowly massage her shoulders, working from the top of her shoulders and going around in semi circles.

"You need me to do this more often, you are far too tense for my liking. My fingers are going to have to find ever stressed muscle in your body and rub the tension out." She giggled for a moment before resting her head against the back of Felicia's while still rubbing her back. "You have not been home near enough for my liking either. I've missed you."

[Felicia Soler]

Chase the horizons, catch the illusion
Remember the child within
There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow
Hold on to the ancient dreams

"Yeah, I can see you being a receptionist just as much as I can see myself becoming a pole dancer in our next life."

“You'd do that for me? I think you'd make a terrific pole dancer. You've certainly got the body for it.” she gave Helena an appraising look and reached around to spank her bare bottom as she crept into the tub behind her. “I'd pay to watch you pole dance.” Helena would never do that—unless she had a pole built into their master suite, which could easily be arranged. She just wasn't a . . . well, at times she felt like Helena had so much modesty that it would have made a Mother Superior jealous. She didn't like walking around the house naked even though their nearest neighbour lived roughly two miles down the road. It wasn't like anyone could see them.

"You do not deserve me but you have me all the same." Felicia let her slip into the tub behind her and adjusted herself slightly so it was a more comfortable fit.

“Well, fine,” she snorted at Helena and crossed her arms in mock exasperation, “don't do me any favours.”

Helena paused and started kneading the knots out of her shoulders. "I have a lot of help, from you, from Ma. And shush, I should be the one who is saying such things."

“Yeah, well, you're not, and you know how good I do with the whole 'talking romantically' thing.” She leaned back against Helena's plush chest and marvelled at just how much of a difference breastfeeding had made. Between the two of them, they must have gone up at least four cup sizes. She had to admit, it was actually fun to go out bra shopping with someone other than herself. Helena had a tendency to gravitate more towards the classic 'old lady' style bras which she wouldn't have been caught dead in whereas she enjoyed garments of a more strapless variety, usually with lace and frills and bawdy colours to match her personality.

"You need me to do this more often, you are far too tense for my liking.” Felicia chuckled. Wasn't that the truth. “My fingers are going to have to find ever stressed muscle in your body and rub the tension out."

“You say that like it's such a chore.” The stress of her new career was already starting to wear on her and, no, she hadn't been kidding about taking her next job as a receptionist. Working three twelves was pretty rough, even with four days off—she was still on-call most of the time. At least so far all of her patients had pulled through, and that was all that mattered.

"You have not been home near enough for my liking either. I've missed you."

Felicia sighed. Yeah, that was true. Even though she'd been home four out of seven days of the week, they seemed to have missed connections since the Company or other business with Vital often called Helena away on the days that Felicia was free. “I know. I haven't exactly been very 'in touch' either. Part and parcel of being a surgeon; I gotta go whenever a patient calls.” Most people who knew her in only a passing fashion never would have thought her to be much of a caregiver, which wasn't true. She genuinely enjoyed taking care of other people since it took her mind off her own problems. It was probably why she enjoyed being a parent so much; her children wouldn't judge her (most of the time, at least). As much as she was loathe to admit it, she had several insecurities. If Helena ever left her—even though she joked about how she'd only be sad for a day, then go about her regular life—she would have been lost. But showing that or saying it to Helena was something she didn't think she would ever be able to do. Even though they were married and had two beautiful children together, there were still some emotional bridges between them that she wasn't prepared to cross just yet, even after having been alive for the lesser part of seven centuries.

“I'll try to be better about that from now on once my schedule evens out. I still have a while to finish out my residency, so hopefully once that's over, I'll have my head on straight, so to speak.” Studying for the medical boards and then taking them had really taken a lot out of her. Studying for the medical boards, taking them, and having to care for two new children and her wife had pretty much sapped all of her energy, and she was surprised that she'd actually managed to eke out a passing mark and be sworn in by the medical board. At least that was one huge cause of stress off her shoulders. “The biggest hurdle is out of the way for now, I think.” She settled herself against Helena's body and turned her head sideways so that she could place a kiss upon her lover's cheek. “You really do mean the world to me, you know that, right?”

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[Helena Rahal]

Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

Helena felt herself blush as Felicia took her tease about the pole dancing and turn it around on her. It was meant only to be a bit of a joke, something so foreign to Helena's... way of seeing things and going about things. Yet maybe that was the whole point, Felicia did like pushing Helena beyond her comfort zones whenever the opportunity presented itself, and it seemed like she had given her wife just the opportunity. "Well, I was not seriously thinking about it, but you never know. You and Niri both did alright for awhile doing it, maybe it would be fun to try for a few months or years."

Her, a pole dancer? Well, weirder things had happened over the course of her life that if she took on that profession whenever it was time for "a new life", it would not be a huge thing. The thought of performing in front of people besides Felicia gave her a bit of a anxious sort of thrill. Like it would be fantastic and terrifying at exactly the same time, like the sort of feeling of having sex in public, the heightened arousal of maybe being caught.

It was a bit... disappointing that Felicia's libido had quieted as of late, since Helena's own seemed to be bubbling over. There was so many rather interesting things that had ran through her head the last few weeks to try out. Maybe it was the built up sexual frustration that was causing it but there had never been so many rather... unusual thoughts running through her little brain.

It was also probably because the two had actually gone shopping a bit as of late, which proved quite enlightening. Felicia preferred far more extravagant garments than what Helena seemed to be more inclined to. Slowly she was trying to work the more risque and festive undergarments and outfits, yet she was still trying to overcome all of her previous doubts. That made the more old style, conservative fashions alluring, it kept suspicions at bay, or so she hoped. It was already hard enough trying to get the Company to process the change that had happened during that charity event in Harlingen, she sure didn't want to go through that with some stranger on the street.

"I could do you some favors I suppose." Helena had a coy grin as she said it, this was what she liked about living with Felicia, the way they could playfully tease each other. Somehow Felicia knew just when to quit the teasing and expose the underlying sentimental side that she had. Or just quiet her with more physical activities. "Oh but I just love it when you talk goo goo to me. It is like talking to a whole new person!" It certainly was, Felicia stumbling around trying to be romantic. It was outside her element but when she tried, it made Helena smile, since she was indeed trying.

Helena merely smirked as Felicia called her on her little remark, knowing better to keep her mouth shut. Instead she focused on her wife's body, supple, beautiful, soft, and simply alluring like it always was. The both of them had their breasts grow profoundly with their breast feeding and Helena... loved the way it felt to be carrying milk in her teats. Part of her never wanted to have the sensation go away, though the thought of having to pump her breasts for the rest of all time was not very pleasant either. Now Felicia sucking on them... or her on Felica's...

That feeling and those thoughts were pushed away by more pressing matters, their relationship and lack of time together. Helena knew she was being selfish, wanting more time with Felicia, when Felicia was off doing some good in the world. Her work as a surgeon had saved Amelia during the riots, just one of many people who owed Felicia their lives. It left her tired and stressed and maybe that was the actual reason behind their quieter romantic life. Yet everyone had to be a little selfish now and then, otherwise risk always being ran over.

"And I will try to be better about it as well. Once this meeting in Jamaica is over with in a few days, I do not have anything on my schedule for either of my "jobs" for the foreseeable future." Which meant more time at home, helping with the twins, and maybe more time with her beloved wife. That time that meant so much to her and she had been missing these past few months.

Helena felt herself pause as Felicia spoke how much Helena meant to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. All the loneliness and doubt seemed to evaporate away just then, with just a few words and a small kiss. It truly was the little things in life that seemed to have the biggest of impacts. "I know that and you mean as much to me. I... I just get a bit lonely and a bit paranoid at times. Little doubts that I should know better than to listen to."

Wasn't that what the whole trip to Jamaica before Christmas had been about, getting rid of all those little doubts? It had done some good, she had less doubts in herself as a person now and her ability. Yet they lingered with Felicia, perhaps because of the peculiar nature of their relationship. It was troubling and she hoped to be free of them, yet they continued to show themselves here and there.

"I want to be a better wife, a better lover. I want to get over these doubts and just take comfort in the love that I have for you." Her fingers were now slowly working out the tension in Felicia's lower back, each muscle buckling under her slight pressure. By the time the night was over, Helena wanted every muscle in Felicia's body to be relaxed or at least as close to that as she could get. It would be one step towards reaching those lofty goals of hers.

[Felicia Soler]

I wanna log in to you
Password incorrect
My login was denied
I gotta open up your motherboard

Put my Pentium inside
I got a 21 screen
The colours will make you dizzy
My attachments are full
Of love for you

"Well, I was not seriously thinking about it, but you never know. You and Niri both did alright for awhile doing it, maybe it would be fun to try for a few months or years."

Ah, well, that was something they could do together. Actually, it wasn't a bad idea at all. They'd both gain enjoyment from it, and it would give them an excuse to spend more time together pushing their bodies to their physical limits. Felicia turned her head and grinned at Helena as the wheels began to turn in her head. “You know, you wouldn't have to pay for classes. I could teach you. I could also teach you raqs sharqi--what we Americans refer to as 'belly dancing—but I'm not sure how appropriate that would be since you're not an Arab.” She may have been born in Hungary, but she could trace her family lineage back to Algeria on her father's side. Her mother—at least from what she'd been told by her mother about her past—could be traced back to Iraq and beyond. “Honestly, I think you'd be great at both since you don't really have the 'conventionally beautiful' skinny ass body.” She didn't really like skinny women. There was nothing to hold onto and she really didn't like being jabbed in the middle of the night by their sharp-ass elbows. That shit fucking hurt. “I'm not saying that you're fat, though, but I'd still love you regardless.”

"I could do you some favors I suppose." Felicia returned Helena's coy smile with a lingering kiss to the corner of her lips. God, she was so beautiful. Why had Helena even bothered to stay with her after all the shit that she'd pulled? Hopefully not just because of the kids. She really couldn't stand people who stuck around in a shitty relationship for the kids. They definitely shared a rather unique bond between the two of them that had nothing to do with what they partook in behind closed bedroom doors.

“Yeah, well, you're doing me one right now since your boobs make nice pillows for my back.” To emphasise her point, she pressed herself against Helena's chest. Not breastfeeding on a regular basis always made her boobs hurt, and she didn't really like using a breast pump; Helena had no problem with it and so she was content to leave Helena to that particular device. Using it had always made her feel like a dairy cow. “Mine are still nicer. I don't spend all my time hiding them in ugly bras.” If she'd been able to get away with it without getting arrested, she would have walked around topless all the time since she rather got a kick out of ruining people's days with tits. The last time someone had politely asked her not to breastfeed in public, she'd cursed at them in Hungarian and had said some rather unsavoury things about their mother diddling a goat and how unfortunate it was for the goat.

Since the riots and the other fallout from the famine and other such disasters, she'd been neglectful of her relationship with Helena, and (for once in her nearly 730 years of life), her libido had hit the proverbial brick wall. More than likely, it was due to stress. This was literally the first day off that she'd had in two weeks since her presence was always required at the hospital. Even now, she had her phone on the counter next to the sink just in case of an emergency. Things seemed to have quieted down now that the riots had subsided, and the regular injuries she saw were from common household mishaps and maladies—like accidentally severing one's fingers off with a circular saw.

"And I will try to be better about it as well. Once this meeting in Jamaica is over within a few days, I do not have anything on my schedule for either of my 'jobs' for the foreseeable future." Thank God for small miracles.

“I really wish you wouldn't go there.” As much as she loved the Johessmans and their extended family, she knew that the situation with the Dominion in Jamaica was a powder keg, and the United States had the tendency to be a lit match when it came to negotiations and diplomacy. “I have a bad feeling about this.” Something was going to happen; she just knew it—because US diplomats were complete idiots, and she was 99.9% sure one of them would run their mouth and say something stupid and would get themselves killed. “You mean too much to me to go and get involved in something like that where you might end up dead.” She really didn't want to be a Debbie Downer since they were both in relatively good spirits, but she had to be real about this. That whole situation was one step shy of falling off a cliff.

Helena sighed. "I know that and you mean as much to me. I... I just get a bit lonely and a bit paranoid at times. Little doubts that I should know better than to listen to."

That was understandable. “Eh, I chalk up my need to be polyamorous to the fact that I'm insecure or some such psychological Freudian Jungian Id Dr. Phil bullshit of the day.” Well, that she she just enjoyed fucking people—fucking anything, really. If she knew it wouldn't have required immediate hospitalisation, she probably would have fucked a small cactus. That was something she hadn't done yet.

"I want to be a better wife, a better lover. I want to get over these doubts and just take comfort in the love that I have for you." Why was Helena so much better at being a hopeless romantic than she was? Whenever Helena said something sweet, it came across as genuine. Whenever she said it, she ended up starting to cry halfway through it, and ended up looking completely pathetic. Romance was definitely not her strong suit. Hell, she would have wagered that attachment of any kind wasn't really her strong suit. “Just promise me that you'll be careful out there, all right?”

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[Helena Rahal]

So here I am, alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this

Helena's eyebrow quipped when Felicia said that she could teach her instead of taking lessons. Not just pole dancing, but also belly dancing as well, which Helena had found all sorts of interesting. With the modern Arabian people predominantly Muslim and conservative at that, with veils and covering a woman's body, that belly dancing had emerged there seemed very ironic. Life certainly had a very interesting sense of irony with the way those sort of things worked out, especially if she somehow became one herself.

"Well, even though I was joking, it would be something interesting to take up, something we could do together." That was if Helena would be able to take her eyes off of Felicia long enough to actually try to learn how to do the dancing. Maybe Felicia would be a very good teacher, especially at something physical and sensual the way pole and belly dancing was. It would not surprise her, especially the way the twins already responded quite well to their mother's instruction. It was sort of adorable how they would be misbehaving but Felicia would tap her foot and have her hands on her hips and the toddlers would suddenly start behaving.

Helena laughed as Felicia said that she was not one of those skin and bone girls. Well that was the truth, especially with the breast feeding, yet she was definitely not large either. She maintained a very healthy balance between too thin and obese, she had before her change and she continued on now. Except now she had to wear darn exercise bras and even those didn't keep wandering eyes way from the jiggling that much.

As if on cue, Felicia laid further into her and used her breasts as makeshift pillows. And then had the cheeky nerve to say that her own breasts were better because she didn't use a bra as much as Helena did. "Well if you do not like my bras all that much, you're invited to try and take them off at any chance you have. I wont make it easy on you though, blouses will still be on and I wont be wearing those front clasp bras either." She would probably regret issuing such a challenge later, but hey, it could make trips through the kitchen and living room interesting at least.

Helena felt a ping of remorse and regret when Felicia said that she should not go on the Jamaica trip. Part of her agreed with Felicia, that something really bad could happen at the meeting, especially if the government went with the plan they had. They would need very savvy negotiators if they were going to pull it off and part of her suspected that peace was not the goal. Not with having an Allied fleet in the Gulf and requesting the Company presence. If not for that request, she would have likely reconsidered her need to be there, yet now she felt she owed both sides to attend.

"I would not go if I did not think I had to. The government will find some way to muck it all up and someone with a level head needs to be there. At least I can hope to use my leverage as an important international business woman to keep both parties at bay." Trying to keep the bitch and the government from going at each other's throats, yeah that was going to be all sorts of fun. The Johessmans needed someone there though who would at least hear them out.

Felicia wanted her to be safe and she wanted to be safe, yet could going into such a powder keg be safe? Not without some miracle of negotiating skill from either herself or whoever the government sent. She had to put on the brave face though, to give Felicia confidence that this was not some fool's errand to her own grave. War needed to be avoided, right after the calamities the nation had faced. They were in no position to be waging a war, even with allied aid, and picking a fight with the Johessman clan was a really bad idea given their connections.

"I will be twice as cautious as I already am! See, nothing to worry about, right?" Helena only hoped that would be enough. For now though, she focused on her lover's body and how it was growing increasingly relaxed under her fingers and soaking in the warm water. "You're still the most beautiful woman on the planet." She whispered softly into Felicia's ears and gave her a kiss in the nape of her neck. Jamaica was days away, this was here in front of her.

[Felicia Soler]

Murderer!
I've seen the eyes of living dead.
It's the same game - survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain.
All sense of freedom gone.

"Well, even though I was joking, it would be something interesting to take up, something we could do together."

Good. It would be nice to be able to get Helena out of her comfort zone. Felicia didn't have a comfort zone, and so she had to live vicariously through pushing Helena out of her comfort zone, which was more of a comfort country given the full expanse of its borders. She was still quite a bit timid about her own body when they made love regardless of how many times Felicia had attempted to coax her out of her shell. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Physically, she had no comfort zone. She could have very easily walked up to a stranger on the street and fucked them in an alley—oh, well, yeah, that's pretty much what she'd done with Danny. Emotionally, however . . . expressing her feelings was something Helena was better suited at doing. Whenever she tried to be sentimental, she either started crying or fumbling all over her words, and everything just fell apart. Even so, she was going to make an attempt at it again.

Helena commented on her choice in more conservative undergarments and Felicia couldn't help but chuckle. "Well if you do not like my bras all that much, you're invited to try and take them off at any chance you have. I wont make it easy on you though, blouses will still be on and I wont be wearing those front clasp bras either."

“Are you really sure you want to tempt me with that?” Regardless of where they happened to be, Felicia would have taken her up on that bet—even if there were hundreds of people watching. No, especially if there were hundreds of people watching. She always loved an opportunity to ruin everyone's day with tits.

“You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this because it's gonna make me sound like a stalker, but sometimes I follow you around the house when you're taking care of the twins because I like watching you interact with them when you think I'm not around.” There. That wasn't so hard. “I like seeing how they make you smile.” The corner of her lips curled up into a grin and she leaned forward to turn on the hot water tap since she felt the tub growing a little colder.

The conversation took a turn into darker waters as she broached the topic of Jamaica. As much as she loved the Johessmans, venturing out to Jamaica on a 'friendly' mission to make amends seemed like a horrible idea. Knowing Dakari as she did in passing, she had a feeling that something was going to happen; she just didn't know what. The most that she could hope for was that whenever the shit hit the fan, Helena was far enough outside of the radius to spare being hit.

"I would not go if I did not think I had to. The government will find some way to muck it all up and someone with a level head needs to be there. At least I can hope to use my leverage as an important international business woman to keep both parties at bay." That was true. Helena was definitely the yin to her yang and she always prevailed in arguments where Felicia's hotheadedness would have landed them in serious trouble. But level-headedness was never enough to prevent a war where one so badly wanted to happen. "I will be twice as cautious as I already am! See, nothing to worry about, right? You're still the most beautiful woman on the planet."

She shivered when the words were whispered in her ear and sighed when Helena's lips touched the back of her neck in a light butterfly kiss. “Yeah, well, wherever you're involved, I have a good reason to be worried. Not that I doubt that you won't be able to negotiate your way out of anything or whatever, but you know what I mean.” She knew how much Helena worried whenever she was called away on business without warning. Thankfully the political and black market assassination field was experiencing a bit of a crop failure of late. She enjoyed the time that she was able to spend at home with her family without fear of suffering any serious bodily harm.

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[Helena Rahal]

We always start with good intentions
But lose ourselves along the way

"You should know by now that I would not tempt you with anything I was not comfortable with you or I trying." Did Helena have a comfort zone a mile wide? Sure she did, yet she was slowly eradicating the barriers that kept her confined and as timid as she could be at times. Whatever was not a hard barrier in her mind, she was intent on knocking down every timid habit she had that she could get away with. If she was going to be alive for decades and centuries beyond her expected lifetime, she wanted to live life to its fullest.

It was weird, finding out about her immortality had the effect that her mortality should have had on her. Instead of playing it safe and being calculating about her motions and maneuvers like she she had been before, she was now carefree. Helena could not place her finger on it, but something about that immortality news had liberated her in a way she had never suspected. Though living with Felicia Rahal for years now and being the HBIC's wife for awhile now had probably had a hand in all that as well.

Helena smirked as Felicia made her confession and while she thought it adorable, she also could not pass up this rare chance to poke a little fun at her wife. With how much Felicia found ways to give Helena a little ribbing now and then, it was only fair that she returned the favor. "Well that explains all the pitter pattering I hear behind me all the time. For some reason I thought a ghost not named Devon was living in the house. Glad it is only my dearest wife being a creepy little stalker."

Okay, that might have been going just a little too far with the teasing, so she leaned in and gave Felicia a kiss in the nape of her neck. "They are adorable though, look just like their mother's side of the family and behave like it to. We are going to have oh so much fun when they hit their teenage years, I can already tell." A pair of teenagers who behaved far much like their mother made Helena nearly sigh ahead of time. Which made Helena wonder what Felicia must have been like for Ma when she was a teenager...

The conversation took a turn for the heavier and darker end. They were both trying not to admit it, but they were both worried about Helena going to Jamaica. All it was going to take was one wrong move or statement at the wrong time and the powder keg of the situation would explode like a fireworks display on the fourth of July. Helena would be lying to herself if she tried to say that she was not worried or afraid of what might happen. Yet she had an obligation to be there, for both parties, so she was going to be there despite the concerns they both had.

"Sometimes I wonder if it would not be better just to find a place somewhere no one would come looking for us and just go there. Get new identities for all of us and just leave all this bullshit behind..."