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Excitement and impatience run concurrent within Helena’s beating chest, and if it were up to her, there would be no dawdling at all. Steve, the less incautious of the two, has just finished surveying the surrounding area of the Bering’s home.
“Are you quite done?” An irked English accent asks from somewhere in the dark.
“Yes, HG, I am. I just had to make sure no one was around to catch us. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to avoid getting hauled off for trespassing tonight.”
The brunette scoffs and rolls her eyes, but concedes the point. This is supposed to be a romantic gesture, not an illegal one. “Will you give me a lift now?” She implores with a conciliatory tone.
“Yeah yeah, but make this quick.” Steve smirks, before turning around to crouch down. Helena hoists herself onto his shoulders, and his strong but slender frame easily carry her weight as he stands to his full height.
The angle gives her a perfect eyeline into Myka’s room, just as she calculated. As she peers in, the object of her affection is holding up two different tops, making a comparison against Helena’s favorite skirt she currently has on. An unbidden smile forms, and she takes a few seconds to admire the sight of her girlfriend.
“Is she in there?” Steve asks, holding securely onto her legs, and she’s reminded to move things along. Helena taps twice, lightly with her fingernail, trying not to startle the girl inside.
At the sound, a head of curls swing around to face the window. Myka is taken by surprise initially, but as green eyes make contact with warm brown ones, a smile so big and deliriously happy overtake her visage. She rushes over and quickly opens the window, “Helena, what are you doing here so late?” A breathless inquiry is made before Myka leans out toward her.
As Helena begins to answer, “Hello darling -“ she is immediately interrupted by the feel of soft familiar lips against hers. The kiss is slow to build, just lips locking at first, taking in every sensation of being connected and feeling as one. Then, a small sucking pressure starts, causing Myka to let out a low whimper and tug her girlfriend closer. That particular sound has always had the predicted effect, and Helena has to grab hold of the windowsill to anchor herself. Nothing except the other exists in that moment as their kiss intensifies, so it isn’t until the second flash of light that they both start to register the outside world.
Myka is the first to recover and suss out the source, “Claudia! Why are you creeping around at night taking pictures of Helena and I?” Nebulous eyes also turn, and sees the culprit standing in the adjacent property, on her tiptoes with a phone in hand.
“For your information, I am not creeping. I was recruited as the lookout, who came to say hi to her BFF.” The redhead wiggles her fingers directly across from her, “Hi BFF.”
A deep muffled chuckle drifts up, alerting Myka to Steve’s presence. She quickly assesses the scene, understanding how her better half is able to reach such lofty heights. “Steve?!”
Bright blue eyes, his naturally kind smile, and a wave greet her, “Hi Myka.”
She can’t help but laugh at the strangeness of the situation, “How on earth did this troublemaker wrangle you into this?”
In the face of such an accusation, Helena attempts an affronted look, crosses her arms, and pouts. However, already accustomed to such antics, Myka simply rolls her eyes, but indulges the Brit nonetheless with the kiss she was bucking for.
He sighs, “She’s helping me with the chemical compounds for my half of the chemistry project. Liam and I have to turn it in at the end of the week and I want to make sure we get the best grade on it.”
Ahem, “And?” Helena pointedly looks down at her human ladder.
“And she may have also mentioned the camping trip we’re all going on during Spring break”
“Keep going.” She prompts.
Steve, follows suit and rolls his eyes, “Which piqued his interest after hearing about it.”
“And a suggestion was given, was it not?” An arch of an eyebrow soon materializes.
“It was, which led me to invite him along. There! Happy now?”
“Quite. You’re welcome, darling.”
“Such a romantic.” Myka easily teases, looking on lovingly with an accompanying lopsided grin.
Helena bestows a proud smile of her own, “Indeed.”
“About time!” Pipes in from over the yard.
With his jaw slightly parted, Steve demands, “Hey, whose side are you on?!”
“Yours of course, Poopy Pants.”
In response, Steve sticks out his tongue.
Claudia promptly snaps a photo of it, and cackling fills the air. “All right, ladies and gent, I must be getting back to a computer program I have running. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
Seeing his opportunity and not believing her for one second, Steve gets his revenge, “Say hello to Todd for us.” It hits its intended mark and has Claudia blushing instantly.
Before the computer whiz has a chance to retreat though, “Claud, wait! Will you send me those photos, please?”
“If you wouldn’t mind, me too, darling.”
“What about you, Poopy Pants?”
Coughing, “You’re a child.”
“Oh, and Claud, I better not see them posted anywhere. I don’t want to hear any of Pete’s salacious comments in the morning.”
Now, it’s Claudia’s turn to pout at her, “Fine. But, you’re no fun.”
And not taking into account Steve’s earlier blunder, Myka sticks her tongue out as well.
Snap.
Fin.