Bette reached forward to place a hand on Helena's waist.

"Bette what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Bette replied quietly as she moved in closer.

"Don't do this."

"You don't want me?"

"I want you too much," Helena admitted.

The sentence stopped Bette cold.

"You what?"

"Ever since I first saw you do a video presentation for funding that I sat in on almost two years ago, I've wanted you Bette," Helena stated. "So unless you're willing to follow through, I suggest you stop right now before you get in over your head."

"I don't need to keep paying for my mistakes," Bette said. "If I'm going to owe, it's going to be on a new bill."

She brought her hand up to touch the side of Helena's face.

She was a beautiful woman. A desirable woman.

"Do you really want me?" Bette whispered.

"Don't pretend, please. That's just being cruel."

"I don't pretend," Bette said as she brushed her lips across Helena's. "I do. And you just made it to the top of my to do list"

Her hand moved in from where it rested on Helena's waist to find a place where her legs met and heat was apparent. Bette then ran her hand up to undo the top button of Helena's jeans.

"I'm not generally one to follow you know," Helena said. Her desire was overshadowing what little common sense she could access.

"Why don't you lead me into the bedroom then," Bette spoke the words into Helena's ear before kissing her way back to her mouth.

They both paused in their actions as they stared each other down intently.

"I hope you don't have anywhere to be for the rest of the night, because I'm going to be keeping you quite occupied," Helena said. "You must be turned on by the fact that I want you so much."

"Why don't you stop talking about it and start showing me how much you want me," Bette said decisively.

Helena leaned toward Bette's mouth and then suddenly veered off to place a kiss on her neck. She stroked with the tip of her tongue, and finished by gripping a piece of flesh lightly between her teeth.

"I love going down on a woman Bette," Helena whispered. "And I'm going to love hearing you react when I'm working my tongue over you."

Bette was almost blind with desire. It had been so long since she had had physical longing returned, and here it was, from the most unlikely of sources. Additionally, it had been years since she felt nervous about having sex with someone, and so she stood unsure as to how to proceed.

"Don't be shy Bette," Helena started. "You've never struck me as someone who was timid."

Bette contemplated a verbal response, but decided action was called for.

She reached to unfasten the buttons on Helena's blouse, while simultaneously leaning in for a kiss.

It was tentative at first, as they explored each other's lips gracefully and with some degree of apprehension.

Bette drew Helena's blouse back off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as her hands wandered to caress her breasts. The kiss became deeper. Helena's hands moved to rest on either side of Bette's face as she thrilled to the sensations of Bette's hands on her. It was better than she'd ever hoped for, and she'd given up hoping long ago.

Helena broke the contact that had been established between their mouths.

"I want you in my bed," she whispered as she let her fingers trace the contours of Bette's jaw line.

"You don't think I need to be seduced?"

"I think you need to be fucked," Helena replied. "All night long."

She maintained contact with Bette as she backed toward the door way that was only a short distance down the hall. Their kisses and caresses continued as they walked purposefully into the room. The cool ocean air caused the white curtains over the patio doors to billow into the room. The waves crashed below as their bodies finally separated.

Helena sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly oblivious to her partial nudity.

"I want you to strip for me," she said with a sly grin.

Bette was startled at the request, but aroused nonetheless. She processed the idea momentarily before reaching to unfasten the cufflinks that held the distal portion of her sleeve in a dignified manner. She set the pieces on the bedside stand before continuing to undo the buttons of her top. Slowly. Sensuously. She began at the top and methodically exposed the lace of her bra to the woman she was about to take in every physical way available to her imagination.

Bette let her top fall to the floor and she reached to the waist band of her slacks. She quickly unfastened them, and inched them down before stepping out of them to stand barely covered in front of Helena.

"You have a beautiful body," Helena's voice betrayed her level of desire. "I'm going to give you the pleasure you deserve."

"Take your slacks off while I finish undressing," Bette suggested. She waited for Helena to stand before she reached back to remove her bra. In mere moments they stood facing each other, both completely exposed.

Bette took two quick strides forward, and with a combination of care and force moved Helena back so that she was supine on the bed.

"I'm not the only one that needs to be fucked all night," Bette had barely completed the sentence before her mouth was on Helena's as she straddled her body. They began kissing each other hungrily, as if just having discovered physical lust. Helena's hands moved to wander over the warm welcoming skin of Bette's toned back. She started to reach down between Bette's legs with one hand but long before she reached her destination she felt Bette's hand on her wrist.

"Soon," Bette said. "But not yet."

Bette brought Helena's hands out to the side, holding them firmly to the surface of the bed. She moved slowly, kissing her way down Helena's neck, savouring the spicy scent of her body as she traversed it. Her tongue circled first one nipple, then the other, teasing them into firmer peaks before taking one in her mouth and sucking it.

A throaty moan escaped Helena as Bette continued her movements. Hearing her reaction spurred Bette further.

"Leave your hands where they are," Bette requested.

"I want my hands inside you," Helena responded, barely able to hide her desperation to touch Bette intimately.

Bette reached down and between Helena's legs, and with one bold stroke had her arching off the bed. She then moved to explore her intimately, taking note of just what made her gasp with pleasure; what made her whimper with desire.

"Do you like feeling my fingers as they touch you?" Bette whispered.

"So much," Helena replied, her eyes closed, and her own fingers gripping at the sheet of the bed.

"Would you like to feel my tongue inside you?"

"Oh God, yes," Helena could barely speak as her hips moved in rhythm with Bette's hands.

"I want to make you come with my mouth," Bette spoke the sentence as she made her way down Helena's body, kissing, licking and biting along the path.

Every contact was rewarded with a reaction of some kind, either verbal or physical. Some of Helena's reactions bordered on primal as her body thrilled to Bette's attention.

"I adore how wet you are for me," Bette said as she touched only the tip of her tongue into the moist heat before her.

It was Bette's turn to moan her approval. This is what desire tasted like. She had no interest in stopping and in fact eagerly anticipated the thought of having Helena writhe beneath her. It was good to feel wanted again.

She flicked her tongue over Helena's clit repeatedly before taking it between her lips to suck the orgasm from her body.