<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BNTIzOGEzYzQtMzVkYy00Y2JiLThmZDUtODFkODJjNmUxZGM3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyOTYwOTMwNjk@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Loose fitted, cream cotton shirt, warm grey leggings (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/dd/bc/35/ddbc35e511857f0ae8fa6fc922d58b30.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Just past midnight<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Girlfriend materiel in the making<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<strong>[End Scene]</strong><br/><hr/><em><strong> “Just to point out the obvious--we don't have to live in this mountain. We can get a small place with a few horses near her. It doesn't have to be so much of a dream--"</strong></em>he gestures to their room.<em><strong>“We are practically living together anyways. Something to think about." </strong></em><br/><br/>That.<em>That</em>was an unexpected offer. One that she was personally a little surprised that her mind didn’t immediately reject. Brion had just offered it so....so -casually-, like asking her to live with him “for real, for real” was the most natural thing for him to do. “Can we really do that?” She found herself asking softly, her mind racing off with visions of a simple European country style kitchen, a bay window facing the hills that stretched towards the ocean, and the sound of horses nickering in the fields behind her. And finally Brion there with her with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and an offered plate of food in his right.....<br/><br/>Wait. Why was she picturing him looking like a model posing as Mr. September in some type of sexy house-husband calendar?<em>What is wrong with you, Helena?</em><br/><br/>She successfully held him close as they spoke and he answered her questions, walking down memory lane with her and giving her yet another perspective on Batman. She chewed on the inside of her cheek in thought at his words, wondering if they were actually real or if it was merely Brion being the optimistic man he usually was. Unfortunately, she was so tired by this time it was hard to dissect his words past original intent, and when he gravitationally pulled the light switch down, Helena sighed in immense comfort at the sudden darkness.<br/><br/>She was in such a perfect position: full from an excellent meal, restful when the television screen was shut off, and warm and comfortable in Brion’s arms. She giggled against his skin, hearing his final words on just wanting her to be<em>her</em>. Crazy, impulsive, ridiculous<em>Helena</em>. Feeling the covers pulled up to their chest, the woman raised her left leg across Brion’s thighs, rested her arm on his chest to cup at the opposing shoulder, and leaned her forehead against his cheek. Her breasts were sandwiched between their close proximity, but that was the price for the two of them laying in the same twin bed. And once they were both settled, fitting perfectly against the other, Helena smiled and finally closed her eyes as the brush of Brion’s lips were felt on her cheek in a tender kiss. She sighed gently and smoothly, the calmest she had felt in years sweeping over her.<br/><br/>“Goodnight, Brion....” came her soft reply before falling into a deep sleep against him.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://media2.giphy.com/media/Shkbr6iDNznoY/source.gif)</div>