<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>About 8:00 PM—> almost 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<br/><hr/>The confession to his wealth made him just a little more intimidating, adding to the already long list of who he was and why in the world would he be particularly drawn to her. But instead of voicing her insecurities, she reminded herself that he simply<em>was</em>. Brion was simple, spoke his mind, and like her didn’t like to waste his time. He wouldn’t be here cooking food for her, emotionally supporting her, or underneath her if he was looking for a mere fling.<br/><br/>He did, however, seem genuinely affected by the position she put them in. Helena couldn’t lie: she did too, and in an instant a vision flogged her mind of their clothes vanishing and him impossibly deep inside her. She chewed on her bottom lip as suddenly her breasts beneath her aches and her core flexed, feminine body readying itself to make such a fantasy a reality. Her pupils dilated and they flicked down to his lips, somehow knowing that all she needed to do was kiss him tightly and it would begin. The muscles in her biceps even twitched to move her upper body in doing so, to raise her forward and give permission to start what they both clearly wanted. But what would he think of her; what would she think of herself? This was Brion Markov, Exiled Prince of Markovia, and she couldn’t act like some half-drunk, bar skank around him. No, no.<br/><br/>“Mmmm, good.” Was her only response when he said they would be just like this in 45 minutes, closing the door on that path.<br/><br/>In reality, they were like that for over three more hours, ignoring the question on the television where Netflix asked “<em>Are you still watching?”</em>, and just talking. She told him her favorite color (purple), a country she had always wanted to visit but hadn’t had the chance to (Scotland), and how she actually secretly hates living in the city and would love nothing more than to move to the Midwest and own a few horses one day. “Seems kinda silly since I told you I have never even been camping. But despite New York being a place I was raised, it never felt like....home. I’m not a typical New Yorker where I’m obsessed with everything about it, where my mentality is ‘<em>there’s New York and then there’s the Rest of The World’</em>. It’s dirty, violent, crowded, overrated, and expensive. I want to live near a -real- lake, not a filthy harbor, I want to know my neighbors more than just ‘who to avoid’, and I want a balcony from my bedroom that doesn’t have flashing billboard lights advertising the new dish at Red Lobster keeping me awake all fucking night. Just want something.....different.”<br/><br/>Helena seemed much more at ease and freely talkative as they reminisced about their childhood and training days, the better times, all the way until almost midnight. “Oh, God, do you remember the Halloween party we threw in Batman’s apartment? And he entered in his suit and everyone thought it was the coolest costume and no one took him seriously when he was yelling for them to leave?” By this time, Helena had fallen to Brion’s left side, her head next to his on the pillow as she remained on her side, facing him. Her long dark hair was loose about her shoulders as she laughed at the memory. “I’m pretty sure it was my idea, you were totally against it, but that was our dynamic back then, me always getting you into trouble and being forced to train extra hard the next day with me. Batman always expected the world from you, and the only times you disappointed him was when I was around.” She wrapped her arm across his chest again and yawned lightly, it much later than when they started. “I’ll try to be a better influence this time around.....” she whispered, kissing his bare shoulder.