<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/qf3ohgvvtkj01.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Oversized, white, off-shoulder tshirt (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51kmm1csi1L._UL1000_.jpg), Black boyshorts.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>5PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Back in Brion & Helena’s shared bedroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>What....have I done?<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<strong>[Scene End]</strong><br/><hr/>Helena wasn’t a patient woman, known to wait things or take them slow. In training it had been very apparent when she always wanted to try the next hardest weapon, the next hardest move. When she saw something she barreled head-long into it, desperate for it. Like now. Never had she thought of sleeping with this man, to cross this forbidden line and becoming intimate. It hadn’t been a goal because it never seemed feasible; why would Brion be interested in a wild brunette, New York born Italian who had seen much of the darker side of humanity? Being royalty he had undoubtedly seen much more prettier, thinner, bluer-eyed models this world had to offer; what was<em>she</em>in comparison?<br/><br/>It was all a part of her self-doubt and worth, a question she struggled with since the death of her parents and the realization of what she was capable of. The more she could do, the more that was demanded of her, and Helena had always hoped she would be able to keep up.<br/><br/>But this was one of those rare times she self-indulged, wanting to cross boundaries and be in the moment. And she thought she read the same desire from Brion as well. With this new realization flowing boldly through the woman, the hand caressing his cheek dropped around his neck like the other arm, and she hugged him tightly to her. Both hands then fisted the white shirt he wore, intent on continuing down this path towards righteous fornication by ripping his shirt clean off his back, but then.....he stopped her.<br/><br/>Brion’s hands went to her shoulders to push her back, breaking their kiss suddenly and Helena’s eyes blinked open in a look that began with confusion but quickly evolved into heart wrenching embarrassment.<br/><br/><em><strong>“You're not acting like yourself. We can't do this. I only have one heart and it would break if I ended up being your drunken mistake that you regretted." </strong></em><br/><br/>“What.....?” Shit, even<em>that</em>word came out slow and slightly slurred. Helena had tried to speak in a way to prove him wrong but with that single question she had already failed. It took a bit of force on his end to break her hold from his shirt, her mind elsewhere as her heart cracked a bit despite his reasons given. Her laced mind didn’t see the respect and honor he was giving her, instead it focused on what it translated as rejection, and when he excused himself to take a shower it multiplied tenfold.<em><strong>“We can still talk."</strong></em><br/><br/>Helena sat back on her heels, head shaking back and forth softly as she looked down at her hands in her lap.<em>Talk?</em>That was the fucking -last- thing she wanted to do when he walked out of the bathroom after his shower. She -wanted- him to hold her up against the wall and fuck her into the next room; she -wanted- him to fold her into positions that tested both his strength and her flexibility; she did -not- want to<em>talk</em>.<br/><br/>The sound of water running in the shower shook her out of her humiliated reverie, Helena’s wild mind jumping to conclusions like a hyper child on a trampoline.<em>He’s being nice, he didn’t want to say he just views you as a friend. He’s got a much more feminine woman he’s texting on the side who is back home, and probably cooks for him in return and doesn’t try to beat his ass with weapons. He thinks your weird, awkward. You’re kind crazy and loud. He’s a Prince...he wants someone classy who knows which fork to use at each of the 14 courses at dinner time.</em>God, she was a fool. Why would she ruin a decent thing going between them with drunken actions?<em>Are kind words and a gift really all it takes with you to think a guy is into you, Helena? Are you so desperate for intimacy that you try to jump a friend’s bones at the slightest amount of attention?</em>Geez, how long has it been since she was with someone? That one disappointing time in Sicily?<br/><br/>Yeah. And by her flushed cheeks, racing heart, and hardened nipples, it showed.<br/><br/>While Brion was in the shower, Helena cleared off her bed, only stumbling a few times in her slightly inebriated condition, and she then huffed in disappointment as she fell in her bed and laid down to rest against the pillow. Her belly was full and her head was spinning. She meant to only rest her eyes until he came out and then maybe they both could continue their night. But it was a futile plan. The moment she shut her eyes, Helena was fast asleep.