<div class="floatleft">(https://hdwallsource.com/img/2017/4/marie-avgeropoulos-wide-wallpaper-60277-62076-hd-wallpapers.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her body in fitness clothes (https://i.imgur.com/iWAsYtt_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium), but with spandex shorts, (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0006/7118/7062/products/Colorvalue-Stretchy-Hip-Up-Fitness-Sport-Shorts-Women-Elastic-High-Waisted-Gym-Workout-Shorts-Quick-Dry_7602f13c-59f8-46ca-9952-05d52bd0f122.jpg) black ankle socks and black sneakers.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>About 8:00 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A couple confessions<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<br/><hr/>To Helena, Brion’s expression on his face seemed one of great pain. He looked like he was holding something back and with extreme discomfort, hence why she trailed off at the end with hardly any fight. But once he started to confess his own thoughts and feelings on the matter, it was clearly seen that she had, once again, misinterpreted everything. Brion had been struggling with his own demons, for apparently far longer than she had, and so of course it came as a bit of a shock to thick-headed Helena.<br/><br/>So focused on her family’s revenge, so angry at the world and the Batman for continuously defending it, so angry at her own weakness that she had never noticed someone off to the side who actually cared for her. Her vision back then had tunnel qualities; she had missed many clues, many things, only remembering very little from that time as she had become obsessed with vengeance, justice, and punishment. Looking back, she maybe could bring up a<em>few</em>memories of them both when they weren’t training, but only a few. Helena had been blind to everything but her goal, and had completely disregarded Brion in an incredibly disrespectful way.<br/><br/>Her belly coiled in guilt how she had treated him when he liked her, how she had picked on him, insulted him, fought with him, challenged him, and all he had done was allow her to work through her pain at his expense. Helena also belatedly realized that during this time apart something in her had felt cold, missing, and she had always assumed it just a permanent part of her regret for abandoning her training, but looking into his warm eyes it clicked that it was regret for abandoning<em>him</em>. Brion was her warmth, the sun of her heart. Even in the brief time of their reunion there were parts of her that changed to being more playful, more joyful. She had even laughed a few times. It took her now to finally see the correlation.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Please don't apologize for that kiss, I've been dreaming about that for like ever.. It took all my strength to stop myself from escalating and pinning you to the bed or the wall..."</strong></em><br/><br/><em>That</em>made Helena’s cheeks color, an adorably innocent reaction to his sultry words that quickly matured into a montage of extremely inappropriate thoughts: His fingers fisting her thick hair, his teeth in her neck, mirrored walls and crumbled sheets.....<em>fuck, I bet he could levitate us in the air to get even deeper in my a- -</em><br/><br/><em><strong>“—just wanted to start it right." </strong></em>Helena snapped back into his conversation, nodding quickly to make it seem as though she heard everything he had said and was paying full attention.<br/><br/>“Mmhm, Yes....right. I -totally- agree.” She hoped those were the right words to say at that moment as he released her shoulders to process the bombs he had dropped. He then commented on her last statement, encouraging such ludicrous behavior, and she chuckled softly before stepping in close to dissipate the distance between them once more. Helena wrapped her arms around Brion’s neck and pushed him back against the door behind him. ”Maybe we will....” Sandwiched between the hard surface and her, he had nowhere to go as she stood up on her tiptoes due to their height distance and kissed him boldly as her answer to everything he just spoke. Crushing her breasts between them, their naked stomachs touching in the middle, Helena destroyed the question in their minds that the only reason she had acted last night was due to alcohol. There had<em>always</em>been a connective attraction between them, but it was buried under a wall of messy problems and it took that wall to crack before she had the gall to act on it.<br/><br/>Now with her lips to his again, that wall could come crashing down in a glorious blaze. Helena closed her eyes, her left hand cupping the back of his head as that same thundering rhythm from before flooded her veins. The visceral reaction to Brion almost made her light-headed, and her right hand came from around his neck to run down his naked side, reaching the tops of his shorts. Her fingers itched to curl inside the hem, to yank him close and demand they spend the rest of the day in bed together. But this time the logical side of her brain was not inebriated, so it spoke a little louder this time.<br/><br/>With aggressive willpower and fervent need that was greatly disappointed, Helena tipped her head back just enough for their kiss to break. Her eyes remained closed for a few extra seconds, and she even sucked her lips into her mouth to taste any lingering flavors of him left behind. With an almost unbelievable pout gracing the Great Huntress’ mouth, she finally opened her eyes to look up and meet his. The hand in his hair came forward to cup his right cheek, thumb brushing his cheekbone affectionately as she whispered in secret longing. “We have an important Mission tomorrow, it would be best if there were no....distractions.”<em>Fuck! I wish you could “distract” me all day and night.</em>Helena cleared her throat, frightened her thoughts could be heard through the windows of her eyes. She kissed his jawline lightly before lowering her heels back down to the floor. “We can figure out where to go from there when we return to base. Agreed?”