That morning was absolutely hectic. You and Helena were taking an early flight to New York. The apartment you both picked out was fully furnished so you didn't have to worry about that, but that morning was spent packing up last minute personal stuff. You had woken up a little too late, so the drive there was a rush, and you felt you didn't catch your breath until you took your seat next to her in first class. Luckily, it was early, so no one really noticed either of you.
"Warm towels?" the flight attendant asked the moment you sat down. You both said yes, and Helena immediately put hers on her head.
"I'm tired. Do you mind if I rest, love?" she asked. You snuggled into the side of your seat to look at her.
"Of course not. Did you sleep okay?"
"Not really," she said, curling up in her seat to sleep.
"You didn't?" you asked, concerned, "anything I can do about that?"
"No, I just get a little nervous before anything new," she explained.
"Well, thank you for coming with me".
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, kissing your forehead.
She slept for the rest of the flight. You read for a while, then you turned on the tv, settling for some reruns of The Office. The flight attendant came around with food and snacks, and you got cookies for Helena to give her once she woke up.
"Baby, time to wake up," you whispered. It was five minutes before you landed, and you figured she would want some time to gather her things, "how'd you sleep?"
"Really well, I feel much better," she told you, stretching. She cracked her neck, which you found way too attractive than it should have been.
"Let's get bagels once we get out of here, I'm starving," she told you a few minutes later. The plane had landed, and you followed her out of the plane and into the airport.
"That sounds good," you said, "oh! I got you cookies". You handed her the bag, and she smiled.
"Thank you," she kissed you for only a second, before you heard someone yell out her name.
"Helena! Ms. Bonham Carter, hi I'm a huge fan," a girl yelled, rushing up to her excitedly.
"Thank you so much," your girlfriend said, smiling at the fan.
"And y/n! You're my favorite celebrity couple," the girl said. You were shocked that someone actually knew your name.
"We're my favorite celebrity couple, too," you joked.
"Can we get a picture?" she asked.
"Of course," Helena said. The girl got out her phone and she posed for a picture.
"You too," she said, gesturing for you to get into the frame of the camera. Smiling, you got in, squeezing close to your girlfriend.
The fan thanked you both and you said goodbye, walking away to go get your luggage.
"Look how famous you are!" Hellie said excitedly.
"I'm famous for being your girlfriend. Not that I'm complaining, at all," you added quickly.
"Well, our movie is coming out to the public in two days and we're here so you can start filming a lead role. Trust me, my love, soon everyone is going to see how amazing you are".
You blushed. "You're cute," you told her in a singsong voice.
In the limo on the drive to your apartment, you called and ordered bagels, so they would be outside your door by the time you got there.
"Hellie, it's even nicer in person," you exclaimed, looking around the apartment. You had thrown your bags on the floor, since you had all day to settle in. It was sleek and modern, with large floor to ceiling windows.
"Isn't it better than the ones you were looking at?" she teased.
"Much better, thank you". She shut the door, and you kissed her soft lips.
"You have all day to thank me, dear. I want to eat first," she walked further inside, opening up the bag of bagels.
"But I know something else you can eat," you said suggestively, smirking.
"Y/n!" she exclaimed, laughing.
You sat down in the seat next to her, looking into her eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, just your intense gaze making a blush grow on her cheeks.
"In all seriousness, you coming here means a lot to me," you said, putting your hand on her leg.
"Why would I stay home? I love London, but there's nothing keeping me there when you're halfway across the world," she told you, putting her hand on top of yours.
"Long distance would have been terrible. Can you imagine months without begging able to touch, kiss..." she began.
"Fuck," you interjected, cutting her off.
"Y/n! You're really in the mood aren't you?" she asked.
"Basically anytime I'm around you, yes".
"We still have to unpack," she reasoned. You shook your head, kissing her passionately. She put her hands around your neck, and you could tell she wasn't complaining at all. You put your hands down her body, settling on the space between her legs.
"Let's go to the couch," she urged.
"What about unpacking?" you teased.
"Oh, fuck that," she groaned.
She got up from her chair, and taking her hand, you did too. She didn't want to wait anymore, and she kissed you again. Not breaking the kiss, she guided you over to the couch by the window. The view was really pretty: all you could see was sky and skyscrapers. Now, you were much more focused on something else.
Her fingers were interlocked in yours, and she lightly pushed you down on the couch. She got on top of you to straddle your torso, pinning your hands up above your head. You jutted your head up towards hers, hoping she would kiss you again.
"Eager, aren't you?" she teased.
"Don't tease, so are you," you smirked. Wanting to put you in your place, she kissed your neck right at your sweet spot, knowing you wouldn't help but moan.
"Oh fuck," you moaned as she started sucking the spot to leave a mark. Her hand slipped down to your clit.
"Right there, my sweet?" she asked, putting her hand down your pants.
"Please, right there," you begged, your words interrupted with moans.
She unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, pushing them down. She put her hands under your shirt, throwing it off the couch. She unhooked your bra, kissing your breasts once it was off.
"Oh, that feels good," you said, letting out airy moans. She teased your nipples with her tongue.
"Like that, baby?"
"Oh god, Hellie, more," you begged.
"There?" she teased, grazing your nipples with her teeth. You nodded, unable to say anything as you were overcome with pain and pleasure. Once she was finished, she kissed you down your body, stopping at the edge of your panties.
She pushed her hands down them, and you moaned as she felt your folds. She moved your panties down, and you kicked them off your legs.
"You're so wet, baby. Am I the one making you a throbbing, wet mess?" she asked, her voice seductive.
"Only you, Hellie".
She flicked her tongue across your folds, making you arch your back. She pushed it in deeper, searching for your g-spot. Once she found it, you couldn't stop moaning her name.
"Oh fuck," you gasped as she added two fingers. She could feel you getting closer, so her movements became faster.
"Wanna cum?" she asked.
"Yes please".
"Go ahead".
You felt the knot in your stomach start to unravel, making it impossible to stop gasping out her name. She smirked as your juices got all over her fingers. Once you finished, she licked them up.
"You taste so good, like always," she said, curling up on top of you. Panting, you smiled, and she brushed your hair back. Before you could say anything, her phone rang.
"Shit, it's my agent," she scrambled to put on clothes, "once second". She answered the call, and you decided not to both figuring out what was happening. She would tell you once she got off.
"So, what was that about?" you asked once she hung up.
"I've been asked to be on one of those late night shows. It films here, in New York," she told you.
"For the movie?"
She nodded. "Yeah".
"Hellie, that's amazing," you said, hugging her close, "do I get to go?"
"You'll be right in the front row," she said happily.
"I could jump on the stage if Jimmy Fallon starts hitting on you," you half-joke.
She laughed. "You would".
Authors note: sorry Jimmy Fallon
