"That was great, y/n. You can take a 15-minute break," Julie said. You thanked her, then walked back to your trailer. You checked your phone and saw that you had a missed call from Helena. You called her back right away, and she answered on the first ring.
"Hi, love. Sorry to call you during work".
"Don't apologize, I missed your voice," you reassured her, "how was your meeting?"
"Well...everyone wants to do the spin-off!" she exclaimed.
"Hellie, that's so great! Congratulations!"
"Thank you, I'm really excited! We're having a dinner party on Saturday night, which means I have to stay in London for a few more days. I know this is a lot to ask, with you flying back and forth, but do you want to be my date at the party?"
"You mean go to London?" you asked.
"Yes, I know it'll be hectic for you with work..." she began, but you stopped her.
"Baby, I'll always be there to support you," you told her.
"Thank you. I love you so much," she said, and you could hear in her voice that she was smiling.
"I love you, too. I'll fly out tomorrow so I'll be there tomorrow night?"
"Perfect, I'll pick you up at the airport".
The next day, you had booked a flight and packed enough clothes for the weekend. Your driver took you to the airport, and you bored the plane for the long flight. After a couple of movies and a nap, you landed. It was past midnight, and you couldn't wait to get home and sleep. Still, all you could think about was seeing Helena.
You got off the plane, rushing towards the end of the terminal. Of course, she was surrounded by fans. She caught your eye, smiled, and waved you over. You smiled back, and it seemed like people had gotten the hint because the crowd around her dispersed. You ran into her arms, where she pulled you close. Not able to help yourself, you grabbed her face in your hands and kissed her deeply. Her lips tasted sweet like honey, and her skin was soft as you caressed her cheek. She put her hands in your hair, her fingers gently scratching your scalp.
"Well, hullo," she joked softly once you broke apart. She was blushing from the kiss.
"Hello," you kissed her forehead, "I missed you".
She giggled. "I can tell," she said, making you pout, "I missed you, too, you know that dear".
"I know," you teased, your voice cocky.
She laughed, shaking her head. "Come on, let's get home," she took your hand, "I'm sure you're tired".
You went back home, putting on your pajamas and getting into bed. Helena joined you, facing you so she could look into your eyes.
"I missed cuddling with you," she said, rubbing your shoulder.
"So did I," you agree, but your eyes were already closed. She kissed your temple softly.
"Good night, y/n".
You woke up the next morning to the calming sound of rain hitting the windows. Helena's hand was resting on your arm, and you looked up to see that she was reading a book of poetry.
"Oh, good morning love," she said once she saw you were awake.
"Good morning!" you replied cheerily, and without hesitation, you climbed onto her lap. She laughed. "Is there something you want?" she teased as she stroked your hair, putting her book down.
You kissed her in response. "I was too tired last night," you explain in between passionate kisses, "but now I'm not". She kissed you deeply, her tongue entering your mouth. She flipped you over so you were on your back and she could be on top.
"Good. Because three days is too many without you," she whispered.
She kissed you again, sending intense butterflies in your stomach. She moved to kiss your neck, playing with the hem of your shirt.
"Want this off, love?" she asked.
"Yes, please," you begged, and she took it off, hardly breaking her kisses.
"So polite for me," she teased, "you must really want me".
"I do, Hellie," you moan as she moves her kisses down your stomach.
"Oh, I can tell, my dear," she teases as she fingers the outside of your wet panties. She pulls them off down your legs, making you moan at her intense lust. She teases you, making you moan out again.
She smirked. "I want you just as badly," she reassures you. You blush, about to say something, but get cut off by a moan as she pushes two fingers inside of you.
"Does that feel good, my love?" she asks, peppering kisses over your face.
"So good, Hellie. Don't stop," you beg. She curves her fingers, her soft kisses on your face adding to your pleasure. You moan out her name once you reach your peak, before she rests next to you.
"Did I mention that I missed you?" you joked after a minute, once you could breathe normally.
She laughed. "Yes, I know". She kissed you on the head, pulling you close.
"We don't have anything to do until dinner, right?" you ask.
She nods. "We have all day, love".
"Wait, Hellie?"
"Yes?" she asked, distractedly playing with your hair.
"Are you coming back to New York with me tomorrow night?"
"Yes, I will. My filming doesn't start until yours ends," she explains.
"I'm so glad we don't have to be apart again," you told her.
"Me too, dear".
A few hours later, you went to your closet to pick out a dress.
"Is this fancy enough? I don't know, I can't decide what to wear," you complain. She walks over to you, taking you in her arms.
"You'll look gorgeous no matter what you wear," she comforts, kissing you softly.
"That's you".
She giggles. "Baby, you don't have to worry. I'm just so happy you flew in to be my date".
"So am I".
You decided on wearing a short blue dress to the dinner. Helena looked perfect, of course, in a black dress. The restaurant was rented out, so it was just you and the cast and crew of The Crown.
"Wait, does this show have a name?" you whispered to your girlfriend before sitting down, not wanting to seem uninformed.
"Not yet, but the working title is Number Two".
"I like that".
She laughed. "You'll have to tell the director".
Dinner went by great. Helena introduced you to everyone, and you quickly made friends with the entire cast and crew.
"They loved you!" she exclaimed. Her hand was in yours as you walked out of the restaurant.
"At least I won't annoy them on set," you joked. She kissed your forehead. "You could never".
"I don't want to leave London again".
"Just a few more weeks," she encouraged, "then we'll both be back home".
Authors note: I just ordered a Marla Singer sweatshirt and I'm so excited
