As your trip with Helena was coming to an end, the two of you decided to spend your final weekend in Paris. She brought you to a beautiful hotel with a view of the Seine.
"Come on, y/n! I want to take you to the Champs-Elysees!" Helena told you as you quickly scrambled to get your stuff together.
You giggled at her excitement. "I'm coming!" you exclaimed as she took your hand, pulling you out of the room.
It was a sunny day, the sky seemed to be mirroring your mood. You clung to Helena's arm as you walked through the street of Paris, like a child afraid of being separated from their mother (mommy😏). She liked your closeness, occasionally kissing your forehead lovingly.
"Here we are love," she said, pointing to the store in front of you, "let's go inside, yeah?" You nodded in agreement, walking into the ornate store with her. She wasted no time before going to the racks of clothes, picking something out for you in an instant.
She presented you with a pretty dark blue dress.
"This would look gorgeous on you. Try it on?" she asked, nodding her head towards a fitting room.
"I'll be right back," you said, taking the dress from her and planting a soft kiss on her nose before heading over to change. You came out a few minutes later, posing against the doorframe. "What do you think?" you ask her.
"You look beautiful, darling," she tells you, "I'm gonna get that for you".
"Hellie, I told you that you don't have to buy me things," you protested. She held up a finger against your lips, shushing you.
"And I told you that I'm not listening to you," she insisted, jokingly, "consider it a gift".
"For what?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, for being a great girlfriend," she suggested, smiling.
"Well, now I have to take this gift, don't I?"
She nodded. "You do". She took the dress from you, draping it over her arm. "Why don't you go look around and pick some things out? I'll hold this for you".
You did what she said, making your way through the shop. You picked up a skirt that you liked and a shirt, then noticed a lingerie section in the back of the store. You turned around to make sure Helena wasn't looking, then walked inside. A black lace set immediately caught your eyes, and you put it in between the other clothes you had on your arm.
"Ready, dear?" Helena asked as you walked back to the front of the shop.
You nodded. "Is all this stuff okay?"
"Of course, pretty," she reassured you, kissing your forehead.
The cashier started to ring up all your things, including the lingerie. Of course, Helena noticed that.
She smirked. "Trying to sneak that in?"
Your face flushed, and you looked down. "Maybe".
She giggled. "Wear that tonight, okay?" You looked up at her, smiling softly, and you were greeted with a playful wink. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, you couldn't get enough of this woman.
Later on, Helena was on the balcony of the hotel room, waiting for you to finish getting ready. You put on the black lingerie, just like she had asked, and the dark blue dress she bought you. You finished up your makeup, then went on the balcony to join her.
"Hey," you said, wrapping your arms around her.
"Hey you," she replied happily. You snuggled your head into her neck, kissing her softly. One of the things you loved about her was how she was always excited to see you, something you haven't always experienced. You breathed in her perfume, its smell instantly comforting you.
The two of you were dropped off at the restaurant. You got out of the car, thanked your driver, then took her hand. She led you inside the romantic, dimly lit room with candles at every table.
"I hope you don't mind, I asked for a private table upstairs," she explained as you were led up the stairs.
"So romantic!" you exclaimed, making her laugh. Sure enough, the room was empty. There was a large window on one side and a table next to it so you could look outside while you ate. The view was just as amazing as the one in your hotel room.
Once you had sat down and ordered, you lapsed into a comfortable conversation. She was so easy to talk to, never judgmental but always had something to say to show you she cared.
"So, how would you say your first experience in France went?" she asked, twirling her fork around as she watched you.
"I had the best time, Helena. Thank you," you said, taking her hand across the table.
"Aw, love, you don't have to thank me. I wanted to do this for you," she told you, squeezing your hand back.
You blushed. "I love you".
"I love you, too," she said sweetly, then leaned in to whisper, "besides, you can thank me later".
You blushed even more, your mouth agape. She giggled, taking your chin in her hand, pulling you close, and kissing you softly.
"Are you excited to start filming?" you asked her.
She nodded. "I am. I love playing Margaret and I'm glad she's getting her own show," she told you.
"She's one of my personal favorite roles," you told Helena, making her laugh.
"And you'll come to set with me?" she asked.
"Of course. Watching you do what you love makes me happy," you explained.
She smiled and brought your hand up to her lips, kissing it softly.
Once you had finished eating, Helena took a tube of lipstick out of her purse and started reapplying it on her soft lips.
"Want some, love?" she asked once she caught you staring.
"Yes please," you said. She put her fingers under your chin and pulled you close, pushing your hair out of the way with her other hand so it didn't get in the flame of the candle. You pouted your lips, and she put on the lipstick. Her dark, soft eyes looked into yours, the intense eye contact making you blush.
"How does it look?" you asked once she finished.
"Beautiful, darling," she told you, "now, why don't we get back to the hotel?"
Right when you got back into your hotel room, Helena called to order champagne to the room.
"To celebrate our last night in France," she explained once the bottle got there, pouring two glasses and handing you one. You clinked your glass with hers, taking a sip of the sweet liquid. As she drank, you couldn't help but stare at her. She looked perfect in her dress, and you couldn't get over how the moonlight coming through the window was hitting her face, accentuating her prominent cheekbones.
"Is there something you want, dear?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
You nodded, closing the distance between the two of you. You wrapped your hands around her neck, pecking a kiss on her nose.
"Just you," you whispered. She smiled, moving her lips up to kiss yours. The kiss was soft and romantic, and you pulled her closer. She put her hands on your waist, making your body flush against hers. You moaned softly at the feeling of her against you. She pushed you back, and you stumbled towards the bed. She pushed you down gently, climbing on top of you once you landed on the bed.
Neither of you wanted to break the kiss. The electricity, passion, love, and lust between the two of you was magic. With every touch, either her hands on your body or her lips on yours, you fell more and more in love with her. Her tongue danced in your mouth, claiming dominance, but mostly the desire to make you feel good. She moved her kisses down to your neck as your hands moved through her hair. She found your sweet spot and you let out a loud moan. You felt her smile against your skin. She worked on that spot, which you knew would leave a mark, then broke the kiss.
You groaned at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry darling but you need to get that dress off," she told you, her voice husky.
"I want you to do it," you whispered. She smirked, taking the sleeves off of your shoulders. She sat up a bit so she could pull it down on the floor. You took off her own dress, unzipping it and letting it fall off the bed, then doing the same with her bra.
She smiled. "I knew you would look gorgeous in that," she said, nodding her head to the lingerie that was barely covering your body.
You blushed, and she kissed you again hungrily. She slipped her hand down your panties, and you moaned as one of her cold rings came in contact with your clit. She rubbed circles on your clit, and you felt your arousal grow.
"Fuck, that feels good," you moaned, throwing your head back against the pillows on the bed.
"Is this even better, baby?" she asked as she moved two fingers inside of you. You gasped, and they curved to give you more pleasure.
"Yes, Hellie, please don't stop," you begged as she slid them in and out, quickening her pace as your walls tightened around her.
"You can cum, darling," she whispered, putting her other hand on your thigh as your legs started to shake. She kissed you as you rode out your high, her fingers slowing down but not stopping. She made you feel amazing, and you completely let yourself go under her touch. Her mouth swallowed up your loud moans of pleasure.
"That's my good girl," she praised once you had finished, kissing you on the forehead, "let's cuddle, yeah?"
You nodded, snuggling into her warm bare chest.
"I love you, Hellie," you told her, closing your eyes. You felt safe with her arms around you, they were your home.
"I love you, darling," she whispered, kissing your forehead and rubbing your head as you fell into a deep sleep.
Authors note: sorry I haven't updated in a while but here it is! Let me know if you have any requests for future chapters!
