Lead the Way - Chapter 029 - Helena

Mar 07, 2011 17:00

Let me take you back to 1992. Remember that? When some of us thought the world would end come the year 2000? I mean, okay some actually argue that it did and considering politics, maybe they're not that wrong, but I lost my point and I don't think I ever had one so let's just get on with today's chapter, shall we?



Lead the Way - 029 - Helena

Another boring, tedious function. Head resting on her fist, Emily wondered when she’d finally be old enough to say ‘no’ to her mother. When would she have the courage to simply live her life the way she wanted to?

‘Never, that’s when!’ she thought. To live her life the way she wanted to, she had to find out how she wanted to live it, first. And therein laid the problem. Five years had gone by since Paris, five long, confusing years during which Emily had tried to compartmentalize her feelings.

Lacking experience, she had failed. She did not lack determination, however, and was dead set on never ever acting on these urges ever again. From now on, she would just simply not look at women.

All around her were so many eligible young men and Emily knew she could have her pick. None of them liked her for who she was, but being with the Ambassador’s daughter certainly wouldn’t hurt any of their ambitious plans.

A sigh escaped her throat before she could stop it. Was that really all there was? No light, no love, no hope? Just dispassionate sex - or rather ‘letting-him-have-his-way’ as she called it to herself - all the while thinking about another woman? How she would taste and feel and sound?

How did other girls manage? Did they actually enjoy being with men? Were they sincere in their love confessions? Why, then, did their relationships not last? Was it all just a myth? Was there such a thing as love?

Clearly the champagne had affected her. These deep philosophical thoughts were uncharacteristic. Emily Prentiss didn’t stop to think about feelings, she acted. Just like she had promised herself, she would find a man, marry him, let him have his way, be a good wife and work. One day.

“Oh my God, this is even more boring than the fund raiser last week.” Helena let herself fall into an empty chair at Emily’s table.
“Oh, hi Helena. I didn’t know you were here.” The other girl was a year or two younger than her but far more outgoing. Raised in London, she had rarely seen her mother but the stability of staying in the same city for years that Emily always missed had given Helena the strength to voice her opinions. Emily had always admired that.

Looking down Emily in her burgundy dress and the long black gloves that went all the way up to her elbows, Helena came to the conclusion that she was done waiting. She wanted to fuck that innocent, protected little girl until her world came crumbling down around her, until nothing would ever be the same.

A devilish smile on her face, she got back up, snatching a bottle of champagne and two glasses in the process. Behind Emily’s ear she whispered:
“Come with me.”
Because she had nothing better to do, the 23-year old complied.

Following Helena, Emily had a chance to take in her beauty. Brown curly hair spilled over uncovered shoulders, the dress being sleeveless. The torso was black velvet wrapping her firm figure tightly and Emily wondered once more how her friend would feel beneath all this.
After the waistline the dress went from black velvet to white silk flying with her every step. The black and white high heels had undoubtedly been bought to match this very dress, but Emily’s eyes were torn away from them when fingers roughly grabbed her hand.

As soon as the door was closed and the music shut out, Helena started her attack on Emily. Her lips kissing every inch of her mouth, body clutched tightly against her, rocking against her. One hand pulling the black hair so that Emily’s neck was left exposed to her predatory tongue while the other was busy getting underneath the burgundy ball gown.

“What are you…?” Emily was confused. Confused about her feelings, her arousal, Helena’s intentions, how she knew what to do, why she did it, all of it, none of it. Unable to think while the hand underneath her dress had finally found it’s destination, she was left speechless.

“Shhh,” came the unnecessary order. Helena pulled back and turned her prey around. She knew deep down that Emily was not only bewildered by her aggressiveness but by the sensation of having a woman “take” her altogether.

This was exactly how she liked it. Having sex with such an innocent girl, fucking with her mind just as much as she was literally fucking her gave Helena a feeling of being all-powerful. Something she never felt anywhere else.

When she was in control of a shivering mess in front of her, being begged for release… that was when she felt the way her mother had to feel every time she threw her money at somebody. Needed, wanted and always on top of things.
She pressed Emily hard against the door, kicking her legs apart and pushing her dress up. Gentle caresses over her exposed skin Emily let out a soft moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” Helena teased. “You naughty little girl.” The British accent more pronounced than ever. Without warning she spanked the Ambassador’s daughter hard. Emily winced and Helena held her mouth shut with her free hand. She hit her again. And again. And again.

“Your mother is next door. What would she say if she knew what you are doing in here?” Satisfied with the result of her actions, Helena put her hand back on Emily’s centre. Once more, her hand was gentle before getting rougher. When she thrust three fingers inside her, Emily almost bit into the hand on her mouth. Speed was increased, breathing became more ragged and finally Helena was done with her.

As soon as Emily’s body had started to relax she had withdrawn from her, letting her fall onto the floor. Emily was of no more interest to her and she picked up the champagne and the glasses, filling them. She offered Emily the alcohol but no explanation.

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After Helena left, Emily stayed behind in the dark room. For the first time in her entire life she had had an orgasm. The way Helena had brought it on was no less confusing than the fact that she had been her friend. She had known her for years.
Evidently Helena had seen through her, because she knew exactly what to do and that she wouldn’t object.

Emily had had sex with men many times before. Yet none of them could do to her what Helena managed to do in a matter of minutes. She could no longer deny it. She was gay. She had to admit it. And she knew she wanted more.

Maybe not of Helena, but more of this. She wanted to give back, to share. She hadn’t forgotten about anything Amélie had said, but she started to notice something she had closed her mind to before.

Her exact words had been: Oh mais l’amour is only for men and women. Kissing and tasting yes, having fun togezer is fine. But a meaningful relationship can only ever ‘appen for a man and a woman. L’amour needs ze contrast and ze battle.

Emily had only seen the part about not getting to have a full blown love affair but now she remembered that she had been fine with sex. It was absolutely okay to go out and have sex with women as long as she didn’t fool herself that there could ever be anything more than that. And quite frankly, that suited her just fine.

She had never loved anyone in her life. Nobody ever came close enough for her to let her walls down, nobody had been worth it.

emily/jj, lead the way

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