Helena/Thorne

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Helena laughs, shaking her head. "I never turn down a beautiful woman who wishes to take her shirt off for me, darling."

She takes a step back. "I wish you to be comfortable, however, so whatever you wish to do."

[thornsofmalkav]

That only makes Thorne blush harder. "I'm not beautiful," she says stubbornly, because she's seen her fellow travelers and the vast majority of them are hotter than she is, Helena included. But flattery seems to work, because she shrugs off her coat finally and the hoodie beneath and peels her tee shirt off over her head.

There's on odd black inked tattoo on her bicep, but the grinning man with the pipe and the words This is not "Bob" written under it in French look like nothing that ought to be a Trump Mark. But then Thorne turns her body and there's another tattoo, blue and white and Thorne says, "Sorry. The bra kind of covers up most of it. Let me get that?"

(Or Helena can. If she wants.)

[timelessinventor]

"You are, darling. You might not see it, few women truly do, but trust me. I have seen many people, and you are quite beautiful."

She smiles, a bit slyly.

"Oh, let me do that for you, darling." Carefully, and with very gentle hands, she steps up to Thorne, and unclips her bra, reaching up to slide the straps off of her shoulders, to look at the tattoo on her back. "Well, that is lovely, darling."

[thornsofmalkav]

It is, in fact, lovely--probably the loveliest part about her, Thorne thinks. The High Priestess's moon crown is writ large over her upper back in mixed blue and white, the horns of it following her shoulder blades. She'd seen it, once. Alcuin had shown her it with his eyes only a few days ago.

"Thank you," she says softly, looking over her shoulder back at Helena and smiling back, shyly. "I haven't shown a lot of people. I mean, you can kind of guess why."

[timelessinventor]

"Oh, certainly. It is in a very private place."

She reaches out, and brushes her fingers across the crown gently.

"Do you like your Trump, darling? I know there are those who are not comfortable with either their Trump or their Marking."

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Thorne shivers. "I-- yes. I don't understand her taste, exactly, considering some of the other people she's chosen. But she did whatever she did to the Yellow King. And-- I think she is trying to help us. I don't know about any of the others, but. I can believe that of her."

[timelessinventor]

"That is good, darling."

Helena's hand stays on her back, gentle, not pushing for anything, at least not just yet.

"I honestly think my Trump just... does not care enough to bring harm to anyone. He did seem interested in us, and in fact told Naoki that he would do better with another."

[thornsofmalkav]

It's nice there. Maybe that's why Thorne hasn't asked if she can put her shirt and bra back on. "Yeah. So that's another Trump that isn't an asshole. That's good, right? Do you think they'll get our message?"

[timelessinventor]

"I am not certain. I certainly hope they do. It is a break that I believe we all need."

Gently, but confidently, Helena starts caressing Thorne's back.

"Do you know if anyone has ever succeeded in getting them a message before?"

[thornsofmalkav]

Her eyes go a bit wide as Helena starts caressing her back, but she doesn't stop her. It feels nice.

"Um," she says. "I think I heard something about then having a telephone. But I don't know the number. I don't know if anyone knows."

[timelessinventor]

"Interesting. I will certainly have to keep my eyes open for out of place telephones."

Her hands keep caressing Thorne, moving a bit from her back to her shoulders, careful to pull back if she feels any resistance or reluctance.

[thornsofmalkav]

She laughs suddenly, still a bit nervously. "Helena? Is this a friendly backrub or are you trying to seduce me?"

[timelessinventor]

"Oh, my apologies, darling. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

However, she smiles.

"Although, if you were interested, I would certainly be."

[thornsofmalkav]

Oh. Oh.

This is... weird. She kind of wants to answer yes and that is weird because she usually wants to bone guys. But then she remembers when Helena had shown her that grappling gun and the thrill that had gone up her spine when she realized that Helena was the H.G. Wells and she imagines handing Helena tools while Helena works on some arcane and quite mad contraption, how their hands would touch only briefly, and a shiver goes up her spine again.

"I've never had sex with a girl," she says. "I mean, if you don't count feeding and, like, the making out that's sometimes associated with the process... so. Um. I wouldn't know where to start. I mean, I guess I could figure it out okay. I've read porn with lesbian stuff in it. I've even read Victorian porn and wow, you guys were way more fetish-y than anyone from my time would have guessed. Like, have you ever read the Pearl--"

(This might be a good time to cut her off, Helena, or she'll babble forever.)