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Renee has reserved a table in a quiet corner of the bar, and had it kitted out with a white tablecloth, a candle and even a flower in a vase. She's going to do this right.

And "right" also includes a button down shirt with a tie.

Except now she's worried Helena will think she's just dressed for work.

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"Why? Should I be?" she asks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously.

Bravado makes a good cover for nerves, doesn't it?

Renee smirks right back at her, closing the distance so she can slip her free arm around Helena's waist from behind.

"No reason for it."

Would it be too corny to add a line about not biting unless asked?

"Then I'm good," she grins, enjoying the feel of Renee's arm around her waist even as her heart starts racing.

They stop at her bedroom door and she disentangles her self from Renee long enough to unlock the door and open it.

And yes, it would be too corny.

But Renee cannot wait until the door is unlocked!

It's a complicated unlocking process, because before the key is even back out of the lock, Renee pulls Helena away and pushes her back against the hall wall, pressing another kiss on her right there.

Her kisses are getting more urgent, more hungry now. She's been waiting for this for so long!

Helena doesn't resist being pinned to the wall. She's done enough taking charge for now and she's happy to let Renee lead - this is getting in to new territory now and she does like to learn new things from experienced teachers.

Renee wouldn't exactly call herself a teacher in this situation. Just someone who knows exactly what she wants and is ready to help herself to it.

What she wants at this moment is to lose herself in Helena's mouth, one hand holding her weight against the wall, the other making a fist at the back of Helena's neck.

Helena loops her arms around Renee's waist, pulling her closer, feeling the contours of Renee's body against her own. They've sparred together enough that it feels familiar, while at the same time being entirely new. But it definitely feels right.

Helena relaxes into the kiss as her nerves fade, to be replaced with excitement. She balls the material of Renee's shirt into her hand, tugging it up so that her other hand can rest skin to skin at the small of Renee's back.

Eventually Renee just stops propping herself against the wall. She slips that hand down to Helena's hips, grabbing a handful of her dress, as her other fist opens and closes, teasing the hair gently.

Eventually she lets go, but only to reach over and open the door. She never stops kissing.

That's good because Helena would be very annoyed if Renee stopped kissing her now.

They move in to the bedroom that way, not breaking the kiss, and Helena kicks the door closed behind them.

Alone with Renee inside her room she becomes bolder and her hands begin to roam over Renee's body, exploring every part of it that is in reach: ass, hips, waist, finally settling on Renee's ribs where her thumbs can gently stroke her breasts through the material of her shirt.

If a painting could blush the one of the Virgin Mary hanging on Helena's wall would be turning pillar box red right now.

Yeeeeah. Renee's trying not to look at that, thanks. Fortunately she has something else to look at. She backs into the room, returning her hand to Helena's back, fingers teasing her lumbar spine through the dress.

After a couple of steps, the back of her feet hit something. She hopes it's a bed.

It is the bed, and Helena's momentum causes the pair of them to fall backwards on to it, with Helena landing on top of Renee.

She pulls back, breaking the kiss so she can support her weight on her hands and let Renee breath.

"Sorry," she says, wincing slightly at the ungraceful landing.

Renee lies on her back, grinning up at Helena, both of them flushed with excitement. After a moment's breathing, she decides that Helena's too far away.

"Eh," she laughs. "I wasn't that hungry anyway."

Tucking her calves around the back of Helena's knees, she pulls her back down on top of her, fumbling with the back of that dress.

Room service will still be there later.

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