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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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Renee works hard at seeming that sure! Just as long as Helena never asks to meet the family, she'll keep it up.

"So what's the door situation for you right now?"

This passes as small talk, in Milliways.

Helena's own experience with family means it isn't something that is top of her agenda. In fact if anyone was to suggest she meet Renee's family she'd probably panic and run away.

Helena glances over at the door briefly before turning back.

"It's still there."

But for once in her life she isn't desperate to run out of it. So long as no one mentions meeting families at least.

"How about you?"

"Same."

She glances at it, and scowls as if it's accusing her.

"We're getting some replies to the website. Nothing major. Missing persons. mothers scared of losing their kids to gangbangers."

"Some things never change," she sighs.

It's just a case of same shit different day.

"I'm so sick of seeing my kids get mixed up with the gangs."

Of course if Helena ever gets wind of her pupils being involved in gangs they tend to end up getting a visit from the Huntress.

Renee's mouth curls up into a snarl.

"Does that happen a lot with your kids?"

"It's Gotham," she says with a shrug. "And I don't exactly work in Gotham Heights."

"I hate that town," says Renee mildly, with all the casual hatred that only a native can have.

"Still, knowing the Huntress probably gives an advantage there."

"She comes in handy sometimes," Helena says, shrugging.

"I try to give those kids the best chance they have to get out of that town alive, and that occasionally includes being the Huntress. But I can't save them all," she adds, her voice tinged with no small amount of sadness, regret... and guilt.

"No one can," Renee points out. "Not even Superman, really. You and me? We got to just save one person at a time and hope that's enough, right?"

"Right," she agrees. "And God help anyone who tries to stop me from doing it."

That includes men with pointy little bat ears and their sheep sidekicks.

Renee grins widely, directly at her.

"When you get all determined and righteous like that, I just want to skip dinner."

A deep red blush spreads over Helena's cheeks and she smiles back, coyly.

Then she pushes her chair back, stands and holds her hand out to Renee.

"Come on."

It's not so much determined and righteous as it is forthright. How does Renee feel about forward women?

Renee's thoughts about forward women go like this:

Fuck

She grabs Helena's hand, but even as she gets up, she says "wait" and turns to a rat:

"Room service? Great."

Then she turns to Helena, and before they go anywhere else, she yanks that hand towards her, catches Helena's cheek in her free hand, and plants her lips on her mouth.

Helena melts in to the kiss and returns it with fervour.

This time she allows herself to enjoy it, forgetting any niggling doubts; forgetting anything except Renee.

This time when she pulls away she's smiling and pulling Renee with her, back towards the stairs that lead to the bedrooms.

Renee is doing her very best not to dance a tiny little jig as she lets herself be pulled, but she's failing to hide the wide, excited grin that's plastered across her face.

"And here I was worried you'd be nervous."

"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.

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