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[interrogoiterum]

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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[baptizemyself]

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.

[interrogoiterum]

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.

[baptizemyself]

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.

[interrogoiterum]

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.