Helena Peabody

Mistress of her own destiny

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Unable to examine the key with a clear head, Allison was completely entranced by Helena’s lips against her skin. She moaned, every inch of her body electrified. “Wait,” she said breathlessly. “Is the key to let myself in when I’m in the neighborhood…oh yeah…or is it to, um…” Allison closed her eyes again, gripping Helena’s hair with unbridled desire. She could have waited until they were finished before finding out the true meaning of the key, but patience was not one of Allison’s strong suits. “Do…you…uh, mmm...want me to move in?” 

Once the words were out, Allison’s head became a little more sober. She hadn’t meant to ask such a direct question, but within the confines of Helena’s expert mouth, thinking before speaking was not an option.

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Helena smiled when she heard Allison trying to talk while she kissed her. Instead of answering her right away she prolonged the moment and took her time to say what she knew Allison wanted to hear. "Well," she began quietly, slowly lifting her gaze so that their eyes locked. "I want you here... always. Yes, darling. I want you to move in." She kissed Allison's mouth just after saying so, preventing her from responding to the request...even though it was really more of a statement than a request at all. After everything that happened with Dylan things felt a little uneasy, but she was confident she could mend it. 

After all, the entire thing had been for closure. She herself was quite convinced of that, she only hoped Allison would believe it. 

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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When Helena returned, Allison’s jaw nearly dropped. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders in angelic waves, and the moonlight cast just enough shadow on her to make her look fantastically ethereal. “Hi,” she croaked out, silently counting her blessings. How she had ended up with this woman was completely beyond Allison’s understanding.

Allison lay back complicitly, and closed her eyes with anticipation. At Helena’s declaration, Allison quickly propped herself up on her elbows, looking quizzically at Helena. “What do you mean by-” her question was interrupted by Helena’s lips upon her own. Not that she was complaining. Allison pulled away softly, maintaining eye contact. She cleared her throat quietly. “What do you mean by ‘every day?’”

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When Allison asked her to explain her meaning, Helena took her time to respond to her. She liked stretching out desire, making it almost unbearable, and she did this with sex just as much as information. Desire only intensified. She liked to be wanted. 

Her lips trailed down Allison's throat and she paused, her voice still only a whisper against skin. "That's exactly what I mean, darling." Helena lifted her head so their gazes meant, the edge of her mouth curved up in a salacious smile. "This is for you." The closed first unfurled, revealing a simple house key. "I want you here." Without waiting for a response or even a reaction, she pressed her mouth against Allison's again, taking her agreement without actually waiting for it.

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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"No," Allison scoffed, knitting her eyebrows together. "Lara and I have been over for a long time," she said, with a light laugh. "I’ll let you know if I run into her on the street sometime." Allison slipped her hand through Helena’s and followed her outside. 

Allison’s eyes closed as they drove back to Helena’s house, and Helena’s fingers brushed her hand. Even her touch sent electric currents up and down Allison’s spine. “No fun, I guess,” Allison said breathlessly. She had the urge to reach over and slip her hand in between Helena’s thighs, but decided the anticipation was half the fun. Let it simmer.

Wordlessly, Allison followed Helena’s orders and made her way to the bedroom. Entering into Helena’s bedroom was like entering a scene from a movie. Everything about it was lavish and inviting. Allison sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, ready.

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Even though Helena didn't want Allison to know how she truly felt about Lara, she said nothing to discourage her from the offer of keeping her up to date should she run into Lara unexpectedly. Helena wanted to know things like that; she just couldn't help it. 

After Allison disappeared upstairs, it was a few more minutes before Helena joined her. She had something in her hand, but her fingers were closed and it wasn't possible to see what it was. "I was going to wait until the next time I saw you," She said in a soft murmur, her gaze direct. "But I think now is a good time." Helena put one knee on the edge of the bed next to Allison, then slowly leaned forward until she had the other girl lying prone, back to mattress. "I want you here every day. Right here." She kissed Allison's jaw, then her neck, then finally her lips.

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Shrugging, Allison searched Helena’s eyes for clarity. “I don’t know if I’ll see her again. Does she go to all of the parties your friends throw?” she asked, knowing for certain that she hadn’t seen Lara before tonight. “I won’t be seeking her out, if that’s what you mean…” Allison trailed, deciding to let Helena off the hook a little. After what had transpired with Dylan, any type of drama was not enticing in the least.

Allison slid into the passenger seat of Helena’s luxury car, her libido already dancing in anticipation. The night’s turmoil seemed like a distant memory, and Allison really did believe that nothing further would happen between Helena and Dylan. Allison still had a slight nagging discomfort, but she trusted her. “So, what do you have for me?” she asked softly, turning in her seat to face Helena.

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"No." Helena kept her gaze fixated directly on Allison's. "Why? Would you want her there?" There was no judgment whatsoever in her tone; it was simply inquiring, as though she had concern about whether or not Allison would like to reconnect with Lara...but all other senses were heightened, like a snake ready to strike. 

Once they were driving, it felt simple to leave everything that had just occurred behind them--and Helena did just that. She wanted to focus on what she envisioned for their future: the next half hour, to be more exact. She reached over and stroked the back of Allison's hand with two fingers, her voice low and suggestive. "What fun is it to tell you?"

Luckily, they reached the house in little time. Helena got out of the car, waited so she could take Allison's hand, and ceremoniously led her up to the door. It was already unlocked--carelessly, but it was a bad habit of hers. As soon as the door shut behind her, Helena turned and wrapped her arms around Allison, her lips close to her ear. "Now go upstairs and wait for me in the bedroom."

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Trying to hide a smirk, Allison began to pick up on the fact that Helena was not exactly pleased with the fact that she and Lara shared a past. Helena was definitely putting on a diplomatic front, but there was something simmering beneath the surface. Allison shook her head at Helena’s assumption. “I have no idea where she lives. Just the fact that she is close enough to come to this party must mean she’s somewhat nearby.” 

When Helena was back in her comfort zone, Allison relaxed as well. She linked her arm through Helena’s and led her out the door, unaware that the party had disintegrated into a sea of discomfort.

"How do you propose to ‘take care of me’?" Allison asked, eyeing Helena seductively. The evening had taken such dramatic twists and turns, Allison was relieved that it seemed to be ending on a high note. A very high note.

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"I see." Her tone was chillier than the evening air. Helena smiled again, but this time it didn't even reach her eyes. "Are you going to see her again?" She didn't mean it in a romantic way. Helena wasn't insecure enough to think that this meant the end for the relationship between herself and Allison...but she needed to know if she should be expecting competition.

Smiling slowly, Helena drew back and found one of Allison's hands with her own. "Come with me." She smiled devilishly and led her girlfriend to a waiting car. At this point in her life she rarely had a driver, unless she was trying to impress someone, but their relationship had progressed to the point where Helena felt comfortable opening up to Allison as herself. This didn't mean, of course, that her car wasn't extremely nice. "I have something for you."

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Allison shook her head quickly. “No, not now. She looks like she is in the middle of something…uncomfortable with Alice and Tina and those guys. It’s going to be awkward anyway, since I moved three thousand miles away only to be in the same town, the same neighborhood as my ex-girlfriend. It’s weird,” Allison shrugged, wondering how Lara would react to seeing her.

"Are you going home?" Allison asked, hoping to sound nonchalant. "I’m just going to head back to my place…alone…" she trailed dramatically, hoping for an invitation. The way the night had progressed, Allison felt she had been inches from losing Helena altogether. She hoped that was not the truth. 

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"It is strange, yes." Helena was still hiding how deeply uncomfortable she was by the whole Lara situation. It seemed to put her issues with Dylan in an entirely different light. If she were that preoccupied by someone she hadn't even been in a relationship with, then how did Allison really feel about Lara? "So you're saying you live in the same neighborhood." It was a statement more than a question, and a fact that made Helena exceedingly nervous.

When Allison asked if she were going home, her expression relaxed and she smiled. Leaning in, Helena kissed the corner of Allison's lips, her voice low and sultry. "No you're not. You're coming home with me. I'm going to take care of you tonight."

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Allison watched as Helena poured herself a drink, and handed her own glass to her. “Well, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure why we broke up. We were both busy with work and weren’t spending as much time together as we were before. I thought everything was fine, that we were just going through a…focused period, I guess. Next thing I knew, she invited me over to her apartment to tell me she was moving to California. It all happened so fast, I still can’t really explain it.” Allison looked off into the distance, where Shane’s and Carmen’s friends were starting to dissipate. Speaking of Shane and Carmen, Allison hadn’t seen them at all.

"I’m still in shock that she’s here. I honestly didn’t think I would ever see her again. So much for a fresh start. The past really does follow you," Allison said, as much about Helena and Dylan as Lara. "Do you want to get out of here?"

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Nodding, Helena was silent while Allison explained the circumstances of the breakup. It troubled her that she had been the one to end things and not Lara. That by itself was telling. It meant that the relationship had ended without Allison wanting it to. "Would you like to talk to her? I wouldn't mind, darling, really," She said with a small smile, even though the idea of leaving the party was suddenly a very tempting one. The last thing Helena wanted to do was watch Lara and Allison reminisce, although she wouldn't budge an inch while they did so. She wasn't above claiming what was her own, even if her ways could be passive-aggressive. What she really wanted to see was if Lara would be a threat to her.

In all of this, she had completely forgotten about Dylan. Shane and Carmen too, even though it was their party.

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Allison hadn’t gone into great detail about her relationship with Lara, and it was mostly because of the sadness the memories brought up. It had ended with such a whisper, and for no real reason. Lara just needed to figure things out, and so their time together had just…ended.

"Yes, the chef. I’ve heard a little about her and Dana. I can’t see them together at all, but then again, I don’t know her anymore." Allison shrugged, casting a quick glance toward Dana. She wondered why the two of them had split up. Maybe Lara had to find herself again. "We split up a few years ago. When she came out to California, funny enough. When I moved out here, I had no idea this was the place she had come. We lost touch after she came out here. Clean break and all." 

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Dana and Lara's relationship had seemed to be very close, but Helena had heard stories about what happened through Alice and she couldn't help but be biased against the woman. Alice was her close friend, after all, and she had spent a lot of time with her during that difficult part of her life. 

Allison's explanation of her past with Lara sent a pang of jealousy through her. It was the same emotion she had seen in Tina's eyes when Lara and Bette had vanished into that back room, even though Helena doubted that there was anything to what they had seen. "I see. Why did you break up?" The question was asked in a light tone, but she poured herself another strong drink in the meantime. If she was going to hear about Allison's past with a woman already infamous for splitting up Alice and Dana, then she would have to be drunker than she was now.

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Sighing heavily, Allison allowed herself to be led into the house, where Helena poured each of them a drink. She sipped it slowly, unable to tear her eyes away from her elegant girlfriend. Even flustered, Helena maintained an air of authority, and frankly, it turned Allison on. 

Finally remembering that she had seen Lara, Allison scanned the room. Lara was nowhere in sight. On a night fraught with honesty, Allison leaned in to Helena. “So, how well do you know Lara? You are not going to believe this, but she is my ex-girlfriend. I swear, we live in a fishbowl,” Allison said smiling, making light of her discovery.

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"Who?" It took Helena longer than it usually might to understand who Allison was referring to. Even though Dana and Alice were her close friends, the girlfriend-stealing-redhead wasn't the first person who came to mind. It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of Alice that it all came to her. Helena's jaw slackened and she stared at Allison incredulously. "Lara? The chef? She used to be Dana's girlfriend. That was a long time ago."

Even though there was no reason to consider Lara a threat, it still troubled Helena there was history. Lara was an attractive women, someone she would have pursued herself had there not been a pre-existing past involved. Allison had also mentioned an ex before...and while it hadn't seemed to be a positive experience, the memory made her nervous. "When were you together?" She asked, her tone casual but measured. 

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Along from feeling confused, Allison felt herself melting into Helena’s words. She had no real reason to doubt her, and so far, Helena had been very honest with her. Allison couldn’t help but feel like inviting Dylan to a party Helena knew she would not be at was sneaky, but Allison also realized that Helena had her reasons. Convoluted as they may be.

Allison allowed Helena to take her hand, and still felt the small flip in her stomach when Helena touched her. It was one of the many things that excited her about their relationship. Allison sighed. “Do you promise me that if you plan on seeing her again, you’ll tell me? No more surprises?” Allison asked, trying to gauge Helena’s reaction to seeing Dylan again.

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"I promise. No more surprises." It was an easy promise to make, and Helena looked straight into Allison's eyes as she spoke. She knew it had rattled her girlfriend for her to be talking to an ex, especially since Allison had seen them in a compromising position. "But you don't have to worry. I don't need to see her again." Their meeting had been more than enough for Helena to understand where her true feelings were. Forgiving Dylan was one thing, but it was difficult to imagine ever giving her a real second chance. At the back of her mind, Helena would always question her sincerity. 

She leaned in and kissed Allison softly, brushing her hair back with one hand. Helena tucked it behind Allison's ear, then kissed her forehead reassuringly. "Let's go inside and have a drink."

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Allison sighed heavily, rubbing her arms. “I guess I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me you planned on seeing her again,” Allison said. “Obviously I’m not your keeper, but this seems like something that was pretty important.” Allison looked toward the house, remembering for a moment that she had just seen Lara. She wondered if she should tell Helena, but decided it could wait.

"Closure is overrated," Allison muttered, looking down at the ground. "I appreciate you not wanting me to have doubts, but before this, I didn’t have any. Now I do,” Allison laughed, without humor. “I never knew there was anything between us. So I suppose this is a needed revelation. Do you feel like you got your ‘closure’?” Allison asked, spitting the word.

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Helena sighed and pressed her hand over her forehead. It was fleeting, but still enough to know even temporary weakness. She hated that anyone was able to bring that out in her, even those who might deserve it. Ever since Winnie, she had experienced difficulties truly opening up to anyone. Then there was Catherine and Dylan, two women who had taken her heart and used it as some sort of pawn. Dylan and used her for her money, and Catherine as some sort of sexual slave. It was another part of her past she wasn't comfortable talking to Allison about...at least not yet.

"I'm sorry," she said again, frowning when Allison voiced her doubts. She sighed and came forward, reaching now for the other girl's hand. "Yes. Yes, I do. I didn't do this to hurt you, Allison. I did it because it wouldn't be fair not to. Not myself or to you. I don't know if you can understand. It was part of my past that I haven't ever been able to let go of, not fully, and now that I have you...I wanted to do that."

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

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Her mind whirling, Allison watched as Dylan took a step back, perfectly aware of who Allison was. She shot her a look full of daggers, and turned her attention back on Helena. “Did you invite her here? Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to come?” Allison tried to maintain a cool demeanor, but she hated feeling like she had been lied to. Or, at the very least, carefully withheld information from.

If nothing else, Allison had never known Helena to be any less than forthcoming. For some reason, this Dylan person seemed to be the one piece that Helena was not comfortable sharing. Which drove Allison’s intrigue through the roof.

Once they had moved to a secluded part of Dana’s yard, Allison turned swiftly on her heels. “Helena, what is this, really? When you saw Dylan at my mother’s house, you told me you had no interest in ever speaking to her again. What changed? How did she end up at this party?”

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Helena said nothing until the two of them were alone, but only because she didn't want to make a scene in front of perfect strangers. Sighing, she crossed her arms and looked straight at Allison as she tried to think of how to explain things to her. The thought of withholding information didn't cross her mind once. Helena wasn't a liar. "I invited her here," she said bluntly, fixing a piece of hair that had caught in front of her face. "I needed to see her. I had to end things between us, once and for all. I don't expect you to understand." 

Even though Allison happened to stumble upon an ex from her past, Helena knew very little about the women in Allison's past.

"Dylan and I..." She began again, pressing her lips together. "We never had closure. I don't want you to have doubts, Allison. About us. Now I can tell you that there is absolutely nothing between us anymore."

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Haunted // Allison and Helena

Finally recovering from seeing Lara at the party, Allison realized she had more pressing things at hand: Helena and Dylan. She slunk toward the door, hoping to remain unnoticed, at least for the time being. 

When Allison opened the front door, something in her chest exploded into a million particles. Helena was kissing Dylan. Without context, Allison had no idea how long the kiss lasted. She watched as Dylan drew back slowly, and tried to search Helena’s face for an explanation. Suddenly, anger swarmed over Allison. She stormed over to where they were standing, and cut right in front of Dylan. “Really?” she scoffed, hopeful that there was a good explanation, but doubtful that one existed.

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Dylan's words were still sinking in when Allison arrived on scene, and her appearance was so sudden that for a moment Helena was sure she had imagined it. She straightened, heart sinking, but then sighed and shook her head once. "It isn't what you think it is, Allison."

Even though Dylan was still there, Helena didn't give her even one look. Instead she reached for the arm of her new girlfriend, intent on talking to her privately and separate from the roaring party. "I'll tell you everything."

The after-effects of the kiss weren't exactly what she had expected. Even though she hadn't known what would happen, the fact that she still felt something for her ex-lover had made Helena wary of how she would react to such a...personal gesture. At the same time, she wanted to prove to Dylan (and to herself) that she had, in fact, moved on from that time in her life. "I was telling her goodbye," she continued, her voice very firm. "And not even that was going to change my mind."