Helena had gotten the invitation to her Tulane medical school class reunion just prior to her assignment to Moonbase Alpha and had rsvped for the weekend activities. She didn't know that it would work out so well for her. She and her college roommate and colleague, Caprice Dedeaux, had made their reservations for the same flight on the Friday afternoon prior to the festivities. She returned from the moon on Thursday, to give her a day to unwind. She had emailed John some time ago, to see if he was free. He had gotten back to her with an immediate yes, as they had not seen one another since Valentine's Day.
She and Caprice sat together in the business section of the plane, sharing stories of the moon, her new position, school memories and thoughts of just who might show up. During the flight, Caprice asked Helena if John would be joining her for the weekend. Helena looked at her, raised her eyebrow and grinned. Caprice laughed lightly at her friend. She knew just how much Helena had enjoyed the time she had spent with John over the past several months. She was glad that her friend had finally found someone, as she had been alone since Lee's death.
The flight from Orlando wasn't long and after a quick stop at the car rental counter, they found themselves headed down I-610 headed for the French Quarter, in Helena's rented pearl gray BMW. April was a fairly pleasant month in New Orleans, as the oppressive heat didn't really set in until May. After a turn onto I-10, they arrived quickly on Canal Street making the turn to Baronne, pulling up in front of the Fairmont Hotel. The young valet responded quickly opening the door for Helena. She popped the trunk as she stepped out. He saw to their bags. Caprice emerged from the passenger side and followed Helena through the revolving door inside.
They were greeted warmly at the registration desk and given the card keys to their respective rooms. Their bags followed them promptly and they rode the elevator to the twelfth floor. Helena was in suite 1240 and Caprice room 1207. They parted company at Helena's door.
"I supposed you'll be occupied between the various functions?" She said.
"Well, let's hope so." Helena replied, smiling at her friend. "I'm sure we'll find some time." She said, patting her friends arm.
"I doubt it." Caprice said moving off down the hall toward her room.
Helena laughed after her friend as the valet opened her door.
She followed him inside and was surprised to find a large bouquet of red roses sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. She removed the card.
"See you soon. J."
She remembered the roses with his invitation on Valentine's Day, which they spent at a bed and breakfast near London. The valet placed her bags in the bedroom. "Will you be needing anything else, Dr. Russell?" He asked.
She turned to him. "Yes," She said retrieving some cash from her wallet, "Would you arrange for a bottle of champagne to be delivered at four fifteen?" She asked him handing him a twenty-dollar bill.
"Oh yes, Ma'am!" He said enthusiastically. "I'll handle it myself."
"Thank you, Jim." She said noting his name badge. "Would you also have my car out front at three-thirty?"
"You need anything at all, doctor, you just let me know." He said moving toward the door.
"I'll remember that." She said closing the door behind him.
She returned to the roses. She leaned down and took in their fragrance. She then turned for the bedroom. She was to pick John up at the airport at four o'clock; she wanted to be ready.
She took a quick shower and put on a short skirt and sleeveless top. With the click of her lipstick and a mist of Seduction, she was ready. She grabbed her purse, room card and left.
Her car was waiting, just as she had asked Jim. He gave her a wave from the valet desk as she strolled past. She acknowledged him with a nod and a smile.
She negotiated the streets of New Orleans with ease, having spent a good deal of time around the area all those years ago. She was quickly back on the interstate headed toward the airport. The traffic was increasing as the afternoon shift changes began. As she guided the car alongside the runway that paralleled the roadway, she noticed that a Delta flight had just landed. She knew that would be John's plane. She made it through the lights and eased up to the curb and parked where the arriving passengers exited the terminal. She checked her hair once more and slid from behind the wheel, moving her sunglasses to the top of her head. She leaned against the passenger side of the car and waited, knowing he wouldn't be long. As passengers filed out of the doors, she saw him coming toward her. Passing through the door, he saw her leaning against the car. He wore a dark blue blazer; blue shirt, khaki slacks and was carrying a hanging bag slung over his shoulder. She moved away from the car to greet him.
He smiled as he approached her. "Hi." He said taking her in his arms for a long kiss. Her hands went around his neck.
"Do you greet all blondes standing on a curb, like this?" She said, breathless as they parted.
"Only those you look like you. You've changed your hair!" He said appreciatively, still holding her.
"Do you like it?" She asked, leaning back from him.
"Very much." He replied touching her golden blond hair.
"I'm glad you could come." She said looking up into his blue eyes.
"I'm glad you asked. I've missed you." He said reluctant to let her go.
"How much?" She asked, her voice deep, reaching up to kiss him.
"Get me to the hotel and I'll show you." He said touching her lips with his.
She peeled herself from him and popped the trunk with the release on her key ring. He stowed his bag in the trunk and closed it. He then opened the driver's door for her. She slid behind the wheel, watching him. He rounded the car and slipped into the passenger's seat.
She started the engine, slid her sunglasses down to cover her eyes as he reached in his jacket pocket for his. Putting then on, he looked over at her as she put the engine in gear, and smiled, noticing how her skirt had moved up her thigh. She checked the traffic and moved off slowly in the flow. Within a few minutes, they were headed for the Fairmont.
"When did you get in?" He asked.
"Oh, about two-fifteen." She responded.
"Good flight?" She asked.
"Not bad." He said looking at the cars and they sped by.
"What's on tap for tonight?" He asked moving his hand to caress her exposed thigh.
She smiled at his touch, but concentrated on the road.
"There's a reception at seven-thirty." She said, glancing over at him.
He nodded, his fingers tracing the hem of her skirt.
She reached down and covered his hand with hers stopping it. "That's a little distracting." She said.
"You don't know how distracting." He said grasping her hand and pulling it to his lips.
She pulled onto I-10 and headed for the Quarter. Ten minutes later they were in front of the Fairmont. Jim came up to open Helena's door, as she turned off the engine and popped the trunk, once again. Jim's eyes grew a wide as he saw John slowly step from the passenger door. Jim immediately recognized John from the Meta Probe reports on the news. He went to the trunk to retrieve John's bag and John met him there.
"Thanks, I've got it." John said taking the bag out of the trunk.
"Yes sir." Jimmy said, backing off.
John went to Helena's side and slipped his hand about her waist. They walked through the revolving door, Jim watching them as they went, developing a new found respect for Dr. Russell.
In the lobby, they walked past the registration desk to the elevators. On twelve, she led him to her suite.
"Twelve forty." She said, handing him the card key.
He opened the door for her, putting out the do-not-disturb sign as she entered. She saw again the roses and the newly arrived champagne sitting beside them in an acrylic wine cooler.
He followed her into the living area of the room, seeing both the roses and the wine. He sat his bag in a chair. She dropped her purse and turned to him.
"Did I remember to thank you for the roses?" She asked, moving closer to him.
"I don't think so." He said reaching for her.
"How rude of me." Her hands slid up under his blazer as his hands moved down from her waist.
He bent to place a tender kiss on her lips. After tasting his lips, she pulled away from him. "Thank you." She said smiling up at him.
"You're welcome." He said kissing her again, his hands working their way under her skirt.
She moved her hands under the shoulders of his jacket to remove it. He disengaged himself from her and pulled off the jacket, throwing it toward his bag.
"I see you ordered a little something for us." He said indicating the champagne. Her hands where back on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His hands found the zipper of her skirt.
"I thought you might be thirsty when you arrived." She said moving her hands to his belt.
"Not right at the moment." He said moving the zipper downward on her skirt.
"Me either." She said unbuckling his belt.
Her skirt came loose at her hips and with a gentle tug fell to the floor around her feet. She ran her hands up his bare chest, pulling his shirt away from him. He bent down and kissed her hard. Her hands went around his neck and she melted against him. They parted and he scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on top of the king-size bed. He removed his shirt and pulled the belt from his waist. She propped forward on her elbows, wetting her lips as she watched him. He joined her on the bed, straddling her. He moved until he was just above her and kissed her softly.
"You did say seven-thirty." He said.
She nodded, watching his eyes.
He smiled, "We might make it," touching her lips with his.
They made passionate love, having not seen one another for six weeks. John rolled from on top of her and took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. He felt her hand nearby and entwined his fingers with hers. He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. She responded to his kiss, by rolling over to him, resting her head on his shoulder. They lay there for a long time just enjoying the feel of each other. They must have dozed as it was getting late when John finally looked at the clock. He kissed her forehead and her eyes slowly opened.
"It's six-thirty." He whispered.
She nodded against his shoulder.
"I thought we had a party to go to." He said, coaxing her.
She opened her eyes fully and tilted her head to him. He kissed her tenderly.
She moved her hand to his face, slowly pushing herself up on her elbow to face him.
"That was absolutely, the best sex we've had in a while." She said appreciatively.
He smiled at her assessment. "It's the only sex we've had since Valentine's."
She laughed at his deadpan delivery. She leaned down and kissed him. "I'm really glad you came this weekend, John."
"So am I." He responded. "Would you like me to do it again?" He asked, with a twinkle in his blue eyes.
She smiled down at him and winked at him. "Maybe later tonight." She said placing her hand on his heart.
"You've gotta date." He said, taking her hand from his chest, kissing her fingers.
They finally got up to dress for the reception. John found two robes hanging in the closet and handed her one. She wrapped it around herself pulling the belt tight. He slipped his on, then retrieved his bag from the living room. He returned with his bag and jacket. Helena noticed his jacket was wrinkled.
"Why don't you hang that up and we can steam out the wrinkles." She suggested, moving toward the bathroom.
He hung the coat on a hanger and handed it to her.
The suite was well appointed having a separate shower, tub and water closet. She drew a warm bath for herself. John busied himself with arranging his travel items. He heard the water lapping against the sides of the tub. He straightened the bedcovers and went to see to the champagne. He stored the bottle in the small refrigerator that sat beside a small icemaker off the main room.
He returned to the bedroom, still hearing Helena in the tub. He stood at the door with his shaving kit in hand.
"May I come in?" He asked.
"If you like." She responded.
He entered, finding her lying back in the tub; her head propped on a pillow.
"You look comfortable." He said sitting on the edge of the tub.
"I am." Helena answered, smiling up at him.
He admired her as she lay there before him.
She could tell where his thoughts where going. "Don't you dare." She said. "We'll be late as it is."
He smiled at her, and nodded, knowing she was right. He moved away from the tub to have a shower.
Stepping from the shower, he saw that she was busy applying her makeup. They continued their dressing routine and were soon ready for the reception. He finished tying his tie as she put on her jewelry. He waited for her as she quickly changed handbags. He watched her economical movements as she decided what to take with her. She wore a short black sequined cocktail dress with black pumps and stockings. The diamond stud earrings glistened as she turned to stand beside him.
"You've got the key?" She asked.
He reached in his pocket and pulled in out between two fingers.
"You seem a little nervous." He said.
She looked at him. "Well, some of these people I haven't seen in quite awhile."
"Why worry. You're talented, successful and beautiful." He said looking at her, emphasizing the last word.
"You're sweet." She said touching his freshly shaved cheek.
He placed and finger under her chin, lifting her face to him. "It's true." He said kissing her lightly. "Come on, let's go show you off." He said ushering her out.
He pulled the do-not-disturb sign back inside, closed the door behind them and took her arm for the walk to the party.
The reception was being held in one of the ballrooms on the third floor of the hotel. Just outside the door was a registration table. Helena approached the board of nametags looking for hers. She found it with Johns' just behind it. She handed hers to him that he pinned to her dress. She did the same for him, smoothing his lapel as she completed her task.
He took her hand and they entered the ballroom that was filled with people. It was loud with a band playing in the background. Several couples dancing. She looked around the room for Caprice. They spotted each other and Caprice gave her a little wave. Helena pulled John in Caprice's direction.
"Come on, I want you to meet someone." She said, leading the way.
They met somewhere in the middle of the room.
Caprice embraced Helena briefly. "Aren't you looking smashing." She said to her friend.
Helena smiled. "Caprice Dedeaux, I want you to meet, John Koenig."
John reached for her hand. "Dr. Dedeaux, it's my pleasure."
"So, you're the reason why Helena is simply glowing!"
"Caprice!" Helena exclaimed, blushing slightly.
"Helena, I hate to admit, but you are!"
John pulled Helena to his side, affectionately. "I suppose it could be my fault." He said, smiling at Caprice. Helena returned his embrace, smiling up at him.
Caprice could see the spark between them and was pleased for Helena. "I'm glad you could join our little party, John. I know Helena has been looking forward to it, in fact it and you was all she has talked about all week. We could do this and that. So, be careful for what she's got planned for you."
"Oh, I have a pretty good idea, what's in store for me." He said squeezing Helena a little tighter, smiling at Caprice.
Caprice smiled at the couple, looking directly at Helena. "You're right, he's a keeper."
Both John and Helena laughed at her statement. "What'd I tell you." Helena retorted.
Caprice looked away seeing someone she knew. She reached and touched Helena's arm. "Excuse me a minute."
They watched her cross the room. John turned back to Helena. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked.
"Please, then we can try the hors d'oeuvres. I seem to be somewhat hungry." She said releasing him.
"Can't imagine why." He said looking for a bar.
Helena watched him move through the crowd. Someone gently bumped her arm. She turned to see who it was.
"Dr. Shaw!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.
"Helena." He said returning her embrace.
"I didn't think you'd be here." She said excitedly.
"My scheduled changed and, viola, I'm here in old New Orleans." He said with a sweep of his hand.
"I'm so glad, where's Margaret?"
"Around here somewhere." He said looking about the room, seeing John coming toward them with drinks in hand.
John moved to Helena's side, presenting her a glass of white wine. She took the glass. "Thank you, John. You remember, Dr. Shaw."
John extended his hand to shake Dr. Shaw's hand. "Nice to see you again, doctor."
"Captain, how are things on Alpha?"
"Actually sir, I'm working out of Houston at the moment." He said.
"The Meta Probe?" He inquired.
"Yes sir." He nodded.
"Well Helena, how's the new position."
"I'm settling in. It's a good group to be working with."
John moved closer to her slipping his arm around her waist. Helena smiled at his touch.
"Remember to heed my warning, stay clear of Gorski." Dr. Shaw said.
Helena smiled at her mentor, "I remember."
John was puzzled at Dr. Shaw's comment. "Do you know the Commander?" He asked, having known Gorski from the Space Commission.
"I knew the last CMO there. I understand that he is a very political animal."
"He is that, although he's a fair administrator." John said in his defense.
"Administrators serve their function, true." He admitted.
"Will you and Margaret be attending the dinner cruise tomorrow evening?" She asked, changing the subject abruptly, knowing where the conversation could go.
"Yes indeed. Perhaps we could sit together?" Dr. Shaw suggested.
"That would be lovely." She said.
Dr. Shaw noticed his wife waiving at him from across the room. "Ooops. I'm being paged." He said. "You'll excuse me, till tomorrow." He said hurrying off.
Helena and John watched him disappear into the crowd. He turned to her. "Is he always that straight forward?" He asked.
"That's putting it nicely, you're quite the diplomat, aren't you." She said sipping her wine.
"Not always." He said taking a sip. "Have you had any dealings with Gorski yet?"
"Not beyond the perfunctory visits and weekly command conferences." She said.
"The Doctor is right, he'll do anything the keep his position." He said.
They watched the crowd, Helena recognizing many faces of her classmates.
"Would you like to get a plate?" He asked, pointing to the buffet line.
She nodded as he took her by the hand, leading her to the table. They filled their plates with the assorted Cajun dishes. They eventually found a free space at a table and sat. Helena had spoken to several people as they moved through the crowd. They both ate rather quickly, not realizing just how hungry they were. John finished his plate and went for more.
While Helena sat alone, a man wearing glasses approached her. "Helena Russell." He inquired.
She turned at her name and recognized him. "Tom Mitchell!" She exclaimed.
She stood to embrace him.
"How have you been?" She asked.
"Very well. I'm teaching at the school now." He said.
"I don't believe it, you left plastics to teach?" She stated.
"They made me a good offer and I'm able to be home more." He said reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet. "You can see why." He said showing her a photograph of a woman and three boys.
"Good looking young men." She said, appreciatively.
"It's kinda hard without Mary, but we manage." He said, looking at her.
She put her arm on his. "How well I know, Tom." She said, speaking of the loss in both their lives. "I'm sure you're doing a great job." She said reassuring him.
John reappeared at her elbow with another plate.
"John. Let me introduce Tom Mitchell. Tom and I where lab partners at college."
John shook his hand.
"She always made it easy for me." Tom said appreciatively.
"Tom, you're the one who always chased me out of the lab." Helena said remembering their time together.
"You studied too much, Helena. Probably why you graduated on top."
"Well, you haven't done to bad for yourself either." She said tapping his wallet, he held in his hands.
He smiled at her. "I'll let you get back to your food." He reached and pecked her on the cheek. "Nice to meet you, John."
John nodded has he moved away.
They sat again at the table. "Who was he?" John asked.
Helena laughed lightly. "He had a crush on me back then." She turned more serious. "He lost his wife two years ago in an automobile accident. They have three sons." She said relating the history.
"Must be hard when you have children." He said.
Helena took his hand on the table. It had only been as short time since they lost their friend, Victor; the wound was still fresh.
He looked at his plate. "Here, I brought you some more shrimp."
She met his eyes. "Thanks."
They ate silently, their thoughts of Victor.
As Helena finished her last shrimp, John saw Caprice on the dance floor. "Looks like Caprice is having a good time." He said pointing to the dance floor.
Helena saw her doing a two-step with a good-looking blond fellow. "She usually does."
She watched her as the music stopped and a slower song began. "Shall we join them?" John asked, touching her hand.
She smiled at him, knowing how she enjoyed being in his arms. "Can't let her have all the fun."
They moved to the floor and John took her in his arms, holding her close. They swayed to the rhythms, falling into sync.
Helena caught Caprice's eye on the dance floor. She smiled at her friend as she laid her head on John's shoulder, looking quite content.
They stayed on the floor until a line dance stopped them. They stood on the side of floor watching the dance. They clapped along with the others until the song ended. A slow tune began and Caprice came up beside John. "Sorry Helena, he's mine for this one." She stated taking John's arm.
"I'd be honored, doctor." He said bowing ever so slightly.
"Honey, the name's Caprice." She said leading him to the floor
Helena stood watching them as they danced. She was sure that he'd get an earful from Caprice. As she watched then she heard someone comment behind her. "Isn't that John Koenig on the dance floor." Another voice added, "He's better looking in person, don't you think."
Helena causally glanced over her shoulder to see just who was making such a comment. Seeing two women watching John and Caprice dance, she turned back to the floor, smiling to herself.
They were back as the song ended and the band took a break. Caprice handed John back to Helena, quite literally putting his hand in hers. "Not bad, Helena, I think you can keep him." She said, moving off.
Helena reached up, giving him a quick kiss, for the benefit on the ladies who were watching.
"I guess I've passed muster call." He said.
"I suppose so." She said looking up at him. "You must have made an impression."
"A good one, I hope."
"Come on, I think you could use a drink." She said leading him to the bar by the hand.
The two women watched them move off. "She's a lucky one." One said.
Helena smiled at the comment; yes, she was very lucky. He followed her and they got two more drinks. He noticed a balcony off the ballroom. "Shall we have a breath of air?" He said looking at the French doors.
She moved beside him circling his waist with her arm. "Come on, I'll show you some of the city."
He slipped his arm around her waist and together they moved past the bar to the doors. John opened the door and she walked through to the outside. The sounds of the city surrounded them. He moved with her over to the railing. He took her glass from her and set them on the railing. She looked up at him as he reached for her, pulling her close.
"Having a good time." He asked his hands around her waist.
She nodded. "You?" She said, her hands moving up to his shoulders. "I am now." He said covering her month with his.
He kissed her, pulling her up to on her toes.
They parted, leaving her breathless. She rested her head against his shoulder.
He looked up and saw the full moon. "Hey, look at that." He said.
She followed his gaze to the moon.
"That's where we'll be together one day soon." He said holding her close.
They stood there watching the moon, both knowing where their destiny lay. He looked down at her the moonlight reflecting off her earrings. "I love you, Helena." He said softly.
She met his eyes, delighting in his words. "I love you, too." She said.
He met her lips. "Let's get outta here." He said, looking down at her.
She nodded her acceptance. He pulled her beside him and headed for the door. They moved across the room quickly. Caprice saw them making their quick exit.
John passed a house phone in the hallway and slowed. "Hold on." He said.
He picked up the phone. "Room service, please." He waited for the connection. "Hi, could you have some strawberries sent to suite twelve-forty. Thank you."
Helena looked at him. "What are you up too?" She asked.
"Just trying to make your weekend pleasurable." He said moving down the hallway.
She leaned against him as they walked. "You already have."
They returned to their suite. A few minutes later, room service arrived. While Helena changed, John retrieved the champagne, putting it on ice. With the help of the waiter, he arranged the items on the table with the flowers.
She joined him quickly, clad in a long black silk gown with lattice ties up the side.
His eyes brighten as she moved toward her. He offered her the plate of strawberries. She took one, biting into it. "Very good." He then handed her a glass a wine. She took a sip. "Mmm, I like it."
He put the plate down. "I'll be right back." He said, winking at her.
"I'm not going anywhere." She said enjoying her wine.
When he returned, she was laying on the sofa, propped up against its arm. He rounded the sofa and grabbed a glass of bubbly. "Don't you look comfortable." He said.
"Join me." She stated. She moved her legs aside so he could sit, and then he grabbed her legs and put her knees across his lap. "Can't let you be uncomfortable." Noticing her gown had opened to reveal her thigh.
He ran his hand from her foot to her knee, taking another sip of his wine. He reached for a strawberry and popped it in his mouth. "Mmm. They are good."
He took another one and fed it to her. He drained his glass, setting it aside. They enjoyed their snack and Helena reached for his hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He pulled her hand to his mouth kissing it. He released her hand, pulled her left foot onto his lap and began a gentle massage of the sole of her foot. She leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes.
"That's wonderful." She sighed.
He smiled at her comment and continued kneading her foot. She relaxed further into her pillow, enjoying his touch. He started on her other foot as her breathing became deep and regular. She was falling asleep. He watched her, as her head feel to the side. The glass in her hands rested against the back of the sofa. His hands continued their soft movements across her foot. Soon he stopped his massage and reached to fill his glass again. He ate another strawberry and sipped his wine.
He watched her as she rested. She looked so peaceful, relaxed and beautiful. He thought how lucky was he was to have found her. They shared unique connection, something he had never felt for any woman. He knew that he would move heaven and earth for her and she for him.
He sat his glass aside and slowly moved his hand slowly up her thigh. Her eyes blinked open at his touch.
"I thought you were sleeping?" He said taking the glass from her hands and setting it beside his.
"Just enjoying your ministrations." She said.
His hand continued moving up under her gown. He moved to lie beside her on the inside of the sofa, but found it a bit confining.
"I think I have a better idea." He said moving her legs from his lap. He placed the wineglasses in the bucket with the bottle. He kneeled beside her and kissed her softly. Her hands went about his neck. He slid his hands under her to gently pick her up from the sofa.
"Let's take the wine." She said.
He placed the cooler in her hands, then picked her up.
He carried her to the bedroom, stopping only to switch off the lights. He placed her on the bed and he peeled back the bedcovers, removing the chocolates that had been put on their pillows. He sat the wine on the floor beside the bed. Helena crawled under the covers. He poured them each a glass, handing her one. He removed his robe and joined her. She moved next to him, as he wrapped an arm around her.
"This is much more comfortable."
"Much." She echoed taking a sip.
He kissed the side of her head as she lazily traced a pattern on his chest.
"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" He asked.
"The dinner cruise is at eight. The day is free, although I do have a hair appointment at five-thirty."
"How about you show me around?"
"I'd be happy too." She said. "You've never been here before?" She asked, surprised.
"Only for the odd conference. I've never had a personal guided tour." He said trailing a finger down her arm.
"I think I can handle that."
He touched his glass to hers.
He finished the rest of his wine. "More." He asked, holding up his glass.
"I think I'd better stop. Your massage has left me quite relaxed." She said.
He took her glass and set it with his beside the wine cooler. He rolled back to face her.
"Don't get too relaxed, it's early yet." His hands moving underneath the covers.
She smiled feeling his hands find the tie on her gown. She moved closer to him, kissing him.
They made love; John teasing her until she begged him to take her. They slept sated in each other's arms.
The next morning Helena woke him early as she ran her hand down his chest, across his stomach and between his legs. She found he was already aroused and took advantage of it. She circled his penis with her fingers and began to gently stroke him. He smiled at her touch, a low moan escaping his lips. He moved his hand to her back, stroking her gently. She kissed is chest, tickling his nipples with her tongue. She slowly kissed his jaw line, finally reaching his ear that she tickled with her tongue. As she pulled it gently with her teeth and his moan grew a little louder. He tried to pull her to him, but she held him back. She kissed him softly, her tongue exploring his. She could feel him fully erect under her fingers. She stopped her hand motion and moved on top of him, straddling him, pushing the bedcovers behind her. He opened his eyes to find her above him, seeing a fierce desire in her eyes. He reached to stroke her tight nipples. She smiled down at him as she moved down, taking him inside her. She leaned her head back at the penetration, slow and deliberate. She stretched out on top of him, moving her hips gently against him. She kissed him deeply, her hair falling about his face. As they parted, he brushed it back to look at her. She placed her hands on either side of his head and kissed his ears, pulling at them. He gave another low growl, trying to quicken her motion, but she kept it steady. "Helena!" He said, his breath catching in his throat.
She deliberately moved forward, causing him to slip from her. "Helena." He said desperately, his head coming off the pillow.
She was quick, taking hold of him prior to his climax. She gave him a quick pinch at a pressure point, which left him breathless. She was back beside him. "Relax, John." She whispered to him.
He swallowed and looked into her eyes, seeing the desire still there. She kissed him softly, as he was dazed, not quite understanding what she was doing to him. She traced a line down his thigh and back to his still erect penis. She circled it again and began the gentle motion. John gave an involuntarily moan as she touched him. This time he tried rolling toward her, but she pushed him back.
"Patience." She murmured against his ear, kissing it.
His breathing was becoming rapid and she felt him pulsating under her hand as she stoked the tip of his penis. She quickly mounted him, taking him inside, her hips thrusting quickly against him. As she moved against him his hands went to her hips. He helped her bring himself deeper inside her. Her hands on either side of his head, her hair hung down about her face, her breasts moving across his chest. She was enjoying their union, moaning loudly. Their thrusts grew desperate and short. As John released inside her, arching against her, his eyes closed tightly. She was with him riding the wave of passion that surged through them both.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She kissed him lightly, then laid against his chest. His arms went across her back and he held her there. Neither moved as they were united as one. Later, he lay with his head cradled in her arms, "Where did you get that from?" He asked quietly, still recovering.
"I've been doing a little reading." She said stoking his shoulders and chest.
"That's one book, I wanta read." He said relaxing into her arms.
She laughed lightly, "I'll see if I can get you a copy." Kissing his temple.
He closed his eyes and she pulled the covers over them.
They slept a little longer until he woke finding Helena curled beside him, her arm under her head, watching him sleep. His eyes blinked open, and seeing her, he smiled. "Good morning."
"Morning."
He rolled on his side to face her. "I think I like being awaken by you." He said, planting a light kiss on her lips.
She smiled at him and reached to touch his face, finding it rough. "You need a shave."
"You didn't seem to mind earlier."
She smiled shyly and her foot moved against his under the covers and they began moving their feet against each other. She ran her finger across his lips. He kissed her finger.
"Are you going to buy me breakfast?" She asked.
"I don't know, I kinda like it here." He said.
"How can I persuade you?" She asked moving toward his face. She kissed him.
"That's a good start." He said as they parted.
She stretched luxuriously, moving away from him to sit on the edge of the bed. He moved with her, running his hand down her bare back. She looked over her shoulder at him, her green eyes reflecting her love for him. She slipped from the bed, heading for the bathroom. He lay back on the bed and sighed. He was happy, something he hadn't been in long while. Since he had met Helena, it was a constant feeling. He ran his hand down his chest and further to his groin. He noticed he was just a bit sore from where she had pinched him. He didn't care; it had been worth it, it had been just about the best sex, he'd ever had. He stretched and relaxed into the pillows. He remembered her face as she had moved above him and smiled at the memory.
He gave Helena some privacy in the bath. Soon he heard the shower go on and decided it was time to get a move on, besides, his stomach was growling.
He opened the door, finding a steamy room. He crossed to the mirror and his shaving kit. He brushed his teeth as he heard Helena softly humming in the shower. He reached for a towel when he heard her turn off the shower. He met her at the door with the towel and wrapped it around her and kissing her neck.
She looked up at him. "You still need that shave."
She tucked the towel around her and went to her area of the bath. They continued their morning routine with an occasional glance at each other.
"Breakfast?" She asked, running a brush through her hair, standing in front of the mirror.
John moved behind her and circled her waist, kissing the back of her neck. "After this morning, I think I need a big one."
"Protein it is." She said turning in his arms, and kissing his nose.
He followed her out the door.
They entered the hotel restaurant, noticing Caprice was just leaving with the attractive blond man she had danced with at the reception.
"Good morning." Helena said as she approached with the gentleman in tow.
"Morning." Caprice replied. "You made a hasty exit last night, anything you wish to share." She said quietly moving just past Helena.
Helena smiled knowingly at her friend, as John joined her.
Caprice held up her hand, moving on past her. "'Nough said."
John looked the twosome. "Did I miss something?" He asked.
"No, Caprice was just leaving." Helena said smiling slightly.
John shook his head. "I'll see to a table."
Helena watched as Caprice and friend moved off into the main lobby. She glanced over her shoulder and mouthed "Later" to Helena.
Helena laughed at her friend and followed John into the restaurant.
He looked at her as she joined him. "What was that all about?"
"Caprice, just being catty."
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head; sometimes he didn't understand women.
He took her hand as the hostess showed them to a table.
Since was still fairly early, they opted for simple breakfast, Helena mentioning that the Quarter featured so many wonderful restaurants, it might be difficult to choose one for lunch.
With breakfast finished, Helena suggested they take her car for the short ride to the Quarter so that she wouldn't be late for her appointment later.
They called for her car at the valet's desk. Fortunately, Jim was working the weekend. He retrieved the car quickly for them. John tipped him, as Jim held the door for Helena and John slid into the passenger side.
"I think someone has taken a liking to you." John said slipping on his sunglasses.
"Oh, he's sweet." She said putting the car in gear.
"I'm sure." He said.
She gave him a look and shook her head at him. He laughed lightly at her exasperation with him.
They parked beside Jackson Brewery. They began their trek exploring the brewery and it's variety of stores. As they exited the Brewery, they walked about Jackson Square, admiring the paintings the artists displayed in the square. She commented on several of the pieces they saw. They left the square to stand in front of Café Du Monde.
"Feel like a coffee?" She asked, holding his hand.
"Sure." He shrugged.
They walked into the famous café and sat and one of the small tables. The waiter was immediately at their table.
"One order, two coffee's" Helena said to him.
The waiter nodded and was gone.
John watched the people as they passed the café. Tourists mostly, he figured.
Helena watched him as he watched the people around him; she reached for his hand as it rested on the table. He responded to her touch, taking her hand in his. She felt so relaxed with him, so natural.
Their order arrived quickly. John looked at the dark coffee and the powdered pasties that sat in front of him. Helena put a touch of cream in her coffee and stirred. He picked up his cup and took a sip.
"Strong." He said putting it down.
"That's the chicory." She stated.
She picked up beignet and took a bite. There is no dignified way to eat this pasty without getting powdered sugar all over you, she put the rest down and reached for a napkin.
He smiled at her and pointing to his nose, as she had sugar on her nose. She responded by wiping her nose off.
"Kinda messy, aren't they." He said.
"But worth it." She said, swallowing. "Just don't breathe when you take a bite."
He followed her advice and tried one. He too, was similarly covered with sugar. She laughed at his expression. "You're right, they're great."
He took another sip of coffee wiped his face.
They finished they're snack and moved onto the streets of the Quarter with its' diverse cultures, one could find and see almost anything.
Since Helena had spent her medical college years in the city, she was very familiar with all the places to see in the Quarter. Hand in hand, they explored the streets, walking down Bourbon Street, amused at the strip clubs. They window-shopped and Helena pulled him into several antique shops as they passed. She enjoyed looking at all the furniture, always on the outlook for a suitable piece for her house. He really didn't know much about antiques, but he enjoyed watching her as she analyzed each piece. While in one shop she noticed several pieces of estate jewelry that she liked. She pointed them out to John, commenting on the quality of the mountings and stones. He took her hand as she leaned on the counter. "They're nice." He said.
"Sorry, I tend to get carried away." She said apologetically.
He stood beside her and slid his hand around her waist. "Which one do you like?" He asked.
She looked into his eyes. "I think the amethyst is lovely."
He looked at the clerk. "May we see the amethyst?"
The clerk pulled out the amethyst surrounded by diamonds, in a platinum setting and presented it to them, then moved away, giving them have some privacy. He picked it up and admired it, then slipped it on her finger. She admired it on her hand as he held her fingertips.
"It's beautiful." She said.
He looked into her eyes. "Almost as beautiful as you."
She slid her hands up to rest on his chest. "You're sweet."
He took her hands from his chest and kissed her fingertips, his eyes not leaving hers.
He released her hands and she admired the ring again.
John looked for the clerk. He noticed John's gaze and returned. "Yes sir."
"How much?"
"Twelve hundred sir." He said.
"John, it's too much." Helena exclaimed quickly, slipping it off her finger.
"I'm sorry sir, as it is an exclusive estate piece, I can't reduce the price." He said, apologetically.
John looked at her.
"John, no." She said insistently.
"Okay." He said, resolving to her request.
She handed the clerk the ring, who put it back in the case.
Helena turned for the door and John followed her. He opened the door for her and as she passed him, he looked over his shoulder and mouthed to the clerk-"I'll be back." The clerk nodded his understanding.
John took her hand, noting the name of the store and which street they were on. She looked at him as they walked. "It was nice, John, but too much for the size of the stone."
He slid his arm around her waist. "Now how about that lunch you promised?" He asked.
She slid her arm around his waist. "Well, what do you feel like? Cajun, French, Italian?"
"What's the menu for tonight?" He asked.
"Seafood, I would suspect." She replied.
"That really narrows it down." He said.
She laughed, "Thanks a lot."
They enjoyed a lunch at Galatoires. After their lunch, they wandered through the bookstores and little novelty stores that dotted the streets. They even stopped in at Margaritaville, looking at all the beach-related items. Helena mused that she since she lived so close to the real thing; she didn't really need a thing, although she did enjoy the music.
The ventured back along side the courthouse and back along Bourbon Street. Since the hour was getting late, they ended their day at Pat O'Briens-home of the world famous Hurricane. She pulled him inside. "It's a must, John, required for any real visit to New Orleans." She said.
They sat on the patio that was illuminated with white Christmas lights; she ordered them a dozen raw oysters and one hurricane to share. The drink and the oysters came as she related the reason that she was glad it was April, otherwise the oysters would not be good. He didn't really understand it, but went along with the story.
She instructed him on the proper technique for eating raw oysters. He placed one on a cracker as she did and ate it.
"Not bad." He said.
They shared the hurricane, which he thought was a little too fruity for his taste. They enjoyed the zydeco music that was playing. It was hard not to be taken with the intoxicating rhythm of the music.
They finished the oysters and drink as Helena looked at her watch. "Oh no, look at the time!" She exclaimed.
"Problem?" He asked.
"It's almost five, I'm going to be late."
"Is it that far?" He said standing, he looked at the check and produced the correct amount for the tab.
She stood beside him. "Not if we hurry."
"Why don't I just catch a cab back to the hotel?" He said taking her hand.
She followed him toward the entrance of the bar.
On the street, they stopped. "Let me get a cab, I don't want you to be late." He said seeing a cab approaching them. He gave the cab driver a wave.
They climbed in the back seat. "Jackson Brewery." John said to the cab driver.
He took Helena's hand. "This will be faster."
They rode the short distance to the Brewery. John paid the driver. He walked her back to the car. She popped the locks and he opened the door for her. "You'll be okay?" She asked.
"I'll be fine. You go, I'll see you back at the hotel." He kissed her quickly and she slid behind the wheel. He watched her move off toward the exit. John looked around and started walking up Decatur toward Canal Street; he had a ring to buy.
He returned to the antique store where she had tried on the ring. The clerk had held the ring for him. John examined the ring again. The clerk watched him as he did. "You're John Koenig, aren't you." He stated.
John looked at him. "Yes." Surprised at the question.
"I thought I recognized you." He said giving him at smile.
John shifted uncomfortably. "You said, twelve hundred."
"Well, I can come down on the price some. I saw the way you looked at her. She must be something special." He said.
He looked at the young man. "She is." He said with an easy smile.
"I can let you have it for eight."
John looked at him and the ring again.
"Okay seven, but that's the best I can do."
John put the ring down and reached for his wallet. "Okay."
"I'll get a box for it." He said moving away.
John pulled out his credit card, waiting.
The clerk returned with a ring box. "There you go." He said setting it on the counter.
John handed him the card. He went to swipe the card and get the authorization. John picked up the ring box and opened it. He smiled as the light made the diamonds sparkle. The clerk returned with his receipt for him to sign. He signed it and handed it back to the clerk.
"Thanks." John said.
"You're welcome, Mr. Koenig. I hope she likes it."
"She will." He said with certainty, making his exit.
John departed, putting the ring in his pocket.
He caught a cab back to the hotel. In the lobby, Jim saw him come through the door. He followed him quickly as John stopped at the newsstand.
"Excuse me, Captain Koenig." Jim said hesitantly.
John turned at his name. "Yes?" He asked.
"I just wanted to wish you luck with the Meta Probe." Jim said quickly.
John smiled at him. "Thanks, we'll probably need it." John moved a little closer to him. "You're Jim, Dr. Russell's friend." He said.
"Oh yes, sir. I helped her yesterday. When I saw you drive in with her, I was amazed."
John laughed lightly at his description. "You're interested in the space program?" He asked the young man.
"Oh, yes sir. I keep up with all the shuttle missions, the space station, all of it." He said excitedly.
John smiled at his enthusiasm.
"Well, I can see we have some good support." He said patting Jim on the shoulder.
"Jim." Another vested valet said from behind him. "We could use some help."
Jim glanced at his co-worker. "I'm coming."
John reached to shake his hand. "You'd better get back, nice to meet you Jim."
Jim shook John's hand quickly and turned on his heal to return to his station.
Jim watched him go; remembering when he had that kind of enthusiasm.
He grabbed a newspaper from the stand and paid the attendant. He returned to the suite. He stretched out on the sofa and began to look at the newspaper.
After reading the first section and the sports section he pushed it aside. He looked at his watch. It was getting to be six-thirty. He decided he'd get a shower that would leave them a little time prior to the dinner. He retired to bathroom to shower and shave. Fifteen minutes later, Helena returned sporting newly coifed hair. She looked around the room, not finding John; she ventured to the bedroom. She heard the shower in the bathroom. She laid the pink and white package that she carried, on the bed. She heard the water stop. She went to the closet to retrieve her robe so she could prepare for the dinner.
She heard the door to the bath open and John emerged wearing a towel about his waist.
She turned as the door opened. "I didn't know I was going to get a show, when I returned." She said looking at his legs.
He smiled. "Glad I could oblige." He said, noticing her new hairstyle. "Your hair is great."
"What do you think?" She said turning her head. "Sorry I took so long."
"Fantastic." He said with a grin. "I thought I'd get a head start. Could you hand me a robe."
She reached back in the closet, picking one for him. She closed the distance between them. "There you go."
He took it from her and slipped it on, taking the towel from his waist.
"I'm going to have a bath." She said returning for the other robe.
"I've just got to shave." He said sitting on the bed, next to the bag. "What's this?" He asked.
"Something I picked up for later." She said with a sly smile. "No peaking." She called going into the bath.
His focus shifted to the bag and smiled with anticipation.
They finished their dressing for the evening. He'd brought a dark gray pinstripe suit to wear. He was tying his tie as she emerged for the final time from the bathroom in a long off the shoulder emerald green gown, with a slit up left side which, when she moved, revealed her thigh. She wore a diamond pendent and earrings for her accessories. He whistled loudly. "You look fantastic!" He exclaimed.
She spun full circle to give him the full effect. He said crossing to her. "Wow!"
"Thank you." She said smiling up at him.
"You will certainly impress everyone tonight, as if you haven't already." He said, kissing her cheek.
He went back to the dresser and picked up his money clip and wallet putting them in his pockets. He quickly checked his inside jacket pocket, for the third time, for the ring.
She gathered her handbag and turned to him.
"Are we ready?" He asked, appraising her again.
"I think so."
He held out his hand to her, which she grasped. Together they left the suite.
They strolled through the lobby, John conscience of the looks that his lady was attracting. He noticed Jim was still on duty. Jim smiled as they saw then coming across the lobby, proceeding through the door. The doorman waived a cab forward for them. They climbed in the backseat of the cab.
"International Hotel." Helena told the cab driver.
John looked at her.
"We have some time, so I thought I'd show you the city." She said, explaining.
The cab moved off into the traffic.
Arriving at the International Hotel, they rode the elevator to the revolving restaurant at the top of the hotel. There they found a table in the bar and sat. The waiter crossed to them quickly.
John looked across at Helena. "Champagne cocktail?" He asked.
"Lovely." She said.
"Two." He said to the waiter.
The waiter nodded and left them.
John looked out the window at the lights of the city. "Beautiful." He said of the view.
He turned his gaze back to her. She was especially beautiful in the candlelight. It caught her eyes and her jewelry, making them sparkle. He leaned forward and took her hand. "You are simply, gorgeous tonight, Helena. You take my breath away."
She smiled softly at him and squeezed his hand.
The waiter reappeared with their drinks, setting the glasses in front of them.
They raised their flutes simultaneously. He touched her glass with his. "To you."
They sipped their wine, their gazes locked on one another. He set his flute on the table. He reached inside his breast pocket, pulling out the ring box. She watched his hands as he opened the box. She knew immediately what it was. "John, you didn't."
"I wanted you to have it. It looked so good on you."
He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on her right hand.
She watched as he slipped it on her finger, smiling. "But it was so expensive?" She said.
"Actually, I made a deal." He said smiling at her.
She admired the ring on her finger. "It is beautiful."
She leaned over to him and kissed him softly. "Thank you."
He touched his lips to hers again taking her hand in his. They held the kiss for a long time, neither wanting it to end.
When they parted, they held each other's gaze, until a smile touched John's eyes. "Your welcome."
She leaned away from him, but continued to hold his hand.
They sat quietly, both realizing that they truly belonged together. His eyes turned to the lights of the city; it was a spectacular view. He glanced down at his watch.
"It's almost eight." He said.
"I guess we'd better go."
He stood, putting down some money for the drinks. She stood beside him. He leaned to her and kissed her cheek softly. Pulling away from her he slipped his hand to her back, leading her from the bar.
They walked the short distance from the International to the pier where they were to board the Cajun Queen paddlewheeler for the dinner cruise.
The guests where arriving, John and Helena joined the line of passengers as they boarded the boat. They moved into the main bar of the boat where another board of nametags sat. Helena obtained hers and John's as she had the night before. She handed him the badges. He pinned hers on her dress and his on his lapel. She looked up into his eyes. He slipped his hand around to her back and pulled her beside him and they moved toward the bar. Helena saw Caprice sitting a table a man, lively chatting with him. John ordered their drinks, handing her one. He followed her to Caprice's table. Caprice looked up at Helena. "Good evening." She said to Helena and John.
"Hi." Helena said, John raising his glass to Caprice.
"Helena, do you remember Jack Robertson?" she asked.
Helena looked at Jack and smiled, "Of course, biology third row."
Jack looked up at her, obviously impressed. "You have quite a memory. How are you, Helena."
She slipped her arm through John's. "Very well, thank you, Jack. May I introduce John Koenig."
Jack stood as John extended his hand to him, giving him a solid handshake. "Would you care to join us." Jack said pointing at the chairs.
John looked at Helena, who moved toward the chair to sit. He held the chair for her as she did. He sat next to her, sitting his drink on the table. Jack looked down at Caprice's empty drink. "Caprice, would you like another drink?" He asked.
"Thank you, Jack." She responded.
He took her glass. "You'll excuse me."
Helena nodded after him, turning her attention to Caprice.
John stood up as Jack moved away. "Ladies, will you excuse me a moment." He laid his hand on Helena's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, as he turned from the table. "I'll be right back." He said to her.
Caprice watched their interaction together. "So..." Caprice asked, leaning toward Helena as he moved away from them.
"What?" Helena said her eyes wide.
"Details." Caprice said.
"Oh...would this be a detail." She said moving her hand in front of Caprice.
Caprice looked down at the ring. "Mmm, when did this happen?" She asked, examining the ring.
"Just a little bit ago." Helena said smiling at the memory of their kiss.
"Well, he certainly has good taste." Caprice stated.
"He had a little help." Helena admitted.
"You picked it out." Caprice stated.
"In a round about way."
"Looks like you're training him well." Caprice said.
"I don't think he needs any training."
"Oh...good is he?" Caprice's eyebrows raised as she leaned a little closer to Helena.
Helena took a deep breath and sighed. "The best I've ever had."
Caprice laughed at Helena's admission. "You go girl."
Helena laughed with Caprice as Jack returned to their table.
John rejoined them shortly thereafter. They listened to the announcement about dinner as the boat moved slowly from the pier. Dinner was to be served at eight-thirty in the main dining room. Soon a band began playing in the bar. At eight-thirty, they followed the crowd to the main dining room. There they sat with Dr. Shaw and his wife, Margaret. Helena related her recent experiences in her new position as CMO on Alpha. Dr. Shaw and John spoke of what they had learned about deep space missions and the needs of the crew of the Meta Probe. Dr. Shaw knew that Helena and John had met when she had been assigned to Tony Cellini's case. He always tried to keep up to date with her career and activities. Both he and Margaret could see the electricity between them. The way their hands touched during dinner and the looks they exchanged. Dr. Shaw was pleased that Helena had found someone to excite her, she deserved it.
As dinner was finished, Helena and John opted for a stroll around the deck. They walked hand in hand about the deck, enjoying the lights of the city and the gentle breeze. They walked back to the bar where the band played. They joined the couples on the dance floor. He held her tight as they moved the slow rhythms of the music. As they danced, the rest of room ceased to exist for them. They spoke to one another with their eyes, murmuring words of love to one another. Those who sat watching, where captivated by their slow movements and the obvious attraction between them.
At John's suggestion, they left the bar for the deck. He stood behind her at the rail watching as they were slowly approaching the dock. His hands where on either side of her on the railing, as he kissed the back of her neck. She leaned back against him leaning her head back on his shoulder. He inhaled the fragrance of her perfume. His mouth at her ear, "I would love to take you right now."
She turned her head toward him to so he could kiss her. She saw a deep desire in his eyes, as he covered her mouth with his. As they parted, she turned slowly in his arms to face him; her arms went around his neck, and he pulled her close.
"Unfortunately, that's not very practical at the moment." She said, watching his eyes.
He pulled her to him for another fiery kiss. She pulled away from him breathless. All she could think about was getting off the boat and into his arms.
Finally with the boat docked, they made their way to the ramp and exited the boat. They saw Dr. Shaw, his wife and Caprice. Dr. Shaw had suggested nightcaps at the casino, but they refused, making some excuse about John having an early flight the next morning. They didn't fool anyone.
John hailed a cab for the short ride back to the Fairmont. They barely contained themselves in the cab; they both felt like a couple of teenagers, who couldn't keep their hands off one another.
At the hotel, John paid the cab driver and followed her into the lobby, crossing it quickly. In the elevator, John pulled her into his arms for a passionate kiss. They arrived on twelve and practically ran down the hall. John dropped the card key trying to slip it into the reader on the door. "Damn." He cursed, bending down to pick up the card. She laughed at his anticipation. He reinserted the card, opening it successfully. She entered the room, as he put the do-not-disturb sign back on the handle of the door.
He closed the door behind them and he sought her in the darkness. He found her lips, covering them with his own. Her hands lifted his jacket from his shoulders and his hand ran the zipper down her back, as they walked slowly toward the bedroom. As they reached the living room, his jacket fell to the floor, joining her dress. She untied his tie, pulling it from him and began unbuttoning his shirt as he ran his hands down her bare back. She shivered at his touch. As she opened his shirt, she raked her nails down his chest. She turned from him and walked to the bedroom doorway. He watched her walk as he unbuckled his belt, pulling his shirt from his pants. She turned at the doorway and motioned him to her with her finger. He grinned at her in the darkness and tossed his shirt toward the chair in the living room. At the doorway, he grabbed her around the waist and kissed her hard. She pressed herself against him. He walked her backwards toward the bed. Once there, she sat, slowly pushing herself back on the bed, as she watched him strip.
He followed crawling after her on the bed. She was enjoying his pursuit. She could see he was fully aroused and she knew she was more than ready for him. He caught her foot and removed both of her shoes. He ran his hand to the top of her thigh and peeled her stocking from her leg. He repeated the same action for her other leg. He stopped midway, kissing her kneecaps. Then crawled over her as she reclined on the bed. He kissed both of her breasts, tinkling each nipple with his tongue. He then covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. His hands covered her breasts and he pulled her nipples erect. He moved his hand down her smooth abdomen and between her legs, finding her already wet. He straddled her and quickly removed her panties with a quick lift of her hips. He ran his hand up her legs stopping at her knees. He parted her legs and moved between them. He kissed her most sensitive spot. She took a deep breath as his tongue played inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands were on the top of his head as he stimulated her. She moved against him moaning. He tasted her. Playing his tongue over her until she screamed his name. She was trembling and he raised his head and trailed kissed across her stomach, up to her breasts. He hovered over her, watching her. She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. He saw complete pleasure in her eyes. He moved himself inside her, meeting no resistance, he began a slow rhythm against her. She responded to his movement as he stretched out on top of her. He took his time in building their climax. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as she given him had that morning.
They continued their movement as she wrapped her legs around his. Their perspiration covered bodies slipped against each other, his thrusts growing short as he was close to his climax. She was breathing hard as she moved with him. She pulled him to her as he released inside her making her gasp. They both trembled against each other as their euphoric orgasm cascaded over them. John melted onto her, exhausted. He lay there until he felt he could regain control of his muscles. He pushed himself above her and looked down at her. She was quiet, with a half smile on her face. He slowly withdrew from her and rolled to lie beside her. He gently put his arms across her and nuzzled her ear, kissing it. She took a deep breath and turned her face to him. She had the most incredible look of satisfaction in her eyes. She turned away from him and starred at the ceiling fan that spun above them. She had never had a feeling like she had just experienced; it was pure ecstasy. She couldn't believe the sensations that had passed through her.
When she could move again, she rolled into his arms. She silky hair hanging loose about his shoulder. She whispered to him. "John, I never knew it could be like this, the intensity..."
He smiled at her words and tightened his hold on her. Soon the breeze the ceiling fan created chilled them and they moved under the covers. They both slept secure in each other's arms.
The next morning she woke to find him watching her sleeping. "Hi." He said.
She stretched. "Good morning." She responded.
"Sleep well." He asked.
"Very." She said watching him.
She turned on her side to face him, moving her foot against his.
"You know you are making it harder and harder to say goodbye each time I see you." He said thinking of his flight later in the day.
"I know, after last night, I don't think I can wait a month to see you again."
"I'll have to try and work something out to get up to Alpha."
"Yes, you do." She said. "You're ruined me for life." She said with a smile, touching his cheek.
"Good." He said kissing her lightly.
"I made reservation for Brennan's this morning." She said.
"Good, I'm hungry."
"Me too." She concurred.
They held each other for a long time; both knowing their time was short, before moving to the bathroom for a mutual shower.
They dressed and packed their things for their trips later in the day. John picked up the pink and white bag from the floor. "Don't forget this." He said, holding it out to her.
She took it from him.
"I didn't get to see it." He said disappointed.
"I don't seem to remember having time to put it on." She said, recalling their intense passions last night.
"Sorry." He said apologetically.
"Don't be. I'll save it for next time." She said putting it into her bag.
He continued with his packing, pausing only to call for the bellman and for her car to be brought to the front.
"What time's your flight?" He asked.
"Two." She answered.
"I'm at two forty-five." He said zipping up his bag.
Helena closed her bag and the ache she felt when they were separated, begin. He looked at her as she stood beside the bed, staring at her suitcase. He moved to her taking her in his arms, seeing the longing in her eyes. "God, I'm going to miss you." She said into his shoulder.
"I know, me too." He said squeezing her to him.
She looked up at him and he kissed her. All the feelings he had for her where encompassed the kiss, his desire, his respect and his love.
They parted and he looked into her eyes finding those feelings reflected there.
"Come on, we'll never make brunch like this." He said looking down at her.
She unwrapped herself from him, as there was quick knock at the door.
John answered the door showing the bellman in for the bags. The young man took the bags and placed them on cart in the hall. John waited for her in the living room, standing beside the roses, looking at them. He took one of the roses and broke the stem from it. She joined him as they moved to the door. As he reached for the door, he handed her the rose. They shared a quick kiss as they left following their bags to the lobby.
At the check out desk, Helena paid the bill. "You should let me do that, Helena." John said standing beside her.
She looked over at him. "You forget, I can write it off. Medical conference." She said simply.
He smiled at her; she used all the angles. "Okay, but I'm buying breakfast."
"Of course you are." She said insistently.
She took his arm as they left the lobby to load the car. Jim loaded their bags for them. Helena thanked him as she slid behind the wheel. John tipped him with a ten and gave him a slap on the shoulder. With that done, they took the short ride to the Quarter. Finding a parking space in the French Quarter was never an easy task, but they got lucky, finding one just around the corner from the restaurant.
They had a lavish brunch with mimosas, crepes and Bananas Foster. Afterwards they strolled along the streets hand in hand, enjoying the sites and sounds of the Quarter on a lazy Sunday morning. They ended up at the river overlook beside Jackson Brewery. They stood at the rail looking the water and watched as the Cajun Queen moved slowly past them.
"So when do you return to Alpha?" He asked holding her.
"First thing Monday."
"I'll give you a call Monday night."
"I'll be looking forward to it." She said looking into his blue eyes. "It's been a wonderful weekend, John, thank you."
He pulled her to him and held her. "Anytime we're together is wonderful, Helena. Now we've just got to figure out how to get together next time."
"You'll find a way." She said pulling away from him, and reaching up to kiss him.
She took his hand to start back for the car. She still had to pick up Caprice at the hotel.
They returned to the hotel and collected Caprice. The ride to the airport was a quiet one, John holding Helena's hand as she drove. After returning the car to the rental agency, they rode the tram to the terminal. Helena and Caprice checked their bags at the Delta counter. John and Helena watched Caprice walk over to the gate to check on the flight. With a gentle tug of her hand, John pulled her over to two empty seats and they sat down. Suddenly, he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He looked over his left shoulder and discovered the source of the tapping. It was a little blond haired boy.
"Hi," John said. He glanced over at Helena and smiled.
"You're the spaceman." The little boy called out with amazement. "I saw you on television."
John and Helena laughed. "Well, I'm not exactly a spaceman, but I am an astronaut."
The little boy smiled his dark brown eyes beaming.
"What's your name?" John turned around in his chair so he could face the little boy.
"I'm Nick. And I'm five." Nick held up five fingers.
"Well Nick, I'm John."
The little boy moved to sit on his knees and placed his hands on the back of his seat.
"What kind of space ships do you fly, Mr. John?"
"I fly a ship called an Eagle. It's really big and can take off and land just about anywhere."
"Wow! Did you fly one to New Orleans?"
John laughed slightly. "No, I flew Delta to New Orleans."
"Why?"
"Because the space commission wouldn't allow me to fly my Eagle to New Orleans."
"Why?"
John looked in Helena's direction for some assistance. She only chuckled.
To his relief, Nick changed his line of questioning. "Have you really been to the moon?"
"Yes, I have." John noticed Helena trying hard to contain her laughter. "And so has she." He pointed in her direction.
Nick caste a serious eye over to Helena then back to John. "Is her your girlfriend? I bet you have lots of girlfriends. My dad says that being an astronaut is a chick magnet."
Helena covered her mouth with her hand to hide her grin then she reached a state of composure and turned to face John. "Well?"
John couldn't help but laugh at little. "I don't know about it being a 'chick magnet' but it is fun to fly around in all different kind of space ships."
Helena looked up as she heard her flight announced. She leaned forward to exchange a small kiss with John but before her lips could reach him Nick's cheek got in the way. He leaned forward between them just as Helena leaned over to kiss John.
All three broke into laughter. Their outburst caught the attention of Nick's mother. She quickly called him over to her chair. He turned to leave and them turned back around to John.
"Bye Spaceman."
"Bye Nick."
John took Helena's hand and they walked over to her gate.
John set his bag down and drew Helena to him when her seat was called. He kissed her softly. "I don't want to leave you." He whispered to her as they parted.
She closed her eyes and held him tight. When she looked up at him, he saw tears in her eyes and thought he would drown as he looked at her. "No tears Helena. I'll find a way to get there." He said.
She sniffed back the tears and nodded. "I know."
He kissed her again. She pulled away from him and she ran her fingers through her hair. "Goodbye John," she said as she moved away from him.
Caprice waited for Helena at the boarding gate, where she watched them. Caprice gave her friend a somber smile as she approached her. They handed their tickets to the attendant and Helena looked over and John as he stood watching her. He gave her a smile and wave. She looked at him, touched a finger to her lips and blew him a kiss in one subtle motion.
John's heart melted at her simple action, bringing a smile to his face.
Caprice and Helena settled in their seats. Helena starred at the back of the seat in front of her. Caprice watched her friend and gently covered Helena's hand as it rested on the armrest with her own. "Wanta talk about?" She asked.
Helena looked at her friend. "I'll be fine." She said. "It was a good weekend." She said.
"I can tell." Caprice said, knowingly.
Helena smiled to herself as she remembered John's lips on hers. She moved her hands to her lap, looking at the ring on her right hand. She covered it with her left and leaned back in her seat.
John watched as the plane took off, before going to his gate. He was already at work on a way to get to Alpha soon.
THE END
Dorothy Burton
December, 1999