It's Helen!

"Brent?" The voice was that of Helen.

"Mmm," I mumbled, my mind still wanting to drift away.

"Uhm, I, uh, was wondering if I could sleep in here." Her voice was hesitant and slightly embarrassed.

"What's wrong with... ?" I half sat up, feeling for the bedside light. It came on, illuminating the room and revealing Helen's form. She had changed out of the lingerie, into a long well-worn white t-shirt, which reached halfway down her long legs, with a Seaworld logo on it. The effect was amazing to me, making her seem even sexier than when she had been scantily clad.

"They're uh... Look, I can't sleep next to people fucking, ok?" She seemed exasperated. Not angry, just tired.

"Well, if you want, I can sleep on the floor" I, of course, had no idea how I was going to do that with her watching, since I hadn't bothered to get dressed after Kaila and I had screwed.

"Hey, I can trust you, right?" She shrugged her shoulders, closing the door after flipping off the hall light. "Just stay on your side, and we can share."

I nodded, and turned off the room light as she settled onto the bed. I felt the covers shift, and her presence under the blanket.

"Thanks," she said, her face indistinct in the darkness.

I grunted an acknowledgement, and rolled over, so that my back was to her. I could her soft breathing, and I soon felt myself drifting off again.

"Hey, Brent?" Helen's voice brought me back slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Does it bug you? I mean Charlotte and Kaila?"

"I trust her."

"You didn't answer the question." She observed calmly.

"A little." I replied honestly. "I just... I don't want to see her get hurt." That last comment was what was truly bothering me.

"Charlotte won't hurt her. If she does, I'll kill her." Helen's voice was soft, reassuring, but slightly amused at the same time.

"Don't you worry about Charlotte?" I asked a bit more consciously.

"Not really. She's a big girl."

A loud moan that I immediately recognized as one of Kaila's floated in from the main room, causing both Helen and me to break into chuckles.

"Night, Helen." I said, tightening the blanket about myself.

It was only a few moments later, that Helen spoke again.

"Brent?"

"Yeah?"

"I really appreciate this."

"You're welcome," I mumbled, concentrating on the inside of my eyelids.

There was another moment of silence, punctuated by the occasional quiet moan from the front room in one of two feminine tones.

"Brent?"

"What?" I groaned. I had nearly gotten to sleep that time.

"Sorry. I just... I wish... Never mind." She finished with a soft rustle of the sheets.

It was later, after I finally felt the last shreds of consciousness floating away, that I thought I heard a voice again, and I remember nuzzling up to Kaila, quite contentedly....

You know those dreams that you can't remember, but that leave you with a pleasant and joyful feeling? Those were the dreams that I woke from, to find a woman in the crook of my arm.

Sometime during the night, Helen had curled up next to me, and laid her head on my chest. She was still asleep, and I watched her for a moment. Her face was half-pressed against me, her mouth a scant inch from my nipple.

"Helen?" I shook her gently, not wanting to shock her awake.

"Mmm..." She sleepily responded, her eyes still closed. Then she inhaled quickly, her eyes snapping open. Her head reared back, a startled look on her face.

"Brent?" She asked, before looking around at her surroundings. She sighted with relief, her hand coming up to rub gently at her cheek.

"Morning." I greeted her again, adjusting the blankets slightly so that my morning wood wasn't as obvious. I realized, with a twinge of embarrassment, that I hadn't dressed at all the night before.

"Hi," a nervous smile crossed her face, and she glanced down at her attire. "We didn't... do anything last night, did we?"

"Besides sleep? No, don't think so." I replied.

"Okay." She breathed another sigh of relief, a soft yawn following it as she calmed herself. "I just had a really... woah."

"Sleep well?" I asked, hoping that she would soon leave so that I could get dressed.

"Yeah, great actually." She nodded, swinging her feet out of the bed. As she did so, a strange look came across her face, and she looked at me sharply.

"You're SURE we didn't do anything last night."