You reconvene not long after in Taylor's room where she is wearing her robe still, though tied at the waist now, and waiting with a clipboard to conduct the physicals. The process isn't too different from before with Dr. Santina, but she explains how individual students might require additional examinations depending on their type and stage of therapy, and how this would be a good time to check in with them emotionally.
You and Helen exchange awkward looks with each other from time to time as you watch each other get poked, prodded, and jabbed. Taylor explains the ins and outs of reporting. The group's energy just seems to be spiraling down throughout, and you and Helen leave the room yawning and bleary eyed. You make for the elevator, figuring you don't have the energy to take the stairs with Helen. You ride up to the fourth floor walk to the kitchenette and go through the cupboards and fridge to find that there are already some food supplies stored. You pour yourself a bowl of cereal - no milk, so you don't have to eat it right away - you walk to your room eating sugary bran flakes like tiny chips. After chomping down about half the bowl, you set the rest on your desk, strip down to your boxers and climb into bed for a nap. Just as you settle down and feel your heavy-lids drift towards clothes, you hear a light knock and Helen appears in the doorway.
She has changed into a loose fitting set of matching cloth underwear, and is holding a ragged, worn teddy bear against her side. "I figured you'd be hitting the hay a little early too, mind if Teddy and I join you? I think it'd help me sleep in this new place if someone held me." she asks in a voice softer than you ever expected to hear from her. You don't vocalize a response, but merely scoot back in bed and hold the sheets open for her. She grins and scampers across the floor, pausing only to pinch some cereal and drop it in her mouth. "Thanks," she states around crunches while sliding herself butt first into your bed. The two of you settle down into a spooning position with your dick pushing up against her soft butt and arms snugly around her belly. "Good night, Teddy," she whispers and gives her stuffed animal a smooch on the snout. "Good night, Ian." "Good night, Sweet-pea." you respond, and crane your head up to plant a sloppy wet kiss on her exposed cheek, causing her to wriggle and giggle a bit. You lay your head back down and drift off.
You open your eyes upon a darkened room, Helen gone with cook air floating over the warm patch on the bed that tells you she hasn't been gone long. You hear the sound of running water from out in the common area, and realize the reason you woke up. As your feet drop to the cold tile floor, _"I'm going to need to get a rug." _you hear the faucet stop with a thud. You dart across the floor to the toilet stall and begin relieving yourself, the sound of water once more filling the floor.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Helen whispers, you look back over your shoulder to see her scooting her feet along the floor and sipping at a glass of water, Teddy held tight in the other arm. "You're good, I really had to go."
"Seems like it", she says, sitting down on the bed and placing her water next to your cereal. You finish up and wash your hands. Helen pulls her bra up over her head and slips her panties off, tossing then onto your desk chair. As you hang your hand towel back up she pats the bed next to her and says, "Come sit."
You oblige and ask, "what's up? Something the matter?"
"No, nothing's the matter, I just figured..." She swings one leg over to straddle your lap, facing you, "...since we're both up..." fishes your cock out through the hole in the front of your boxers. "...that we could make love."
She pushes her pussy lips onto your shaft and starts slowly grinding along it back in forth. "You want me to fuck you at 2 am?"
She slowly pulls you into an embrace and briefly, softly presses her lips against yours. "No. I want to have sex. And make an abiding emotional bond as we do. That stuff we did this afternoon was lust. It was funny and I really enjoy it. But what I want to do now is something I need." She continues kissing you, and your respond in kind, doing your best to reflect her energy level as you passionately make out, perky B-cup tits pressed against your pecs and a damp pussy massaging up and down your dick.
You feel like you kiss her forever, then the two of you pull back for air, suddenly it feels like you were only kissing her for a few seconds, you miss the sensation of her pressed against you, why was the moment you shared so brief? You glanced at the digital clock in the office side of the room. You'd been kissing her for 10, no closer to 15 minutes. Seriously that long.
Helen has lined you with her entrance, you feel the heat radiating from within her, but she's paused and is waiting for you to refocus on her. You lock eyes with her for her for a few brief seconds before she speaks. "I need to know you want me before I do this.", "Of course I want you.","I don't mean do you want my pussy around your cock, I mean do you want me the person. The smart, strong, resilient woman, but also the scared, self-conscious, little girl..." her voice grows weaker, "the filthy urchin from the Outlands who somehow managed to find herself in the pristine upper city sharing a bed with some guy from a middle district somewhere." Your still looking her in the eyes as she reaches the end of her sentence, almost more sobbing than speaking, but you manage to get the gist of what she's saying.
"Helen, I can't imagine the shit you've been through. I can't tell you that everything is going to be alright now that you're here. I can't tell you that no one will treat you poorly because of where you come from. All I can do is promise to try my best to be here for you when you need me to be. All I can do is stand up for you when the classists that we'll inevitably run into here talk down to you. All I can do is say 'Yes, Helen Doherty, beautiful princess in this broken land, you matter to me, you are important, and I want you. Right. Here.'" You punctuate your declarations by pulling her by the hips gently onto your shaft. She breaks, clutching onto you in an open bawl as she slowly sinks down wraps around you physically, emotionally, sexually.
There's no thrusting, no pounding, no 'Oh fuck that's good!'s or 'Right there baby!'s. There's simply a little gyration like you're slowly tribbing with a shaft between you, hugging, kissing, and emotion, a lot of emotion. First she's crying, then you're crying, then you're both crying, then nobody is crying, and then someone is crying again. There's the occasional small orgasm, but nothing earth-shattering or mind blowing, just a little bit of cum dribbling from one spot to the next accompanied by a slight shudder. For hours you hold each other like this. Your sex organs merely hanging out while your hearts talked. Neither of you remembered laying back down in bed, neither of you remember, you just remember waking up the next morning Helen laying on top of you, the tip of your soft cock head still being held just inside her dried pussy lips, the sheets lazily draped over half of your bodies. Beams of warm light streaming in through the windows.
You wake up within moments of each other, weary eyed from the tears, but facing each other, both of you feeling happy in your core to see the other softly smiling back at them, just a few inches away. "Good morning, lover." Helen greets you. "Good morning, my sweet." You reply.
You here a click, and both of you turn to see Taylor a few feet away, dressed to go out, and holding her tablet up between herself and you. "That's it!" She says excitedly, "That's the picture I want to remember you two by."
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