The room in Helen's house on the outskirts of Raleigh was bathed in the warm light of a floor lamp, the scent of jasmine tea floating in the air as Cassian finished recounting the events of the past month. Helen, seated across from him in a green velvet armchair, listened intently, her blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and something deeper. The teacup in her hands trembled slightly as Cassian finished speaking about the Lamberts and Susie, and she let out an exaggerated sigh, pursing her lips in a childish pout that contrasted with her mature presence.
—"Cassian, I can't believe you didn't call me," she said, her voice laced with playful reproach as she crossed her legs, her tight black dress riding up slightly on her thighs. "The Lamberts, a red-faced demon, the Black Elder… and that girl, Susie, with her gift. Did you really face all that alone with Elise and not think of me even once? I'm your partner, you know. I would've loved to be there, wielding a crucifix alongside you."
Cassian laughed, setting his teacup on the wooden table between them, his dark eyes meeting hers.
—"Helen, it wasn't for lack of trust. You know you're the best at this, but you were in Carolina, and everything happened so fast. The Lamberts were on the edge, and Susie… well, she needed someone to guide her from scratch. I didn't want to drag you into chaos without warning."
She leaned forward, her blonde hair brushing her face as she looked at him with a mix of mockery and challenge.
—"Excuses, Cassian. Always so noble, protecting everyone but yourself. And me? You left me here, missing you, while you played the hero with demons and psychic girls. Do you know how much I missed you?"
He raised an eyebrow, noting the shift in her tone, softer, more intimate.
—"Missing me, huh? Which part, Helen? My Latin sermons or my bad mood after an exorcism?"
She smiled, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she rose from the armchair, setting her teacup aside.
—"Everything, Cassian. Your voice, your hands, the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. A month is a long time, and I'm not letting you slip away so easily tonight."
Before he could respond, Helen approached, her movements slow and deliberate. With a fluid gesture, she slipped the black dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a whisper of fabric. She stood naked before him, her pale skin glowing under the dim light, her firm breasts and curvaceous body exposed without shame. Cassian swallowed hard, his gaze roaming every inch of her: the blonde of her hair contrasting with the smoothness of her skin, her pink nipples hardening under his scrutiny, her shaved pussy between her thighs, smooth and glistening, promising a pleasure that already had him tense.
—"Helen…" he murmured, his voice hoarse, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips, stepping closer until she was inches from his face.
—"Shh, no holy words now," she whispered, her warm breath against his skin. "I missed you, Cassian, and I want to feel you. All of you."
Without giving him time to protest, Helen knelt before him, her expert hands unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants with restrained urgency. Cassian's cock, already hard from the sight of her nakedness, sprang free, thick and throbbing, and she took it in her fingers, stroking it with a slowness that made him groan.
—"Damn it, Helen…" he said, his head tipping back as she looked up at him with a wicked smile.
—"That's what I want to hear," she replied, before leaning in and running her tongue over the tip of his cock, licking the precum already dripping. Cassian clenched his fists on the armchair, his breathing quickening as she took him deeper, her hot, wet mouth enveloping him completely. She sucked hard, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue swirling around the base, drawing moans from him that echoed in the silent room.
But Cassian wasn't about to let her take all the control. With a swift motion, he lifted her from the floor, his strong hands gripping her hips as he carried her to the sofa.
—"My turn," he growled, laying her on her back, her legs spread before him. Helen laughed, a guttural sound full of desire, as he knelt between her thighs.
He lowered his head, his hot breath brushing her shaved pussy, already wet and glistening with arousal. He ran his tongue along her outer lips, tasting her salty sweetness, her skin soft and smooth under his mouth, and she arched her back, moaning loudly:
—"Cassian, fuck, yes!"
He didn't stop, spreading her legs wider with his hands as he licked her clit, sucking it hard until she trembled, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. The taste of her pussy, clean and intoxicating, drove him wild, and he plunged his tongue deeper, exploring every inch as she writhed beneath him, her moans growing louder.
—"Don't stop… please…" she gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth.
Cassian looked up, his eyes gleaming with lust as he pulled back just long enough to strip off his shirt and pants completely. His cock, hard as rock, dripped precum at the tip, and he positioned himself over her, rubbing it against her soaked, shaved pussy.
—"I missed you too, Helen," he said, before thrusting into her with one swift motion, filling her to the hilt.
Helen cried out, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, his cock sliding in and out with a fierce rhythm. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, skin against skin, sweat mingling as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
—"Harder, Cassian… fuck me harder…" she begged, her voice breaking with pleasure.
He obeyed, his hips slamming against hers, her pussy gripping him with every thrust until he felt the heat rising up his spine. She came first, her body convulsing beneath him, her orgasm soaking him as she screamed his name. Cassian couldn't hold back any longer, and with a guttural growl, he came inside her, his hot cum filling her as he collapsed onto her chest, both of them panting.
They stayed like that, sweaty and tangled, silence falling over them like a blanket. Helen stroked his back, her breathing still ragged as she whispered:
—"That… that's what I missed. Not just your cross, Cassian."
He laughed, lifting his head to kiss her, a slow, deep kiss.
—"And I missed this, Helen. But don't worry, we'll be back in the field together soon. Demons and all."
She smiled, her eyes glinting under the dim light.
—"Let them come, then. As long as I have you like this afterward, I can face them all."
They stayed there, naked and exhausted, the night wrapping them in a calm they knew wouldn't last long, but for now, it was theirs.