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Somniloquy: Fic

New friends Helena and Mark are sharing a hotel room when she talks in her sleep whilst having an... interesting dream

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"At least there's two beds?"

Mark let out a huff of laughter at Helena's words as he closed the hotel room door behind them both.

Just over a month ago, when he'd inexplicably found an email from the Helena Eagan in his inbox, he'd had half a mind to just delete it and continue on with his life, blissfully ignorant.

Her company - and her, by default - had taken so much from his life in the past two years. Not only literal time that he would never get back, but also a job, a marriage and a house. Just to name a few.

But in one moment of weakness in the early hours of the morning, tucked into the race car bed at his sister's house, he read it.

Whatever he'd been expecting to find, it wasn't her asking for his help.

He found himself leaning closer to his phone screen as he hung onto every word about how Helena was planning to completely leave Lumon - and therefore her entire family - and take them to court on multiple charges without using a penny of their blood money, instead working completely on her own.

His first thought was that she was braver than he'd ever thought.

The second was that she was batshit crazy.

The email he sent back at 4:57am said exactly that and nothing more, not caring enough to mince his words.

Mere seconds later, another email popped up.

"Does that mean you'll help me? Regards, Helena Riggs"

And thus began their unlikely partnership.

It hadn't been smooth sailing by any means. At their first meeting, they'd shouted at each other for so long that the manager of the cafe they were meeting at had asked them both to leave on account of 'upsetting the other customers' and 'disturbing the peace'.

Through late nights of bonding about how Lumon had unequivocally fucked them both over, writing and rewriting statements over copious cups of coffee and splitting takeaways whilst sitting on the living room floor of Helena's new apartment surrounded by loose papers, they'd developed something akin to a friendship.

Which was why when it came to travelling out of state to provide their testimonies at a court hearing that would last multiple days, Mark hadn't protested when she floated the idea of the two of them sharing a room at a nearby hotel instead of paying for two (especially when she'd been cut off from her family's finances and he was paying alimony).

The room itself wasn't too run down, though he suspected it was a lot less glamorous than the kind Helena was used to, if the way she ran her index finger across the surface of the small table was any indication, a frown forming at the dust that collected on her fingertip.

Mark smirked at her, unable to resist teasing, "Should I flag down housekeeping if the room's not up to your standards?"

Helena looked up at him, a self-conscious smile blossoming at the fact that she had been caught.

"Which bed do you want?" She asked, changing the subject as her cheeks began to tinge a light pink.

Mark looked at his options: the two parallel single beds were identical in appearance, both covered in a red bedspread with white swirls and multiple pillows perched at the top. The only difference was that one was in front of the windows, whereas the other was pushed against the wall that adjoined to the bathroom.

"I'll take this one," he said, throwing his dark duffle bag onto the inside bed, having a sneaking suspicion that she would prefer the one with the window.

"Because you need multiple trips to the bathroom in the night on account of your elderly bladder?" Helena guessed as she put her own suitcase on her bed.

Mark scowled in her general direction even as she was turned away from him, already unzipping her case and taking out her perfectly folded clothes, "I can piss the bed instead if that'd make you happier."

Helena let out a disgusted groan at the idea, "Use the bathroom to your heart's content. I'm a heavy sleeper anyway."

Mark nodded at her relenting, reaching into the side pocket of his bag and taking out his charger while he remembered that he needed to keep his phone operational since Devon wanted regular updates about their 'adventure'.

"On the topic…" Helena began, trailing off before turning to face Mark, a shy look donning her features, "I talk in my sleep."

Mark mirrored her, an inquisitive look on his face, "Really?"

"Yes. According to my ex."

He tried his best to look completely unaffected by the new information, instead just nodding as he swallowed. He had no rational reasoning as to why his stomach churned at the mention of an ex, especially one that she had been close enough with to sleep in the same bed. She'd definitely never mentioned him- them? God, he didn't even really know if she was straight. He made a mental note to ask Devon, she was always on the nose with those sorts of things-

"So, uh, sorry in advance. If I do that." Helena continued, wringing her hands together in front of her.

Mark narrowed his eyes at her, "You're pulling my leg, right?"

The small smile made a reappearance, "Unfortunately not. The first time I did it as a child, one of our night staff came in to check on me. Apparently I was shouting about monsters and- what?"

"What?" Mark echoed, unsure why she'd stopped her story, "I didn't say anything."

"Your face did." She rebutted, folding her arms as she pulled her mouth to the side.

"Sorry," he said, realising that he had definitely made a face, "It's just…"

Helena raised her eyebrows, silently waiting for the explanation.

Mark flounced his hands around like jazz hands, repeating the words he'd reacted to, "Night staff."

She scowled in response, taking one of the decorative pillows from her bed and throwing it towards his hands. When it hit him directly on the forehead instead, he couldn't help but grin at her resulting laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~

The two of them arrived back at the hotel much later than they'd anticipated after enduring countless chats with countless people about the hearing they'd be attending the following morning.

Mark had let Helena have first dibs of the bathroom, which she'd happily accepted. Once she exited in her blush pink nightie, she excused herself to bed immediately, already having set her alarm an hour earlier than his since she knew she'd have to spend more time getting ready.

("But what about my hair and make-up?" Mark had whinged, pretending to flick back some imaginary long locks. Helena had simply rolled her eyes, not deigning to give him a response.)

Mark barely paid attention to the book in his lap - some historical fiction novel Ricken had bought him for his birthday three years ago - as he stared at the pages whilst Helena climbed into her bed, reaching under her pillow and producing a silk sleep mask, murmuring a soft 'good night' as she lay her head to rest.

She must've been tired, because before Mark had even finished his chapter, he heard soft snuffles coming from her side of the room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, curled into a ball like a small animal, her mouth hanging open ever so slightly.

About twenty minutes later, Mark was still reading when he heard incoherent mumbling. When he turned to look at Helena, he noticed how her face had changed to a frown, eyebrows knitted together.

She wriggled underneath the thin covers as if something was causing her discomfort, her eye mask sliding down her face due to her movements, ending up hanging uselessly near her chin.

Mark closed his book without placing his bookmark and put it on his nightstand as he sat up from where he'd been resting against the headboard, watching her carefully with concern.

"No, no," Helena mumbled, one leg kicking the covers.

He discarded his thick-rimmed reading glasses on top of the book and swung his legs off the mattress, his bare feet coming into contact with the scratchy carpet.

Helena whined again, head turning from side to side as her eyes scrunched closed, "No, stop."

Ice went through Mark's veins at the words, completely legible even as they were quiet.

"Get off me-" She continued, thrashing and kicking the duvet half off.

Was this a memory about the aforementioned ex? The ice instantly became hot fire, his jaw clenching at the mere idea of anyone hurting her.

Mark padded towards her, his hand outstretched but halting before he made contact. Didn't people say not to wake a sleep talker? Or was that a sleep walker? Did she sleep walk too? What if she managed to use her key card to open the door whilst still sleeping, walking outside never to be seen again-

"It's my leg, not yours."

His thoughts screeched to a halt as he tried to understand.

Helena continued, sounding more exasperated than anything, "Find your own. I need mine."

Mark couldn't help but chuckle as he tried to imagine the situation that was happening in her dream, pressing a hand to his mouth as to not wake her.

"I like both my legs." She said, head shaking once more.

Mark couldn't help but think he concurred, especially as one bare shin poked out from beneath the covers, looking soft and smooth.

"I'm not giving it to you." Helena grumbled, lower lip poked out in a pout.

Reassured that she wasn't as distressed as he'd originally thought, Mark returned to his bed, turning off the lamp.

The last thing he heard in the darkness before he succumbed to sleep was "you can't have my elbow either."

Mark piled his plate high with a vast array of foods from the breakfast buffet, eager to get his money's worth, especially when he had no idea when they'd have time to eat throughout the rest of the day.

After there was absolutely no space left - his scrambled eggs were already touching his cubes of watermelon - he cast his eyes around the small dining area, settling on a familiar face.

She was dressed in a sleek black jumpsuit that he was sure cost more than his monthly paycheck (back when he had those), her hair scraped back into a professional looking updo with a few strands free to frame her face.

Helena didn't even notice him approaching as she stayed hunched over a notebook, scrawling in quick yet neat handwriting, resting her cheek against her palm.

"Good dream?" Mark said in lieu of a greeting as he set his plate down on the table. There were already two coffee mugs on the surface, both rims stained with her imprints of her pastel pink lipstick.

Helena startled at the intrusion then grinned when she saw who it was, moving her work to one side.

Mark sat down opposite her, his foot accidentally knocking hers, "Was it about pirates, dogs or amputees?"

Helena's eyes narrowed as she tried to make sense of what he was saying, "What?"

"You were telling someone that they couldn't have your leg," Mark explained as if it were obvious, then bit off a corner of his peanut butter smothered toast.

Her mouth opened slightly in shock as she understood, "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you-"

Mark waved it off, "I was still awake. You wouldn't have woken me if I was asleep."

She seemed to relax at the reassurance, shoulders dropping. She placed both hands around one of the mugs, taking a small sip before replying.

"I don't even remember the dream. But I think…" her hazel eyes looked to the side as she tried to recall, "a small child was holding onto my leg? Curled around it as I tried to walk."

"And you wouldn't let them take it?" Mark pressed a hand to his chest, as if scandalised, "The Eagans truly are evil."

As soon as the words were out, he worried that he'd crossed a line, even jokingly. He knew that she'd renounced them in every way that she could, but she still sometimes spoke about how she worried she'd always be associated with the Eagan legacy no matter how hard she tried to leave it behind.

Helena gave him a small smile, a determined glint in her eye.

"That's why we're going to take them down."

A grin spread over his face as he lifted his own mug of black coffee aloft, "Cheers to that."

~~~~~~~~~~

That night, their bedtime routine was similar.

Helena had been the first to retire to bed, whereas Mark was still lying awake in his loose grey t-shirt and checkered red pyjama bottoms. He had intended to get an early night too, but had instead been distracted by texting with his sister, stuck on trying to find the right emoji to appropriately convey his feelings about criminal defence lawyers.

His phone buzzed as he received another text.

"how's sharing a bed with the devil btw"

Mark deleted what he had already written and tapped his thumbs against the glass as quickly as he could, eager to defend her.

"1) She's not the devil. 2) We have separate beds."

Devon's reply came within seconds, which led Mark to believe that she was currently nap-trapped by Eleanor and had nothing better to do.

"i dont believe that you havent pushed them together yet"

Mark tapped on the camera icon to take a photo, turning his phone horizontally so that both sides of his mattress were in frame, his legs in the middle underneath the covers. The flash cast a bright light around the dark room, making Mark thankful that Helena was wearing her eye mask once again. He sent the proof with no additional text, watching as three separate texts filtered in.

"photoshop"

"AI"

"general trickery"

Mark was about to chastise her for the use of multiple messages when one would've sufficed when he heard Helena begin to stir in the bed opposite. He felt the corners of his lips upturn, excited to hear about tonight's story.

He watched as her eyebrows were drawn together, her mouth slightly open, releasing short, quick breaths as her body moved restlessly.

Mark squinted in her direction, his eyes just about able to focus on how her bangs stuck to her damp forehead. He didn't dare breathe as he watched her, his heart thudding too loud in his chest.

His phone vibrated again, and he clenched his hand around it to muffle the intrusive noise.

"are you moving your beds back together now that you've taken the picture"

Mark typed a reply before he could think better of it, needing someone else to know what he was seeing, even if it was his sister.

"I think she's having a sex dream."

The reply was just as quick as the others, if not more so.

"voice note it to me"

Mark grumbled at Devon's words, though realistically he knew he shouldn't have expected anything less.

"Absolutely not."

The three dots appeared instantly.

"come on i bet she sounds hot"

He looked over to the woman in question. Even under the thick comforter, he could see how her hips were undulating as she let out breathy gasps.

And then she began to speak.

"Please-"

Mark closed his eyes tightly. He was a dead man.

She let out a choked moan against the pillow, "I need to come."

Mark swallowed thickly as he clenched his fists, feeling his body getting interested in the proceedings embarrassingly quickly.

His phone screen lit up from where it had fallen next to him.

"are you wanking rn"

He quickly turned the screen over and shoved it under his pillow, already regretting even telling Devon what he was dealing with, knowing he'd never hear the end of it when he next went to her house.

Helena let out a high whine, rocking her hips, "Please, baby-"

Mark never thought that she'd be the pet name type, but it rolled off her tongue naturally, even in her sleep.

"M-"

His breath caught in his throat, eyes practically bulging out of his head. Was she about to say his name? Or was it just a general hum? He'd never been more pissed off that his name started with an M.

She moaned as she turned to lie on her back instead, her eye mask falling off uselessly, "Fuck me-"

Mark was thinking the exact same.

As she repeated the same low humming noise - Mark straining his hearing to see if she'd add more letters this time - he felt his heart thumping wildly in his chest and his stomach turning in knots, the arousal and guilt twisting around each other as he eavesdropped.

"Please, let me come," she mewled, the tone high and needy.

He'd never heard something so beautiful in his life.

Suddenly, Helena's eyes snapped open as she jolted awake.

Mark flopped his head down onto his pillow quickly as he could, feeling a rush in his ears. He closed his eyes, remembering all the times in childhood that he had pretended to be asleep when his mother had come to check on him in the night. He let his mouth hang open slightly and mimicked small snores.

He could hear movement on her side of the room and willed himself to commit to his charade, even as his heart raced.

A complete silence had fallen over the room, save for the low humming of the radiator, until-

"Mark?" Her voice was raspy and quiet.

He did everything he could to stay still.

"Mark?" She repeated, "Are you awake?"

He let out a larger snore, which he was certain would make her see him as unattractive, but it did the trick.

She chuckled breathlessly before padding quietly to the bathroom.

Mark saw the yellow light emanating from the bathroom behind his closed eyes, then heard the sink running.

The wise part of his brain told him to just continue his pretence of sleep. They were friends at best and two people working towards a temporary mutual goal at worst. Taking down Lumon was more important than getting laid (even if it had been an excruciatingly long time for him).

But then, a small, hidden part of his brain - probably the area that was tampered with when he elected to have brain surgery - wanted to follow it through, regardless of the consequences.

He pretended to wake up, giving an Oscar-worthy performance even as she wasn't back in the room yet, blinking slowly like a cat that had just awoken from a long nap.

Helena walked back into the main area, startling when she saw Mark propped up on his elbows.

"You okay?" He whispered to her, proud of how he'd made his voice sound laced with sleep, though he had to admit that rubbing the heel of his hand into his eye might have been overkill.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked instead, looking further down at his covered body instead of giving him eye contact.

Mark swallowed, his mouth dry, "Woke up with the running water." He said, praying that it was convincing.

"Shit, sorry," she replied, looking sheepish. She walked back to her bed, perching on the edge but not swinging her legs around just yet.

"Why are you awake?" Mark dared to prompt, "Bad dream?"

Even in the low light of the moon's rays trickling in through the blinds, he could see her cheeks flush.

"Not bad," she replied, her eyes widening as soon as the words were out, "I mean, I don't think so. I don't remember."

Mark nodded along, unsure how he should play his cards. Was it better for them both if he just took her response at face value? Maybe she was even being sincere?

There was a beat of silence before he replied, eyes watching her like a hawk. "Did you feel bad?"

"No." She replied instantaneously, fingers fiddling with the lace trim hem of her night dress where it laid on her thighs.

Mark swallowed again, taking in a deep breath through his nose to calm himself down before he prodded again, "Did you feel good?"

Her eyes regarded him, narrowing in his direction, "Was I talking?"

He stayed quiet, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to embarrass her.

Helena took his silence as confirmation and tilted her chin upwards as she watched him carefully, not even blinking. "Did I say anything decipherable?"

He felt his breath stutter out of his chest as he nodded his head slowly.

"What did I say?" She asked, the brave words betrayed by her trembling voice.

"You really want to know?"

"I have every right to." She reasoned, straightening her spine as she waited.

Mark nodded again, more to himself, swallowing thickly before he spoke, "You- uh- started by saying please."

Helena blinked twice, face passive, "Maybe I was just talking to a cashier at the shop, then."

"Do you usually tell cashiers that you need to come?"

Her mouth fell open as she floundered for a reply.

Mark pushed on, feigning a confidence that he didn't fully feel. "Do you usually ask permission?"

Helena shook her head, tendrils of hair escaping the low ponytail at the nape of her neck.

"Do you want to?" He dared to ask.

She stayed frozen for a moment, eyes trained on the floor.

Then nodded once.

Mark felt his jaw clench at the mere idea, a familiar stir pulling in his lower stomach. "Do you… want to be good for-" he caught himself, "someone?"

Helena looked at him through her lashes, her own jaw tight, "Someone?"

He shrugged, giving her an out if she needed it, "I don't know who you were fucking in that dreamland of yours."

A flicker of a smile crossed Helena's features.

Mark watched as she stood up, his eyes raking down her bare legs as she stepped towards his bed.

She stopped next to his bedside table, leaning down until she was mere inches away from his face.

Her pupils were blown even in the darkness, the green irises only a thin ring. A slim hand moved forward to rest on the collar of his shirt, the thumb grazing his collarbone. Just the faint touch made his pulse jump beneath her touch.

"Let me make it clear for you." She whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

As soon as Helena's lips touched his, Mark surged upwards, placing a hand to the back of her head to bring her closer. The kisses were tentative, just short, sweet pecks over and over, parting then being drawn back together.

Helena placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as she pulled away more definitively, her breath already quicker.

"Did that help you figure it out?" She asked with a soft smile.

"Yeah," Mark couldn't help but return the grin, twisting one lock of hair her hair around his finger, "But I am a little bit clueless about this stuff, so…"

She gave an amused chuckle as he trailed off, "Do you require further illumination?"

He brought one hand down to pull back the covers, inviting her in. "Yeah. Lots. I'm really dumb."

"I'll have to be persistent then." She surmised. Helena climbed onto his bed, bracketing his thighs with her own, hovering just above his lap.

Mark brought his hands to her back, relishing in the soft feel of her night gown and pulled her closer, encouraging her to let her weight fall on him. As soon as she obliged, the two let out twin gasps at the feel of their bodies touching, both aware of the effect the preamble was already having on Mark.

Their mouths met once more, this time with more fervour as they gained confidence. Helena brought her hands to the back of Mark's neck, her nails slightly scratching the nape, resulting in a full body shiver that made his mouth open in a groan. Helena eagerly welcomed it, the tip of her tongue flicking against his before retreating.

He ran his hands down to her lower back, skirting around her ass and landing on her thighs, indulging in the feather soft skin exposed by her attire. He was almost grateful that he went to bed in full length pyjamas, knowing that the feel of her legs bare against his would be maddening.

The reminder that this situation had been completely unexpected until moments ago raised a concern at the back of his mind.

He used all of his willpower to pull away, opening his eyes to focus on hers, "Wait."

Helena looked back in confusion, her lips pink and kiss-swollen as she breathed heavily. There was a crestfallen look in her eyes, and Mark could almost see the walls being built up around her.

"No, it's just-" Mark moved his arms around her waist, holding her close in reassurance, "Are you sure you want to do this? You're not just all horned up from your wet dream?"

Helena's nose wrinkled as she pursed her lips, "Did you have to say it like that?"

"Sorry," he breathed, trying his best to look earnest, "I'm being serious though."

Helena smiled at his consideration, bringing one hand to the side of his face. She brushed the hair backwards just for it to spring back into place.

"I've wanted this for a while." She admitted, biting down on her lower lip as soon as the confession was out in the open.

Mark couldn't help but smirk, his chest puffing up in pride, "Yeah?"

She rolled her eyes, "There's no accounting for taste, is there?"

He felt his heart jump at her brazen playfulness, ducking his head forward to kiss her again, delighting in how he could feel her smile beneath his.

Helena pressed closer, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and the other staying on his face, her thumb sweeping across his jaw, the prickle of his stubble rough against the smooth pad.

Mark jolted at the feeling, subconsciously clenching his hands as they lay on her lower thighs, the tips of his fingers daring to brush just underneath the fabric. The grip made Helena moan into his mouth and Mark eagerly swallowed the noise, pressing forward so that his nose was against her cheek, needing her to be as close as possible as he drank her in.

He began to trail kisses along her jawline, relishing in the way she tilted her head back with a choked exhale, silently inviting him to make his way down.

He was more than happy to oblige.

When his mouth reached the spot just under her ear - where he was rewarded with a breathy moan - he trailed down her neck, lightly applying pressure but intentionally making sure he didn't leave any lingering marks, certain that she wouldn't want anyone to notice them when she took to the stand the next day.

The thought of what they were originally here to do reminded Mark that they were on borrowed time, even if he could've spent all night lazily kissing Helena and finding all of the spots that made her moan and gasp and quiver.

"What was I doing?" He asked against the delicate skin of her neck.

There was a few seconds of delay in Helena's reply, her voice sounding dazed, "What?"

"In your dream." He clarified, moving back to look at her.

"Oh." Her cheeks were almost shining in the darkness as she looked down sheepishly, "You don't have to do that."

"Come on," Mark kissed her cheek softly, feeling how warm the skin was, "let me make your dreams come true."

Helena groaned, this time out of exasperation.

But Mark didn't relent, instead kissing her neck again using the barest hint of teeth as he ran his short nails gently against her thighs, "Tell me."

Helena let out a whimper, head lolling back as she melted, "You were… using your mouth."

He smiled against her neck, gently sucking the skin as he hummed, "Using it how?"

She squirmed in his lap, making them both gasp as she brushed against his groin, "You know how."

Mark moved his hands up, letting them rest on her hips, gripping the bunched up fabric, "Use your words, Helena."

She whined, letting in a deep inhale before letting the sentence tumble out of her mouth quickly, "You were performing cunnilingus."

A laugh left him before he could stop it, "You can't just say 'eating out'?"

Helena looked at him with a glare that had no real malice in it whatsoever, "No, I can't."

Mark smiled mischievously, determined to make her break, "You can't say I was licking your cu-"

Her hand quickly moved to cover his mouth before he could finish, her cheeks burning, "I definitely can't say that."

Mark's chest fluttered at her bashfulness, pressing a kiss to the palm held against his mouth then grasping her wrist and pulling it away slowly, kissing the tendons there too, "You're cute."

"Shut up and put your mouth to better use." She rebuked boldly, delivered with a sweet smile.

Mark nodded firmly, "Yes, ma'am."

His hands moved underneath the nightie, up and up until he reached the junction between her legs and hips, his eyes widening as he found it bare.

"Have you been naked under this for both nights?" He asked, his voice gravelly as he looked down even as she was still covered.

"It's better for the vaginal pH balance," Helena said, rocking her hips as he held them, "Reduced risk of bacterial infections-"

"Excellent dirty talk," Mark mused sarcastically.

"Didn't I say something about you using your mouth for something other than teasing me?" She raised an eyebrow, the look reminding him of how terrifying she could look to those opposing them in the court room.

"But teasing is half the fun," Mark said as trailing his fingers across her hips to do exactly that.

Helena let out a noise of disapproval as she grasped the hem of her nightie and threw it over her head in the direction of 'her' bed, letting her stance on teasing be known.

Mark felt his mouth go slack as he took in all the new skin on show, immediately drawn to her dusty pink nipples, bringing his hands up to caress her breasts softly.

She let out a wanton moan, grasping at the bottom of his t-shirt and attempting to pull it off, even as he let out a dismayed noise at taking his hands away for even a second.

Helena ran her fingers down the expanse of his chest, gently dragging her nails against the skin.

Mark groaned, his hips jerking upwards without meaning to. He brought his mouth to hers again, already open and willing as he swiped his tongue against her lip whilst she wrapped her arms around his mid-section, their chests pressed against one another.

He indulged in the kisses for a few greedy moments before returning to the task at hand, wanting nothing more than to make her feel good.

"Lay back for me," he requested quietly, placing one hand behind her head to ease her down even on the soft mattress.

The two shuffled to swap places, Mark distantly wishing that he had actually had the forethought to push their beds together.

Once Helena was laying down comfortably, Mark began the trail of kisses down her body, firstly at her neck, then past her collarbone, then her chest, paying particular attention to her breasts.

Helena grasped the back of his head, threading her fingers through his dark hair and pulling him closer.

As if he had any intention of leaving.

He retreated only to lavish the other nipple too, rolling the hard peak around his tongue, revelling in the way she keened above him.

His mouth kept following the path downwards, trailing open mouthed kisses on it's journey until he reached the neat cropped hair, his mouth watering at the sight.

"Okay?" His voice was laced with lust, barely audible even in the still night.

She gave her answer by way of parting her legs even more.

He pressed a kiss to her inner knee as gratitude for the invitation, making Helena jerk at the contact, the knee in question narrowly missing his head.

"Sorry-" she whispered, bringing a hand to his cheek, thumb brushing softly in apology.

Mark grinned at her care, leaning into the touch, "I can't 'perform cunnilingus' if I'm knocked out."

Helena chuckled, tilting her head to regard him, "Maybe you should get further away from my knee then. For your own safety."

A laugh erupted from Mark's throat, warm and fond, "You're so smart."

"Benefits of private schooli-" She cut herself off as she sucked in a breath when Mark pressed his mouth on her inner thigh, his tongue peeking out to taste the supple skin.

He trailed upwards, dotting kisses, only stopping when he was mere inches away, his warm breath tickling her.

Mark paused, even as his heart pounded, "Yes?"

"Yes." Helena breathed.

He started with one long stripe along her, then moved back just enough to look at her face.

Her hips chased his touch, hands grabbing a fistful of his hair as her eyes fluttered closed.

Satisfied, Mark let his tongue venture further in, moaning at the taste of her hitting him, heady and sweet.

"Fuck, fuck, Mark-" She babbled, breaking his name into two syllables as she choked out a moan halfway through, throwing her head back against his pillow.

Mark took his time with her, alternating between long, slow licks and short, little flicks, enthralled by how each made a different sound erupt from her mouth: a gasp, a moan, a whine.

She spoke nonsensically above him, littering words into the air: 'more', 'yes', 'Mark-'.

He brought one hand to her entrance, teasing it with just the tip of his middle finger in a silent question.

"Yes, yes, in," Helena answered, the words quick and desperate.

Mark happily did as he was told, groaning when he felt just how warm and soft she was, pulsing as he curled his finger.

Her hips jerked clean off the bed at the movement, her leg muscles tightening.

He gently pushed her back down and draped one arm across her lower stomach, his hand resting atop her hip, light enough that she wouldn't feel trapped.

Not long passed before the noises leaving Helena became more frequent and more needy, her hips stuttering as she ground down on his tongue.

"Need- clit- please-" She spoke in broken sentences, each word punctuated by a sharp breath.

Mark kept stroking upwards with his finger as he enclosed his lips around her clitoris, sucking hard.

She let out a high whine at the feeling before her whole body stopped moving and making noise as she teetered on the precipice.

There were a few seconds of stillness, then it was broken by a deep breath, followed by the loudest moan so far and a gush of wetness meeting Mark's mouth, which he greedily lapped up. He continued gently sucking and flicking his tongue as she rode her high then came back down until she swatted at the top of his head repeatedly, squirming beneath his arm.

Mark pulled back with a lick of his lips, kissing her inner thigh once more as he wiped his mouth against her.

Helena giggled, her arms sprawled out above her, giving him the most gorgeous view as he began to move upwards.

He bent forward to kiss the freckle on the side of her breast that was on display just for him, unable to resist the siren call.

"Good?" He asked as he retreated, hovering his face above hers.

"Really good," Helena said, her eyes slightly glazed over and cheeks pulling into a blissful grin.

"Oh, that good?" Mark teased as he rested his forehead against hers.

Helena scoffed, even as her eyes met his with adoration, "Don't let it go to your head."

"Which one?" He countered with a smirk.

The joviality evaporated as something else seemed to peak her interest, "Speaking of which-"

A hand snaked between them to touch the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, "Can I?"

Mark felt his cheeks warm. He always asked, but he couldn't recall the last time someone reciprocated that.

"Yeah," He replied, his voice catching slightly.

Helena brought both hands to either side of him, pulling down the pants devastatingly slowly, watching with hunger as a trail of dark hair was revealed, then a bigger bush, and finally his cock, inch by inch until it was all out of the waistband, springing up instantly.

She wrapped a gentle hand around the base and he instantly jerked into her hand without meaning to, a low moan emanating from him. She indulged in it for a few languid strokes, adoring how he reacted, then peered at him from beneath her half-lidded eyes.

"Condom?"

"Yeah," he replied, nodding dumbly, "Hold on." He swung his legs to the side of the bed, using the opportune moment to kick off the rest of his pyjamas, then hurried to the bathroom.

A small thump sounded as something hit the floor tile, making Helena chuckle as she lay back as she waited as patiently as she could, her body thrumming from her orgasm but still craving more.

Mark appeared, triumphantly holding a foil square, "Sorry, I dropped everything." He said as he hurried back, joining Helena as he knelt down in front of her.

"I heard." She mused, eyebrows raised playfully, "Glad you have one, though. Thought you'd get lucky?"

"Hardly. This thing has been in my wash bag for so long that I had to check the expiry date." He ripped the packet open, throwing the packaging to the floor. (Helena made a mental note to try and remember to pick it up before housekeeping arrived in the morning).

"And?"

"We've got a couple of months."

"Oh, did you want to save it for then?"

Mark surged forward to capture her lips with his as an answer, even as they were misaligned due to how much they were both smiling.

He pulled away just enough to roll the condom on, then looked at Helena, his face more serious, "How do you want to do this?"

Helena was quiet for a moment as she seemed to deliberate how to respond. Mark waited her out patiently.

"I usually like being on top." She confessed.

Mark nodded eagerly, encouraging her honesty, "I can work with that."

Helena mirrored the nod with a shy smile, "It's… kind of a control thing."

"You like to be in control?" His voice was rough as he moved to be beside her, laying back against the headboard.

She nodded, following his lead as she brought herself up to her knees.

"Is that why you have dreams like that?" He dared to ask, hoping he wasn't pushing too far, "Because you've never been able to relinquish it?"

Helena ducked her head down, tendrils of hair falling to obscure her face.

He moved a hand out to tuck the strands behind her ear, letting his hand move down to cup her jaw, tilting her head to look at him.

"We'll go at your pace, Helena." He promised reassuringly.

A smile began to bloom as she moved forward to kiss him softly, wrapping her arms around his upper back as she came closer.

Helena situated herself above him, moving a hand down to wrap around his shaft, lining him up beneath her. She lowered herself down devastatingly slowly, her eyebrows drawn together and eyes closed as she slowly sank down.

Mark fought every impulse to not jerk his hips up to meet her, taking slow breaths, keeping his gaze trained on her.

When she had finally taken him all, her face smoothed out, a blissful exhale leaving her lips as her eyes fluttered open again.

"Well done," He cringed as soon as the words were out, wishing he'd phrased the praise differently.

Helena choked out a surprised laugh, "Thank you."

Mark opened his mouth to apologise, but the words left and were replaced with a deep groan as she gave an experimental grind against him, then moved up again, careful to not disconnect them.

She continued the movement, Mark lazily trailing his hands up and down her thighs as he maintained eye contact, his mouth open as he watched her, addicted to her short breaths and little hums.

"So good," he said, his voice almost slurred as he ducked his head forward into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, daring to graze his teeth against the skin, knowing that any marks would be hidden the next day.

Helena let out a whimper, beginning to increase her speed as she moved one hand to the back of his neck, encouraging him to stay where he was. He put more pressure on the skin, a moan erupting from her when he bit down.

Soon, every thrust was punctuated with a noise from either of them. A mumbled word, a sharp gasp, a quiet moan, a smacking of lips.

Helena's legs began to quiver with the effort, the rapid pace she'd set faltering.

"Wait," she breathed, moving one hand to swipe against her forehead, pushing back the hair that stuck against the beads of sweat.

Mark pulled back instantly, eyes wide as he removed his hands from where they'd wandered onto her hips.

"No, not, I mean, yes," she heaved in a breath and reset, "I want to turn around. As in," she motioned between them, "missionary."

Mark smiled too sweetly for the sounds they'd just been making, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She smiled back, reassured by him.

He moved his hands to her waist and helped lift her up, instantly mourning the loss of her around him.

The two shuffled awkwardly around each other until Helena was laid down comfortably, her red hair fanned out against his pillow, a stark contrast from the white fabric.

Her hands rested on her stomach as Mark perched between her legs, gently stroking the tops of her thighs.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable in any way, okay?"

Her eyes were full of something he couldn't quite place as she looked up at him, "Okay."

Mark hovered above her, entering her as slowly as she had done before.

She intended to keep his eye contact, but as soon as he filled her again, she couldn't help but lean her head back in ecstasy, wrapping a leg around him to bring him even closer.

He built up the rhythm slowly, letting out breaths of exertion with every thrust.

"Please," she called out, one hand grasping in the bed sheet in a tight twist.

It sounded even better than in her dream. Mark knew he'd be hearing it in his head for years to come, regardless of what happened after that night.

She repeated the word, this time more high-pitched and desperate.

"What do you need, baby?" Mark brought a hand beneath her head, cradling it with care.

She whined in response, "More."

"More what?"

"Everything-"

Mark took liberty with her request, placing a hand on her breast and squeezing her nipple, relishing in the way it made her hips buck beneath him. After a few times, he did the same to the other, which seemed to be even more sensitive if the noises she was making were anything to go by.

"I- I think I'm close," Helena whispered, eyes unfocused as she met his.

He slowed slightly, even as it took all of his restraint, "Don't you need to ask something first?"

She all but whimpered, hips stuttering, "Please-"

When she said nothing further, he pressed her for more, "Words, Helena."

She gasped at the request, redness creeping up her chest and neck, "Please, let me come."

He had to take a deep inhale through his nose to calm himself down, eager to see this through, "How close are you?"

"I don't know-" she whined, head thrown back, "I just-"

"Can I count you down?" He asked, unsure where the idea had come from.

Helena gave an unabashed moan at the idea, which he took as a yes.

"From what?"

"Five." She answered breathlessly.

He hummed, "Can you do ten?"

She shook her head quickly, eyes squeezed shut.

"Okay," he acquiesced, not wanting to push her. At least not that time. "Five-"

Helena hummed, one of her heels pressing harder against his lower back as her abs clenched.

"Four-"

Her hips jerked beneath him as she met his every thrust, skin slapping together. "Fuck, fuck-"

"Three-"

He moved a hand between her legs to stroke against her clitoris once more, making Helena moan loudly, the sound of it almost making him lose control right then and there.

"Two-"

"Please, Mark, please, please-"

"One-" He drew out the last word, amazed by the way she waited patiently for his permission even in her desperation.

"Can I?" Her voice was strained, her body tight and taut.

"Come for me."

As soon as the last syllable was out, Helena's resolve snapped, her back arching beneath him as she let out a long, final groan.

Mark was instantly dragged down with her as she shook, making loud grunts into her ear as he fell over the edge too.

Helena took a deep breath as she began to come down, her legs falling from where they were holding him against her as they shook with the aftershocks, her hand wiping against her cheek where a stray tear had fallen from the intensity of her orgasm.

As soon as Mark finished, his body lost all strength. He rolled off just before he could crush Helena, but had forgotten that they were on a single mattress until his legs careened off the side, his feet and shins hitting against the floor.

Helena laughed loudly at the sight and it became his second favourite sound of hers in his catalogue, right after the sound of her saying his name just before she hit her peak.

Mark climbed up to join her, aware of how close he had to be in order for them both to fit, their breaths mingling together as they slowed, heads resting on the pillow.

"You good?" He asked, pulling up the covers around them even as he felt incredibly warm.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She replied as she brought a hand up to brush his hair out of his face once more, "My dream just came true."

~~~~~~~~~~

In the morning, when Mark roused from his sleep, the first thing he felt was his arm being trapped by something.

He opened his eyes to find Helena Riggs atop it, her own arm wrapped around him possessively as she slept, one leg hooked over his.

Mark sneaked his free hand under his pillow to grab his phone, moving as slowly as he could bear to ensure he didn't wake her.

Once he had it, he took a picture of their legs beneath the covers, entangled but still obviously two pairs. He sent the picture to Devon with the caption 'Didn't need to push them together'.

He felt his phone buzz with an incoming message in about five seconds, but he simply swiped down and engaged Do Not Disturb mode and shoved it underneath his pillow once more, instead opting for more sleep, knowing it wouldn't be long until her alarm sounded.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, which prompted her to let out a satisfied hum.

He was asleep again before he could hear any other sleep talking.

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