Evelyn lifted Helen's chin with one hand. “Stupid question, cara. Of course I want you.” She leaned down and kissed Helen. Helen kissed Evelyn back hungrily, continuing to undress herself. She took Evelyn's hands and guided them to her breasts. Evelyn pulled back from the kiss. “We can take it slow.”

Helen rested her head against Evelyn's shoulder. “I'll tell you if I need to slow down.” She swallowed hard. “Evelyn, I'm afraid, and I don't know if it's going to hurt, and I don't even know how my body works now...but please...I want you...”

“Okay. Okay.” Evelyn kissed Helen's cheek. “Why don't you lie down?”

Helen lay on her back and Evelyn leaned over her, trailing kisses down her neck. “You want me to be gentle?” Evelyn murmured against Helen's warm skin.

“Yes. Please.”

Evelyn lavished soft kisses on Helen's chest. “You're so perfect,” she whispered. “Even without your powers.”

Helen made a small noise of protest. “Evelyn...I...”

Evelyn closed her lips over one of her lover's nipples and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. “Relax, cara,” she soothed. “If you want me, you'll have to listen to me tell you how you're more than your powers.”

Helen made a low noise, unsure of whether it was one of pleasure, protest, or both. Evelyn continued attending to her breasts, using her mouth on one and cradling and massaging the other with a hand. Helen's back arched involuntarily and she called out as delicious tension built at the core of her, the strangeness of her superpower-less body being touched so intimately an afterthought.

“Evelyn...” Helen's voice was almost a sob.

Evelyn lifted her head, looking at Helen's face. “You want to stop?”

“No,” Helen whispered, her voice strangled. “I want...I need more.”