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Myka stretched languidly, feeling the pleasing pull at each of her joints. Smiling to herself she rolled over hugged her pillow, and snuggled even deeper into the covers.

She paused.

Her pillow felt a little, different. A little less like a pillow and a little more like a pair of small, but perfectly formed, breasts. Naked, unclothed, uncovered breasts. She gave them an experimental squeeze, just to confirm of course.

Her eyes popped open, this was definitely not her pillow, congratulations Myka she thought it's good to know your deductive reasoning is not dulled in the morning she gave a half snort of laughter. With both hands still clasped around her mysterious bedfellows breasts she pondered her next move, whilst attempting not to panic. Just because she's naked and in my bed does not mean anything happened. She glanced down through the mass of brown hair, that was attempting to wind its way through her respiratory system, to confirm that, yes, she was still dressed in her pyjamas. Thank goodness.

So, brown hair…small, but perfectly formed breasts, with a now pebbled nipple, poking into my palms. I am a secret service agent, it pays to be observant of course. Myka pondered (still clasping the breasts in her hands) who she knew that fit that description. Her heart pounding in her chest, as her brain caught up…oh fuck. Her hands fell open finally releasing the breasts, the breasts she was now pretty certain belonged to HG..HG Wells…Helena Wells.

Fighting the panic and the urge to snatch back her hands, she withdrew them from around Helenas body. Careful, so as not to wake her bedmate. And leant up and over to confirm, her suspicions. Yup, that right there is most definitely an English Lady.

It's just scientific enquiry she told herself as she allowed her eyes to slip over the naked and warm body lying beside her. Eyes ogling. Not ogling, she corrects, observing. Haha, yeah observing. Myka feels her body flush hot as she spies the covers had slipped just low enough that she could see the top of a dark shadow of the hair between Helenas legs.

Just as she was contemplating whether or not to pull the sheets down a little further, or you know, completely off, it occurred to Myka how completely mortifying it would be if Helena woke up at this precise moment in time. Woke up to see Myka, leant over and attempting to peek beneath her sheet, in the name of scientific discovery, at what Helena looked like between her legs.

She risked a glance up at Helenas face, to confirm her eyes were still shut. Only, they weren't. They were open. And the dark brown eyes had most definitely caught her attempting to peek, in the name of scientific discovery, beneath the sheet that was barely covering her modesty.

"Oh, err, hi. I didn't know you were up" Myka stammered, brain attempting to think of some excuse as to why she had been oogling a fellow agent. Failing. She threw off the sheets and in a fake show of morning perkiness stood up "So, I'll err, see you downstairs at breakfast. Cool. Bye!"

By this point Helena was sitting up in the bed with the sheet pooled around her waist, her face confusedly looking down at her naked state. Her nipples pointed proudly to Myka as she turned to walk through the door, only to find the door, still in the door frame unopened. She walked straight into it, and then fumbled to twist the door handle, whilst rubbing her head and pointedly not look at Helena. After what had felt like an eternity the door finally opened and Myka escaped into the hallway.

She leant against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. Really not sure as to what this all meant. Obviously at some point in the night Helena had crawled into her bed…Naked.

Though from the look on her face this morning it seemed as though the whole event had been as much of a shock for Helena as it had been for Myka.