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Mark Scout feels like fucking shit. Reintegration isn’t for the weak at all, his head hurts worse than it ever has and he’s just bombarded by visions of another life that he’d rather forget. He tries to keep Gemma at the forefront of his mind but it’s hard when there’s another person that keeps him thinking about her every moment of every day. He can’t wake up without seeing her beside him laying in his bed on Gemma’s side.

Mark doesn’t remember the last time he got mail actually addressed to him. But it arrives one morning before he goes to work, shoved through the mail slot in between his light bill and a flyer. The beige envelope strikes his vision halfway through his disgusting reintegration juice that Reghabi makes him drink. He approaches it like a bomb, bending down to pick it up, ignoring the pain in his head from his basement brain surgery. He picks it up and examines the material. It’s generic and cheap, it was made to be overlooked and ripped open. Scrawled across it is just a simple “Mark.” in intention yet ornate handwriting that seems familiar to him. Something in him compels him to open it, he half hopes it’s anthrax.

When he opens it, there’s no letter, no note telling him what it is or who it’s from, just a plain black VHS tape. Whoever sent it, knew he still had a player, knew that he was stuck in a time that feels safe for him. He discards the envelope on the floor and holds the unmarked tape in his hands examining it. He audibly mumbles, “fuck it” and makes a beeline to his TV, sliping the tape in and sitting back on his couch.

He’s not prepared to see himself on the tape, no, not himself, another version of him, the other man in his body. Mark S. is sitting at his desk typing on a computer, well typing is an overestimation, the other man looks at numbers on a screen and traces them in with the cursor. Mark doesn’t know what’s going on but he can’t tear himself away from the computer, until she walks in. Not Helena Eagan but close, her innie, smiling at Mark S. like he once looked at Gemma. Mark S. pushes his chair out and Helly takes the opportunity to slide into his lap and kiss him, both of them smiling so hard. Mark’s heart aches for her, no, for Gemma, he misses Gemma, his wife. Then the tape skips and the setting changes, Mark and Helly are on a bed, laying on their sides, kissing. He holds her cheeks and brushes her hair out of her eyes. Mark pauses the tape then and nearly throws the remote at the wall.

Helena Eagan knows that Mark Scout didn’t show up for work today, she was disappointed when she didn’t see him walk through the parking lot, half an hour early so he can complete his head refiner tasks. Still she heads down the seemingly endless staircases towards the elevator. The sensation of transforming into her Innie never gets easier and the next thing she remembers is waking up back in the elevator, slightly flushed. They must’ve done something again, she’s gotten used to it. At least she’s allowed to walk across the Lumon parking lot, like a regular severed employee, at least for 15 minutes until she’s called back in. It balances his tempers, at least that’s what she told her father. The cold air of Keir chills her to her bones and she welcomes it, the snow on her neck making the nerves light up. She stops in the middle of the road to look up at a cloud that she finds particularly interesting. The next thing she hears is the screech of tires and she sees the familiar blue of Mark Scout’s beater. He barely throws the car in park before he’s opening the door and rushing towards her. “Helena!” She turns her face away from him but he’s too fast and he grabs her arm and prevents her from running. “Helena! Fuck!” He’s breathing heavily. She could run, she’s fast and strong, there’d be no way he could catch her, even in Helly R’s heels but her feet stay planted where they are.

“What do you want, Mark?” She sighs. “I know you didn’t show up for work.”

His voice is tense and frantic, he can’t catch his breath. “Helena, Helena come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me! I need to show you something.” This would set off alarm bells in any normal person's head but Helena feels an inexplicable pull towards this man wild with grief and memories he can’t understand. “Helena please, I need to show you something.” Immediately she understands, this isn’t about them and she follows him into the passenger seat of his car.

He drives like he’s daring the car to crash, but it never does, that would be too easy, they don’t deserve to be released. Somehow they pull up to Mark Scout’s house and Helena is surprised to see it, she knows what it looks like, that Harmony Cobel lives beside him and that he has recently submitted a request to get his gutters updated but she’s never stopped long enough to look at it.
Mark throws the car in park and turns it off in a hurry, unbuckling himself and running to open the door for her, in some fucked up version chilvary. She gets out slowly, like she wants to drag out ever movement to torture him more. Eventually, the two of them enter his house. It isn’t nicely decorated, or bright and modern, it’s just Mark and she invites herself in, even draping her coat over the back of his couch and sitting down on the old dilapidated thing. Mark hovers over the television like it’s a bomb about to explode.

“What is it?” She scoffs.

“Sit down,Helena. You want to see it.”

“Do I?”

“You do.” He slides the VHS tape into the player and watches as the scene in front of him lights up. It takes Helena a second to adjust her eyes to the grainy footage. She won’t tell Mark this but she’s been here before, she must’ve watched the tape of Mark and Helly kissing a thousand times, looking at any changes in their facial expressions. They’re in Keir’s bed, her heart drops at the idea that her father might see this. She forces herself to focus on the two people in the bed, she knows it’s Helly who has her skirt flipped up and her pantyhose abandoned, guiding Mark’s hand under her underwear. Mark smiles and eagerly begins touching her, he kisses Helly and begins rubbing circles into her clit, the way Helena knows they like. The video skips and Helly’s on top now, rolling her hips the way Helena did to him in the tent. She wonders if he still remembers her.

“What are they doing Mark?” She makes her voice sound naive.

“What do you think they’re doing? They’re using out bodies to fuck eachother.” He forces himself to respond.

“Fuck.” He clicks it off and Helly’s face is frozen in pleasure on the screen, Helena doesn’t look at him, she can’t. Still she rolls her eyes and scoffs. “What are you gonna do? Release it? What would your wife say?”

“Don’t talk about her.”

“It truly is a shame what happened to her.”

He shakes his head and she’s met face to face with a desperate man. “I’ve got nothing else to protect. I’ll release it, I don’t care anymore.”

“You don’t?” She raises her eyebrows.

“No. The only thing I want to do this take down your fucking company, if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Then do it, he already hates you.”

“That makes two of us. She thinks you’re a bitch.”

“I probably am.” A chord is struck with both of them. “Did you watch it all the way through?”

“No.”

“Couldn’t last?”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” A soundless laugh escapes her lips.

“Turn it on.” The video unpauses as Helly continues to roll her hips against Mark S’s pelvis, his arms wrap themselves around her middle and pull her towards him for a kiss. Helly smiles harder than Helena thinks she’s ever had. She dares a look at him, turning her face towards his, but he stays focused on the tv. Helly R. has started to ride Mark S. in earnest as his hands move her up and down on his cock.
They watch the video in silence until Mark and Helly finish and the tape comes to an end. Mark turns to her, almost smug. “I could take it to the media tomorrow.”

“Release it then.”

“Do you want the whole world to know what you look like when you cum?”

“Do you? Do you know what it feels like when they fuck? I’ve woken up in that damn elevator with your cum dripping down my legs more times than I can count.” She can feel her clit twitch at the memory of the time in the tent . Mark Scout’s jaw clenches and suddenly he’s so close to her, her entire field of vision is him and his mere presence both warms her and tells her to run.

She both never thought this day would come and prayed desperately for it. His hands are on the sides of her face in a second, looking at her with dark eyes and a faint five o’clock shadow, he pauses just enough to give her time to pull away, to run out of his house so they can forget that this has ever happened, she doesn’t, she won’t. When their lips finally meet, it isn’t soft or sweet like how Helly kissed Mark, it’s tinged with all the shit that’s happened. Mark’s hands are in her hair now and his lips taste like scotch. Helena lets Mark push her back until the backs of her legs hit the couch, boxing her in. He finally comes up for air only to latch his lips onto the side of her jaw bone and move down to her neck.

His hands are wandering, taking what he wants from her body through her clothes. She finally lets her hands out of where they stay in tightly clenched fists and they rest on his shoulders, using whatever strength she still possesses to push him down to his knees. Looking up at her, he’s younger, the lines from his face seeming to lessen and he smiles for the first time today.

Mark doesn’t know how he ever lived without her, looking up at her, she’s a vision in red hair and a blue turtleneck. She has him captivated in a way no one has since, well since Gemma. His wife. He stood up in front of everyone they loved and promised to love her for life. She’s still alive, she’s in there with their Innies and he’s rolling the pantyhose off Helena’s long pale legs. She's obedient but he can tell that she’s getting impatient with every ghost of his fingers on her skin. He throws the thin nylons away across his kitchen floor. There are gooseflesh on her legs now even more so as he reverently rolls the fabric of her skirt up just enough to see her white underwear and where she’s leaked through, her wetness soaking the thin material. He presses his mouth to her clothed cunt just enough to taste her and she groans out a “Mark, please!.”

Pushing the rim of her underwear down desperately. He obeys her finally, and moves the fabric down and off of her legs. She’s practically dripping for him now, one hand on the back of the couch stabilizing herself and the other pulling his hair so tight and dragging him towards her. His nose lands directly into her thatch of red pubic hair as he licks a thick stripe up her hole and clit, savouring the way she tastes like she’s a fine wine he could never afford. Finally he latches onto her clit, and he knows she likes it by the way that her grip tightens on his hair, one of his hands wanders up her thigh until it reaches the crux of her legs and he gets to plunge his middle finger into her and then another one when he sees how well she stretches for him. Helena bucks into his mouth desparate for more as he curls his fingers towards her front wall. Her orgasm follows soon after pressing herself into his mouth and hooking one leg around his shoulder. He pulls away from her eventually, licking his lips and tasting her.

He stands and takes a hold of her hand, not looking at her as he drags her further into his house, she probably shouldn’t let herself be taken so easily to her bedroom but her feet move without Helena’s permission. She could say that it’s Helly R. thats forcing her to do this but some part of her knows that that isn’t the case.

They’ve left Mark S. and Helly R. in his living room, now it’s just Mark and Helena, the amalgamations of the worst parts of their Innies.When Helena was in the tent with his Innie, he had touched her like he loved her, it was passionate, yes, but hesitant and naive at the same time. To Mark S, it was an act of love, love for Helly R. Mark Scout doesn’t love her, he’s married, he loves his wife in a way Helena could never hope for, his hands on her body are rough, yet insistent, he knows what he’s doing and it almost makes it worse. She’s dressed in her finest Helly R. clothing, a blue turtleneck that Mark pulls off, barely breaking the kiss long enough for her to catch a breath, he throws it somewhere that she doesn’t see, like he doesn’t believe she’ll need it again. She pulls at the hem of his old tee, pulling it up just high enough to run her hand down his stomach and then back up to his chest. Mark paws at her tits through the beige bra.

Mark S had fumbled with the clasp until she had helped him. Scout does too, prodding at the thin metal clasp, not breaking the kiss, until he seemingly gives up and uses both hands to tear the little hook open and leave her back bare and shuddering. She can only fist his shirt to keep her knees from buckling as he reaches under and rubs her nipples, smiling through the kisses. She’s impatient, she’s always has been but now she takes the initiative to start pulling the fading gray and maroon tee up his chest and forces him to take his hands off her nipples and help his t-shirt and her bra off, so they can stand chest to chest, so close they might as well become one. Her hands roam the expanse of his chest. Some of the cool air seeps in from the night air and she shudders, realizing the only scrap of clothing she still has on is the skirt that Mark bunched up around her waist and she pulls that off as well. When he sees her shiver, he instinctively wraps his body around her, Helena has been used to that type of affection and it rings through her body like cold metal, she has to push away. He simply mutters “Get on the bed.” And she scrambles to obey, shaking as she lays down on the bed. He tsks, “On your hands and knees, that she can do, face the headboard and feel his eyes peer into her soul as she hears the familiar sound of a belt clinking and she knows what happens next.

Mark pulls down his pants and underwear to the sound of this is so wrong but Helena in front of him pulls him in like a magnet. She’s looking at him now from where her head lays on his pillow, ass sticking in the air for him, back arched so tantalizingly. He doesn’t ask about protection and she never tells him to use it, so he joins her on the bed, the cheap mattress sinking under the weight of two people. He’s too engrossed in her ass in front of him, grabbing the globes of it in his hands and pulling her apart for him, he finally gets to take her in revealing in each pretty little moan she makes as she begs him to fuck her, for whatever reason he can’t tell her no, not that he minds it’s been so long since his cock has seen anything but his fist. They groan out in tandem when he notches himself inside of her, it feels disgustingly familiar like their bodies are welcoming the other. When he drives himself into her slowly, he’s struck with the feeling of remembrance and each thrust brings him closer to who he wants, Helena it’s always been Helena.

He manages to find a pace for them, enough so she’s moaning so pretty into the pillow, but something’s wrong, he could stay like this forever and he would never find the release both of them so desperately need. Mark S. got to see Helly’s face and all her pretty moans and her face when she comes and selfishly Mark needs that too. So he pulls out almost painfully, and when she turns back to complain, he smirks and commands her to turn over and she’s almost too willing to obey, flopping onto her back and spreading her legs, she reaches down to open her lips for him, begging him to reenter he does and this time the angle is perfect and she’s tighter now as she rubs her own clit and moans, telling him she’s close without words and her head tips back, giving him and opportunity to kiss her neck, and her legs start shaking, it’s not going to be long for him either. Both of them come crashing down at the same time, her legs are tight around him as she rides through it and he fills her, birth control the farthest thing from his mind. Eventually, she slips away from his grasp and makes her way across the expanse of his bed, a queen but it feels bigger.

Helena lays on Gemma’s side of the bed that she never slept in, she’s real this time, he can reach out and touch her, he has and he’s not ashamed. He wants Gemma back, if only to say he never lost hope, but he needs Helena, or Helly or whoever this woman is that lays beside him. But she disappears too, swearing and searching for her clothes like some sort of foul mouthed siren.

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Mark is so glad that Gemma went out for brunch with Devon because Helena cannot stifle her moans at all and he can’t bring himself to tell her to shush, not when she’s making such beautiful noises under him. He’s giving it to her roughly,but she loves it, she’s clenching around him and moaning so loud that he’s sure that a passing neighbor could hear. But he doesn’t care, not when her ankles are over his shoulders and he’s so close to heaven.

Just when he can feel her tighten around him, he pulls out and lets himself rest on her pubic mound. She squirms and whimpers, “I was so fucking close.” He smiles and lets her legs down. He has to pull himself away from her slowly, like glue and lay on his back, his achingly hard cock standing proudly.

“Come ride me.” She rolls her eyes but still scrambles to pull herself up onto her knees and cautiously hovers herself over him. Finally she grips the base of him and notches it inside of herself, letting it stretch her again. He only sees her once a week but even that’s enough. She lets herself sink down slowly, purposefully teasing him, he knows that she can take all of it. He wraps both hands around her waist nearly all the way and forces her to take all 7 inches of her. She groans at the sudden intrusion and rolls her hips in a circle trying to alleviate some of the pressure on her poor cervix. They both know that he won’t let her get any relief and she moves up and down quickly, hands bracketing themself on his chest, rubbing her poor clit roughly.

“Mark, Mark, I can’t hold it, I’m going to come.” He presses down harder onto her poor clit and she whimpers out and ducks her head into the crook of his neck.

“Come for me, Baby.” She presses her lips into the side of her neck as her movements become more and more erratic, he can tell that it’s going to be a big one for both of them, the type of orgasm that makes your vision go white and your heart stop for a split second. She just needs a bit more, he keeps one hand on her clit but the other sneaks around to press on the tight rim of her asshole, some of her wetness has seeped downwards making it easy to play with the tight hole. As soon as he breaches the rim, she clamps down on him and rides out her orgasm, moaning loudly and throwing her head back. She’s so tight and warm around his cock and his finger that he can’t help but buck up into her and fill her, well, fill the condom that he wears. She’s laying next to him in a second, still catching her breath as he tries to make sense of what just happened.

“Are you okay, Helena?” She rolls her eyes.

He knows she doesn’t like how soft he gets after, how he just wants to baby her and take care of her. “Shut up.” He scoffs and rolls over to his bedstand and grabs his phone. One text , that’s all and he still missed it.

She lays on his shoulder as he opens the text from Gemma. It’s a simple “hope all is okay over there!” but he can feel Helena tense as he texts her back. “I didn’t burn the house down… yet!” She just responds with “Lol. Love you!” and Helena mutters something into his arm.

He gets halfway through “love you too!” Before Helena murmurs something he can’t make out, he turns to her “What was that?”

“I could call her.” She muses like they’re discussing take-out plans.

His heart drops and he stifles a cough. “What? You don’t have her number.” But his fists still clench as she raises her eyebrows.

“I could find it, quite easily. Let her know who her husband really is.”

He rolls on top of her again, she smiles but all he sees is the red of his anger and her hair.

She tries to squirm away but he presses down on her lower stomach, hard, with his left hand and uses his right to come down onto the soft skin of her inner thigh, she whimpers at his strike and tries to close her legs but he doesn't let her instead he forces her thighs wider and presses his fingers into her red skin.

“Fuck!” She cries out and something in him switches. He doesn’t hate Helena, he never could but right now something in him needs to punish. This time his left hand comes down on her thigh, hard enough to leave a red mark of his wedding ring on it. This time she fucking moans. Every little noise she makes adds fuel to the fire, makes him want to make her his and never let her go. He lands another strike just inches away from where she’s pink, swollen, and practically dripping for him, she pushes her cunt towards him, begging for him to push her more.

It just seems to anger him more and this time his left hand comes down hard on her cunt, “You see that? You see what you make me do?” There are tears in her eyes now, so he soothes her red cunt with his fingers making her moan into him, his fingers exploring her, no rhyme or rhythm just taking what he needs. He half expects her to moan, knowing how much she likes him to touch her, but instead he hears laughing below her.

“Is this some, ‘I’m sorry for texting my wife’ fingering?” She jokes, her voice wavering as he rolls her clit in between his fingertips. “Either make me come or let me leave.” This time, he brings his hand down sharply on her clit, still red from it’s torture and she cries out, pathetically.

He doesn’t try to soothe her this time, instead he plunges his middle and ring finder into her burying them into her up to his wedding ring. She whimpers now, trying to escape his grip, he laughs cruelly, some part of him enjoying the look of pain on her face. “You can take it can’t you? You talk a big game so you can take it.” He pumps his fingers inside of her and brings her onto her clit holding it there as she tries to pull it away. “Rub your fucking clit for me.”

She thrashes as he keeps his hand over hers, forcing pressure down on her clit as he adds another finger into her. “I can’t, it’s too sensitive.” She cries out, but Mark sees right through it.

“You can, and you will. Because you’re a fucking slut.” She groans and he can feel her start to rub for him.

She’s so quiet, it almost sounds like a whisper, but he’s so intune to her. “Yours.”
It has to make him smile as he can finally move his hand from in between her legs and carrasses her face. “Yeah, yeah my fucking slut.” That’s all it takes for her to come, rubbing her clit sharply and keeping her eyes locked on him as they ride it out.

This time when he lays back, she’s laying on his chest immediately, breathing heavily, his arms wrap around her, kissing her cheek. “Are you okay?” She nods. “I wasn’t too rough?” She shakes her head and he pulls the blanket over her.

“That was perfect, Mark.”

Mark thinks this could be the best place he could ever be, her on his chest wrapped in his arms, until he hears the door close and soft footsteps in the foyer, his heart drops. “Helena! You’ve got to get the fuck out!” She doesn’t move even as he throws the blankets off of her.

“Why?” She picks at her fingernails, not seeming to understand the severity of the situation.

He splutters “Why?”

“She could join us.” The doorknob turns.

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“Helena?” He closes the door and looks around for the woman he lives with, who's been waiting so patiently for him to get home. Well, mildly patiently, she did text him an absolutely inappropriate photo in the middle of his WW1 lecture, everyone got to go home early that day.

“In here.” They don’t have a very big house so in a second, he burst into the kitchen and she’s in his arms and his mouth is on hers. “You just got home.”

He corners her against the counter and slides his hand up her white cotton tee shirt. Ever since they moved in together, Helena’s stopped wearing bras of any kind.
“I need you. Are you wearing it?” The silver butt plug he brought her home one day. When she’d woken up but before she could even leave their bed, he had lubed up her asshole and eased the plug in. He’d then just kissed her goodbye and went to work.

“Wearing what?” She looks at him with her big doe eyes.

“Helena.”

“Yeah, yeah, I kept it in all day.”

“Good girl.”

“Fuck , you know I like that.”

“I do.” He hooks his fingers in the waistband of her jeans.

“I’m cooking, Mark or at least I’m trying to.”

“Smells good, let it burn.” He pushes her hips up against their countertops and brings their mouths together again.

“Let me turn off the stove.”

“Okay.” She tries to slip away from him but he keeps his hands on her hips and rubs his clothed, hard cock against her as she fiddles with the oven, purposefully keeping him on edge. He is so close to letting the entire house burn down around them. She turns the oven off but Mark doesn’t hear it, he’s too focused on the ringing in his ears from the pure want for her.

His feet move faster than the ever have in his entire 45 years, his hand staying firmly intertwined with hers, he never wants to lose her again, even if the expanse they’re travelling is only the 3 bedroom house they bought soon after Lumon fell, just enough space for them, and maybe a few kids in the future. When they get to their bedroom, he’s desperate as he pulls her shirt up and over her head, to even break the kiss is torture.

“So how was your day?” She smiles as he presses rough kisses to her bare chest, peppering her with attention. She said she liked being alone all day, to paint and think, but eventually he could see that it’s taking a toll on her. “Fuck. Like that, huh?” He swirls his tongue around her nipple and scissors the other in his fingers. His other hand plays with the button of her black jeans, undoing the button and drags her fly down, she’s the one to push her pants down to give him the opportunity to caress her pubic mound over her white and black underwear. He keeps his mouth on her abdomen as he helps the pants down the long legs he loves so much. She kicks them to the side and runs her hands through his hair before pulling him back up to kiss him. He puts a hand on her hip which quickly migrates to the waistband of her panties as he tugs them down in one fell swoop, she moans into his mouth. She’s the one to lead him towards the bed. They both kneel there, kissing, as he finally reaches down to circle her clit as her knees buckle. Mark wonders if she’s been wet all afternoon. He slips one and then two fingers in front of her and she moans. He groans out too when he feels the little buttplug that she’s been wearing all day.

He can tell that she’s close already and she clenches even more when he uses his thumb to circle her clit. “Are you going to ride my fingers? Are you going to make yourself come for me?” She moves herself up and down on his fingers as she tilts her head back again.

He presses down harder and she squeaks, “Yeah, yes. Can I?”

He leans forward and kisses her neck, making her head fall back. “Go ‘head.” And that's all it takes for her to let go with a loud moan and a soft”Mark.” He lets her ride it out on his fingers before he eases them out and tastes her on his fingers. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Me too.” She moans out as he reaches for the lube in her beside table and squirts some on to her. It's cold, he regrets not warming it as it drips down her, and he can slowly and easily remove the little plug she wears.

“You can fuck my ass you know.” She smiles back at him. She’s so cute when she’s trying to hide how desperate she is for him. He circles the little silver toy around her asshole again, spreading the lube around, he wants to make sure it’s enough. They’ve experimented with pain before but today is not the time, today is all about her and him, together. He gestures for her to flip over and then helps her to her elbows and knees in front of him. He savours the sight of her dripping wet in front of him as he frees himself from his clothes. He bucks into his own hand as he slathers lube on himself and lets himself fall heavily onto her ass.

“You’re going to breathe with me, right, Helly?”

“Yeah, yes, sir.” Fuck, he likes that and she knows it. She knows everything he likes because she’s Helly. He would never dare to presume that he’s ever in charge, it’s always her, she’s the one in control of him. She’s got him wrapped around her finger and he never wants to leave.

He pushes just the tip in and she cries out slightly. She tries to throw her head into the pillow but he pulls her hair back gently, “Are you okay? Do you need more lube?” She shakes her head. “Does it feel good?”

This time she speaks, “So fucking good, Mark.” And he pushes in another couple of inches before retracting quickly and pushing in again. She squeaks as he finds a pace for the both of them.

He’s going to be embarrassingly quick. “Can I come in your asshole?” He sighs out, causing her to inhale sharply and giggle.

“Yeah, yeah you can.”

He leans down and kisses the back of her shoulder. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“You’re not— fuck— too bad yourself.” He reaches around to rub her clit in circles that she knows she likes and her ring of muscle clenches around him as her legs start shaking, “I’m going to come, I’m going to come with your fucking dick in my ass, Mark.”

“I know, I’ve got you.” He wraps his other arm around her stomach and brings her up towards him. The new angle just brings him further into her asshole and all the air gets punched from both their lungs. “God, you’re so fucking gorgerous.” He kisses where her neck meets her shoulder. She’s whimpering now as she brings a hand up to where his hand rests on her stomach, and the other one snakes around his neck.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t stop, I’m so close, Mark.”

“I know, me too, I’ve got you. You can just let go, baby.” She cries out one more time, before she does and the sensations are too much for him and he follows soon after, filling her ass.

He slips out of her and lays down, she follows quickly laying her head onto his chest, she once said it was her favourite place in the world. “Hel?”

“Mm, yeah?” She traces little patterns into his chest.

“Did I ruin whatever was for dinner?”

She laughs and kisses his shoulder. “Can I tell you a secret, Mark?”

“Sure, baby.”

She laughs and curls closer to him. “There was never anything for dinner!”

“Really?”

“The oven wasn’t even fucking on!”

“Shit.”

“I figured tonight would end in something like this.”

“You did? You knew I’d been thinking about you all day and I couldn’t wait to come home and fuck you?”

“That or I’d have to jump you the minute you walked in the house!”

“Great minds think alike.”

“Are you hungry? I can make you something, Mark.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I can.”

“I know you can, are you hungry?”

“Maybe.”

“Then let's go!” He jumps up and pulls her up in his arms, cradling her as they make their way to their kitchen.

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Mark is alone in MDR today. Milchick came to inform him of Dylan G’s and Irving B’s illnesses, when he had asked about Helly, Milchick turned on his heels and left. So he refined his file and tried not to worry. Until Ms. Cobel appears behind him and he nearly jumps out of his suit. Ms. Cobel almost never comes to MDR, and Mark’s heart drops as he turns and stands in front of her.

“Where’s Helly?”

“We have her, don’t fret.”

“Where is she?”

“ Helly R. attempted to escape again last night. So,Lumon has undertaken a new experimental procedure for repentance. As Helly R. clearly did not respond to traditional Break Room procedures, she is the optimal subject.”

“What’s going to happen to her?”

Surprisingly, Cobel explains herself, she doesn’t normally do that for severed workers. “Mr. Milchick will inject her with a serum that exacerbates her sensations. She will then continue her refining duties. Her outie has consented, don’t worry.”

“What? Will she be okay?”

“She will be if the procedure is followed to a T, anything else could result in injury or even death. It is important that relief never finds her, it must balance her tempers.”

“I can’t help her?”
“You are helping her.” And Ms. Cobel leaves unceremoniously.

When Helly comes back to MDR, Mark whips his head around from where he sits at his terminal. Helly’s standing there, mascara streaked down her face and shirt untucked.

“Helly? What? Are you okay?”

“They gave me something. I need you. I need your—” He blinks and she’s right there, almost leaning over his desk. She’s not wearing a bra and he can see that her nipples are hard.

Cobel’s words ring in his ears and he musters up an excuse, a shitty one at that.“Oh, Helly. I have numbers to refine.”

“They aren’t important, fuck the numbers. Please, Mark.” She begs.

“I can’t.” But he still swings his chair towards her as she takes the opportunity to stand in between his open legs.

“Mark! Anything.” She’s almost crying now, he can’t just leave her like this.

“You would have to be quiet and hide.”

“I can do that. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Mark.” She draws out his name and he almost gives up right then and there.

“Oh. One more thing.”

“What? Mark ! Anything!”

“You can’t- you know—” Fuck, he can’t let her not come. Not when she’s practically desperate for him.

“Mark! No.” She actually sticks her bottom lip out like a child.

“I truly am sorry.”

“Fuck. Fine, just anything.”

“I have to keep refining. But you can try to get some relief under the desk.”

“On you?” She begs, her eyes going wide. She wants it to be him.

“Yeah, on my shoe.”

She scowls like the Helly he knows. “Your shoe?”

“Best I can do.”

She thinks about it for a second but then something seems to overtake her and she exhales sharply. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, sit, Mark, sit.” She practically pushes him back so she can crawl under it. He positions himself back at his terminal. Helly is completely hidden under the desk, she hikes her own skirt up. He can see that she’s taken her pantyhose off as she looks at his shoe with blown out eyes. Mark has no idea if they are nice shoes or not but Helly looks at them like she’s amazed. He kicks his foot out to her knee and nudges them apart. It feels wrong to look at her legs, even if she’s about to fuck herself on him. This is about her, and the fact that he’s too weak to ever say no to her.

She moans when she first makes contact with his shoe and cants her hips forward and he can’t help but groan out. He has to grip his desk so hard that he can hear the material crack, he doesn’t care.

Now she takes control of her own pleasure and begins riding the top of his shoe desperately, moans soaking into his pant leg. Mark is painfully hard, he knows that this isn’t for him. He just wants to make sure that she’s okay. Little moans and squeaks leave her mouth and Mark is briefly worried that someone will hear them but he soon forgets when he looks down at his shoe and the wet sheen that she’s left on them. “Helly, Helly, are you not wearing any underwear?” He asks, surprised.

“I’ll lick it up. Mark, please don’t make me stop.” He reaches down and threads his hand through her hair soothingly. “Pull it.” He wraps his hand around her hair and yanks her head off of his thigh, forcing her to look up at him.

“Come up here. I don’t bite.” He tries to make his eyes kind.

“What if I want you to?” His heart might explode before hers does. She is going to kill him and he’s going to let her. He pulls her hair again, rougher this time and she moans out loud as he guides her up to straddle his lap. He is met with her dripping wet cunt and it’s like all of his thoughts disappear. He pushes her skirt up to see her better, she’s gorgeous.

“Fuck, what did they give you? You’re so swollen and pink and pretty.” Helly cries out as he explores her folds, paying extra attention to avoid her clit and make her moan.

“Mark, I need help.”

“I know.”

“No, I need to come, please Mark.”

“Oh, Helly.” He dares to press two of his finger tips inside of her, she’s so wet, she practically welcomes him in.

“Fuck!” She cants her hips up and takes his fingers inside of her.

“Is that good?” She nods into his neck and rides two of his fingers.

“Can I come?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Please. Mark, I’ll do anything. I know you’re hard, you can fuck me, you can do anything to me, just let me come!”

“I’m not supposed to, it’s your punishment.”

“I don’t care, I’ve learned my lesson, I’m not going to escape again. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes! Please.” He ghosts his thumb over her clit and she screams. “Please!” He has to touch her after seeing her, he can’t just leave her like this, he can’t, so he circles her clit again and she buries herself into his neck. “I’m so close, Mark.”

It feels like every nerve in his body is on fire. He knows he shouldn’t, that he was given direct orders not to let her get any relief. But, fuck, he’s only human and she’s practically a Goddess. When he presses his thumb to her clit again, it’s like she’s been electrocuted. She throws her head back and mumbles his name and something that he can’t make out.

“It’s okay, Helly.”

“Please.”

He only mumbles a “come, Helly.” and she’s tumbling over herself to come. She finally gets some relief and she lets out something like a moan and presses herself into him as she fucks herself on him.

He fucks her through the aftershocks, listening to the breaths that he half expects to stop. “Are you okay, are you still with me?”

She looks up at him, still trying to catch her breath, but smiling. “Can I have another one, Mark?”

“Already?”

“I need it. »

“Alright, come on.” He goes to push himself up but he ends up just bucking his already hard clothed cock into her naked cunt.

“Why can’t we stay here?” She moans.

“Because I want privacy when I fuck you.” She smiles, climbs off his lap and takes his hand, practically dragging him to the supply closet.

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He should’ve just left, walked right by her and left her at the shitty Chinese restaurant. But something in him looked her dead in the eyes and suggested they go for a drive. She had gone willingly, it wasn’t like he kidnapped the heir to Lumon Industries, even if something in him is telling him that he’s done something wrong.

He probably has.

He focuses on the road, only risking a look at her once, she’s looking straight ahead, he can see how red her hair is under the glow of the street lights, he has to tear his gaze off of her before he gets them both in a car accident, maybe he should.

He parks on a cliff, he can see all of Keir below them but he only watches her. Now she turns to look at him, “Did you take me here to kill me?” She makes her eyes go wide and they look almost innocent.

“Should I have?”

“Probably.” He could put the car in drive and drive them both off the cliff towards the shining lights of Keir. He doesn’t and they just look at each other for what seems like hours.

Finally, his voice comes quiet but he sneers out. “I saw you.”

“Saw me?”

Then he backtracks, “I didn’t see you.” She rolls her eyes, “I saw her. They, they were together.”
She doesn’t seem phased. “They had sex, Helena.”

“I know.”

“You knew?”

“It wasn’t her, Mark.”

“That was you? You fucked him?”

“Yeah, yeah I fucked him.” She seems proud

“Did he know?”

“Not at the time.”

“You took that from him, from them? Their first time?”

“Maybe it wasn’t just his.”

“You never— He was your first time? My fucking Innie? Really?”

“At least he could get up.”

“And I can’t?”

She scoffs, “You’re like the poster child for whiskey dick.” THat isn’t true, now. He’s rock hard for the first time in he doesn’t even know how long.

“Fuck it.” She looks confused until he threads a hand through her hair and pulls her mouth into his. When their lips touch, Mark almost winces but he pulls her closer over the console. The kissing rough, teeth and lips in equal measure, she’s almost panting now.

“Back” He whispers. “Get in the back seat.” He pushes her face roughly and stops, waiting for her reaction. She actually fucking smiles, before she kicks off her coat and heels in the passenger seat and slide into the back. When it's his turn to follow her, he is less graceful, but he gets to her and now she’s pulling him to her mouth. He knows that they don’t have the time nor the space to fully undress and yet Mark still mourns the site of her naked body. Instead he settles for hiking her skirt up, only to be greeted by her pantyhose and he grumbles.

He looks up at her and she sighs, “Fucking rip them, Mark.” He does, hooking the thin material in his hands and relishes in the sound of the tearing. He sighs, remembering her underwear only to find that she’s not wearing any.

She looks at him with wide eyes as he spits in his hand. He rubs his own spit on her, exploring her folds slowly as she moans, she’s already wet and so ready for him. When he finally makes contact with her clit, she moans like she’s been shocked and he rubs another circle into it before he has to free his aching cock.

He looks up at her face one more time, she nods lightly, and he positions himself at her entrance and enters slowly, both of them groaning at the feeling. He tries to start slow at first, but he reaches up and slaps his face hard. He rewards her with a harsher thrust.

“Did he fuck you like this?”

“Fucking corny line. Even I know that!” His hand comes up to her neck and feels the veins and her delicate heartbeat against his rough, calloused hands.

He tightens his grip around her throat and she feels her tightening around him in response. “You like that? You like when I fucking choke you?” She barely musters a ‘harder’ and he does, her cheeks going as red as her hair. There’s gnawing insistent pain in his head but it quickly gets over powered by the feeling of her around him.

He pulls out of her, slowly and she whimpers at the loss.“Flip over, baby.” To call her “baby” should feel so wrong but he can’t deny that it fits her. She does, on her hands and knees at first, before Mark sees her rest her cheek against the leather of his car seat and Mark watches in amazement as she snakes a hand down to rub her clit. “There you go, baby. Rub your clit for me, that’s so good.” She sighs at his words.

He looks down at her body when she comes, with a final squeak she lets go, her entire body shaking against him. He’s surprised he lasted this long, and he follows soon after. He doesn’t think about safety when he fills her, pressing his face into the back of her neck and moaning. He waits until he can breathe again and is too overstimulated to continue to pull out, watches as his come drips out of her. Eventually he pulls away and she sits down again, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

“Are you okay?” She shrugs as they sit in the back seat of his car. He reaches into the bag on the side of his seat for the baby wipes he keeps for Devon’s baby, Eleanor. “Here.”She reaches out for it with her hands shaking, she places her hand on them but doesn’t grab them, she looks almost scared. He smiles, “Do you want me to do it?” She looks at him and then nods quickly, only once.

He makes sure to be the most gentle here, cleaning his come out of her, she sighs and winces sometimes but she lets him do it and help her back into the passenger seat.

“Do you want me to take you back?”

She shakes her head, “No.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere.” He starts the car.

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One morning, Helly gets to the severed floor and steps out, like normal. But today something is missing. Mark. Ever since their kiss outside of the elevator, he’s been there when she steps out of the elevator. Except for today, today, he’s not there for Helly to run into his arms and hug. It’s only the cold, sterile Lumon waiting room. Still she steps out, her body wants to reason, maybe he’s just late, or his outie had an appointment before work. So she just stands against the wall and hopes, prays even, that her Mark will come back. Then the elevator dings.

Mark steps out but immediately she knows that something's wrong. He’s not in his usual suit, instead he’s wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, when he sees her, he scowls,
“Helena?”

“Fuck no.”

“Good, good that’s what I was hoping for.” Helly’s heart drops, he’s here for her. She doesn’t mind it.

“You’re not my Mark.” He grumbles about something that she can’t make out. “Who are you?”

“I am Mark, real Mark.”

She shakes her head, “No you're not.” But something in her knows that he is Mark, just not the one she wants.

“I brought something for you down.”

“What? The big, experienced man brought little old me a gift?” SHe’s sarcastic but she’s not joking with him.

“I guess you don’t want to see it?”

“Show it to me, Mark Scout.” It’s red and made of soft silicone, he lets her flip it in her hands, examining it. “What is it?” He chuckles darkly.

“It’s a vibrator. It’s for you.”

“For me?” He smiles at her and flicks it on in her small hands. It roars to life and she jumps at the soft vibrations, he has to smile.

“Does it feel good?”

“Fuck off, Mark.”

“It will feel even better if you use it on your clit.” She gasps, she knows what it is in theory, the clitoris, and she knows she has one but she’s never felt it. He talks about it like he knows about hers.

“Hm.”

“Go ahead, try it.” Helly feels herself blush, she doesn’t know why, she barely knows how to use it. “Don’t tell me your Mark has never touched you, can he not find your clit?” He sneers.

“He can.” She defends her Mark, the one with the kind eyes, this man’s eyes aren’t. Her Mark has never tried but he knows that he could, that he would be nice about it at least. This man isn’t nice.

“Oh, you’ve never—”

“No.” She doesn’t know why she admits it to him. She shakes it from her head, the idea that she wants him to show her.

“All the more reason to try it.” He’s smiling now but she doesn’t feel any better. She doesn’t dare to look down at the bulge in his pants that he’s now trying to hide. “It’s what humans do.” Her breath hitches. She can’t deny it anymore, she wants something, if nothing than to calm the burning between her legs.

“You want me to use it, fine!” She can go to the break room or the perpetuity wing or something. She turns and heads for the door, slowly, like she’s expecting him to stop her. He does.

“Helly…” He warns and it hits her like a slap, he hasn’t even touched her, Helly isn’t sure if she wants him to. Still she faces him, back against the wall, she feels like a caged animal and he’s her captor. And she doesn’t want it to stop. “Stay here.”

“Are you going to watch me?”

“Well I’ve got to make sure you do it right don’t I?” He smiles now, not like her Mark, it’s darker, it still calms her the way the first man she knew does. Helly wonders if she’ll get him back. With the little toy still in her hand she reaches down shakily to unzip her skirt just a bit. “Sit down, Helly.” She slides down the white wall, “You can put your knee up.” She does, “And just start with your hand okay? Tease yourself.” She slides a hand into her underwear, it’s tight, burdened by layers of clothes and pantyhose but it’s enough for her to thread her fingers through the pubic hair she knows she has. She follows it down her labia, trying to gain the courage to touch where she’s hot and wet. When she does, she can feel herself clenching around nothing.“That’s it, find where it feels good.” Helly doesn’t know what he’s talking about until she does until she finds the little nub in the middle of her legs and a moan escapes her. “Good, huh?” She just nods, as he chuckles and his hands reach down for his own belt buckle. “Now try it with the vibe, do you remember how to turn it on?”

“Yes Mark.” She rolls her eyes but she can’t stand it much longer, she twists the bottom and it roars to life as she sees him pull his cock out of his pants and pump himself. She’s never seen anything like it before, and she can’t look away from him. When she puts the vibe on her clit again, she keeps her eyes on him. He has the same body as her Mark anyways. The same forearms that would flex as he strokes himself, the same jaw that would tense in concentration and the same hands would hold her and coax pleasure out of her body, she wants him but instead she keeps her eyes on the veritable stranger in front of her as she gets closer and closer to something. Something she’s never felt before. He’s grunting now and muttering her name under his breath like a mantra always Helly never Helena. She knows how sex is supposed to work, that he would insert himself into her, she knows that she’s small down there and but she doesn’t know how he’s supposed to fit into her. He’s jerking now and something in her knows that he’s close, she keeps her eyes on his cock.

When she sees him come it brings her over the edge. To hear her name on his mouth and spend himself on the floor, it makes her follow, vision going white and legs shaking as the vibe buzzes on insistently as it drops from her hand and skitters across the floor. She can’t breathe, the muscles between her legs still spasming. She turns to put her cheek on the cool wall and just tries to breathe, she doesn’t know what just happened, her mind is reeling from the sensory input.

She tries to look at Mark, to at least feel the warm presence of her Mark. But when she looks back where she remembers him being, he’s gone. All that’s left is her slumped down on the floor, the wet mark he left, and the faint sound of the elevator.

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Mark Scout put on a suit after work today. Today, he is going to meet the woman who might become his sub. He hasn’t done anything like this since Gemma and even then, they were both switches. Until he met Helena, at his stupid Lumon GANZ fundraiser. Now he sits in her dark dining room and waits for her. He has his contract in his hand and he can see hers all the way at the end of the dark mahogany table, in its own brown leather folder. When the door opens, his breath hitches, and it seems like he will never exhale again when he sees her. Her dress is a deep blue and her make up is dark, all of it making her red hair look like the brightest thing in the room. When she gets to her chair, she doesn’t sit, instead she smiles, not like how she does on TV, something real. “Hello, Mr. Scout.”

“Mark, please.”

She cocks her brow. “Mark?”

“For now.”

“You can call me Helly then.”

“Okay, Helly.” He opens the front page of his contract
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She jumps slightly. “Oh! Can I get you a drink?” She almost looks nervous.

“No, thank you, Helly.” She nods. “You can sit.” This is her own house. She does and he bites back the urge to praise her.

Surprisingly, their conversation flows easily, he learns that she likes praise and degradation in equal measure, he makes special note of that. The list of things she’s willing to try is longer than the ones she isn’t. She seems especially interested in being tied up with rope or silk, ready to be taken by him. The thought of Helena’s pale skin against red ropes might make his head spin, but he also knows that they both need to take it slow. He does want to hurt her, she seemed very interested in that, but he also needs it to be good for her.

A butler comes to drop off hors d'oeuvres and the conversation completely stops, but Helena keeps her hazel eyes on him. When the door finally closes, he smiles at her. “You’re okay with Yellow meaning slow down and if you say red, everything stops, okay?”

She takes another sip of her wine. “I won’t need those.” She tries to sound bigger than she is.

“Are you sure about that?” He can see her teeth clench.

“That’s up to you.” She finally smirks.

They slowly make their way down the list until they find something that he has highlighted.

“How do you feel about me leaving bruises and marks on you?”

She stutters, “I’m not opposed.”

She’s nervous. He doesn’t want her to be pushed into anything she doesn’t want to do,“But?”

“You can’t leave any marks on me above here.” She draws a line on her chest just above the swell of her breasts, “My work.” She tries to explain, he understands, the CEO of Lumon probably shouldn’t be going around with hickeys all over her neck. He just nods and she moves to the next paragraph until he interrupts. “I can leave whatever I want below that, yes?”

“Yes, Mark. Yes, Sir.” She exhales.

“And lastly, you said no to choking, right?” He can see her flinch and something in his heart breaks for her. There are tears that threaten to well in her eyes and he immediately regrets even bringing it up.

“Is that okay? We can if you want.” She looks small now and has almost curled in on herself.

“Of course, we don’t do anything you don’t want to do, do you understand that, Helly? I want— I need to make sure you understand that.” She nods and he raises his eyebrows. “You have to say it, out loud.”

“I understand, Mark. I understand, Sir.”

“God, you’re absolutely perfect.” She smiles and actually straightens at his praise.

He feels more comfortable now. “Anything, anything else you want to tell me?”

“What about—.” She exhales sharply. “What about dacryphilia?” He knows what that is, he’s done his research.

Her cheeks are already bright pink and she’s tense now. It just makes him want to play with her more. He leans forward like he didn’t hear her. “What’s that, Helena? Can you describe that for me, baby?” He almost whispers, he’s getting better at this.

She shifts in her seat and crosses her legs. “You would—” She stutters. “You would—” She’s going to be so good for him.

“Use your words, Helly.” Oh. He liked that. Her face goes red, almost as red as her hair, she liked it too.

She’s more comfortable now and she actually smiles. With one more sharp inhale, “I want you to fuck me until I cry, and then keep going.”

Now it’s his turn to inhale sharply, the idea of Helly writhing under him, so turned on and fucked out that tears stream down her face, how he’d keep going until he knows he has her forever. She’d be so wet and fucking beautiful as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of her, he can’t fucking wait.

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Monday 8:34 am

You: Did you take it?

Helena Eagan: Take what?

You: What do you think?

Helena Eagan: The Chocolate bar that’s supposed to make me distractingly horny?

You:Bingo.
You: Did you?

Helena Eagan: Yes.

You: And?

Helena Eagan: You’ll see.

You: I won’t, they still stagger our entrances, remember?

Helena Eagan: Of course.

You: That’s probably for the best, I don’t think I could control myself if I saw you.

Helena Eagan: So it’s kicking in, I see?

You: Fuck, yes.

Helena Eagan: Go to work, Mark.

Today, Mark S. doesn’t know why, but he waits for Helly to get out of the elevator. None of his head refiner tasks get done, but he doesn’t care, he needs her. His outie sent him down hard and he hates him more than than he ever has. When the elevator dings and she finally steps out, her cheeks are flushed and she looks shaky. She’s in his arms in a moment. “Hi! Helly!”

“I don’ t feel well Mark.”

“Are you sick?”

She shakes her head. “I feel weird, Mark.”

“I know me too.” She brushes by his cock accidently and he groans. “What did they do to us?”

“I don’t know, Mark but I need you, fuck.”

“Storage closet, quickly, before everyone else shows up.”

“Thank God or Keir or whatever.” He keeps his arms on her until he unlocks the storage closet and they both go barrelling in. He can’t stop, even in the low light she’s gorgeous, red hair around her like a halo.

“Hi.” She smiles, hands on his lapel, not letting go.

“Hi.”

“What did they do to us?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know much of anything?” He concedes.

“I want you. So badly.” She’s already pulling her blouse out of her skirt and playing with the buttons. He reaches over to help her with each one of the slippery little buttons. “Fucking rip it, Mark.”

They don’t have time for this, not at all, he’s already behind his schedule as head refiner but he also knows that he wants it to be good for Helly and it won’t be if she has to continue the rest of her day with her shirt ripped, much less what her outie would do when she saw it. He gets just enough buttons undone so he can push her shirt aside to reveal the nude bra that her outie put her in, he wastes no time pulling the cups down to expose her rosy tits. “Fuck, Helly.” He takes one in her mouth.

But she has already reached behind and pulled her skirt up to her stomach and is now trying desperately to pull her own pantyhose down.

She kisses him once and then draws out a “Mark! Help me.” He smiles and kisses her cheek. He kneels down and drags them down her thighs; he takes her underwear with him and comes back up to kiss her.

“Touch me, Mark please.” She’s so close to him now head pressed into his neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there. He’s going to go back to MDR with a hickey and he couldn’t give a shit. When he makes contact with her clit, she moans loudly, luckily it's muffled by the fact that her face is pressed into his neck. “Fuck Mark that so good.” He exhales and does it again, she coaxes again, “Harder.” He has to follow her orders, keeping his thumb on her clit and teasing her entrance with one and then two fingers, as she savours the stretch, when he enters her with his two fingers he quickly finds the spongy spot that makes her cry out. “Mark, that’s so good.” She coos. “I feel like I’m close.” She punctuates it with a kiss to his neck.

“I’ve got you.” He mutters, and she cries and bucks into him, as he can feel her wetness soak his arm. He slows down but doesn’t stop until she is physically pushing him away. “Was that okay?”

“That— I didn’t know I could do that?”

“Neither did I. We still have some time before we really have to get to work.”

She smiles, “So what do you want to do?”

“Make coffee?”

She shakes her head, wrong answer. Her hand drifts down to his bulge, undoing his belt as his zipper with her small slender hands. “I’ve got a better idea.” She kisses him roughly, spanning her body over him. He can feel the wet spot of her cunt. He picks her leg up and opens her for him, notching himself at her entrance, this time she bucks forward and takes the first couple inches of him. He pushes the rest in her as she shakes.

“Tell me when to move, okay?”

She inhales and exhales before she says, “Move!” Mark pulls out and thrusts back as she moans out again. “Again.” He does as he finds a rhythm that works and fucks her until he hears her moaning stop and her whimpering start again.

“Mark, it hurts.” She moans out and he stops in his tracks.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” She almost screams, “It hurts how much I need, you please don’t stop.” She’s begging now.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got you, don’t worry.” he resumes fucking her and she sighs in relief.

“I’m so close, again.”

“I know, me too, I’ll get you there, I promise.”

“I know you will, Mark” his free hand presses on her clit again, lighter this time but she still moans out into his neck as her orgasm takes her. She’s so tight around him and he follows too. He fills her and pulls out to watch it drip out as Helly pants.

Mark kisses her once more on the forehead, “I needed that.” She smiles as he puts her knee down and helps her to lean against the door.

“There’s napkins here somewhere. I’ll find them.” He pulls open drawers and looks through shelves until he finds him. She has slid down the door and is sitting and looking up at him.

He sits beside her and she puts her head onto his shoulder, as she takes the napkin from him and begins to clean herself and he does too.

“Hey Helly?”

“Yeah?”

“If it makes anything better, I’m glad you stayed.”

“Oh, Mark. I’m glad—”

“You aren’t happy to be here.”

“No, but I am happy you’re here with me.” She smiles up at him and he kisses her forehead again.

When they hear Irv’s voice talking to someone, probably Dylan, both of them are forced to dress quickly and stumble out of the room. If the other two notice, they don’t say anything.

Dylan and Irv arrive a short time after, and the four of them work like a well oiled machine.

They don’t even make it until lunch before Helly has started throwing paper clips at him over the barrier.

Monday 5:34pm

You: Are you okay?

Helena Eagan: Sore, what the fuck did they do? You?

You: Same.

Helena Eagan: I guess it was a success then?

You: Yes, but…

Helena Eagan: But?

You: Next time, I think we should keep some for us.

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“I’m ready, Mark.” Helly has found herself bent over the break room desk with her skirt pulled up around her waist and her pantyhose kicked off somewhere in the darkness, behind her she can feel Mark. He has shed his jacket and his tie and has rolled his sleeves up, in his hands he holds a Lumon branded ruler, Helly can’t deny that he looks so fucking sexy like this, she is practically soaking through the skimpy black underwear that Mark insisted she keep on. She shudders when she feels him close, even if he’s warm.

“Are you going to count for me?” She nods as she can hear him flick the ruler up and she clenches around nothing in anticipation. She asked for this, even if she’s still nervous, but she also knows that Mark’s got her and he’s going to push her, but he won’t give her more that she can handle. She tries to stay quiet but when the first strike hits her left ass cheek, she cries out.

“One! Oh, Mark, that's so good, harder please.” He chuckles darkly and soothes her skin.

Then she hears the ruler again, this time it’s on the right, hard. Helly’s vision goes white as she remembers, “Two!”

He barely gives her time to recover again before he strikes her again, this time in the middle of her asscheeks, it's a new feeling, one that she likes. She knows Mark won’t and she’s not ready for it anyways, but she wonders what it would be like for him to smack her cunt, if he would hold her down and hurt her like that. “Three.”

Before he does it again, he pulls the hem of her underwear up, sharply, so they rub against her swollen clit and cut through her ass, he doesn’t even give her time to moan before he brings the ruler down again. “Four!”

She barely registers the word, only his lips against her neck brings her back, “You’re doing so well, Helly. So fucking sexy. One more, okay? Can you take one more?” She nods and he kisses her one more time, before he swings up again.
“Five!” He cracks it again against her and she shakes, it’s over, she did it, a part of her is proud. Mark exhales.

“Wow, baby, you took that so well, are you ready for your reward?” She nods quickly, she’s so ready for some relief, all her nerves burn for him to touch her. He eases her underwear over her red ass carefully to avoid the spots where she’s the reddest. The pain is over now, now it’s time for pleasure.
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“You have a tie. It’s ugly but…can you tie it around my wrists?” Helly’s not wearing a top now, and her bra has long been discarded, Mark is still fully clothed, his arms around her hips in the low light of the supply closet

“You want me to?” He’s already loosening his tie around his neck, today it’s an almost offending firetruck red opposite from Lumon’s dress code. She rubs the skin of her wrists. The tie feels vaguely familiar, soft, but it smells like Mark and that’s enough for her to feel safe. He only vaguely glances at her but she finds herself presenting them for him. The material is looped around her and for a second, Helly thinks about escaping but she pushes the thought out of her mind. “Is that too tight?”

“No, tighter.” He tightens it a bit, just enough that they are flush against her wrist in front of her.

“Squeeze my hand.”

“It’s fine, Mark.

“Squeeze my hand, Helly, or I’m going to take them off.” She squeezes his hand tightly and he brings her hands up to his mouth and kisses them lightly. She giggles.

“I can definitely feel that!” He kisses her again on the lips this time.

He smiles. “What else do you want, baby?”

“I’ll suck your cock.” She muses, reveling in how his breath hitches and blood rushes to his cheeks.

“You don’t have to? This is supposed to be about you.”

“I know and I really want your cock in my mouth.” He swears under his breath as his hands start undoing his belt almost on their own. She goes to kneel and almost falls if not for Mark’s hands on her waist holding her up.

“Careful, Helly!” He scolds lightly, but he still helps her to her knees. She looks up to him with shining, wide eyes, Mark smiles and for whatever reason that makes her smile too. “I’m going to tell you how this is gonna work. Okay, Helly?” She nods and he threads a hand through her hair. “You can’t use your hands so I’m going to need you to be extra good at telling me when it’s too much. Can you do that?” She nods again. “If you need a break or if you want me to stop you can just tug on my pants and it all stops okay?”

“You don’t have to be careful with me, you can go hard.” She smiles.

He chuckles darkly, “Oh, I know, you can take it. I just want to make sure you remember the rules when I’m fucking your face.” She exhales breathlessly, relishing the burn in her wrists and looks up at his smiling face as he frees his achingly hard cock.
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“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s gonna hurt.” This time, Helly is completely naked, they both are, she doesn’t know what possessed them this time, just that they both needed to see each other. He had been eating her out when she had accidentally knocked down a bin of binder clips, and she had an idea to put them on her nipples. She likes when he pinches and bites them when they are fucking, and she’s ready for the next level of hurt. Now she’s on top, his back against a storage cabinet, she’s on top. He lets her sink down to take him but won’t let her move, she just savours the insistent stretch of his cock inside her.

“I want it to hurt.” She rolls her hips on him.

His hands fly to keep her there, not letting her move but rewarding her with a sharp circle around her twitching clit, through her red pubic hair. “Fuck.”

“You can put them on.” She nods at him but he’s too focused on warming the metal clips in his hands.

“Yeah, yeah. Deep breath.” She inhales and closes her eyes.

“Oh,fuck!” He pinches her nipple with his fingers and she jumps. He immediately salves it with his lips.

He releases her nipple with a pop. “I’ve got you.”

“I know. I trust you.” She leans forwards and kisses him.

“Do you want me to put on one? Or both?”

She inhales, “I’m ready, both, please.”

“Okay, baby. Deep breath in.” She watches this time as he readies the two clips and brings them up to her nipples. She inhales, but when the metal touches her, her breath hitches. And when they tighten around her, sparks are sent straight down to her clit and she moans out, both feeling the pain and trying to run from it with limited success, she’s not supposed to move, Mark inside her is just to ground her. The pain is amplified when he lets the clips go and they hang her. Something in her expects him to punish her, but instead he leans in and whispers, “How does it feel, Helly? Are you still with me?”

She nods, as he plays with the clips. “I need to move, Mark, it’s so much.”

“Go ahead, baby.” She does, grinding her clit into him, every nerve in her body on fire. She needs this, she’s not going to last long at all, she’s already close, before she knows it, Mark is playing with the clips and she’s coming apart on him, surprisingly quickly, but he follows soon after and she is panting into his chest. She loves being so close to him, she knows he has her, she trusts him more than she ever has anyone in her life.

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When Mark walks into his basement, he’s more nervous than he’s ever been. He has a guest, well not a guest, really more like an invader. It’s not Reghabi this time, it’s all together worse, Helena. He grips the plate in his hands like he wants to shatter it. She stands when she sees him come down, like a conditioned soldier. “I- um- brought you something.”

She looks at the bologna sandwich with disdain. “I can’t eat this, I’m not eating this, Mark.”

“What? Why?” He puts it down on the shelf.

“I’m vegetarian and gluten free.”

“You’re what?”

“You know, no bread, no animal products?”

“So what do you eat? Grass?”

She thinks for a second.“Lots of things, you should probably know this as my captor.”

“I’m not your—”

“Yeah I’m just in your basement and I can’t leave.”

“Fuck you, Helena.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

His mouth is on her in a minute, rough and insistent, he needs to be near her, to feel every part of her, he could just stay kissing her for hours but she’s the one to grab his hand and push them onto her chest.

The tee-shirt she wears is soft and feels expensive. When he reaches up to palm her breast, he can feel that she’s not wearing a bra, her nipple pebbling under his grip and the cool air of his dingy basement. He rips the t-shirt and his follows soon after, skin to skin, as he plays with the clasp of her small navy blue bra, when he gets it undone, she wastes no time throwing it off and pressing herself into him. He takes the opportunity to push them both down onto the bed, and shimmy them up to the head board. Her pants are thick but she removes them for him and reaches for his belt buckle. He helps her undo it and pull his pants off as well. He’s the one to remove her panties, the same colour as her bra and soaked through.

He finally breaks the kiss when he inserts his middle finger into where she is hot and wet. “Do you know what you do to me?” He scissors another finger inside of her, stretching her out while his other hand continues his assault on her clit. “I tried to have a life, I tried to move on.” He presses kisses to her collarbone, sucking the skin into his mouth, she might have a bruise there tomorrow but he doesn’t care, she doesn’t go anywhere anyways, just haunts his basement like a ghost. “But I fucking couldn’t.” She brings him back up to her mouth, so he can press lazy kisses to her lips, she takes his bottom lip into her mouth and she bites down, hard, enough to draw blood. He rewards her with a series of sharp smacks to her clit until she jumps and releases his lips. She’s tighter now, her body wound up and tense. She’s close, now, he can tell. She lets out a series of tight moans and whimpers as he doesn’t let up on her clit, she’s so beautiful, pupils blown out and red hair around her like a halo. She’s glorious. “And then they just delivered you right to me and expected that you wouldn’t torture me every day.” Now he probably sounds like a kidnapper, but she doesn’t seem to mind, she’s teetering on the edge and he has a duty to get her there. She finally reaches her peak around him with a groan and her hands scratching at his wrists as her hips come off the bed with the force of it. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me, Helena, you are so fucking good” She whimpers at that.

“God, Mark, please. Fuck me.”

“Are you ready?”

“So ready.” He spreads a bit more of her around, making sure to avoid her clit, she’s more than ready for him.

“Turn over.” She does, laying on her stomach and letting him position her the way he wants, knees under her stomach and back arched, she’s presented to him, practically dripping and Mark nearly comes apart just looking at her, he frees himself from his boxers and comes down heavy on her ass making her jump and her hole to clench. Fuck. He needs to be inside of her, now. When he fists himself in his own hand before he notches the tip into her and sparks fly behind his eyes, he has to make her take all of him. He pushes in another inch and she buries her head into the pillow, as he takes even more of her. “Fuck, you look so good, streching for me, I’ve got to fuck you. Can you take it?” She nods fractically into the pillow, pushing back onto him, taking more of him by herself. “Good girl.” He palms the globes of her ass as he thrusts all the way in, balls hitting her clit, their voices are melodic together. As he thrusts, her hands fist the sheets so hard it might rip and she almost howls. Every thrust into her, makes his brain almost backfire, she’s so tight and he’s waited so long for something that even comes close to this. Now he has her wrapped around him, stretching around him to take him so beautifully. He doesn’t know if he loves her, but every cell in his body fucking loves her. He slaps her ass and the sound rings out across his house and his mind. He needs her, he needs to come, yes, but more importantly he needs to see her come around him, to see her reach her peak again, and again until she can’t anymore.

“Mark!” She drawls out. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come, Mark.” She’s shaking now as he slaps her ass one more time.

“Come, Helena.” She does, falling forward onto herself, he slips out of her but it’s alright, he only has to pump himself once before he’s spilling himself on her cunt, white in her red curls.

She puts her cheek into the pillow and sighs, “Mark, honey that was great.”

“I’m not done.” He flips her over again, manhandling her small frame. He doesn’t know what possesses him when he’s with her but she is amazing and it infects his brain.

“What?” He pushes her hips down into the bed and uses his two fingers to spread their wetness around her, exploring around her red, twitching clit. “Mm, fuck, just like that Mark please.” She digs her nails into the back of his neck, almost painfully, but he doesn’t dare tell her to stop. He fucks his own come back into her, pressing it against her cervix, his thumb plays with her clit, she’s more sensitive now, he deosn’t need as much pressure to make her cry out against him.

“Fuck, you like that, huh? You are so fucking hot.” He leans down and presses his mouth to her tit before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

“I do, don’t stop!”

He pops off of her and smiles, “Are you going to come for me again?”

She makes a “Uh huh” sound as he sucks her neck, and increases the pressure on her clit and inside of her.

There’s a slight tremor in her legs now and he can see the muscles in her jaw clench. ”I’ll get you there, don’t worry, Helena.” She makes a little whimper and he presses kisses into her neck and collarbone. “Let go, baby.” He curls his two fingers inside her and it sends her over the edge, her body seemingly floating off of the bed.

She sighs and smiles before she looks down at him again, she’s surprised, he’s achingly hard again and when she traces the hard line of him and feels him buck into her thigh. “How are you still hard?” He’s too old for this, to even be able to come once.

“It’s you, look at what you do to me. You drive me fucking crazy, Hel.” Her breath hitches.

“I want you to fuck me again, Mark. I’ve waited so long for this. I need you now.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He reaches back and pushes her knees towards her chest, looking at her, his mouth goes dry again, she’s so ruined for him, sweat glistening on both their foreheads, so fucking perfect.

“Fuck me, Mark, fuck me.” He notches himself in her and this time, he wastes no time pushing all the way into her, hitting her cervix on the first thrust and she drags her nails down his arms. He knows that both of them are so overstimulated but he can’t stop. He won’t last long and he knows that she won’t either, her legs on either side of him frames her perfectly and this time he chooses to pluck and twist her nipples just to feel her tighten around him. He fucks her slowly this time, both of this breathing heavily as the feel eachother. Her orgasm sneaks up on them both and she lets out a wave of fluid that hits his lower stomach and heralds in his own orgasm, pressed inside of her and almost screaming. He fucks her shallowly before he’s forced to pull out.

Mark lets her legs go and puts his head onto her stomach and she sighs. “I’ve got you, I'll clean you up.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Let me taste you, Helena, please.” She squirms when he grabs her thighs and spreads them again, trailing up her inner thighs with his mouth until he gets to where she’s swollen and leaking both their come. She doesn’t pull away, instead she threads her hands through his hair and pulls him towards her core. “One more, please, baby, I know you can.” She sighs and bucks her hips towards his mouth. He takes her clit into his mouth and sucks hard, her legs coming off the bed and around his neck, almost choking him, but he doesn’t mind as she uses his face for her own pleasure. When she comes apart for the final time, it’s strong and she soaks his face, he keeps going until she has to push his face away. He smiles when she pulls him up to her face and drags a thumb across his lips, gathering both their fluids. He laughs before kissing her again, her body so close to his, warm and tired.
He feels how wet the bedsheets are beneath them with both their fluid. He sits up and helps her as well.

“You’re not sleeping here.” Her face drops and she moves to cover her naked body with her hands, he regrets his word choice when he sees her face, utterly destroyed and so vulnerable, new tears threatening to spring from her tired eyes. “No! No. I meant the bed’s wet, you should probably just sleep in mine.”

“You’re letting me upstairs?” She bites back, smiling but her eyes are still red and glassy. “What a benevolent kidnapper."

“I try, I try.” He’s unsure if he’s allowed to touch her as he drapes his abandoned flannel over her, she collapses into his arms, head onto his shoulder. When he firmly grasps her lower back, she gasps as he helps her stand up and he regrets the cool floor against her feet. “Come on.”

“I’d ask you to carry me, but you’ll probably break your back.”

“Aren’t you nice? Careful, some people might think you like me.”

“Mark, I’m in your house, naked with your—”

“Point taken.”

They climb the stairs hand in hand, her body so close to his, standing in front of his– now their– bedroom.

He turns to her and smiles. “Do you want a shower, baby?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll get you some towels.”

“And maybe some clothes?” She’s only clad in his flannel shirt.

He leaves her in the bathroom and makes a beeline for his room. “I’ll be right there.” He picks some towels for her but pauses when he needs to find her clothes, did she mean her clothes or his? He reaches for an old maroon GANZ tee and some old shorts, he hopes it is enough for her. She smiles when she sees him again and she takes the clothes without saying anything, she’s softer now. He leaves in his bathroom with a kiss on the forehead.

When he hears her start his shower, he makes a beeline for the kitchen, taking a plate out, and throwing open his cabinets. Vegetarian and gluten free, he remembers even if it feels like a billion years ago. He doesn’t have much, he’s been living off bologna sandwiches since Gemma died, though living feels like a stretch anyways. He manages to find the food Devon gave him the one time he babysat Eleanor, little rice cakes and puffs , little did she know Helena was right downstairs. He cuts her up an apple and puts some peanut butter on the plate, he hopes it’s enough.

He reaches for the almonds, she’s allergic to almonds, he remembers that though he doesn’t know why. He settles on raisins, he doesn’t like raisins but she might. And he’s mostly out of ideas anyways. He makes a mental note to tag along the next time Devon goes to the health food store for Eleanor. He saw his little sister eat dirt as a child but now her daughter can’t eat anything with any ingredients she can’t pronounce, he never got that, well not until Helena.

He pours her some juice, when he hears the shower stop and he runs to the bedroom, throwing the covers loose and getting under them, waiting for her. When she steps out, she’s still drying her hair and she looks surprised when she sees him waiting for her like she expected him to abandon her in his own house. He has to laugh at that, he won’t leave her. “Hi, Hel.”She musters a tiny wave and walks towards the bed almost nervously, he thinks she’s the most beautiful she’s ever been wearing his clothes, hair wet, looking exhausted.

“Come here. I’ve got something for you.” She joins him under the covers and watches as he reaches for something on his bedside table. “You didn’t eat.”

She laughs, “We got distracted.”

“I felt bad.”

“Don’t. I wasn’t really hungry anyways.”

He gives her the plate and she looks at it, confused. “You said you were vegetarian and gluten free, I’m pretty sure they are, sorry most of it is baby snacks, they aren’t bad though. I’ll go get more food for you tomorrow."

There looks to be tears welling in her eyes but she quickly swipes them away. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to, I did. Tomorrow, tell me what you want to eat and I’ll get it for you.” She exhales and takes the plate.

She eats most of the apples and peanut butter and drinks the juice, he eats the rice crackers off the plate and she slaps his hands away. “I’m done anyways, Mark. I’m going to sleep now.” He nods and takes the plate and the glass away from her and puts it on the night stand. She hovers over him waiting for him to lay back down, when he does she lays her head onto his chest and sighs.

“Comfortable?” He kisses her hair and she sighs.

She throws an arm and a leg over him, she’s almost laying on him now, and he loves it, he didn’t know how much he needed her until she came to him and now he feels fulfilled. “I’m comfortable now, thank you Mark.”

“Any time, you’re welcome here anytime.”

“Good. Because I don’t plan on leaving.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” He holds her tighter. “You can sleep now.”

“It’s safe? It’s safe.” She kisses his chest.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.” She yawns.

“Good night, Mark, thank you.”

“Of course.” And they both slip off to sleep together and life feels almost hopeful.

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The minute Mark steps out of the elevator, he sees Helly standing there and he immediately knows something is wrong. She smiles and reaches out for him, only for him to roughly grab her arm and pull her into the conference room. “You’re not her.” Something about the way she carries herself is just wrong.

“Yes, I am.” She says incredulously.

Something in him tells him that he could have fun with this. “Then you should remember this at least.”

“Remember what?” She looks so innocent, he almost believes it for a second.

“Lumon mandates that at-risk employees must submit.”

“Submit? To what?”

“Your inspection. I know you’re not dumb, Helena.” The bluntness of his words takes her off guard.

“Helly.”

“Sure.” He rolls his eyes. “Now, the sooner we get through this, the sooner us refiners can get back to doing what we do best!”

“Get it over with.” He steps back from her.

“You start. Please remove your shoes and any jewelry on your person.”

She steps out of her heels and feels small compared to him. “She didn’t send me down with anything.”

“Alright. Would the subject please open her mouth for inspection?” Her jaw drops open without it even registering. He smiles at her holding her face in his hands and tilts her chin up to look underneath. “God, good.” He breathes. Next he brushes her lip with his thumb, coaxing them open enough that he can brush the inside of her cheeks and tongue. Lastly, he pushes his thumb past her tongue enough to hit the back of her throat and she gags and chokes for a second until he removes it.

“Great! We can move on down to the next part of the exam. Please remove your blouse.” She unbuttons it slowly, taking her time to watch him squirm and watch the bulge in his pants grow. Eventually, she pulls her blouse off, Helena put on a white bra today and didn’t bother with a camisole. He can see his eyes bulge out of his head when he sees her bra.

He traces along both of her arms, she’s surprised how rough his hands are. He stops his tracks just before he reaches the strap of her bra. He examines just below her collarbone, tapping patterns there. “Please remove your bra, Helly.” She’s compliant now, tearing the poor metal clasp of her bra and throwing it away, this time Mark only inhales.

“I’m supposed to wear gloves but you like it when I don’t, you say my hands are warm.” His thumbs ghost over her nipples and she squeezes her legs together searching for friction.

“I do, I do like that.”

“I’ll have to ask you to refrain from squirming during the exam.”

“You like when I squirm.”

“I do?”

“You do,”

“I do.”

He pinches her nipple in between his thumb and his pointer finger, she has to bite back a moan as he jerks it up roughly, so he can trace his fingertips under the soft skin under, he repeats it on the other side. She’s so on edge that it feels like one circle around her clit will send her barrelling into climax. “Under the breast is clear from any messaging. As are the nipples.” He says like there is someone on the other side taking notes, which Helena knows for a fact there isn’t. “Thank you Helena. We can move on to the next step.”

“Helly.”

“Please take off your skirt. You’ve always said how much you hate the skirts she dresses you in.”

“Bitch.” She murmurs and his face darkens, Helly’s the one he cares about. She’s giving him Helly R’s body, but she could never have her mind.

“You don’t fucking talk about her like that.” He wants to play the game even more, “I mean, yourself.”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Take off your skirt, Helly.” He says her name with the malice only reserved for Helena. She pulls the zipper off her green skirt as the way down and lets it fall, stepping out of it and bending down to pick it up, taking extra care to present her ass to him for a second. She folds it and places it on the shelf. “Pantyhose too.” She follows his instructions, rolling them down her legs, the more naked she gets the more nervous she becomes, to have Mark no matter what Mark sees her. The last time, it was dark, Mark saw all of her but never all at once, never under the cold corporate lights of Lumon. Apparently, Lumon got rid of all the CCTV cameras after the OTC but Helena was never sure. This time she throws the pantyhose away and hooks her thumbs into her underwear. “Woah, patience, Hel. Take your hands off your underwear.” She does, clenching them by her side, the black of her underwear does well at hiding the wetness that is seeping through the thin material, but Mark is getting closer to her as he drags his hands up her leg, stopping just before he hits her hip and he follows her other leg down, until he is satisfied that she’s clean. And he sighs, it’s finally time for the fun part.

“Alright, Hel, you can remove your undergarments and bend over, you can lay your upper body over the table if you want.” It’s like her underwear falls off her body and her cheek hits the hard wood of the table, it doesn’t hurt, far from it, her nerves are on fire with pleasure. He coaxes her legs apart with two taps to the inside of her thighs. She’s so ready, she’s practically dripping as his hands examine the globes of her ass, moving them up and down looking for any messaging, or maybe he just wants to play with her ass. Then she can feel him bend down in front of her, so close he could reach out and taste her. Both of his thumbs skate across her ass and towards her cunt, first he drags his fingers around the outside of her lips pushing and prodigy at them, and she clenches around nothing. When he dips inside she drops her head against her forearm and she has to bite the skin there hard enough to bleed. “You appear to have no messaging on your labia, that’s good.” He rewards with a fleeting press against her clit. “I’m going to check inside now, ordinarily, I would use a lubricant but, in this case I don’t believe you need it.” She feels one of his fingers at her entrance that barely breaches her before another one is added, both of his fingers plunge into her and she bucks forward into the table. For once he grumbles and hits her ass with his free hand that then comes up to keep her stabilized and still. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Fuck, Mark. I’m trying.”

“I can make this a lot worse for you.” He spreads the two fingers inside of her and she groans at the sudden stretch, she doesn’t realize her orgasm is fast approaching until he removes his fingers and she’s left moaning without release. Chills roll down her spine when he stands and snakes a hand around her face, “Spit.”

“What?”

“Don’t fuck with me now, Hel. You only have one more hole and then you get your reward.”

God she needs a reward, some relief at the very least. Her spit falls from her mouth into his hand and he makes a vague moan. She still jumps when she feels her own spit being rubbed into her asshole, it isn’t like her vagina but his finger tips on her ass still sends shockwaves to her clit. He breeches the tight rim of her asshole with just one finger at first, and she arches her back as a second breaches as well and angles themselves against the wall of her cunt. She’s shaking now and clenching. She's so close, her clit is practically pulsing with need, she can’t come, she’s so close to getting her reward, she’s almost there. “God, you’re so fucking good. You could probably take another finger couldn’t you? Three fingers in your asshole?”

“Mark, no.” She begs and he removes his fingers all together and she’s struck with a feeling of emptiness that goes beyond sexual.

“How do you want your reward?” His tone is so dismissive it unnerves her, “My hands or my mouth?”

“I want your cock.” She demands.

“I’m not permitted to do that.”

“You did say that this wasn’t ordinary.” To that he helps her leg up onto the table, forcing her hips down flush against her clit and she can hear his belt unbuckle. Time seems to stop while she’s waiting for him to enter her. When he does, and she feels herself stretch against him, her body gives a sigh of relief. She’s been so good for so long. When he thrusts into her, her clit drags against the table and he takes a fist full of her hair and pulls it back roughly. “Fuck me, Mark, fuck me not her me.” When she mentions Helly it seems to reinvigorate him and his next thrust is harsh and he doesn’t give her a chance to breathe before he fucks her in rapid succession, tearing the air from her lungs.

“Do you like this Helly? Helena? Is this what you wanted?” She nods and clenches around him, her orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Yeah, yeah, can I come now, Mark? Please, I need it!” He drives into her again.

“Come for me.”

“Mark!” Her cry is strangled as she tenses and comes, soaking the whole table and he follows quickly behind her, coming hard against her cervix, Helena hopes it takes.

She’s not sure if she wants Mark to comfort her after, so he makes the decision when he pulls out of her and simply mutters. “Back to refining now, Helly.”

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Mark moved in soon after her father died. They had kept their relationship secret towards the end of his life. She ran Lumon the way she was always supposed to. She pretended to be the good daughter he always expected her to be and Mark was with her every step of the way. She was sad when her father finally passed, but she was also relieved, he was her father but he was also the monster that haunted her entire childhood. To be free wasn’t something she could wrap her mind around for a long time, so she called Mark and he was there in 15 minutes. Mark hasn’t left since. They really only use 3 rooms, the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. Helena can’t even bring herself to go in some of the rooms sometimes, but having Mark there helps so much. He holds her hand as they walk through her house and explore every nook and cranny. She opens windows and lets the fresh air into the house where she didn’t breathe for the first 30 years of her life.

Today the walk to her indoor pool that Mark still can’t believe she has. Since she was 7, Helena swam her laps every morning without fail, her father made her do it as a punishment, something about balancing her tempers, but Helena learned to love it, it was the only time of the day, she was truly alone, where her thoughts were hers. It’s still dark in the pool room, even after they open all the windows but Helena doesn’t care and she stands with Mark at the edge of the pool. She peers over the edge and looks at their reflections in the water, rippling, distorted, beautiful. Mark turns to her and smiles. “You own this pool now.”

She has to return his crooked, toothy smile, “And I say I want to jump in, right now.”

“Then do it.”

“And I want to do it naked.”

“I’ll never say no to seeing you naked.”

“You’re coming too.”
“Am I now?”
“Yes.” She pulls her top off and tosses it aside, her bra follows and that seems to convince him and he follows suit. When they are both naked, Helena slips into the pool, purposefully not disrupting the water. Mark takes a running start and cannonballs into the pool, splashing water all around, on the deck and onto her. That might be the first time anyone has ever cannonballed into this pool. The cool water to her face comes as a shock but when she wipes her face and opens her eyes, she finds herself laughing with Mark who is looking at her like she just fell from the sky.

Mark goes to stand at the small shallow end while Helena positions herself in her lane, she is far from accurately equipped and she’s out of practice but she still pushes off of the wall and glides through the water. She finishes her first lap and Mark fucking claps, the praise makes her stomach tense. She can only manage 10 laps before her leg cramps and her muscles ache, she forces her body to keep going for another half length of the pool until she realizes something, no one's forcing her to do this anymore, no one's going to be disappointed if she stops, there’s just the man she loves smiling at her from across the pool. Before she knows it, she’s swimming over to him.

She comes over and wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the tip of his nose. “I’m tired of swimming.”

“Do you want to get out?”

“Mm no just keep holding me, you can swim enough for the both of us, it’s your turn.” He smiles and walks around, he spins her as she lets her legs go limp and feel the cool water around them both. Eventually, she makes him stop and kiss her.

“I love you.” She hooks her legs around his hips. The water makes her feel weightless as he spins them both around.

He kisses her once, “I love you too Helena.” Their mouths meet again.

“I love you, honey.” She purposefully grinds down on where his dick rests against her ass. He’s already hard.

He kisses her neck and she rolls her head back to give him more access, “Is this an ‘I love you, now fuck me’ swim?”

She laughs and brings one of her hands up to weave through his hair and down the new beard that he’s grown, Helena can’t deny that it drives her wild to see him all disheveled like that, like he’s a hero in an action movie. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Maybe, is anyone going to walk in?”

She laughs at him, but leans forward to kiss the side of his jaw and whisper in his ear. “It’s just us, Mark.” She kisses him again and again until he finally breaks the kiss to let her breathe only to latch his lips around a bit of the soft skin of her neck. She reaches back to stroke him and pump him, he bucks into her hand, and she fucking giggles. Mark makes her giggle.

“Are you wet?”

She smiles. “Yeah, we’re in a pool.” He rolls his eyes as she laughs at her own joke.
“I’m ready. Mark, you can fuck me.” He brushes her wet hair out of her face and kisses her lips one again, as he reaches down and brushes his tip against her, so she can grind down and take half of him in one shot, both of them groaning out together and smiling so wide at each other. It’s easy for him to thrust up into her and stretch her out so familiarly. It takes him a bit to find a pace, it’s slower than they usually fuck but when they do she’s practically blissed out.

She doesn’t even need to come, she just wants to be near him, so close that their breathing syncs and she feels weightless in his arms as he holds her so close. Helena starts to feel the familiar tightening in her abdomen and she’s almost there . She squeaks slightly and buries her face into the crook of his neck. “Are you close, Hel?” She nods, “Okay, okay, I’ve got you.” And that sends her over the edge and she’s coming apart in his arms and she can tell by his breathing that he’s close too, he finally spends himself inside of her, the water washing all of him out of her, unfortunately. She’s been on birth control since she was 14.

His voice pulls her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay,Helena?”

“Yeah, yeah, that was really good.”

He kisses her cheek. “You ready to get out? My fingers are pruning, Helena.”

“Sure.” He finally sets her down and makes his way to the towel rack, grabbing one and coming back towards her.

“Do you need help?”

She rolls her eyes, “I can climb a ladder by myself, Mark.”

“Come here, baby.” And she’s in his arms in a second wrapped in a towel, still dripping wet.

He lays them both on some deck chair that some interior designer probably put in here. She’s the only one who ever swam in this pool and even when her father chose to watch her, he was more likely to stand on the edge of the pool and stare down at her like some kind of God. But he’s dead now, so Helena can lay in Mark’s arms wrapped in a fluffy towel and feel like she has a future, a happy one, a free one, if only missing one little thing.

“Hey Mark?”

He kisses her hair. “Yeah Helena? She inhales shakily, so Mark rubs her side soothingly and she tilts her head up to kiss him once again.

“Can we have a baby?”

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Mark’s hands have some kind of rope around them tying them to the chair, but someone left it loose enough for him to free his wrists. He goes to untie his ankles when the monitor turns on suddenly and it causes him to jump. The first thing his eyes focus on is the red of her hair. She’s on Keir’s bed, his innie must know that because he’s never been in here ever. He shouldn’t be here, why is he here? He knows he’s been reintegrating but he never expected to be here. He’s torn out of his thoughts when he fully realizes the situation in front of him. Helena Eagan is wearing a white nightgown laid on the dark bedspread, hands clasped on her stomach and her head on the pillow. She looks apprehensive. Then the door opens and both Helena’s and Mark’s eyes trace to the new addition.

The new man has dirty blond, straight hair and is very tall. He would be attractive in another life, but now Mark can’t look at him with anything but hatred. He should hate this woman, want nothing to do with her, she’s the one that caused Gemma to leave him in one way or another and yet he feels inexplicably possessive over her. The man folds his jacket and puts it on the chair loosening his tie. He watches as the other man walks towards Helena, almost solemnly. Mark’s heart drops and his fists clench when he sees the man undo his belt and pull himself out, joining her on the bed. Helena looks pale and nervous, but she still spreads her legs for him.

He’s going to fuck her, his Helena. Rage boils in his gut when the other man finally enters her, Helena barely reacts except for a small whimper when he finally starts fucking her. The two people in the camera don’t make eye contact, Mark is angry, he can’t help thinking that he could treat Helena so much better. He is now almost achingly hard in his pants and it’s not helping as Helena gives a few uninterested groans. The blond man comes with little fanfare, into Helena who barely reacts. She just looks at the wall as the man pulls out of her, dresses and leaves without so much as a word to her. How could she do that? He knows it’s irrational but he feels possessive over her and he has freed his ankles and stood. He’s made it to the door knob before he stops to wonder where he is going. And then he knows, it clicks in his brain and he’s running towards her. The hallways are white and confusing but Mark lets his legs take him where he needs to go, he’s too focused on what he’s going to do when he sees Helena. When he gets there, he is standing in front of the doorway of a house. A house in a room. He doesn’t stop to question it, all he knows that Helena is there and that’s all he needs. He bursts through the door and up the stairs, head ringing all he wants is her.

The door to the bedroom is unguarded, leaving him to push it open and her to jump when she sees him. “Mark, what the hell are you doing here?”

“What the fuck, Helena! What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! Get Out!”

“I saw you!” Realization hits her like a ton of bricks and her voice goes low and sultry.

“You saw me… with him? Did you like it?” He sputters but she continues. “I can tell you did.” He swears under his breath. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of him? You can have your turn with me, don’t worry.”

“I can’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Mark just fuck me already, you’re so fucking hard.” She half moans. He makes a beeline to where she lies on the bed on her back, the other man’s come dripping out of her. “You know you want to.” Mark grits his teeth. He doesn’t have anything else to lose. She smiles when he starts unbuckling his belt almost absent-mindedly. And pulls out his dick, joining her on the bed.

“Fuck Helena, what are you doing to me?” She giggles at him pumping himself in his own fist.“Do you think you can just fuck whomever you want? You’re just that desperate for some man to come in you?” He enters her all at once. The other man must’ve not been very big because he can feel her stretching around him and he watches her face contort in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He doesn’t dare move. “What made you want to fuck him, he’s certainly not big or particularly attractive.”

“He’s not you.” It comes out mockingly and he rewards her with a rough thrust that causes her to tilt her head back and try to close her legs, but he forces them open, wider this time, both of her thighs hit the scratchy mattress.

One of her hands traces down her body to her clit, she isn’t wet and she squirms when he touches her. “Oh, no, baby, did he not make you come? Well we can’t have that, now can we?” She scoffs and that turns into a moan when he rubs her clit again. She’s getting wetter now as he explores her and moves her fluids around. He doesn’t know why but he thrusts slower now, making her take all of him now, revealing in the way she stretches around him. It feels good now that she’s relaxed and wet, but he needs to see her come under him. He rubs slow circles into her clit that makes her cry out.

He leans towards her, looking at her lips the whole time, but when he goes to press his lips to hers, she stops him with a hand on his chest, pushing him away from her. “Don’t, just don’t.” He stops in his tracks, he’s so angry at her that he sees red, but he still can’t do that to her. Helena is special to him, as much as he would like to deny it. So he bunches her white nightgown up and frees her stomach and tits and the hand that isn’t on her clit starts exploring, pinching and rubbing at her little pink nipples. She’s tight around him already but as she gets closer she’s squeezing around him, it’s perfect.

“Oh, baby, are you close already? You just need all the come you can get? Are you that desperate?" She moans and nods, meeting his thrusts. He’s not going to last either, he needs to come inside her. “Do you need to come?” He practically tortures her poor clit.

She nods, “Please, Mark. He couldn’t do it, you can. Please!” She’s almost babbling now.

“Come, Helena, now.” She lets go, shaking and bucking wildly. He tries to work her through it but soon he follows her, filling her at her cervix with a rough groan. He thrusts shallowly until he’s too overstimulated to continue and he is forced to pull out.

He lays beside her now, one of his stray hands comes down to stroke her arm and when he does, she starts shaking. When he looks over at her, she’s crying, tears streaking down her cheeks from tired eyes. He quickly puts his, now flaccid, cock away and turns onto his side, she’s not facing him anymore, she’s turned her neck to face the opposite wall. “Helena?” She doesn’t move. “Are you okay?” She nods now, he doesn’t believe it for a second. “Can you look at me?”

She finally turns her head towards him, “I’m okay, Mark.” But there are still tears in her eyes.

“Did I do anything wrong?” She shakes her head emphatically.

“You were good. So good.”

“Because you’re crying, Helena, I want to make sure you’re okay. I was rough and I was mean and I’m sorry I’m not usually like that.”

“You’re not. It’s not you, it’s just… everything.”

“What is going on?” He forgot about that part in his rage and subsequent sadness. He still doesn’t understand anything, this must be how it feels to be an innie. “Helena, are you okay, are you safe?” She exhales shakily and he reaches up to wipe the remaining tears from her eyes.

“It’s Lumon’s plan. I have a duty to follow it through.” His heart drops even if he doesn’t understand exactly what she means. “I will provide an heir for Keir, it's what I was made for.”

“Fuck. So that guy was? Who was that guy?”

“I don’t know his name. My father hand-selected him, he is supposed to be a great breeding partner.”

“Clearly, he isn’t. He didn’t even make you—” She giggles at that, and she turns towards him to hit his chest. They are face to face now, closer than they were when they were fucking, it feels like theres nothing else in this room except for them. “They just want you to get pregnant with a man you don’t even know?”

“It’s what’s done.”

“That’s bullshit!”

She sighs, “I’ve known I would have to do it since I was little, curse of being an Eagan woman.”

“Do you want to do this, Helena?”

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Do you?”

“Obviously not!” She whispers harshly. Her eyes look terrified and he wants to reach out and touch her.

“Is there a way out?”

“No.”

“What are you going to do then? If you get pregnant?”

“Lumon will probably announce the marriage soon after and I’ll marry him quickly so it doesn’t seem suspicious.” She sounds resigned.

“So if I got you pregnant…” Mark Scout is supposed to hate this woman but if some part of him had the chance he would marry her in an instant.

She laughs and reaches up to cup his face, where he’s grown a scruffy little beard after Gemma served him the divorce papers. “It doesn’t work like that, as much as I may want it to.”

He’s desperate now, he might have doomed them both. “Can’t we do anything, can’t you run?”

She puts a hand onto his cheek and smiles sadly. “You’re funny.”

“I’m serious, we can get out of here.” He sounds desperate now. “We can run.”

“They’ll catch us.”

“Not if we are careful.” She smiles as he puts a hand to her cheek. He was so angry when he woke up but now all he has is love for her. Now he leans forward and she doesn’t pull away. He waits for their lips to brush but they never do. A bell chimes and Helena jumps and pulls away, scared, eyes jutting side to side.

“You’ve got to go!” She’s back on her back again with her hands clasped in front of her, he jumps up and fastens his pants. “They gave me 15 minutes to let it take and then I must resume my duties. You need to get out and go back, they can’t see you.”

He sighs, leaving her is almost physically painful, “I’ll come back for you, Helena.”

“I know you will. I’ll wait.” He starts walking away and he almost gets to the door before she calls him back. “Mark! Wait!” He turns on his heels, “Kiss me? Before you go?” He nods and practically runs towards her. She props herself up on her elbows when he gets there and their faces come crashing together, she smiles for a second before she kisses him back, Helena pulls him into her the way that no one can or has even done, he is so definitely hers. He can’t wait to take her away from all of this. When he finally pulls away and rests his forehead against her he wants to tell her that he loves her but it might be too soon so he presses a kiss on her forehead and looks at her one last time before he heads to the door, feeling lighter than he ever has. He was so angry before but now all he feels is hope.

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Mark Scout is starving, reintegration is hungry work apparently, enough that the staff at Zufu look at his table concerned. Even more so when he sees who they are really looking at. Helena Eagan, who’s looking in his direction, smiling. Then she’s standing and walking, smiling like she recognizes him from somewhere. “Thank you. Mark Scout. Thought that was you. I'm Helena Eagan. I work at Lumon.” She’s in front of him now, looming over him, shaking his hand and pretending like she doesn’t have his wife kidnapped in his basement.

“Yeah. No, I know who you are.”He knows who she is and he hates everything about her except for the woody, vanilla perfume she wears and how soft and scarily soft her hands are.

“Well, it's nice to officially meet you. Have you had enough to eat?”

“Yeah, quite possibly.” Reintegration is hungry work apparently.

He can see her looking at the empty plates on his table. He has eaten enough for a family of four, he could however go for another plate of orange chicken. “I hope they're feeding you at work. May I?”

She wants to sit in front of him and he’s too stunned to stay no. “Please.”

“It's really great to run into you. I've heard nothing but good things about your work, by the way.”
“Thank you. I've heard nothing at all about my work, so…” In another life he would pat himself on the back for that stupid joke but now he senses that it isn’t the time.

“Severance humor. That's so clever.” She really is beautiful, he shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. He hates everything she stands for, but maybe not her.

“And so easy.”

“Look, I'm sorry for the systemic error from the other night.” He forgot about that, he forgot about a lot of things in their five minute conversation.

“The systemic error? You mean the overtime thing?”

Yes. The OTC. It never should have happened, and it never will again. We take pride as a company to be better than that, and we will be better.” The corporate tone in her voice unnerves him.

“Well, that's nice to hear. Thanks.”

“Of course.”

“So, you know all about it then.”

“Yes, I know all about it. I'm, like, the head of the company, Mark.” He is a fucking idiot.

“Right. Dumb. Sorry.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry.”

“Really? Okay.”

“I'm kidding. You're clearly not dumb.” He can feel her kick him lightly under the table, he juts his leg out but doesn’t dare to make contact.

“I don't know. You…You're the one who invented a revolutionary medical procedure.”

“Hey, now, that was not me. That was my father.”

“Uh-huh.” Her foot is so close to his now, he can feel the point of her probably very expensive heel.

“You should meet him sometime.” What the fuck? Her foot is inching up to his ankle.

“Your father?” He does not want to see Jame Eagan, he just wants Helena.

“Sure. Why not?” Her heel rubs against his ankle and up to his calf, his muscles twitch and blood rushes downwards, away from the brain he’s supposed to be using.

“You wanna take me home to Dad already?”

“Yeah, I think it's finally time.” The point of her stiletto digs into his inner calf.

“Okay. Sure. Let's do it.”

“You'd be the first.” She looks nervous when she says that, it’s almost adorable.

“So, no pressure.”

“Yeah. None whatsoever. But seriously, I'd love to hear about your experiences sometime.” Her heel skates up to his knee, close enough for him to grab, close enough to touch in between his legs.

“Okay. Yeah. About severance?”

“I meant the overtime con…I meant the other night.”

“I mean, I can't imagine how confusing that must have been. Traumatic, even. And I know you've already been through so much with losing your wife and all. Hanna.” Who?
His memory comes, “Gemma”, his wife? She has his wife and he’s so fucking hard for her.

“Right. Gemma. Sorry. It was a car accident, right?” She drops her foot and he mourns the loss of pressure. It’s been so long and there’s something about Helena that is so familiar to him.

“That's right”

“Yeah, such a shame. She was so young.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you all right?”

“I'm fine. I'm just about finished here.” He throws some money on the table.

“Okay. Right.” He stands before her, sliding out of the booth and grabbing his jacket, before he can put it on and leave, he stands in front of her, her mouth tantalizingly close to his cock, she’d have to be stupid to not see how hard he is, but she doesn’t move.

“Stand up, Helena.” He’s not a particularly foreboding presence even in front of her but she still follows his orders, standing in front of him in the space he gives her and looking him straight in the eye. “It’s time to go.” He exhales and tenses his jaw before he gives her the second option. “Follow me.” There’s a glint in her eye that he can’t place and a spring in her step as she trails him towards the bathroom.

The bathroom in Zufu is basic, white porcelain and dark tile, but everything is bathed in a dark red light that Mark isn’t completely sure isn’t in his head. Helena slips by him and makes her way into the bathroom, she is positively magnificent in the maroon, he can’t stop himself from striding across the room to where she stands by the sink looking at her reflection that soon gets crowded by him. At the last second, she turns and their faces are so close together, their noses brush. He still has time to get out of there, to go home, or to Devon’s and repent, maybe even let Reghabi flood his chip. There was no way he would do that, not while she’s in front of him, so close, he has to reach out and kiss her. It’s not sweet or romantic, Mark kisses Helena Eagan like he’s hungry, all lips and teeth, it should frighten both of them but it doesn’t. He takes the hands that were on her cheek and in her hair and grabs his hips, pushing them back until they hit the hard white porcelain and helping her up onto it, her heels barely grazing the ground. It’s needier now, like it’s physically painful for them to separate, but he has to, just long enough to make sure the door is locked. While he does that, she pulls her trench coat off and lets it fall down her shoulders and onto the tile floor. She’s wearing a white blouse underneath and a navy blue pair of slacks with matching heels that make her ass pop. She’s looking in the mirror now, as she swipes some smeared lipstick from her mouth. This time when he appears behind, he grabs her hips and pulls them firmly against his almost achingly hard cock, she’s warm and cold at the same time, she overwhelms his senses. He knows what he wants, what he needs, but something in him knows he needs to ask, needs to make sure she wants it too. “Helena?” He forces out, his head is foggy through the sheer want of her.

“ Mark, please.” A weight is pulled from his chest.

“Fuck.” Gone is their drawn out conversations about business or half-remembered names of dead wives, now it’s just them, he drags a hand down her back and snakes it around her midsection over the button of her slacks, it take some finessing to undo the button but when it finally does, he wastes no time in shoving his hand in there, down the soft skin of her stomach and into the lace of her underwear, he ghosts his hand over her core and threads his hand into the coarse hair that surrounds it. When he finally decides to dip his fingers inside, she is so wet and warm, as he coaxes her clit out of its hood.

She lets out a moan, stifling it with the back of her hand. He wishes he could hear her fully, see her naked, in his bed, instead of in the bathroom of the shitty chinese restaurant. She brings him out of his thoughts with a strangled cry, “I can’t wait anymore.”

He can’t either, there’s pressure in his brain that he’s not sure comes from the reintegration or the pure need for her, still he pulls his hand out of her pants, and she moans at the loss. She braces herself against the sink with both hands, gripping so hard that he’s worried it might crack. Mark eases her pants down to only her mid-thighs and pushes her silken blouse up. Her thong is red and lacy and it nearly makes his brain rupture, until she looks over her shoulder back at him and smirks. Before she can say something, he rips his belt open and pushes his pants and boxers down, freeing himself and pushing her underwear to the side.

His hand finds its way to her mouth, palm open, beckoning her to spit. They’ve been here before, he knows this, he just can’t remember how. Eventually, she does, he watches the saliva cling to her lips before it lands on his hand. He wraps the hand around his cock and soaks himself with it and spreads the remainder around her folds, she moans out and he notches his tip inside of her.

He fucks into her progressively, giving her a bit of him at the time until she can take all of it. Then,, for Mark, all hell breaks loose and he starts fucking her roughly, she tilts her head down but he wraps his hand into her hair and forces him to look at them in the mirror. One of her delicate hands stays firmly on the sink but the other finds itself moving down into her underwear and rubs her clit. She clenches around him and moans, his eyes roll back into his head. He’s teetering on the edge, but when she cries out and tightens around him, he is forced to empty himself against her cervix, he doesn’t think about condoms or any kind of protection, he’s consumed with everything about her that his vision blurs into something, different, something familiar, his heart aches more than anything else. When he opens his eyes, they are both looking at each other intently in the reflection of the mirror, she’s beautiful and something so remarkably, his. He’s just a body and so is she, they fell victim to the lure of each other and did something human, something whole.

When she finally slips out from under him, he mourns the loss of her, he has no choice but to slink out of Zufu, he’ll have to order take out from now on. When he gets home, Reghabi will be happy to see him. This day might as well end with a lobotomy anyways.

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“Where are we going, Helly? We have refining to do.” He’s only 56% through his file and Helly is even less, they shouldn’t be wandering through the halls.

“Fuck refining, I need a minute.”

Her small, slender hand in his is intoxicating. He’s never felt like this, ever, not about another person. He almost doesn’t realize where she is leading him.

He didn’t even know that she remembered where the perpetuity wing was but she led them there, past the wax statues of the Eagan’s and into the replica of Keir Eagan’s house. “What are we doing here, Helly?”

She shrugs her shoulders, “What else is there to do here? If I have to look at another happy little 4, I’m going to scream.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I need to get out of there.” He doesn’t have the energy to thwart another one of her escape attempts today.

“Helly—”

“I know I can’t quit but maybe just a break.” They enter the bedroom and Helly immediately collapses onto the bed.

Mark nearly jumps out of his suit, “Helly!”

“What Mark? What?”

“We aren’t supposed to sit on Keir's bed.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll do whatever I want, he’s dead anyways.”

“What is up with you?”

“What? God forbid I want more than this. I have nothing, I’ve only felt like 3 things. I’ve hardly even felt...” She pauses to think.

“Pleasure?”

“Ditto.”

“Helly? You’ve explored yourself? Ever?”

She’s angry now, clearly pent up, Mark wants to help her. “I’ve tried, Mark. I couldn’t.”

“What did you do?”

“I don’t know? Why do you want to know?”

“I want to make sure you did it right.”

“Then how do I do it?”

“Take off your pantyhose.” He wonders if she thinks it’s weird that he knows that she wears pantyhose. She kicks off her heels and begins rolling them down her legs, he can’t breathe, is he forcing her to do this?

No, not when she looks up at him, and smiles almost wickedly, “What do I do now?” He doesn’t really know, not for Helly’s anatomy.

“Take off your underwear.” Let him see her. He’s talking out of his ass now. She does, they are light blue from under her skirt.

“What do I do next, boss?”

“You’ve got to rub yourself.”

“With what?”

“I-” The pillow might feel good. He doesn’t know how but something inside him tells him that she might like it and, selfishly, he would enjoy watching her do it. Helly is the most beautiful person Mark has ever seen, even if he’s only seen less than 20 people. “You can use that pillow right there.” He gestures to the small blue pillow next to her. Her small hands grab it and hold it up to him.

“This one?”

“Yeah.” He can’t breathe, he’s got so much control over her but she might just have more over him, if she said ‘jump’ he’d ask how high.

“Next? Boss?”

“Um.”

“Um?”

“Put the pillow in between your legs.” She does, he doesn’t have to tell her to grind down on it, she does that automatically. “Do you need another pillow?” She shakes her head. “Ride it, ride it just like that, Helly.”

“Do you, fuck, like watching me like this?” She rolls her hips against her pillow and moans so loud that he’s sure someone on the floor will have heard her, but no one comes, so Helly does it again, harder, her skirt bunched up around her hips. “I’ve— I’ve never felt like this before.”

He has, he’s experimented in the bathroom, learned how his body works and how to make himself feel good, waffle party good. “I know. Does it feel good?” She nods almost violently. “Pull your shirt off for me. Play with your—” She raises her eyebrow. “Play with your tits, Helly.” She smiles now and pulls her blue cotton top off slowly. The pale skin of her stomach almost breaks his brain. Her bra is a light blue that matches her top and Mark’s throat goes tight when he sees her. She goes to unclasp her bra and when Mark sees her bare for him he puts his hands into his pockets trying to hide his growing hard on. She cups both of her tits in her hands and grinds down harder.

“It feels really good, Mark.” She’s breathing heavily now.

“Are you going to— Do you feel a peak?” She shakes her head and Mark feels bad for her, he knows how good it feels for him to come and he likes Helly enough to want her to feel it too. “Okay, what do you feel?”

“I don’t know.” She moans out, “I really want to.”

“Oh, I know, I know.”

“You gotta help me, Mark. I need to—”

“What do you need?”

“I need you, I need you inside of me.” He would love that, his cock twitching in his pants is enough to let him know that. “Please. Please.”

“Okay, okay, Helly, I’ve got you, just relax.” She finally stops her frantic circles onto the pillow, Mark looks down at the wet spot that she’s left in the dark of the pillow case.

She throws off the skirt that she had bunched around her waist and watches from her place against the headboard as he throws off his suit jacket and tie, he takes a step towards her but she stops him with an arm out. “All of it, I wanna see all of you.” He falters but she continues. “I mean look at me.” She gestures to her naked body, still wet from in between her legs, Helena keeps herself bare except for a smattering of red curls on top. He unbuttons his shirt and practically throws off his shirt and pants, when he hooks his thumbs into his boxers and pulls them down, exposing himself to the cold air. She gasps when she sees him bare and Mark has to pretend that he’s not flattered.

He sits beside her on the bed, and looking at her, Mark is struck with a sense of anxiety, different from when he has a meeting with Ms. Cobel. He wants her, that much is clear, but he’s nervous, she’s so perfect and he’s Mark. He’s been talking her through it this whole time but now, when he actually gets to touch her, he can’t breathe. Especially when she turns to him and smiles, “Kiss me, Mark?

“Yeah, yes.” But he can’t move, not until she leans towards him and puts a hand on his cheek. They are so close now, he needs to bring their lips together. She’s so soft on him. Her hands move from his face to his neck , down his chest, she stops at his hips as he finally breaks the kiss. “Here, wait.” He shifts his body downwards and lays his head on the pillow, motioning for her to do the same,
“Shit.” She looks almost surprised and drags her fingers down his length, but she retracts when he bucks into her hand.

“Are you okay? We don’t have to, Helly.”

“I want to, just fuck, it’s big.” He fucking chokes at her words, she should not be allowed to be that fucking sexy and say those things.

“You can take it.”

She sighs. “Yeah?”

“You can.” She slings a leg over his thighs to straddle him, she’s so hot, stroking him faster now. “Go on, Helly.” She positions herself over him, practically dripping onto him. He holds himself steady as she lowers herself down just to take the tip, she’s so tight, stretching around him for the first time, he’s never felt like this before. She inhales sharply, putting her hands onto his chest to brace herself, “There you go, move your hips, just like that.” She rolls her hips on him and slides down another couple of inches, both of them groaning out.

“Fuck, Mark, you’ve been holding out on me!” She bounces up and down on his length.

“I’ve never done this, Helly.”

“You haven’t?”

“Who did you think I would’ve had sex with?”

“Well I don’t know? You talk about Petey like he hung the moon.”

He rolls his eyes as he puts his hands on her hips and flips them so he can be on top, he’s still inside her and now he’s in control. He thrusts into her a couple times, experimentally to see if she could take it, she can, she moans out. He doesn’t know how he knows how to but he swirls her clit in a circle and she nearly screams. They are way past being quiet, he’s pretty sure it’s past 5 anyways. “Give me your hand, Helly.” She does, intertwining their fingers as he brings her hand down to her own clit. “I’m going to teach you how to touch yourself, Helly.”

“Please.” He puts her hand onto her clit and puts his hand on top of hers, guiding it as she touches herself. Neither of them will last very long, but that might be okay. She comes first, hand on her clit, rubbing it roughly. She tightens around him and it almost makes Mark’s vision white out. Some part of him knows that he can't finish inside of her, but he’s not sure he cares. All he wants is Helly.

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To wake up next to Helly is the greatest privilege in the world, better than any perk that Lumon could ever think of. To kiss her might just take the cake. But to lay in their bed, what was one Keir’s, and kiss her? That might just be the closest to heaven Mark S will ever get. She’s on top of him, naked, when she pulls away, “Good morning, Boss.”

“Morning Helly.” He kisses her again. “Ready to greet the day?” Someone elected him and Helly to be the leader of the innie revolution and now their days are filled with bureaucratic nonsense that makes Helly bored out of her mind.

“Actually, I have an idea. We’ve got time, don’t we?”

“We do, Helly, all the time in the world.” They don’t. Lumon could come for them at any time and this would all be over, but for now they are together and that might just be enough.

“It’s a competition, one that I can win.” Helly knows that she comes really easily with him, sometimes it feels like he strokes her clit twice and she’s done.SHe’s nervous but she won’t let Mark win, she knows that at least. “We do it, but we see how long it takes to finish. First one to an orgasm loses.

“So we fuck but we can’t come?”

“You can.” She smirks, “But you’ll lose.
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Mark sits back against the head board with his legs spread amongst the sheets that were sent down so they didn’t have to sleep on Keir's old ones, cock standing proudly against his stomach. Helly crawls to him on her hands and knees, smiling with her pupils blown out, she moves towards him. Helly stops in the middle of his thighs, one of her slender hands pumping him and leaning down to take his tip into her mouth. His hand threads itself through her hair, brushing her grown out bangs out of her face. She takes more of him until he hits the back of her throat, he suppresses the urge to force her to take the rest of it, even as she gags around his length. It feels good, too good. She bobs up and down on his cock, gagging every so often and he is already so close, she feels so good, even better when he knows that she’s his, his Helly, the one he’s spending the rest of his life with. He’s so close, he’s going to lose it.

“Helly! Helly, fuck!” She makes eye contact with him and hollows her cheeks, like she’s trying to hold on.

He takes the hand that’s in her hair and is forced to rip her off his cock. The cool air hits it and he shudders with Helly in his hands. Helly is smiling, she has some droll at the corner of her mouth. “Why’d you make me stop?” She pouts. “I was enjoying myself.”

He huffs and she leans forwards and kisses his tip, swirling her tongue around, gathering the pre-come from his tip. He thinks about it for a second, fucking her face until she gags again and then pulling out and painting her face in his come, her smug, cocky face.

He pulls her up from where she’s kneeling by her underarms and practically throws her onto the bed, following her, pinning her now to the mattress. He wastes no time, using the hand that isn’t pinning her down, to drag down her body and assault her clit and slip two fingers inside of her, she cries out like she’s been slapped. His hands are so big and she’s so small that he can force her chest down onto the mattress with just one hand as she squirms under him. “Oh, Helly, baby, this was your idea, you can take it, can’t you?” She moans out something unintelligible and shifts her hips trying to get away from him and yet pushing him harder against him. “Are you almost there, baby. You can come, it’s okay.” She shakes her head rapidly and he can see tears in her eyes from the overstimulation. He lets up slightly, bringing Helly off the edge, but she uses the opportunity to kick him off her. For a second, he thinks he fucked up, until her hands push him down to his back as she mounts him. “Do you want me to fuck you, Mark?” She pants out as she hovers over his achingly hard cock. He bucks up into her and hits her clit causing them both to moan out.

“Please, Helly.” She takes just the tip into her.

“Are you going to come for me?” He sinks her down onto him and she moans down, shifting her hips to take him.

“Not yet, baby.”

His hand finds her clit again and she moans at the contact. “Mark, Mark, if you touch my clit, I’ll come.” Her hand finds his chest and pushes him away but he doesn’t stop.

“You can come, it’s okay.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would. You look so fucking sexy when you come.” He smiles at her and matches her movements where they are connected. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head, and she must slow because he gets impatient and grabs her thigh, flipping them together. Her head hits the pillow and he follows her down kissing her roughly as he fucks her, deeply. He doesn’t care anymore, he just wants to come. She can win and hold it over him for the rest of their existence but he doesn’t care, he just loves her.

Her voice brings him out of his thoughts. “Mark, I don’t care anymore. Make me come, please!”
“I can’t last, I’m going to come. You won, fuck!” Said at the same time and they both laugh for a second before it both melts into moans, he fucks her deeply, hitting her cervix with every thrust. His hand finds her clit again, this time she doesn’t resist it and lets the pleasure overtake her. She comes up and grabs his head, pulling it into her and scratching the back of his neck as her head rolls back and she comes, releasing a wave of fluid against him. He follows after, coming in like he always does. Helly knows how babies are made and she also knows that she wouldn’t mind having one with Mark. He fucks them both through the aftershocks before he is forced to pull out and lay down, enveloping Helly in his arms as they both try to catch their breaths.

“God that was… something.”

“Good?” He leans over and kisses her cheek.

“Very good, Mark.” She kisses him again.

“Do you need anything, water or-”

“Just stay with me, Mark.” He always will, he’s the one who ran through the hallways to get to her and grabbed her hand to run with her for however long it would be. Helly hopes it’s forever. “I’m going back to sleep now.” She curls further into him.

“Dylan and the others will probably wonder where we are.”

“You can just tell them that you fucked the shirt out of me and now I’m too tired to lead the innie revolution.” He grunts at that and she laughs, already falling back to sleep. She likes sleep, especially when it’s in Mark’s arms. Mark has already thought up a myriad of excuses as to why him and Helly were late. They have a small life, but with Helly, it’s a happy one.

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He married her. In Devon’s backyard, one sunny day in June, a two year old Eleanor sprinkled rose petals down the aisle before she too ran off. Then, it was just Helena walking down the aisle, holding onto Irv’s arm like a lifeline. She was beautiful, in a dress that she picked out with Devon and Gretchen. He had to resist the urge to kiss her right then and there until Dylan could get through the vows and then they were off, 2 months in Indonesia, close to the equator.

Now, Helena has become fixated on one more thing, a baby. Their baby, something that’s theirs forever, free of Lumon and her father and all their shit. Helena lived one full year of uninterrupted Christmases, summers, and everything and decided that she wanted a child. A Scout kid that wouldn’t be the heir to anything except Helena’s little collection of trinkets.

Mark walks by the garden that Helena planted, hydrangeas and roses, and up the stairs they had repainted in the summer, he did the base in the boring beige colour that matches the house and she drew little patterns on each of the steps. He unlocks the door, only to see their home exactly how he left it this morning. He started teaching again last semester, Helena had suggested it after seeing how much he missed working. He scans his home for her and is disappointed to come up empty, the only thing amiss is the glass of wine that she had left out for him, non alcoholic of course, he takes a sip but he misses her only to be reinvigorated by the sound of her voice calling for him, “In here, honey!”

He practically runs towards their bedroom, past their wedding photos and the one of Hel and Eleanor with the goats at the petting zoo. She’s sitting on the bed when he enters, long legs stretched across their bedspread, when he trails up he sees what she’s wearing, some sort of crimson red baby doll, sheer and spattered with lace. Mark’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “Fuck, Helena, you look beautiful. Where did you even—”

“You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Oh, fuck no, no.”

“Come here, Mark.” He drops his briefcase at the door and nearly launches himself into her lips, cradling her and trying to touch every part of her. He rubs her nipples for a while until his hand drifts down in her panties to touch where she is hot and wet for him. He puts a finger inside of her, curling it in the way that she he knows she likes.

She bucks her hips in to his hand when he adds another finger and moans, “Fuck me, I need your cock.”

He must be the strongest man in the world for not giving into her low, sultry tone. “You can come once before I fuck you.”

“Mark… I’ve waited all day.” She whines, he rubs her clit harder to make her legs shake and her orgasm almost imminent. “I couldn’t focus.”

“If I go into your studio, am I going to find a bunch of sexually frustrated paintings?”

“Maybe. Can’t show those ones to Irv.” When she mentions Irving, Mark suddenly feels very uncomfortable.

“Please don’t mention Irving when I’m trying to get you off.” She rolls her eyes, and he rolls her clit again and leans forward to take a nipple into his mouth, first through the thin, sheer fabric of her babydoll and then he moves the cup down and takes her into his mouth. She moans and pushes her chest into his mouth as he rolls it in his mouth, she’s going to use those to feed their baby and he’s suddenly struck with another pang of love for her, his Helly, his Helena, his wife.

“Mark, I’m close, I’m going to—” Her voice trails off and breath escapes her when her orgasm takes her and she soaks his hand as he presses hot kisses into her chest.

“Oh fuck, Hel. You are so hot, I love you so much.” He pulls his fingers out of her, and tastes them.

“I know, I love you too, Mark. Now put a baby in me, please?”

“Shit, Hel, you can’t just say stuff like that to me.” He gestures to his pants that have now tented almost uncomfortably against her thigh.

“Lingerie on or off? Dealer's choice.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, both, both.”

“What?”

“We have all night, baby.” She pulls his face into hers and kisses him insistently, her core bucking against him as they hold each other close. Mark thinks back to the times when even this felt so impossible.

He tugs her lacy underwear down her thighs, but keeps it there. He pushes her thighs to her chest and his mouth practically waters.She wraps her slender hands around her thighs and holds herself open for him, her wedding ring, gold with a red stone on top, glimmering in the low light. He smiles and kisses her again, “You look so beautiful like this.”

She shifts her hips, open for him, acting like he’s forgotten about her, he would never. “Waited all day, remember? Couldn’t focus on anything?”

“I know, baby.”

“So why aren’t you already fucking me?”

“I’m taking my time, I want to remember today.”

“Oh, you’ll remember it.” He unbuttons his shirt and lays it on the bed next to Helena, she’ll want to wear it after, if only to revel in the way she makes his eyes pop out of his head. His belt and pants follow next, shed onto the floor, he’ll pick them up later.

Now it’s just them, he frees his cock and pumps himself before he lets it fall heavily onto her oversensitive clit, she jumps and moans, “Mark, please!”

“Oh, Helly, are you still with me?” She nods as he notches himself in her, as she moans and savours the stretch, “I’ve got you.”

“I know you do, honey.” She giggles, he pushes into her further, she takes him so perfectly, she always does.When he pulls his hips back and thrusts into her again, she tips her head back and lets out a loud moan from the very back of her throat, scratching and grabbing at his biceps as he fucks her, “Oh, my God!” She repeats over and over like a mantra. She’s so perfect, he might just be the luckiest man alive to have been able to marry her. He can feel her body tense under him as one of her hands comes down to rub her clit. He leans down to pattern her face with kisses, her brow is crinkled and there are tears in her eyes, but she won’t let him stop, not when they are both so close, together. “Mark, Mark!”

“I know, I’ve got you, I’m going to come too.”

“Together?” She squeezes out.”

“Yeah, together, baby.” Both of them peak at the same time, moving the tandem through it, she looks amazing like this, red hair around her like a halo, pupils blown out and wild as they fuck eachother through their orgasms.

Eventually, he slips out of her and lets her legs down massaging the knots out of her thighs. Both of them are still trying to catch their breaths when she reaches back for her pillow, he helps her to slide it under her hips before he too lays back and holds her to his chest, savoring the closeness between them.

Her voice breaks him out of his haze.“I think I want a girl first, then either. I’d be fine with a boy too, but. Or maybe twins. Do twins run in your family? They run in mine, remember? Keir and Deiter?” She rubs circles into his chest.

“Ah yes, the wax fuck and carrot penis.”

“Exactly.”

“And no, no twins in my family.”

“Huh, okay.”

“Hope that’s not a divorce-worthy crime.”

“I think I’ll keep you, yet. What about names? Have you picked any out yet?” At 45 years old, he just learned that his middle name is John. Devon had to tell him and Helena. He does know what her full name was before, Helena Imogene Myrtle Jayme Eagan, remnants of another life. She doesn’t use that name any more, now she’s Helena Scout, she won’t hesitate in calling someone out if they call her Ms. Eagan. Besides that she’s Helly to Devon, Dylan, and Irving, or Auntie Helly if you’re Eleanor, finally she’s Hel or baby but only to Mark.

“No.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“I have.”

“I know you have.” He kisses the side of her temple, “What have you come up with in that wonderful brain of yours?”

All of the sudden she goes shy, tracing the curves of his hand with her fingers, “Pretty names, you know? I like Ophelia or Magnolia or Primrose.” She likes surrounding herself with beautiful things, the flowers in the garden, the paint on their walls, Mark is just happy she chose to keep him around. And he will be around, forever, with her. His wife, the woman he met in Chinese restaurants and ran through hallways with, he’s hers forever.

“Those sound perfect, Mrs. Scout.”

“Thank you, boss.”