Golden Girls [Santa, Helle]

Direct. A bit too direct.

Helle wasn't sure what she was expecting, and maybe she should have saw Santa's response coming, but having someone be so blatant is really refreshing. It reminds of her of the few people she consider a friend. The ability to be true to yourself and speak your mind without falter. She wish she knew of this strange power before everything had happened the way it did, but better late than never.

"Well, Santa. This is rare. There are few who fluster me."

But flustered she is. Is this something akin to being asked out? Maybe that feeling is even more extreme. Ah, but if she were to remember this feeling, she should describe it to herself. Mmm... Yes. Her stomach finds itself light but her arms and legs lack strength. Her thoughts are rampant with trying to understand what exactly Santa meant, a desperate need for knowledge that could be so easily resolved yet also impossible to simply obtain.

"Interesting..." She'd muse to herself, but she'd quickly give Santa her attention and nod her head.

"I suppose another hug wouldn't hurt."

She's already prepared herself to be lifted off her feet anyway.

This is different too, but Helle doesn't hate it. The woman's body is soft. She knows that from experience, so this is a little better than being picked off her feet, but that doesn't take away from the fact that she's in a compromising position. She's not rigid, but it's hard to relax when doing so means melting into some other woman's bosom.

However, Santa's talking way beyond her prior maturity. Helle was not prepared for the sudden talk about letting go of her burden. She knows that much, and she's been better about taking time for herself. The very fact that this situation is happening is proof enough that Helle has changed as a person, to a degree. In fact, this whole ordeal only came about because she was taking a break from her duties.

"You're right, but I'm not going to turn into a wild juvenile," She muttered. "I just enjoy carrying myself a certain way, and I'm not sure if this is the time for something like that. We've not even been on our first date."

She'd try and make light of the situation, especially considering how awkward it is to look up at Santa. If anyone were to see this, they'd probably believe Helle in a relationship with this woman, and the fact remains that this is their first encounter. Helle had opened the dam, but she didn't imagine the flood to be so intense.

Well, that's one way to make an already compromising situation worse.

Helle had brought up the idea of dating as a way to let Santa know that they shouldn't act as intimate as they are. Instead she's just influenced the woman to reach further than she already has. This situation isn't anything worth being mad about, but it's a bit hard to not feel a tinge of annoyance at how seamlessly Santa bounced from one thing to another. It's like telling a child to calm down, just for them to take it as a joke; cute but frustrating.

The only saving grace is that Santa does seem to understand that things should be taken slower, despite how she's practically smothering Helle, and it's not like Helle is entirely opposed to a date. Santa is cute and pleasant, so there's no real reason to deny her the opportunity. Helle had thought herself only attracted to men at a time, but the help of another quirky female had helped her find that gender didn't really affect what she found worthwhile in a person.

"Fine. Fine. I will have to check my schedule, dear, so please let me go. It is getting hard to breathe."

They are two rather endowed women after all, and despite her pensive look, Helle did not seem angry. Her annoyance is more so targeted, again, at how easy it seems for Santa to go with the flow. As someone with an important job, Helle always found herself having to make sure she's doing the right thing and consider so many options before she's allowed to make a decision. Santa reminded her so much of her time away from the Vandenreich when the most she worried about was if she wanted vanilla or strawberry ice cream.

"Phew," Helle sighed, finally free to move her limbs as she pleased.

Santa's a heavy hugger, and it'll take some time getting used to the woman's antics on a regular basis if they're going to be seeing more of one another, but Helle couldn't deny that the blonde's smile is precious. Overjoyed because of a simple date? How cute. Helle found it somewhat contagious, and her excitement slowly blossomed because of it. Honestly, she's not been on an actual date before. Like, she's been on outings, but never an outing because someone's interested in her romantically.

Ah- Okay. Let's see," Helle'd mutter as Santa brought out her phone. Taking it, Helle would tap her number into it for the Arrancar and pass it over. "I'll check my sched- Oh! Oh gosh. How long has it been?"

Suddenly panicking a bit, Helle's realized that her break's probably been over.

"Stay as long as you want. Solito is... somewhere. Put out a potty pad and get his food prepared when the delivery guy gets here. I have to get back to work."

Her voice somewhat hushed and rushed, Helle'd step up to Santa, "I'll catch you later." And, with that, she's heading out the door, thinking about everything that just happened as she took off at blinding speeds, a small smile growing on her face at the randomness her day took.

...And all because of a puppy...