You and Helena never officially shared a home together, yet it sure felt like you did every time she came back from a mission.

As per usual, she strutted through the door, her keys in hand. Of course she had a key of her own to your house. Typical.

The brunette spun the metal around on her finger a few times, coming up behind you. Carefully, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. A ‘friendly’ gesture. To you and her, that is.