“That’s what we call her,” admitted Alice, looking sheepish once again.
When Helena’s smile shifted into something of a smirk, she said in a
defensive squeak, “I’ve never seen her before! She’s like, totally new
to the scene, and we had to call her something. And what’s wrong with
using Leather Pants Girl? That’s what she is, isn’t she? She’s a girl
wearing leather pants.”

“It’s a descriptive term,” Jenny remarked helpfully.

“Plus if we know her real name it’s kind of weird that we wrote this
whole fake history for her and everything,” said Alice, seeming to
ruminate over this fact, frowning a bit.

“And what is Leather Pants Girl’s impressive history?” inquired Helena
playfully, stretching out to rest her arm over the back of Alice’s
chair and ducking her head to grin at the blonde.

“I don’t want to tell you if you’re going to make fun of me,” Alice
declared, folding her arms over her chest and forming an exaggerated
pout while she turned away from the brunette.

Quirking an eyebrow, Helena looked to Jenny who grinned impishly in
response, then the heiress scooted her chair closer to Alice who had
retreated from her formerly close position before lifting a hand to
lazily play with the hairs at the nape of Alice’s neck. Seeing more
than hearing the imperceptible noise of pleasure that the blonde
released at this because of how her lips pursed and opened slightly,
Helena leaned forward to murmur soft and husky in her ear, “I only
tease because I’m so very fond of you, darling. Otherwise I couldn’t
feel even a microscopic morsel of comfort in attempting such behavior.
Please believe me.”

Silence and then Alice turned her head by the smallest amount to find
herself nose to nose with Helena who was looking at her with a
guileless and quietly hopeful blue gaze. Her lips tugging up in a smile
and her eyes twinkling, Alice questioned, “Microscopic morsel? Where do
you get these smooth lines of yours, Ms. Peabody? The newbie super spy
handbook?”

“I would give you an answer but if I did, super spy protocol would
require me to finish you off you as it were,” drawled Helena, grinning
playfully.

“As it were, huh?” Alice repeated, moving close enough that anyone
observing would think they were about to kiss. “I guess it’s good to
know you’ve got my welfare in mind.”

“Always and at all times, darling,” said Helena easily. “Since that has
been settled, perhaps I might hear the epic history you have fabricated
for the muse that is Leather Pants Girl?”