Rough -- an HG/Myka Fic
Title Rough
Pairing Hg/Myka
Fandom Warehouse 13
Rating Rated M
Summary This is sorta cracky. Helena really wants Myka to do something for her...or is it to her?
Rough
Helena Grace Wells sat chewing fervently on the inside of her bottom lip, staring at the snow of the television from the couch with glassy eyes. It was obvious she was day dreaming.
She had just allowed herself to watch one of the worst television shows in history, and the only thing it did was leave her in a state of bewilderment. For a moment Helena seriously considered that the television in the B&B's living room was actually an artifact, because she was certain it had just read her mind. She was pretty sure that the new age devices couldn't normally do that.
It had all began mostly by accident. Helena was laying naked on Myka's bed one evening, lounging on her stomach with her feet kicked up in the air, twirling a bit of her hair around her fingers as she watched Myka going through her getting out of the shower routine. Myka was aware of Helena's eyes on her, and tried to pretend like it wasn't still unnerving that someone as obviously beautiful as Helena Wells wanted anything to do with Myka, much less watch her naked.
"Do you think I should dry my hair?" Myka asked, turning just in time to catch Helena with her eyes glued to her behind. She grinned and slipped into the shirt in her hands.
"Don't bother getting dressed, darling," Helena instructed, pointing a finger at Myka to make her stop. "I'm just going to take it off you in a moment."
Myka grinned and sat down on the bed beside Helena, leaning back with her head on the woman's flat stomach. Myka reached up and poked a finger between Helena's naked ribs, pleased when Helena flinched and tried to roll away. "You had better not start that again," she warned, still moving away. "I know your weaknesses just as you know mine."
Myka decided that while that was true, she still wasn't going to stop. She pursued Helena around the bed tickling her until the two of them found themselves in a rather compromising position. Helena was on all fours on the edge of the bed, her long black hair hanging down to cover her face as she struggled. Myka was on top of her, clenching Helena's wrists with strong hands as she felt the woman's behind push against her center. She tried to make Helena stop, even though she really didn't want her to.
Helena was thinking about something entirely different. She could feel the tight pinch of Myka's fingers on her arms and loved how much of her body Myka had to use to try to subdue her. It was then that Helena realized that the force Myka was using against her made her just as wet as wrestling with her naked did. She wanted to be manhandled. At the realization of this she stopped and pulled away, trying to think of something to say and some way to understand what had happened inside her mind.
Myka looked hurt when Helena finally turned to face her. She sunk down onto her knees on the bed and waited for Helena to recover from her problem, wondering what she had done wrong. She reached out and took Helena's hand in her own, noticing how tense Helena seemed to be at the moment.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Myka had asked after a few more long moments She was almost impatient to know the reason for Helena's change.
"I just wanted to ask you something and I'm not sure how you'd respond," Helena admitted freely. She already anticipated Myka's answer.
"I'm not going to freak out if that's what you're worried about," Myka promised. She followed Helena timidly across the bed and wrapped her arms around Helena's folded ones, trying her best to be easy to talk to.
Helena took and deep breath and then painted a smile on her face, turning to Myka. "Of course someone as understanding and kind as you wouldn't 'freak out', as you say," Helena kissed Myka gently on the cheek. "But don't worry, it's nothing at all."
Myka was sure Helena was lying, but she also knew that prying into the woman's thoughts wasn't guaranteed to make her spill the beans, so she let Helena sweep the subject under the rug. "Are we still going to the movies?" Myka asked timidly. "You never told me whether I should dry my hair..."
Helena chuckled and shook her head and her girlfriend who looked adorable with wet curls and a simple tee shirt. Helena adored Myka's bare legs, and what was between them. "Yes, of course we are, darling. Get dressed."
They had gone on their date and spent the night together, as planned, and Helena hadn't even given her realization a second thought, until now, almost a week later. Something on the television about having rough sex was responsible for bringing the subject up again, and now she sat on the couch trying to understand why she felt the irrepressible need for Myka to be rough with her the next time they made love. In her day that kind of thing was considered strange, even between two married people, and despite how much the times had changed, Helena wasn't sure they had changed enough to accommodate her desires.
'You're being stupid, Helena,' she chastised herself, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the cushion of the couch. She could feel herself growing aroused just from thinking about it. 'Of course Myka will do what you want her to... If only you work up the courage to ask.'
That was the hard part, Helena realized. How was it that she could collect dangerous artifacts and put herself in constant danger by doing so, and yet she couldn't ask her lover for something very simple. She mouthed the words silently to herself. "Myka. Darling. Please, will you manhandle me?"
She could barely even mouth it without bursting into a fit of embarrassment. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Why even bother..." Helena murmured to herself before leaving the room and the snowy television in favor of her own room, hoping she could sneak past Myka's door. She'd been the last one to retire to her bed that night, from the look of the hallway. If she saw Myka she knew her embarrassment would show, and she wasn't ready to face the problem yet. She needed time to talk herself into it.
The horrid part was that Myka had been able to tell something was wrong for the past few days, and ever since their date she'd been reluctant to bring it up, the subject obviously one that Helena seemed to want to avoid. And Helena did want to avoid it, but not if their relationship would suffer.
'Come on, Wells, buck up,' Helena chastised herself again, avoiding the creaky spots in the hallway floor as she passed Myka's room. The lights were off, and Helena paused for a moment, wanting to open her door and crawl into bed with her, dispelling all the awkwardness that had passed between them during the week.
But Helena didn't, quickly leaving Myka's door in favor of her own, slipping inside and feeling in the darkness for her bed. She stripped off her pajamas and pulled back the comforter, wanting to disappear into her covers forever. Then she heard a tiny giggle and felt the warm skin of another body in her bed.
"Myka?" she asked, blinking into the dark in surprise.
"Hey, baby," Myka responded, reaching out to pull Helena closer. "I've missed you so much this week."
"I haven't been away," Helena frowned. Even though she knew what Myka meant without asking, she still tried to play dumb, hoping the subject she had wanted to avoid wouldn't come up.
"But you haven't been here with me, either," Myka explained. "And I think I know why."
For a few moments Helena's heart beat increased, the anxious energy she had worked up over the subject now coming pouring out. Her stomach started to churn.
"Do you?" Helena responded, wishing the talking was over and she could spend the rest of the night wrapped in Mykas arms. Or tied to the headboard, either way would suit her.
"Why don't you tell me what you wanted last week?" Myka prodded, waiting patiently for an answer.
Helena knew Myka had given her the perfect opportunity to explain everything, and if she pushed it back down again she might not ever work up the courage. So she took a giant leap of faith and began. "I wanted to ask if you would..."
Myka waited patiently as always.
"If you would hurt me," Helena finally pushed out with a sigh.
"Hurt you?" Myka repeated. She wasn't sure she understood what Helena was asking. "I would never hurt you, Helena."
Helena had to smile at that, even in the dark. To know she had found such a perfect woman and that woman wanted her made her feel like nothing else ever could. "Even if I wanted you to?" She ventured uneasily.
Myka squeezed Helena tightly in her arms, "Why would you ever want that?"
This was the hard part. Helena bit her lip and knew she had to ask. "I think you've misunderstood, darling," she explained, slowly. "I want you to... man..handle...me. In bed."
Myka gave Helena a look that said, "ohh," and then she grinned. "You want me to be rough?"
Helena nodded. "When we were playing on the bed, last week, you grabbed me," Helena remembered the feeling of Myka's fingers around her wrists with pleasure. "I want you to do that again."
Myka chuckled. "Is that what you have been so nervous about? You thought I wouldn't agree?"
"I thought you might laugh, too," Helena admitted sheepishly. Now that the truth was out she felt silly for being so afraid.
"I would never laugh at you, Helena Wells," Myka promised, kissing Helena gently on the lips. "You're much too special for that."
"Thank you," Helena smiled. She was still anxious to see what Myka was going to do to her, but too shy to ask. Shyness was so unlike her, least of all when it came to making love. But Helena didn't want to make love. She wanted to fuck, and she wanted Myka to do the fucking.
Myka contemplated exactly what Helena's request meant. That she was comfortable enough in their relationship to ask at all made Myka happy. All she ever wanted was to make Helena feel loved. But this had definitely come out of left feild, and if anything Myka would have expected Helena to be the one doing the man handling.
Myka tried to pull together everything she knew about rough sex, or any kind of sex at all, unable to help feeling like Helena out classed her.
"Have you done... It before?" Myka ventured to ask. She was tracing the outlines of Helena's perfect cheeks and lips with the tips of her fingers in the dim light. The two woman lay across from each other still, Helena as comfortable as ever in Myka's arms.
"On...several occasions, yes," Helena thought back for a moment. "Probably more then I care to count," she admitted. "And then there was Mariah..."
Myka never seemed to feel jealous when Helena talked about her old conquests. Somehow 100 plus year old women were less threatening then living breathing ones. But for some reason a tiny spark of jealousy ignited deep in her chesst. "Mariah? One of your lovers?"
Helena nodded with a small smile. She heard the tiny note in Myka's voice. "She is definitely a story for another time, darling."
Myka nodded, storing that away for a rainy day. Although Helena wasn't aware, Myka had decided she had enough knowledge at hand to fulfil her lovers desires then and there, and she wasn't going to be outdone by some old lover. Plus the idea of Helena blind folded and pinned down one that was slowly starting to arouse her. Even so, she wondered exactly what Helena meant by 'rough', and decided she would find out.
"Take your clothes off?" Myka asked Helena after a moment. "I have an idea for you."
Curious as Helena was to know what Myka was planning she didn't ask. She wanted to be surprised. She wiggled out of her pants and quickly pulled her shirt up over her head, chills running down her spine in anticipation of what was to come.
There was one point that Myka was worried about: she didn't want to accidentally go too far.
"Will you tell me when to stop?" Myka asked quite seriously when Helena's skin was bare. Helena nodded, feeling her cheeks getting hot at the idea. She doubted it would come to that. "Then stand up by the bed, and close your eyes."
Helena did as she was told, closing her eyes even though she could hardly see with them open. She heard Myka moving around her room and tried to imagine what was about to happen.
Helena felt something soft and silky around her waist. She knew Myka had found one of the neck ties hanging in her closet. Myka pulled her close by the tie, kissing her roughly, their lips mashed together in a few short glorious moments. Helena's eyes were still very shut. She felt Myka grab her arms and wrap the silky tie around her wrists, tying it quickly. "Too tight?" She asked, thoughtful as
"It's good, darling," Helena answered, following as Myka pulled her towards the bed again.
"Good. Now," Myka paused, guiding Helena towards the foot of her bed. "Hold on just a moment. Don't move."
Helena waited for Myka in silence, sure that whatever the curly haired woman had cooked up would be delightful. Just the feeling of her wrists tied made her quiver. She stepped away from the bed absently.
Smack! Helena let out a yelp when Myka's hand connected with her bottom. She hadn't been swatted in ages. Literally.
"I told you not to move," Myka was behind her again.
"Mmm," she moaned as the heat from the slap radiated across her body. She hoped Myka would do it again.
"You liked that," Myka noted, more to herself than Helena. All at once Mykas body was pressed up against Helena's back, her lips trailing hot kisses down Helena's neck. Myka gently nibbled at the soft flesh of Helena's shoulder, bending her slowly over the bed. Helena wanted to turn herself and reach out to bury hands in Mykas perfect curls or tweak the nipples she felt pressed against her back, but with her hands tied she could do neither.
"Harder," Helena whispered, encouraging her lover to bite her harder than before. She hoped Myka understood the extent of her needs.
Myka did bite harder, sure this time that her teeth left marks on Helena's skin. Helena moaned, pressing her body harder against Mykas. This was going well.
"I think I am going to tie you to the headboard," Myka whispered, pulling Helena towards said object.
She had another tie ready to secure Helena in place and she did so just as gently as she had tied Helena's wrists, asking politely if the knot was too tight. Helena's heart was being so fast it felt like her circulation was cut off anyways, and she didn't care.
Myka resumed trailing kisses down Helenas neck, removing her bra slowly, reaching to feel Helena's perfect breasts as they fell from their hold. Myka squeezed them gently at first, until she remembered the game she was supposed to be playing, and squeezed harder, tugging either of Helenas tiny nipples roughly. Helena moaned, and Myka responded with a growl of her own. She was already squeezing Helena's ass, and she smacked it again for good measure.
Myka could hear Helena's anticipatory breaths and decided she wouldn't keep her waiting any longer. She spread Helena's legs apart with a knee, being sure to slide her thigh against the lovely curls of Helena's sex before sliding a hand into her folds from behind. Helena was drenched, and Myka smiled to herself at that, the gutteral moan from Helena making her own insides tremble.
Helena knew Myka was going to tease. She traced the outside of Helena's sex, playing with the dark curls she had always loved, tracing first up one side and then down the other, carefully avoiding Helena's clit. She was planning on stimulating that in other ways.
"Myka...you're making me crazy," Helena breathed from her place against the headboard. She was leaning nearly on the wall, trying her best to push her hips against Myka's fingers before she maddeningly pulled away again and again.
"I thought that's what you wanted?" Myka pretended not to understand. She smiled when Helena let out a muffled moan, realizing that she had asked to be manhandled, and all that that implied. "I know what you want, baby."
Helena wasn't able to muffle the next moan that came from her mouth as Myka sunk two fingers right into her, delving into her wetness without warning. Myka felt Helena's shock and then began to thrust deeply. Helena mastered her gasps, biting down on her lip as Myka began to fuck her. Easily, Myka added another finger, steadying her rhythm. Helena gave up trying to hold up her head, her long hair tumbling down her shoulders as she rested on the pillow. Her arms and legs were going to be useless after this. Myka was delighted at the view of Helena she was getting, all of the worries she had about giving Helena what she wanted now gone. She slapped Helena's ass again, delighting in it completely.
"Do you like that?" she asked, although Helena's sounds were enough of an answer.
"Ohh, yes, Myka," Helena breathed, her eyes closed tight. She thought she definitely would explode.
When Myka thumbed Helena's tight rosebud by accident, the sigh produced was completely surprising. Myka raised an eyebrow, wondering if Helena wanted something else. "Helena..." she started to ask when Helena had fallen silent. "Do you like that, too?"
For half a second Helena retreated into herself shyly, wanting to pull away from Myka and what was happening and hide. Then she realized she couldn't hide because she was tied to the bed, and Myka was giving her what she asked for, and it was glorious. For the first time in a very long time, she threw caution to the wind. "Yes, dreadfully so," she nearly whispered.
Myka chuckled, thinking Helena was absolutely adorable. She slowly pulled her fingers out of Helena and sunk them into her again, working Helena back to the edge of an orgasm. At the last moment, she pressed her thumb back down again.
"Bloody hell," Helena cursed, the sensations rolling through her almost too much at once. And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped. "What--?" She asked in frustration. "Myka!"
"I want to taste you," Myka explained, knowing she had left Helena right on the edge. She wanted this to be the best orgasm Helena had ever had. Better than with Mariah, although she'd never say that.
Helena shuddered when Myka pulled free and reached to untie Helena. She pulled at the ties around Helena's wrists and pulled her away from the headboard, lying her down on the bed. Helena held up her wrists to be freed completely, more then happy to forget about the rest of the bondage and fall asleep in Myka's arms.
"Those stay tied," Myka shook her head with a grin. "No touching."
"Of course," Helena looked up at Myka from beneath hooded eyes. Myka thought she looked absolutely beautiful, and she said so. "Thank you," Helena smiled.
With a chuckle Myka pinned Helena's arms above her head, taking a hardened nipple between her teeth. She bit down gently at first, listening to the moans escaping Helena's lips for her signal to continue. Helena shivered with aftershocks, already worked into another frenzy bigger than the first.
Without warning Myka ducked her head and pushed first with her lips and then her tongue against Helena's center, reveling in the woman's gasps of delight as she licked her, harder and faster then usual. Helena cried out and wriggled, burrying her tied hands in Mykas curls as she pressed her hips towards Mykas lovely mouth.
Just as rapidly as it had started, it stopped, again, and Myka pulled away completely, stepping back from the bed. "You broke my rules," she said, her voice full of desire. As much as Myka wanted to finish pleasuring Helena right then, she also wanted her lover to have everything she asked for.
"Are you going to--?" Helena was about to ask when Mykas mouth connected with the soft skin of her inner thigh. Myka bit down and Helena moaned, throwing her head back, overwhelmed by feelings and sensations. Myka slid a finger into Helena a moment later, delving into her wetness quickly. She pulled out and added another before Helena had time to respond to the first, and caught Helena's hands, pinning her down with as much force as she had during their tickle fight.
Of course, this was much different. Helena managed to beg Myka to go faster, and harder, before long moaning Mykas name into the darkness when Myka resumed her tasting. It was exactly what Helena had hoped for.
Helena nearly screamed when she came, burying her face in the pillows as she came, her body still sliding up and down in time to Myka's thrusts. She rode out the best of the aftershocks until Myka pulled her fingers out, and reached to untie her wrists. "Ohh, darling," Helena mumbled, a silly smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around Myka's shoulders, letting the curly haired woman pull her up to their pillows and into her arms. "That was amazing."
Myka blushed, still getting used to her newfound skill. "Better than Mariah?" she asked, mostly playing. Helena laughed breathlessly, and snuggled her head beneath Myka's chin.
"Infinitely better, Myka."
"I love you," Myka whispered to Helena in the dark as the sounds of their breathing becoming all that filled the midnight air.
Pairing Hg/Myka
Fandom Warehouse 13
Rating Rated M
Summary This is sorta cracky. Helena really wants Myka to do something for her...or is it to her?
Rough
Helena Grace Wells sat chewing fervently on the inside of her bottom lip, staring at the snow of the television from the couch with glassy eyes. It was obvious she was day dreaming.
She had just allowed herself to watch one of the worst television shows in history, and the only thing it did was leave her in a state of bewilderment. For a moment Helena seriously considered that the television in the B&B's living room was actually an artifact, because she was certain it had just read her mind. She was pretty sure that the new age devices couldn't normally do that.
It had all began mostly by accident. Helena was laying naked on Myka's bed one evening, lounging on her stomach with her feet kicked up in the air, twirling a bit of her hair around her fingers as she watched Myka going through her getting out of the shower routine. Myka was aware of Helena's eyes on her, and tried to pretend like it wasn't still unnerving that someone as obviously beautiful as Helena Wells wanted anything to do with Myka, much less watch her naked.
"Do you think I should dry my hair?" Myka asked, turning just in time to catch Helena with her eyes glued to her behind. She grinned and slipped into the shirt in her hands.
"Don't bother getting dressed, darling," Helena instructed, pointing a finger at Myka to make her stop. "I'm just going to take it off you in a moment."
Myka grinned and sat down on the bed beside Helena, leaning back with her head on the woman's flat stomach. Myka reached up and poked a finger between Helena's naked ribs, pleased when Helena flinched and tried to roll away. "You had better not start that again," she warned, still moving away. "I know your weaknesses just as you know mine."
Myka decided that while that was true, she still wasn't going to stop. She pursued Helena around the bed tickling her until the two of them found themselves in a rather compromising position. Helena was on all fours on the edge of the bed, her long black hair hanging down to cover her face as she struggled. Myka was on top of her, clenching Helena's wrists with strong hands as she felt the woman's behind push against her center. She tried to make Helena stop, even though she really didn't want her to.
Helena was thinking about something entirely different. She could feel the tight pinch of Myka's fingers on her arms and loved how much of her body Myka had to use to try to subdue her. It was then that Helena realized that the force Myka was using against her made her just as wet as wrestling with her naked did. She wanted to be manhandled. At the realization of this she stopped and pulled away, trying to think of something to say and some way to understand what had happened inside her mind.
Myka looked hurt when Helena finally turned to face her. She sunk down onto her knees on the bed and waited for Helena to recover from her problem, wondering what she had done wrong. She reached out and took Helena's hand in her own, noticing how tense Helena seemed to be at the moment.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Myka had asked after a few more long moments She was almost impatient to know the reason for Helena's change.
"I just wanted to ask you something and I'm not sure how you'd respond," Helena admitted freely. She already anticipated Myka's answer.
"I'm not going to freak out if that's what you're worried about," Myka promised. She followed Helena timidly across the bed and wrapped her arms around Helena's folded ones, trying her best to be easy to talk to.
Helena took and deep breath and then painted a smile on her face, turning to Myka. "Of course someone as understanding and kind as you wouldn't 'freak out', as you say," Helena kissed Myka gently on the cheek. "But don't worry, it's nothing at all."
Myka was sure Helena was lying, but she also knew that prying into the woman's thoughts wasn't guaranteed to make her spill the beans, so she let Helena sweep the subject under the rug. "Are we still going to the movies?" Myka asked timidly. "You never told me whether I should dry my hair..."
Helena chuckled and shook her head and her girlfriend who looked adorable with wet curls and a simple tee shirt. Helena adored Myka's bare legs, and what was between them. "Yes, of course we are, darling. Get dressed."
They had gone on their date and spent the night together, as planned, and Helena hadn't even given her realization a second thought, until now, almost a week later. Something on the television about having rough sex was responsible for bringing the subject up again, and now she sat on the couch trying to understand why she felt the irrepressible need for Myka to be rough with her the next time they made love. In her day that kind of thing was considered strange, even between two married people, and despite how much the times had changed, Helena wasn't sure they had changed enough to accommodate her desires.
'You're being stupid, Helena,' she chastised herself, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the cushion of the couch. She could feel herself growing aroused just from thinking about it. 'Of course Myka will do what you want her to... If only you work up the courage to ask.'
That was the hard part, Helena realized. How was it that she could collect dangerous artifacts and put herself in constant danger by doing so, and yet she couldn't ask her lover for something very simple. She mouthed the words silently to herself. "Myka. Darling. Please, will you manhandle me?"
She could barely even mouth it without bursting into a fit of embarrassment. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Why even bother..." Helena murmured to herself before leaving the room and the snowy television in favor of her own room, hoping she could sneak past Myka's door. She'd been the last one to retire to her bed that night, from the look of the hallway. If she saw Myka she knew her embarrassment would show, and she wasn't ready to face the problem yet. She needed time to talk herself into it.
The horrid part was that Myka had been able to tell something was wrong for the past few days, and ever since their date she'd been reluctant to bring it up, the subject obviously one that Helena seemed to want to avoid. And Helena did want to avoid it, but not if their relationship would suffer.
'Come on, Wells, buck up,' Helena chastised herself again, avoiding the creaky spots in the hallway floor as she passed Myka's room. The lights were off, and Helena paused for a moment, wanting to open her door and crawl into bed with her, dispelling all the awkwardness that had passed between them during the week.
But Helena didn't, quickly leaving Myka's door in favor of her own, slipping inside and feeling in the darkness for her bed. She stripped off her pajamas and pulled back the comforter, wanting to disappear into her covers forever. Then she heard a tiny giggle and felt the warm skin of another body in her bed.
"Myka?" she asked, blinking into the dark in surprise.
"Hey, baby," Myka responded, reaching out to pull Helena closer. "I've missed you so much this week."
"I haven't been away," Helena frowned. Even though she knew what Myka meant without asking, she still tried to play dumb, hoping the subject she had wanted to avoid wouldn't come up.
"But you haven't been here with me, either," Myka explained. "And I think I know why."
For a few moments Helena's heart beat increased, the anxious energy she had worked up over the subject now coming pouring out. Her stomach started to churn.
"Do you?" Helena responded, wishing the talking was over and she could spend the rest of the night wrapped in Mykas arms. Or tied to the headboard, either way would suit her.
"Why don't you tell me what you wanted last week?" Myka prodded, waiting patiently for an answer.
Helena knew Myka had given her the perfect opportunity to explain everything, and if she pushed it back down again she might not ever work up the courage. So she took a giant leap of faith and began. "I wanted to ask if you would..."
Myka waited patiently as always.
"If you would hurt me," Helena finally pushed out with a sigh.
"Hurt you?" Myka repeated. She wasn't sure she understood what Helena was asking. "I would never hurt you, Helena."
Helena had to smile at that, even in the dark. To know she had found such a perfect woman and that woman wanted her made her feel like nothing else ever could. "Even if I wanted you to?" She ventured uneasily.
Myka squeezed Helena tightly in her arms, "Why would you ever want that?"
This was the hard part. Helena bit her lip and knew she had to ask. "I think you've misunderstood, darling," she explained, slowly. "I want you to... man..handle...me. In bed."
Myka gave Helena a look that said, "ohh," and then she grinned. "You want me to be rough?"
Helena nodded. "When we were playing on the bed, last week, you grabbed me," Helena remembered the feeling of Myka's fingers around her wrists with pleasure. "I want you to do that again."
Myka chuckled. "Is that what you have been so nervous about? You thought I wouldn't agree?"
"I thought you might laugh, too," Helena admitted sheepishly. Now that the truth was out she felt silly for being so afraid.
"I would never laugh at you, Helena Wells," Myka promised, kissing Helena gently on the lips. "You're much too special for that."
"Thank you," Helena smiled. She was still anxious to see what Myka was going to do to her, but too shy to ask. Shyness was so unlike her, least of all when it came to making love. But Helena didn't want to make love. She wanted to fuck, and she wanted Myka to do the fucking.
Myka contemplated exactly what Helena's request meant. That she was comfortable enough in their relationship to ask at all made Myka happy. All she ever wanted was to make Helena feel loved. But this had definitely come out of left feild, and if anything Myka would have expected Helena to be the one doing the man handling.
Myka tried to pull together everything she knew about rough sex, or any kind of sex at all, unable to help feeling like Helena out classed her.
"Have you done... It before?" Myka ventured to ask. She was tracing the outlines of Helena's perfect cheeks and lips with the tips of her fingers in the dim light. The two woman lay across from each other still, Helena as comfortable as ever in Myka's arms.
"On...several occasions, yes," Helena thought back for a moment. "Probably more then I care to count," she admitted. "And then there was Mariah..."
Myka never seemed to feel jealous when Helena talked about her old conquests. Somehow 100 plus year old women were less threatening then living breathing ones. But for some reason a tiny spark of jealousy ignited deep in her chesst. "Mariah? One of your lovers?"
Helena nodded with a small smile. She heard the tiny note in Myka's voice. "She is definitely a story for another time, darling."
Myka nodded, storing that away for a rainy day. Although Helena wasn't aware, Myka had decided she had enough knowledge at hand to fulfil her lovers desires then and there, and she wasn't going to be outdone by some old lover. Plus the idea of Helena blind folded and pinned down one that was slowly starting to arouse her. Even so, she wondered exactly what Helena meant by 'rough', and decided she would find out.
"Take your clothes off?" Myka asked Helena after a moment. "I have an idea for you."
Curious as Helena was to know what Myka was planning she didn't ask. She wanted to be surprised. She wiggled out of her pants and quickly pulled her shirt up over her head, chills running down her spine in anticipation of what was to come.
There was one point that Myka was worried about: she didn't want to accidentally go too far.
"Will you tell me when to stop?" Myka asked quite seriously when Helena's skin was bare. Helena nodded, feeling her cheeks getting hot at the idea. She doubted it would come to that. "Then stand up by the bed, and close your eyes."
Helena did as she was told, closing her eyes even though she could hardly see with them open. She heard Myka moving around her room and tried to imagine what was about to happen.
Helena felt something soft and silky around her waist. She knew Myka had found one of the neck ties hanging in her closet. Myka pulled her close by the tie, kissing her roughly, their lips mashed together in a few short glorious moments. Helena's eyes were still very shut. She felt Myka grab her arms and wrap the silky tie around her wrists, tying it quickly. "Too tight?" She asked, thoughtful as
"It's good, darling," Helena answered, following as Myka pulled her towards the bed again.
"Good. Now," Myka paused, guiding Helena towards the foot of her bed. "Hold on just a moment. Don't move."
Helena waited for Myka in silence, sure that whatever the curly haired woman had cooked up would be delightful. Just the feeling of her wrists tied made her quiver. She stepped away from the bed absently.
Smack! Helena let out a yelp when Myka's hand connected with her bottom. She hadn't been swatted in ages. Literally.
"I told you not to move," Myka was behind her again.
"Mmm," she moaned as the heat from the slap radiated across her body. She hoped Myka would do it again.
"You liked that," Myka noted, more to herself than Helena. All at once Mykas body was pressed up against Helena's back, her lips trailing hot kisses down Helena's neck. Myka gently nibbled at the soft flesh of Helena's shoulder, bending her slowly over the bed. Helena wanted to turn herself and reach out to bury hands in Mykas perfect curls or tweak the nipples she felt pressed against her back, but with her hands tied she could do neither.
"Harder," Helena whispered, encouraging her lover to bite her harder than before. She hoped Myka understood the extent of her needs.
Myka did bite harder, sure this time that her teeth left marks on Helena's skin. Helena moaned, pressing her body harder against Mykas. This was going well.
"I think I am going to tie you to the headboard," Myka whispered, pulling Helena towards said object.
She had another tie ready to secure Helena in place and she did so just as gently as she had tied Helena's wrists, asking politely if the knot was too tight. Helena's heart was being so fast it felt like her circulation was cut off anyways, and she didn't care.
Myka resumed trailing kisses down Helenas neck, removing her bra slowly, reaching to feel Helena's perfect breasts as they fell from their hold. Myka squeezed them gently at first, until she remembered the game she was supposed to be playing, and squeezed harder, tugging either of Helenas tiny nipples roughly. Helena moaned, and Myka responded with a growl of her own. She was already squeezing Helena's ass, and she smacked it again for good measure.
Myka could hear Helena's anticipatory breaths and decided she wouldn't keep her waiting any longer. She spread Helena's legs apart with a knee, being sure to slide her thigh against the lovely curls of Helena's sex before sliding a hand into her folds from behind. Helena was drenched, and Myka smiled to herself at that, the gutteral moan from Helena making her own insides tremble.
Helena knew Myka was going to tease. She traced the outside of Helena's sex, playing with the dark curls she had always loved, tracing first up one side and then down the other, carefully avoiding Helena's clit. She was planning on stimulating that in other ways.
"Myka...you're making me crazy," Helena breathed from her place against the headboard. She was leaning nearly on the wall, trying her best to push her hips against Myka's fingers before she maddeningly pulled away again and again.
"I thought that's what you wanted?" Myka pretended not to understand. She smiled when Helena let out a muffled moan, realizing that she had asked to be manhandled, and all that that implied. "I know what you want, baby."
Helena wasn't able to muffle the next moan that came from her mouth as Myka sunk two fingers right into her, delving into her wetness without warning. Myka felt Helena's shock and then began to thrust deeply. Helena mastered her gasps, biting down on her lip as Myka began to fuck her. Easily, Myka added another finger, steadying her rhythm. Helena gave up trying to hold up her head, her long hair tumbling down her shoulders as she rested on the pillow. Her arms and legs were going to be useless after this. Myka was delighted at the view of Helena she was getting, all of the worries she had about giving Helena what she wanted now gone. She slapped Helena's ass again, delighting in it completely.
"Do you like that?" she asked, although Helena's sounds were enough of an answer.
"Ohh, yes, Myka," Helena breathed, her eyes closed tight. She thought she definitely would explode.
When Myka thumbed Helena's tight rosebud by accident, the sigh produced was completely surprising. Myka raised an eyebrow, wondering if Helena wanted something else. "Helena..." she started to ask when Helena had fallen silent. "Do you like that, too?"
For half a second Helena retreated into herself shyly, wanting to pull away from Myka and what was happening and hide. Then she realized she couldn't hide because she was tied to the bed, and Myka was giving her what she asked for, and it was glorious. For the first time in a very long time, she threw caution to the wind. "Yes, dreadfully so," she nearly whispered.
Myka chuckled, thinking Helena was absolutely adorable. She slowly pulled her fingers out of Helena and sunk them into her again, working Helena back to the edge of an orgasm. At the last moment, she pressed her thumb back down again.
"Bloody hell," Helena cursed, the sensations rolling through her almost too much at once. And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped. "What--?" She asked in frustration. "Myka!"
"I want to taste you," Myka explained, knowing she had left Helena right on the edge. She wanted this to be the best orgasm Helena had ever had. Better than with Mariah, although she'd never say that.
Helena shuddered when Myka pulled free and reached to untie Helena. She pulled at the ties around Helena's wrists and pulled her away from the headboard, lying her down on the bed. Helena held up her wrists to be freed completely, more then happy to forget about the rest of the bondage and fall asleep in Myka's arms.
"Those stay tied," Myka shook her head with a grin. "No touching."
"Of course," Helena looked up at Myka from beneath hooded eyes. Myka thought she looked absolutely beautiful, and she said so. "Thank you," Helena smiled.
With a chuckle Myka pinned Helena's arms above her head, taking a hardened nipple between her teeth. She bit down gently at first, listening to the moans escaping Helena's lips for her signal to continue. Helena shivered with aftershocks, already worked into another frenzy bigger than the first.
Without warning Myka ducked her head and pushed first with her lips and then her tongue against Helena's center, reveling in the woman's gasps of delight as she licked her, harder and faster then usual. Helena cried out and wriggled, burrying her tied hands in Mykas curls as she pressed her hips towards Mykas lovely mouth.
Just as rapidly as it had started, it stopped, again, and Myka pulled away completely, stepping back from the bed. "You broke my rules," she said, her voice full of desire. As much as Myka wanted to finish pleasuring Helena right then, she also wanted her lover to have everything she asked for.
"Are you going to--?" Helena was about to ask when Mykas mouth connected with the soft skin of her inner thigh. Myka bit down and Helena moaned, throwing her head back, overwhelmed by feelings and sensations. Myka slid a finger into Helena a moment later, delving into her wetness quickly. She pulled out and added another before Helena had time to respond to the first, and caught Helena's hands, pinning her down with as much force as she had during their tickle fight.
Of course, this was much different. Helena managed to beg Myka to go faster, and harder, before long moaning Mykas name into the darkness when Myka resumed her tasting. It was exactly what Helena had hoped for.
Helena nearly screamed when she came, burying her face in the pillows as she came, her body still sliding up and down in time to Myka's thrusts. She rode out the best of the aftershocks until Myka pulled her fingers out, and reached to untie her wrists. "Ohh, darling," Helena mumbled, a silly smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around Myka's shoulders, letting the curly haired woman pull her up to their pillows and into her arms. "That was amazing."
Myka blushed, still getting used to her newfound skill. "Better than Mariah?" she asked, mostly playing. Helena laughed breathlessly, and snuggled her head beneath Myka's chin.
"Infinitely better, Myka."
"I love you," Myka whispered to Helena in the dark as the sounds of their breathing becoming all that filled the midnight air.