Little Black Ball -- HG/Myka
Title. Little Black Ball
Pairing. Hg/Myka of course.
Rated. R, nc17
Note. This is pure smut. Maybe a single line of fluff, but mostly smut. Enjoy!
Myka kicked the covers off her legs for the second time that night, flopping onto her back with a sigh. It had never been this hard before, and she hated the reason why.
She pulled her hand from beneath the waistband of her boxer shorts with a sigh, finally giving up. Every time she tried she could only picture Helena. Helena’s dark eyes and charming smile, the way she watched Myka, the way she spoke.
“Ughh!” Myka let out a frustrated groan. She was stuck in a catch 22; the more she thought about Helena, the more horny she became, but the more she tried to masturbate, the more she thought about Helena and wished she was there. And Helena couldn’t be there.
Could she?
No, no no no, no, Myka told herself. No. It’s against the rules.
But now that the idea had taken hold Myka couldn’t think of anything else. She was sure that sneaking out of the B&B would be easy enough, and getting Helena’s ball wouldn’t be a challenge. But there was the question of Helena, of course. How could Myka twist her prison and bring the hologram to life, and then explain that she was horny, and wanted Helena to help her.
Help her get off.
“No,” Myka said aloud, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Just the thought was crippling enough, and she couldn’t imagine actually having to do it.
But it was already three in the morning. And she had a feeling that Helena would at least be graceful with her refusal. And she was so horny that maybe a trip to the warehouse would cool her off. And just seeing Helena would be lovely.
So twenty minutes later Myka wrapped her coat around herself, protecting the ball in her pocket as she snuck back up the stairs towards her room. If she missed the creaking floorboard by her door she would be home free.
Home free with Helena Wells in her pocket.
Myka locked her bedroom door behind her and tore off her jacket, holding HG's prison in her hands. Now that she had it she wasn't sure if she was going to open it and let Helena into her room. She wasn't sure if Helena was going to laugh at her, or be angry or protest and refuse to comply with her wishes.
There’s only one way to find out...
Myka twisted it open and watched as the light of Helena's consciousness projected outward. The woman of Myka's dreams materialized before her, and Myka had to stifle a gasp. Helena was dressed in clothes for sleeping -- if they could be called clothes -- her white camisole barely reaching down to the waistline of her underwear. Myka saw a peek of creamy skin and gorgeous long legs and wanted to touch Helena, wanted to feel how smooth she was, and most of all wanted to kiss her.
"Myka, are you alright?" Helena took a step towards Myka after realizing that Myka was staring at her naked legs. Helena’s shock at being called upon in the middle of the night had been evident in the worried look on her face, but she slowly started to understand that Myka wasn’t in danger. She reached out a hand although she knew that Myka would never feel her, the tingling feeling as her fingers passed through Myka's one she would never get used to. "What's happened?"
Myka pursed her lips as she stared at Helena, trying to keep herself from saying something she would regret. She turned away from Helena and folded her arms across her chest, realizing that just seeing Helena aroused her, and no matter how she felt about what had passed between them, her nipples had a mind of their own. Helena stepped closer to Myka, hovering fingers just over her shoulder. She wanted to reach around and wrap her hands around Myka's waist, hold her close, smell her lovely hair and leave kisses on her neck. But she couldn't.
Myka turned around, face to face with Helena, the ache between her legs more then she could handle. "Helena I need something-"
"Anything," Helena was quick to agree, hoping she could somehow make up for not truly being there when Myka needed her. "Name your wish, darling."
"I..." Myka faltered on the edge of possibility, watching as Helena studied her face. "I need you."
Helena blinked, not sure if she understood, but from the flushed look on Myka's face and dark desire in Myka’s eyes she guessed what she was needed for. "You need me?"
Myka wished she could kiss Helena just then instead of fumble through an explanation, and for not the first time she thought how impossible making love to Helena was. "I want you."
Helena studied the need written on Myka's face and then sighed. "What do you propose we do? I can't exactly touch you, darling." She didn't mention the fact that she hadn't expected Myka would ever want to be touched by her after everything that had happened. She'd been depressed for days after the last time Myka had shut her off, the unspoken words between them hard for Helena to forget.
"I know," Myka bit her bottom lip, forced to think on her feet. "Will you talk...dirty, to me?"
Helena couldn't stop her mouth from hanging open. Claudia had once explained what talking dirty was after they’d watched an interesting sort of movie on the television. Of course, then, Helena had only imagined, and never even hoped that she would get the chance to say such things to Myka, or rather whisper them to her beneath the sheets, but that had never happened.
And now she couldn't imagine this was anything but a dream. Myka looked at the surprised holograph of a woman and closed her eyes, the crashing wave of rejection that flowed through her more then she could bear. She turned away, ready to grab the black ball and slam it closed, ready to retreat back from her pain and never give Helena another chance.
But before she could go for the ball Helena was in front of her, having walked through her, holding up her hands to stop Myka from sending her away. "Myka, I didn't say I wouldn't," Helena responded softly.
Myka's head snapped up and she frowned, feeling embarrassed. She felt the need to explain herself but didn't know where to begin. "Helena, I-"
"It's alright, darling," Helena interrupted her with half a smile. "You don't have to explain, I understand."
"You understand?" Myka echoed, unsure.
"Myka I lay awake at night thinking of you,” Helena admitted, quite a lot less shyly than she had imagined she would. “My keeper says that I mumble your name in my sleep, which I can only imagine to be true because I dream of you almost every time I sleep.”
Helena hung her head in what Myka realized was shame. “This is probably nothing more then a dream,” Helena said in little more than a whisper, “And I would do anything even now to please you.”
Myka took a tentative step closer to Helena, reaching out to grasp the woman’s holographic hand. Helena felt the tingling and looked up. “This isn’t a dream, Helena,” Myka offered with half a smile. “And I dream about you, too.”
Helena returned Myka’s smile with a cautious one of her own, feeling the smallest glimmer of hope spark to life inside her chest. “How dirty do you want me to talk, exactly?”
Myka chuckled, this time smiling completely before turning to sit down on her bed. She motioned for Helena to join her, before remembering that the woman could not even sit. “I’ll fall right through,” Helena explained with a sigh. She stood beside Myka’s bed, trying not to look awkward.
“I just love hearing you talk,” Myka answered the previous question, her resolve having grown since when she first commandeered Helena’s ball. “You could probably read the dictionary and get me off.”
“Get you off,” Helena repeated, storing away the turn of phrase for another time. It needed no explanation. “Well certainly I’ll read whatever you like. Or,” Helena bent to kneel beside Myka’s bed on her knees, “I can be a little more creative.”
Myka thought she would explode at just hearing Helena tease her. She grabbed her pillow and hid her face in the soft pillowcase, wishing she could control her blushing. “Creative, please,” she mumbled from behind the mask of sacked feathers.
Helena smiled to see how shy Myka was; she found it endearing. “Lie back then, darling,” Helena licked her lips, trying to come up with something impressive to begin with. “Just imagine that I’m here with you, in the flesh.”
Myka nodded and closed her eyes, laying down on top of her sheets with her pillow still covering her shy smile.
“Think of how I’m watching you,” Helena settled into place on the floor, “Watching your beautiful body as you lay in bed, and think of how I will touch you. Feel me caress your body, planting tiny kisses on your ankle, your knee, your thigh...". Helena's voice trailed off as she moved closer to the bed. Myka only then grew bold enough to slide her hand back into her shorts.
"Your womanhood, in all its glory, your secret treasure. I'm pinching your lovely breasts, first one, and then the other, circling your nipples slowly, driving you mad. And I'm spreading your legs," Myka opened her legs much to Helena's delight, "and dipping a finger inside your warmth, teasing your little button, first with a finger, then my mouth. Can you feel that, darling?"
Myka nodded, breathing faster now as she flicked two fingers over her clit, imagining Helena's head between her legs. "More," Myka breathed. It was certainly working.
"I'm sliding inside you darling, and your so wet," Helena continued. She'd started to get more then a little bothered at the sight of Myka pleasuring herself. It was more then she had ever dreamed. "Two fingers, pressing in...and out...and in, and out," Helena leaned close enough to whisper this in Myka's ear. "And then another. I'm filling you, Myka. I'm tasting you, I'm licking and sucking and biting."
Myka let out a soft moan as she worked herself almost to the edge, Helena's words weaving like a spell over her body.
Helena watched in mesmerized silence as Myka writhed on the mattress, her beautiful green eyes closed and luscious lips parted, and she couldn't help but reach out and place a hand on Myka's cheek.
Myka's eyes snapped open at the touch, and when Helena saw the reaction, and felt more then an odd tingling, but Mykas soft skin beneath her fingertips, she immediately rose and added her own hand to Myka's working one.
"You can feel me?" she asked with wide eyes, as Myka let out another moan and then a gasp as Helena did fill her, bringing her to the edge and over in moments.
Myka cried out Helena's name as she came, lingering on the last syllable a moment longer than usual. It was not until she felt Helena remove her fingers and gently caress the side of her face that she opened her eyes, looking up into Helena's dark eyes with the same shy smile.
"I won't ever be able to touch myself again without your help," Myka breathed, half serious. Helena found that although she could not sit on the bed, Myka could still feel her touch, and she took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"That can certainly be arranged, darling," she responded, feeling altogether flushed. Myka watched her bite her bottom lip in hesitation.
"What is it?"
"Can I stay?" Helena blurted out, before she had a chance to think. "Please, until you fall asleep, can I stay?"
Myka studied Helena's face and for a moment she saw more then just the longing that was written in the darkness of her eyes. Somewhere in the slight curve of her lips or the soft angle of her brow, or the way she took Myka's hand and brought it to her lips to kiss it, Myka saw love.
Myka would never have said no, not to that. Not to their love.
Pairing. Hg/Myka of course.
Rated. R, nc17
Note. This is pure smut. Maybe a single line of fluff, but mostly smut. Enjoy!
Myka kicked the covers off her legs for the second time that night, flopping onto her back with a sigh. It had never been this hard before, and she hated the reason why.
She pulled her hand from beneath the waistband of her boxer shorts with a sigh, finally giving up. Every time she tried she could only picture Helena. Helena’s dark eyes and charming smile, the way she watched Myka, the way she spoke.
“Ughh!” Myka let out a frustrated groan. She was stuck in a catch 22; the more she thought about Helena, the more horny she became, but the more she tried to masturbate, the more she thought about Helena and wished she was there. And Helena couldn’t be there.
Could she?
No, no no no, no, Myka told herself. No. It’s against the rules.
But now that the idea had taken hold Myka couldn’t think of anything else. She was sure that sneaking out of the B&B would be easy enough, and getting Helena’s ball wouldn’t be a challenge. But there was the question of Helena, of course. How could Myka twist her prison and bring the hologram to life, and then explain that she was horny, and wanted Helena to help her.
Help her get off.
“No,” Myka said aloud, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Just the thought was crippling enough, and she couldn’t imagine actually having to do it.
But it was already three in the morning. And she had a feeling that Helena would at least be graceful with her refusal. And she was so horny that maybe a trip to the warehouse would cool her off. And just seeing Helena would be lovely.
So twenty minutes later Myka wrapped her coat around herself, protecting the ball in her pocket as she snuck back up the stairs towards her room. If she missed the creaking floorboard by her door she would be home free.
Home free with Helena Wells in her pocket.
Myka locked her bedroom door behind her and tore off her jacket, holding HG's prison in her hands. Now that she had it she wasn't sure if she was going to open it and let Helena into her room. She wasn't sure if Helena was going to laugh at her, or be angry or protest and refuse to comply with her wishes.
There’s only one way to find out...
Myka twisted it open and watched as the light of Helena's consciousness projected outward. The woman of Myka's dreams materialized before her, and Myka had to stifle a gasp. Helena was dressed in clothes for sleeping -- if they could be called clothes -- her white camisole barely reaching down to the waistline of her underwear. Myka saw a peek of creamy skin and gorgeous long legs and wanted to touch Helena, wanted to feel how smooth she was, and most of all wanted to kiss her.
"Myka, are you alright?" Helena took a step towards Myka after realizing that Myka was staring at her naked legs. Helena’s shock at being called upon in the middle of the night had been evident in the worried look on her face, but she slowly started to understand that Myka wasn’t in danger. She reached out a hand although she knew that Myka would never feel her, the tingling feeling as her fingers passed through Myka's one she would never get used to. "What's happened?"
Myka pursed her lips as she stared at Helena, trying to keep herself from saying something she would regret. She turned away from Helena and folded her arms across her chest, realizing that just seeing Helena aroused her, and no matter how she felt about what had passed between them, her nipples had a mind of their own. Helena stepped closer to Myka, hovering fingers just over her shoulder. She wanted to reach around and wrap her hands around Myka's waist, hold her close, smell her lovely hair and leave kisses on her neck. But she couldn't.
Myka turned around, face to face with Helena, the ache between her legs more then she could handle. "Helena I need something-"
"Anything," Helena was quick to agree, hoping she could somehow make up for not truly being there when Myka needed her. "Name your wish, darling."
"I..." Myka faltered on the edge of possibility, watching as Helena studied her face. "I need you."
Helena blinked, not sure if she understood, but from the flushed look on Myka's face and dark desire in Myka’s eyes she guessed what she was needed for. "You need me?"
Myka wished she could kiss Helena just then instead of fumble through an explanation, and for not the first time she thought how impossible making love to Helena was. "I want you."
Helena studied the need written on Myka's face and then sighed. "What do you propose we do? I can't exactly touch you, darling." She didn't mention the fact that she hadn't expected Myka would ever want to be touched by her after everything that had happened. She'd been depressed for days after the last time Myka had shut her off, the unspoken words between them hard for Helena to forget.
"I know," Myka bit her bottom lip, forced to think on her feet. "Will you talk...dirty, to me?"
Helena couldn't stop her mouth from hanging open. Claudia had once explained what talking dirty was after they’d watched an interesting sort of movie on the television. Of course, then, Helena had only imagined, and never even hoped that she would get the chance to say such things to Myka, or rather whisper them to her beneath the sheets, but that had never happened.
And now she couldn't imagine this was anything but a dream. Myka looked at the surprised holograph of a woman and closed her eyes, the crashing wave of rejection that flowed through her more then she could bear. She turned away, ready to grab the black ball and slam it closed, ready to retreat back from her pain and never give Helena another chance.
But before she could go for the ball Helena was in front of her, having walked through her, holding up her hands to stop Myka from sending her away. "Myka, I didn't say I wouldn't," Helena responded softly.
Myka's head snapped up and she frowned, feeling embarrassed. She felt the need to explain herself but didn't know where to begin. "Helena, I-"
"It's alright, darling," Helena interrupted her with half a smile. "You don't have to explain, I understand."
"You understand?" Myka echoed, unsure.
"Myka I lay awake at night thinking of you,” Helena admitted, quite a lot less shyly than she had imagined she would. “My keeper says that I mumble your name in my sleep, which I can only imagine to be true because I dream of you almost every time I sleep.”
Helena hung her head in what Myka realized was shame. “This is probably nothing more then a dream,” Helena said in little more than a whisper, “And I would do anything even now to please you.”
Myka took a tentative step closer to Helena, reaching out to grasp the woman’s holographic hand. Helena felt the tingling and looked up. “This isn’t a dream, Helena,” Myka offered with half a smile. “And I dream about you, too.”
Helena returned Myka’s smile with a cautious one of her own, feeling the smallest glimmer of hope spark to life inside her chest. “How dirty do you want me to talk, exactly?”
Myka chuckled, this time smiling completely before turning to sit down on her bed. She motioned for Helena to join her, before remembering that the woman could not even sit. “I’ll fall right through,” Helena explained with a sigh. She stood beside Myka’s bed, trying not to look awkward.
“I just love hearing you talk,” Myka answered the previous question, her resolve having grown since when she first commandeered Helena’s ball. “You could probably read the dictionary and get me off.”
“Get you off,” Helena repeated, storing away the turn of phrase for another time. It needed no explanation. “Well certainly I’ll read whatever you like. Or,” Helena bent to kneel beside Myka’s bed on her knees, “I can be a little more creative.”
Myka thought she would explode at just hearing Helena tease her. She grabbed her pillow and hid her face in the soft pillowcase, wishing she could control her blushing. “Creative, please,” she mumbled from behind the mask of sacked feathers.
Helena smiled to see how shy Myka was; she found it endearing. “Lie back then, darling,” Helena licked her lips, trying to come up with something impressive to begin with. “Just imagine that I’m here with you, in the flesh.”
Myka nodded and closed her eyes, laying down on top of her sheets with her pillow still covering her shy smile.
“Think of how I’m watching you,” Helena settled into place on the floor, “Watching your beautiful body as you lay in bed, and think of how I will touch you. Feel me caress your body, planting tiny kisses on your ankle, your knee, your thigh...". Helena's voice trailed off as she moved closer to the bed. Myka only then grew bold enough to slide her hand back into her shorts.
"Your womanhood, in all its glory, your secret treasure. I'm pinching your lovely breasts, first one, and then the other, circling your nipples slowly, driving you mad. And I'm spreading your legs," Myka opened her legs much to Helena's delight, "and dipping a finger inside your warmth, teasing your little button, first with a finger, then my mouth. Can you feel that, darling?"
Myka nodded, breathing faster now as she flicked two fingers over her clit, imagining Helena's head between her legs. "More," Myka breathed. It was certainly working.
"I'm sliding inside you darling, and your so wet," Helena continued. She'd started to get more then a little bothered at the sight of Myka pleasuring herself. It was more then she had ever dreamed. "Two fingers, pressing in...and out...and in, and out," Helena leaned close enough to whisper this in Myka's ear. "And then another. I'm filling you, Myka. I'm tasting you, I'm licking and sucking and biting."
Myka let out a soft moan as she worked herself almost to the edge, Helena's words weaving like a spell over her body.
Helena watched in mesmerized silence as Myka writhed on the mattress, her beautiful green eyes closed and luscious lips parted, and she couldn't help but reach out and place a hand on Myka's cheek.
Myka's eyes snapped open at the touch, and when Helena saw the reaction, and felt more then an odd tingling, but Mykas soft skin beneath her fingertips, she immediately rose and added her own hand to Myka's working one.
"You can feel me?" she asked with wide eyes, as Myka let out another moan and then a gasp as Helena did fill her, bringing her to the edge and over in moments.
Myka cried out Helena's name as she came, lingering on the last syllable a moment longer than usual. It was not until she felt Helena remove her fingers and gently caress the side of her face that she opened her eyes, looking up into Helena's dark eyes with the same shy smile.
"I won't ever be able to touch myself again without your help," Myka breathed, half serious. Helena found that although she could not sit on the bed, Myka could still feel her touch, and she took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"That can certainly be arranged, darling," she responded, feeling altogether flushed. Myka watched her bite her bottom lip in hesitation.
"What is it?"
"Can I stay?" Helena blurted out, before she had a chance to think. "Please, until you fall asleep, can I stay?"
Myka studied Helena's face and for a moment she saw more then just the longing that was written in the darkness of her eyes. Somewhere in the slight curve of her lips or the soft angle of her brow, or the way she took Myka's hand and brought it to her lips to kiss it, Myka saw love.
Myka would never have said no, not to that. Not to their love.