st. paddy's day fic
this was an insistence of helena the muse. and then i said, okay, i'll write it, but it will be fluff. helena the muse smiled coyly and said okay....
yeah, we know helena don't we?
i had a clever intro for this but i forget it. just have fun with it, it's THE GREENEST DAY OF THE YEAR!!!!!!
seriously, i fucking love this holiday.
i was supposed to dedicate something to magicmumu, but i don't remember what it was. so i'm gonna say it's this. :D
Just A Pinch
Myka pulled a kelly green shirt over her head. Helena watched her as she buttoned up her royal blue shirt. "Is that new?"
Myka moved to stand in front of Helena and took over the buttoning. "Yes." Myka smiled.
Helena rested her hands on Myka's hips. "I like it, it brings out your eyes." Helena studied Myka's face with a smile.
Myka finished and looked up at Helena. "Thank you." Her grin quirked and something playful sparked in her eyes. "Blue looks really good on you. Especially this shade. You should wear it more often."
Helena kissed her sweetly. "Anything for you my darling." Myka grinned wildly at her, a familiar gleam in her eyes. Helena was curious, but would let Myka play her game; it was rather adorable.
Helena leaned against the card catalogue checking over her inventory list. Pete and Claudia whispered conspiratorially to each other by Claudia's computer. She had a green streak in her hair and he wore an old green T shirt with a faded 4 on the chest. And Leena had been wearing a light green top that Helena had noticed matched Myka's eyes. Helena was beginning to feel a little out of the loop. She forced back her fears and worry of repudiation by telling herself it was for Myka. Artie came in and Helena surveyed him quickly; he wore no green. What was going on?
"Hey Claud, HG's not wearing green." Pete whispered.
Claudia glanced over casually. He was right, and there was a punishment for such a crime today. She smirked at Pete sideways. "I dare you to pinch her," she goaded him quietly.
"No way, man." Pete shook his head. "Between her and Myka, nuh uh. I like breathing too much." Claudia laughed. "Myka was very clear-hands off Helena today. No one is allowed to pinch, poke, tease or mention what today is and why we're all wearing green."
Claudia smiled. "I didn't get all that. All she told me was to keep shush about the green thing." Claudia laughed and poked him in the arm. "You got special instructions cuz you're the problem child."
Pete huffed and crossed his arms in a pout. Until Artie came in not wearing green. "Oooh."
"Pete." Claudia's voice was heavy with worry. "What are you gonna do?"
He grinned. "Nobody said anything about not pinching Artie."
Claudia looked over Artie-no green. She grinned along with Pete. "Sure didn't."
Artie looked over at the pair of them. "What are you two jackals grinning about?"
Claudia jumped up. "Oh, nothing, just..." She looked around the room aimlessly, glancing at HG-she didn't seem to be paying attention to them. Claudia narrowed her gaze on Artie, holding up her hands like pincers.
"What is that? What are you doing?"
"You know." Claudia pinched her fingers at him. She advanced on him and he retreated. Pete jumped up and cut him off from behind.
"Claudia, I'm warning you. You will get filing for a week. A month!" He added as she got closer.
Undeterred, Claudia closed in and pinched him up and down both arms. He barked and ranted at her assault. Pete came up and pinched Artie on the ass. He squeaked and jumped. "I told you not to touch me there." Pete laughed in response.
Helena leaned her shoulder against the small drawers. She had been watching the others and was beginning to feel very left out. They had been talking about her, that was clear and now they were all sharing in something and refused to tell her what it was. Feeling the ostracization beginning to overwhelm her, she decided being alone was better. She dropped the clipboard in her hand onto the table. "I'm going to check on an artifact." Her voice was cool and even, but sharp. It felt like a razor as it cut through the air.
The three of them all froze as HG strode out of the room with an overstrong sense of pride. "Uh oh. Myka's got some 'splainin' to do," Pete cringed.
"I think that was kinda our fault." Claudia fell back into her chair.
"What just happened?" Artie looked down at the two of them now feeling guilty and upset.
"Myka didn't talk to you?" Pete asked.
"About what?"
"You do know what today is, right?" Claudia asked.
"Thursday."
"St. Patrick's Day." Pete reminded him.
"And Myka didn't want HG to know about the wearing green thing." Claudia added.
Pete grinned. "Cuz she wants to get pinches in on that bootay of HG's."
"Pete," Claudia groaned.
"What? It's true and you know it. I wouldn't mind getting a pinch or two myself."
"Which is why Myka told you 'hands off bub.'"
"Children." He paused for them to be quiet. "Why is she upset?"
Claudia sighed, a wave of guilt and sympathy washing over her. "Because she doesn't know what's going on...because she was, you know-not around."
"She's left out of the game," Pete threw in.
Artie sat down. "Ah." He stared out the window for a moment. "Where is Myka?" He asked, turning his attention back to them.
Claudia waved her hand toward the warehouse. "Out there someplace."
Myka placed a pair of shiny black knee high boots on their shelf. Spring-heeled Jack's boots had a way of wandering about on their own. Most often found in the rafters or on top of shelves. They would certainly make getting around the warehouse a lot easier. If only they didn't have a mind of their own. Myka didn't really mind chasing down this particular ill-behaved artifact though; they reminded her of Helena.
The familiar sound of Helena's boots on the hard floor breached the silence. Myka grinned instinctively. Helena stalked past her with an obvious sulk, she didn't even notice Myka. She was not allowed to sulk.
Myka followed her until she stopped to check an artifact. She paused while Helena checked it over, careful not to startle her into accidentally triggering the item. Helena punched her code into the log and leaned sideways against the shelf with a sigh. Myka frowned and moved forward, sneaking up behind her lover. She bit her lip to stifle a laugh and pinched her hard on the ass and tried to wrap her arm around Helena's waist, but she yelped and jumped away turning to swing at whatever was assaulting her. Luckily, Myka was almost as fast as Helena and managed to catch her arm.
Helena yanked her arm out of Myka's grasp. "What is with all this pinching nonsense?" She snapped at Myka.
Maybe not telling her was a mistake, she didn't have any green to wear anyway. Myka took a step toward her, but Helena turned away. Myka cringed. "I'm sorry, Helena. I asked the others not to say anything. I thought," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about how you'd feel."
Helena slumped her shoulders. "About what?"
Myka came up behind her and wrapped her arms around Helena's waist, resting her chin on HG's shoulder. Helena leaned into her ever so slightly. "About being left out of the gag."
"What gag?" The anger and spite was gone from her voice, but in their place was a delicate sadness.
"On St. Patrick's Day it's customary to wear green. And if you don't, the punishment is a pinch." Myka pinched Helena's side as lightly as possible.
"That's why Claudia and Pete went after Artie. And why everyone but me is wearing green." There was almost a pout in her voice.
Myka kissed her cheek. "Well, if they went after him, then Artie wasn't wearing green either."
"You would have let Pete dole out my torture?"
Myka laughed and hugged Helena tighter. "I told him very specifically not to touch you." Helena sunk into Myka. "Besides, he'd be way too afraid of you kicking his ass. And then me kicking his ass." Myka smiled. "You're all mine and they know it." Helena finally smiled, even if it was just a little one. Myka slid her hand down and caressed Helena's butt where she'd pinched her. "I just wanted to be able to pinch this all day and get away with it."
Helena chuckled. "You don't need a special holiday for that."
Myka grinned. "Good to know." She held Helena in her arms for a time, enjoying her warmth and touch. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Helena." Myka kissed her neck. She squeezed Helena's ass gently. "Let me make it up to you," Myka whispered huskily into her ear; she nibbled on the edge of it.
Helena smiled and closed her eyes. "And just how," she gasped quietly when Myka ran her tongue down her neck. "Would you do that? My feelings were hurt very deeply. It would take a lot to make it up to me."
"I know." Myka pushed the collar of Helena's shirt down so she could kiss along her shoulder. She rubbed Helena's ass before slipping her hand down between her thighs. Helena groaned as Myka's fingers pressed between her cheeks. "I can't do that here, I'm sorry." Myka rubbed her fingers over the sensitive spot through Helena's jeans.
Helena bit her lip. "I know," she took a ragged breath. "But it still feels good."
"I know." Myka nipped at Helena's neck.
Helena leaned harder into Myka. "Myka..."
"Yes?"
Helena turned in her arms and kissed Myka deeply. She held the back of Myka's head, her fingers buried deep in her curls. Myka pushed Helena gently back up against the shelf. She pressed her body against the other woman's, feeling every curve. It was magnificent how they fit together. Myka slid her hands around Helena's waist to undo her jeans. She moved them up to unbutton HG's shirt. Helena gasped as Myka broke their kiss. She kept her hands around the back of Myka's neck as the woman began kissing down her chest. Slow kisses on her collarbone were quickly driving Helena mad. Myka caressed Helena's breast through her silk bra. The woman had taken to lingerie very well, much to Myka's delight. Helena made noises ranging from pleasure to frustration, but Myka knew each and could read the code they spelled. With a smirk, Myka slipped her hand inside Helena's bra and teased her nipple. Helena tilted her head back as Myka rolled the nipple between her fingers; Myka pushed her bra down until it no longer covered the supple skin. She grinned and wrapped her lips around the rosy flesh. Helena's hands gripped in her hair, tugging at the roots gently. "Oh God, Myka. You always feel so good."
Myka released Helena's nipple with a soft tug from her teeth. She moved back up kissing Helena's neck, to whisper in her ear. "That's because I love you." Myka brushed her hand down Helena's stomach and inside her soft panties. Helena's breath caught in her throat as Myka's fingers slid inside her. "And I know exactly how to touch you."
Helena moaned. "That you do darling." Her hips moved against Myka's hand. "So...well."
Myka chuckled softly against Helena's neck. "I do enjoy the practice I get."
Myka's fingers circled Helena's clit. "Oh God," HG choked out. "Myka." Helena pulled her girlfriend away from her neck and kissed her desperately. She ran her tongue over Myka's lips; Myka's stomach dropped at the feeling. She greeted Helena's tongue and felt her gasp quietly.
Myka could feel Helena building and pulled away from her lips. Helena protested with desperation. "Shhh," Myka assured her with a smile. Helena whimpered, but trusted her. Myka kissed along Helena's neck while she sped her fingers' rhythm. Helena gripped at her roughly, feeling like she was about to burst. Myka traced patterns along Helena's shoulder with her tongue. She circled Helena's clit again, pushing her to the edge. As Helena climbed swiftly to the peak of passion, Myka sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Helena howled as she was completely unhinged by Myka's touch.
When Helena's grip on her neck and back relaxed, Myka let go and kissed the small bruise her bite left. "Do you forgive me for not telling you?"
Helena laughed and looked into Myka's bright green eyes. "My sweet Myka," she touched her cheek gently. "I could forgive you anything." Helena kissed Myka tenderly. She grinned, afterglow still coloring her cheeks. "Especially if that is how you seek absolution."
Myka laughed. "I'll remember that the next time you're pissed at me."
"Of course, the problem arises of getting me to let you touch me in such a manner when I'm angry."
Myka smirked. "Oh, I know where you're most sensitive." She wiggled her fingers still inside Helena's underwear. Helena gasped and Myka chuckled.
"Come here, you." Helena pulled Myka in for a kiss. Myka pulled her hand from Helena's pants and wrapped it around her waist. "I can never stay angry with you long, Myka." Helena pecked at Myka's lips repeatedly.
"Good, cuz you're really sexy when you're angry." Helena laughed in response. "A little scary, but still sexy."
Helena furrowed her brow. "Scary?"
"You're just really intense. It's not a bad thing." Myka kissed her nose reassuringly. "I quite like that intensity at other times." Myka grinned at her with a spark in her eye.
Helena laughed. "I wager you do."
"It's certainly nice to hear you scream and know I caused it." Myka kissed the freckle on Helena's throat and heard her purr. "Or make that noise," she grinned.
Helena looked at Myka, her eyes heavy with that familiar intensity. "Myka, if you only knew what you do to me. The way your gaze affects me, how your caress unhinges my very being."
"You flatter me with poetry, Helena."
"And you flatter me with your love, Myka."
Damn that woman and her silver tongue. Myka had no response to that. Helena smiled coyly at her. "How do you always do that? How do you always leave me speechless?"
Helena grinned and lifted her chin. "I am the great H. G. Wells."
Myka rolled her eyes, but smiled warmly. "Obnoxious is more like it."
Helena scoffed. "Do I have to turn up my charm then?"
"I don't think I'd survive if you did." Myka leaned in and kissed her.
"Well, if all I can manage is to leave you speechless, then I must. My goal is to leave you breathless." Myka's eyes went wide, there was no telling what Helena had in store to achieve that. Helena laughed and kissed her. "Don't worry darling, I won't hurt you." Her smile turned a little wicked. "Unless you ask me to."
"Uh..."
"Speechless again are we, darling?" Helena grinned.
"You are an ass," Myka teased. "But I love you anyway."
"You love me or you love my ass?"
Myka pretended to think about her answer. All sense of amusement began to sink from Helena's face and her expression changed to one of-hopefully-feigned annoyance and impatience. "Both," Myka finally grinned at her.
Helena pinched Myka's ass. "Lucky for you then that I love both your sparkling personality and your stunning posterior." she glanced down at Myka's chest, "And your impeccable anterior."
Myka looked down at Helena's own impeccable freckled chest. "Speaking of anteriors. Cold, are you?" Myka asked with a soft laugh. Helena looked at her curiously. Myka ran her finger over Helena's stiff nipple.
Helena smiled at the touch. "Well I am half nude."
Myka smiled at her and leaned down to place a lingering kiss on the perfect little peak before covering it back up. "Have I ever told you how much I love that you like sexy lingerie?" Myka asked as she buttoned Helena's shirt. She was avoiding her eyes, knowing that if she saw the desire in them, she'd be overwhelmed and have no choice but to strip Helena and drop to her knees.
Helena stared at Myka. It was almost unfair for her to turn her on so incredibly much with that last kiss. Myka knew exactly what she could do with that gorgeous mouth, and that was precisely why she was refusing to look her in the eyes. Helena took a deep breath and tried to slow her heart rate. Myka finished and straightened the collar of Helena's shirt. She knew that if she let Myka fix her pants, one graze of her delicate fingers and she would take the woman right here on the warehouse floor. So Helena took care of her jeans herself. She did enjoy, though, how Myka so often seemed to automatically help dress her. It was one of her favorites of the sweet gestures her lover did for her.
"Alright, we should head back."
"Mmm. I did sort of storm out in the middle of an inventory check."
Myka frowned. "You're feeling better now, though?"
Helena smiled at her and cupped her cheek. "Yes, darling. Much better." She placed a soft kiss on Myka's lips before they returned to Artie's office.
yeah, we know helena don't we?
i had a clever intro for this but i forget it. just have fun with it, it's THE GREENEST DAY OF THE YEAR!!!!!!
seriously, i fucking love this holiday.
i was supposed to dedicate something to magicmumu, but i don't remember what it was. so i'm gonna say it's this. :D
Just A Pinch
Myka pulled a kelly green shirt over her head. Helena watched her as she buttoned up her royal blue shirt. "Is that new?"
Myka moved to stand in front of Helena and took over the buttoning. "Yes." Myka smiled.
Helena rested her hands on Myka's hips. "I like it, it brings out your eyes." Helena studied Myka's face with a smile.
Myka finished and looked up at Helena. "Thank you." Her grin quirked and something playful sparked in her eyes. "Blue looks really good on you. Especially this shade. You should wear it more often."
Helena kissed her sweetly. "Anything for you my darling." Myka grinned wildly at her, a familiar gleam in her eyes. Helena was curious, but would let Myka play her game; it was rather adorable.
Helena leaned against the card catalogue checking over her inventory list. Pete and Claudia whispered conspiratorially to each other by Claudia's computer. She had a green streak in her hair and he wore an old green T shirt with a faded 4 on the chest. And Leena had been wearing a light green top that Helena had noticed matched Myka's eyes. Helena was beginning to feel a little out of the loop. She forced back her fears and worry of repudiation by telling herself it was for Myka. Artie came in and Helena surveyed him quickly; he wore no green. What was going on?
"Hey Claud, HG's not wearing green." Pete whispered.
Claudia glanced over casually. He was right, and there was a punishment for such a crime today. She smirked at Pete sideways. "I dare you to pinch her," she goaded him quietly.
"No way, man." Pete shook his head. "Between her and Myka, nuh uh. I like breathing too much." Claudia laughed. "Myka was very clear-hands off Helena today. No one is allowed to pinch, poke, tease or mention what today is and why we're all wearing green."
Claudia smiled. "I didn't get all that. All she told me was to keep shush about the green thing." Claudia laughed and poked him in the arm. "You got special instructions cuz you're the problem child."
Pete huffed and crossed his arms in a pout. Until Artie came in not wearing green. "Oooh."
"Pete." Claudia's voice was heavy with worry. "What are you gonna do?"
He grinned. "Nobody said anything about not pinching Artie."
Claudia looked over Artie-no green. She grinned along with Pete. "Sure didn't."
Artie looked over at the pair of them. "What are you two jackals grinning about?"
Claudia jumped up. "Oh, nothing, just..." She looked around the room aimlessly, glancing at HG-she didn't seem to be paying attention to them. Claudia narrowed her gaze on Artie, holding up her hands like pincers.
"What is that? What are you doing?"
"You know." Claudia pinched her fingers at him. She advanced on him and he retreated. Pete jumped up and cut him off from behind.
"Claudia, I'm warning you. You will get filing for a week. A month!" He added as she got closer.
Undeterred, Claudia closed in and pinched him up and down both arms. He barked and ranted at her assault. Pete came up and pinched Artie on the ass. He squeaked and jumped. "I told you not to touch me there." Pete laughed in response.
Helena leaned her shoulder against the small drawers. She had been watching the others and was beginning to feel very left out. They had been talking about her, that was clear and now they were all sharing in something and refused to tell her what it was. Feeling the ostracization beginning to overwhelm her, she decided being alone was better. She dropped the clipboard in her hand onto the table. "I'm going to check on an artifact." Her voice was cool and even, but sharp. It felt like a razor as it cut through the air.
The three of them all froze as HG strode out of the room with an overstrong sense of pride. "Uh oh. Myka's got some 'splainin' to do," Pete cringed.
"I think that was kinda our fault." Claudia fell back into her chair.
"What just happened?" Artie looked down at the two of them now feeling guilty and upset.
"Myka didn't talk to you?" Pete asked.
"About what?"
"You do know what today is, right?" Claudia asked.
"Thursday."
"St. Patrick's Day." Pete reminded him.
"And Myka didn't want HG to know about the wearing green thing." Claudia added.
Pete grinned. "Cuz she wants to get pinches in on that bootay of HG's."
"Pete," Claudia groaned.
"What? It's true and you know it. I wouldn't mind getting a pinch or two myself."
"Which is why Myka told you 'hands off bub.'"
"Children." He paused for them to be quiet. "Why is she upset?"
Claudia sighed, a wave of guilt and sympathy washing over her. "Because she doesn't know what's going on...because she was, you know-not around."
"She's left out of the game," Pete threw in.
Artie sat down. "Ah." He stared out the window for a moment. "Where is Myka?" He asked, turning his attention back to them.
Claudia waved her hand toward the warehouse. "Out there someplace."
Myka placed a pair of shiny black knee high boots on their shelf. Spring-heeled Jack's boots had a way of wandering about on their own. Most often found in the rafters or on top of shelves. They would certainly make getting around the warehouse a lot easier. If only they didn't have a mind of their own. Myka didn't really mind chasing down this particular ill-behaved artifact though; they reminded her of Helena.
The familiar sound of Helena's boots on the hard floor breached the silence. Myka grinned instinctively. Helena stalked past her with an obvious sulk, she didn't even notice Myka. She was not allowed to sulk.
Myka followed her until she stopped to check an artifact. She paused while Helena checked it over, careful not to startle her into accidentally triggering the item. Helena punched her code into the log and leaned sideways against the shelf with a sigh. Myka frowned and moved forward, sneaking up behind her lover. She bit her lip to stifle a laugh and pinched her hard on the ass and tried to wrap her arm around Helena's waist, but she yelped and jumped away turning to swing at whatever was assaulting her. Luckily, Myka was almost as fast as Helena and managed to catch her arm.
Helena yanked her arm out of Myka's grasp. "What is with all this pinching nonsense?" She snapped at Myka.
Maybe not telling her was a mistake, she didn't have any green to wear anyway. Myka took a step toward her, but Helena turned away. Myka cringed. "I'm sorry, Helena. I asked the others not to say anything. I thought," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about how you'd feel."
Helena slumped her shoulders. "About what?"
Myka came up behind her and wrapped her arms around Helena's waist, resting her chin on HG's shoulder. Helena leaned into her ever so slightly. "About being left out of the gag."
"What gag?" The anger and spite was gone from her voice, but in their place was a delicate sadness.
"On St. Patrick's Day it's customary to wear green. And if you don't, the punishment is a pinch." Myka pinched Helena's side as lightly as possible.
"That's why Claudia and Pete went after Artie. And why everyone but me is wearing green." There was almost a pout in her voice.
Myka kissed her cheek. "Well, if they went after him, then Artie wasn't wearing green either."
"You would have let Pete dole out my torture?"
Myka laughed and hugged Helena tighter. "I told him very specifically not to touch you." Helena sunk into Myka. "Besides, he'd be way too afraid of you kicking his ass. And then me kicking his ass." Myka smiled. "You're all mine and they know it." Helena finally smiled, even if it was just a little one. Myka slid her hand down and caressed Helena's butt where she'd pinched her. "I just wanted to be able to pinch this all day and get away with it."
Helena chuckled. "You don't need a special holiday for that."
Myka grinned. "Good to know." She held Helena in her arms for a time, enjoying her warmth and touch. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Helena." Myka kissed her neck. She squeezed Helena's ass gently. "Let me make it up to you," Myka whispered huskily into her ear; she nibbled on the edge of it.
Helena smiled and closed her eyes. "And just how," she gasped quietly when Myka ran her tongue down her neck. "Would you do that? My feelings were hurt very deeply. It would take a lot to make it up to me."
"I know." Myka pushed the collar of Helena's shirt down so she could kiss along her shoulder. She rubbed Helena's ass before slipping her hand down between her thighs. Helena groaned as Myka's fingers pressed between her cheeks. "I can't do that here, I'm sorry." Myka rubbed her fingers over the sensitive spot through Helena's jeans.
Helena bit her lip. "I know," she took a ragged breath. "But it still feels good."
"I know." Myka nipped at Helena's neck.
Helena leaned harder into Myka. "Myka..."
"Yes?"
Helena turned in her arms and kissed Myka deeply. She held the back of Myka's head, her fingers buried deep in her curls. Myka pushed Helena gently back up against the shelf. She pressed her body against the other woman's, feeling every curve. It was magnificent how they fit together. Myka slid her hands around Helena's waist to undo her jeans. She moved them up to unbutton HG's shirt. Helena gasped as Myka broke their kiss. She kept her hands around the back of Myka's neck as the woman began kissing down her chest. Slow kisses on her collarbone were quickly driving Helena mad. Myka caressed Helena's breast through her silk bra. The woman had taken to lingerie very well, much to Myka's delight. Helena made noises ranging from pleasure to frustration, but Myka knew each and could read the code they spelled. With a smirk, Myka slipped her hand inside Helena's bra and teased her nipple. Helena tilted her head back as Myka rolled the nipple between her fingers; Myka pushed her bra down until it no longer covered the supple skin. She grinned and wrapped her lips around the rosy flesh. Helena's hands gripped in her hair, tugging at the roots gently. "Oh God, Myka. You always feel so good."
Myka released Helena's nipple with a soft tug from her teeth. She moved back up kissing Helena's neck, to whisper in her ear. "That's because I love you." Myka brushed her hand down Helena's stomach and inside her soft panties. Helena's breath caught in her throat as Myka's fingers slid inside her. "And I know exactly how to touch you."
Helena moaned. "That you do darling." Her hips moved against Myka's hand. "So...well."
Myka chuckled softly against Helena's neck. "I do enjoy the practice I get."
Myka's fingers circled Helena's clit. "Oh God," HG choked out. "Myka." Helena pulled her girlfriend away from her neck and kissed her desperately. She ran her tongue over Myka's lips; Myka's stomach dropped at the feeling. She greeted Helena's tongue and felt her gasp quietly.
Myka could feel Helena building and pulled away from her lips. Helena protested with desperation. "Shhh," Myka assured her with a smile. Helena whimpered, but trusted her. Myka kissed along Helena's neck while she sped her fingers' rhythm. Helena gripped at her roughly, feeling like she was about to burst. Myka traced patterns along Helena's shoulder with her tongue. She circled Helena's clit again, pushing her to the edge. As Helena climbed swiftly to the peak of passion, Myka sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Helena howled as she was completely unhinged by Myka's touch.
When Helena's grip on her neck and back relaxed, Myka let go and kissed the small bruise her bite left. "Do you forgive me for not telling you?"
Helena laughed and looked into Myka's bright green eyes. "My sweet Myka," she touched her cheek gently. "I could forgive you anything." Helena kissed Myka tenderly. She grinned, afterglow still coloring her cheeks. "Especially if that is how you seek absolution."
Myka laughed. "I'll remember that the next time you're pissed at me."
"Of course, the problem arises of getting me to let you touch me in such a manner when I'm angry."
Myka smirked. "Oh, I know where you're most sensitive." She wiggled her fingers still inside Helena's underwear. Helena gasped and Myka chuckled.
"Come here, you." Helena pulled Myka in for a kiss. Myka pulled her hand from Helena's pants and wrapped it around her waist. "I can never stay angry with you long, Myka." Helena pecked at Myka's lips repeatedly.
"Good, cuz you're really sexy when you're angry." Helena laughed in response. "A little scary, but still sexy."
Helena furrowed her brow. "Scary?"
"You're just really intense. It's not a bad thing." Myka kissed her nose reassuringly. "I quite like that intensity at other times." Myka grinned at her with a spark in her eye.
Helena laughed. "I wager you do."
"It's certainly nice to hear you scream and know I caused it." Myka kissed the freckle on Helena's throat and heard her purr. "Or make that noise," she grinned.
Helena looked at Myka, her eyes heavy with that familiar intensity. "Myka, if you only knew what you do to me. The way your gaze affects me, how your caress unhinges my very being."
"You flatter me with poetry, Helena."
"And you flatter me with your love, Myka."
Damn that woman and her silver tongue. Myka had no response to that. Helena smiled coyly at her. "How do you always do that? How do you always leave me speechless?"
Helena grinned and lifted her chin. "I am the great H. G. Wells."
Myka rolled her eyes, but smiled warmly. "Obnoxious is more like it."
Helena scoffed. "Do I have to turn up my charm then?"
"I don't think I'd survive if you did." Myka leaned in and kissed her.
"Well, if all I can manage is to leave you speechless, then I must. My goal is to leave you breathless." Myka's eyes went wide, there was no telling what Helena had in store to achieve that. Helena laughed and kissed her. "Don't worry darling, I won't hurt you." Her smile turned a little wicked. "Unless you ask me to."
"Uh..."
"Speechless again are we, darling?" Helena grinned.
"You are an ass," Myka teased. "But I love you anyway."
"You love me or you love my ass?"
Myka pretended to think about her answer. All sense of amusement began to sink from Helena's face and her expression changed to one of-hopefully-feigned annoyance and impatience. "Both," Myka finally grinned at her.
Helena pinched Myka's ass. "Lucky for you then that I love both your sparkling personality and your stunning posterior." she glanced down at Myka's chest, "And your impeccable anterior."
Myka looked down at Helena's own impeccable freckled chest. "Speaking of anteriors. Cold, are you?" Myka asked with a soft laugh. Helena looked at her curiously. Myka ran her finger over Helena's stiff nipple.
Helena smiled at the touch. "Well I am half nude."
Myka smiled at her and leaned down to place a lingering kiss on the perfect little peak before covering it back up. "Have I ever told you how much I love that you like sexy lingerie?" Myka asked as she buttoned Helena's shirt. She was avoiding her eyes, knowing that if she saw the desire in them, she'd be overwhelmed and have no choice but to strip Helena and drop to her knees.
Helena stared at Myka. It was almost unfair for her to turn her on so incredibly much with that last kiss. Myka knew exactly what she could do with that gorgeous mouth, and that was precisely why she was refusing to look her in the eyes. Helena took a deep breath and tried to slow her heart rate. Myka finished and straightened the collar of Helena's shirt. She knew that if she let Myka fix her pants, one graze of her delicate fingers and she would take the woman right here on the warehouse floor. So Helena took care of her jeans herself. She did enjoy, though, how Myka so often seemed to automatically help dress her. It was one of her favorites of the sweet gestures her lover did for her.
"Alright, we should head back."
"Mmm. I did sort of storm out in the middle of an inventory check."
Myka frowned. "You're feeling better now, though?"
Helena smiled at her and cupped her cheek. "Yes, darling. Much better." She placed a soft kiss on Myka's lips before they returned to Artie's office.