Happy Birthday tenacious_err!
Today is the birthday of my fellow Southern geek girl and one of the few human beings I consider awesome: tenacious_err
So it is in her honor I have written my very first Warehouse 13 fic. It's HG/Myka and it's a four times they did and one time they didn't because that way I can cheat and not have to come up with a REAL title. Sorry, Aly. :P
Fic: Four Times HG & Myka kissed and One Time They Didn't
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Beta'd by hihoplastic and @MyCaptainRaydor(on Twitter) except part five because I suck and waited until the last minute to write this. I own none of the characters I just play around with them for fun. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
One:
Myka’s lips were warm and pliant and Helena greedily drank in the sensation. The sharp taste of vodka on Myka’s tongue reminded her how they’d wound up here. Not that she minded, Myka was a beautiful woman and Helena had always been drawn to beauty.
Their bodies pressed closer and Myka’s hands were no longer content to rest on Helena’s hips. They slid up, slowly lingering over each curve until they finally they cupped Helena’s face. Myka let out a long shuddering breath as they broke the kiss. “I’m going to to recommend they reinstate you.”
A soft laugh rumbled in Helena’s chest. “Because I got you drunk and kissed you?”
Myka smirked, her skin flushed with intoxication and arousal. “No, because I believe in you.”
“You are far too trusting, Myka Bering.” The words rolled off her tongue easily, the truth of them surprising Helena. She thought she could hold her liquor better than that.
Myka shook her head. “Life is what you choose to make of it. People can change.”
Helena smiled and kissed her again warm for the first time since Artie thawed her. Regret stabbed at her heart. If only she’d met this woman, sooner, change might have been an option. If only the world were the sort of place Myka believed it to be, then it would be worth sparing.
Two:
The door had barely closed when Myka found herself pushed up against it, her words of protest silenced with a hungry, familiar mouth. “Helena,” she gasped when she pushed back enough to take in air. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, darling.” A sly smile spread across Helena’s face. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“By breaking into my room?”
“Well we can’t allow ourselves to get complacent, now can we?” She leaned in, her thigh sliding between Myka’s legs as she pinned her fully against the door. “Besides, I’ve missed you.”
Myka moaned at the added pressure, it was just enough to drive her crazy and Helena knew it. She squirmed, arching her body against her lover and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. “Missed you too.” Their lips crashed together again initiating a battle of wills and bodies that culminated in the two of them half staggering half grappling their way into the bedroom.
Little regard was given to buttons or fasteners as they tore at one another’s clothing. “Sorry, darling, hope that wasn’t your favorite,” Helena murmured as she tossed the tattered remains of Myka’s blouse to the floor.
Myka’s hands found their way to the waistband of Helena’s pants. “Oops,” she said innocently as trousers and underthings were both unceremoniously shoved over hips and discarded.
Naked at last, they tumbled onto the bed a tangle of limbs. Their love making was shocking in its intensity, and Myka vaguely felt as if Helena either had something to prove or something to decide, but the work of Helena’s mouth and hands robbed her of ability to wonder at what it could be.
After, they lay face to face, side by side their breaths mingling as their bodies cooled. Helena sighed wistfully as her thumb brushed across Myka’s cheek. “Thank you, I needed that.”
Myka smiled and used her index finger to trace the angles and planes of her lover’s face. Gently she smoothed the lines on Helena’s forehead. “What’s wrong? What has you so worried?”
It was a long time before the other woman answered, her words so faint Myka might have dreamed them. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Three:
The lights of Cairo spread out before them as they stood on the balcony and Myka shivered in the night air. Helena moved behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and drawing her close. “There now, we can’t have you catching cold, tomorrow will be a busy day.”
“What do you think we’ll find at Warehouse 2?” Myka asked covering Helena’s hands with her own and drawing her even tighter.
“Nothing you’d expect I imagine,” Helena replied. “Promise me you’ll be on your guard at all times.”
“Hey, I’m not exactly a rookie.” Myka turned to nuzzle Helena’s neck.
“No, but Pete insists on acting like one. Be mindful of that.” Helena studied Myka for a long moment as if she were intent on memorizing her every feature.
“What?”
“I was thinking that we’re here in the wrong place and time. You should be Egyptian royalty, sunning herself on the banks of the Nile while I feed you dates and figs,” Helena said.
Myka cocked her head at a rakish angle. “You don’t strike me as the servant type.”
“Who said anything about servant, my dear?” Helena feigned an indignant look. “I was thinking I’d be Queen and you my Princess.” She made a grand gesture forward as if acknowledging her subjects.
Myka laughed, then leaned in to kiss the tip of Helena’s nose. “No matter what tomorrow holds, I can think of no place I’d rather be, than right here, right now with you.”
The sincerity of the simple statement went straight to Helena’s heart, the love she felt for this woman reverberated through her shaking her to the core. Too late, it’s too late, I can’t turn back now. Not even for her. Her throat grew tight and her eyes burned with unshed tears. “I feel the same and if I could make this moment last forever, I would, my love.” Her breath ghosted over Myka’s lips as she spoke and she could feel her tremble in her arms. “Now kiss me one last time... before we’re off to bed.”
A question died on Myka’s lips as Helena’s mouth found hers. Sadness and longing were as much a part of what they had as passion and Myka wondered if that would ever change, if perhaps her love could heal the weary soul of her companion. The only thing she could do was try and she let go pouring her heart and soul into the kiss attempting to convince Helena in ways words could not that she was loved, she was needed, she was wanted.
For her part, Helena surrendered to it, tears flowing freely wishing for all the world that tomorrow wouldn’t come.
Four:
Myka was exhausted but she had just enough fight left to confront the Regents. “I need to see her before you take her away.” She stubbornly refused to back down and Pete, as always, backed her up.
When she entered the small cell she was struck by how gaunt and pale Helena was. All the fire seemed to be gone out of her.
Myka turned to the guard. “Leave us.”
“Can’t do that ma’am.”
Helena sighed and slumped in the chair she was cuffed to utterly defeated. “I won’t harm her. You have my word.”
“That means very little here,” the guard replied.
“She deserves answers,” Helena said. She gestured toward Pete. “He’ll look after her.”
Pete nodded and the guard relented. “Fine, you have five minutes. I’ll be outside.”
Myka patted Pete on the shoulder. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
“You probably owe me about a dozen, but who’s counting,” Pete grinned. “We’ll discuss that later, talk.” He turn his back to the women to give them what privacy he could.
Myka’s eyes met Helena’s and for the second time that day she felt her heartbreak. “You used me,” she said flatly.
“Yes,” Helena replied. “I used you, but that doesn’t negate my feelings for you. I did love you, Myka.” She paused to let the words sink in. “I simply hated the world more.”
“Love can conquer hate.”
Helena shook her head sadly. “Not always, I’m afraid. Some wounds won’t heal.” She bit her lip and blinked away tears. “The best thing for you to do is give up on me, turn around, and once you pass through that door forget I existed.”
Myka stepped closer. “Never.”
“I’m not worth it, Myka.”
“You are to me,” Myka bent down her face hovering inches from Helena’s. “I forgive you, even if you won’t forgive yourself.”
A small sad smile curved Helena’s lips and she leaned forward to whisper in Myka’s ear. “Don’t let me be your weakness.” She kissed Myka gently, the bitterness of their mingled tears mixed with the sweetness of her lover’s mouth and lingered long after Myka had gone.
Five:
Since the explosion, Myka sleeps very little. Most nights she lies in bed, stares at the ceiling, and wonders if it could have ended any other way. Helena’s absence is as strong in her life as her presence ever was.
When she does sleep, she dreams of Helena laughing, smiling, and always beyond her reach.
Often, just as she wakes she imagines she sees Helena at her bedside. The image is faint and fleeting and vanishes like vapor as Myka blinks.
Tonight, however, it lingers a bit longer.
“Why?” Myka asks before she can help herself.
Helena shrugs and laughs. “Because you’re worth saving of course.”
“But why shield us and not the bomb? You could have contained the explosion.”
“The shield was too small, I wasn’t certain it would hold back the blast, but I was certain it would protect you,” she ducks her head. “I’m sorry about the Warehouse.”
“We can rebuild,” Myka reaches out to take her lover’s hand and gasps as hers passes right through. “Helena? Are you real or am I imagining this?” She asks the absurdity of the question not lost on her.
“I’m as real as you need me to be,” Helena smiles and the image wavers around the edges.
“Wait? Don’t go. I need to know if I will see you again,” Myka insists.
“Don’t go losing faith on me now, Myka, not after all we’ve been through.” Helena blows her a kiss as she vanishes.
The alarm goes of and Myka sits up suddenly, blinking against the morning light blinding her. She glances frantically around the room. She’s alone but a stirring in her heart tells her she won’t always be.
So it is in her honor I have written my very first Warehouse 13 fic. It's HG/Myka and it's a four times they did and one time they didn't because that way I can cheat and not have to come up with a REAL title. Sorry, Aly. :P
Fic: Four Times HG & Myka kissed and One Time They Didn't
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Beta'd by hihoplastic and @MyCaptainRaydor(on Twitter) except part five because I suck and waited until the last minute to write this. I own none of the characters I just play around with them for fun. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
One:
Myka’s lips were warm and pliant and Helena greedily drank in the sensation. The sharp taste of vodka on Myka’s tongue reminded her how they’d wound up here. Not that she minded, Myka was a beautiful woman and Helena had always been drawn to beauty.
Their bodies pressed closer and Myka’s hands were no longer content to rest on Helena’s hips. They slid up, slowly lingering over each curve until they finally they cupped Helena’s face. Myka let out a long shuddering breath as they broke the kiss. “I’m going to to recommend they reinstate you.”
A soft laugh rumbled in Helena’s chest. “Because I got you drunk and kissed you?”
Myka smirked, her skin flushed with intoxication and arousal. “No, because I believe in you.”
“You are far too trusting, Myka Bering.” The words rolled off her tongue easily, the truth of them surprising Helena. She thought she could hold her liquor better than that.
Myka shook her head. “Life is what you choose to make of it. People can change.”
Helena smiled and kissed her again warm for the first time since Artie thawed her. Regret stabbed at her heart. If only she’d met this woman, sooner, change might have been an option. If only the world were the sort of place Myka believed it to be, then it would be worth sparing.
Two:
The door had barely closed when Myka found herself pushed up against it, her words of protest silenced with a hungry, familiar mouth. “Helena,” she gasped when she pushed back enough to take in air. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, darling.” A sly smile spread across Helena’s face. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“By breaking into my room?”
“Well we can’t allow ourselves to get complacent, now can we?” She leaned in, her thigh sliding between Myka’s legs as she pinned her fully against the door. “Besides, I’ve missed you.”
Myka moaned at the added pressure, it was just enough to drive her crazy and Helena knew it. She squirmed, arching her body against her lover and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. “Missed you too.” Their lips crashed together again initiating a battle of wills and bodies that culminated in the two of them half staggering half grappling their way into the bedroom.
Little regard was given to buttons or fasteners as they tore at one another’s clothing. “Sorry, darling, hope that wasn’t your favorite,” Helena murmured as she tossed the tattered remains of Myka’s blouse to the floor.
Myka’s hands found their way to the waistband of Helena’s pants. “Oops,” she said innocently as trousers and underthings were both unceremoniously shoved over hips and discarded.
Naked at last, they tumbled onto the bed a tangle of limbs. Their love making was shocking in its intensity, and Myka vaguely felt as if Helena either had something to prove or something to decide, but the work of Helena’s mouth and hands robbed her of ability to wonder at what it could be.
After, they lay face to face, side by side their breaths mingling as their bodies cooled. Helena sighed wistfully as her thumb brushed across Myka’s cheek. “Thank you, I needed that.”
Myka smiled and used her index finger to trace the angles and planes of her lover’s face. Gently she smoothed the lines on Helena’s forehead. “What’s wrong? What has you so worried?”
It was a long time before the other woman answered, her words so faint Myka might have dreamed them. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Three:
The lights of Cairo spread out before them as they stood on the balcony and Myka shivered in the night air. Helena moved behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and drawing her close. “There now, we can’t have you catching cold, tomorrow will be a busy day.”
“What do you think we’ll find at Warehouse 2?” Myka asked covering Helena’s hands with her own and drawing her even tighter.
“Nothing you’d expect I imagine,” Helena replied. “Promise me you’ll be on your guard at all times.”
“Hey, I’m not exactly a rookie.” Myka turned to nuzzle Helena’s neck.
“No, but Pete insists on acting like one. Be mindful of that.” Helena studied Myka for a long moment as if she were intent on memorizing her every feature.
“What?”
“I was thinking that we’re here in the wrong place and time. You should be Egyptian royalty, sunning herself on the banks of the Nile while I feed you dates and figs,” Helena said.
Myka cocked her head at a rakish angle. “You don’t strike me as the servant type.”
“Who said anything about servant, my dear?” Helena feigned an indignant look. “I was thinking I’d be Queen and you my Princess.” She made a grand gesture forward as if acknowledging her subjects.
Myka laughed, then leaned in to kiss the tip of Helena’s nose. “No matter what tomorrow holds, I can think of no place I’d rather be, than right here, right now with you.”
The sincerity of the simple statement went straight to Helena’s heart, the love she felt for this woman reverberated through her shaking her to the core. Too late, it’s too late, I can’t turn back now. Not even for her. Her throat grew tight and her eyes burned with unshed tears. “I feel the same and if I could make this moment last forever, I would, my love.” Her breath ghosted over Myka’s lips as she spoke and she could feel her tremble in her arms. “Now kiss me one last time... before we’re off to bed.”
A question died on Myka’s lips as Helena’s mouth found hers. Sadness and longing were as much a part of what they had as passion and Myka wondered if that would ever change, if perhaps her love could heal the weary soul of her companion. The only thing she could do was try and she let go pouring her heart and soul into the kiss attempting to convince Helena in ways words could not that she was loved, she was needed, she was wanted.
For her part, Helena surrendered to it, tears flowing freely wishing for all the world that tomorrow wouldn’t come.
Four:
Myka was exhausted but she had just enough fight left to confront the Regents. “I need to see her before you take her away.” She stubbornly refused to back down and Pete, as always, backed her up.
When she entered the small cell she was struck by how gaunt and pale Helena was. All the fire seemed to be gone out of her.
Myka turned to the guard. “Leave us.”
“Can’t do that ma’am.”
Helena sighed and slumped in the chair she was cuffed to utterly defeated. “I won’t harm her. You have my word.”
“That means very little here,” the guard replied.
“She deserves answers,” Helena said. She gestured toward Pete. “He’ll look after her.”
Pete nodded and the guard relented. “Fine, you have five minutes. I’ll be outside.”
Myka patted Pete on the shoulder. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
“You probably owe me about a dozen, but who’s counting,” Pete grinned. “We’ll discuss that later, talk.” He turn his back to the women to give them what privacy he could.
Myka’s eyes met Helena’s and for the second time that day she felt her heartbreak. “You used me,” she said flatly.
“Yes,” Helena replied. “I used you, but that doesn’t negate my feelings for you. I did love you, Myka.” She paused to let the words sink in. “I simply hated the world more.”
“Love can conquer hate.”
Helena shook her head sadly. “Not always, I’m afraid. Some wounds won’t heal.” She bit her lip and blinked away tears. “The best thing for you to do is give up on me, turn around, and once you pass through that door forget I existed.”
Myka stepped closer. “Never.”
“I’m not worth it, Myka.”
“You are to me,” Myka bent down her face hovering inches from Helena’s. “I forgive you, even if you won’t forgive yourself.”
A small sad smile curved Helena’s lips and she leaned forward to whisper in Myka’s ear. “Don’t let me be your weakness.” She kissed Myka gently, the bitterness of their mingled tears mixed with the sweetness of her lover’s mouth and lingered long after Myka had gone.
Five:
Since the explosion, Myka sleeps very little. Most nights she lies in bed, stares at the ceiling, and wonders if it could have ended any other way. Helena’s absence is as strong in her life as her presence ever was.
When she does sleep, she dreams of Helena laughing, smiling, and always beyond her reach.
Often, just as she wakes she imagines she sees Helena at her bedside. The image is faint and fleeting and vanishes like vapor as Myka blinks.
Tonight, however, it lingers a bit longer.
“Why?” Myka asks before she can help herself.
Helena shrugs and laughs. “Because you’re worth saving of course.”
“But why shield us and not the bomb? You could have contained the explosion.”
“The shield was too small, I wasn’t certain it would hold back the blast, but I was certain it would protect you,” she ducks her head. “I’m sorry about the Warehouse.”
“We can rebuild,” Myka reaches out to take her lover’s hand and gasps as hers passes right through. “Helena? Are you real or am I imagining this?” She asks the absurdity of the question not lost on her.
“I’m as real as you need me to be,” Helena smiles and the image wavers around the edges.
“Wait? Don’t go. I need to know if I will see you again,” Myka insists.
“Don’t go losing faith on me now, Myka, not after all we’ve been through.” Helena blows her a kiss as she vanishes.
The alarm goes of and Myka sits up suddenly, blinking against the morning light blinding her. She glances frantically around the room. She’s alone but a stirring in her heart tells her she won’t always be.