Three Tales of the Sanctuary Porn Battle
Title: Nothing Gets Done
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Warehouse 13
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells
Word Count: 258
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Nothing for either
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Warehouse 13, Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells, strap on"
Summary: Short scenes of procrastination.
When brilliant minds share an office, nothing gets done. Research goes into the early hours of the night, discussions take on monumental proportions, and paperwork is left forgotten until both are too tired or too wired to deal with it. Ink dries on the nub.
When beautiful Victorian women dress for a night out, nothing gets done. Top hats and tails, and an attempt to turn strands of hair into muttonchops or handlebars mustaches provoke gales of laughter that are impossible to contain. When a woman shimmies her hips into a pair of men's trousers, time is lost. When a blonde lifts her arms so a brunette can bind her breasts, fingertips drift and distractions are discovered. They each have leather harnesses, equipped with a piece of anatomy. The harnesses are pointless; by the time they would be revealed, their ruse will have already been discovered several different ways.
Still, they take the time to step into the harnesses, to tighten them, to make sure the few inches of limp rubber lays correctly against their thighs before they put on proper tweed trousers.
Undressed afterward, freed from the confines of their tight clothing and sitting next-to-nude to savor the air against their skin, notes are less than top priority. A seductive, topless brunette with a wickedly clever mind is a sight, and the equally stunning blonde across the room cannot make herself focus on dry recitation of facts when confronted with the sight.
H.G. Wells won't stop playing with her cock.
Helen Magnus' paperwork will wait until tomorrow.
Title: Do As I Do
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Warehouse 13
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells/Myka Bering
Word Count: 893
Category: PWP
Spoilers: None for either series
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Warehouse 13, Helen Magnus/HG Wells/Myka Bering, tipping the velvet"
Summary: Helen shows Myka what to do, and she puts it into action immediately.
Myka confided to Helen. She spoke quietly, fingers linked and thumbs pressing together as she explained the one hesitation she had in bed. "She's been with so many women..." She looked at Helen and then quickly away. Helen stroked Myka's hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear so it wouldn't cover her face when she looked away shyly. "I'm worried I won't know how to do it."
"There's no wrong way," Helen assured her.
"But there is a right way." She met Helen's gaze. "She's mentioned you. Your talents."
Helen blushed but didn't look away. "Has she."
"Will you... show me?"
Helen hesitated. "I'm not sure Helena would be open to that..."
"Have you forgotten so much about me, Helen?" HG stepped into the office, smiling broadly. "I've told her that she doesn't have to worry about pleasuring me in that manner. But she seems... insistent." Myka blushed again. HG stroked Myka's hair and then looked at Helen. "I would be grateful if you would share your knowledge with my dear girl."
Helen nodded. "Very well. On one condition."
"I think I can guess."
Helen grinned and stroked the fine bones of HG's hand. "You always could."
#
Myka's skin was supple after her bath. Helen eased her down until she was seated on the very edge of the bed, her calves resting on Helen's shoulders. HG shed her robe and crawled naked over the bed, Helen and Myka both watching as she prowled toward the head of the bed. Helen stroked Myka's inner thighs, kneeling on the bed in her slip. "Just do as I do." She kissed the inside of Myka's right knee. She turned her head and brushed her lips feather-soft against her left thigh.
HG straddled Myka's head, and Myka brushed her lips over HG's thigh.
"Good girl," Helen whispered. She closed her eyes and explored Myka's thigh. Slowly, methodically, moving lower every few seconds. She looked up now and then to make sure Myka was following her instructions. HG was facing away from Helen, but had twisted at the waist to look over her shoulder. She had one hand on the small of her back, fingers resting on the curve of her ass. Her eyebrows were arched, her lips parted, and she smiled when she met Helen's gaze. Helen winked at her.
"Madame Tease," HG whispered. "Oh, I'd forgotten that about you, Helen..."
"The night you finished The Sea Lady, on the beach." Helen spoke so that her breath washed over Myka's pubic hair. "I made you wait until the tide came in." She kissed the line where Myka's leg met her hip. "You came as the ocean washed over us."
"God," HG groaned, either at the memory or Myka's lips playing against her sensitive flesh.
Helen pressed a kiss to Myka's labia, wetting it with her tongue before pulling back. She teased with the tip of her tongue and then pushed it inside, using her thumbs to open Myka to her. Myka whimpered, and HG cried out as Myka copied the move. Helen ran her eyes over Myka's stomach and bare breasts, to her throat. She saw the flutter of pink tongue between Myka's mouth and HG's sex. It had been far too long since Helen enjoyed the taste of a woman; even longer since she shared a woman with HG. She was grateful for the opportunity.
She dragged her tongue up to the hood at the apex of her labia. Her thumbs, wet with Myka's wetness, eased her folds apart. She used both to stroke the sensitive inner flesh as she circled the clit with her tongue. When it presented itself, she closed her lips around it and began to gently suck. She massaged with her thumbs, stroked with her tongue, and closed her eyes as Myka pressed her body down against her. Helen opened her eyes just long enough to make sure Myka was copying her; judging by how HG's shoulders were hunched and her head was bowed, she was doing a very good job.
Myka came first, closing her thighs around Helen's head for a few seconds before her lower body went slack. Helen lifted her head just long enough to say, "You're not done yet, Ms. Bering," and kissing her again. She eased two fingers inside, adding her tongue as Myka cried out. HG whispered Myka's name, then Helen's.
Myka came a second time, overlapping with HG's first. Helen waited until Myka was totally relaxed before she withdrew, kissing her thighs and licking her wet lips. HG rolled to one side and pulled Myka to her, kissing her passionately. Helen watched the two lovers curl in the center of her bed and stood up, hands clasped loosely in front of her. She was completely at ease with her nudity, her feet crossed at the ankles as she watched them.
"Now, ladies, if that will be all... I'll thank you to get out of my bed. I'd like to sleep now."
HG looked up at her and Myka nuzzled her cheek. "She wants to sleep, darling."
Myka nipped HG's ear. "I thought you said she was smart."
"Brilliant, in fact," HG said.
"Ladies..."
"Perhaps she needs to be taught a thing or two, Myka."
"So it would seem."
Helen shrieked, and then laughed, as she was pulled down onto the bed.
Title: Unexpected Advantages
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen solo
Word Count: 648
Category: PWP
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Helen Magnus, shower"
Summary: There's no bath, so Helen is forced to compromise.
The hotel room didn't have a tub. She called down to the desk and discovered that there were no tubs in any of the available rooms. How this travesty could have occurred in this day and age, she had no idea. She stood in the bathroom, her clothing weighed down with mud, seaweed and dried serpent blood, and weighed her options. Finally, she stepped over the narrow lip and turned on the water. It poured down over her, flattening her hair and pelting her through her clothes. She let it scour away the thick mess that covered her clothes and took off an item once it became clean. Her blouse, her trousers, her brassiere and underwear were all dumped onto a wet mess in the middle of the bathroom floor.
Once she was naked, she turned her face into the spray and began scrubbing her skin. She found a cube of soap and unwrapped it, bringing it to her nose and judging the scent to be acceptable. She scrubbed her arms, swept the bar across her chest, and lathered up both hands. Glancing down, she saw that her toes were covered with black smudges and wrinkled her nose. She covered the drain and let enough water build up that her feet were completely covered so they could soak.
Helen moved the bar of soap down between her legs and closed her eyes. She parted her legs slightly and ran the soap over her sex. Her fingers were slick and lathered, and she used them to tease herself as she thought about the woman who had helped them on this mission. Eva. Sensual, dangerous, ridiculously talented with a stunner. The gleam in her eye when she said, "We'll meet again, Dr. Magnus."
She hoped she had conveyed her true feelings when she replied, "Count on it."
She gripped the shower head for balance, nearly toppling when it came free. She started to curse the shoddy workmanship before she realized it was intended to detach. She was about to hook it back into place when the spray washed over her nipple. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, looked down at her pubic mound, and aimed the shower head lower.
"Oh." She cupped her soapy hand, letting the water hit her fingers and splash up against her sex. By changing the angle of her fingers, she could change the pressure of the water hitting her. She moved the shower head closer and the spray became almost too intense. She pulled it back, and the spray spread wide.
Helen closed her eyes and imagined Eva standing in front of her, clothes soaked and slowly vanishing. Helen gasped, thrusting against the roiling water cupped in her hand. It was better than a vibrator; a sex toy without shape or boundaries. It could cover her sex entirely, or it could hit with pinpoint accuracy.
She felt herself starting to come and pulled back. She was trembling, weak in the knees, but she didn't have anywhere she had to be. She didn't have any meetings until they flew out in the morning. She could take her time.
The tenderness faded, and Helen cautiously moved the shower head back toward herself. She whimpered and decided to see just how long she could take.
#
Helen, her skin pink and swaddled in a fluffy hotel towel, padded barefoot into her hotel room. Her limbs felt rubbery, her head still swimming from her orgasm. She curled her toes in the carpet, every sensation feeling vibrant and new. She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, protecting the very sensitive areas of her anatomy, and dialed the Sanctuary's private line. She made the arrangements and hung up before stretching out on the bed.
A shower with a detachable head would be installed in her private bathroom by the time she got back home.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Warehouse 13
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells
Word Count: 258
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Nothing for either
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Warehouse 13, Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells, strap on"
Summary: Short scenes of procrastination.
When brilliant minds share an office, nothing gets done. Research goes into the early hours of the night, discussions take on monumental proportions, and paperwork is left forgotten until both are too tired or too wired to deal with it. Ink dries on the nub.
When beautiful Victorian women dress for a night out, nothing gets done. Top hats and tails, and an attempt to turn strands of hair into muttonchops or handlebars mustaches provoke gales of laughter that are impossible to contain. When a woman shimmies her hips into a pair of men's trousers, time is lost. When a blonde lifts her arms so a brunette can bind her breasts, fingertips drift and distractions are discovered. They each have leather harnesses, equipped with a piece of anatomy. The harnesses are pointless; by the time they would be revealed, their ruse will have already been discovered several different ways.
Still, they take the time to step into the harnesses, to tighten them, to make sure the few inches of limp rubber lays correctly against their thighs before they put on proper tweed trousers.
Undressed afterward, freed from the confines of their tight clothing and sitting next-to-nude to savor the air against their skin, notes are less than top priority. A seductive, topless brunette with a wickedly clever mind is a sight, and the equally stunning blonde across the room cannot make herself focus on dry recitation of facts when confronted with the sight.
H.G. Wells won't stop playing with her cock.
Helen Magnus' paperwork will wait until tomorrow.
Title: Do As I Do
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Warehouse 13
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells/Myka Bering
Word Count: 893
Category: PWP
Spoilers: None for either series
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Warehouse 13, Helen Magnus/HG Wells/Myka Bering, tipping the velvet"
Summary: Helen shows Myka what to do, and she puts it into action immediately.
Myka confided to Helen. She spoke quietly, fingers linked and thumbs pressing together as she explained the one hesitation she had in bed. "She's been with so many women..." She looked at Helen and then quickly away. Helen stroked Myka's hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear so it wouldn't cover her face when she looked away shyly. "I'm worried I won't know how to do it."
"There's no wrong way," Helen assured her.
"But there is a right way." She met Helen's gaze. "She's mentioned you. Your talents."
Helen blushed but didn't look away. "Has she."
"Will you... show me?"
Helen hesitated. "I'm not sure Helena would be open to that..."
"Have you forgotten so much about me, Helen?" HG stepped into the office, smiling broadly. "I've told her that she doesn't have to worry about pleasuring me in that manner. But she seems... insistent." Myka blushed again. HG stroked Myka's hair and then looked at Helen. "I would be grateful if you would share your knowledge with my dear girl."
Helen nodded. "Very well. On one condition."
"I think I can guess."
Helen grinned and stroked the fine bones of HG's hand. "You always could."
#
Myka's skin was supple after her bath. Helen eased her down until she was seated on the very edge of the bed, her calves resting on Helen's shoulders. HG shed her robe and crawled naked over the bed, Helen and Myka both watching as she prowled toward the head of the bed. Helen stroked Myka's inner thighs, kneeling on the bed in her slip. "Just do as I do." She kissed the inside of Myka's right knee. She turned her head and brushed her lips feather-soft against her left thigh.
HG straddled Myka's head, and Myka brushed her lips over HG's thigh.
"Good girl," Helen whispered. She closed her eyes and explored Myka's thigh. Slowly, methodically, moving lower every few seconds. She looked up now and then to make sure Myka was following her instructions. HG was facing away from Helen, but had twisted at the waist to look over her shoulder. She had one hand on the small of her back, fingers resting on the curve of her ass. Her eyebrows were arched, her lips parted, and she smiled when she met Helen's gaze. Helen winked at her.
"Madame Tease," HG whispered. "Oh, I'd forgotten that about you, Helen..."
"The night you finished The Sea Lady, on the beach." Helen spoke so that her breath washed over Myka's pubic hair. "I made you wait until the tide came in." She kissed the line where Myka's leg met her hip. "You came as the ocean washed over us."
"God," HG groaned, either at the memory or Myka's lips playing against her sensitive flesh.
Helen pressed a kiss to Myka's labia, wetting it with her tongue before pulling back. She teased with the tip of her tongue and then pushed it inside, using her thumbs to open Myka to her. Myka whimpered, and HG cried out as Myka copied the move. Helen ran her eyes over Myka's stomach and bare breasts, to her throat. She saw the flutter of pink tongue between Myka's mouth and HG's sex. It had been far too long since Helen enjoyed the taste of a woman; even longer since she shared a woman with HG. She was grateful for the opportunity.
She dragged her tongue up to the hood at the apex of her labia. Her thumbs, wet with Myka's wetness, eased her folds apart. She used both to stroke the sensitive inner flesh as she circled the clit with her tongue. When it presented itself, she closed her lips around it and began to gently suck. She massaged with her thumbs, stroked with her tongue, and closed her eyes as Myka pressed her body down against her. Helen opened her eyes just long enough to make sure Myka was copying her; judging by how HG's shoulders were hunched and her head was bowed, she was doing a very good job.
Myka came first, closing her thighs around Helen's head for a few seconds before her lower body went slack. Helen lifted her head just long enough to say, "You're not done yet, Ms. Bering," and kissing her again. She eased two fingers inside, adding her tongue as Myka cried out. HG whispered Myka's name, then Helen's.
Myka came a second time, overlapping with HG's first. Helen waited until Myka was totally relaxed before she withdrew, kissing her thighs and licking her wet lips. HG rolled to one side and pulled Myka to her, kissing her passionately. Helen watched the two lovers curl in the center of her bed and stood up, hands clasped loosely in front of her. She was completely at ease with her nudity, her feet crossed at the ankles as she watched them.
"Now, ladies, if that will be all... I'll thank you to get out of my bed. I'd like to sleep now."
HG looked up at her and Myka nuzzled her cheek. "She wants to sleep, darling."
Myka nipped HG's ear. "I thought you said she was smart."
"Brilliant, in fact," HG said.
"Ladies..."
"Perhaps she needs to be taught a thing or two, Myka."
"So it would seem."
Helen shrieked, and then laughed, as she was pulled down onto the bed.
Title: Unexpected Advantages
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen solo
Word Count: 648
Category: PWP
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Helen Magnus, shower"
Summary: There's no bath, so Helen is forced to compromise.
The hotel room didn't have a tub. She called down to the desk and discovered that there were no tubs in any of the available rooms. How this travesty could have occurred in this day and age, she had no idea. She stood in the bathroom, her clothing weighed down with mud, seaweed and dried serpent blood, and weighed her options. Finally, she stepped over the narrow lip and turned on the water. It poured down over her, flattening her hair and pelting her through her clothes. She let it scour away the thick mess that covered her clothes and took off an item once it became clean. Her blouse, her trousers, her brassiere and underwear were all dumped onto a wet mess in the middle of the bathroom floor.
Once she was naked, she turned her face into the spray and began scrubbing her skin. She found a cube of soap and unwrapped it, bringing it to her nose and judging the scent to be acceptable. She scrubbed her arms, swept the bar across her chest, and lathered up both hands. Glancing down, she saw that her toes were covered with black smudges and wrinkled her nose. She covered the drain and let enough water build up that her feet were completely covered so they could soak.
Helen moved the bar of soap down between her legs and closed her eyes. She parted her legs slightly and ran the soap over her sex. Her fingers were slick and lathered, and she used them to tease herself as she thought about the woman who had helped them on this mission. Eva. Sensual, dangerous, ridiculously talented with a stunner. The gleam in her eye when she said, "We'll meet again, Dr. Magnus."
She hoped she had conveyed her true feelings when she replied, "Count on it."
She gripped the shower head for balance, nearly toppling when it came free. She started to curse the shoddy workmanship before she realized it was intended to detach. She was about to hook it back into place when the spray washed over her nipple. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, looked down at her pubic mound, and aimed the shower head lower.
"Oh." She cupped her soapy hand, letting the water hit her fingers and splash up against her sex. By changing the angle of her fingers, she could change the pressure of the water hitting her. She moved the shower head closer and the spray became almost too intense. She pulled it back, and the spray spread wide.
Helen closed her eyes and imagined Eva standing in front of her, clothes soaked and slowly vanishing. Helen gasped, thrusting against the roiling water cupped in her hand. It was better than a vibrator; a sex toy without shape or boundaries. It could cover her sex entirely, or it could hit with pinpoint accuracy.
She felt herself starting to come and pulled back. She was trembling, weak in the knees, but she didn't have anywhere she had to be. She didn't have any meetings until they flew out in the morning. She could take her time.
The tenderness faded, and Helen cautiously moved the shower head back toward herself. She whimpered and decided to see just how long she could take.
#
Helen, her skin pink and swaddled in a fluffy hotel towel, padded barefoot into her hotel room. Her limbs felt rubbery, her head still swimming from her orgasm. She curled her toes in the carpet, every sensation feeling vibrant and new. She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, protecting the very sensitive areas of her anatomy, and dialed the Sanctuary's private line. She made the arrangements and hung up before stretching out on the bed.
A shower with a detachable head would be installed in her private bathroom by the time she got back home.