Understanding 1/?
And then he's pushed away and he's gasping for breath, but there's a touch of a vaguely familiar confused look on his face. And really now the plan is falling to pieces, because Myka is no longer distracted and any form of conversation wasn't really in the plan. And then Myka is paying attention and being her normal observant self, and she knows why the vaguely familiar confused look was familiar but wrong. And then she knows what she's looking for.
And it's not until Myka is pulling a thimble off a shaking finger and suddenly it's not Pete but Claudia standing in front of her that Myka begins to really understand.
When Myka’s eyes lock on her, Claudia knows she’s screwed. Because really, her plan couldn’t have gone more wrong, or maybe it’s going right. Because the way Myka is looking at her, it isn’t anger, or fear, or hate, or any of the other thousands of emotions Claudia had been somewhat prepared for. This look... it’s nothing Claudia expected, and then it doesn’t matter, because the thimble is on the floor, and she’s Claudia and Myka is Myka.
Then it’s Claudia’s back against the door and it’s Myka’s lips on hers. And suddenly there’s a hand up the back of Claudia’s shirt, and the heat of body pressed against body, and teeth nipping at her bottom lip and it’s all so delicious it hurts to breathe. And it’s Myka’s head in the crook of her neck and the brunette’s tongue on her neck, her breath against Claudia’s ear, and there are whispers, the faintest of whispers, and they echo in Claudia’s heart.
And all preconceptions Claudia had are shattered when it’s Myka’s voice breathing into her ear, sharing her secrets, “I wanted it to be you Claud. I wanted it so bad it hurt. You’ve been the only one in my dreams since the day you showed up, and all I want, right now, is you.”
This, this so wasn’t in the plan, but as Myka’s fingers sneak beneath the waistband of her jeans Claudia can’t help but think it should have been. And when Myka’s fingers find that spot, and all Claudia can think is her name, and “oh god” she realizes this is so much better than her plan. And on some level she knows there will be hell to pay later, and maybe some regrets, but when Myka’s fingers curl like that, and her tongue plays across Claudia’s neck, she doesn’t think anymore.
And later, when Claudia finally pulls away from the door and meets Myka’s eyes full on for the first time, she’s pulled apart and pushed back together by everything she sees there. And maybe she’s not going to hell after all.
And it's not until Myka is pulling a thimble off a shaking finger and suddenly it's not Pete but Claudia standing in front of her that Myka begins to really understand.
When Myka’s eyes lock on her, Claudia knows she’s screwed. Because really, her plan couldn’t have gone more wrong, or maybe it’s going right. Because the way Myka is looking at her, it isn’t anger, or fear, or hate, or any of the other thousands of emotions Claudia had been somewhat prepared for. This look... it’s nothing Claudia expected, and then it doesn’t matter, because the thimble is on the floor, and she’s Claudia and Myka is Myka.
Then it’s Claudia’s back against the door and it’s Myka’s lips on hers. And suddenly there’s a hand up the back of Claudia’s shirt, and the heat of body pressed against body, and teeth nipping at her bottom lip and it’s all so delicious it hurts to breathe. And it’s Myka’s head in the crook of her neck and the brunette’s tongue on her neck, her breath against Claudia’s ear, and there are whispers, the faintest of whispers, and they echo in Claudia’s heart.
And all preconceptions Claudia had are shattered when it’s Myka’s voice breathing into her ear, sharing her secrets, “I wanted it to be you Claud. I wanted it so bad it hurt. You’ve been the only one in my dreams since the day you showed up, and all I want, right now, is you.”
This, this so wasn’t in the plan, but as Myka’s fingers sneak beneath the waistband of her jeans Claudia can’t help but think it should have been. And when Myka’s fingers find that spot, and all Claudia can think is her name, and “oh god” she realizes this is so much better than her plan. And on some level she knows there will be hell to pay later, and maybe some regrets, but when Myka’s fingers curl like that, and her tongue plays across Claudia’s neck, she doesn’t think anymore.
And later, when Claudia finally pulls away from the door and meets Myka’s eyes full on for the first time, she’s pulled apart and pushed back together by everything she sees there. And maybe she’s not going to hell after all.