My Dearest Myka series
Title: Part 20 - Trembling
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them, (except Dr. Sierra Mawer, I can take credit for her, I created her). I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for the shows, or the production companies, and there is no profit being made.
Pairings: Myka/HG Wells - OFC/Helen Magnus
Rating: this portion NC-17 - NSFW!
Spoilers: Takes place soon after S2x12, spoilers eh, not really anymore.
A/N: I’ve decided to take the advice and do a Sanctuary crossover. I’m still getting a handle on Magnus, but I think that’s ok since Mawer is just getting a handle on her too ☺
Previous: Part 19 - New Boundaries
Part 20 - Trembling
As they walked Helena tipped her head back and smiled at the Rocky Mountain sky taking a deep breath. “It has been too long.”
Myka paused and smiled down at her, fighting the tears welling up again. “I missed you so much.”
Helena turned back to her seriously, “With every fiber of my being Myka, I promise you, I will make it up to you in some way.”
Myka took her and wrapped her up in her arms. “Helena, don’t leave me again. Ok?”
“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to.”
Myka kissed her urgently, “Oh god Helena,” she said into her lips. HG pushed her against a tree and kissed her in return, leaning into her with all of her weight. Untucking Helena’s shirt, Myka slid her palms under it and up along her ribs pressing their bodies more tightly together.
Helena’s breaths came fast, after all she’d been through, she’d wanted this woman through it all, and had almost given up on ever seeing her again.
“Myka, please, I want to make love to you.”
Myka caught her breath, “Where? You…?”
Helena, kissed down the skin exposed by Myka’s shirt and shook her head, “Barracks or a lab for now. You?”
Myka shook her head and groaned in frustration, “Mrs. Frederic’s car.” Myka’s Farnsworth rang.
Dr. Mawer shouted at her from the screen, “GET A ROOM!”
A frustrated Myka matched her volume as Helena ground up against her, “WHERE?”
“Seriously,” Mawer continued, “We have cameras all through this compound, unless you want to give a bunch of security guards more of a show,” She looked down at the guards, two women and a man, all three of whom shamefacedly refused to meet her gaze, “I suggest you get back in here and I’ll see what I can do.”
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Sierra gave them her best disapproving mother look when they came in the door to her office. Helena looked like the cat that ate the canary, but Myka actually looked contrite. “Green line, second door.” Mawer said. Smiling, she sat down, going back to the World of Warcraft toon on her computer screen. Helena grabbed Myka’s hand and dragged her out to the hall.
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Helena closed the door and pushed Myka against the back of it, possessing her lips. Slipping her fingers into the back of Helena’s pants Myka pulled her closer. The younger woman wanted to feel her, to assure herself that Helena was real, to touch her, and make her cry out in passion. She felt like she had waited the full 110 years to be with Helena, and she knew HG had waited too long, but she wanted to savor every bit of their time. Myka pulled her lips a breath away and with the tiniest hint of a smile in her eyes she murmured, “Patience.”
Groaning at her at her own word spoken so long ago, Helena forced herself to slow down; there was nothing she wouldn’t do for this woman. Swallowing her need, she knelt, and began unbuttoning Myka’s shirt from the bottom up, teasing every inch of skin she uncovered with whisper soft caresses of her teeth and tongue. When she reached the top she slipped it off each shoulder and reached for the clasp of Myka’s bra. Myka put a hand on her chest, pushing her back a step.
Myka continued pushing her still further back and sat Helena on the bed. As she did she watched the feral look in Helena’s dark eyes, the smaller woman was recalculating the distance between them with each step, and the quickest ways to close the gap. Still standing and locked to Helena’s gaze she reached back and unclasped her own bra. Letting it drop she reached down and unfastened her pants, drawing the zipper down slow, then let them fall as well.
Helena’s heart was pounding as if it meant to escape her chest. It took every ounce of her will to sit still and watch. Myka advanced and knelt on the floor in front of her. She spread Helena’s knees and nestled her face in the crotch of her jeans. Shockwaves of desire flooding through her, Helena took a handful of curls and gently pulled Myka back up to her mouth. She forced herself to taste first, her tongue testing, then exploring when Myka parted her lips allowing her inside. Myka stripped Helena of her shirt and bra, as they kissed, then pulled Helena's pants free and knelt on the bed straddling a strong thigh. Helena withdrew for an instant, a moment of unidentifiable unease crossed her mind, but she pushed it away, looked up and, with an impish smile, pulled a hard nipple into her mouth.
Myka’s eyes closed and her head slowly tipped back, her breath was stolen away with a whimper escaping her lips as the other woman nibbled, sucked and teased. Helena released the tortured nub and kissed her way back up the younger woman’s throat to nip at her pulse point. She ran her hands down Myka’s back and under her panties, catching the hem with her thumbs and pulling them off as far as they would go. Myka slid off the bed and stood while Helena pulled them all the way down those long legs, nuzzling her soft fur with a cheek on the way back up. She could smell how wet Myka was and it made her mouth ache. Taking Myka’s hips she sat her back on the bed and lead her up to the pillows. Pausing she pulled her own underwear off and turned the tables by placing her knee between Myka’s.
Myka felt the slick heat of Helena’s arousal burn into her flesh. She a flexed her muscle for more leverage and Helena took it, grinding down harder still, opening herself on Myka’s hard thigh. Myka rose up and tested her teeth in a line up Helena’s ribcage. When she got to her breast she circled and nipped everywhere but where she was wanted most, not taking the nipple until Helena let out a small growl. The skin clenched as she licked and teased, she wrapped her arms behind Helena pulling her still closer, pressing her own breasts into the other woman’s body. Helena was breathing quickly but quietly until Myka bit down just enough. An inhaled hiss greeted her ears followed by a moan. Myka rolled the smaller woman over on her back, and was surprised when Helena used their momentum and rolled back above her.
Helena looked down at her and said with certainty, “You’re mine.”
Myka looked up and trembled under the ferocity in Helena’s eyes. “Then take me,” she whispered in reply, fisting both hands in soft black waves of hair and pulling Helena back to her mouth. Helena pulled away and ran her lips along Myka’s collarbone to the hollow of her throat, then crept down the full length of Myka’s torso, neglecting nothing.
She moved down to Myka’s knees, slid both arms under her legs and slowly kissed her way back up to center. Myka’s breathing was uneven, everywhere Helena touched sent sparks skittering through her skin. Helena caught Myka’s gaze and held it as she parted soft folds with the very tip of her tongue. Myka whimpered again and her muscles jumped, her body asking for more when her mind couldn’t find the words.
Helena obliged, venturing deeper she let Myka’s sweet, metallic flavor roll over in her mouth and savored it. Myka tasted like the air after an electric short, or lightening, the flavor of ozone and heat. Her taste was elemental, the essence of a storm. She slid her tongue down and inside, flicking and lapping while Myka bucked, mewling and moaning in response. Helena wanted to stay there forever, but Myka’s moans were becoming more insistent. Taking two fingers she slid them into liquid heat. Myka’s cry filled her ears and she smiled into her lover. Replacing her tongue with the heel of her hand, she let Myka set the pace, while she moved back up Myka’s body to find her lips.
Helena’s hand pumped inside her while Myka tasted herself on those sweet lips. “So close,” she whispered, Helena smiled, curled her fingers into commas and stilled, getting another moan, “Oh God please, Helena please.” Quick short breaths shook Myka’s words. Helena resumed, pressing deeper inside her with each new stroke, filling her, until Myka cried out and bit her lip as her body shuddered in release. Gasping, she reached up and pulled the smaller woman down on top of her, holding her tight.
Coming to rest, the last bit of tension flowed from Helena’s shoulders as she relaxed her weight on Myka’s frame. She wrapped her arms around and under Myka and held her tight, snuggling into her neck as Myka held her in return. “I’ve needed your touch.” Myka sighed, “You feel right in my arms.” She inhaled deeply, the smell of spices greeted her. “Mmmm, you smell like you again,” She said and smiled.
Helena closed her eyes, filling her senses with the woman she almost lost. Each sense told her more. She could smell Myka’s hair and skin, with a hint of coffee and vanilla. Each nerve firing told her another story of Myka, when she breathed, wet here and warm there, each muscle ridge and curved valley. She listened to Myka’s breathing and heard a catch, then felt herself be turned over. Helena arched into her, she wanted to let Myka touch her, but she also still felt strangely hesitant. She had felt the pain from the cuts on her arm as they rolled; it reminded her that her body was different now. There were scars and imperfections tattooed into her skin, there was hard muscle where she had once been softer and more womanly, she felt self-conscious. What would Myka think of this body that had been through so much these last few months?
Myka measured the map of the woman beneath her. She saw the hesitation in Helena when the woman tried to hide a small burn mark on her side. Myka gently caressed the hand covering the scar and took it away; kissing the imprint the fire had left behind. She looked into Helena’s eyes and saw the watchfulness and uncertainty behind them. “Helena, you are beautiful,” she traced the two parallel lines, still a little red, on Helena’s bicep with her fingers, then brought her palm over the other woman’s eyes. “Close your eyes, just feel my love for you.”
Helena obeyed, closing her eyes as Myka studied the body beneath her with her lips. Each nick and bruise Myka found, kissing and touching them with gentle reverence. Myka found her way back to Helena’s lip where it was split not so long ago and kissed that too before nudging her head to the side and proceeding down the side of Helena’s throat. “You have only gotten more beautiful,” she whispered, her breath tickling the hairs on Helena’s neck. Helena finally relaxed under Myka’s ministrations and took a deep shaking breath.
“There is no part of you I don’t love,” Myka said quietly, Helena opened her eyes and the watchfulness was gone. Choosing to err on the side of caution, having seen Helena’s vulnerability, she ran a palm down the center of Helena’s torso and let it rest in the soft tangle of fur asking, “Do you still want me to touch you?”
Helena answered by taking Myka’s hand and pressing it to her clit, drawing it up and back down, finally releasing a held breath. “Please Myka,” she said, “Please don’t ever stop touching me.” She took her hand away and shifted taking Myka’s supporting arm out from under her. After rolling them both over she was astride Myka’s thigh again. Leaning down she said in a ragged fierce whisper, “I need you inside of me now.”
Myka thrust inside her, pulling her long fingers almost all the way out before pushing back in. Helena’s hips rocked back and pinned Myka’s hand back against her leg muscle. With long strokes she rode, feeling the strength of the limb beneath her, Myka inside her, and a force rising in her. Her muscles flexed, taught as harp strings, but refused to break.
She swallowed hard, giving up control had never been easy for her, control and trust, but she needed to both give up and trust now. “Take me,” she whispered, “Please Myka.”
Without pause Myka took over, continuing the tempo Helena had set. Supporting her hand with her thigh and thrusting with her hips she pulled Helena down and held her tight with her other arm. Helena relaxed into her and moaned a little as Myka added another finger and the continued long, slow strokes, “mmmmmm” the sound rumbled from the back of Myka’s throat. Myka kissed her neck, then, remembering back to happier times, sunk her teeth into a shoulder muscle.
Sobbing her pleasure into her partner Helena’s world shattered. Myka’s arms held her as the smaller woman’s muscles spasmed and shook, like a wave crashing around her then tossing her in the surf, leaving her trembling and limp.
Helena hid her tears by clinging to Myka and snuggling into her neck and shoulder. Myka’s heart broke for the woman in her arms as she felt the tears drip down her skin, but said nothing. She had been through so much, more than anyone would think humanly possible. Fifty years more than any other human psyche had ever dealt with anything as far as Myka knew.
Helena sniffed and wiped her eyes, then she raised her head and kissed Myka so possessively Myka would never again question whether this woman would do anything to protect her and keep her safe. She knew they would have to be apart time and time again, but she would always come back, and so would Helena.
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Three blissful days later the world came back into focus when Dr Mawer knocked at the door announcing, “Honeymoon’s over.”
They pulled on a couple of robes found in the bathroom and Helena opened the door, relaxing against it in that way she had. “Time waits for no man…or woman.” Sierra continued smiling and shaking her head at the two. The irony was not lost on Helena, who grinned. Myka, sitting on the end of the bed cross-legged, sighed and rolled her eyes.
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Hours later they stood holding each other in the gravel parking lot outside. Myka pulled back and whispered, “Be good, be safe, I’ll see you soon.”
Helena looked her in the eyes and pulled her closer, “We do deadly things, and we can’t always control what happens, but I am going to love you as long as I’m alive. My dearest Myka, I love you.”
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A/N - Here is a preview of the next story I’m working on that is part one of a Sanctuary/Warehouse 13 crossover series. It is going to go along more slowly than this one, but I intend for there to be more Myka and HG as well as some Mawer/Magnus action. This part is titled ‘M&Ms”
Part 1 - M&Ms
Dr Sierra Mawer, sat at her computer reviewing case notes and simultaneously cussing out a guild mate over ventrillo “get your head out of your ass and stop pulling those orcs in the corner. Healz I need healz!”
“Sierra, I found someone I want you to meet.”
Sierra didn’t look away from the computer screen, “Helena G. Wells I swear to Freyja if you’ve been signing me up for online dating sites again I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF.
A second female voice laughed and Sierra looked up. Startled she stood, hit the button on her microphone and said, “AFK.” A scream came from the speakers as Sierra reached over and shut them off.
“Dr. Sierra Mawer, I’d like you to meet Dr. Helen Magnus.”
HG had that devious look on her face that Mawer was certain she had cultivated from childhood, probably from the first time she stuck a stick in an ant mound to see what would happen. Scowling at HG and smiling at Helen in turn she navigated her 6ft frame around the desk and extended a hand.
Dr Magnus took it and smiled into her eyes, “I am pleased to meet you. I’m familiar with your work.”
Three things threw Sierra off guard in that instant. First, Helen’s eyes were black pools soaking in light instead of reflecting it back, they took Sierra’s breath away. Second, she had read and admired Magnus’ work for years. The third was the most rattling of all… “How can you be familiar with my work? I never publish more than three papers under the same name?”
Eyeing Mawer, HG spoke up, “Tea?” She said as she moved to the corner where Mawer kept her electric kettle and tea tray.
Letting go of Magnus’ hand Sierra backpedaled, “I mean… thank you and I have admired some of your work as well.” Sierra winced at her choice of words but what was said was said.
Helen smiled and tipped her head curiously as Mawer showed her to a chair and sat across from her. Behind Helen, HG was smiling shaking her head. Catching Mawer’s eye, rolled her own. Mawer got the message, ‘Were you born in a barn?’ she seemed to ask.
“I’m sorry…” Mawer began
“No, I’m curious,” Helen jumped in at Mawer’s pause. She was curious rather than offended and Sierra let a breath out she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You said ‘some’ of my research. Would you clarify?”
“Well it’s not…” Sierra flushed, “ your research, um, your research is brilliant by the way… so much as your terminology. I have trouble with your use of the word ‘abnormal’. For example, I am not abnormal despite being 150 years old. My condition is a statistical variation from the norm, like being a lesbian is ‘variant’. Nature thrives on variety. These ways of being are perfectly in sync with a natural though rare state. To say I’m abnormal has connotations, it’s like saying I am unnatural and I find that insulting.”
Magnus nodded slowly, “I understand. Would it help you if I told you I consider myself abnormal as well? I am also over 150 years old…And I’m certain I’ve aged as well as you,” Mawer smiled at the compliment and Magnus’ eyes sparkled, “I simply use the term by its definition as ‘not normal’ as in not within common parameters.”
“Well if you read a little psych 101 you’d understand that you need to be aware of the connotations of your words, as well as their defined meaning.” Sierra was taken aback by the idea that this woman had been on earth longer than she had, but was not backing down.
“An if you did a little basic biology research you’d see that you cannot take fitting terminology personally.”
“Yes well when you refer to people AS ‘abnormals’ rather than saying they have a condition or are in a state which IS abnormal it becomes a label upon the person which….”
“Well now that we have offended each other…” HG interjected, bringing over the tea and sitting down.
“I’m not offended,” Both Mawer and Magnus said at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled. Mawer relaxed a little, seeing that Magnus enjoyed intellectual debate as much as she did. Thanking HG she picked up a teacup and poured in some cream watching the light and dark colors swirl together. Looking up she caught Magnus watching her. Helen did not look away, instead she held Mawer’s gaze for one beat, then two, then maybe too long but Sierra refused to look away either. Mawer chewed the inside of her lip nervously, then, remembering that was her tell, stopped and ran her tongue over the spot. Helen noticed, then like a cat, she ‘chose’ to look away and attend to her own tea.
HG watched the two women and gave her teacup a self-satisfied smirk. The teacup, despite having full access to Mawer’s office, didn’t have a clue what HG was smiling about. HG decided she’d have to share with Myka when they saw each other again. She’d known this was a good idea, it had just taken some time to orchestrate. “Well I’m off, being conscripted and all,” HG announced, taking a sip of her tea and standing. “Warehouse 2 artifacts aren’t going to ferry themselves across the ocean to Warehouse 13.”
Sierra stood as well, “Thank you Helena.” She said then turned to Magnus, “You are welcome to stay if you like. I promise not to keep boring you with semantics.”
Helen nodded and acquiesced, “You are not boring, and I’d like to stay if you’ll have me. I’m fascinated by what you’ve built here.” She stood and turned to HG, “Helena,” Magnus gave her a hug, “interesting as always.”
As she left Mawer followed her to the door, “Interesting yes, trouble as always,” Mawer said in a low voice.
“Don’t stay up past your bedtime,” HG responded and swaggered out, closing the door behind her.
Mawer turned back to Helen who was watching her again. Being a watcher herself, Mawer was a little unnerved by being the one watched.
TBC?
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them, (except Dr. Sierra Mawer, I can take credit for her, I created her). I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for the shows, or the production companies, and there is no profit being made.
Pairings: Myka/HG Wells - OFC/Helen Magnus
Rating: this portion NC-17 - NSFW!
Spoilers: Takes place soon after S2x12, spoilers eh, not really anymore.
A/N: I’ve decided to take the advice and do a Sanctuary crossover. I’m still getting a handle on Magnus, but I think that’s ok since Mawer is just getting a handle on her too ☺
Previous: Part 19 - New Boundaries
Part 20 - Trembling
As they walked Helena tipped her head back and smiled at the Rocky Mountain sky taking a deep breath. “It has been too long.”
Myka paused and smiled down at her, fighting the tears welling up again. “I missed you so much.”
Helena turned back to her seriously, “With every fiber of my being Myka, I promise you, I will make it up to you in some way.”
Myka took her and wrapped her up in her arms. “Helena, don’t leave me again. Ok?”
“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to.”
Myka kissed her urgently, “Oh god Helena,” she said into her lips. HG pushed her against a tree and kissed her in return, leaning into her with all of her weight. Untucking Helena’s shirt, Myka slid her palms under it and up along her ribs pressing their bodies more tightly together.
Helena’s breaths came fast, after all she’d been through, she’d wanted this woman through it all, and had almost given up on ever seeing her again.
“Myka, please, I want to make love to you.”
Myka caught her breath, “Where? You…?”
Helena, kissed down the skin exposed by Myka’s shirt and shook her head, “Barracks or a lab for now. You?”
Myka shook her head and groaned in frustration, “Mrs. Frederic’s car.” Myka’s Farnsworth rang.
Dr. Mawer shouted at her from the screen, “GET A ROOM!”
A frustrated Myka matched her volume as Helena ground up against her, “WHERE?”
“Seriously,” Mawer continued, “We have cameras all through this compound, unless you want to give a bunch of security guards more of a show,” She looked down at the guards, two women and a man, all three of whom shamefacedly refused to meet her gaze, “I suggest you get back in here and I’ll see what I can do.”
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Sierra gave them her best disapproving mother look when they came in the door to her office. Helena looked like the cat that ate the canary, but Myka actually looked contrite. “Green line, second door.” Mawer said. Smiling, she sat down, going back to the World of Warcraft toon on her computer screen. Helena grabbed Myka’s hand and dragged her out to the hall.
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Helena closed the door and pushed Myka against the back of it, possessing her lips. Slipping her fingers into the back of Helena’s pants Myka pulled her closer. The younger woman wanted to feel her, to assure herself that Helena was real, to touch her, and make her cry out in passion. She felt like she had waited the full 110 years to be with Helena, and she knew HG had waited too long, but she wanted to savor every bit of their time. Myka pulled her lips a breath away and with the tiniest hint of a smile in her eyes she murmured, “Patience.”
Groaning at her at her own word spoken so long ago, Helena forced herself to slow down; there was nothing she wouldn’t do for this woman. Swallowing her need, she knelt, and began unbuttoning Myka’s shirt from the bottom up, teasing every inch of skin she uncovered with whisper soft caresses of her teeth and tongue. When she reached the top she slipped it off each shoulder and reached for the clasp of Myka’s bra. Myka put a hand on her chest, pushing her back a step.
Myka continued pushing her still further back and sat Helena on the bed. As she did she watched the feral look in Helena’s dark eyes, the smaller woman was recalculating the distance between them with each step, and the quickest ways to close the gap. Still standing and locked to Helena’s gaze she reached back and unclasped her own bra. Letting it drop she reached down and unfastened her pants, drawing the zipper down slow, then let them fall as well.
Helena’s heart was pounding as if it meant to escape her chest. It took every ounce of her will to sit still and watch. Myka advanced and knelt on the floor in front of her. She spread Helena’s knees and nestled her face in the crotch of her jeans. Shockwaves of desire flooding through her, Helena took a handful of curls and gently pulled Myka back up to her mouth. She forced herself to taste first, her tongue testing, then exploring when Myka parted her lips allowing her inside. Myka stripped Helena of her shirt and bra, as they kissed, then pulled Helena's pants free and knelt on the bed straddling a strong thigh. Helena withdrew for an instant, a moment of unidentifiable unease crossed her mind, but she pushed it away, looked up and, with an impish smile, pulled a hard nipple into her mouth.
Myka’s eyes closed and her head slowly tipped back, her breath was stolen away with a whimper escaping her lips as the other woman nibbled, sucked and teased. Helena released the tortured nub and kissed her way back up the younger woman’s throat to nip at her pulse point. She ran her hands down Myka’s back and under her panties, catching the hem with her thumbs and pulling them off as far as they would go. Myka slid off the bed and stood while Helena pulled them all the way down those long legs, nuzzling her soft fur with a cheek on the way back up. She could smell how wet Myka was and it made her mouth ache. Taking Myka’s hips she sat her back on the bed and lead her up to the pillows. Pausing she pulled her own underwear off and turned the tables by placing her knee between Myka’s.
Myka felt the slick heat of Helena’s arousal burn into her flesh. She a flexed her muscle for more leverage and Helena took it, grinding down harder still, opening herself on Myka’s hard thigh. Myka rose up and tested her teeth in a line up Helena’s ribcage. When she got to her breast she circled and nipped everywhere but where she was wanted most, not taking the nipple until Helena let out a small growl. The skin clenched as she licked and teased, she wrapped her arms behind Helena pulling her still closer, pressing her own breasts into the other woman’s body. Helena was breathing quickly but quietly until Myka bit down just enough. An inhaled hiss greeted her ears followed by a moan. Myka rolled the smaller woman over on her back, and was surprised when Helena used their momentum and rolled back above her.
Helena looked down at her and said with certainty, “You’re mine.”
Myka looked up and trembled under the ferocity in Helena’s eyes. “Then take me,” she whispered in reply, fisting both hands in soft black waves of hair and pulling Helena back to her mouth. Helena pulled away and ran her lips along Myka’s collarbone to the hollow of her throat, then crept down the full length of Myka’s torso, neglecting nothing.
She moved down to Myka’s knees, slid both arms under her legs and slowly kissed her way back up to center. Myka’s breathing was uneven, everywhere Helena touched sent sparks skittering through her skin. Helena caught Myka’s gaze and held it as she parted soft folds with the very tip of her tongue. Myka whimpered again and her muscles jumped, her body asking for more when her mind couldn’t find the words.
Helena obliged, venturing deeper she let Myka’s sweet, metallic flavor roll over in her mouth and savored it. Myka tasted like the air after an electric short, or lightening, the flavor of ozone and heat. Her taste was elemental, the essence of a storm. She slid her tongue down and inside, flicking and lapping while Myka bucked, mewling and moaning in response. Helena wanted to stay there forever, but Myka’s moans were becoming more insistent. Taking two fingers she slid them into liquid heat. Myka’s cry filled her ears and she smiled into her lover. Replacing her tongue with the heel of her hand, she let Myka set the pace, while she moved back up Myka’s body to find her lips.
Helena’s hand pumped inside her while Myka tasted herself on those sweet lips. “So close,” she whispered, Helena smiled, curled her fingers into commas and stilled, getting another moan, “Oh God please, Helena please.” Quick short breaths shook Myka’s words. Helena resumed, pressing deeper inside her with each new stroke, filling her, until Myka cried out and bit her lip as her body shuddered in release. Gasping, she reached up and pulled the smaller woman down on top of her, holding her tight.
Coming to rest, the last bit of tension flowed from Helena’s shoulders as she relaxed her weight on Myka’s frame. She wrapped her arms around and under Myka and held her tight, snuggling into her neck as Myka held her in return. “I’ve needed your touch.” Myka sighed, “You feel right in my arms.” She inhaled deeply, the smell of spices greeted her. “Mmmm, you smell like you again,” She said and smiled.
Helena closed her eyes, filling her senses with the woman she almost lost. Each sense told her more. She could smell Myka’s hair and skin, with a hint of coffee and vanilla. Each nerve firing told her another story of Myka, when she breathed, wet here and warm there, each muscle ridge and curved valley. She listened to Myka’s breathing and heard a catch, then felt herself be turned over. Helena arched into her, she wanted to let Myka touch her, but she also still felt strangely hesitant. She had felt the pain from the cuts on her arm as they rolled; it reminded her that her body was different now. There were scars and imperfections tattooed into her skin, there was hard muscle where she had once been softer and more womanly, she felt self-conscious. What would Myka think of this body that had been through so much these last few months?
Myka measured the map of the woman beneath her. She saw the hesitation in Helena when the woman tried to hide a small burn mark on her side. Myka gently caressed the hand covering the scar and took it away; kissing the imprint the fire had left behind. She looked into Helena’s eyes and saw the watchfulness and uncertainty behind them. “Helena, you are beautiful,” she traced the two parallel lines, still a little red, on Helena’s bicep with her fingers, then brought her palm over the other woman’s eyes. “Close your eyes, just feel my love for you.”
Helena obeyed, closing her eyes as Myka studied the body beneath her with her lips. Each nick and bruise Myka found, kissing and touching them with gentle reverence. Myka found her way back to Helena’s lip where it was split not so long ago and kissed that too before nudging her head to the side and proceeding down the side of Helena’s throat. “You have only gotten more beautiful,” she whispered, her breath tickling the hairs on Helena’s neck. Helena finally relaxed under Myka’s ministrations and took a deep shaking breath.
“There is no part of you I don’t love,” Myka said quietly, Helena opened her eyes and the watchfulness was gone. Choosing to err on the side of caution, having seen Helena’s vulnerability, she ran a palm down the center of Helena’s torso and let it rest in the soft tangle of fur asking, “Do you still want me to touch you?”
Helena answered by taking Myka’s hand and pressing it to her clit, drawing it up and back down, finally releasing a held breath. “Please Myka,” she said, “Please don’t ever stop touching me.” She took her hand away and shifted taking Myka’s supporting arm out from under her. After rolling them both over she was astride Myka’s thigh again. Leaning down she said in a ragged fierce whisper, “I need you inside of me now.”
Myka thrust inside her, pulling her long fingers almost all the way out before pushing back in. Helena’s hips rocked back and pinned Myka’s hand back against her leg muscle. With long strokes she rode, feeling the strength of the limb beneath her, Myka inside her, and a force rising in her. Her muscles flexed, taught as harp strings, but refused to break.
She swallowed hard, giving up control had never been easy for her, control and trust, but she needed to both give up and trust now. “Take me,” she whispered, “Please Myka.”
Without pause Myka took over, continuing the tempo Helena had set. Supporting her hand with her thigh and thrusting with her hips she pulled Helena down and held her tight with her other arm. Helena relaxed into her and moaned a little as Myka added another finger and the continued long, slow strokes, “mmmmmm” the sound rumbled from the back of Myka’s throat. Myka kissed her neck, then, remembering back to happier times, sunk her teeth into a shoulder muscle.
Sobbing her pleasure into her partner Helena’s world shattered. Myka’s arms held her as the smaller woman’s muscles spasmed and shook, like a wave crashing around her then tossing her in the surf, leaving her trembling and limp.
Helena hid her tears by clinging to Myka and snuggling into her neck and shoulder. Myka’s heart broke for the woman in her arms as she felt the tears drip down her skin, but said nothing. She had been through so much, more than anyone would think humanly possible. Fifty years more than any other human psyche had ever dealt with anything as far as Myka knew.
Helena sniffed and wiped her eyes, then she raised her head and kissed Myka so possessively Myka would never again question whether this woman would do anything to protect her and keep her safe. She knew they would have to be apart time and time again, but she would always come back, and so would Helena.
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Three blissful days later the world came back into focus when Dr Mawer knocked at the door announcing, “Honeymoon’s over.”
They pulled on a couple of robes found in the bathroom and Helena opened the door, relaxing against it in that way she had. “Time waits for no man…or woman.” Sierra continued smiling and shaking her head at the two. The irony was not lost on Helena, who grinned. Myka, sitting on the end of the bed cross-legged, sighed and rolled her eyes.
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Hours later they stood holding each other in the gravel parking lot outside. Myka pulled back and whispered, “Be good, be safe, I’ll see you soon.”
Helena looked her in the eyes and pulled her closer, “We do deadly things, and we can’t always control what happens, but I am going to love you as long as I’m alive. My dearest Myka, I love you.”
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A/N - Here is a preview of the next story I’m working on that is part one of a Sanctuary/Warehouse 13 crossover series. It is going to go along more slowly than this one, but I intend for there to be more Myka and HG as well as some Mawer/Magnus action. This part is titled ‘M&Ms”
Part 1 - M&Ms
Dr Sierra Mawer, sat at her computer reviewing case notes and simultaneously cussing out a guild mate over ventrillo “get your head out of your ass and stop pulling those orcs in the corner. Healz I need healz!”
“Sierra, I found someone I want you to meet.”
Sierra didn’t look away from the computer screen, “Helena G. Wells I swear to Freyja if you’ve been signing me up for online dating sites again I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF.
A second female voice laughed and Sierra looked up. Startled she stood, hit the button on her microphone and said, “AFK.” A scream came from the speakers as Sierra reached over and shut them off.
“Dr. Sierra Mawer, I’d like you to meet Dr. Helen Magnus.”
HG had that devious look on her face that Mawer was certain she had cultivated from childhood, probably from the first time she stuck a stick in an ant mound to see what would happen. Scowling at HG and smiling at Helen in turn she navigated her 6ft frame around the desk and extended a hand.
Dr Magnus took it and smiled into her eyes, “I am pleased to meet you. I’m familiar with your work.”
Three things threw Sierra off guard in that instant. First, Helen’s eyes were black pools soaking in light instead of reflecting it back, they took Sierra’s breath away. Second, she had read and admired Magnus’ work for years. The third was the most rattling of all… “How can you be familiar with my work? I never publish more than three papers under the same name?”
Eyeing Mawer, HG spoke up, “Tea?” She said as she moved to the corner where Mawer kept her electric kettle and tea tray.
Letting go of Magnus’ hand Sierra backpedaled, “I mean… thank you and I have admired some of your work as well.” Sierra winced at her choice of words but what was said was said.
Helen smiled and tipped her head curiously as Mawer showed her to a chair and sat across from her. Behind Helen, HG was smiling shaking her head. Catching Mawer’s eye, rolled her own. Mawer got the message, ‘Were you born in a barn?’ she seemed to ask.
“I’m sorry…” Mawer began
“No, I’m curious,” Helen jumped in at Mawer’s pause. She was curious rather than offended and Sierra let a breath out she hadn’t realized she was holding. “You said ‘some’ of my research. Would you clarify?”
“Well it’s not…” Sierra flushed, “ your research, um, your research is brilliant by the way… so much as your terminology. I have trouble with your use of the word ‘abnormal’. For example, I am not abnormal despite being 150 years old. My condition is a statistical variation from the norm, like being a lesbian is ‘variant’. Nature thrives on variety. These ways of being are perfectly in sync with a natural though rare state. To say I’m abnormal has connotations, it’s like saying I am unnatural and I find that insulting.”
Magnus nodded slowly, “I understand. Would it help you if I told you I consider myself abnormal as well? I am also over 150 years old…And I’m certain I’ve aged as well as you,” Mawer smiled at the compliment and Magnus’ eyes sparkled, “I simply use the term by its definition as ‘not normal’ as in not within common parameters.”
“Well if you read a little psych 101 you’d understand that you need to be aware of the connotations of your words, as well as their defined meaning.” Sierra was taken aback by the idea that this woman had been on earth longer than she had, but was not backing down.
“An if you did a little basic biology research you’d see that you cannot take fitting terminology personally.”
“Yes well when you refer to people AS ‘abnormals’ rather than saying they have a condition or are in a state which IS abnormal it becomes a label upon the person which….”
“Well now that we have offended each other…” HG interjected, bringing over the tea and sitting down.
“I’m not offended,” Both Mawer and Magnus said at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled. Mawer relaxed a little, seeing that Magnus enjoyed intellectual debate as much as she did. Thanking HG she picked up a teacup and poured in some cream watching the light and dark colors swirl together. Looking up she caught Magnus watching her. Helen did not look away, instead she held Mawer’s gaze for one beat, then two, then maybe too long but Sierra refused to look away either. Mawer chewed the inside of her lip nervously, then, remembering that was her tell, stopped and ran her tongue over the spot. Helen noticed, then like a cat, she ‘chose’ to look away and attend to her own tea.
HG watched the two women and gave her teacup a self-satisfied smirk. The teacup, despite having full access to Mawer’s office, didn’t have a clue what HG was smiling about. HG decided she’d have to share with Myka when they saw each other again. She’d known this was a good idea, it had just taken some time to orchestrate. “Well I’m off, being conscripted and all,” HG announced, taking a sip of her tea and standing. “Warehouse 2 artifacts aren’t going to ferry themselves across the ocean to Warehouse 13.”
Sierra stood as well, “Thank you Helena.” She said then turned to Magnus, “You are welcome to stay if you like. I promise not to keep boring you with semantics.”
Helen nodded and acquiesced, “You are not boring, and I’d like to stay if you’ll have me. I’m fascinated by what you’ve built here.” She stood and turned to HG, “Helena,” Magnus gave her a hug, “interesting as always.”
As she left Mawer followed her to the door, “Interesting yes, trouble as always,” Mawer said in a low voice.
“Don’t stay up past your bedtime,” HG responded and swaggered out, closing the door behind her.
Mawer turned back to Helen who was watching her again. Being a watcher herself, Mawer was a little unnerved by being the one watched.
TBC?