Not Just a Dream (4/?)
Summary: HG is reading when Myka decides to seduce her.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I really owned them, you would never see me again.
Also keep in mind that I suck at using livejournal, so that's why my posting sucks.
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Helena turned a page and took a sip of her tea. She was currently absorbed in a leatherbound book that was difficult for her to put down. Almost nothing could deter her from the task of being immersed in a story. She did, after all, have a century's worth of literature to catch up on.
The author didn't even look up when Myka walked towards the dining room table. The items in her lover's hands went unnoticed.
After a few seconds of standing in front of her Helena finally glanced up and took in the objects Myka currently held. Quirking an eyebrow, the inventor spoke. "Partaking in some hot chocolate, darling?"
Myka placed the mug and whipped cream container on the wooden surface. She sat in the chair directly across from Helena.
"I was kind of in the mood," Myka said, head tilted to the side. "Did you know I love whipped cream? I never eat it though, because of the sugar content."
Helena barely looked up from the page. "Is this some sort of special occasion, then?"
The author missed the grin that crept over the agent's face. "You could say that." No response came from the other woman who had gotten to a particularly interesting part of her book.
Picking up the container, Myka sprayed the cream along her index finger. The agent paused in the hopes of getting Helena's attention, but was disappointed. She ran her tongue up the length of her finger to collect the cream, moaning in pleasure at the taste.
That got Helena's attention. Her sentence went unfinished as she looked up at her companion with curiosity. Myka repeated the motion to get the remnants of the treat while closing her eyes in bliss. "That's delicious," she sighed.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Helena's gaze trained on her hand. The author unconsciously licked her lips. "Myka."
"Mm?"
Helena closed her book without marking her place and sat it down in front of her. "Are we playing a game?"
Myka reapplied the whipped cream. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, smirking. Her tongue curled around a slender finger, and Helena responded by gripping the edge of her book. Dark eyes smoldered at the agent.
"I believe we should retire upstairs," Helena breathed out. The younger woman was obviously trying to start something and definitely succeeding. The author was going to have Myka upstairs and covered in cream if it was the last thing she did.
Myka frowned. "Why? I just brought my hot chocolate in here," she asked. Her question was punctuated by another spray from the can onto her waiting digit. Some of the cream "accidently" fell on her left breast, slowly trailing down into her cleavage. Helena's mouth hung open as if to lick it up herself.
"Myka, I really think we should go upstairs."
The agent tiled her head again, studying Helena's face in mock confusion. "You're acting really weird, Honey."
Just when the author was going to Pull Myka from the table and towards their room, Claudia skipped towards them, laptop in hand.
"Hey dudes, I was going to work on some articfacty stuff. Mind if I join?" the hacker inquired.
"No." "Yes."
Both pairs of eyes remained glued on each other as they answered at the same time. There was a small curve in Myka's lips. "Of course we don't mind, Claude."
Claudia took in her wet fingers and the traces of cream on her chest. A slightly uncomfortable look came onto her face. "Um, is this a bad time?"
"I think it is best if you leave for now," Helena requested. She was not going to lose this game, not going to surrender until she was licking this treat off her lover's body.
"Helena, why would you say that? It's rude," Myka responded, her seductive smile only getting wider. The cream in her cleavage continued its trail lower and lower until it disappeared behind the fabric of her v-neck. Helena longed to be in that location.
The hacker made slow steps backwards, face scrunched up. "Yeah, I'm gonna go."
When she was sure the girl was gone, Helena asked, "What are you doing?"
Myka licked at her fingers again, causing the author to squirm a little. "You've figured out that I'm playing with you, that much is obvious." Another lick. "What you don't know is that I'm going to win."
"And why is that, darling?"
"Because I'm not going to do anything until you beg me to fuck you after licking this off of every inch of your body."
A shot of arousal went through the author, but she fought against it. Defeat was not an option. She leaned back to relax from her tense posture. Crossing her legs, she narrowed her at the woman across the table. "What makes you think you're going to break me?" she purred.
Not for the first time, Myka thought about how much more experience Helena had. From what she had gathered, her sexual encounters were numerous. But she also noticed that she affected Helena a great deal, even when there was no seduction involved. Myka barely understood the power she had over the inventor, but she would definitely use it to her advantage.
The agent ran her finger down her chest and stopped at the wayward cream. She watched Helena's gaze follow the movement closely. "Oh, I have this feeling," Myka drawled. She gathered the deliciousness onto her fingertip and took it into her waiting mouth. Helena's fingernails dug further into the leather of the book.
Leena's passing by interrupted their private conversation. Neither wanted anyone to overhear anything about their sex games. Pete would never let them hear the end of it.
At first she only glanced at them briefly with a smile. The caretaker apparently found something interesting because she stopped in front of the doorway, interest on her face.
From what she could tell, they were having a heated conversation, evident by the looks on their faces. Their auras radiated a very clear red, making their intent obvious.
Leena would be damned if they had sex in the dining room. Hopefully her presence would stop them.
Helena spared one last glance at the homeowner before getting up and walking towards Myka. She leaned down and whispered something low and husky in her ear, caressing her arm gently. The agent made a small gasping sound before pushing against the table and rising. Her eyes shifted from Helena to Leena. "I just remembered that we forgot some artifact reports upstairs," she muttered, clearly distracted. "We're going to go, uh, get them."
The author grabbed the whipped cream in one hand and laced her fingers with Myka's with the other. They practically sprinted up the stair, trying to keep their voices low as they argued over who was going to win this time.
Once they were out of earshot, Leena shook her head and collected the forgotten mug of hot chocolate. She really doubted Myka would be drinking it anytime soon.
Should I continue with this scenario or move on to another one? You guys pick.
Remember, replies makes me happy!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I really owned them, you would never see me again.
Also keep in mind that I suck at using livejournal, so that's why my posting sucks.
http://redlyre.livejournal.com/763.html http://redlyre.livejournal.com/914.htmlhttp://redlyre.livejournal.com/1106.html
Helena turned a page and took a sip of her tea. She was currently absorbed in a leatherbound book that was difficult for her to put down. Almost nothing could deter her from the task of being immersed in a story. She did, after all, have a century's worth of literature to catch up on.
The author didn't even look up when Myka walked towards the dining room table. The items in her lover's hands went unnoticed.
After a few seconds of standing in front of her Helena finally glanced up and took in the objects Myka currently held. Quirking an eyebrow, the inventor spoke. "Partaking in some hot chocolate, darling?"
Myka placed the mug and whipped cream container on the wooden surface. She sat in the chair directly across from Helena.
"I was kind of in the mood," Myka said, head tilted to the side. "Did you know I love whipped cream? I never eat it though, because of the sugar content."
Helena barely looked up from the page. "Is this some sort of special occasion, then?"
The author missed the grin that crept over the agent's face. "You could say that." No response came from the other woman who had gotten to a particularly interesting part of her book.
Picking up the container, Myka sprayed the cream along her index finger. The agent paused in the hopes of getting Helena's attention, but was disappointed. She ran her tongue up the length of her finger to collect the cream, moaning in pleasure at the taste.
That got Helena's attention. Her sentence went unfinished as she looked up at her companion with curiosity. Myka repeated the motion to get the remnants of the treat while closing her eyes in bliss. "That's delicious," she sighed.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Helena's gaze trained on her hand. The author unconsciously licked her lips. "Myka."
"Mm?"
Helena closed her book without marking her place and sat it down in front of her. "Are we playing a game?"
Myka reapplied the whipped cream. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, smirking. Her tongue curled around a slender finger, and Helena responded by gripping the edge of her book. Dark eyes smoldered at the agent.
"I believe we should retire upstairs," Helena breathed out. The younger woman was obviously trying to start something and definitely succeeding. The author was going to have Myka upstairs and covered in cream if it was the last thing she did.
Myka frowned. "Why? I just brought my hot chocolate in here," she asked. Her question was punctuated by another spray from the can onto her waiting digit. Some of the cream "accidently" fell on her left breast, slowly trailing down into her cleavage. Helena's mouth hung open as if to lick it up herself.
"Myka, I really think we should go upstairs."
The agent tiled her head again, studying Helena's face in mock confusion. "You're acting really weird, Honey."
Just when the author was going to Pull Myka from the table and towards their room, Claudia skipped towards them, laptop in hand.
"Hey dudes, I was going to work on some articfacty stuff. Mind if I join?" the hacker inquired.
"No." "Yes."
Both pairs of eyes remained glued on each other as they answered at the same time. There was a small curve in Myka's lips. "Of course we don't mind, Claude."
Claudia took in her wet fingers and the traces of cream on her chest. A slightly uncomfortable look came onto her face. "Um, is this a bad time?"
"I think it is best if you leave for now," Helena requested. She was not going to lose this game, not going to surrender until she was licking this treat off her lover's body.
"Helena, why would you say that? It's rude," Myka responded, her seductive smile only getting wider. The cream in her cleavage continued its trail lower and lower until it disappeared behind the fabric of her v-neck. Helena longed to be in that location.
The hacker made slow steps backwards, face scrunched up. "Yeah, I'm gonna go."
When she was sure the girl was gone, Helena asked, "What are you doing?"
Myka licked at her fingers again, causing the author to squirm a little. "You've figured out that I'm playing with you, that much is obvious." Another lick. "What you don't know is that I'm going to win."
"And why is that, darling?"
"Because I'm not going to do anything until you beg me to fuck you after licking this off of every inch of your body."
A shot of arousal went through the author, but she fought against it. Defeat was not an option. She leaned back to relax from her tense posture. Crossing her legs, she narrowed her at the woman across the table. "What makes you think you're going to break me?" she purred.
Not for the first time, Myka thought about how much more experience Helena had. From what she had gathered, her sexual encounters were numerous. But she also noticed that she affected Helena a great deal, even when there was no seduction involved. Myka barely understood the power she had over the inventor, but she would definitely use it to her advantage.
The agent ran her finger down her chest and stopped at the wayward cream. She watched Helena's gaze follow the movement closely. "Oh, I have this feeling," Myka drawled. She gathered the deliciousness onto her fingertip and took it into her waiting mouth. Helena's fingernails dug further into the leather of the book.
Leena's passing by interrupted their private conversation. Neither wanted anyone to overhear anything about their sex games. Pete would never let them hear the end of it.
At first she only glanced at them briefly with a smile. The caretaker apparently found something interesting because she stopped in front of the doorway, interest on her face.
From what she could tell, they were having a heated conversation, evident by the looks on their faces. Their auras radiated a very clear red, making their intent obvious.
Leena would be damned if they had sex in the dining room. Hopefully her presence would stop them.
Helena spared one last glance at the homeowner before getting up and walking towards Myka. She leaned down and whispered something low and husky in her ear, caressing her arm gently. The agent made a small gasping sound before pushing against the table and rising. Her eyes shifted from Helena to Leena. "I just remembered that we forgot some artifact reports upstairs," she muttered, clearly distracted. "We're going to go, uh, get them."
The author grabbed the whipped cream in one hand and laced her fingers with Myka's with the other. They practically sprinted up the stair, trying to keep their voices low as they argued over who was going to win this time.
Once they were out of earshot, Leena shook her head and collected the forgotten mug of hot chocolate. She really doubted Myka would be drinking it anytime soon.
Should I continue with this scenario or move on to another one? You guys pick.
Remember, replies makes me happy!