warehouse 13 fic; dark paradise
dark paradise | Warehouse 13; myka/h.g | 1653 words | r | written for Porn Battle with the prompt 'Survival' | Inadvertently works as a prequel to take me to the finish line
( She hears a voice, hears her name spoken softly in a way that sounds achingly familiar. )
( She hears a voice, hears her name spoken softly in a way that sounds achingly familiar. )
(She can't do words in this moment. She just can't. There are things that need to be said, asked, she knows, but it's too much for her right now. It's easier to speak those truths in touch.) JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WOMAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! I MEAN, REALLY. YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS WITH THIS. NO. I FORBID THIS. THE POPE FORBIDS THIS. GOD AND ALLAH AND BUDDAH AND ADELE FORBID THIS. MADDIE IS STANDING ON THE COMPUTER FORBIDDING THIS. And breaking shit in the process.
(She can't bear to let Helena take control because she's afraid she'll be gentle in her passion; comforting, loving. Myka still isn't ready for that.) THIS IS JUST NOT NORMAL.. WHAT IS YOUR HEAD?
The sounds that comes from Helena's lips now is entirely new and entirely without control.
(It doesn't drown the feeling in Myka's chest like she'd hoped but makes it expand inside her with a whisper in her head that sounds like I love you.) WHAT. IS. WRONG ( ... )
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(Um, but I should maybe warn you now so the shock doesn't kill you, that I am in fact writing a little Beckett/Myka something for Paula. So that's happening.)
Glad you enjoyed it darling! <3
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Thank you for reading it, I'm so glad you liked it!
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