Fic: Just the Start
Title: Just The Start
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Words: 539
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Helena has a way of waking Myka up in the morning. Written for the 100_women prompt, "morning"
Characters/Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: This is a follow-up to Surprises and Going to be Okay. Also, I have NEVER written smut before, which is part of the reason it took me so long to come through with any follow-ups to those other two, because I was terrified to post, haha. Also, this was written in the middle of the night and is un-betaed so any mistakes are mine.
Myka Bering awoke the following morning to the feeling of soft lips teasing at her own. She opened her eyes to see Helena Wells sitting on her edge of her bed, smiling playfully down at her. She couldn’t help but smile back; it was contagious.
“Good morning,” she greeted sleepily.
“Good morning, my dear,” Helena replied, and leaned back down for another kiss. She let it last longer this time, twirling her fingers in Myka’s hair and giving Myka time to respond. She smiled into the kiss as the other woman moaned and then slid her tongue inside Myka’s mouth as it opened. Without breaking away, she managed to shift herself so she was lying next to Myka instead of leaning over her.
Now that she didn’t need her hands to support her, she slid one down Myka’s body. She broke away from Myka’s lips and instead trailed a row of kisses along Myka’s jaw and throat. Her hand reached the button of Myka’s jeans and she began to undo it, until Myka’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, a look of horror on the younger woman’s face.
“What... Helena, what are you doing?”
Helena sat up quickly, her face going red. “I... I’m sorry, Myka. I thought you wanted it as much as I did.”
Myka was slightly taken aback by Helena’s admission, but she realised she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. She looked around the dingy motel room as she considered their situation: two fugitives on the run with no idea of their next move. Now was hardly the time to be hesitating. She turned back to Helena.
“Oh, what the hell?”
She reached out to pull Helena back down to her, and this time, the gentleness of their kisses was replaced with a sudden fury. Helena made light work of the button and zip of Myka’s jeans, and was soon sliding her hand down inside the fabric.
Myka gasped as Helena found her clit and started rubbing, gently at first, but picking up speed soon enough. Helena continued the trail of kisses she had started down Myka’s throat, undoing the top buttons of her blouse to allow herself easier access.
Myka’s hips were rocking to the rhythm Helena set, and the older woman took a moment to savour her new lover’s facial expressions. Then she leant down again and drew Myka into another long, slow kiss as she slid first one and then two fingers inside. She smiled inwardly as Myka moaned loudly into their kiss.
A whimper from Myka let her know when she had found what she was looking for, and she manoeuvred her fingers expertly around the spot, taking great pleasure in the small noises this elicited from Myka and letting her fingers explore further.
Myka came soon after with a shudder and a loud cry, before flopping back down on the bed. Helena quietly withdrew her hand from Myka’s pants and kissed her on the temple.
After a few minutes had passed, Myka turned to look at Helena, an expression of vague, but happy, surprise on her face.
“That was... amazing.” She leaned in and kissed Helena, who smiled cheekily.
“Oh, my dear,” Helena replied, “That was just the start.”
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Words: 539
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Helena has a way of waking Myka up in the morning. Written for the 100_women prompt, "morning"
Characters/Pairing: HG Wells/Myka Bering
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: This is a follow-up to Surprises and Going to be Okay. Also, I have NEVER written smut before, which is part of the reason it took me so long to come through with any follow-ups to those other two, because I was terrified to post, haha. Also, this was written in the middle of the night and is un-betaed so any mistakes are mine.
Myka Bering awoke the following morning to the feeling of soft lips teasing at her own. She opened her eyes to see Helena Wells sitting on her edge of her bed, smiling playfully down at her. She couldn’t help but smile back; it was contagious.
“Good morning,” she greeted sleepily.
“Good morning, my dear,” Helena replied, and leaned back down for another kiss. She let it last longer this time, twirling her fingers in Myka’s hair and giving Myka time to respond. She smiled into the kiss as the other woman moaned and then slid her tongue inside Myka’s mouth as it opened. Without breaking away, she managed to shift herself so she was lying next to Myka instead of leaning over her.
Now that she didn’t need her hands to support her, she slid one down Myka’s body. She broke away from Myka’s lips and instead trailed a row of kisses along Myka’s jaw and throat. Her hand reached the button of Myka’s jeans and she began to undo it, until Myka’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, a look of horror on the younger woman’s face.
“What... Helena, what are you doing?”
Helena sat up quickly, her face going red. “I... I’m sorry, Myka. I thought you wanted it as much as I did.”
Myka was slightly taken aback by Helena’s admission, but she realised she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. She looked around the dingy motel room as she considered their situation: two fugitives on the run with no idea of their next move. Now was hardly the time to be hesitating. She turned back to Helena.
“Oh, what the hell?”
She reached out to pull Helena back down to her, and this time, the gentleness of their kisses was replaced with a sudden fury. Helena made light work of the button and zip of Myka’s jeans, and was soon sliding her hand down inside the fabric.
Myka gasped as Helena found her clit and started rubbing, gently at first, but picking up speed soon enough. Helena continued the trail of kisses she had started down Myka’s throat, undoing the top buttons of her blouse to allow herself easier access.
Myka’s hips were rocking to the rhythm Helena set, and the older woman took a moment to savour her new lover’s facial expressions. Then she leant down again and drew Myka into another long, slow kiss as she slid first one and then two fingers inside. She smiled inwardly as Myka moaned loudly into their kiss.
A whimper from Myka let her know when she had found what she was looking for, and she manoeuvred her fingers expertly around the spot, taking great pleasure in the small noises this elicited from Myka and letting her fingers explore further.
Myka came soon after with a shudder and a loud cry, before flopping back down on the bed. Helena quietly withdrew her hand from Myka’s pants and kissed her on the temple.
After a few minutes had passed, Myka turned to look at Helena, an expression of vague, but happy, surprise on her face.
“That was... amazing.” She leaned in and kissed Helena, who smiled cheekily.
“Oh, my dear,” Helena replied, “That was just the start.”