Sins of the Flesh 2/?
Title: Sins of the Flesh 2/?
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Wordcount: 1779
Rating: M/NC17
Pairing(s): Myka/H.G.
Warning(s): Major Femslashage going on. If you don't like …. You know how it goes. For the rest of you: it's not forced, but it's definitely not by their own doing.
Notes: big thanks to tonyabuchanan reading through this multiple times, even though i'd only change like three words at a time :) Also, I wanted to point out that I don't have anything against Leena. For me, she just seemed a bit awkward to have in this situation. I forgot to put anything in Chapter 1 about her, so let's just pretend Leena went away on a long journey....fishing.... yeah that's it (cookies if you get it)
Part 1
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Since they’d begun to work together, Helena had not allowed herself the luxury of giving into the fantasies that Myka's presence so often inspired. Still, out of all the scenarios she could think of to explore the slim possibility of being with Myka, this was not one she would ever choose. Surely, this would ruin any chance she might have had at winning over Myka's affections.
Helena was sure she’d be lucky if Myka could still be able to look at her, let alone want to, once they were finished. Everything between them would change. Saving Myka, however, was the key. She knew it was something she would do at any cost; even it meant losing her friend. Myka would be all right and that was all that truly mattered.
Shaking all unnecessary thoughts from her head, she switched her focus to the details of the situation. Once again, all business, Helena rushed to form a plan and spurred into action. "Alright," she said, looking at Claudia then back to Myka. She knew that the sooner they got this started the sooner it would be over for the struggling woman. Still, Helena couldn't bring herself to go about this casually. She needed to make sure Myka understood.
Cupping Myka's face in her hands, she waited until eye contact was solid before continuing. "Myka, do you understand what's going on? About the artifact, what we need to do?" She hadn't expected much of a response, but the serious nod she received had her breathing an excited sigh of relief. "I'm going to fix this," she promised, not able to hide the loving determination in her voice.
Helena could see the anxiety in Myka's eyes and understood. "Claudia's going to stay too. It was the only way Artie would let me help. I figured you'd rather it be Claudia than him or Pete." Myka closed her eyes and nodded, fighting back the overwhelming emotions. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was the best they had.
"I'll try to work quickly, Myka," she assured, knowing how mortifying the situation must be. Myka clung to control. It was one of the things that kept her balanced and at peace. Helena knew having that taken away from her must be terrifying. "I know it's awkward; -as little humiliation as possible okay?"
Myka shyly smiled, seeing the sincerity in her friend’s eyes. "Thank you-" she whispered. Closing her eyes, she took a steadying breath, then nodded that she was ready. She couldn't quite explain it, but Helena's presence alone seemed to have a subtle calming effect. She didn't want to consider what that might mean. Knowing what was about to happen had her nervous enough as it was.
Claudia took this as her cue to step aside and headed towards the chair Myka had near the window. Artie had told her to make sure Helena didn't take advantage of the situation. He never said she had to watch all up close and personal like. They were both beautiful woman and under other circumstances, she might have felt the urge to sneak a few looks, but this was different. Myka was in trouble.
She knew Helena had been being genuine. She would never hurt Myka, especially like this. Besides, Helena was too cocky to take advantage of Myka. If she was going to have her, Helena would want it to be Myka’s own choice. A gasping moan filled the room and Claudia pulled her MP3 player out of her pocket. Slipping the buds into her ears, she disappeared behind closed eyes and surrounded herself with music.
Myka had long ago kicked her covers off and was lying on the bed in an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts. Leaving her that way would end up being more revealing than necessary or appropriate, Helena thought. "I'm just going to cover you up some," she murmured straightening the covers and spreading them back across the bed along Myka's waist.
There was no longer any reason to put off the inevitable. Slipping into the bed beside Myka, she placed the two toys on her free side for later. "Just try and relax Myka," Helena urged, as she coaxed her onto her side facing away from her. She slipped her left arm beneath Myka's neck and hugged her closer. Drawing gentle circles along the woman's midriff, her voice broke, "I won't hurt you."
Myka could feel her body light on fire at the innocent contact. Helena’s presence brought about a warmth that started in her belly and spread along every inch of skin that was pressed against her. She realized that as terrified as she was of what was to happen, she had complete trust that Helena would protect her.
Helena tried to steady her breathing. She could feel Myka relaxing in her arms but didn't understand why. This was wrong on so many levels it didn't matter if it was necessary. Even being the necessary evil that it was gave it little excuse to violate something so sacred.
Letting her hand wander, she brushed a trail of fire from Myka's stomach to her waist, down her thigh, and back up along the curve of her ass. She could feel Myka arching into her touch and bit back the moan that longed to escape. Only what is necessary, she reminded herself. She would not abuse Myka’s trust.
A low moan escaped Myka's lips and she shivered in delight. Helena had begun to drag her nails slowly up and down her thigh, pushing the soft cotton up further along her skin. Forgetting that this wasn't real, she tilted her head to the side searching for the Helena’s lips.
Mistaking the affection for apprehension, Helena leaned closer to the woman's ear and breathily moaned, "You're safe, darling." She kissed the spot just behind Myka's ear and let her tongue wander along the flesh beneath her lips. "You don't have to be strong," she murmured. She had promised herself that she would keep physical affection to a minimum, but if she was going to tap into Myka’s own desires, she couldn’t stay completely platonic.
Myka’s breath caught and she gasped at the knowing tone in Helena’s voice, as she continued. “I know you darling, better than you know yourself. All those years, trying to please everyone, doing everything you could to win their love. Yet, it was never enough, was it? ” She pressed her lips to Myka’s shoulder, as if healing a wound much deeper than either of them could see. Letting her hand slide into the waistbands of both Myka’s shorts and underwear she began to pull them down. “Let me love you, Myka. I can show you.”
Myka nodded, knowing that Helena wasn't literally looking for permission. It didn’t matter. She would willingly hand herself over to the other woman, without a second thought, artifact. “Need you,” Myka whimpered, arching her body against Helena’s. Words flashed in her mind in an attempt to process all the sensations: need, lust, want, desire…
Helena had worked Myka’s clothes down to about mid-thigh before letting her hands trail over the creamy flesh. She groaned into Myka’s ear, letting herself indulge in the pleasure. “Poor, poor, Myka," she teased. "Trying so hard to fit in and be normal, but really just needing to be accepted and love.” Helena made soft tutting noises before continuing, “But you’re not normal are you darling? You never could quite get it right.” She slipped her hand between Myka’s thighs gently prying them apart.
Myka wasn’t sure if she wanted to clamp her legs shut or open herself fully to the mysterious woman behind her. Her words were not meant to be cruel, but the reality was still harsh. Myka had never belonged, anywhere. The Warehouse had been the first place she’d come even close to feeling as if she could adapt. Still, Helena was right; it wasn’t enough. Something inside her still felt broken.
“I see it in your eyes, every time you look at me. You vie so hard for my approval, but at the same time, you hate yourself for needing it. Despite your adorable little act at toughness, what you truly crave is someone else to take control, someone to take you to all those places in the back of your mind that you can’t bear to face alone.” She could feel Myka still at the truth. The younger woman seemed to be internally debating with her own demons and after only a moment her body relaxed and she gave in to Helena’s touch.
“Good girl,” Helena cooed, as she felt Myka’s muscles give way and her legs slide smoothly apart. “I can make it better,” she promised, draping Myka’s leg back over her own raised knee. Reaching behind herself, Helena grabbed the vibrator and began to teasingly slide it across Myka’s stomach, down one thigh, and back up the other.
“Don’t tease,” Myka growled, needing to feel more. Helena’s words had brought back the desperate emptiness tenfold and all she could think about was being filled with that voice, those fingers, everything that was Helena G. Wells. It was almost enough to forget that none of this was real. Helena cared about her enough to help, but it was obvious that she was struggling to go through with it.
Helena spent the next several minutes sliding the vibrator everywhere except exactly where Myka most needed it. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, darling,” she smirked, nuzzling along Myka’s shoulder and neck.
Myka grabbed a hold of her wrist and tried to pull it to exactly where she needed it. “Please, Helena,” she pleaded, “I need this. I,” she hesitated, groaning in frustration, “I need you.” She turned her head towards Helena and the other woman could see the tears threatening to spill.
“Okay Myka, okay…” she whispered, the rest of the sentiment catching in her throat. She dragged the tip of the vibrator slowly through Myka’s wetness and they both groaned. Myka had said she needed her and Helena decided that in that moment she would let herself believe.
Dropping her forehead to Myka’s neck, she reached up and pulled the baggy shirt down exposing her shoulder and neck. Pressing soft kisses against the gently freckled skin, she tried to regain her grasp on the situation. “Are you ready?” she asked, with a confidence she wasn’t all too sure she had. She teased the head against Myka’s opening and laughed in amusement, as Myka fought to form words.
Unable to say anything except the chortled sounds that continued to make her feel like a blubbering idiot, Myka nodded eagerly.
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Part 3
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Wordcount: 1779
Rating: M/NC17
Pairing(s): Myka/H.G.
Warning(s): Major Femslashage going on. If you don't like …. You know how it goes. For the rest of you: it's not forced, but it's definitely not by their own doing.
Notes: big thanks to tonyabuchanan reading through this multiple times, even though i'd only change like three words at a time :) Also, I wanted to point out that I don't have anything against Leena. For me, she just seemed a bit awkward to have in this situation. I forgot to put anything in Chapter 1 about her, so let's just pretend Leena went away on a long journey....fishing.... yeah that's it (cookies if you get it)
Part 1
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Since they’d begun to work together, Helena had not allowed herself the luxury of giving into the fantasies that Myka's presence so often inspired. Still, out of all the scenarios she could think of to explore the slim possibility of being with Myka, this was not one she would ever choose. Surely, this would ruin any chance she might have had at winning over Myka's affections.
Helena was sure she’d be lucky if Myka could still be able to look at her, let alone want to, once they were finished. Everything between them would change. Saving Myka, however, was the key. She knew it was something she would do at any cost; even it meant losing her friend. Myka would be all right and that was all that truly mattered.
Shaking all unnecessary thoughts from her head, she switched her focus to the details of the situation. Once again, all business, Helena rushed to form a plan and spurred into action. "Alright," she said, looking at Claudia then back to Myka. She knew that the sooner they got this started the sooner it would be over for the struggling woman. Still, Helena couldn't bring herself to go about this casually. She needed to make sure Myka understood.
Cupping Myka's face in her hands, she waited until eye contact was solid before continuing. "Myka, do you understand what's going on? About the artifact, what we need to do?" She hadn't expected much of a response, but the serious nod she received had her breathing an excited sigh of relief. "I'm going to fix this," she promised, not able to hide the loving determination in her voice.
Helena could see the anxiety in Myka's eyes and understood. "Claudia's going to stay too. It was the only way Artie would let me help. I figured you'd rather it be Claudia than him or Pete." Myka closed her eyes and nodded, fighting back the overwhelming emotions. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was the best they had.
"I'll try to work quickly, Myka," she assured, knowing how mortifying the situation must be. Myka clung to control. It was one of the things that kept her balanced and at peace. Helena knew having that taken away from her must be terrifying. "I know it's awkward; -as little humiliation as possible okay?"
Myka shyly smiled, seeing the sincerity in her friend’s eyes. "Thank you-" she whispered. Closing her eyes, she took a steadying breath, then nodded that she was ready. She couldn't quite explain it, but Helena's presence alone seemed to have a subtle calming effect. She didn't want to consider what that might mean. Knowing what was about to happen had her nervous enough as it was.
Claudia took this as her cue to step aside and headed towards the chair Myka had near the window. Artie had told her to make sure Helena didn't take advantage of the situation. He never said she had to watch all up close and personal like. They were both beautiful woman and under other circumstances, she might have felt the urge to sneak a few looks, but this was different. Myka was in trouble.
She knew Helena had been being genuine. She would never hurt Myka, especially like this. Besides, Helena was too cocky to take advantage of Myka. If she was going to have her, Helena would want it to be Myka’s own choice. A gasping moan filled the room and Claudia pulled her MP3 player out of her pocket. Slipping the buds into her ears, she disappeared behind closed eyes and surrounded herself with music.
Myka had long ago kicked her covers off and was lying on the bed in an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts. Leaving her that way would end up being more revealing than necessary or appropriate, Helena thought. "I'm just going to cover you up some," she murmured straightening the covers and spreading them back across the bed along Myka's waist.
There was no longer any reason to put off the inevitable. Slipping into the bed beside Myka, she placed the two toys on her free side for later. "Just try and relax Myka," Helena urged, as she coaxed her onto her side facing away from her. She slipped her left arm beneath Myka's neck and hugged her closer. Drawing gentle circles along the woman's midriff, her voice broke, "I won't hurt you."
Myka could feel her body light on fire at the innocent contact. Helena’s presence brought about a warmth that started in her belly and spread along every inch of skin that was pressed against her. She realized that as terrified as she was of what was to happen, she had complete trust that Helena would protect her.
Helena tried to steady her breathing. She could feel Myka relaxing in her arms but didn't understand why. This was wrong on so many levels it didn't matter if it was necessary. Even being the necessary evil that it was gave it little excuse to violate something so sacred.
Letting her hand wander, she brushed a trail of fire from Myka's stomach to her waist, down her thigh, and back up along the curve of her ass. She could feel Myka arching into her touch and bit back the moan that longed to escape. Only what is necessary, she reminded herself. She would not abuse Myka’s trust.
A low moan escaped Myka's lips and she shivered in delight. Helena had begun to drag her nails slowly up and down her thigh, pushing the soft cotton up further along her skin. Forgetting that this wasn't real, she tilted her head to the side searching for the Helena’s lips.
Mistaking the affection for apprehension, Helena leaned closer to the woman's ear and breathily moaned, "You're safe, darling." She kissed the spot just behind Myka's ear and let her tongue wander along the flesh beneath her lips. "You don't have to be strong," she murmured. She had promised herself that she would keep physical affection to a minimum, but if she was going to tap into Myka’s own desires, she couldn’t stay completely platonic.
Myka’s breath caught and she gasped at the knowing tone in Helena’s voice, as she continued. “I know you darling, better than you know yourself. All those years, trying to please everyone, doing everything you could to win their love. Yet, it was never enough, was it? ” She pressed her lips to Myka’s shoulder, as if healing a wound much deeper than either of them could see. Letting her hand slide into the waistbands of both Myka’s shorts and underwear she began to pull them down. “Let me love you, Myka. I can show you.”
Myka nodded, knowing that Helena wasn't literally looking for permission. It didn’t matter. She would willingly hand herself over to the other woman, without a second thought, artifact. “Need you,” Myka whimpered, arching her body against Helena’s. Words flashed in her mind in an attempt to process all the sensations: need, lust, want, desire…
Helena had worked Myka’s clothes down to about mid-thigh before letting her hands trail over the creamy flesh. She groaned into Myka’s ear, letting herself indulge in the pleasure. “Poor, poor, Myka," she teased. "Trying so hard to fit in and be normal, but really just needing to be accepted and love.” Helena made soft tutting noises before continuing, “But you’re not normal are you darling? You never could quite get it right.” She slipped her hand between Myka’s thighs gently prying them apart.
Myka wasn’t sure if she wanted to clamp her legs shut or open herself fully to the mysterious woman behind her. Her words were not meant to be cruel, but the reality was still harsh. Myka had never belonged, anywhere. The Warehouse had been the first place she’d come even close to feeling as if she could adapt. Still, Helena was right; it wasn’t enough. Something inside her still felt broken.
“I see it in your eyes, every time you look at me. You vie so hard for my approval, but at the same time, you hate yourself for needing it. Despite your adorable little act at toughness, what you truly crave is someone else to take control, someone to take you to all those places in the back of your mind that you can’t bear to face alone.” She could feel Myka still at the truth. The younger woman seemed to be internally debating with her own demons and after only a moment her body relaxed and she gave in to Helena’s touch.
“Good girl,” Helena cooed, as she felt Myka’s muscles give way and her legs slide smoothly apart. “I can make it better,” she promised, draping Myka’s leg back over her own raised knee. Reaching behind herself, Helena grabbed the vibrator and began to teasingly slide it across Myka’s stomach, down one thigh, and back up the other.
“Don’t tease,” Myka growled, needing to feel more. Helena’s words had brought back the desperate emptiness tenfold and all she could think about was being filled with that voice, those fingers, everything that was Helena G. Wells. It was almost enough to forget that none of this was real. Helena cared about her enough to help, but it was obvious that she was struggling to go through with it.
Helena spent the next several minutes sliding the vibrator everywhere except exactly where Myka most needed it. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, darling,” she smirked, nuzzling along Myka’s shoulder and neck.
Myka grabbed a hold of her wrist and tried to pull it to exactly where she needed it. “Please, Helena,” she pleaded, “I need this. I,” she hesitated, groaning in frustration, “I need you.” She turned her head towards Helena and the other woman could see the tears threatening to spill.
“Okay Myka, okay…” she whispered, the rest of the sentiment catching in her throat. She dragged the tip of the vibrator slowly through Myka’s wetness and they both groaned. Myka had said she needed her and Helena decided that in that moment she would let herself believe.
Dropping her forehead to Myka’s neck, she reached up and pulled the baggy shirt down exposing her shoulder and neck. Pressing soft kisses against the gently freckled skin, she tried to regain her grasp on the situation. “Are you ready?” she asked, with a confidence she wasn’t all too sure she had. She teased the head against Myka’s opening and laughed in amusement, as Myka fought to form words.
Unable to say anything except the chortled sounds that continued to make her feel like a blubbering idiot, Myka nodded eagerly.
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Part 3