Things that go bump in the night - chapter 3 & 4
Title: Things that go bump in the night.
Author: Athena
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG+ish for kissing and touching
Spoiler: season 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely ladies. Not writing for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: HG and Claudia are plotting something. Myka is getting annoyed and frustrated that she can’t find out what they are up to. Spookiness, silliness and kissing.
Chapter 1 & 2
Chapter 3 - More Clues
Myka froze on the doorstep to her room. She stared at the objects on her bed for a moment before slowly approaching. She gently ran her fingers over the delicate edge of the garment. Then she saw the note. She smiled as she recognized HG’s handwriting.
I would be honoured if you would wear this tonight, it said in her flowing handwriting. The same she had used when signing her book. She sat down on the bed and looked at the beautiful dress. A hat with a large feather and a pair of pristine gloves made the outfit complete. She jumped when she heard someone crash into her door. Claudia came to a not so graceful sliding stop on her sock clad feet.
“You’re back,” she exclaimed “Good.”
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Myka asked confused.
Claudia waved her hand at her a little annoyed. “Plenty of time. Need to get you ready first.”
Myka rolled her eyes. “Am I guessing right when I guess Victorian era?” she asked.
Claudia smirked. “Close, but not quite.”
Myka gestured to the dress. “This thing is.”
“Yup,” Claudia confirmed. “It’s HG’s.”
Myka’s eyebrows shot up. “It’s Helena’s?” she blurted out. “As in over a hundred years old?” she whispered slightly shocked.
“Corectomundo Einstein,” Claudia said and laughed. “Now come on Cinderella, get in the shower.”
Myka smiled at her eagerness.
“And don’t forget to wear something sexy under that,” Claudia said cheerfully to her before the door closed. “HG said that she used to.”
Myka stared after her as she scampered off again. Sexy, huh? she mused.
*** *** ***
Myka twirled a lock of her hair as she looked at the contents of her underwear drawer. She was torn. She glanced longingly at the matching set in the back. The one she had never worn since they were entirely too luxurious to wear to work, and she couldn’t remember when she last had a date worthy of something like that. Her hand, that traitorous hand, reached out and grabbed the soft silk and lace set and she sighed when her fingers closed around them.
“Do you need a hand love?” HG’s voice said softly from behind her.
She turned around and hid her hand behind her back, blushing furiously. HG noticed and folded her arms. She tilted her head as she smiled amused at Myka.
“You aren’t dressed,” Myka said confused, ignoring HG’s question. What was it with everyone tonight?
HG chuckled. “I only need a few minutes to get dressed. I came to see if you needed help.”
Myka bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “There's an awful lot of buttons on that dress.”
“I know,” HG said and laughed. “Luckily I never had to deal with them alone.”
Myka’s eyebrows shot up. “Huh?” she said and her cheeks got pink.
“I had a maid darling,” HG explained patiently.
“Oh, of course,” Myka rolled her eyes.
HG shook her head. “So, do you have any questions?”
Myka shoved her underwear into the pocket on her robe and picked up the dress. She held it up in front of her and then turned it over. “I don’t have to unbutton all of these, right?”
“No darling, just the ones in the back,” HG explained and ran her hand over the line of small mother-of-pearl buttons that held the dress together.
“I guess I do need a hand,” Myka said absentmindedly as she counted the number of buttons. “25. 25 freaking buttons! No wonder you had a maid.”
HG laughed. “That’s why I didn’t wear dresses very often, even back then.”
Myka glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. “You didn’t?” she asked surprised.
HG shook her head. “Very scandalous,” she whispered.
Myka smiled at her. “I like you in pants,” she admitted softly.
HG’s smile turned into a wide grin. She was almost glowing. “Thank you. I’ll remember that.”
“So, will you be wearing a dress or pants tonight?” Myka asked innocently, hoping she might reveal some more information.
“Pants darling, and that’s all I’m saying.”
Myka made a face at her. She looked at the dress again. “If I put it on, will you help me with the buttons?”
“Of course.”
Myka nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. She quickly slipped into the cream colored matching set of underwear. She fiddled a little with her nylons to get them right. She grinned at the incredible feeling of luxury. Worried that Helena might come looking for her if she took too long, she quickly slipped the dress over her head. It fit like a glove. She buttoned as many of the buttons as she could, but had to give up pretty quickly since her arms didn’t really bend the way they needed to in order to reach. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom.
HG smiled at Myka while absentmindedly rubbing her neck. “You look stunning Myka,” she said softly.”
Myka blushed and looked down.
“Come here darling,” she said. She brushed Myka’s hair over her shoulder and quickly buttoned the upper part of the dress. She straightened out the shoulders and then rearranged Myka’s curls over her shoulders. “Turn around,” she said softly. Myka turned and faced her. HG grabbed her wrist and started to button the sleeve. Once done she repeated it on the other one. She looked down at Myka’s feet, now clad in silky nylons. She smiled at her. “Sit down on the bed love.” She picked up a pair of soft leather boots from the floor. Myka looked at her.
“Those aren’t mine,” she said confused.
HG chuckled. “I know. They’re mine. I had them made for this dress.”
Myka gasped. “You had boots made? For you?”
HG nodded.
“Wow,” was all she could muster up.
HG shook her head and chuckled. “That’s how you bought shoes and boots back then. We didn’t have Macy’s you know. There was of course Harrods, but it burnt down in 1883,” she explained patiently.
“Good thing, or I bet you would’ve bought the whole store,” Myka said with a snicker.
“Oh, do be quiet,” HG huffed. She finished unlacing the boots and kneeled by Myka’s feet. Myka’s breath caught when she felt HG’s hand close around her ankle. “I hope they fit,” she said and gently slipped the right one onto Myka’s foot. The boot fit just as perfectly as the dress. She heard HG chuckle and looked down at her. “I guess we’re the same size.”
Once done with the boots she carefully placed the hat on Myka’s head and instructed her on how to secure it with the hat pin. She gently grasped Myka’s chin and made her look at her. “You’re beautiful,” she said softly.
Myka smiled. She slipped on the gloves and stood up. The boots made her tower over HG. She chuckled at the unusual difference in height. “Thank you,” she said softly and brushed her lips against HG's. She heard HG sigh and wrapped her arms around HG's waist, pulling her close.
HG was the first to pull away. “I am the luckiest woman in Univille tonight,” she said softly. “I will be the envy of everyone with you on my arm,” she added before kissing Myka again. “I will leave you now so I can finish getting ready. Meet you downstairs?”
Myka nodded. She followed HG with her eyes as she left. She stopped for a moment by the door and looked back at Myka. “Stunning,” she whispered.
Myka felt butterflies in her stomach. No one had ever made her feel as special and beautiful as Helena did.
Chapter 4 - The Legacy of HG Wells
Myka paced in the living room. Where were they? She heard fast steps on the stairs and a second later Pete appeared. She stared at him. He was wearing an old-fashioned three piece suit and had some strange contraption attached to his back. It looked almost like a metal backpack. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure him out. She looked at the little clues on his outfit. The most significant ones included a pair of shoes tied to the contraption on his back, and a copy of Bradshaw's Continental Railway Steam Transit and General Guide sticking out of his pocket. Finally she got it. “Phileas Fogg. Around the world in 80 days!” she exclaimed as she waived excitedly at him.
“Yes!” he grinned at her. “Steampunk version,” he said and pulled a lever on the contraption. Myka raised an eyebrow as it started to click and parts moved, slightly changing the appearance of the 1900s invention that he carried on his back. “HG made it. I wanted to be a Superhero, but she didn’t let me. It’s pretty cool though.”
Myka moved around him, inspecting HG’s work. It really was very impressive. She realized that it must have been stashed in the HG Wells section because there was no way she could have invented and constructed this in only a couple of days. She chewed on her lip. “So you’re Phileas Fogg and I am...” She didn’t really know who she was, except for Helena, if that was even an option. “Yeah, what am I? Victorian lady?”
“Hot Victorian lady,” he corrected her.
“Are you flirting with my date?” HG asked icily behind him.
He stepped aside and grinned at her. “Wouldn’t dream about it boss.”
Myka stared at HG and then laughed out loud. “You’re…” she laughed again and shook her head. “That is just perfect. I love it,” she said and smiled. “HG Wells,” she said slowly.
HG smiled and bowed her head in confirmation. “For once I can actually be me in public. Nothing hidden, no secrets.”
Myka nodded as she circled her. She ran her fingers over the Imperceptor vest. “I thought this was used up.”
“It is, but it still looks good. It fits better too without the power source in the back.”
Myka nodded. She took a step back and looked at HG in more detail. HG was wearing a pair of pants that hugged her body in the exact right places, a white starched shirt and over that the Imperceptor vest she had designed herself. A long coat covered all of it. HG's ever present boots completed the outfit.
Myka smirked. “I’m glad you skipped the mustache.”
HG laughed out loud. “Me too darling. Me too.”
HG pulled a small box out of her pocket. Myka watched in fascination as she opened it and held it out for her to see. “I thought these might add a little spice to your outfit dear,” she said and smiled.
Myka looked at the long fangs resting on red velvet. She laughed and nodded. “Why not?”
HG gently grabbed her elbow and led her over to a chair. “Sit down darling.” She pulled out a clean handkerchief from her pocket. “Open your mouth please,” she instructed.
HG rubbed the soft material against Myka’s teeth until they were completely dry. She pulled a small bottle out of her pocket and poured a little of the liquid on the handkerchief. Rubbing alcohol, Myka realized as HG rubbed the handkerchief against her teeth again. Finally she dabbed some glue on the two teeth and pressed the props firmly against Myka’s teeth. She felt Myka shiver and gently caressed her cheek with a finger.
“Just a little longer my sweet,” she whispered. Finally she let go and gently tugged at the teeth. They stayed firmly in place. “Brilliant,” she said and smiled.
Myka touched her work. She was impressed. She had worn vampire teeth before and most of the time they would fall off after about five minutes. She looked at HG. “You didn’t get these at Walmart, did you?” she teased
HG chuckled and shook her head. “No dear. They are professional grade.”
Myka laughed. “For vampires?”
HG folded her arms and smirked at her. “For theater use,” she clarified and held out her hand to Myka.
Myka kissed her cheek. “Thanks Helena.”
Myka suddenly got a wicked idea and she grinned as she brushed her lips against HG’s neck. She felt HG shiver. Myka slowly opened her mouth and gently bit down on HG’s soft neck. She felt HG tremble in her arms. She pulled away and looked at HG’s neck. Two distinct red marks were clearly visible on her sensitive skin. Myka rubbed a soft gloved hand over the spot. Their eyes met and she saw HG’s eyes dilate. Myka chuckled.
“I’m here,” Claudia exclaimed as she came running through the door.
They all turned in Claudia's direction. She was dressed in a long tan leather coat, white shirt, khaki pants and high boots that reached half way up her thighs. Claudia had a hat and goggles on her head that reminded Myka of Amelia Earhart.
“You guys ready?”
“Let’s rock ‘n roll my peeps,” Pete said and ushered them out the door.
“I love Halloween,” Claudia exclaimed happily and pulled on a small trinket on Pete’s back, making some steam come out at the top. “That’s so cool man,” she said impressed.
He grinned at her and tossed her the car keys. “You’re driving.”
She frowned at him. “Why?”
“Can you see me driving in this?” he asked and pointed at the contraption on his back.
“Good point,” she said and nodded.
“Besides, you can’t drink,” he teased before she would suggest Myka driving.
“Thanks for reminding me,” she muttered. “Nine months. Nine freaking, agonizing months to my birthday. You better remember,” she warned between gritted teeth.
Myka laughed and shook her head. She turned and looked at HG sitting next to her in the back seat. “Thank you,” she said softly and squeezed her hand.
“Was it worth all the secrets?” HG wanted to know.
Myka nodded. She smiled in anticipation as HG leaned over to give her quick kiss. They would’ve been able to get away with it if Pete hadn’t turned in his seat to get more comfortable.
“Busted!” he yelled. “You’re soooo busted.”
“Can’t I give my date a tiny little snog without you interfering?” HG said in a snooty tone.
Pete smirked. “Well, she’s practically my sister, so I think you should state your intentions.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can assure you that my intentions are completely honourable. I will bring her to the annual Halloween Ball in Univille, tend to her every need while at the party, and then escort her home afterwards,” HG said with a smirk.
Myka grinned. “Then what?” She laughed out loud at the surprised looks on Pete’s and HG’s faces. “I guess you didn’t plan that far. Well a girl can hope,” she said and batted her eyelashes at HG. For the first time HG was speechless. Myka smiled at her. “Pete, close your eyes,” she said sternly. “No peeking.”
She leaned over and took HG’s face in her hands before kissing her soundly. She traced HG’s lip with her tongue and then slipped it between HG’s lips. She moaned softly at the incredible feeling. She finally pulled away and looked into HG’s dark eyes. She saw a fire burning there and suddenly wished that they were on their way home instead of out.
Author: Athena
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG Wells & Myka Bering
Rating: PG+ish for kissing and touching
Spoiler: season 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely ladies. Not writing for profit, just for entertainment.
Summary: HG and Claudia are plotting something. Myka is getting annoyed and frustrated that she can’t find out what they are up to. Spookiness, silliness and kissing.
Chapter 1 & 2
Chapter 3 - More Clues
Myka froze on the doorstep to her room. She stared at the objects on her bed for a moment before slowly approaching. She gently ran her fingers over the delicate edge of the garment. Then she saw the note. She smiled as she recognized HG’s handwriting.
I would be honoured if you would wear this tonight, it said in her flowing handwriting. The same she had used when signing her book. She sat down on the bed and looked at the beautiful dress. A hat with a large feather and a pair of pristine gloves made the outfit complete. She jumped when she heard someone crash into her door. Claudia came to a not so graceful sliding stop on her sock clad feet.
“You’re back,” she exclaimed “Good.”
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Myka asked confused.
Claudia waved her hand at her a little annoyed. “Plenty of time. Need to get you ready first.”
Myka rolled her eyes. “Am I guessing right when I guess Victorian era?” she asked.
Claudia smirked. “Close, but not quite.”
Myka gestured to the dress. “This thing is.”
“Yup,” Claudia confirmed. “It’s HG’s.”
Myka’s eyebrows shot up. “It’s Helena’s?” she blurted out. “As in over a hundred years old?” she whispered slightly shocked.
“Corectomundo Einstein,” Claudia said and laughed. “Now come on Cinderella, get in the shower.”
Myka smiled at her eagerness.
“And don’t forget to wear something sexy under that,” Claudia said cheerfully to her before the door closed. “HG said that she used to.”
Myka stared after her as she scampered off again. Sexy, huh? she mused.
*** *** ***
Myka twirled a lock of her hair as she looked at the contents of her underwear drawer. She was torn. She glanced longingly at the matching set in the back. The one she had never worn since they were entirely too luxurious to wear to work, and she couldn’t remember when she last had a date worthy of something like that. Her hand, that traitorous hand, reached out and grabbed the soft silk and lace set and she sighed when her fingers closed around them.
“Do you need a hand love?” HG’s voice said softly from behind her.
She turned around and hid her hand behind her back, blushing furiously. HG noticed and folded her arms. She tilted her head as she smiled amused at Myka.
“You aren’t dressed,” Myka said confused, ignoring HG’s question. What was it with everyone tonight?
HG chuckled. “I only need a few minutes to get dressed. I came to see if you needed help.”
Myka bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “There's an awful lot of buttons on that dress.”
“I know,” HG said and laughed. “Luckily I never had to deal with them alone.”
Myka’s eyebrows shot up. “Huh?” she said and her cheeks got pink.
“I had a maid darling,” HG explained patiently.
“Oh, of course,” Myka rolled her eyes.
HG shook her head. “So, do you have any questions?”
Myka shoved her underwear into the pocket on her robe and picked up the dress. She held it up in front of her and then turned it over. “I don’t have to unbutton all of these, right?”
“No darling, just the ones in the back,” HG explained and ran her hand over the line of small mother-of-pearl buttons that held the dress together.
“I guess I do need a hand,” Myka said absentmindedly as she counted the number of buttons. “25. 25 freaking buttons! No wonder you had a maid.”
HG laughed. “That’s why I didn’t wear dresses very often, even back then.”
Myka glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. “You didn’t?” she asked surprised.
HG shook her head. “Very scandalous,” she whispered.
Myka smiled at her. “I like you in pants,” she admitted softly.
HG’s smile turned into a wide grin. She was almost glowing. “Thank you. I’ll remember that.”
“So, will you be wearing a dress or pants tonight?” Myka asked innocently, hoping she might reveal some more information.
“Pants darling, and that’s all I’m saying.”
Myka made a face at her. She looked at the dress again. “If I put it on, will you help me with the buttons?”
“Of course.”
Myka nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. She quickly slipped into the cream colored matching set of underwear. She fiddled a little with her nylons to get them right. She grinned at the incredible feeling of luxury. Worried that Helena might come looking for her if she took too long, she quickly slipped the dress over her head. It fit like a glove. She buttoned as many of the buttons as she could, but had to give up pretty quickly since her arms didn’t really bend the way they needed to in order to reach. She took a deep breath and left the bathroom.
HG smiled at Myka while absentmindedly rubbing her neck. “You look stunning Myka,” she said softly.”
Myka blushed and looked down.
“Come here darling,” she said. She brushed Myka’s hair over her shoulder and quickly buttoned the upper part of the dress. She straightened out the shoulders and then rearranged Myka’s curls over her shoulders. “Turn around,” she said softly. Myka turned and faced her. HG grabbed her wrist and started to button the sleeve. Once done she repeated it on the other one. She looked down at Myka’s feet, now clad in silky nylons. She smiled at her. “Sit down on the bed love.” She picked up a pair of soft leather boots from the floor. Myka looked at her.
“Those aren’t mine,” she said confused.
HG chuckled. “I know. They’re mine. I had them made for this dress.”
Myka gasped. “You had boots made? For you?”
HG nodded.
“Wow,” was all she could muster up.
HG shook her head and chuckled. “That’s how you bought shoes and boots back then. We didn’t have Macy’s you know. There was of course Harrods, but it burnt down in 1883,” she explained patiently.
“Good thing, or I bet you would’ve bought the whole store,” Myka said with a snicker.
“Oh, do be quiet,” HG huffed. She finished unlacing the boots and kneeled by Myka’s feet. Myka’s breath caught when she felt HG’s hand close around her ankle. “I hope they fit,” she said and gently slipped the right one onto Myka’s foot. The boot fit just as perfectly as the dress. She heard HG chuckle and looked down at her. “I guess we’re the same size.”
Once done with the boots she carefully placed the hat on Myka’s head and instructed her on how to secure it with the hat pin. She gently grasped Myka’s chin and made her look at her. “You’re beautiful,” she said softly.
Myka smiled. She slipped on the gloves and stood up. The boots made her tower over HG. She chuckled at the unusual difference in height. “Thank you,” she said softly and brushed her lips against HG's. She heard HG sigh and wrapped her arms around HG's waist, pulling her close.
HG was the first to pull away. “I am the luckiest woman in Univille tonight,” she said softly. “I will be the envy of everyone with you on my arm,” she added before kissing Myka again. “I will leave you now so I can finish getting ready. Meet you downstairs?”
Myka nodded. She followed HG with her eyes as she left. She stopped for a moment by the door and looked back at Myka. “Stunning,” she whispered.
Myka felt butterflies in her stomach. No one had ever made her feel as special and beautiful as Helena did.
Chapter 4 - The Legacy of HG Wells
Myka paced in the living room. Where were they? She heard fast steps on the stairs and a second later Pete appeared. She stared at him. He was wearing an old-fashioned three piece suit and had some strange contraption attached to his back. It looked almost like a metal backpack. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure him out. She looked at the little clues on his outfit. The most significant ones included a pair of shoes tied to the contraption on his back, and a copy of Bradshaw's Continental Railway Steam Transit and General Guide sticking out of his pocket. Finally she got it. “Phileas Fogg. Around the world in 80 days!” she exclaimed as she waived excitedly at him.
“Yes!” he grinned at her. “Steampunk version,” he said and pulled a lever on the contraption. Myka raised an eyebrow as it started to click and parts moved, slightly changing the appearance of the 1900s invention that he carried on his back. “HG made it. I wanted to be a Superhero, but she didn’t let me. It’s pretty cool though.”
Myka moved around him, inspecting HG’s work. It really was very impressive. She realized that it must have been stashed in the HG Wells section because there was no way she could have invented and constructed this in only a couple of days. She chewed on her lip. “So you’re Phileas Fogg and I am...” She didn’t really know who she was, except for Helena, if that was even an option. “Yeah, what am I? Victorian lady?”
“Hot Victorian lady,” he corrected her.
“Are you flirting with my date?” HG asked icily behind him.
He stepped aside and grinned at her. “Wouldn’t dream about it boss.”
Myka stared at HG and then laughed out loud. “You’re…” she laughed again and shook her head. “That is just perfect. I love it,” she said and smiled. “HG Wells,” she said slowly.
HG smiled and bowed her head in confirmation. “For once I can actually be me in public. Nothing hidden, no secrets.”
Myka nodded as she circled her. She ran her fingers over the Imperceptor vest. “I thought this was used up.”
“It is, but it still looks good. It fits better too without the power source in the back.”
Myka nodded. She took a step back and looked at HG in more detail. HG was wearing a pair of pants that hugged her body in the exact right places, a white starched shirt and over that the Imperceptor vest she had designed herself. A long coat covered all of it. HG's ever present boots completed the outfit.
Myka smirked. “I’m glad you skipped the mustache.”
HG laughed out loud. “Me too darling. Me too.”
HG pulled a small box out of her pocket. Myka watched in fascination as she opened it and held it out for her to see. “I thought these might add a little spice to your outfit dear,” she said and smiled.
Myka looked at the long fangs resting on red velvet. She laughed and nodded. “Why not?”
HG gently grabbed her elbow and led her over to a chair. “Sit down darling.” She pulled out a clean handkerchief from her pocket. “Open your mouth please,” she instructed.
HG rubbed the soft material against Myka’s teeth until they were completely dry. She pulled a small bottle out of her pocket and poured a little of the liquid on the handkerchief. Rubbing alcohol, Myka realized as HG rubbed the handkerchief against her teeth again. Finally she dabbed some glue on the two teeth and pressed the props firmly against Myka’s teeth. She felt Myka shiver and gently caressed her cheek with a finger.
“Just a little longer my sweet,” she whispered. Finally she let go and gently tugged at the teeth. They stayed firmly in place. “Brilliant,” she said and smiled.
Myka touched her work. She was impressed. She had worn vampire teeth before and most of the time they would fall off after about five minutes. She looked at HG. “You didn’t get these at Walmart, did you?” she teased
HG chuckled and shook her head. “No dear. They are professional grade.”
Myka laughed. “For vampires?”
HG folded her arms and smirked at her. “For theater use,” she clarified and held out her hand to Myka.
Myka kissed her cheek. “Thanks Helena.”
Myka suddenly got a wicked idea and she grinned as she brushed her lips against HG’s neck. She felt HG shiver. Myka slowly opened her mouth and gently bit down on HG’s soft neck. She felt HG tremble in her arms. She pulled away and looked at HG’s neck. Two distinct red marks were clearly visible on her sensitive skin. Myka rubbed a soft gloved hand over the spot. Their eyes met and she saw HG’s eyes dilate. Myka chuckled.
“I’m here,” Claudia exclaimed as she came running through the door.
They all turned in Claudia's direction. She was dressed in a long tan leather coat, white shirt, khaki pants and high boots that reached half way up her thighs. Claudia had a hat and goggles on her head that reminded Myka of Amelia Earhart.
“You guys ready?”
“Let’s rock ‘n roll my peeps,” Pete said and ushered them out the door.
“I love Halloween,” Claudia exclaimed happily and pulled on a small trinket on Pete’s back, making some steam come out at the top. “That’s so cool man,” she said impressed.
He grinned at her and tossed her the car keys. “You’re driving.”
She frowned at him. “Why?”
“Can you see me driving in this?” he asked and pointed at the contraption on his back.
“Good point,” she said and nodded.
“Besides, you can’t drink,” he teased before she would suggest Myka driving.
“Thanks for reminding me,” she muttered. “Nine months. Nine freaking, agonizing months to my birthday. You better remember,” she warned between gritted teeth.
Myka laughed and shook her head. She turned and looked at HG sitting next to her in the back seat. “Thank you,” she said softly and squeezed her hand.
“Was it worth all the secrets?” HG wanted to know.
Myka nodded. She smiled in anticipation as HG leaned over to give her quick kiss. They would’ve been able to get away with it if Pete hadn’t turned in his seat to get more comfortable.
“Busted!” he yelled. “You’re soooo busted.”
“Can’t I give my date a tiny little snog without you interfering?” HG said in a snooty tone.
Pete smirked. “Well, she’s practically my sister, so I think you should state your intentions.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can assure you that my intentions are completely honourable. I will bring her to the annual Halloween Ball in Univille, tend to her every need while at the party, and then escort her home afterwards,” HG said with a smirk.
Myka grinned. “Then what?” She laughed out loud at the surprised looks on Pete’s and HG’s faces. “I guess you didn’t plan that far. Well a girl can hope,” she said and batted her eyelashes at HG. For the first time HG was speechless. Myka smiled at her. “Pete, close your eyes,” she said sternly. “No peeking.”
She leaned over and took HG’s face in her hands before kissing her soundly. She traced HG’s lip with her tongue and then slipped it between HG’s lips. She moaned softly at the incredible feeling. She finally pulled away and looked into HG’s dark eyes. She saw a fire burning there and suddenly wished that they were on their way home instead of out.