covert affairs chap 9
longest one so far. but well worth it. i seem to be inching my way out of my writing funk. and just in time! epicly dirty solstice/christmas fics coming.
as for this story, well, i really didn't mean for so many chapters to happen between what was supposed to be right after the end of vendetta to what will be right after the end of where and when, but, helena the muse has decided certain things need to happen and by the gods she will do it in in HER time. who am i to argue? i'm just the hand that moves the pen. anyways, here ya go. have fun, enjoy. ;)
Myka and Helena took their seats on the plane and Myka pulled out her cell phone. "You should probably turn your phone off."
"I don't have it."
"Why not?"
Helena looked at her. "Why would I need it? You're the only one I'd call, Myka."
"Oh." Myka watched Helena. She had gotten the seat by the window and seemed to be uncomfortable; she fidgeted and readjusted her body several times. Not even Myka, with her legs that never ended, was that uncomfortable on a plane. "Helena, are you okay? Do you want to switch seats?"
Helena looked at Myka, "Could we? Please?"
"Of course." Helena never said please, not like that. Myka stood up, blocking the aisle, as Helena scooted over. A woman came up the aisle in a hurry and gave an angry huff at Myka in her way. Myka shot her a glance that made the woman's eyes go wide. If the pilot himself had to wait, Helena could have all the time she needed to get comfortable. Myka kept her gaze on the line of people starting to form in the aisle until she felt a gentle tug on her jacket. Helena looked up at her with an appreciative, though slightly sheepish, expression. Myka stepped over HG. Helena raised her eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly at Myka's ass directly at eye level. She'd have to let Myka know how much she enjoyed it later. Much later. When they were in London and not in this bloody aircraft. This tiny, cramped aircraft. This infernal machine-
"Helena." She looked at Myka. "Is that better?"
HG let out a sigh. "A little." She squirmed again, less than before, but it was obvious.
"Helena." Myka's voice was softer, concerned. "Do you not like planes?"
"We were not meant to be off the bloody ground!" She blurted out. Several people around them turned and stared. Myka paid them no mind.
"Helena, you've flown before. You flew to London and back. You flew to Russia."
"For you. I flew to Russia for you, Myka." Myka blushed. "I didn't know what it was like when I went to London. And I had to get back to the States."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Helena looked at Myka apologetically. "I didn't want to ruin your surprise. You were so excited." She lowered her voice slightly. "And so cute."
Myka smiled at the last comment, then furrowed her brow. "You should have told me."
"I'll tell you next time, okay? Promise."
The plane started to taxi down the runway. Helena stiffened all over and gripped the armrests. Myka put her hand on Helena's. HG instantly wrapped her fingers around Myka's. She relaxed a little. Then the nose pulled up and the wheels left the ground. HG's knuckles on the armrest turned white, she grasped Myka's hand tighter. Her eyes were closed and she muttered something under her breath over and over. Myka raised HG's hand to her lips and kissed it. "You're not alone this time, Helena." She put the armrest up and pulled Helena to her, wrapping her arm around the poor woman. Helena released the other armrest and tucked her hand firmly around Myka's thigh. Myka kissed the top of Helena's head resting on her shoulder. "I'm here for you now."
"Thank you," she whispered. It wasn't long before her breathing slowed and she fell asleep, safe in Myka's arms.
They left the terminal and stepped into the London streets. Helena took a deep breath and exhaled happily. No matter how settled she would be with Myka, this was home. London. A hundred years of progress and growth couldn't bury the soul of the city. It was in her blood, this air, and it always would be. "Alright dear Myka, the game is up. Where are we going?"
Myka grinned at her and flagged down a cab. They climbed in the back and a polite young man turned in the driver's seat. "Where to?" He smiled when he saw the two women.
Myka glanced at Helena out of the corner of her eye. "H.G. Wells' house." Helena smiled smugly and Myka beamed.
"Sure thing, love. Get you there in a jiff." He pulled away from the curb. "Got a bit of a thing for the writer?"
Helena bit her lip and Myka grabbed her hand. She eyed HG and answered with a bit of a chuckle. "You could say that?"
"How 'bout you, pet?" He looked at Helena through the mirror.
She grinned that vulpine smile and replied coolly. "There is more of a kinship than you will ever know."
"Oy, a native! Welcome 'ome, dear."
Myka giggled. Helena smiled at the driver. "Thank you. It is good to be home. Despite making my life elsewhere, this lovely city will always be my home. No matter how much it changes."
"I 'ear ya. Born and bred right 'ere in London. Don't matter where I go, I always end up back 'ere."
Helena let go of Myka's hand and touched her knee, watching Myka's face. Myka's eyes went wide as Helena's hand slid slowly up her leg. Her fingers danced over the sensitive skin of Myka's inner thigh. Helena knew Myka would never give away what was being done, so she pushed further and further, trying to see how far she could go. Unbeknownst to Myka's conscious mind, she was inching her legs apart. Their eyes were locked on each other; as Helena's fingers touched home, Myka's pupils dilated and she pushed ever so slightly against her hand. "Helena." She whispered. Helena pulled her hand away and replaced it around Myka's fingers on the seat between them. The woman was a devil, Myka thought. Though, if that was her punishment for keeping secrets, she might be inclined to do it more often.
"'Ere we are, loves. One domicile of the great H.G. Wells." The cabbie looked at the building. "Looks closed. You sure you want to stop 'ere?"
"Positive." Myka paid the fare and tugged Helena out of the cab. The car pulled off, leaving the women alone.
"It does look closed, Myka."
"Like that stopped you before." Helena smirked at her. "Come on, there's still one more piece of this surprise left to show you." Myka walked up to the front door. Helena eyed the lock. Myka knocked on the door with an exaggerated motion, giving Helena a smart ass look. She gained a pinch on the bottom as a retort.
A woman answered the door. "I'm sorry ma'am, we're closed today."
"I know. I'm the one who requested it." Myka said. Helena's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, come in. And this is...?"
"My...partner, Helena."
"The trunks you asked for are in the study. Do you have any questions?"
Helena started to ask something, but Myka cut her off. "No. Thank you."
"I only ask that you lock up when you leave."
"Not a problem, ma'am."
The curator lingered in the doorway, curious. Myka wasn't about to volunteer anything and Helena had nothing to volunteer, so they all simply waited. The woman finally gave up and left.
"Alright Myka, what's the play here?"
Myka grinned at her, finally able to reveal her surprise. "We are here-HG Wells-in you your house for you to collect whatever you want."
"What?"
"This house, it's full of your things. You can take whatever you want. Bring whatever you want back to the warehouse. To make it more your home."
"Myka." Helena smiled warmly at her. "You did that for me?" She nodded. "Myka." Helena spoke in almost a whisper as she brushed her lips against Myka's.
"I didn't do it all by myself. Claudia helped a lot."
"Would you like me to thank her in the same fashion when we get home?"
Myka smiled. "No. But she might not mind. I think she has a little crush on you."
"Really?"
Myka nodded. "Pete too." Her voice dropped as her eyes drifted around the hall. "Obviously."
"Aren't you lucky then? I only want you."
Myka smiled at her. Her dark eyes shone, her full lips curled in a gentle smile at the corners. For her. This beautiful and amazing woman only wanted her. Helena would never know what that meant to her. Myka wrapped her arms around her author and held her tight. Sometimes words were overrated. Helena put her arms around Myka and smoothed her hair-that wild tangle of curls she loved so much.
"We better get going, I doubt we've much time."
Myka leaned back. "We've got all the time in the world, I asked for it to be closed all day." She brushed a lock of Helena's gorgeous hair behind her ear. "And for us to be left alone."
Helena smiled and her eyes sparkled. "Down to business then, shall we?" Myka crinkled her forehead ever so slightly. "More time for fun later." Helena winked at her. She broke from Myka and wandered into the study.
There were two large trunks in the middle of the room. Both were already addressed to the warehouse: HGW. It would be plenty of space for anything she would want to bring. Myka came into the room behind her. Helena surveyed the room, mentally categorizing each item. Her gaze fell on her companion.
Myka looked around the room, chewing on her bottom lip, arms folded across her chest. She eyes the hidden panel and glanced at the ceiling. She did not like this room-she had bad memories from this room.
Helena looked at her. Myka's expression broke her heart. She stood close in front of Myka, whose eyes were still on the ceiling. They darted from the panel, to the ceiling, to the secret nook, avoiding HG's eyes. "Myka." She said it so gently, so softly that it instantly drew Myka's eyes to her. She put a hand on Myka's cheek slowly and lightly, afraid she might pull away. "I'm sorry, Myka." Her voice was sadly sweet, the guilt and contrition audible in her quiet tone. "If I'd known..."
"It doesn't matter. It's done now. You did what you did. It doesn't matter." She fought to keep her voice unbroken and her eyes from tearing.
But Helena could see the pain in her eyes nevertheless. "It does matter, Myka. It matters because I hurt you. And for that, my dear sweet Myka, I am sorry." She watched Myka's reaction carefully. "Can you forgive me?"
Myka actually had to think about it for a minute. Helena had tricked her to save her own ass. That hurt. But she looked at her now, honestly pleading for absolution. There was a desperation in her eyes that Myka had never seen before from Helena. She needed Myka's forgiveness. "Yes." Myka told her softly. Helena smiled and she leaned forward ever so slightly, her lips twitched. She wanted to kiss Myka, but she was afraid. Myka smiled and kissed her; Helena made no advance. Myka uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around Helena. Breaking the kiss, she held HG close against her, resting her chin on Helena's shoulder.
Forgiven, not forgotten, Helena thought. She sighed against Myka's shoulder and Myka held her tighter. Helena sank into Myka-maybe it didn't matter.
As Helena nuzzled against her neck a thought crossed Myka's mind. You love her. Myka took a deep breath and looked around the room. This was no longer the room where HG had tricked and betrayed her. Now it was the room where she'd realized she was in love with Helena Grace Wells. She closed her eyes and focused on the woman in her arms, the woman she loved. Helena's breath tickled her neck. As if preternaturally aware of Myka's focus of attention, she kissed Myka's neck softly. Myka smiled. "Come on. Let's get your stuff packed up." Myka released her and started to walk away. Helena grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She took Myka's face in her hands and kissed her passionately. Myka's knees threatened to give out on her.
"Thank you." Helena finally said.
"For-" Her voice was weak. Myka cleared her throat and tried again. "For what?"
"For everything. For this, for forgiving me, for trusting me, for letting me care for you. But mostly, for caring for me."
Myka touched her hand to HG's cheek. "Helena..." She tried to find the right words, what to say. "Thank you." She pressed her lips against Helena's tenderly. Myka smiled warmly at her. "Come on." Myka took her hand and led Helena upstairs.
Helena followed Myka into the master bedroom. Myka let go of her hand and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Was this your room?"
"Yes," was the cool response she got.
"Is everything how you left it?"
Helena looked around. "For the most part." She sauntered slowly toward Myka on her perch.
"Is this your bed?"
Helena came closer, but still out of Myka's long reach. "Yes."
Myka ran her hand over the comforter. "You slept here..."
Helena came over to stand next to the bed, her leg against Myka's. "I did more than sleep." Her voice was thick. "This bed could tell such tales."
Myka looked up at her with fire in her eyes. In one smooth motion she pulled Helena onto the bed and rolled on top of her. "Let's make another." Myka kissed Helena fiercely. She pulled her jacket off and tossed it behind her and wrapped her hands around Helena's sides. Myka pulled Helena against her as she claimed HG's mouth. Myka's fingers undid the buttons of Helena's shirt as she released her lips. Helena sighed little sounds of pleasure as Myka planted scorching kisses along her neck. She gasped and let out a full moan when Myka pinched the soft white flesh between her teeth. She pulled Helena's shirt free of her jeans and was rewarded with a surprise herself; HG had discovered the blessing that was the front-clasp bra. Myka undid the catch with a flick of her wrist. Helena sighed as Myka cupped her breast. She caressed it, twirling and teasing her nipple between her fingers. Myka ran her tongue in small circles along Helena's neck and collarbone. The muttered utterances stumbling out of Helena's throat traversed the air and found their way to Myka's crotch. There was a specific kind of gratification gleaned from causing such pleasure in another. Myka ran her tongue down Helena's chest and HG arched her back to meet Myka's lips. Myka kissed her nipple before wrapping her lips around it. Helena let out a soft moan in response. Myka flicked her tongue over it and Helena twitched. She lapped and sucked, teasing Helena and soaking up every pleasurous gasp and moan, every clench of Helena's hands on her back. Myka traced circles around her nipple with her tongue. She looked up at Helena; her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her head back. Her neck was exposed and glistening. Myka smiled up at her wickedly before clamping her teeth down on the sensitive flesh.
"Myka." Helena gasped and yanked on her curls. Myka's head jerked back, but she didn't let go. She laughed and let Helena's nipple slip slowly from her teeth. Myka kissed her way back up Helena's chest and neck as she popped the buttons on Helena's jeans. As she nibbled on her ear, Myka slid her hand inside Helena's pants. She ran her fingers over unexpectedly smooth skin. "Oh," Helena moaned. "That does feel better."
"Helena." Myka exclaimed, surprised by the revelation. She explored the feeling of the warm silky skin. And the sounds such explorations solicited from her lover. "That's why you took so long this morning?"
"I told you I would remember."
Myka kissed the soft spot behind Helena's ear, her secret spot; Helena breathed a heavy sighing moan into Myka's ear. "I'm glad you did." Myka whispered. She danced her fingertips over the shaven skin.
"Oh God."
Myka slipped her fingers into Helena's wetness; she bucked against Myka's hand; Myka grinned and nipped at her lips. Helena's hips rocked in a rhythm matching Myka's fingers as they moved over her clit. She could stand Myka's assault on her lips no longer and kissed her deeply, holding her in place with a hand on the back of her neck. Myka could feel her building. Oh no you don't, I'm not done with you yet. Myka pulled her mouth from Helena's as she entered her to hear her moan, hot breath caressing her lips.
Myka rode her until she felt Helena building again. She pulled out and HG sighed in frustration. "Patience." Myka whispered before running her tongue over Helena's lips. She kissed her deeply as she pulled HG's pants down. Helena kicked her boots off and Myka dropped her jeans and panties in a pile at the foot of the bed. She traced her fingers over Helena's butt. "I love your ass." She kissed Helena's neck; HG lifted her chin, giving herself to Myka.
Helena grabbed Myka's ass with both hands, pulling her down against herself. "Likewise, I assure you."
Myka laughed as she kissed Helena's collarbone. She traced a path down Helena's chest with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She kissed down the center of Helena's stomach. "I love your abs." Myka ran her tongue over the skin and watched all the muscles flutter. She giggled an evil laugh and nibbled at the skin below Helena's navel.
"Mmm, Myka." Her stomach leapt as her breathing increased. Myka traversed the line of Helena's hip with her teeth. The most delicious noises erupted from Helena in response. Her hands were on Myka's shoulders; the lower Myka went, the harder she gripped. Myka followed the curve of Helena's pelvis inward. Helena whimpered at Myka's breath tickling her freshly liberated skin. She pressed her lips against Helena in a gentle kiss and slid her tongue between her soft folds. "Myka," Helena sighed, more gasp than speech. Her nails dug into Myka's shoulders and arched toward her as Myka's tongue touched her clit for the first time.
Myka drew slow circles around her clit. Helena's hips rose and fell in a regular rhythm. Myka ran her fingertips over Helena's body, leaving goosebumps in her wake. She licked at Helena harder, faster. HG worked her hands up to bury her fingers in Myka's curls. "Oh God, Myka. You feel so good." Each breath came as a gasp. "Mmm...God. Myka..." She sighed. Myka switched to broad strokes and was rewarded with an intense moan from Helena. She murmured a noise that was probably supposed to be 'Myka,' but it came out an unintelligible deep sigh. Helena swallowed hard. "God..." Her breaths became shallow, her moans louder, longer and more frequent. Her hips began to shake. Myka relished the growing tremble in Helena's thighs. "Oh God...Myka!" Her hips thrashed upward, she gripped at the sheet with one hand, Myka's curls with the other. Myka drank her in as she came, tasting each spasm until Helena collapsed on the bed, spent.
Myka rested her cheek against Helena's thigh. She smiled up at her as the woman caught her breath. Helena tugged gently on Myka's hair and choked out her name. Myka rose up; Helena pulled her into a deep kiss. She licked at Myka's lips, tasting herself, before welcoming Myka's tongue.
Helena pulled Myka's head back. "My God, Myka." Myka giggled and beamed at Helena. Myka leaned on her elbow next to HG and draped her arm around Helena's body, drawing small circles across her ribs. "That was a first for you?" Helena asked incredulously.
"Everything with you is new, Helena."
"That was impressive. You have a natural talent ill-spent until now." Myka turned bright red and lowered her eyes. "Don't be ashamed." Helena touched Myka's cheek; Myka looked at her. "I'm inexorably delighted and grateful to share this experience with you." She smiled at Myka. "I'm proud to be your first."
Myka stared at Helena's lips. "Sometimes I just feel... You've been with so many women. Sometimes I feel like I'm a disappointment because I don't know what I'm doing."
"Myka. Have I ever led you to believe I was anything less than perfectly contented with you?" She brushed Myka's curls behind her ear, caressing her cheek. "Myka, look at me." She brought her green eyes up to meet Helena's. "No one has made me feel like that in a long time. Even before..." Her voice trailed off, remembering how uncomfortable it made Myka to bring up her time in bronze. "You could never be a disappointment to me. Don't you even entertain such thoughts." Myka smiled nervously and Helena gently pulled her into a kiss. If Myka could only know just how enchanted Helena really was with her.
They kissed for a long time, Helena making no attempt at advancements, just savoring Myka. Myka ran her hand slowly up Helena's body to cup the back of HG's neck. Her fingers danced in the warmth of Helena's hair, playing idly with the soft tendrils at the nape of her neck. Myka rolled onto her back, pulling Helena on top of her, her jacket draping over them like a blanket. Myka ran her hand up the soft skin of Helena's thigh, tracing her fingers over the curve of Helena's butt before gripping it and pulling Helena's hips down to her. Helena brushed against Myka's jeans. The message was clear.
Helena sat up, Myka's hand around her neck fell gracefully along HG's body until it came to rest on Helena's hip. HG rolled her shoulders and her coat, shirt and bra all slid smoothly down her arms. She dropped them off the side of the bed and sat staring down at Myka. Myka looked up at the gorgeous woman whose body she held in her hands. She tugged on Helena's hips, jerking her forward. She took the hint and came down to meet Myka's lips. Myka traced her fingertips up Helena's naked body as HG's hands slipped under her shirt; Myka's stomach fluttered. Helena chuckled. Myka sat up and pulled her shirt over her head while Helena's nimble fingers undid her bra. As Myka laid back down Helena's lips moved down her neck and across her chest in a fluid motion. Her mouth found purchase around a welcoming nipple. Myka sighed and smiled as her eyes fluttered shut. Her body burned for Helena's touch. Helena's fingers danced over Myka's stomach causing the muscles to leap. She teased the waist of Myka's jeans, fingertips dipping beneath the fabric. Helena dragged her nails across Myka's stomach as she moved up to kiss her throat. Myka's body hummed. Helena tasted the warm, salty line of Myka's jaw up to her ear. HG planted her hand squarely on Myka's crotch, smiling at the heat surging through the thick fabric. Her lips brushed Myka's ear as she purred low, "Do you want me?"
Myka gripped Helena's hips tightly as she groaned out, "Yes. Please." She inhaled a shaky breath as Helena caressed her ear with her lips and her fingers started a rhythm on Myka's crotch. "Please," she sighed.
Helena took Myka's earlobe in her teeth. Myka's chest heaved with each heavy breath. Helena undid Myka's belt with sure fingers. She popped the button on Myka's jeans. Taking her time unloosing the zipper, Helena bathed in the increasing pace of Myka's heartbeat as she enveloped Myka's pulse point with her mouth. Tooth by tooth the zipper came down at an agonizing measure. And with Helena's lips and tongue and teeth on her neck, Myka was whimpering by the time it was undone.
With a final nip that made Myka yelp, Helena slid down to remove the last remnants of Myka's clothing. Myka kicked off her sneakers as Helena hooked her fingers around Myka's pants. She pulled her jeans and underwear down, letting her nails graze Myka's legs. At her feet, Helena whipped off Myka's clothes and sat smiling over her beautiful body. She brought Myka's ankle to her lips, examining the tattoo at last, between kisses. There was a date, 03-01-01 followed by a quote: 'Simply the thing I am shall make me live.' Shakespeare, good girl. Helena smiled. "Myka dear, what is the significance of this line for you?"
Myka's countenance changed. "I don't want to talk about it." She spoke sternly, the topic was off-limits.
Helena looked in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Myka. I didn't mean to upset. You don't have to tell me." She kissed the small black letters. "It's okay." Myka shifted her legs apart as Helena's hands traversed up her long limbs. Her thumbs came to rest at the apex of Myka's thighs. Helena worked her way up, kissing, licking and nibbling the inside of Myka's leg. Myka found herself wishing she were shorter so that Helena would get to her destination sooner. But Myka relished the scorching touches of Helena's mouth too much to beg her to hurry. She reached Myka's thigh and smiled when Myka let out a rough sigh. Myka's sweet scent filled Helena's nose; Myka's body was practically screaming for her. As Helena's lips neared Myka's center, Myka spread her legs, inviting Helena home. Helena planted a final kiss on Myka's thigh, the next would be tasting her. She looked up at Myka. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Myka looked at her, her emerald eyes flaming with ardor, and replied huskily. "Yes, Helena. Please. I want nothing more right now than your mouth on me."
Helena smiled the most pleasurous grin even she was capable of. She moved her lips next to Myka. Helena's breath against her made Myka squirm. It was a new sensation; one she found thrilling. Helena hovered over Myka, breathing her in. The younger woman's body seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Myka waited, Helena's warm exhales tickling her soft skin, until she thought she would explode.
Helena looked up at Myka's face, studying her expression. She wanted to remember every detail of the curve of her lips, the rouge of her cheeks, the rabbit-like crinkle of her nose, of the moment when she first got to feel Myka upon her tongue. She could see the waiting was becoming too much for Myka. Helena took a deep breath and lowered her lips to meet Myka's flesh. She wrapped her arms around Myka's legs, holding her down, and loosed her tongue.
Myka's mouth fell open, her hips bucked. She took in a shaking long gasp and moaned, "Oh my God, Helena." Myka gripped the sheet. She whimpered, "Helena," as HG's tongue slowly moved around.
Helena took her time, letting Myka soak in this new sensation. She traced lazy circles around Myka's entrance, watching her hands grip on the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Myka's lip trembled. Helena made a slow pass over Myka's clit. Her hips jerked up, but Helena kept her in place. Myka's hand shot to the back of Helena's head. She buried her fingers in the silken raven locks as Helena licked her clit. "Helena," she barely breathed. Her fingers flexed and released against Helena's scalp as her hips rose and fell to meet her welcoming tongue.
Myka fell into a rhythm as Helena circled her clit. Her gasps turned to moans to whimpers to cries of ecstasy. Helena figure-eighted her tongue over Myka. Myka pulled on Helena's hair hard as her hips rose up. "Don't...stop." Myka's head fell back and she screamed Helena's name as she climaxed. Helena grazed her tongue around Myka's clit, taking pleasure in the aftershocks of her orgasm until Myka released her grip on HG's hair.
'You're lucky I enjoy that so much, my dear Myka.'
Myka kept her eyes closed as she lie still, panting fiercely, her chest heaving. Helena rose up to lie next to her. She put her hand on Myka's chest; her heart beat like a hummingbird. Helena smiled wide. "Are you alright, darling?"
Helena's breath was musky with Myka's scent and her lips felt like warm silk as she kissed the freckle on Myka's cheek. Helena stroked the side of Myka's face gently. Myka swallowed, giving herself time to gather a few scraps of words. "That...I've never felt before."
Helena wrapped her arm around Myka's waist and rested her head on Myka's chest. She listened happily to the resonant thumping of her lover's heart as it slowed; each beat was hers and she knew it. Myka instinctively held Helena close, her hands on HG's hip. Her fingers fluttered as her hands trembled.
Myka calmed as they lay in H.G. Wells' bed. She kissed the top of Helena's head; HG snuggled closer to Myka's body. Myka reveled in the warmth. This woman, this beautiful, magic woman...she really does want me. The little voice of doubt was beaten back into its cage for good. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The light scent of Helena's hair aided in emboldening her. "Attempted suicide." Her voice was quiet.
"What, dear?"
"My tattoo. I was eighteen, in college. It was, um, rough. I just wanted to...go away. I wanted everything to just, stop. I wanted a break. I had a full bottle of my roommate's sleeping pills in my hand that night."
"What stopped you?"
"My mother. I loved her too much to do that to her. The pain of losing a child, I could never do that to her." Helena's breath caught in her throat. There was no pain more difficult to endure than the unending heartbreak of losing a child. Myka rubbed her arm gently and hissed her hair again. "Then I remembered the Shakespeare line. 'Simply the thing I am shall make me live.'"
"All's Well That Ends Well. A rather fitting title."
Myka smiled awkwardly. "I would live for myself, who I am. Strong, brave, smart, the things I am would make me live."
Helena kissed Myka's chest beneath her. "For my part, I am glad you did." She hugged Myka tight to her.
Myka held her close. She rested her chin on Helena's head, breathing in the warm scent of her hair. "No one knows that."
"Your secret is safe with me, my dear Myka."
"I know." Myka said quietly.
After a time, HG spoke. "What's the other one for? The lemniscate?"
Myka sighed. "I got that after Sam died. To remind me that death is not the end. Just the beginning of something new."
"Did it work?"
"Not for a long time."
Death is only the beginning of something new. The idea cemented itself in Helena's mind. Myka kissed the top of her head, chasing the thought away. But it merely took refuge in a dark corner deep within her.
Myka maneuvered Helena to lie on top of her, her stomach fluttered instinctively as her skin pressed against Helena's. HG looked at Myka and was pulled in for a kiss. There was still an unexpected tang to Helena's lip. It made Myka start at first, but it was her, her taste. On Helena's lips. It brought to the forefront of her mind how she came to be upon Helena's sweet full lips and a shiver ran through her body.
Helena felt it and chuckled. She ran her hands down Myka's sides to perch on the delicate curve of her hips. Helena pulled her lips from Myka's. Thrusting down, she grinded herself against Myka. Myka's pupils flared. Helena looked at her with purely wicked intent. "Would you like another go?" Her hand slipped between Myka's thighs.
"But your things."
"Just things, I did without them for over a hundred years. You're my home, Myka." Her fingers found their treasure and Helena's lips curled slowly into an impish grin. She let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt Myka. "A warm, wet, welcoming home just begging for me to," she pushed two fingers into Myka and felt her buck; Myka let out a gasp as Helena entered her. "Come inside." Helena moved her fingers slowly in and out of Myka, letting her feel every bit of the motion. Myka had her eyes closed, she bit her lip as Helena kissed her neck. Her entire focus was on Helena's fingers as they slid slowly inside her. "That feels amazing."
"Myka. Look at me." Myka opened her eyes and looked at Helena. She never ceased to be shocked by the mixture of affection, caring, protection, safety and pure seductive, predatory desire she saw in those mysteriously dark eyes. Helena captured Myka's eyes. She watched every detail of Myka's sweet face as she carefully slid a third finger inside her. Myka's eyes went wide, her mouth opened as she took in a gasp, her chin tilted up, but she kept her eyes locked with Helena's. Her hips pressed hard against HG's hand, pushing her deep inside her. Myka loosed such a moan of pleasure that a tremor passed through Helena. She sped her pace to match Myka's writhing hips. Myka pulled Helena down for a scorching kiss as she reached her hand between Helena's legs. Myka felt a moan on her lips as her fingers glided over Helena's clit. HG jerked at the touch before settling into Myka's hand.
Myka panted into Helena's ear as HG kissed at her neck. Helena's moans vibrated Myka's skin. She slowed her hand when she felt Myka building. As Helena hung on the precipice she pressed deep into Myka and curled her fingers. She seized Myka's lips as they came together. Their tongues mingled as their climactic moans merged. They fell limp, Helena nuzzled against Myka's neck, kissing her thundering pulse point. She placed her hand on Myka's stomach, feeling each quavering intake of breath. "Helena..." Myka murmured.
"Yes, Myka?"
Myka touched her hand to Helena's cheek and pulled tight against her body. Helena sighed against Myka's neck. She kissed Myka's palm and settled around her long curves.
They lie still in the afterglow, calming slowly. Helena's breath became steadier as she began to drift off to sleep. "Helena." Myka called her name softly. "Helena, we should get dressed."
"Do we have to? I so like you being naked."
Myka blushed and smiled. "It's mutual, but we have to gather up your things."
Helena kissed the soft spot under Myka's jaw. "But I'd much rather lie in bed with you."
Myka cleared her throat to bring her attention back. "Helena, I'm cold."
HG chuckled. "Alright, darling." Helena rolled off Myka and pushed off the bed. Myka watched her strut around the room collecting their clothes while she sat on the edge of the bed. Helena brought Myka her clothes. Myka smiled at her. She wrapped her hand Helena's leg as she took her clothes. Myka gently pulled HG closer to her. She kissed Helena's stomach. HG smiled down at Myka and stroked her wild mess of curls. She could have stood there forever with Myka's cheek against her stomach. But while the touch heated her skin, Myka's hand on the back of her thigh was actually quite frigid. "Get dressed my dear Myka."
Myka pulled on her jacket and watched Helena slip on her boots. They were magnificent boots. Myka wrinkled her forehead and pursed her lips. "How do those counteract the cavorite?" HG looked up at her with a grin and merely winked. Myka scrunched up her nose. Helena laughed; Myka was so adorable when frustrated. "Are you sure there isn't anything here you want to bring home?"
Helena walked over to Myka and straightened her curls a bit. "Perhaps a few things." A shadow passed over her face and sadness crept into her fierce eyes. "I'd like to see Christina's room."
Myka took Helena's hand in hers and entwined their fingers, squeezing gently. "Lead the way."
Myka had stayed mostly quiet while Helena went through her house. HG was being understandably reticent herself and had taken a long time to let go of Myka's hand. Myka packed the last book Helena had chosen to bring with her. She kneeled beside Helena, who stroked the hair and smoothed the dress of what had once been her daughter's doll. "It was her favorite." Helena said quietly. "She had named her Darla. She loved to have tea parties with her." Helena placed the doll in the trunk.
Myka tucked Helena's hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She rubbed Helena's back before pulling her in for a hug. "I'm sorry, Helena." Helena's strength finally faltered and she began to cry. Safe in Myka's arms, she cried for all she had lost. Her Christina, her family, her friends, her misdeeds, her entire world. Myka stroked her hair and held her without a word.
Helena stopped crying and caught her breath. She became aware that she was now in Myka's lap and holding her quite tightly. She wiped her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Myka. I don't know what came over me." She tried to get up, but Myka held her in place.
"I's okay." Myka's voice was soft and sweet and it made Helena smiled ever so slightly. Myka brushed the wetness from HG's cheek with her thumb. "Never apologize for your tears, Helena. They are not a sign of weakness. Just the opposite." Myka touched her lips to HG's cheek. "You've been through a lot, Helena. A fucking lot. You've endured unimaginable things, Helena. You are allowed to cry about it." Myka pulled HG against her, hugging her close. She released her. "Helena, look at me." HG raised her eyes from her lap to look at Myka. She was almost overwhelmed by the care and concern she saw in Myka's eyes. "Are you okay?" Helena nodded. Myka cupped her cheek. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Myka. Thank you."
Myka brushed her lips over Helena's. "You're welcome."
Helena was slow to leave the warm comfort of Myka's lap, but she eventually got up. "What time is our flight home?"
"Eleven forty."
Helena checked the clock on what was once her desk. "We have time for a pleasant lunch. I don't know about you, but I'm a bit peckish."
Myka smiled at her. "Except that it's dinner time here."
"Whatever."
Myka laughed. "You've been spending too much time with Claudia."
"Rubbish. I'm merely expanding my vocabulary to include the popular vernacular. As a proper wordsmith, it is my duty."
Myka pulled Helena into an embrace and kissed her. "You're amazing."
Helena looked at Myka, her shining eyes and glowing smile. She was radiant. Helena smiled gently. "No, tu es mira, mea cara Myka." Myka blushed and lowered her eyes. "It's true, Myka. You are the most amazing woman I have ever had the privilege of knowing." Helena cupped Myka's cheek; Myka leaned her head against HG's hand. "You astound me every day, my dear Myka."
"The great H.G. Wells finds me astounding?" Myka looked up at Helena and saw no jest in her sparkling eyes.
"In everything you do, Myka." Myka smiled as Helena kissed her.
It was meant to be an innocent kiss, but passion overtook them and their tongues met and mingled. Before either realized, Myka's hands were on Helena's ass and HG's fingers teased Myka's breasts. Eventually Myka pulled back. "We need to go eat." Her voice was hoarse.
"Again already, darling? Well, if you insist?" Helena began to undo her pants.
Myka looked at her quizzically before she understood. Her face went red. "Helena!"
HG grinned wickedly. "Just teasing, dear." She buttoned her pants back up. Myka bit her lip nervously. "Oh my dear Myka. I was only joking." Her expression changed from sweet and endearing to impish. "What happens later tonight, I make no promises about." She kissed Myka on the lips. "Come, my darling, let's get something to eat. I'm sure you worked up quite the appetite." She winked at Myka as she took her hand.
Claudia typed away at her computer in the living room, working on a homework assignment. Artie came into the room with a huff. "Where is everyone?"
Pete wandered in from the kitchen, sandwich in hand. "I'm here."
"Where's Myka?"
"She's with HG."
Artie grunted. "Fine. Claudia, you go with Pete to Savannah. You've got Stonewall's spurs to track down." Artie dropped a file on the coffee table; the loud smack it made caused Claudia to jump. He continued off for the warehouse.
"What do they do?" Claudia called after him.
"It's in the file." Artie growled.
Claudia grimaced. "Jeez. He's even grumpier than usual now."
Pete sat on the couch next to Claudia. "It's because of HG. He doesn't like her."
"Ya think?" Pete picked up the file and read over the dossier. Claudia eyed him sideways. "What do you think about her?"
"HG?" Claudia nodded. "I don't know." He squinted, uncomfortable. "There's something...off about her. I don't trust her."
"Myka trusts her though. Isn't that enough?"
"Not with her."
"She saved my life, Pete. She saved Artie's life. That doesn't mean anything?"
"Alright. I still don't completely trust her though."
"You seemed to be getting along at breakfast."
Pete smiled. "I didn't say I didn't like her. She certainly liked me in London." He made a smoochie face at Claudia.
"Okay, ew. And lucky for Kelly, HG isn't interested in you."
Pete pouted. "Hey."
Claudia rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you show her the croissant thing she will be."
Pete grinned. "Seventeen. I can get seventeen in my mouth."
"I know." Claudia closed the computer. "So what do these spurs do?"
Artie entered his office like a tempest, grumbling to himself. "Hello, Artie." Leena greeted him calmly. He grumbled louder and waved her off. She watched him storm about angrily.
"...that woman..."
Leena closed the book in her hands. She walked over and sat next to Artie at his desk. "Artie, we need to talk."
"About what?" He barked.
"Wells."
"I don't want to talk about that woman!"
"Artie." She said his name quietly, but sternly. He calmed. "Whether you like it or not, she is here to stay. You need to get used to her being here."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"I do not trust that woman."
"Do you trust Myka?"
"That's silly, of course I do."
"Do you trust that Myka makes good choices? That her heart is always in the right place?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then you trust that she made the right decision about HG?" Artie made an angry face. "If you can't trust HG, at least trust Myka."
"I will never trust that villainous woman."
"Try to be nice to her, Artie. For Myka. Trust Myka. Artie," she waited for him to look at her. "Do this for Myka. She needs it."
Artie was quiet a long time, but Leena was patient. Finally he responded, "I will try. For Myka."
Myka and Helena returned home late in the evening. Tucked under the tree on the side of the bed and breakfast, safe under the blanket of darkness in the car, Helena took Myka's hand in hers and brought it to her lips. "Today meant a lot to me, Myka. Thank you."
Myka blushed at the gesture and smiled at Helena's hand clasping hers tightly. "You're welcome, Helena. I just wish it wasn't going to take two to three weeks to get your things here." Myka squeezed HG's hand and sighed quietly. She was exhausted from spending most of the day on a plane, and this was the last moment of true freedom she would have with Helena. Myka raised her girlfriend's hand to her lips and placed a long, lingering kiss against it. "Come on."
Helena smirked, "Once more unto the breach, dear friend."
"Something like that." Myka squeezed Helena's hand and let go as she opened the car door.
It was quiet inside, everyone winding down for bed. The soft sound of clicking keys filtered from the dining room. Myka could tell from the speed that it was Claudia. She peeked around the doorframe to see the young woman sitting at the table, headphones on and bobbing her head slightly to the music. She was surrounded by books and papers, typing up a paper for class. Myka grinned at her and turned to Helena, who smiled brightly and rubbed her arm approvingly. School fit her.
"Oh!" Pete's voice reverberated through the downstairs. "Take that! Yeah!" He was clearly watching sports.
"Oh good, you're home." Myka turned to greet Artie with a weary smile. Helena put on her best face. "Good evening Myka," he looked at Helena and flashed the fastest, weakest smile a human was capable of. "Helena." She raised her eyebrows in shock. Artie pushed his glasses up and continued without pause. "I called customs, spoke to a woman about some things regarding-it doesn't matter. Your things should be here in a few days."
The great H. G. Wells was speechless. "Uh, w-" She took a breath. "Thank you, Artie. I very much appreciate it."
Artie huffed. "I didn't do it for you." He glanced sideways at Myka.
A hint of disappointment fell over Helena's face. "Well, I appreciate it nevertheless."
He grumbled a "You're welcome" under his breath and quickly shuffled down the hall.
The two women looked at each other blankly. "That was..." Myka began.
"Odd," Helena finished. "And the work of a woman with surety."
"Do you think Leena could have said something?"
Helena shrugged. "What other explanation is there?"
Several possibilities flashed through Myka's mind. "I'd rather not think about it."
Leena came around the corner, headed upstairs with fresh sheets. "Hello," she smiled.
"Thank you. Whatever you did or said to him, thank you." Myka told her.
Leena smiled warmly. "It was nothing, but you're welcome." She climbed the stairs. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you're interested."
"Oh spectacular, I'm famished." Helena made off for the kitchen.
as for this story, well, i really didn't mean for so many chapters to happen between what was supposed to be right after the end of vendetta to what will be right after the end of where and when, but, helena the muse has decided certain things need to happen and by the gods she will do it in in HER time. who am i to argue? i'm just the hand that moves the pen. anyways, here ya go. have fun, enjoy. ;)
Myka and Helena took their seats on the plane and Myka pulled out her cell phone. "You should probably turn your phone off."
"I don't have it."
"Why not?"
Helena looked at her. "Why would I need it? You're the only one I'd call, Myka."
"Oh." Myka watched Helena. She had gotten the seat by the window and seemed to be uncomfortable; she fidgeted and readjusted her body several times. Not even Myka, with her legs that never ended, was that uncomfortable on a plane. "Helena, are you okay? Do you want to switch seats?"
Helena looked at Myka, "Could we? Please?"
"Of course." Helena never said please, not like that. Myka stood up, blocking the aisle, as Helena scooted over. A woman came up the aisle in a hurry and gave an angry huff at Myka in her way. Myka shot her a glance that made the woman's eyes go wide. If the pilot himself had to wait, Helena could have all the time she needed to get comfortable. Myka kept her gaze on the line of people starting to form in the aisle until she felt a gentle tug on her jacket. Helena looked up at her with an appreciative, though slightly sheepish, expression. Myka stepped over HG. Helena raised her eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly at Myka's ass directly at eye level. She'd have to let Myka know how much she enjoyed it later. Much later. When they were in London and not in this bloody aircraft. This tiny, cramped aircraft. This infernal machine-
"Helena." She looked at Myka. "Is that better?"
HG let out a sigh. "A little." She squirmed again, less than before, but it was obvious.
"Helena." Myka's voice was softer, concerned. "Do you not like planes?"
"We were not meant to be off the bloody ground!" She blurted out. Several people around them turned and stared. Myka paid them no mind.
"Helena, you've flown before. You flew to London and back. You flew to Russia."
"For you. I flew to Russia for you, Myka." Myka blushed. "I didn't know what it was like when I went to London. And I had to get back to the States."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Helena looked at Myka apologetically. "I didn't want to ruin your surprise. You were so excited." She lowered her voice slightly. "And so cute."
Myka smiled at the last comment, then furrowed her brow. "You should have told me."
"I'll tell you next time, okay? Promise."
The plane started to taxi down the runway. Helena stiffened all over and gripped the armrests. Myka put her hand on Helena's. HG instantly wrapped her fingers around Myka's. She relaxed a little. Then the nose pulled up and the wheels left the ground. HG's knuckles on the armrest turned white, she grasped Myka's hand tighter. Her eyes were closed and she muttered something under her breath over and over. Myka raised HG's hand to her lips and kissed it. "You're not alone this time, Helena." She put the armrest up and pulled Helena to her, wrapping her arm around the poor woman. Helena released the other armrest and tucked her hand firmly around Myka's thigh. Myka kissed the top of Helena's head resting on her shoulder. "I'm here for you now."
"Thank you," she whispered. It wasn't long before her breathing slowed and she fell asleep, safe in Myka's arms.
They left the terminal and stepped into the London streets. Helena took a deep breath and exhaled happily. No matter how settled she would be with Myka, this was home. London. A hundred years of progress and growth couldn't bury the soul of the city. It was in her blood, this air, and it always would be. "Alright dear Myka, the game is up. Where are we going?"
Myka grinned at her and flagged down a cab. They climbed in the back and a polite young man turned in the driver's seat. "Where to?" He smiled when he saw the two women.
Myka glanced at Helena out of the corner of her eye. "H.G. Wells' house." Helena smiled smugly and Myka beamed.
"Sure thing, love. Get you there in a jiff." He pulled away from the curb. "Got a bit of a thing for the writer?"
Helena bit her lip and Myka grabbed her hand. She eyed HG and answered with a bit of a chuckle. "You could say that?"
"How 'bout you, pet?" He looked at Helena through the mirror.
She grinned that vulpine smile and replied coolly. "There is more of a kinship than you will ever know."
"Oy, a native! Welcome 'ome, dear."
Myka giggled. Helena smiled at the driver. "Thank you. It is good to be home. Despite making my life elsewhere, this lovely city will always be my home. No matter how much it changes."
"I 'ear ya. Born and bred right 'ere in London. Don't matter where I go, I always end up back 'ere."
Helena let go of Myka's hand and touched her knee, watching Myka's face. Myka's eyes went wide as Helena's hand slid slowly up her leg. Her fingers danced over the sensitive skin of Myka's inner thigh. Helena knew Myka would never give away what was being done, so she pushed further and further, trying to see how far she could go. Unbeknownst to Myka's conscious mind, she was inching her legs apart. Their eyes were locked on each other; as Helena's fingers touched home, Myka's pupils dilated and she pushed ever so slightly against her hand. "Helena." She whispered. Helena pulled her hand away and replaced it around Myka's fingers on the seat between them. The woman was a devil, Myka thought. Though, if that was her punishment for keeping secrets, she might be inclined to do it more often.
"'Ere we are, loves. One domicile of the great H.G. Wells." The cabbie looked at the building. "Looks closed. You sure you want to stop 'ere?"
"Positive." Myka paid the fare and tugged Helena out of the cab. The car pulled off, leaving the women alone.
"It does look closed, Myka."
"Like that stopped you before." Helena smirked at her. "Come on, there's still one more piece of this surprise left to show you." Myka walked up to the front door. Helena eyed the lock. Myka knocked on the door with an exaggerated motion, giving Helena a smart ass look. She gained a pinch on the bottom as a retort.
A woman answered the door. "I'm sorry ma'am, we're closed today."
"I know. I'm the one who requested it." Myka said. Helena's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, come in. And this is...?"
"My...partner, Helena."
"The trunks you asked for are in the study. Do you have any questions?"
Helena started to ask something, but Myka cut her off. "No. Thank you."
"I only ask that you lock up when you leave."
"Not a problem, ma'am."
The curator lingered in the doorway, curious. Myka wasn't about to volunteer anything and Helena had nothing to volunteer, so they all simply waited. The woman finally gave up and left.
"Alright Myka, what's the play here?"
Myka grinned at her, finally able to reveal her surprise. "We are here-HG Wells-in you your house for you to collect whatever you want."
"What?"
"This house, it's full of your things. You can take whatever you want. Bring whatever you want back to the warehouse. To make it more your home."
"Myka." Helena smiled warmly at her. "You did that for me?" She nodded. "Myka." Helena spoke in almost a whisper as she brushed her lips against Myka's.
"I didn't do it all by myself. Claudia helped a lot."
"Would you like me to thank her in the same fashion when we get home?"
Myka smiled. "No. But she might not mind. I think she has a little crush on you."
"Really?"
Myka nodded. "Pete too." Her voice dropped as her eyes drifted around the hall. "Obviously."
"Aren't you lucky then? I only want you."
Myka smiled at her. Her dark eyes shone, her full lips curled in a gentle smile at the corners. For her. This beautiful and amazing woman only wanted her. Helena would never know what that meant to her. Myka wrapped her arms around her author and held her tight. Sometimes words were overrated. Helena put her arms around Myka and smoothed her hair-that wild tangle of curls she loved so much.
"We better get going, I doubt we've much time."
Myka leaned back. "We've got all the time in the world, I asked for it to be closed all day." She brushed a lock of Helena's gorgeous hair behind her ear. "And for us to be left alone."
Helena smiled and her eyes sparkled. "Down to business then, shall we?" Myka crinkled her forehead ever so slightly. "More time for fun later." Helena winked at her. She broke from Myka and wandered into the study.
There were two large trunks in the middle of the room. Both were already addressed to the warehouse: HGW. It would be plenty of space for anything she would want to bring. Myka came into the room behind her. Helena surveyed the room, mentally categorizing each item. Her gaze fell on her companion.
Myka looked around the room, chewing on her bottom lip, arms folded across her chest. She eyes the hidden panel and glanced at the ceiling. She did not like this room-she had bad memories from this room.
Helena looked at her. Myka's expression broke her heart. She stood close in front of Myka, whose eyes were still on the ceiling. They darted from the panel, to the ceiling, to the secret nook, avoiding HG's eyes. "Myka." She said it so gently, so softly that it instantly drew Myka's eyes to her. She put a hand on Myka's cheek slowly and lightly, afraid she might pull away. "I'm sorry, Myka." Her voice was sadly sweet, the guilt and contrition audible in her quiet tone. "If I'd known..."
"It doesn't matter. It's done now. You did what you did. It doesn't matter." She fought to keep her voice unbroken and her eyes from tearing.
But Helena could see the pain in her eyes nevertheless. "It does matter, Myka. It matters because I hurt you. And for that, my dear sweet Myka, I am sorry." She watched Myka's reaction carefully. "Can you forgive me?"
Myka actually had to think about it for a minute. Helena had tricked her to save her own ass. That hurt. But she looked at her now, honestly pleading for absolution. There was a desperation in her eyes that Myka had never seen before from Helena. She needed Myka's forgiveness. "Yes." Myka told her softly. Helena smiled and she leaned forward ever so slightly, her lips twitched. She wanted to kiss Myka, but she was afraid. Myka smiled and kissed her; Helena made no advance. Myka uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around Helena. Breaking the kiss, she held HG close against her, resting her chin on Helena's shoulder.
Forgiven, not forgotten, Helena thought. She sighed against Myka's shoulder and Myka held her tighter. Helena sank into Myka-maybe it didn't matter.
As Helena nuzzled against her neck a thought crossed Myka's mind. You love her. Myka took a deep breath and looked around the room. This was no longer the room where HG had tricked and betrayed her. Now it was the room where she'd realized she was in love with Helena Grace Wells. She closed her eyes and focused on the woman in her arms, the woman she loved. Helena's breath tickled her neck. As if preternaturally aware of Myka's focus of attention, she kissed Myka's neck softly. Myka smiled. "Come on. Let's get your stuff packed up." Myka released her and started to walk away. Helena grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She took Myka's face in her hands and kissed her passionately. Myka's knees threatened to give out on her.
"Thank you." Helena finally said.
"For-" Her voice was weak. Myka cleared her throat and tried again. "For what?"
"For everything. For this, for forgiving me, for trusting me, for letting me care for you. But mostly, for caring for me."
Myka touched her hand to HG's cheek. "Helena..." She tried to find the right words, what to say. "Thank you." She pressed her lips against Helena's tenderly. Myka smiled warmly at her. "Come on." Myka took her hand and led Helena upstairs.
Helena followed Myka into the master bedroom. Myka let go of her hand and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Was this your room?"
"Yes," was the cool response she got.
"Is everything how you left it?"
Helena looked around. "For the most part." She sauntered slowly toward Myka on her perch.
"Is this your bed?"
Helena came closer, but still out of Myka's long reach. "Yes."
Myka ran her hand over the comforter. "You slept here..."
Helena came over to stand next to the bed, her leg against Myka's. "I did more than sleep." Her voice was thick. "This bed could tell such tales."
Myka looked up at her with fire in her eyes. In one smooth motion she pulled Helena onto the bed and rolled on top of her. "Let's make another." Myka kissed Helena fiercely. She pulled her jacket off and tossed it behind her and wrapped her hands around Helena's sides. Myka pulled Helena against her as she claimed HG's mouth. Myka's fingers undid the buttons of Helena's shirt as she released her lips. Helena sighed little sounds of pleasure as Myka planted scorching kisses along her neck. She gasped and let out a full moan when Myka pinched the soft white flesh between her teeth. She pulled Helena's shirt free of her jeans and was rewarded with a surprise herself; HG had discovered the blessing that was the front-clasp bra. Myka undid the catch with a flick of her wrist. Helena sighed as Myka cupped her breast. She caressed it, twirling and teasing her nipple between her fingers. Myka ran her tongue in small circles along Helena's neck and collarbone. The muttered utterances stumbling out of Helena's throat traversed the air and found their way to Myka's crotch. There was a specific kind of gratification gleaned from causing such pleasure in another. Myka ran her tongue down Helena's chest and HG arched her back to meet Myka's lips. Myka kissed her nipple before wrapping her lips around it. Helena let out a soft moan in response. Myka flicked her tongue over it and Helena twitched. She lapped and sucked, teasing Helena and soaking up every pleasurous gasp and moan, every clench of Helena's hands on her back. Myka traced circles around her nipple with her tongue. She looked up at Helena; her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her head back. Her neck was exposed and glistening. Myka smiled up at her wickedly before clamping her teeth down on the sensitive flesh.
"Myka." Helena gasped and yanked on her curls. Myka's head jerked back, but she didn't let go. She laughed and let Helena's nipple slip slowly from her teeth. Myka kissed her way back up Helena's chest and neck as she popped the buttons on Helena's jeans. As she nibbled on her ear, Myka slid her hand inside Helena's pants. She ran her fingers over unexpectedly smooth skin. "Oh," Helena moaned. "That does feel better."
"Helena." Myka exclaimed, surprised by the revelation. She explored the feeling of the warm silky skin. And the sounds such explorations solicited from her lover. "That's why you took so long this morning?"
"I told you I would remember."
Myka kissed the soft spot behind Helena's ear, her secret spot; Helena breathed a heavy sighing moan into Myka's ear. "I'm glad you did." Myka whispered. She danced her fingertips over the shaven skin.
"Oh God."
Myka slipped her fingers into Helena's wetness; she bucked against Myka's hand; Myka grinned and nipped at her lips. Helena's hips rocked in a rhythm matching Myka's fingers as they moved over her clit. She could stand Myka's assault on her lips no longer and kissed her deeply, holding her in place with a hand on the back of her neck. Myka could feel her building. Oh no you don't, I'm not done with you yet. Myka pulled her mouth from Helena's as she entered her to hear her moan, hot breath caressing her lips.
Myka rode her until she felt Helena building again. She pulled out and HG sighed in frustration. "Patience." Myka whispered before running her tongue over Helena's lips. She kissed her deeply as she pulled HG's pants down. Helena kicked her boots off and Myka dropped her jeans and panties in a pile at the foot of the bed. She traced her fingers over Helena's butt. "I love your ass." She kissed Helena's neck; HG lifted her chin, giving herself to Myka.
Helena grabbed Myka's ass with both hands, pulling her down against herself. "Likewise, I assure you."
Myka laughed as she kissed Helena's collarbone. She traced a path down Helena's chest with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She kissed down the center of Helena's stomach. "I love your abs." Myka ran her tongue over the skin and watched all the muscles flutter. She giggled an evil laugh and nibbled at the skin below Helena's navel.
"Mmm, Myka." Her stomach leapt as her breathing increased. Myka traversed the line of Helena's hip with her teeth. The most delicious noises erupted from Helena in response. Her hands were on Myka's shoulders; the lower Myka went, the harder she gripped. Myka followed the curve of Helena's pelvis inward. Helena whimpered at Myka's breath tickling her freshly liberated skin. She pressed her lips against Helena in a gentle kiss and slid her tongue between her soft folds. "Myka," Helena sighed, more gasp than speech. Her nails dug into Myka's shoulders and arched toward her as Myka's tongue touched her clit for the first time.
Myka drew slow circles around her clit. Helena's hips rose and fell in a regular rhythm. Myka ran her fingertips over Helena's body, leaving goosebumps in her wake. She licked at Helena harder, faster. HG worked her hands up to bury her fingers in Myka's curls. "Oh God, Myka. You feel so good." Each breath came as a gasp. "Mmm...God. Myka..." She sighed. Myka switched to broad strokes and was rewarded with an intense moan from Helena. She murmured a noise that was probably supposed to be 'Myka,' but it came out an unintelligible deep sigh. Helena swallowed hard. "God..." Her breaths became shallow, her moans louder, longer and more frequent. Her hips began to shake. Myka relished the growing tremble in Helena's thighs. "Oh God...Myka!" Her hips thrashed upward, she gripped at the sheet with one hand, Myka's curls with the other. Myka drank her in as she came, tasting each spasm until Helena collapsed on the bed, spent.
Myka rested her cheek against Helena's thigh. She smiled up at her as the woman caught her breath. Helena tugged gently on Myka's hair and choked out her name. Myka rose up; Helena pulled her into a deep kiss. She licked at Myka's lips, tasting herself, before welcoming Myka's tongue.
Helena pulled Myka's head back. "My God, Myka." Myka giggled and beamed at Helena. Myka leaned on her elbow next to HG and draped her arm around Helena's body, drawing small circles across her ribs. "That was a first for you?" Helena asked incredulously.
"Everything with you is new, Helena."
"That was impressive. You have a natural talent ill-spent until now." Myka turned bright red and lowered her eyes. "Don't be ashamed." Helena touched Myka's cheek; Myka looked at her. "I'm inexorably delighted and grateful to share this experience with you." She smiled at Myka. "I'm proud to be your first."
Myka stared at Helena's lips. "Sometimes I just feel... You've been with so many women. Sometimes I feel like I'm a disappointment because I don't know what I'm doing."
"Myka. Have I ever led you to believe I was anything less than perfectly contented with you?" She brushed Myka's curls behind her ear, caressing her cheek. "Myka, look at me." She brought her green eyes up to meet Helena's. "No one has made me feel like that in a long time. Even before..." Her voice trailed off, remembering how uncomfortable it made Myka to bring up her time in bronze. "You could never be a disappointment to me. Don't you even entertain such thoughts." Myka smiled nervously and Helena gently pulled her into a kiss. If Myka could only know just how enchanted Helena really was with her.
They kissed for a long time, Helena making no attempt at advancements, just savoring Myka. Myka ran her hand slowly up Helena's body to cup the back of HG's neck. Her fingers danced in the warmth of Helena's hair, playing idly with the soft tendrils at the nape of her neck. Myka rolled onto her back, pulling Helena on top of her, her jacket draping over them like a blanket. Myka ran her hand up the soft skin of Helena's thigh, tracing her fingers over the curve of Helena's butt before gripping it and pulling Helena's hips down to her. Helena brushed against Myka's jeans. The message was clear.
Helena sat up, Myka's hand around her neck fell gracefully along HG's body until it came to rest on Helena's hip. HG rolled her shoulders and her coat, shirt and bra all slid smoothly down her arms. She dropped them off the side of the bed and sat staring down at Myka. Myka looked up at the gorgeous woman whose body she held in her hands. She tugged on Helena's hips, jerking her forward. She took the hint and came down to meet Myka's lips. Myka traced her fingertips up Helena's naked body as HG's hands slipped under her shirt; Myka's stomach fluttered. Helena chuckled. Myka sat up and pulled her shirt over her head while Helena's nimble fingers undid her bra. As Myka laid back down Helena's lips moved down her neck and across her chest in a fluid motion. Her mouth found purchase around a welcoming nipple. Myka sighed and smiled as her eyes fluttered shut. Her body burned for Helena's touch. Helena's fingers danced over Myka's stomach causing the muscles to leap. She teased the waist of Myka's jeans, fingertips dipping beneath the fabric. Helena dragged her nails across Myka's stomach as she moved up to kiss her throat. Myka's body hummed. Helena tasted the warm, salty line of Myka's jaw up to her ear. HG planted her hand squarely on Myka's crotch, smiling at the heat surging through the thick fabric. Her lips brushed Myka's ear as she purred low, "Do you want me?"
Myka gripped Helena's hips tightly as she groaned out, "Yes. Please." She inhaled a shaky breath as Helena caressed her ear with her lips and her fingers started a rhythm on Myka's crotch. "Please," she sighed.
Helena took Myka's earlobe in her teeth. Myka's chest heaved with each heavy breath. Helena undid Myka's belt with sure fingers. She popped the button on Myka's jeans. Taking her time unloosing the zipper, Helena bathed in the increasing pace of Myka's heartbeat as she enveloped Myka's pulse point with her mouth. Tooth by tooth the zipper came down at an agonizing measure. And with Helena's lips and tongue and teeth on her neck, Myka was whimpering by the time it was undone.
With a final nip that made Myka yelp, Helena slid down to remove the last remnants of Myka's clothing. Myka kicked off her sneakers as Helena hooked her fingers around Myka's pants. She pulled her jeans and underwear down, letting her nails graze Myka's legs. At her feet, Helena whipped off Myka's clothes and sat smiling over her beautiful body. She brought Myka's ankle to her lips, examining the tattoo at last, between kisses. There was a date, 03-01-01 followed by a quote: 'Simply the thing I am shall make me live.' Shakespeare, good girl. Helena smiled. "Myka dear, what is the significance of this line for you?"
Myka's countenance changed. "I don't want to talk about it." She spoke sternly, the topic was off-limits.
Helena looked in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Myka. I didn't mean to upset. You don't have to tell me." She kissed the small black letters. "It's okay." Myka shifted her legs apart as Helena's hands traversed up her long limbs. Her thumbs came to rest at the apex of Myka's thighs. Helena worked her way up, kissing, licking and nibbling the inside of Myka's leg. Myka found herself wishing she were shorter so that Helena would get to her destination sooner. But Myka relished the scorching touches of Helena's mouth too much to beg her to hurry. She reached Myka's thigh and smiled when Myka let out a rough sigh. Myka's sweet scent filled Helena's nose; Myka's body was practically screaming for her. As Helena's lips neared Myka's center, Myka spread her legs, inviting Helena home. Helena planted a final kiss on Myka's thigh, the next would be tasting her. She looked up at Myka. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Myka looked at her, her emerald eyes flaming with ardor, and replied huskily. "Yes, Helena. Please. I want nothing more right now than your mouth on me."
Helena smiled the most pleasurous grin even she was capable of. She moved her lips next to Myka. Helena's breath against her made Myka squirm. It was a new sensation; one she found thrilling. Helena hovered over Myka, breathing her in. The younger woman's body seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Myka waited, Helena's warm exhales tickling her soft skin, until she thought she would explode.
Helena looked up at Myka's face, studying her expression. She wanted to remember every detail of the curve of her lips, the rouge of her cheeks, the rabbit-like crinkle of her nose, of the moment when she first got to feel Myka upon her tongue. She could see the waiting was becoming too much for Myka. Helena took a deep breath and lowered her lips to meet Myka's flesh. She wrapped her arms around Myka's legs, holding her down, and loosed her tongue.
Myka's mouth fell open, her hips bucked. She took in a shaking long gasp and moaned, "Oh my God, Helena." Myka gripped the sheet. She whimpered, "Helena," as HG's tongue slowly moved around.
Helena took her time, letting Myka soak in this new sensation. She traced lazy circles around Myka's entrance, watching her hands grip on the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Myka's lip trembled. Helena made a slow pass over Myka's clit. Her hips jerked up, but Helena kept her in place. Myka's hand shot to the back of Helena's head. She buried her fingers in the silken raven locks as Helena licked her clit. "Helena," she barely breathed. Her fingers flexed and released against Helena's scalp as her hips rose and fell to meet her welcoming tongue.
Myka fell into a rhythm as Helena circled her clit. Her gasps turned to moans to whimpers to cries of ecstasy. Helena figure-eighted her tongue over Myka. Myka pulled on Helena's hair hard as her hips rose up. "Don't...stop." Myka's head fell back and she screamed Helena's name as she climaxed. Helena grazed her tongue around Myka's clit, taking pleasure in the aftershocks of her orgasm until Myka released her grip on HG's hair.
'You're lucky I enjoy that so much, my dear Myka.'
Myka kept her eyes closed as she lie still, panting fiercely, her chest heaving. Helena rose up to lie next to her. She put her hand on Myka's chest; her heart beat like a hummingbird. Helena smiled wide. "Are you alright, darling?"
Helena's breath was musky with Myka's scent and her lips felt like warm silk as she kissed the freckle on Myka's cheek. Helena stroked the side of Myka's face gently. Myka swallowed, giving herself time to gather a few scraps of words. "That...I've never felt before."
Helena wrapped her arm around Myka's waist and rested her head on Myka's chest. She listened happily to the resonant thumping of her lover's heart as it slowed; each beat was hers and she knew it. Myka instinctively held Helena close, her hands on HG's hip. Her fingers fluttered as her hands trembled.
Myka calmed as they lay in H.G. Wells' bed. She kissed the top of Helena's head; HG snuggled closer to Myka's body. Myka reveled in the warmth. This woman, this beautiful, magic woman...she really does want me. The little voice of doubt was beaten back into its cage for good. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The light scent of Helena's hair aided in emboldening her. "Attempted suicide." Her voice was quiet.
"What, dear?"
"My tattoo. I was eighteen, in college. It was, um, rough. I just wanted to...go away. I wanted everything to just, stop. I wanted a break. I had a full bottle of my roommate's sleeping pills in my hand that night."
"What stopped you?"
"My mother. I loved her too much to do that to her. The pain of losing a child, I could never do that to her." Helena's breath caught in her throat. There was no pain more difficult to endure than the unending heartbreak of losing a child. Myka rubbed her arm gently and hissed her hair again. "Then I remembered the Shakespeare line. 'Simply the thing I am shall make me live.'"
"All's Well That Ends Well. A rather fitting title."
Myka smiled awkwardly. "I would live for myself, who I am. Strong, brave, smart, the things I am would make me live."
Helena kissed Myka's chest beneath her. "For my part, I am glad you did." She hugged Myka tight to her.
Myka held her close. She rested her chin on Helena's head, breathing in the warm scent of her hair. "No one knows that."
"Your secret is safe with me, my dear Myka."
"I know." Myka said quietly.
After a time, HG spoke. "What's the other one for? The lemniscate?"
Myka sighed. "I got that after Sam died. To remind me that death is not the end. Just the beginning of something new."
"Did it work?"
"Not for a long time."
Death is only the beginning of something new. The idea cemented itself in Helena's mind. Myka kissed the top of her head, chasing the thought away. But it merely took refuge in a dark corner deep within her.
Myka maneuvered Helena to lie on top of her, her stomach fluttered instinctively as her skin pressed against Helena's. HG looked at Myka and was pulled in for a kiss. There was still an unexpected tang to Helena's lip. It made Myka start at first, but it was her, her taste. On Helena's lips. It brought to the forefront of her mind how she came to be upon Helena's sweet full lips and a shiver ran through her body.
Helena felt it and chuckled. She ran her hands down Myka's sides to perch on the delicate curve of her hips. Helena pulled her lips from Myka's. Thrusting down, she grinded herself against Myka. Myka's pupils flared. Helena looked at her with purely wicked intent. "Would you like another go?" Her hand slipped between Myka's thighs.
"But your things."
"Just things, I did without them for over a hundred years. You're my home, Myka." Her fingers found their treasure and Helena's lips curled slowly into an impish grin. She let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt Myka. "A warm, wet, welcoming home just begging for me to," she pushed two fingers into Myka and felt her buck; Myka let out a gasp as Helena entered her. "Come inside." Helena moved her fingers slowly in and out of Myka, letting her feel every bit of the motion. Myka had her eyes closed, she bit her lip as Helena kissed her neck. Her entire focus was on Helena's fingers as they slid slowly inside her. "That feels amazing."
"Myka. Look at me." Myka opened her eyes and looked at Helena. She never ceased to be shocked by the mixture of affection, caring, protection, safety and pure seductive, predatory desire she saw in those mysteriously dark eyes. Helena captured Myka's eyes. She watched every detail of Myka's sweet face as she carefully slid a third finger inside her. Myka's eyes went wide, her mouth opened as she took in a gasp, her chin tilted up, but she kept her eyes locked with Helena's. Her hips pressed hard against HG's hand, pushing her deep inside her. Myka loosed such a moan of pleasure that a tremor passed through Helena. She sped her pace to match Myka's writhing hips. Myka pulled Helena down for a scorching kiss as she reached her hand between Helena's legs. Myka felt a moan on her lips as her fingers glided over Helena's clit. HG jerked at the touch before settling into Myka's hand.
Myka panted into Helena's ear as HG kissed at her neck. Helena's moans vibrated Myka's skin. She slowed her hand when she felt Myka building. As Helena hung on the precipice she pressed deep into Myka and curled her fingers. She seized Myka's lips as they came together. Their tongues mingled as their climactic moans merged. They fell limp, Helena nuzzled against Myka's neck, kissing her thundering pulse point. She placed her hand on Myka's stomach, feeling each quavering intake of breath. "Helena..." Myka murmured.
"Yes, Myka?"
Myka touched her hand to Helena's cheek and pulled tight against her body. Helena sighed against Myka's neck. She kissed Myka's palm and settled around her long curves.
They lie still in the afterglow, calming slowly. Helena's breath became steadier as she began to drift off to sleep. "Helena." Myka called her name softly. "Helena, we should get dressed."
"Do we have to? I so like you being naked."
Myka blushed and smiled. "It's mutual, but we have to gather up your things."
Helena kissed the soft spot under Myka's jaw. "But I'd much rather lie in bed with you."
Myka cleared her throat to bring her attention back. "Helena, I'm cold."
HG chuckled. "Alright, darling." Helena rolled off Myka and pushed off the bed. Myka watched her strut around the room collecting their clothes while she sat on the edge of the bed. Helena brought Myka her clothes. Myka smiled at her. She wrapped her hand Helena's leg as she took her clothes. Myka gently pulled HG closer to her. She kissed Helena's stomach. HG smiled down at Myka and stroked her wild mess of curls. She could have stood there forever with Myka's cheek against her stomach. But while the touch heated her skin, Myka's hand on the back of her thigh was actually quite frigid. "Get dressed my dear Myka."
Myka pulled on her jacket and watched Helena slip on her boots. They were magnificent boots. Myka wrinkled her forehead and pursed her lips. "How do those counteract the cavorite?" HG looked up at her with a grin and merely winked. Myka scrunched up her nose. Helena laughed; Myka was so adorable when frustrated. "Are you sure there isn't anything here you want to bring home?"
Helena walked over to Myka and straightened her curls a bit. "Perhaps a few things." A shadow passed over her face and sadness crept into her fierce eyes. "I'd like to see Christina's room."
Myka took Helena's hand in hers and entwined their fingers, squeezing gently. "Lead the way."
Myka had stayed mostly quiet while Helena went through her house. HG was being understandably reticent herself and had taken a long time to let go of Myka's hand. Myka packed the last book Helena had chosen to bring with her. She kneeled beside Helena, who stroked the hair and smoothed the dress of what had once been her daughter's doll. "It was her favorite." Helena said quietly. "She had named her Darla. She loved to have tea parties with her." Helena placed the doll in the trunk.
Myka tucked Helena's hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She rubbed Helena's back before pulling her in for a hug. "I'm sorry, Helena." Helena's strength finally faltered and she began to cry. Safe in Myka's arms, she cried for all she had lost. Her Christina, her family, her friends, her misdeeds, her entire world. Myka stroked her hair and held her without a word.
Helena stopped crying and caught her breath. She became aware that she was now in Myka's lap and holding her quite tightly. She wiped her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Myka. I don't know what came over me." She tried to get up, but Myka held her in place.
"I's okay." Myka's voice was soft and sweet and it made Helena smiled ever so slightly. Myka brushed the wetness from HG's cheek with her thumb. "Never apologize for your tears, Helena. They are not a sign of weakness. Just the opposite." Myka touched her lips to HG's cheek. "You've been through a lot, Helena. A fucking lot. You've endured unimaginable things, Helena. You are allowed to cry about it." Myka pulled HG against her, hugging her close. She released her. "Helena, look at me." HG raised her eyes from her lap to look at Myka. She was almost overwhelmed by the care and concern she saw in Myka's eyes. "Are you okay?" Helena nodded. Myka cupped her cheek. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Myka. Thank you."
Myka brushed her lips over Helena's. "You're welcome."
Helena was slow to leave the warm comfort of Myka's lap, but she eventually got up. "What time is our flight home?"
"Eleven forty."
Helena checked the clock on what was once her desk. "We have time for a pleasant lunch. I don't know about you, but I'm a bit peckish."
Myka smiled at her. "Except that it's dinner time here."
"Whatever."
Myka laughed. "You've been spending too much time with Claudia."
"Rubbish. I'm merely expanding my vocabulary to include the popular vernacular. As a proper wordsmith, it is my duty."
Myka pulled Helena into an embrace and kissed her. "You're amazing."
Helena looked at Myka, her shining eyes and glowing smile. She was radiant. Helena smiled gently. "No, tu es mira, mea cara Myka." Myka blushed and lowered her eyes. "It's true, Myka. You are the most amazing woman I have ever had the privilege of knowing." Helena cupped Myka's cheek; Myka leaned her head against HG's hand. "You astound me every day, my dear Myka."
"The great H.G. Wells finds me astounding?" Myka looked up at Helena and saw no jest in her sparkling eyes.
"In everything you do, Myka." Myka smiled as Helena kissed her.
It was meant to be an innocent kiss, but passion overtook them and their tongues met and mingled. Before either realized, Myka's hands were on Helena's ass and HG's fingers teased Myka's breasts. Eventually Myka pulled back. "We need to go eat." Her voice was hoarse.
"Again already, darling? Well, if you insist?" Helena began to undo her pants.
Myka looked at her quizzically before she understood. Her face went red. "Helena!"
HG grinned wickedly. "Just teasing, dear." She buttoned her pants back up. Myka bit her lip nervously. "Oh my dear Myka. I was only joking." Her expression changed from sweet and endearing to impish. "What happens later tonight, I make no promises about." She kissed Myka on the lips. "Come, my darling, let's get something to eat. I'm sure you worked up quite the appetite." She winked at Myka as she took her hand.
Claudia typed away at her computer in the living room, working on a homework assignment. Artie came into the room with a huff. "Where is everyone?"
Pete wandered in from the kitchen, sandwich in hand. "I'm here."
"Where's Myka?"
"She's with HG."
Artie grunted. "Fine. Claudia, you go with Pete to Savannah. You've got Stonewall's spurs to track down." Artie dropped a file on the coffee table; the loud smack it made caused Claudia to jump. He continued off for the warehouse.
"What do they do?" Claudia called after him.
"It's in the file." Artie growled.
Claudia grimaced. "Jeez. He's even grumpier than usual now."
Pete sat on the couch next to Claudia. "It's because of HG. He doesn't like her."
"Ya think?" Pete picked up the file and read over the dossier. Claudia eyed him sideways. "What do you think about her?"
"HG?" Claudia nodded. "I don't know." He squinted, uncomfortable. "There's something...off about her. I don't trust her."
"Myka trusts her though. Isn't that enough?"
"Not with her."
"She saved my life, Pete. She saved Artie's life. That doesn't mean anything?"
"Alright. I still don't completely trust her though."
"You seemed to be getting along at breakfast."
Pete smiled. "I didn't say I didn't like her. She certainly liked me in London." He made a smoochie face at Claudia.
"Okay, ew. And lucky for Kelly, HG isn't interested in you."
Pete pouted. "Hey."
Claudia rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you show her the croissant thing she will be."
Pete grinned. "Seventeen. I can get seventeen in my mouth."
"I know." Claudia closed the computer. "So what do these spurs do?"
Artie entered his office like a tempest, grumbling to himself. "Hello, Artie." Leena greeted him calmly. He grumbled louder and waved her off. She watched him storm about angrily.
"...that woman..."
Leena closed the book in her hands. She walked over and sat next to Artie at his desk. "Artie, we need to talk."
"About what?" He barked.
"Wells."
"I don't want to talk about that woman!"
"Artie." She said his name quietly, but sternly. He calmed. "Whether you like it or not, she is here to stay. You need to get used to her being here."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"I do not trust that woman."
"Do you trust Myka?"
"That's silly, of course I do."
"Do you trust that Myka makes good choices? That her heart is always in the right place?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then you trust that she made the right decision about HG?" Artie made an angry face. "If you can't trust HG, at least trust Myka."
"I will never trust that villainous woman."
"Try to be nice to her, Artie. For Myka. Trust Myka. Artie," she waited for him to look at her. "Do this for Myka. She needs it."
Artie was quiet a long time, but Leena was patient. Finally he responded, "I will try. For Myka."
Myka and Helena returned home late in the evening. Tucked under the tree on the side of the bed and breakfast, safe under the blanket of darkness in the car, Helena took Myka's hand in hers and brought it to her lips. "Today meant a lot to me, Myka. Thank you."
Myka blushed at the gesture and smiled at Helena's hand clasping hers tightly. "You're welcome, Helena. I just wish it wasn't going to take two to three weeks to get your things here." Myka squeezed HG's hand and sighed quietly. She was exhausted from spending most of the day on a plane, and this was the last moment of true freedom she would have with Helena. Myka raised her girlfriend's hand to her lips and placed a long, lingering kiss against it. "Come on."
Helena smirked, "Once more unto the breach, dear friend."
"Something like that." Myka squeezed Helena's hand and let go as she opened the car door.
It was quiet inside, everyone winding down for bed. The soft sound of clicking keys filtered from the dining room. Myka could tell from the speed that it was Claudia. She peeked around the doorframe to see the young woman sitting at the table, headphones on and bobbing her head slightly to the music. She was surrounded by books and papers, typing up a paper for class. Myka grinned at her and turned to Helena, who smiled brightly and rubbed her arm approvingly. School fit her.
"Oh!" Pete's voice reverberated through the downstairs. "Take that! Yeah!" He was clearly watching sports.
"Oh good, you're home." Myka turned to greet Artie with a weary smile. Helena put on her best face. "Good evening Myka," he looked at Helena and flashed the fastest, weakest smile a human was capable of. "Helena." She raised her eyebrows in shock. Artie pushed his glasses up and continued without pause. "I called customs, spoke to a woman about some things regarding-it doesn't matter. Your things should be here in a few days."
The great H. G. Wells was speechless. "Uh, w-" She took a breath. "Thank you, Artie. I very much appreciate it."
Artie huffed. "I didn't do it for you." He glanced sideways at Myka.
A hint of disappointment fell over Helena's face. "Well, I appreciate it nevertheless."
He grumbled a "You're welcome" under his breath and quickly shuffled down the hall.
The two women looked at each other blankly. "That was..." Myka began.
"Odd," Helena finished. "And the work of a woman with surety."
"Do you think Leena could have said something?"
Helena shrugged. "What other explanation is there?"
Several possibilities flashed through Myka's mind. "I'd rather not think about it."
Leena came around the corner, headed upstairs with fresh sheets. "Hello," she smiled.
"Thank you. Whatever you did or said to him, thank you." Myka told her.
Leena smiled warmly. "It was nothing, but you're welcome." She climbed the stairs. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you're interested."
"Oh spectacular, I'm famished." Helena made off for the kitchen.