Understanding 2/2
Title: Understanding 2/2
Author: jess801
Rating: PG-13/M
Characters/Pairings: Claudia/Myka
Spoiler warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wouldn't mind having them as Christmas presents.
A/N: Right now this is it, there might be a follow up, or it might turn into a multi-chapter fic, I'm undecided. If you have opinions on the matter let me know.
Summary: Myka has a late night visitor, but things aren't exactly as they seem.
Claudia's not in hell. But it seems awfully close. Because minutes or hours later, she's not really sure, but she's standing in the hallway looking at Myka's closed door. All she wants is to be on the other side of that door, but somewhere along the line her plan went either horribly wrong or horribly right and she's never been so unsure of anything in her life.
And maybe she's just stuck in a form of purgatory, because beyond Myka's whispered confession, no words are ever said about what happened that night. But there are looks that pass between the two, and Myka can't help but think dirty thoughts at the way Claudia's hips move when she's doing a little dance to celebrate something. And Claudia can't help but think about the way Myka's lips taste or the way her skin felt beneath her finger tips.
So later, when Claudia is laying in her bed at the B&B and unable to move for the next week, resulting from another incident on the list of things Mrs. Frederic can't know about, she'll blame it all on Myka. Because maybe if Myka hadn't been wearing those pants that hugged her curves so tightly, or that shirt that offered the sneakiest of hints of the cleavage that was hidden beneath, Claudia wouldn't have been so distracted.
And if Claudia hadn't been so distracted then maybe she wouldn't have fallen off that ladder, and maybe she wouldn't have ended up with a face full of … well whatever it was, because really when you get a face full of something in the Warehouse you really don't want to know too many of the details. But either way, Claudia is still stuck in her bed with almost no strength and the most annoying case of blindness.
If they didn't know the whole thing was temporary then Claudia might have been in an extra special form of hell. But they all knew it was temporary, so while Artie still stopped in to lecture and yell at her, he wasn't hovering every thirty seconds. And while Leena made Claudia's favorite cookies, she still spent her time around the B&B and the warehouse like normal. And Pete was mostly too distracted by playing with the dangerous artifacts to do much more than stop by Claudia's room in the evening and tell her his newest stories. And Claudia was bored out of her mind, and just a little bit heart broken. Because Myka, the beautiful and the sinfully delicious Myka who occupied Claudia's every thought, well Myka never came to see Claudia.
Claudia should be sleeping, in fact, Claudia had been sleeping, but this little voice wouldn't let her, this voice that's continuously whispering in her ear, it must belong to the hand that's holding hers. And there was another hand, pushing hair away from her face and a pair of lips pressed against her forehead and all this time Claudia never moved, it was a new plan.
And finally, Claudia was somewhat coherent enough to understand the words, and maybe to recognize the voice,
"Don't you ever do that to me again. Watching you fall off that ladder scared the hell out of me. And none of this is going to plan Claud, and I feel like everything's broken and I'm not sure how to fix it," and Claudia knows now.
She knows the voice and she knows it's Myka holding her hand, and she knows it's Myka's lips on her forehead and Myka's voice in her ear. But Claudia doesn't speak yet, because whatever Myka is saying is important and it's the closest they've been since that night, and she really, really doesn't want Myka going anywhere.
"I've been watching you for so long, and I've been wanting you. And suddenly you were there and I couldn't stop. I wanted you, I needed you. And then…" and Myka's voice cracks a little and becomes muffled, and Claudia can feel the face buried in her shoulder. And Claudia knows. She knows Myka's crying, she knows suddenly that Myka is worried about how things ended that night, And she knows Myka worries she screwed everything up. And Claudia knows.
Despite her inability to see Claudia knows just where Myka's face is, and her hand finds Myka's cheek with surprising accuracy. And Claudia knows just what Myka needs to feel, to hear.
And Claudia is pulling Myka to her, and she finds Myka's lips with hers, kissing her softly, "You did nothing wrong," another kiss, lingering a bit, "It's not your fault," another kiss, with the addition of a slight nibble, "I love you," another kiss. And now Myka isn't crying, but pushing herself closer to Claudia and their both in bed and suddenly everything seems okay again.
Myka and Claudia were lost. All they knew was touch, smell and taste and their world was made completely of their embraces. And Claudia couldn't see Myka, but she could follow the lines of her body with her tongue. She could feel Myka's pulse speeding up beneath the surface of her skin. She could taste Myka's excitement and feel the strength of her peak wrapped around her fingers.
When Claudia and Myka wake completely entangled in each other hours later they felt as if things were finally going to plan. A plan neither had planned but there it was. Claudia could feel Myka's body against her and she could feel the love in the lips pressed against her collar bone and neck. And she knew, she knew she was truly Myka's choice when instead of going to the Warehouse with Artie and Pete, Myka curled herself up around the red-head and read her poetry.
This was the perfect plan. And Claudia, she was pretty sure she was in the best sort of heaven imaginable.