No Need to Call Love...
Title: No Need to Call Love, Come.
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox Smoulder is madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made.
Pairing: Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: MA - NC-17.
Spoilers: None really if you have seen WH13 and know HG exists you are good ☺
A/N For all my tweeps, and peeps at MAG, you are all very special and thank you. I’m very glad to have met you all ☺ … Not as well thought out as some of my work, but I hope you like it anyway.
RB Sometimes I see people more with my heart than with my eyes.. "Baby you're a firework, c'mon let your colors ... ♫ http://blip.fm/~11tyae
Myka sidled up behind Helena quietly and leaned over, “What are you working on?” She asked, letting her breath tickle the fine hairs next to Helena’s ear. Helena’s frustration finally broke like a wave over her. The dark side, the side she hid behind the easy going demeanor roiled to the surface.
She turned and stood, fixing Myka with a look that would liquefy glass. “Myka,” She said breathlessly, “I won’t control myself if you continue doing that. I will press you against those shelves and kiss you. I will take your curls in my hand and nip at your neck, your ear, and along the skin exposed down to where your shirt is fastened until-you-are-begging-me to go further. Is that what you want?”
Myka was surprised, but not entirely, she knew deep down she had been teasing the other woman mercilessly and yet giving her mixed signals. Now she was melting under the heat of Helena’s gaze. She licked her lips and swallowed as her mouth went dry. She did want that.
Helena strode forward into Myka’s personal space, the dark haired woman was shorter but Myka was still cowed. “I asked you a question Myka,” Helena purred, her eyes softening. Myka felt as if the other woman was stealing her oxygen. Her heart thumped as Helena neared her. They hadn’t stood so close face-to-face since that Coach’s office weeks ago. Helena leaned forward and repeated her question into Myka’s lips, her voice so low and soft Myka could barely hear it despite their proximity, “Is-that-what-you-want?”
The air around them seemed charged. Myka only resisted a moment, then, before she could even finish her nod, Helena’s lips crashed against hers. Myka gasped into those soft lips and she felt Helena’s body press her back the two steps to the rack behind them. They both leaned into the other hard, keeping each other upright, feeling soft curves shift and strong muscle flex.
Helena’s thigh spread Myka’s knees apart and pressed into her center. Myka’s hips bucked against Helena unbidden. Helena’s hand was in her hair, her lips left Myka’s mouth and tasted every exposed bit of skin they could find all the way down to where Myka’s shirt was buttoned.
“Please,” Myka heard herself whisper, “Please take it off.”
Her body trembled as Helena released each button slowly. Then Helena looked back up, deep into Myka’s eyes. They were alone, everyone was off on their different projects. Helena raised her hand and trickled her fingertips down Myka’s torso from her collarbone to her belt. Myka bit her lower lip and mewled.
Helena thought she knew the answer, but she still needed to ask, “Are you sure?” Hoping against hope Myka wouldn’t succumb to a sudden attack of nerves.
“Please,” Myka whispered again, leaning back in for another desperate kiss. Helena nipped her bottom lip and pulled away. Her hands reached up and pressed on both sides of Myka’s chest, then traveled over her shoulders, taking the shirt with them and letting it drop down Myka’s arms. Following another arc they ended back on Myka’s breasts, kneading the tender flesh with her palms through the satin of Myka’s bra. Myka pressed against her, her body screaming to be touched more. Helena’s lips obliged Myka’s unspoken desire and roamed down her neck, over her shoulders, and across her stomach.
Each kiss, each touch was followed by a nibble, or a lick and by the time Helena made her way back up to her mouth Myka’s skin felt overheated and her knees were weak. Helena kissed her lips more gently this time, but more deeply too. Myka moaned as her tongue passed Helena’s lips, tasting the woman before her for the first time. Her hands moved down Helena’s back and took hold of the smaller woman’s butt pulling them together harder still.
“We should - take this somewhere,” Myka panted against Helena’s mouth.
“Perhaps a bed?” Helena pulled away a fraction and looked into Myka’s eyes.
Myka nodded, her need finally overpowering all the rational thought responsible for the mixed signals. That she wanted to have sex with a co-worker and with a woman (which was uncommon for her) didn’t matter, because it was Helena, and Helena had taken her breath away from the moment they met.
The woman herself took a step back and grasped Myka’s hand as it slid across her side. Leaning over she picked up Myka’s shirt and handed it to her saying, “Let us go then.”
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As Myka drove she got more and more nervous, but tried not to show it. She thought she was doing pretty well until Helena reached over and put her hand on Myka’s thigh. She jumped and the SUV swerved into the oncoming lane.
Righting the vehicle and thankful there were no other cars on the road, she heard Helena chuckle and felt her begin to remove her hand. Myka took a breath and covered the hand with her own, holding it in place for a second, then moving it back to center.
Helena’s hand was warm through the fabric of her jeans. Breathing deeply and slowly to still her racing heart, Myka got them back to the B&B safely.
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As soon as they passed through the door Myka pounced. Already she had missed the taste of Helena’s lips though the drive had only taken them 15 minutes at most.
“Stairs,” Helena mumbled.
“Yes stairs,” Myka gasped back.
Myka took Helena’s hand and charged up the stairs. Helena’s feet barely hit the steps as Myka pulled her along. At the top each woman went in opposite directions toward her own room. Their arms pulled tight and snapped them back together. Myka giggled as they spun around each other. Helena took control of the momentum and hit the wall with a sound thump on her own backside, holding Myka firmly against her. When their lips met, Myka could feel how hard Helena was breathing, and when she left the woman’s lips to devour her neck, she felt Helena’s pulse racing to the rhythm of her own.
Helena reached over, turned the doorknob to Myka’s room and dragged Myka inside.
Clothes began to be shed before the door completely closed. Myka thought she might have heard a ripping sound as she pulled Helena’s shirt over her head, but didn’t really care. By the time they made it across the room to the bed they were already reveling in the feel of each other’s skin. Myka was wrapped leg and arms around Helena’s hips and shoulders, holding the woman close, nibbling on the same ear that had started this boiling over of desire.
“Myka,” Helena breathed.
“Mmmm?” Myka hummed.
“Bed.” Helena ordered.
Myka untangled herself, turned, grabbed a handful of sheets and comforter, and flipped the bedding to the end of the bed. As she was bent over Helena took her and pressed her down to the mattress with her own body, then straddled her butt and gave it a slap. Myka squeaked, and felt a hand soothe the spot then travel up her side. As Helena leaned over, Myka felt the brush of the small patch of hair between Helena’s legs on her own rear. Myka moaned and tried to turn over only to feel two palms press her shoulders back down.
Myka resisted until Helena’s lips were at her ear whispering, “For weeks now you’ve brushed against me.” Helena thrust her hips slowly and Myka’s breath shuddered, “You’ve crept up behind me and spoken into my ear, the action at once both startling and enticing.” Myka felt the weight of Helena’s breasts rest on either side of her spine. Helena continued, “And then you have then ducked your head and walked away, leaving me breathless, watching your perfect ass retreat, leaving me nothing but my own devices and the thought of you. All that time alone Myka, touching myself, thinking about the things I want to do to you.”
Myka turned her head, and her eyes widened at the thought of what Helena was insinuating. The idea of this powerful, sensuous woman touching herself and thinking of her made the younger woman bite her lip. She hadn’t thought about the possibility that she could have so much power of her own. Suddenly Helena’s weight and touch were gone and Myka turned over, looking for the other woman.
Helena sat on the edge of the bed and when Myka turned, she trailed her fingers down Myka’s thigh. “It’s your turn,” said Helena darkly. Myka looked at her, her mind a total blank, then a smile crept across Helena’s face as she watched realization dawn in Myka’s eyes.
“Touch myself?” Myka said a little hoarsely.
“Mmm,” Helena made herself comfortable as she lay down against the other woman and said, “Fair is fair,” before licking a single fingertip and running it over Myka’s nipple.
Myka squeezed her eyes shut, her mind working. Helena being so close and yet only giving her the slightest touch wasn’t enough when she wanted more. “Helena, I know I was unclear with you, but…” She cut herself off when Helena pinched the little bud under her fingers. When she got her breath back she pleaded, “But please Helena… I need you.” She rolled atop the other woman, “I need your touch, I need your taste…” She reached down and pressed a finger into Helena’s folds, feeling how wet she was. Helena groaned and her lips parted as Myka brought the finger back to her own mouth. “And you need me too.” Myka closed her eyes and ground her wet center against Helena’s thigh. “No more games, no more uncertainty…Helena, please.”
Helena sat up and took Myka’s face between her palms. Her eyes were lit by an inner fire, “That will not be the last time you beg me tonight.”
Myka smiled and bit her lip again, “I don’t doubt it.”
Helena pushed her back down to the sheets and kissed her soundly, her tongue flicking over Myka’s lips. Myka pulled the smaller woman down against her, reveling in the feel of Helena’s skin sliding against her own as Helena herself moved down to Myka’s breasts. Nibbling one and toying with the other with her free hand, Helena delighted in the little breaths and squeaks she brought out of Myka.
Moving back up Helena kissed Myka’s lips then reversed course and kissed her way down across Myka’s chest and abdomen. It was all Helena could do to hold back. She’d wanted this, to know Myka, to taste her and make her come since they’d met. She dipped down and spread Myka’s thighs wider and let out an exhale of desire that was cut off as her mouth reached Myka’s center. Helena pressed into her so hard Myka’s hips shifted and she cried out. Helena backed off but Myka reached down and pressed Helena back against herself.
When Helena complied with more pressure, Myka let out another cry and a low throaty growl. By sliding two fingers inside the younger woman Helena made Myka growl louder. The elder woman moved slow and steady against her partner, and waited.
“Helena,” Myka breathed, “Please.”
Helena flicked her tongue over Myka’s clit more rapidly, listening to her moans get steadily louder. She twisted and curled her fingers inside and increased her pace. Myka’s hips rose to meet each thrust and Helena could hear Myka's voice rebounding off the walls. “No need to call love,” she said, looking back up into Myka’s eyes, “come.”
Myka’s body let go at the sound of Helena’s voice. She whined, her body arced, and muscles tensed. Adrenaline burned through her veins and she gasped for air. Finally, feeling boneless, Myka opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling as Helena made her way back up her body, still kissing and tasting.
Helena had already made her feel loved in so many ways with her caring consideration, friendship, trusting her with her secrets, and accepting Myka’s silliness and flaws as part of who she is. Now they had one more way to show each other how much the other means to her…
When Helena got back to Myka’s lips the kiss was soft and gentle. Myka wrapped Helena up with one arm and pulled a blanket over them with the other.
“Don’t fall asleep now,” Myka chided as Helena snuggled against her neck.
“Oh no love,” Myka felt the smile on Helena’s lips against her cheek, “We are only getting started.”
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox Smoulder is madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made.
Pairing: Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: MA - NC-17.
Spoilers: None really if you have seen WH13 and know HG exists you are good ☺
A/N For all my tweeps, and peeps at MAG, you are all very special and thank you. I’m very glad to have met you all ☺ … Not as well thought out as some of my work, but I hope you like it anyway.
RB Sometimes I see people more with my heart than with my eyes.. "Baby you're a firework, c'mon let your colors ... ♫ http://blip.fm/~11tyae
Myka sidled up behind Helena quietly and leaned over, “What are you working on?” She asked, letting her breath tickle the fine hairs next to Helena’s ear. Helena’s frustration finally broke like a wave over her. The dark side, the side she hid behind the easy going demeanor roiled to the surface.
She turned and stood, fixing Myka with a look that would liquefy glass. “Myka,” She said breathlessly, “I won’t control myself if you continue doing that. I will press you against those shelves and kiss you. I will take your curls in my hand and nip at your neck, your ear, and along the skin exposed down to where your shirt is fastened until-you-are-begging-me to go further. Is that what you want?”
Myka was surprised, but not entirely, she knew deep down she had been teasing the other woman mercilessly and yet giving her mixed signals. Now she was melting under the heat of Helena’s gaze. She licked her lips and swallowed as her mouth went dry. She did want that.
Helena strode forward into Myka’s personal space, the dark haired woman was shorter but Myka was still cowed. “I asked you a question Myka,” Helena purred, her eyes softening. Myka felt as if the other woman was stealing her oxygen. Her heart thumped as Helena neared her. They hadn’t stood so close face-to-face since that Coach’s office weeks ago. Helena leaned forward and repeated her question into Myka’s lips, her voice so low and soft Myka could barely hear it despite their proximity, “Is-that-what-you-want?”
The air around them seemed charged. Myka only resisted a moment, then, before she could even finish her nod, Helena’s lips crashed against hers. Myka gasped into those soft lips and she felt Helena’s body press her back the two steps to the rack behind them. They both leaned into the other hard, keeping each other upright, feeling soft curves shift and strong muscle flex.
Helena’s thigh spread Myka’s knees apart and pressed into her center. Myka’s hips bucked against Helena unbidden. Helena’s hand was in her hair, her lips left Myka’s mouth and tasted every exposed bit of skin they could find all the way down to where Myka’s shirt was buttoned.
“Please,” Myka heard herself whisper, “Please take it off.”
Her body trembled as Helena released each button slowly. Then Helena looked back up, deep into Myka’s eyes. They were alone, everyone was off on their different projects. Helena raised her hand and trickled her fingertips down Myka’s torso from her collarbone to her belt. Myka bit her lower lip and mewled.
Helena thought she knew the answer, but she still needed to ask, “Are you sure?” Hoping against hope Myka wouldn’t succumb to a sudden attack of nerves.
“Please,” Myka whispered again, leaning back in for another desperate kiss. Helena nipped her bottom lip and pulled away. Her hands reached up and pressed on both sides of Myka’s chest, then traveled over her shoulders, taking the shirt with them and letting it drop down Myka’s arms. Following another arc they ended back on Myka’s breasts, kneading the tender flesh with her palms through the satin of Myka’s bra. Myka pressed against her, her body screaming to be touched more. Helena’s lips obliged Myka’s unspoken desire and roamed down her neck, over her shoulders, and across her stomach.
Each kiss, each touch was followed by a nibble, or a lick and by the time Helena made her way back up to her mouth Myka’s skin felt overheated and her knees were weak. Helena kissed her lips more gently this time, but more deeply too. Myka moaned as her tongue passed Helena’s lips, tasting the woman before her for the first time. Her hands moved down Helena’s back and took hold of the smaller woman’s butt pulling them together harder still.
“We should - take this somewhere,” Myka panted against Helena’s mouth.
“Perhaps a bed?” Helena pulled away a fraction and looked into Myka’s eyes.
Myka nodded, her need finally overpowering all the rational thought responsible for the mixed signals. That she wanted to have sex with a co-worker and with a woman (which was uncommon for her) didn’t matter, because it was Helena, and Helena had taken her breath away from the moment they met.
The woman herself took a step back and grasped Myka’s hand as it slid across her side. Leaning over she picked up Myka’s shirt and handed it to her saying, “Let us go then.”
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As Myka drove she got more and more nervous, but tried not to show it. She thought she was doing pretty well until Helena reached over and put her hand on Myka’s thigh. She jumped and the SUV swerved into the oncoming lane.
Righting the vehicle and thankful there were no other cars on the road, she heard Helena chuckle and felt her begin to remove her hand. Myka took a breath and covered the hand with her own, holding it in place for a second, then moving it back to center.
Helena’s hand was warm through the fabric of her jeans. Breathing deeply and slowly to still her racing heart, Myka got them back to the B&B safely.
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As soon as they passed through the door Myka pounced. Already she had missed the taste of Helena’s lips though the drive had only taken them 15 minutes at most.
“Stairs,” Helena mumbled.
“Yes stairs,” Myka gasped back.
Myka took Helena’s hand and charged up the stairs. Helena’s feet barely hit the steps as Myka pulled her along. At the top each woman went in opposite directions toward her own room. Their arms pulled tight and snapped them back together. Myka giggled as they spun around each other. Helena took control of the momentum and hit the wall with a sound thump on her own backside, holding Myka firmly against her. When their lips met, Myka could feel how hard Helena was breathing, and when she left the woman’s lips to devour her neck, she felt Helena’s pulse racing to the rhythm of her own.
Helena reached over, turned the doorknob to Myka’s room and dragged Myka inside.
Clothes began to be shed before the door completely closed. Myka thought she might have heard a ripping sound as she pulled Helena’s shirt over her head, but didn’t really care. By the time they made it across the room to the bed they were already reveling in the feel of each other’s skin. Myka was wrapped leg and arms around Helena’s hips and shoulders, holding the woman close, nibbling on the same ear that had started this boiling over of desire.
“Myka,” Helena breathed.
“Mmmm?” Myka hummed.
“Bed.” Helena ordered.
Myka untangled herself, turned, grabbed a handful of sheets and comforter, and flipped the bedding to the end of the bed. As she was bent over Helena took her and pressed her down to the mattress with her own body, then straddled her butt and gave it a slap. Myka squeaked, and felt a hand soothe the spot then travel up her side. As Helena leaned over, Myka felt the brush of the small patch of hair between Helena’s legs on her own rear. Myka moaned and tried to turn over only to feel two palms press her shoulders back down.
Myka resisted until Helena’s lips were at her ear whispering, “For weeks now you’ve brushed against me.” Helena thrust her hips slowly and Myka’s breath shuddered, “You’ve crept up behind me and spoken into my ear, the action at once both startling and enticing.” Myka felt the weight of Helena’s breasts rest on either side of her spine. Helena continued, “And then you have then ducked your head and walked away, leaving me breathless, watching your perfect ass retreat, leaving me nothing but my own devices and the thought of you. All that time alone Myka, touching myself, thinking about the things I want to do to you.”
Myka turned her head, and her eyes widened at the thought of what Helena was insinuating. The idea of this powerful, sensuous woman touching herself and thinking of her made the younger woman bite her lip. She hadn’t thought about the possibility that she could have so much power of her own. Suddenly Helena’s weight and touch were gone and Myka turned over, looking for the other woman.
Helena sat on the edge of the bed and when Myka turned, she trailed her fingers down Myka’s thigh. “It’s your turn,” said Helena darkly. Myka looked at her, her mind a total blank, then a smile crept across Helena’s face as she watched realization dawn in Myka’s eyes.
“Touch myself?” Myka said a little hoarsely.
“Mmm,” Helena made herself comfortable as she lay down against the other woman and said, “Fair is fair,” before licking a single fingertip and running it over Myka’s nipple.
Myka squeezed her eyes shut, her mind working. Helena being so close and yet only giving her the slightest touch wasn’t enough when she wanted more. “Helena, I know I was unclear with you, but…” She cut herself off when Helena pinched the little bud under her fingers. When she got her breath back she pleaded, “But please Helena… I need you.” She rolled atop the other woman, “I need your touch, I need your taste…” She reached down and pressed a finger into Helena’s folds, feeling how wet she was. Helena groaned and her lips parted as Myka brought the finger back to her own mouth. “And you need me too.” Myka closed her eyes and ground her wet center against Helena’s thigh. “No more games, no more uncertainty…Helena, please.”
Helena sat up and took Myka’s face between her palms. Her eyes were lit by an inner fire, “That will not be the last time you beg me tonight.”
Myka smiled and bit her lip again, “I don’t doubt it.”
Helena pushed her back down to the sheets and kissed her soundly, her tongue flicking over Myka’s lips. Myka pulled the smaller woman down against her, reveling in the feel of Helena’s skin sliding against her own as Helena herself moved down to Myka’s breasts. Nibbling one and toying with the other with her free hand, Helena delighted in the little breaths and squeaks she brought out of Myka.
Moving back up Helena kissed Myka’s lips then reversed course and kissed her way down across Myka’s chest and abdomen. It was all Helena could do to hold back. She’d wanted this, to know Myka, to taste her and make her come since they’d met. She dipped down and spread Myka’s thighs wider and let out an exhale of desire that was cut off as her mouth reached Myka’s center. Helena pressed into her so hard Myka’s hips shifted and she cried out. Helena backed off but Myka reached down and pressed Helena back against herself.
When Helena complied with more pressure, Myka let out another cry and a low throaty growl. By sliding two fingers inside the younger woman Helena made Myka growl louder. The elder woman moved slow and steady against her partner, and waited.
“Helena,” Myka breathed, “Please.”
Helena flicked her tongue over Myka’s clit more rapidly, listening to her moans get steadily louder. She twisted and curled her fingers inside and increased her pace. Myka’s hips rose to meet each thrust and Helena could hear Myka's voice rebounding off the walls. “No need to call love,” she said, looking back up into Myka’s eyes, “come.”
Myka’s body let go at the sound of Helena’s voice. She whined, her body arced, and muscles tensed. Adrenaline burned through her veins and she gasped for air. Finally, feeling boneless, Myka opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling as Helena made her way back up her body, still kissing and tasting.
Helena had already made her feel loved in so many ways with her caring consideration, friendship, trusting her with her secrets, and accepting Myka’s silliness and flaws as part of who she is. Now they had one more way to show each other how much the other means to her…
When Helena got back to Myka’s lips the kiss was soft and gentle. Myka wrapped Helena up with one arm and pulled a blanket over them with the other.
“Don’t fall asleep now,” Myka chided as Helena snuggled against her neck.
“Oh no love,” Myka felt the smile on Helena’s lips against her cheek, “We are only getting started.”