The Facility - Sanctuary/WH13 Crossover - Pt 5 & 6
Title: The Facility Series - Part 5 - & Part 6
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - 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. Dr. Sierra Mawer and the Facility are mine all mine.
Pairings: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: MA - NC-17 NSFW.
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun!
A/N2: The Facility Series - Part 1 - M&M
The Facility Series - Part 2 - Exploring New Landscape
The Facility Series - Part 3 - Fire and Ice & Part 4 - Small Steps
Summary: HG is with the recovery and retrieval team going to bring more artifacts over from WH2 to WH13, Myka is doing her job as an Agent for WH13, Sierra and Helen are still at the facility getting to know each other quite well.
Part 5 - Grounded
“Dammit!” H.G. staggered to the front of the tossing plane and hit the emergency button. Purple goop sprayed over them, soaking them to the skin but also neutralizing the artifact. The plane leveled off and the engine noise went back to a steady hum.
Sam, also on his feet, considered her, “Well I guess that’s something ‘Brown’ can’t do for you,” he quipped and returned to his seat. All but two of the team looked like a bunch of terrified purple tinged wet rats, and were still buckled in their jump seats. One had reached out a hand and had frozen the item, giving H.G. the time she needed to get to the front, the other was halfway to the front on the other side of the crate.
H.G. looked at Sam and pointed at the two who had taken action, “Keep these two and send the rest back.”
Sam nodded in agreement looking resigned. Everyone on his team had survived the same training as H.G. That meant they were quick on their feet, agile and could solve expected problems. The trouble was they could not react to the unexpected fast enough and the unexpected was the only thing that ever happened on these assignments. H.G. could assess and respond faster than anyone he’d ever seen, and the other two were only a beat behind her. The rest seemed to be the stereotypical dumb jocks. They excelled at any task drilled into them but could not successfully deviate from the expected patterns.
“Hey!” Said one, “I can do anything, I was just about to…”
“But you didn’t,” H.G. said, “You saw something your mind could not comprehend happening and you froze…and not in a useful way like Jen.” The white haired girl blushed. “You can not think outside of your comfortable world view fast enough to be of any use here.”
H.G. made her way back to her jump seat and closed her eyes, gritting her back teeth so hard they creaked. Her body language unquestionably discouraged further discussion. Why they were taking this Artifact back to Warehouse 2 was beyond even her comprehension.
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Part 6 - Getting to Know You
An incessant beep invaded Sierra’s dream, immediately waking her. A weight and a warmth at her side stopped her from jumping out of bed. Shaking the cobwebs loose from her mind she remembered events earlier in the evening and smiled. Slipping away from Helen slowly she hit the alert acknowledge button to stop the beeping. Then she stood and grabbed a pair of jeans and a new black t-shirt off the pile. If she ever opted for a uniform service she’d put the place out of business she thought ruefully. Her body might repair itself, but she went through an unbelievable number of jeans and t-shirts in a week. At least black didn’t show the blood.
She heard a deep breath from the woman in her bed. “Sierra?” Helen asked.
“Yeah, it’s ok. I have to go do something for work, but I’ll be right back.” Sierra assured her.
“Wait, I’ll come with you.” She made to move, but Sierra sat on the side of the bed and cupped her cheek, then bent to kiss her gently.
“No, it’s beyond your visitor clearance anyway. Go back to sleep, this won’t take long.” She already knew who, and had a good idea of what, the situation was. She didn’t want Helen to see the carnage.
Helen’s curiosity was overridden by sleepiness and she fell back asleep almost immediately. Mawer hurried out the door and followed the guard waiting in the hall to Section 5.
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When Helen’s eyes opened again, Sierra was in the bathroom with the door open, quietly peeling her clothing off a ribbon at a time. Helen heard a quiet hiss of pain. Wrapping a sheet around herself, she got out of bed to make sure Mawer was ok. Helen knew she was, she had to be, but wanted to check anyway.
Sierra looked up when she heard Helen’s footfalls, “Wait, don’t come in the door yet.”
Helen stopped in the doorway smelling vinegar. She could see weals, like those made by cephalopod suckers, and red streaks across Sierra’s back and leg. Mawer was also wet and shivering, though Helen hadn’t heard the shower. Sierra gathered the clothing shreds and threw them down a chute in the wall. “Incinerator.” Mawer commented.
“Why haven’t your wounds healed yet?” Helen asked, flinching as Mawer turned and she saw still more marks on the woman’s side and right arm.
Mawer looked down and became self-conscious. She grabbed a robe off a hook on the door, but Helen lightly tugged at it, “That will aggravate the wounds. I won’t look if it would make you more comfortable, but you are amazingly beautiful, injured or not.”
Sierra hung the robe back up and gave Helen a tentative smile, “Thank you,” she said as she dumped the rest of a bottle of vinegar on the floor then wiped it up with another towel, which also went down the chute. “That should neutralize any chemical residue, you can come in.”
Helen entered the room and inspected the wounds without touching them asking, “What caused this?”
“It was Squidward, he wouldn’t settle down and no one could get close enough to tranquilize him. I refuse to let them taze him by electrifying the water because it’s so inexact, they could end up cooking him. So I have to get in there with him and either calm him or tranq him. Of course he knocks the snot out of me before he’ll listen and like I told you, the ink he squirts is a caustic base. It gets into my clothing and continues to burn until I take it off. I already took a shower in vinegar, but the skin had grown over the injury and fabric, which shielded the welts, and let the chemical continue burning. When that happens I have to wait until I either heal and my skin pushes the fabric out, or until I pull it out, which goes a little quicker. See,” She pointed at a fading red mark, “It’s almost healed now.”
Helen ran her fingers over the place the raw wound had been minutes before. “Why on earth would you be forced to do that more than once?” She asked.
“They do depend on me too much,” Sierra sighed, “It’s cheaper and easier to keep me around than it is to build large habitats for criminals and creatures.”
Helen brushed her lips over the place as the skin returned to its former color. “You are truly remarkable,” She said and left the room to let Sierra take a quick shower.
When Sierra returned to the bed Magnus had already decided she had had enough sleep. She began kissing and teasing down Mawer’s torso, pausing to run a finger over a thin scar just below Sierra’s breast. “Do you still get scars?” She inquired.
“No, that was the last one.”
“What happened?”
Sierra considered the question, but she had dealt in enough blood and anger for the night. “Another time.”
Helen looked searchingly into her eyes, but could see telling the story wasn’t what Sierra needed this night. She started to continue down, but Sierra reached out and tried to lead her back up. Helen captured Sierra’s hand in hers and pressed it into the mattress beside them while toying with a nipple with her other hand. She sucked hard on the soft place below Sierra’s last rib and watched the mark fade quicker than it took to make. Helen reached Sierra’s thigh and shifted it over so she could nestle between her legs. Sierra protested, “I told you it’s not necces…ah,” the air left her lungs as Helen found her center and wrapped her lips around the little bundle of nerves she found there, “Oh…” Sierra trailed off and whined.
Helen loved this. She loved listening to Sierra’s breath quicken, the small uttered nonsensical noises, and feeling the involuntary flex of muscles as she plied her tongue over her partner’s delicate folds. Even as she thought it she flicked her tongue and Sierra’s hips jumped. The best part of this, the idea that roused her even more, was Sierra would both feel Helen’s touch, and Helen’s own arousal doing so. She pushed her tongue into Sierra’s slick heat, tasting her essence and moaning. Sierra arched and grabbed a handful of sheets. “Helen,” she uttered and looked down at her with half closed eyes.
Helen caught those eyes with her own, “Can you take it?”
Sierra nodded and Helen went back to laving her tongue in circles over her clit. She teased Sierra’s opening with her fingertips and smiled when she felt the woman strain toward them.
“Please Helen,” Sierra’s begging reached her ears and Helen couldn’t tease anymore, she had to take her. She pressed two fingers into Sierra’s heat, watching her lover’s face shift. Lines of tension smoothed and Sierra’s head fell back into the pillows as her muscles bucked again. Helen pulled at Sierra’s thigh to hold her down. Setting an even rhythm with her tongue and hand she felt Sierra’s hips respond instantly. Sierra’s breaths were quick and sharp, and Helen felt the muscles around her fingers quiver when she curled them. She wrapped her lips around Sierra’s clit again and sucked hard, Sierra jerked and cried out, her inner muscles clenching tightly around Helen’s fingers. Waves of tension and release rippled through Sierra’s body. Helen paused, then eased back the pressure but didn’t stop. Drawing Sierra still higher she stroked within as her tongue traced sensitive flesh. When she came again Sierra let out a sob and stilled, panting.
Sierra had been watching with half hooded eyes trying to keep her consciousness from slipping, but when Helen curled her fingers inside her everything became thick rich swirls of lust, arousal then release. The feelings swam through her mind, and coupled with her body’s own sensation she crashed over the edge again. When her mind circled around to pick her back up she realized Helen was now kissing her way back up her body as her muscles trembled, but she was still breathing hard, so she hadn’t been gone too long. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of Helen and lovemaking as Helen wrapped her arms around her.
“You are completely unexpected,” Sierra murmured, taking Helen in her arms.
“As are you,” Helen replied.
Sierra shifted and captured Helen’s lips, feeling Helen’s desire jump as she tasted herself on them. Pulling the smaller woman on top of her, Sierra pushed her thigh between Helen’s, feeling her hot, wet center press down on her skin.
“Oh, you’re so wet,” Sierra moaned reaching forward between them and sliding her fingers inside the woman above her.
Helen bent down to kiss her, then lost her breath. Sierra flexed her thigh and thrust slow and deep, uncoiling the desire within Helen more deliberately this time. Helen watched as Sierra’s skin flushed and her breath quickened in time to her own. Feeling the hard muscle against her and those long fingers inside of her, Helen squeezed her thighs against Sierra’s and closed her eyes. Fingers brushed her nipple, then as lips and teeth joined the teasing, she moaned.
Sierra sat up and thrust harder and deeper as Helen’s muscles clenched tight around her fingers. Helen’s hips stopped rocking and she simply took each thrust. Sierra had her hand on Helen’s lower back pressing her down as her body strained for release. Helen tipped over the edge with a gentle whimper. Even as she felt her own body spasm, she felt Sierra’s body shake as well.
The hand left her gently and as she rolled over the sheets clung to her. Helen realized she was sweating as if she had run a marathon and Sierra was too. She took Sierra’s face between her palms and kissed her gently still catching her breath. Sierra still had her eyes closed.
“Look a me,” Helen whispered.
Sierra just shook her head and leaned forward, snuggling into the hollow of Helen’s neck and wrapping an arm around her. She said nothing when she felt Sierra’s muscles twitch and heard a sniff.
“You are a force of nature,” Sierra finally said kissing Helen’s collarbone.
Helen smiled and held her close, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Sierra reached up and lightly brushed her fingertips over Helen’s skin, memorizing the other woman’s texture and contours. She took a deep breath, also committing to memory the smell of Helen’s skin.
“I’d like to see you again,” Sierra whispered tentatively.
Helen wondered at and suddenly hated every person Sierra had been with before her. “You will love. You will.” She said and pulled her closer.
Sierra lay for a time after Helen drifted off and listened to her breath. People often truthfully intended to do many things, whether they followed through always remained to be seen.
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Sierra woke first, used to waking in the dark and not depending on the light of dawn to bring her to full alertness. She rose and watched Helen shift in her sleep. Sierra took a new pair of jeans and shirt off the pile and moved toward the bathroom. She heard Helen move behind her and turned to see the most beautiful stretch she’d ever seen.
“Wilt thou be gone?” Helen said as she snuggled back into the covers. She hid her face but Sierra could see the smile in her eyes. “It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me love, it was the nightingale.
Sierra tossed the clothing toward the bathroom and strode over Helen. She crept up Helen’s body and languorously kissed her. Then she countered, “It was the lark, the herald of the morn - no nightingale. Look love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night’s candles are burnt out and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.”
Helen looked up into Sierra’s eyes, “Impressive.”
Sierra rolled to the side and stretched, “Thank you, though I’ve always thought I’d be a better Mercutio. Then again, if Mercutio doesn’t die there is no play…”
“Hmm, not really a problem Shakespeare anticipated.”
“No, not really,” Sierra laughed, then grew serious, “I’m sure you have to go.”
“Yes, but I shall return…if you’ll allow it.” Helen promised.
“Of course I’ll allow it, but I know how things go. If you get too busy I’ll understand.”
“There will be no need to understand.” Helen looked her square in the face, almost huffy in her indignance, “Don’t insult me by assuming you know my own intentions better than I.”
Sierra looked down and raised her hands in surrender, “Ok, you’re coming back,” she agreed with Helen to placate her.
They showered and dressed. They breakfasted on fruit and pancakes. Then all too soon Sierra was sitting in her office again, alone, staring at her screensaver and hoping for a miracle.
The Facility Series - Part 7 - Enough is Enough
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - 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. Dr. Sierra Mawer and the Facility are mine all mine.
Pairings: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: MA - NC-17 NSFW.
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun!
A/N2: The Facility Series - Part 1 - M&M
The Facility Series - Part 2 - Exploring New Landscape
The Facility Series - Part 3 - Fire and Ice & Part 4 - Small Steps
Summary: HG is with the recovery and retrieval team going to bring more artifacts over from WH2 to WH13, Myka is doing her job as an Agent for WH13, Sierra and Helen are still at the facility getting to know each other quite well.
Part 5 - Grounded
“Dammit!” H.G. staggered to the front of the tossing plane and hit the emergency button. Purple goop sprayed over them, soaking them to the skin but also neutralizing the artifact. The plane leveled off and the engine noise went back to a steady hum.
Sam, also on his feet, considered her, “Well I guess that’s something ‘Brown’ can’t do for you,” he quipped and returned to his seat. All but two of the team looked like a bunch of terrified purple tinged wet rats, and were still buckled in their jump seats. One had reached out a hand and had frozen the item, giving H.G. the time she needed to get to the front, the other was halfway to the front on the other side of the crate.
H.G. looked at Sam and pointed at the two who had taken action, “Keep these two and send the rest back.”
Sam nodded in agreement looking resigned. Everyone on his team had survived the same training as H.G. That meant they were quick on their feet, agile and could solve expected problems. The trouble was they could not react to the unexpected fast enough and the unexpected was the only thing that ever happened on these assignments. H.G. could assess and respond faster than anyone he’d ever seen, and the other two were only a beat behind her. The rest seemed to be the stereotypical dumb jocks. They excelled at any task drilled into them but could not successfully deviate from the expected patterns.
“Hey!” Said one, “I can do anything, I was just about to…”
“But you didn’t,” H.G. said, “You saw something your mind could not comprehend happening and you froze…and not in a useful way like Jen.” The white haired girl blushed. “You can not think outside of your comfortable world view fast enough to be of any use here.”
H.G. made her way back to her jump seat and closed her eyes, gritting her back teeth so hard they creaked. Her body language unquestionably discouraged further discussion. Why they were taking this Artifact back to Warehouse 2 was beyond even her comprehension.
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Part 6 - Getting to Know You
An incessant beep invaded Sierra’s dream, immediately waking her. A weight and a warmth at her side stopped her from jumping out of bed. Shaking the cobwebs loose from her mind she remembered events earlier in the evening and smiled. Slipping away from Helen slowly she hit the alert acknowledge button to stop the beeping. Then she stood and grabbed a pair of jeans and a new black t-shirt off the pile. If she ever opted for a uniform service she’d put the place out of business she thought ruefully. Her body might repair itself, but she went through an unbelievable number of jeans and t-shirts in a week. At least black didn’t show the blood.
She heard a deep breath from the woman in her bed. “Sierra?” Helen asked.
“Yeah, it’s ok. I have to go do something for work, but I’ll be right back.” Sierra assured her.
“Wait, I’ll come with you.” She made to move, but Sierra sat on the side of the bed and cupped her cheek, then bent to kiss her gently.
“No, it’s beyond your visitor clearance anyway. Go back to sleep, this won’t take long.” She already knew who, and had a good idea of what, the situation was. She didn’t want Helen to see the carnage.
Helen’s curiosity was overridden by sleepiness and she fell back asleep almost immediately. Mawer hurried out the door and followed the guard waiting in the hall to Section 5.
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When Helen’s eyes opened again, Sierra was in the bathroom with the door open, quietly peeling her clothing off a ribbon at a time. Helen heard a quiet hiss of pain. Wrapping a sheet around herself, she got out of bed to make sure Mawer was ok. Helen knew she was, she had to be, but wanted to check anyway.
Sierra looked up when she heard Helen’s footfalls, “Wait, don’t come in the door yet.”
Helen stopped in the doorway smelling vinegar. She could see weals, like those made by cephalopod suckers, and red streaks across Sierra’s back and leg. Mawer was also wet and shivering, though Helen hadn’t heard the shower. Sierra gathered the clothing shreds and threw them down a chute in the wall. “Incinerator.” Mawer commented.
“Why haven’t your wounds healed yet?” Helen asked, flinching as Mawer turned and she saw still more marks on the woman’s side and right arm.
Mawer looked down and became self-conscious. She grabbed a robe off a hook on the door, but Helen lightly tugged at it, “That will aggravate the wounds. I won’t look if it would make you more comfortable, but you are amazingly beautiful, injured or not.”
Sierra hung the robe back up and gave Helen a tentative smile, “Thank you,” she said as she dumped the rest of a bottle of vinegar on the floor then wiped it up with another towel, which also went down the chute. “That should neutralize any chemical residue, you can come in.”
Helen entered the room and inspected the wounds without touching them asking, “What caused this?”
“It was Squidward, he wouldn’t settle down and no one could get close enough to tranquilize him. I refuse to let them taze him by electrifying the water because it’s so inexact, they could end up cooking him. So I have to get in there with him and either calm him or tranq him. Of course he knocks the snot out of me before he’ll listen and like I told you, the ink he squirts is a caustic base. It gets into my clothing and continues to burn until I take it off. I already took a shower in vinegar, but the skin had grown over the injury and fabric, which shielded the welts, and let the chemical continue burning. When that happens I have to wait until I either heal and my skin pushes the fabric out, or until I pull it out, which goes a little quicker. See,” She pointed at a fading red mark, “It’s almost healed now.”
Helen ran her fingers over the place the raw wound had been minutes before. “Why on earth would you be forced to do that more than once?” She asked.
“They do depend on me too much,” Sierra sighed, “It’s cheaper and easier to keep me around than it is to build large habitats for criminals and creatures.”
Helen brushed her lips over the place as the skin returned to its former color. “You are truly remarkable,” She said and left the room to let Sierra take a quick shower.
When Sierra returned to the bed Magnus had already decided she had had enough sleep. She began kissing and teasing down Mawer’s torso, pausing to run a finger over a thin scar just below Sierra’s breast. “Do you still get scars?” She inquired.
“No, that was the last one.”
“What happened?”
Sierra considered the question, but she had dealt in enough blood and anger for the night. “Another time.”
Helen looked searchingly into her eyes, but could see telling the story wasn’t what Sierra needed this night. She started to continue down, but Sierra reached out and tried to lead her back up. Helen captured Sierra’s hand in hers and pressed it into the mattress beside them while toying with a nipple with her other hand. She sucked hard on the soft place below Sierra’s last rib and watched the mark fade quicker than it took to make. Helen reached Sierra’s thigh and shifted it over so she could nestle between her legs. Sierra protested, “I told you it’s not necces…ah,” the air left her lungs as Helen found her center and wrapped her lips around the little bundle of nerves she found there, “Oh…” Sierra trailed off and whined.
Helen loved this. She loved listening to Sierra’s breath quicken, the small uttered nonsensical noises, and feeling the involuntary flex of muscles as she plied her tongue over her partner’s delicate folds. Even as she thought it she flicked her tongue and Sierra’s hips jumped. The best part of this, the idea that roused her even more, was Sierra would both feel Helen’s touch, and Helen’s own arousal doing so. She pushed her tongue into Sierra’s slick heat, tasting her essence and moaning. Sierra arched and grabbed a handful of sheets. “Helen,” she uttered and looked down at her with half closed eyes.
Helen caught those eyes with her own, “Can you take it?”
Sierra nodded and Helen went back to laving her tongue in circles over her clit. She teased Sierra’s opening with her fingertips and smiled when she felt the woman strain toward them.
“Please Helen,” Sierra’s begging reached her ears and Helen couldn’t tease anymore, she had to take her. She pressed two fingers into Sierra’s heat, watching her lover’s face shift. Lines of tension smoothed and Sierra’s head fell back into the pillows as her muscles bucked again. Helen pulled at Sierra’s thigh to hold her down. Setting an even rhythm with her tongue and hand she felt Sierra’s hips respond instantly. Sierra’s breaths were quick and sharp, and Helen felt the muscles around her fingers quiver when she curled them. She wrapped her lips around Sierra’s clit again and sucked hard, Sierra jerked and cried out, her inner muscles clenching tightly around Helen’s fingers. Waves of tension and release rippled through Sierra’s body. Helen paused, then eased back the pressure but didn’t stop. Drawing Sierra still higher she stroked within as her tongue traced sensitive flesh. When she came again Sierra let out a sob and stilled, panting.
Sierra had been watching with half hooded eyes trying to keep her consciousness from slipping, but when Helen curled her fingers inside her everything became thick rich swirls of lust, arousal then release. The feelings swam through her mind, and coupled with her body’s own sensation she crashed over the edge again. When her mind circled around to pick her back up she realized Helen was now kissing her way back up her body as her muscles trembled, but she was still breathing hard, so she hadn’t been gone too long. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of Helen and lovemaking as Helen wrapped her arms around her.
“You are completely unexpected,” Sierra murmured, taking Helen in her arms.
“As are you,” Helen replied.
Sierra shifted and captured Helen’s lips, feeling Helen’s desire jump as she tasted herself on them. Pulling the smaller woman on top of her, Sierra pushed her thigh between Helen’s, feeling her hot, wet center press down on her skin.
“Oh, you’re so wet,” Sierra moaned reaching forward between them and sliding her fingers inside the woman above her.
Helen bent down to kiss her, then lost her breath. Sierra flexed her thigh and thrust slow and deep, uncoiling the desire within Helen more deliberately this time. Helen watched as Sierra’s skin flushed and her breath quickened in time to her own. Feeling the hard muscle against her and those long fingers inside of her, Helen squeezed her thighs against Sierra’s and closed her eyes. Fingers brushed her nipple, then as lips and teeth joined the teasing, she moaned.
Sierra sat up and thrust harder and deeper as Helen’s muscles clenched tight around her fingers. Helen’s hips stopped rocking and she simply took each thrust. Sierra had her hand on Helen’s lower back pressing her down as her body strained for release. Helen tipped over the edge with a gentle whimper. Even as she felt her own body spasm, she felt Sierra’s body shake as well.
The hand left her gently and as she rolled over the sheets clung to her. Helen realized she was sweating as if she had run a marathon and Sierra was too. She took Sierra’s face between her palms and kissed her gently still catching her breath. Sierra still had her eyes closed.
“Look a me,” Helen whispered.
Sierra just shook her head and leaned forward, snuggling into the hollow of Helen’s neck and wrapping an arm around her. She said nothing when she felt Sierra’s muscles twitch and heard a sniff.
“You are a force of nature,” Sierra finally said kissing Helen’s collarbone.
Helen smiled and held her close, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Sierra reached up and lightly brushed her fingertips over Helen’s skin, memorizing the other woman’s texture and contours. She took a deep breath, also committing to memory the smell of Helen’s skin.
“I’d like to see you again,” Sierra whispered tentatively.
Helen wondered at and suddenly hated every person Sierra had been with before her. “You will love. You will.” She said and pulled her closer.
Sierra lay for a time after Helen drifted off and listened to her breath. People often truthfully intended to do many things, whether they followed through always remained to be seen.
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Sierra woke first, used to waking in the dark and not depending on the light of dawn to bring her to full alertness. She rose and watched Helen shift in her sleep. Sierra took a new pair of jeans and shirt off the pile and moved toward the bathroom. She heard Helen move behind her and turned to see the most beautiful stretch she’d ever seen.
“Wilt thou be gone?” Helen said as she snuggled back into the covers. She hid her face but Sierra could see the smile in her eyes. “It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me love, it was the nightingale.
Sierra tossed the clothing toward the bathroom and strode over Helen. She crept up Helen’s body and languorously kissed her. Then she countered, “It was the lark, the herald of the morn - no nightingale. Look love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night’s candles are burnt out and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.”
Helen looked up into Sierra’s eyes, “Impressive.”
Sierra rolled to the side and stretched, “Thank you, though I’ve always thought I’d be a better Mercutio. Then again, if Mercutio doesn’t die there is no play…”
“Hmm, not really a problem Shakespeare anticipated.”
“No, not really,” Sierra laughed, then grew serious, “I’m sure you have to go.”
“Yes, but I shall return…if you’ll allow it.” Helen promised.
“Of course I’ll allow it, but I know how things go. If you get too busy I’ll understand.”
“There will be no need to understand.” Helen looked her square in the face, almost huffy in her indignance, “Don’t insult me by assuming you know my own intentions better than I.”
Sierra looked down and raised her hands in surrender, “Ok, you’re coming back,” she agreed with Helen to placate her.
They showered and dressed. They breakfasted on fruit and pancakes. Then all too soon Sierra was sitting in her office again, alone, staring at her screensaver and hoping for a miracle.
The Facility Series - Part 7 - Enough is Enough