A Helena/Myka Drabble
yes is a world
Fewthistle
Warehouse 13
Myka/Helena
Words: 116 (almost a true drabble. Must work on that)
Rating: R
A/N: For corchen , for too many reasons to list.
Funny, really. She’s aware of what everyone thinks, sees the knowing looks, hears the puerile whispers as they climb the stairs together, Myka’s fingers loosely tangled with her own. She knows what they imagine: bodies slick with sweat, hands skimming along satin skin, fingers slipping into silken folds. Some nights, that’s true. Not as often as they believe. Most nights are like this one: Myka in soft flannel pajamas festooned with bright green frogs, curled into Helena’s side, one long leg thrown over hers, one slender arm tucked around Helena’s waist, one smooth cheek resting in the gentle curve of Helena’s neck. Funny, because these are the nights for which she would willingly trade her soul.
Fewthistle
Warehouse 13
Myka/Helena
Words: 116 (almost a true drabble. Must work on that)
Rating: R
A/N: For corchen , for too many reasons to list.
Funny, really. She’s aware of what everyone thinks, sees the knowing looks, hears the puerile whispers as they climb the stairs together, Myka’s fingers loosely tangled with her own. She knows what they imagine: bodies slick with sweat, hands skimming along satin skin, fingers slipping into silken folds. Some nights, that’s true. Not as often as they believe. Most nights are like this one: Myka in soft flannel pajamas festooned with bright green frogs, curled into Helena’s side, one long leg thrown over hers, one slender arm tucked around Helena’s waist, one smooth cheek resting in the gentle curve of Helena’s neck. Funny, because these are the nights for which she would willingly trade her soul.