Fic: Frozen
Title: Frozen
Series: 1/1 for Porn Battle IX
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: Myka/HG
Prompt: H.G. Wells/Myka Bering, bronze, trapped
Rating: NC-17/M
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No infringement intended.
Summery: PWP, hurt/comfort; artifact retrieval at the Herakleidon Museum in Athens
She shouldn’t even be surprised that Helena speaks Greek. Pete still busy fretting about how they are going to get an artifact out of a museum in Athens, of all places, as Helena buys their tickets.
“Pete,” Myka hisses at him as Helena walks back over to them. “Quit it, you’re acting suspicious; just worry about finding the thing for now.”
“Fine,” Pete lets out a huff of air in annoyance. “I’ll wait until we’re in the middle of the museum, surrounded by guards.”
“Don’t pout, darling,” Helena hands him a ticket. “It isn’t very becoming. There was only one spot open on the tour, which is where Artie said people were being affected, so I got you on it.”
“Lucky me,” Pete mumbles.
“Myka and I,” Helena continues speaking as if she hadn’t heard him. “Will follow some distance behind.”
“Great,” Myka says with a genuine smile. She slips her arm through Helena’s and herds them towards the door.
Almost an hour later, halfway through the tour, there is yet to be any sign of the artifact and Myka has started to enjoy herself immensely. Helena is just as knowledgeable about art as she is and has a wicked sense of humor to boot. Myka is laughing as they move into the next exhibit hall and feels Helena tense up beside her.
Instantly, Myka spots the cause as she gets a clear view of the next room. She suspects they wouldn’t have this problem if it were Remington, with his soldiers and horses. But Edgar Degas’ work captures emotion as well as action. In bronze.
At the edge of a room filled with bronze figures, Helena is frozen in place; her breathing shallow and Myka recognizes the onset of a panic attack. With an arm around Helena’s waist she almost body drags the other woman into a nearby restroom.
“Helena,” Myka cups Helena’s face, trying to get her unseen eyes to focus on hers instead. “I’m right here Helena, you’re not trapped, I’m right here.”
“Myka?” Helena’s voice is strangled, her eyes still unfocused, looking past Myka rather than at her.
“That’s right,” Myka nods her head with pathetic eagerness. “You aren’t trapped. Move your arms Helena; feel yourself move.”
“I can’t!” the words emerge in a whimper and Myka’s heart breaks.
“Then feel me,” Myka’s eyes are tearing as she presses a desperate kiss to Helen’a cheek. “Feel my lips on your skin.”
She kissed lower, down Helena’s throat, willing to do anything, anything, to fix this.
Fumbling with buttons she gets Helena’s jacket open and sucks one of Helena’s breasts into her mouth through the thin silk shirt. She can feel the rasp of lace from Helena’s bra against her tongue. Helena gasps and Myka can feel her muscles tremble. Myka lets her hands go to work, undoing the catch on Helena’s pants and slipping one into her underwear.
“Feel this,” Myka says, pulling back just long enough to speak as two fingers tease Helena’s opening.
“Myka.” One of Helena’s arms move to steady herself on Myka’s shoulder as Myka enters her and Myka nearly weeps in relief. Looking up, Helena’s dark eyes looking back down at her is the loveliest thing she’s ever seen.
She catches Helena’s lips in a series of messy, open mouth kisses, knocking them back against the paper towel dispenser.
“Put your leg over my hip,” she instructs between kisses, gripping Helena’s hip with her unoccupied hand to help hold her up as Helena obeys.
The extra room lets her slip a third finger inside, stretching Helena just a little, in a way she knows the other woman enjoys. She moves slowly, letting Helena adjust before thrusting hard and fast. Helena pulls away from their kiss and teeth close on Myka’s shoulder as the other woman bites down to keep from screaming. Myka keeps up the brutal pace until Helena goes limp in her arms with a little shriek, muffled by cotton.
As Myka slides her cramping hand free, alarms go off from somewhere further in the museum.
Series: 1/1 for Porn Battle IX
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: Myka/HG
Prompt: H.G. Wells/Myka Bering, bronze, trapped
Rating: NC-17/M
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No infringement intended.
Summery: PWP, hurt/comfort; artifact retrieval at the Herakleidon Museum in Athens
She shouldn’t even be surprised that Helena speaks Greek. Pete still busy fretting about how they are going to get an artifact out of a museum in Athens, of all places, as Helena buys their tickets.
“Pete,” Myka hisses at him as Helena walks back over to them. “Quit it, you’re acting suspicious; just worry about finding the thing for now.”
“Fine,” Pete lets out a huff of air in annoyance. “I’ll wait until we’re in the middle of the museum, surrounded by guards.”
“Don’t pout, darling,” Helena hands him a ticket. “It isn’t very becoming. There was only one spot open on the tour, which is where Artie said people were being affected, so I got you on it.”
“Lucky me,” Pete mumbles.
“Myka and I,” Helena continues speaking as if she hadn’t heard him. “Will follow some distance behind.”
“Great,” Myka says with a genuine smile. She slips her arm through Helena’s and herds them towards the door.
Almost an hour later, halfway through the tour, there is yet to be any sign of the artifact and Myka has started to enjoy herself immensely. Helena is just as knowledgeable about art as she is and has a wicked sense of humor to boot. Myka is laughing as they move into the next exhibit hall and feels Helena tense up beside her.
Instantly, Myka spots the cause as she gets a clear view of the next room. She suspects they wouldn’t have this problem if it were Remington, with his soldiers and horses. But Edgar Degas’ work captures emotion as well as action. In bronze.
At the edge of a room filled with bronze figures, Helena is frozen in place; her breathing shallow and Myka recognizes the onset of a panic attack. With an arm around Helena’s waist she almost body drags the other woman into a nearby restroom.
“Helena,” Myka cups Helena’s face, trying to get her unseen eyes to focus on hers instead. “I’m right here Helena, you’re not trapped, I’m right here.”
“Myka?” Helena’s voice is strangled, her eyes still unfocused, looking past Myka rather than at her.
“That’s right,” Myka nods her head with pathetic eagerness. “You aren’t trapped. Move your arms Helena; feel yourself move.”
“I can’t!” the words emerge in a whimper and Myka’s heart breaks.
“Then feel me,” Myka’s eyes are tearing as she presses a desperate kiss to Helen’a cheek. “Feel my lips on your skin.”
She kissed lower, down Helena’s throat, willing to do anything, anything, to fix this.
Fumbling with buttons she gets Helena’s jacket open and sucks one of Helena’s breasts into her mouth through the thin silk shirt. She can feel the rasp of lace from Helena’s bra against her tongue. Helena gasps and Myka can feel her muscles tremble. Myka lets her hands go to work, undoing the catch on Helena’s pants and slipping one into her underwear.
“Feel this,” Myka says, pulling back just long enough to speak as two fingers tease Helena’s opening.
“Myka.” One of Helena’s arms move to steady herself on Myka’s shoulder as Myka enters her and Myka nearly weeps in relief. Looking up, Helena’s dark eyes looking back down at her is the loveliest thing she’s ever seen.
She catches Helena’s lips in a series of messy, open mouth kisses, knocking them back against the paper towel dispenser.
“Put your leg over my hip,” she instructs between kisses, gripping Helena’s hip with her unoccupied hand to help hold her up as Helena obeys.
The extra room lets her slip a third finger inside, stretching Helena just a little, in a way she knows the other woman enjoys. She moves slowly, letting Helena adjust before thrusting hard and fast. Helena pulls away from their kiss and teeth close on Myka’s shoulder as the other woman bites down to keep from screaming. Myka keeps up the brutal pace until Helena goes limp in her arms with a little shriek, muffled by cotton.
As Myka slides her cramping hand free, alarms go off from somewhere further in the museum.