Sins of the Flesh 1/?
Title: Sins of the Flesh 1/?
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Wordcount: 2092
Rating: M/NC17
Pairing(s): Myka/H.G.
Warning(s): Major Femslashage going on. If you don't like …. You know how it goes. For the rest of you: it's not forced, but it's definitely not by their own doing.
A/N: So, I tried to work some plot in here, but who are we kidding? It's a glorified excuse to write lots of smutty *I hope* goodness. This was originally going to be a one shot, but majorly got the better of me. So, if the breaks seem a bit forced I apologize.
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"Uh, guys?" Claudia said, walking into Myka's room carrying her laptop, "I think I know what's wrong with her." She visibly gulped and sat down on the floor cross-legged. "Okay, so we may have a bit of a problem." She shot the room an apologetic look and continued, "First, you'll be kind of happy to know we were wrong, she's not in pain."
"What do you mean she's not in pain?" Pete interrupted, gesturing towards the bed. "Look at her. If that's not pain, what the hell do you call it?" He hadn't meant to snap, but it was obvious that something was definitely wrong with his partner. She hadn't come down that morning for breakfast and when he'd come to check on her, he had found her lying in bed moaning. She had been tossing and turning ever since, unable to focus on anything, and barely able to string together more than a few words.
Helena bit her lip, not certain how she felt about what Claudia would say next. She brushed a piece of stray hair away from Myka's face and heard the frustrated moan that followed. There were things she was sure she was seeing that the others were overlooking. Whether it was ignorance or the fact that they didn't want to consider it a possibility, she wasn't sure.
The first thing she had noticed about Myka's predicament was that her eyes were practically black with relentless desire. Her normally enchanting playfulness was gone, instead was a woman drowning in her own emotions. Myka was conscious, bit it was obvious that she was having a very hard time staying alert.
"Well," Claudia said, trying to decide how best to word it. "I haven't quite narrowed down what it was specifically that she touched, I mean Myka's always so careful, but we were unpacking artifacts that belonged to a group of Roman Nobles. Myka was asking me about one particular piece. I think it might have something to do with," she waved in Myka's direction as she spoke, "this. It was a small container, like what they used to keep opium in." She hesitated, not really wanting to go into elaborate detail on the rest.
"Opium?" Pete asked, grinning. "Go Mykes. I always knew there was a wild child lurking in there." He grinned over at his partner, totally avoiding how serious the situation was. Pete was not completely unphased by the situation, but giving into the panic would help no one. So instead, he joked and deflected, dealing the best he could.
"Yeah, it was commonly used as ancient painkillers, but I'm pretty sure it had its recreational uses. I mean if this is the artifact, I don't think the painkiller bit is what's working on Myka. Recreational drug use is, minus the whole danger and bad for you part, all about letting go of your inhibitions, giving into your true desires. All that kind of fascination and curiosity mixed up with some good ol' artifacty magic and I think this is it. So, there's just the small problem. From what I can tell neutralizing it isn't going to be enough. Everything we dealt with yesterday is already in the clear, so if that were the case she'd be better."
"Claudia," Artie said, drawing out her name in a creepy way that she was sure meant if she did not get to the point, she would be in worse shape than Myka. "If neutralizing it isn't enough, what do we need to do? What is wrong with her?"
The deadly glare from Artie was all she needed to blurt out, "It's not pain, it's…. a, um, a heightened state of arousal. She's basically being put up against facing whatever it is she normally represses." She nodded confidently giving them a a moment to process. From the shock on their faces they needed it. Well everyone seemed shocked except Helena. Somehow, that didn't surprise Claudia. She had noticed that Helena constantly watched over Myka, much like a protective lioness watching her cubs.
Pete looked at Claudia for a moment trying to figure out if she was messing with them. Looking back to Myka, his eyes widened. Flipping his gaze between the tangency and the explanation his brain went into overload. "Whoa," he said, grinning at the thought of Myka in heat.
"Dude, there's more," Claudia growled, trying to stay focused on the information they needed. "I'm not positive, but from what I can tell, basically the artifact gets you all worked up and if that's not taken care of the intensity just keeps building until you pretty much go bonkers. I don't know why this artifact seems to be only tapping into sexual desires, but I'm guessing the situation that stirred up this things go-go-gadgety power would explain more."
Helena's glance shot up from Myka to Claudia, "How do we fix it?" The idea of Myka being in that kind of agony didn't settle with her. She knew all about fighting emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Be it grief or passion it did not matter. Myka was fighting a battle that would, exactly as Claudia predicted, eventually overwhelm her.
"Well, the person affected, needs to experience and come to terms with their deepest desires," Claudia said, taking refuge in the facts. She wasn't a total prude about sex and usually didn't have an issue talking about it. But this, this was like sitting down with your parents for the talk. She heard Pete make a strangled noise and rolled her eyes. Having the talk with your annoying pervy brother there to crack jokes, she mentally amended.
"Her deepest desires?" Pete asked, smirking as he glanced at the writhing woman. On most days, if someone asked him, he would say that Myka was like a sister to him. However, he was a red-blooded-American-male and his mind was reeling with the possibilities of what Myka's fantasies involved.
"Pete," Helena snapped, "I know you really can't help it, having the attention of a hormonal teenage boy, but you did hear the rest of that right? If we don't take care of this we could lose her." She knew the whole thing was a bit unnerving. She would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that the erotic noises slipping past Myka's lips every few minutes weren't affecting her. That didn't mean that they had time to focus on anything other than reversing this somehow.
Claudia nodded silently. She glanced at Myka and could see the looks of anguish washing over her features. The woman was conscious, but was too distracted to be paying much attention to them.
"Alright, you're right. I'm sorry," Pete said, smoldering out any thoughts he had been close to breaching. This was Myka his partner and friend. "So, if she just needs to live out one of her fantasies can't she take care of this herself? You know just imagine it?"
Claudia shook her head, "If it were that easy I'm pretty sure she would have taken care of it herself by now." She bit her lip nervously and watched Artie pacing looking like he was going to explode. This was not a comfortable situation for any of them to be in.
"Alright, well someone's going to have to take care of this," Artie finally growled. Artie prided himself on handling the most challenging of situations with little panic and lots of action. This time, things were different. Pacing the room nervously, he couldn't even seem to find a starting point. The words had stumbled through his lips, but he wasn't quite sure what to make of them. Obviously, this was not something Myka could conquer on her own.
Helena cleared her throat and lifted her eyes to meet his, "I know you don't trust me, but I think I should." Before he could protest, she held up a hand, "I'm only thinking of Myka. I think it would be less humiliating for her. Claudia can stay if it helps ease your mind, make sure I'm not taking advantage. It's no secret that I've had many lovers and I'm in a better position to help her without getting distracted by my own needs."
Artie stopped to consider what she was saying, not just saying, pleading. Helena was pleading with him to let her save Myka. He looked from one woman to the other and knew that as much as he didn't like it, what she was saying was making sense.
"I just want to help Artie, the faster we can get started and get through this the faster things can start going back to normal. Besides, you all are her family. If she is going to feel violated by anyone, it should not be the people she trusts. You all are Myka's life; I will not risk ruining that. "She lowered her head, knowing that what she said was true. Myka had believed in her far more than any of the rest of them did, but their bond was hardly the same as what Myka shared with the others.
Artie finally nodded, "Fine. I don't like it, but you have several valid points. Claudia," he said sternly pointing to her, "You make sure things are necessary. Don't let her ... Well you know. Just what's necessary to get this nightmare over with, okay?" Claudia's face was beat red, but she nodded knowing there was no way Artie would leave Helena alone with a vulnerable Myka.
"You're wrong though, she does trust you. I don't know why, but she does. Don't betray that," Artie said, then quickly left the room. Pete gave the girls an encouraging nod and then followed behind him.
Helena studied Myka for a moment as the others left. "I'm sorry Myka, but if you're going to hate anyone it shouldn't be them," She squeezed the woman's hand and Myka looked over to her and locked eyes. "Please," she whimpered with need. Helena nodded, understanding that Myka was in a desperate state.
"Okay Claudia, I need your help." At the panicked look on the girls face, she smiled reassuringly. "Nothing like that darling, I need you to check and see if Myka has, um, anything that you would use to," her voice lingered off and Claudia's eyes lit up. "Yup on it," she said, knowing exactly what she was looking for.
Helena started to get up only to be stopped, as Myka clutched onto her arm. Looking down she could see the struggle in her friend's eyes. There was something Myka wanted to tell her. "Tell me. I'm not here to judge Myka," she promised, softly. She cupped the woman's cheek encouragingly.
Myka nodded, biting her bottom lip painfully. "Right side, under the mattress," Myka explained, nuzzling softly against Helena's hands. She could see the distress in Helena's eyes and somehow needed to get across that she trusted her.
Gently pulling away, Helena moved to the opposite side of the bed and slid her hand in the crevice between mattress and box spring. "Got it, Claudia," she called, as she pulled not one, but two small contraptions from their hiding spot. She couldn't resist the playful smirk that crossed her features or the arched eyebrow aimed in Myka's direction.
Myka had definitely surprised her, but the look on the younger woman's face was more than enough to snap her back to the moment at hand. Now was not the time to tease or linger on this unexpected tidbit of information. Helena had a good idea of what she was holding, but she wanted to be certain. She shot Claudia a questioning glance to be sure.
The younger woman's hands shoved into her back pockets and she rocked on her heals. "Right, okay umm...external….internal…." she said sheepishly, pointing to each of the toys in turn.
She had been as surprised as H.G. that Myka not only had toys but that there was two of them. They weren't anything crazy or extreme, just the basics. The red vibrator was only about six inches long and the other just looked like any generic clit stimulator. Suddenly it dawned on Claudia that she was analyzing her friend's sex toys. Clearing her throat, she nervously shuffled wishing she were anywhere else.
Helena looked down at the tools in her hands and realized she was trembling. Silently cursing herself, she tried not to think about how desperately she wished these were very different circumstances. "God help me," she murmured, her fingers covering her mouth briefly. She had to get a grip.
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Part 2
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Wordcount: 2092
Rating: M/NC17
Pairing(s): Myka/H.G.
Warning(s): Major Femslashage going on. If you don't like …. You know how it goes. For the rest of you: it's not forced, but it's definitely not by their own doing.
A/N: So, I tried to work some plot in here, but who are we kidding? It's a glorified excuse to write lots of smutty *I hope* goodness. This was originally going to be a one shot, but majorly got the better of me. So, if the breaks seem a bit forced I apologize.
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"Uh, guys?" Claudia said, walking into Myka's room carrying her laptop, "I think I know what's wrong with her." She visibly gulped and sat down on the floor cross-legged. "Okay, so we may have a bit of a problem." She shot the room an apologetic look and continued, "First, you'll be kind of happy to know we were wrong, she's not in pain."
"What do you mean she's not in pain?" Pete interrupted, gesturing towards the bed. "Look at her. If that's not pain, what the hell do you call it?" He hadn't meant to snap, but it was obvious that something was definitely wrong with his partner. She hadn't come down that morning for breakfast and when he'd come to check on her, he had found her lying in bed moaning. She had been tossing and turning ever since, unable to focus on anything, and barely able to string together more than a few words.
Helena bit her lip, not certain how she felt about what Claudia would say next. She brushed a piece of stray hair away from Myka's face and heard the frustrated moan that followed. There were things she was sure she was seeing that the others were overlooking. Whether it was ignorance or the fact that they didn't want to consider it a possibility, she wasn't sure.
The first thing she had noticed about Myka's predicament was that her eyes were practically black with relentless desire. Her normally enchanting playfulness was gone, instead was a woman drowning in her own emotions. Myka was conscious, bit it was obvious that she was having a very hard time staying alert.
"Well," Claudia said, trying to decide how best to word it. "I haven't quite narrowed down what it was specifically that she touched, I mean Myka's always so careful, but we were unpacking artifacts that belonged to a group of Roman Nobles. Myka was asking me about one particular piece. I think it might have something to do with," she waved in Myka's direction as she spoke, "this. It was a small container, like what they used to keep opium in." She hesitated, not really wanting to go into elaborate detail on the rest.
"Opium?" Pete asked, grinning. "Go Mykes. I always knew there was a wild child lurking in there." He grinned over at his partner, totally avoiding how serious the situation was. Pete was not completely unphased by the situation, but giving into the panic would help no one. So instead, he joked and deflected, dealing the best he could.
"Yeah, it was commonly used as ancient painkillers, but I'm pretty sure it had its recreational uses. I mean if this is the artifact, I don't think the painkiller bit is what's working on Myka. Recreational drug use is, minus the whole danger and bad for you part, all about letting go of your inhibitions, giving into your true desires. All that kind of fascination and curiosity mixed up with some good ol' artifacty magic and I think this is it. So, there's just the small problem. From what I can tell neutralizing it isn't going to be enough. Everything we dealt with yesterday is already in the clear, so if that were the case she'd be better."
"Claudia," Artie said, drawing out her name in a creepy way that she was sure meant if she did not get to the point, she would be in worse shape than Myka. "If neutralizing it isn't enough, what do we need to do? What is wrong with her?"
The deadly glare from Artie was all she needed to blurt out, "It's not pain, it's…. a, um, a heightened state of arousal. She's basically being put up against facing whatever it is she normally represses." She nodded confidently giving them a a moment to process. From the shock on their faces they needed it. Well everyone seemed shocked except Helena. Somehow, that didn't surprise Claudia. She had noticed that Helena constantly watched over Myka, much like a protective lioness watching her cubs.
Pete looked at Claudia for a moment trying to figure out if she was messing with them. Looking back to Myka, his eyes widened. Flipping his gaze between the tangency and the explanation his brain went into overload. "Whoa," he said, grinning at the thought of Myka in heat.
"Dude, there's more," Claudia growled, trying to stay focused on the information they needed. "I'm not positive, but from what I can tell, basically the artifact gets you all worked up and if that's not taken care of the intensity just keeps building until you pretty much go bonkers. I don't know why this artifact seems to be only tapping into sexual desires, but I'm guessing the situation that stirred up this things go-go-gadgety power would explain more."
Helena's glance shot up from Myka to Claudia, "How do we fix it?" The idea of Myka being in that kind of agony didn't settle with her. She knew all about fighting emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. Be it grief or passion it did not matter. Myka was fighting a battle that would, exactly as Claudia predicted, eventually overwhelm her.
"Well, the person affected, needs to experience and come to terms with their deepest desires," Claudia said, taking refuge in the facts. She wasn't a total prude about sex and usually didn't have an issue talking about it. But this, this was like sitting down with your parents for the talk. She heard Pete make a strangled noise and rolled her eyes. Having the talk with your annoying pervy brother there to crack jokes, she mentally amended.
"Her deepest desires?" Pete asked, smirking as he glanced at the writhing woman. On most days, if someone asked him, he would say that Myka was like a sister to him. However, he was a red-blooded-American-male and his mind was reeling with the possibilities of what Myka's fantasies involved.
"Pete," Helena snapped, "I know you really can't help it, having the attention of a hormonal teenage boy, but you did hear the rest of that right? If we don't take care of this we could lose her." She knew the whole thing was a bit unnerving. She would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that the erotic noises slipping past Myka's lips every few minutes weren't affecting her. That didn't mean that they had time to focus on anything other than reversing this somehow.
Claudia nodded silently. She glanced at Myka and could see the looks of anguish washing over her features. The woman was conscious, but was too distracted to be paying much attention to them.
"Alright, you're right. I'm sorry," Pete said, smoldering out any thoughts he had been close to breaching. This was Myka his partner and friend. "So, if she just needs to live out one of her fantasies can't she take care of this herself? You know just imagine it?"
Claudia shook her head, "If it were that easy I'm pretty sure she would have taken care of it herself by now." She bit her lip nervously and watched Artie pacing looking like he was going to explode. This was not a comfortable situation for any of them to be in.
"Alright, well someone's going to have to take care of this," Artie finally growled. Artie prided himself on handling the most challenging of situations with little panic and lots of action. This time, things were different. Pacing the room nervously, he couldn't even seem to find a starting point. The words had stumbled through his lips, but he wasn't quite sure what to make of them. Obviously, this was not something Myka could conquer on her own.
Helena cleared her throat and lifted her eyes to meet his, "I know you don't trust me, but I think I should." Before he could protest, she held up a hand, "I'm only thinking of Myka. I think it would be less humiliating for her. Claudia can stay if it helps ease your mind, make sure I'm not taking advantage. It's no secret that I've had many lovers and I'm in a better position to help her without getting distracted by my own needs."
Artie stopped to consider what she was saying, not just saying, pleading. Helena was pleading with him to let her save Myka. He looked from one woman to the other and knew that as much as he didn't like it, what she was saying was making sense.
"I just want to help Artie, the faster we can get started and get through this the faster things can start going back to normal. Besides, you all are her family. If she is going to feel violated by anyone, it should not be the people she trusts. You all are Myka's life; I will not risk ruining that. "She lowered her head, knowing that what she said was true. Myka had believed in her far more than any of the rest of them did, but their bond was hardly the same as what Myka shared with the others.
Artie finally nodded, "Fine. I don't like it, but you have several valid points. Claudia," he said sternly pointing to her, "You make sure things are necessary. Don't let her ... Well you know. Just what's necessary to get this nightmare over with, okay?" Claudia's face was beat red, but she nodded knowing there was no way Artie would leave Helena alone with a vulnerable Myka.
"You're wrong though, she does trust you. I don't know why, but she does. Don't betray that," Artie said, then quickly left the room. Pete gave the girls an encouraging nod and then followed behind him.
Helena studied Myka for a moment as the others left. "I'm sorry Myka, but if you're going to hate anyone it shouldn't be them," She squeezed the woman's hand and Myka looked over to her and locked eyes. "Please," she whimpered with need. Helena nodded, understanding that Myka was in a desperate state.
"Okay Claudia, I need your help." At the panicked look on the girls face, she smiled reassuringly. "Nothing like that darling, I need you to check and see if Myka has, um, anything that you would use to," her voice lingered off and Claudia's eyes lit up. "Yup on it," she said, knowing exactly what she was looking for.
Helena started to get up only to be stopped, as Myka clutched onto her arm. Looking down she could see the struggle in her friend's eyes. There was something Myka wanted to tell her. "Tell me. I'm not here to judge Myka," she promised, softly. She cupped the woman's cheek encouragingly.
Myka nodded, biting her bottom lip painfully. "Right side, under the mattress," Myka explained, nuzzling softly against Helena's hands. She could see the distress in Helena's eyes and somehow needed to get across that she trusted her.
Gently pulling away, Helena moved to the opposite side of the bed and slid her hand in the crevice between mattress and box spring. "Got it, Claudia," she called, as she pulled not one, but two small contraptions from their hiding spot. She couldn't resist the playful smirk that crossed her features or the arched eyebrow aimed in Myka's direction.
Myka had definitely surprised her, but the look on the younger woman's face was more than enough to snap her back to the moment at hand. Now was not the time to tease or linger on this unexpected tidbit of information. Helena had a good idea of what she was holding, but she wanted to be certain. She shot Claudia a questioning glance to be sure.
The younger woman's hands shoved into her back pockets and she rocked on her heals. "Right, okay umm...external….internal…." she said sheepishly, pointing to each of the toys in turn.
She had been as surprised as H.G. that Myka not only had toys but that there was two of them. They weren't anything crazy or extreme, just the basics. The red vibrator was only about six inches long and the other just looked like any generic clit stimulator. Suddenly it dawned on Claudia that she was analyzing her friend's sex toys. Clearing her throat, she nervously shuffled wishing she were anywhere else.
Helena looked down at the tools in her hands and realized she was trembling. Silently cursing herself, she tried not to think about how desperately she wished these were very different circumstances. "God help me," she murmured, her fingers covering her mouth briefly. She had to get a grip.
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Part 2