M-F.F.F-H/G

Myka knocked on HG's bedroom door and opened it slowly without being invited in. She had just heard an almighty crash come from the room, and was legitimately concerned that HG had done herself some serious damage.
Thankfully she hadn't. She was sitting on the window seat looking at the book she had just tossed across the room. It was now by Myka's feet, she bent to pick it up.

"So this is what just nearly came through my bedroom wall?" she asked making her way to HG

"Sorry." HG mumbled, not looking at Myka

"It's alright. Are you okay?"

"Fine." Helena said before adding, "Bloody marvellous" under her breath

Myka placed the book on the table and sat beside HG

"We're...friends? Right?" Myka asked

"I like to think so yes."

"So, you know, friends often, uh, tell each other why they threw a perfectly good book across the room"

"I see. Well I...I was just a little frustrated and, the distraction of literature did not seem to help."

"Frustrated by what?"

Helena turned slightly pink, and cleared her throat.

"Uh, Myka, I'm not really sure we have known each other long enough, nor that we know each other quite well enough to discuss...certain matters."

Ah, Myka thought, so it was a sex thing.

"Hockey pucks!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sorry, I mean, that's the lamest excuse I've ever heard. Details. Now."

"Myka...I..." Myka stared her down, "Oh, alright. I'm...frustrated...and it's not exactly like we get time off to...fraternise, nor do I have the...contacts or acquaintances that I once did. And prospects closer to home are hardly appropriate. Peter is, well, Peter and Claudia is a child."

"I see." Myka swallowed. "And what about me?"

HG stared at her for a long moment before being able to answer.

"To be honest Myka, you never seemed particularly ready or willing to take on board my...shall we say mischievous nature."

"I see. Well, A, we call it flirting now, and B," Myka lowered her voice, "I think if you checked properly, you would find me very ready and ever so willing."

HG's jaw slackened slightly as she took in what Myka had just told her. Myka used the brief lack of control on HGs part to straddle her and kiss her neck. She ghosted fingertips over her breasts and down her sides before settling her mouth beside HGs ear.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" HG bit her lip hard to stop a moan escaping but Myka felt it vibrate through her body. HG nodded and Myka felt her own arousal surge. She had basically just been given a free pass to HG Wells' body.

Myka licked HGs pulse point and whispered,

"Are you wet, Helena?" that time, she couldn't stop the moan, and she grabbed Myka's hand to show her. Myka had other plans. She stopped HG's hand and brought it to her mouth. Myka felt HG's fingertips tremble as she kissed them before sucking two of her fingers into her mouth. She licked them tantalisingly slowly and sucked on them. Not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to prove the point that for now at least, she was in charge. When she let them go she moved her mouth back to HGs ear. Myka licked her earlobe before whispering,

"Are you very wet, Helena?" HG breathed out hard as she tried to form a response, Myka kissed her neck again before she had a chance to speak.

Myka ran her hand across Helena's still shirt clad stomach to the button of her jeans. She plied it open with ease and yanked at the zipper. She rested her fingertips on the edge of Helena's underwear and looked at Helena for a final sign of consent. Helena simply nodded at her, and Myka's hand was in.
Surrounded by warm wetness, she lightly brushed over Helena's clit before moving down. Myka pressed two fingers lightly against her, and Helena moaned loudly and bucked against Myka's hand. Myka slipped her fingers inside and watched as Helena's face contorted from anguish to bliss. Myka leaned up and kissed her neck again.

"You really were frustrated, weren't you darling?" Myka said, using Helena's own term of endearment without thinking. Helena seemed to enjoy it though, as another moan slipped from her lips and she began to clench around Myka's fingers. Myka had another idea. She slipped her fingers out of Helena – which was greeted with a frustrated groan- and pressed the thumb of her other hand to Helena's clit.

"Helena, open your eyes." She did as she was told, and was not disappointed. "Watch me." Myka instructed.

Myka sucked her fingers, coated with Helena, into her mouth, and the resulting moans that came from both the women seemed to echo throughout the entire room.

"God, Myka." Helena moaned, and Myka pressed harder with each stroke of Helena's clit.

Myka moaned again as she slowly, deliberately licked her fingers clean as she pulled them out of her mouth, and with one final flick of her clit, Helena was gone. Falling into bliss. Myka slowed her thumb but kept it moving as she leaned forward to hold Helena as she came down.

Once Helena had stopped shaking quite so much, Myka broke the silence.

"Any better?" Myka asked.

"Much," Helena breathed before laughing out loud.

Myka quickly turned her head away. She couldn't remember the last time she had heard Helena laugh. Or if she even ever had. It made her eyes well up a little and she would not bring seriousness like that down upon them right now.

The mischievous grin behind Myka's eyes returned and she looked Helena in the eyes again.

"You taste amazing." Myka breathed. Helena shuddered visibly under the weight of the words and the look of pure, predatory lust in Myka's eyes. "Come over to the bed?"

Helena breathed deep to steady herself,

"That's hardly fair now is it? You know all my little noises-"

"Not all of them." Myka interrupted, "but hopefully by the end of tonight I will."

Helena shivered and again had to steady herself before speaking.

"AND, you know what I taste like, yet I know nothing of you."

Myka understood her position, but was not about to give in completely.

"I suppose that's not entirely fair, no. But let me do one thing first?"

Helena raised her hands slightly in a show of surrender and Myka leaned in and kissed her lips. Helena couldn't help but moan at the feeling of finally kissing Myka's lips, and tasting herself on them. Their intermingled moans, once again, reverberated off the walls and Myka pulled away a little.

"Watch me." She whispered almost inaudibly to Helena, before she went back to her mouth.

Helena watched as Myka's hand slithered down her own body, in between them and then disappeared from sight. Helena moaned into Myka's mouth as she understood. Myka bit down on Helena's lip a little harder than she had intended to as she slipped her own fingers inside of her. She soothed the bite mark with her tongue as she pulled her fingers back out. She tore herself away from Helena and looked her in the eyes. Myka brought her fingers to Helena's mouth and she greedily took them. Myka moaned as Helena's tongue worked magic on them. A mixture of licking and sucking and the occasional grazing of teeth that made Myka sure that none of Helena's boasts were exaggerations. When Helena gave Myka her fingers back, she licked her lips,

"That is by far, the sweetest taste to grace my lips in all of my 146 years." She kissed Myka, and Myka could taste herself on Helena's tongue. She shivered slightly before pulling away.

"I think," She kissed Helena's neck, "that technically" she kissed the other side, "you're only 34" she kissed her lips and felt Helena smile. "Although you don't look a day over 30" she kissed her forehead, and stood up. She offered Helena a hand and helped her up.

"Your tongue is filled with silver."

"And aren't you just dying to see what else it can do?" Myka asked, voice filled with lust as she dragged Helena to the bed.