Disclaimer: I do not own them; if I did they would have been far better treated in the end.
Helena opened the door and instantly found herself walking backward into her own small flat. She was matched step for step by a wild head of curls and even wilder eyes. It only stopped when the free space did and her desk bit into the small of her back. "I had cancer."
Myka's hand came up, barely missing her nose as she waived Helena's mouth shut. "They got it all; I'm fine, but I wasn't. For one horrifying moment, I wasn't. And I couldn't tell Pete, I couldn't tell Artie, and then I did, and then I was fine." A backpack dropped heavily at their feet, heavy and loud in the silence of the apartment. "And I don't care; I don't think I ever did, really, but there is nothing I could genuinely care less about. I don't if you never step foot in the Warehouse again. I don't care if you never want to be an agent again. I don't care if you never want to talk about artifacts, curiosities, and goo again."
Myka reached forward and wrapped fingers in the folds of Helena's shirt, hot skin burning. "We can take a flat, buy a house on the edge of town. You could write, invent; hell, I don't care if you spend all day in your panties watching Honey Boo Boo if it makes you happy! I love you. Unreservedly, unabashedly. You make my soul burn and my heart sing. I want you with me. I don't care what we have to do to figure this out; I don't care if I have to sling you over my shoulder and drag you away kicking and screaming. You are Helena George Wells, born in Atlas House in the year 1866. You are an inventor, writer, genius, mother, sister, lover, friend, rabble rouser, and genuine pain in my ass." Myka pressed forward, her hips digging into Helena's pressing them flush knees to breasts, one warmth, one breath, one heartbeat.
"And I will not leave you in this pit of mediocrity again because you are glorious."
Helena tasted of bourbon, and salt. Grasping the curve of her ass makes her groan just slightly and nipping the tip of her tongue just a bit more so.
"I wasn't okay, and you weren't there to tell. I don't care that I'm petrified; I don't care that you think you'll hurt me, and I don't care that I'll spend the rest of our lives showing you that I'd rather be hurt a thousand times by you then survive one more second wanting. Everything you touch doesn't crumble, Helena. You make everything you touch brave enough to try, and I never want to be unokay without you again."
Helena leaned into her, making Myka hold them both, teeth wrapped around the nearest collarbone. "I always forget to put the cap on the toothpaste. I mutter in my sleep, and I'm more than certain to utterly ruin you."
"Then the fall will be grand, and I've no doubt you'll do so faster to catch me. Now, shut up and go pack while I call the movers."