Why Not at Work?
By Felicia
Author's Note: a friend of mine encouraged me to check out Warehouse 13 so I did and enjoyed the cute byplay between Pete and Myka. As soon as Endless was over though, I could not get Myka's admonition out of my head and new a fic was brewing. Check it out and let me know what you think!
Spoilers: season 5
Pete POV
Rating: M, definitely M
She had said, "Not at work. Never at work."
Hearing those words after he had comfortably settled himself around her while the team researched the latest ping had taken him aback. Hadn't they just declared their love for each other only an hour before? It wasn't like he wanted to get naked. Well, at least not that second. The world was yet again near catastrophe. Priorities and all.
At least she had tossed him a bone (which actually didn't help his boner one bit) when she flashed that adorable Myka smile at him over her shoulder. The fact she continued to do so throughout the rest of the briefing had somewhat sopped his manhood.
Now he lay under her sprawled, naked body not merely spent but utterly wrecked. Barely able to catch his breath, he knew why she had placed that boundary. With their first kiss in the warehouse she had recognized something that he had been too stunned to notice: they were flammable.
She hadn't been kidding when she said she knew the punches were a turn-on. While they were unlikely to stray into 50 Shades territory (the thought of marring her beautiful skin turned his stomach), the exuberance and freedom with which she tackled him to the bed when they arrived at their hotel in Poughkeepsie was surprising. Given they were in town on a case, for a split second he had thought about asking, "What about the rule?" then decided who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Instead he had unceremoniously tugged off her shirt and bra in a desperate effort for skin to skin contact.
A slow smile spread across his face at the memory of their first time together. How his lips could muster the energy to move he hadn't a clue, but move they did. He could feel the slight upturn grow into a silly grin. Who would have thought? She was Mykes. He was Pete. They were partners, friends, but never during the many times he had held her had there been an inkling that more could be simmering under the surface. It had fallen to their friends, an ex-lover and an artifact to open their eyes to what was evident to everyone but themselves. Apparently blindness was a side effect to falling in love with your best friend.
Slowly Myka stirred snuggling into the crook of his arm and hooking a leg over his groin. "Ugh!" she moaned.
Pete's brow furrowed at the sound. Ugh? Not quite the reaction he was expecting from their romp.
Before he could take her to task, Myka groaned, "Did you get the name of that artifact that hit us? Or did you just bag and tag it?"
Pete scraped his fingernails down her back, mollified. "No need to bag and tag that one, babe. That's a ride I plan to experience over and over again."
Myka raised up on a elbow and shot him a questioning look. "Oh, you do, huh?" Her mock superiority would have been disconcerting had she not dissolved into a fit of giggles a moment later. When she had collected herself enough to breathe, she squeezed him and said with a contented smirk, "Well then, sign me up, too."
That was more like it. And judging by the feeling returning to his nether regions the ticket master would be handing out passes sooner rather than later.
Myka felt his stirring against her thigh and looked down. It wasn't the first time she had seen Little Pete in all his morning glory, but she was definitely surprised he was ready for action so soon after what had been a mind blowing go-round. She raised her leg to tease him with the soft skin of her inner thigh and flashed a saucy grin at Big Pete. "Looks like someone is ready for another turn on the 'Myka Coaster.'"
Pete growled and somehow summoned the energy to flip her on her back beneath him. "I'm ready to scream if you are!"
Locking her legs behind his ass, she tilted her pelvis toward him and slid her folds over his ever-hardening erection. Myka licked her lips, her eyes glittering in anticipation as she watched his pupils dilate at the sensation. "Three, two, one," she counted down before crashing her lips to his and lashing his tongue with her own.
Pete's last coherent thought was, "Not at work. Never at work." He didn't think the rest of the team could survive the fire.