An angry wind attacked the exposed skin of the unaccompanied Secret Service Agent's neck and cheeks. Myka struggled to shield herself from this offender with the thin collar of her coat. In between the chattering of her teeth she cursed herself for being so ill prepared for such weather. A howling pierced her eardrums as the wind kicked up again and her body shuddered in response. She began to shuffle her feet in an attempt to keep the blood flowing to her limbs. She pondered the time but didn't want to risk exposing her bare hands to the ruthless wind. Instead, she ran the fingers of her right hand over the butt of the gun in her pocket. She hoped to hell the weapon was an unnecessary precaution.
There was a sudden noise behind her, akin to the snapping of a dry branch. Her head of curls whipped in the direction of the noise. She could make out the outlines of the needles of evergreen branches but mostly her eyes met infinite darkness. Shivering again, she curled her hand around the base of her weapon. Her alert ears caught a rustling sound and her head snapped in that direction. Her green eyes met more darkness. A familiar voice cut through the whipping wind, her whole body jolting forward as her bones rattled.
"Were you followed?" She turned her gaze more gradually this time in the direction where she heard the first snap. Darkness.
Myka hesitated only for a moment thinking back to her journey to the clearing. She had waited until the bed and breakfast was long silent. She was careful to cover her tracks. There was no way she was followed. She relaxed her hold on her gun and swallowed the lump that had formed at the back of her throat. "No." She called out, her voice almost drowned by the wind.
"How can you be certain?" This time the voice sounded as if it were coming from above her and she searched in the direction of the sound.
"I know when I'm being followed." She challenged, hands on her hips.
"Oh, really? I've followed you since your arrival." If her bones had rattled before they most certainly were in danger of shooting right out of her skin when the accented voice accompanied by warm breath danced into her eardrums. She gasped.
The sound that snuck from her lips when she felt sturdy arms wrap around her midsection was somewhere between a moan and a shriek. Her heart sped up and then slowed as she leaned back into the embrace. Firm hands gripped the points of her hipbones beneath her jacket. "Darling," came the purr in her ear, "is that a tesla in your pocket or are you glad to see me?"
She grinned to herself and cleared her throat. "Gun, actually."
"I do so enjoy an armed woman." Myka's eyes fluttered shut at the pleasurable sensation of a tongue tracing the rim of her ear. She let out a pathetic whimper when the contact ended but found herself drawing in shallow breaths as the sensation continued its course down the side of her neck.
She wriggled in the arms of her captor, who remained steadfast. "I would so enjoy if you'd kiss me." She was surprised at the huskiness in her voice.
The mouth pressed against her pressure point let out a warm chuckle, sending vibrations through her neck. "Oh you would, would you?" She wasn't given a chance to answer. Her frame was spun around so quickly that the dark outlines of trees almost immediately transformed into the welcoming face of her lover. Helena. Their eyes had the briefest chance to meet before her lids shut of their own accord and she captured the full lips before her like a ravenous animal. Myka's arms encased the woman whose own arms were already firmly wrapped her body.
Eventually their kisses slowed into loving brushes, and both sets of lips broke into contented smirks. Myka pulled her face away and allowed her eyes to study the face of the smaller woman. She smiled at her swollen lips, reddened cheeks and half lidded eyes, smug in her ability to cause such reactions in the woman. She flinched as Myka lifted her cold hands to press her palms against the rosy cheeks. "You're okay," And even though the words left Myka's own lips she wasn't sure if the phrase was a statement or a question.
Helena glanced at the ground for a moment before meeting her eyes, then nodded and covered Myka's icy fingers with the warmth of her gloved hands. "And you are freezing. Come along, I've," She paused and cleared her throat, selecting her next word carefully "acquired an Escalade for the evening." She tugged Myka's hand and led her furhter into the depths of the wooded area.
"Acquired?" Myka felt her forehead crinkle.
The other woman seemed to pretend that she hadn't heard her question and continued walking. Myka lifted her boots over downed limbs and branches. Unable to make out anything but more woody shadows, she focused on the determined figure of the woman in front of her. She looked up in search of the moon. Her search was in vain. The celestial object seemed to have abandoned them for the evening. She hadn't noticed Helena stop in front of her and she glided into her back, the air from her chest releasing an "Oomph."
Helena turned her head around. "Are you quite alright, darling? My apologies, my back is not affixed with brake lights."
"S'alright." She muttered, a bit embarrassed, but keeping her body pressed against Helena's.
"Here we go." Helena placed a hand in her pocket. A moment later there was a loud beep and a click, like the sound of an electronic car lock. Bright lights quickly infiltrated Myka's eyes, forcing her to shut them.
When she opened them again she could make out the shape of a large, black SUV in the space which she would have sworn was previously empty. Smoke poured out of running vehicle's muffler. She looked quizzically at Helena who shrugged and navigated her way to the car. Myka stayed in her spot and watched as the other woman walked to the back side-by-side doors and opened them both with surprisingly little effort sucha slender woman. She hoisted herself up onto the back of the truck and sat at the edge, swinging her legs with a smirk while she waited for Myka to approach.
"I think you'll find the accommodations to your liking." She teased. Myka shook her head and uncrossed the arms over her chest before following her to the car.
She smiled at the sweet scene as she climbed inside. Helena had put little lights all over the bed of the SUV, the kind you press to activate. The entire trunk was stuffed with comfortable looking blankets. The woman really did know how to make the best of an unfortunate situation.
"You're adorable." She murmured to the dark haired woman, who had shut the back doors and was now propped against the back of them with a smirk.
"I can think of a few people who might disagree with that suggestion."
"Well, fuck them." She smiled as she maneuvered, crawling into the small space to where Helena was seated.
Helena already had her mouth open to respond but Myka cut her off. "I know you are prepared with a witty quip but I would prefer you put that sexy mouth to better use." She noticed Helena take advantage of her current positioning in order to glance down her shirt.
"I'd be happy to oblige." And she pushed herself off the door and took her lips with her own. These kisses allowed Myka to fully explore her lover's mouth. They were far less insistent than the kisses they had shared in greeting. Helena's kisses were like a thunderstorm- all impending rumbles and shattering crashes. The dark haired woman delighted in her sense of touch. Her fingertips intruded upon their kisses as she tugged upon Myka's eager lips. In the next moment they caught in her curls, pulling with a gentle ferocity. Her elegant fingers then travelled the course of her cheekbones, just barely caressing the tiny hairs on Myka's skin.
Her deft hands removed Myka's shirt before she could register the action, discarding the soft material before working her way underneath her bra to her attentive nipples. They fell backwards onto the floor of the vehicle. Myka had to bend her long legs so that her feet didn't hit the doors. When Myka moaned in response to her touch, Helena's moan always followed even when she herself wasn't being touched.
Myka could count on both hands the number of times they had met like this, the number of times Helena had made love to her. She had come to learn the habits in Helena's actions. She supposed learning a new lover's tendencies so early on would stale a relationship, but for them, it wouldn't. There were already too many uncertainties in their lives, so many circumstances beyond their control. She loved the predictability of Helena's kisses, of her powerful yet nimble hands.
As those hands made their way to her most sensitive area she thought about the terrible acts those hands had carried out- of the bombs they had artfully constructed, the lives they had taken. But these thoughts were fleeting and vanished as quickly as the gasp slipping past her lips at the feeling of those divine fingers entering her.
She kissed Helena with all the strength she could muster. And it wasn't much given the way her muscles weakened beneath the other woman's body but she knew from the moans her kisses elicited that her mustered strength was appreciated. In a less elated state she would probably think the whine she gave at losing the feel of Helena's lips to be weak but at this moment she could not bring herself to care. She bit her lip to hold back the guttural sounds which would surely escape her mouth when she felt her lover's tongue reach a very different, very welcome place.
Myka couldn't remember ever being touched like this before. Helena's fingers worked skillfully inside her as her tongue flicked along the outside bundle of nerves. This left her head floating somewhere in the clouds above them. Her teeth digging into her lip provided no barrier to the "Oh God!" she growled before coming undone under Helena's expert touch. She felt the pleasure everywhere. It started at her center before spiraling out into her extremities. She shook. And immediately Helena was there gathering her reeling body into her delicate arms. She caressed her head and whispered comforting words into her ears as she came down from her high.
When her tense muscles had relaxed she stretched her long arms over her head and moaned. "My God, how do you do that?" Helena's eyes sparkled in the minimal light provided to them in the back of the vehicle. With an arm propped under her head, the other hand flat against Myka's belly she smirked.
"Perhaps one day I shall tell you." Myka smiled back, wrapping her arms around her neck and pulling her down into a burning kiss.
"Perhaps I can do the same to you." She ran her fingers over the other woman's cheeks and watched as her eyelids fluttered closed with a small smile on her mouth.
When she opened her eyes her look had darkened. It was small change but one Myka noticed. She had the older woman's features memorized. "Next time, love." She gave a smile Myka read as forced before kissing the tip of her nose.
If it was true that she could count the number of times Helena had made love to her on both hands, the number of times she had allowed Myka to make love to her was significantly less. At first the agent had taken it personally. She soon came to understand how difficult it was for the other woman to feel- well, anything, really. More than that, she learmed how reluctant Helena was to allow herself to feel any sort of pleasure or happiness, even stripped down and vulnerable in Myka's trusted presence. Every moment they spent together Myka struggled to show the other woman that she deserved to be happy, that she didn't need to feel guilt at the indulgence of pleasure. She pulled the dark haired woman's head to her chest and stroked the silky strands. "Do you want to talk about it?" She felt the head on her chest move in a way that indicated no, she did not want to talk about it and so she let them fall into silence as her fingers travelled up and down the soft cotton of Helena's shirt.
They laid like that for a few minutes listening to the purr of the idling engine before Helena began to speak in a shaky voice. "He let me speak to her today." The Secret Service Agent wasn't quite sure what to say and so she said nothing, waiting instead for her to continue. "She sounded-" And she paused. "Well, she sounded happy." She felt her chest begin to moisten with tears. "She has no idea that-" Her speech became strangled with soundless sobs.
"Oh baby." Myka whispered burying her lips into her hair for comfort. She held Helena close as she allowed her the time to let out her sorrow and frustration. When the sobs had died down she dared to speak. "I want to help." She whispered.
Helena's voice cracked as she answered her. "I'm afraid you can't darling."
"There has to be something we can do." She spoke soothingly.
"We?" Helena's head came up revealing red eyes and tear stained cheeks. "You think your friends would help me?" She scoffed. Myka could almost see her rebuilding the walls she had worked so hard to tear down.
"I was only-" But Helena apparently wasn't going to let her speak.
"Arthur Nielsen wrote me off long ago. The Regents see me as enemy one. And as for your partner-" Her voice trailed off and she cleared her throat. Their eyes met and she must have read the hurt in Myka's eyes because she placed a hand on her cheek. "Darling, I understand your desire to help." Myka looked down. Helena placed a hand under her chin and caught her eyes. "I do. And you are wonderful for it. But this-" She traced one of Myka's eyebrows with a fingertip. "This is a level of danger which you cannot even begin to comprehend." Myka opened her mouth to protest and Helena quickly moved her finger over her lips to silence her. "This is my problem, Myka. Mine. And if something were to happen to you because of me, I-" Her voice cracked. "Please allow me to handle this on my own." Myka studied her face but didn't answer. "Please." Myka nodded in silent agreement. "Thank you." And she replaced the finger on Myka's lips with her own. The interruption of a quick beeping pulled them apart.
"I guess that means you have to go." Helena nodded solemnly and sat up as best she could in the back of the vehicle.
"If I'm gone too long he will start to wonder. I can't risk him finding out about you." She placed a hand on Myka's cheek. She nodded.
"I understand." She propped herself up on her elbows and pulled Helena's face close to hers so their noses were almost touching. "I'm going to spend every free moment worrying about you."
"And I you, darling." She agreed, clutching Myka's hand to her chest and kissing her in a solemn promise.