Scorching Nights
AN: Got this idea because of the annoying heat outside. Since I'm always thinking of Warehouse 13 this just sorta happened. Was just going to do a small oneshot buuuuutwellz I just can't help myself. I expect to post a few more chapters at least. Rated M: for language and fun times.
Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 is not mine it just lives in my head sometimes. Enjoy peeps.
Chapter 1- Dropping the Ball
It is a hot, muggy night at Leena's. The living room is the officially sanctioned hang-out/camp area since Mrs. Frederic has the warehouse on official lockdown for upgrades. Only herself, Artie, and guys from a Eureka tech team are allowed inside for the next week. The air conditioning unit at the B&B had broken that morning and was fried beyond repair. HG had offered to try and fix it but Artie protested, refusing to allow either resident inventor access to the machine. Sadly air conditioning units all over town are fried and the electrician won't get to them for a few days. It is nearing midnight and the B&B is a solid 89 degrees with windows open and fans on.
Leena is in the dining room with the overhead fan turned on high (like all the fans in the building) she is wearing simple cotton shorts and matching top, a book in one hand and a handheld paper fan busy in the other.
Claudia is in her swim suit sprawled across the wooden floor behind the couch and next to her personal fan. Pete is near her leaning against the wall, sitting on his sleeping bag wearing a pair of cargo shorts and no shirt. Jinks' is next to Claudia with a small fan turned on him; like Claudia he just lay on the cool wood flooring. He snores softly, making him the only agent able to get any shuteye. Myka is lying across the couch staring at the ceiling, "Where's HG?"
Claudia groaned, "I don't know man."
Pete flops over onto his side, "She's prolly building an igloo or maybe a makeshift a.c. unit in her room."
Claudia perks up, "Oooo! You think so?!" She sits up and hope spreads across her face despite the uncomfortable way her hair clings to her.
Just as three of the agents are getting moderately excited about the prospect of cooling off they hear a loud crash from the upstairs hallway, a door open, footsteps, "Why the bloody hell must it be so scorching?!" Then they hear her shuffling about and slam her bedroom door again. Steve rolls over and sighs in his sleep.
"Nevermind," Claudia lies back down and looks at her sleeping friend, "That's right Jinksy dream of a cold, cold place." She pats him affectionately and closes her own eyes.
"Seriously guys, I think it's cooler outside." Pete closes his eyes and hopes sleep will ease the horrible muggy feeling.
Myka gets up from the couch and wonders upstairs to the dark hallway. She knocks lightly on HG's door while adjusting her small tank top and shorts. There is no answer, "HG?" She knocks again.
"Leave me. I wish to die alone," was the pitiful response.
A smile spreads across Myka's lips. She tightens her ponytail and tucks loose sticky strands behind her ears, her smile turns into a smirk when a devious thought comes to mind. She knew Helena Wells had been flirting with her for almost a year now (Myka was in denial for some time then forced to recognize it first by Claudia then by Pete and now even Leena) and it was time to use it to her advantage even it if it was for such a small thing as getting the Victorian to open her bedroom door. So, with her best seductive voice equipped she presses herself lightly against the door and all but moans out two words, "Helena. Please."
There is a moment of silence where Myka could only hear her own breathing then, suddenly, HG's door is open and she was face to face with a pair of extremely curious chocolate orbs. Her door is open just enough for Myka to see the resident, not the room. HG is only wearing one of her white short-sleeve button-up shirts that didn't leave much to the imagination the way it was clinging to her this humid night. One hand is holding the side of the door and the other on her hip. "Please, what?" She questions.
Faint light from one of HG's bedroom lamps filters into the hall enough for Myka to notice HG's faster than normal breathing and a bead of sweat rolling down her collar bone. Sometimes Myka's aptitude for detail proves to be bothersome. Equally bothersome? How much she was enjoying the sight of a disheveled, heavy breathing Helena Grace Wells. Myka crosss her arms over her chest and smiles, another devious thought rising to the surface. She really could enjoy getting to her couldn't she? How about another swing? "Let me inside, you." She made the verbal distinction so her meaning of calling her "you" would be clear to the Brit but the double meaning was hanging there and she noticed the very subtle change in HG's demeanor and the change in her breathing again. And she hit, going center field. Oh the innuendo.
HG nodded politely and opened the door will a little shove, "Please do. Come." She waved her in with a slightly wicked smile. Two could certainly play at this game is echoing through her own beautiful mind.
Myka grins at the challenge being met and walks in and sees four fans in overdrive. The ceiling fan, a tall floor fan, and two smaller ones with all the room's windows open. Each portable fan was situated around the room for optimum air circulation. It made the younger agent grin. Her grin grew when she sees every pillow and sheet to the always beautifully made bed strewn about the room as proof of its resident's temper tantrum earlier that night. "Do you have something against your bed?"
HG shut the bedroom door and padded over to Myka, to stand between her and the bed, "Do you? I cannot for the life of me get you in it."
Myka couldn't hide her blush even with her already heated skin, and then she caught that look. The one that told her HG had definitely caught on to her little game to her to open the door, "Good one."
"Oh trust me, darling, it is a very good one."
Myka's brow rises slightly and she eyes the smug look the Brit is harboring like a trophy. Fine, if she wants to keep going then so be it. Myka Bering does not give up easily. "Let me see." Myka walks past HG and climbs onto the bed and spreads out across it face down, purposefully feeling the mattress beneath her and humming with pleasure as she does so. She sighs a little and lies there waiting for HG to make the next move.
Nothing happens. Myka still has her eyes closed, face in the mattress and now wondering if perhaps she had actually struck out. Then, she heard HG move across the room and before Myka knew it she was being soaked with cold water.
"Aaaaaaaaah, oh my god!" She jumped off the bed and stared at her attacker. HG had a victory smile plastered across her pretty face.
"That is the noise you should be making in my bed, darling."
"Helena! You got me wet!" The second she yelled it she knew Helena had definitely made her next move and a move it was. Maybe Myka Bering should give up sometimes?
"It is about time too. You in my bed? Yes. You wet and screaming? Yes and Yes. I do believe I hit a home run, darling." She sits her bucket down on the floor and tilts her head to the side and looks at the now soaked woman on the other side of the bed. Short curly strands of hair were free from her ponytail and her tank top clung completely to her. Water is dripping down her long legs and a puddle has formed at her feet.
Myka huffs and pulls at her shirt, she really shouldn't be surprised that they had been thinking along the same lines from the very beginning. Why she had even been thinking of baseball…she had no clue. "Yeah…no kidding. Why do you even have a bucket up here anyway?"
"I grew tired of continuously fetching cold water so I borrowed one of Leena's from her cleaning supplies closet."
"Your bathroom is ten feet from your bed." Myka twists her shirt a bit and water splattered the wooden floor.
"Yes, yes, I know. Perhaps you should join me for a cool bath?"
Myka put her hands on her hips and pouted, "Okay, okay, you win, I get it! I shouldn't have cheated to get you to open the door."
Helena picked up a towel from a stool next to her dresser and walked up to Myka, "Here, dry yourself." HG watches Myka continue to pout as she dries herself and the spot on the floor where she had been standing. "And of course I won, darling. It is because you never truly know what to expect of me."
"Hmph. I expected you to open the door to my bedroom voice," with that Myka tosses the towel at HG's face and walks out of the room. The Brit hadn't managed to catch the towel that assaulted her face so she just stood there and laughed to herself after the door shut behind her fellow agent.
Myka made her way back downstairs now refreshingly cool from her unexpected shower. She smiles and passes her sleeping friends on their pallets in the living room. Myka walks into the dining room and sits across from Leena.
"I heard yelling. Did she attack you?" There is a smile of the inn keeper's face as she turned the page of her book and keeps fanning herself.
"If you consider a bucket of cold water being dumped on you an attack, then yes."
Leena places her book mark where she needed it and sat the book on the table, a smile on her face, "She did that?!"
"Yes!" Leena laughs at Myka's expression. The two are careful enough to not wake up the agents in the next room.
"So, she got you wet? Wait I didn't mean it like that!" Leena laughed and covered her mouth, blush forming.
"Yeah, yeah, I had that conversation upstairs already," she scoffed.
"I was just kidding! You really did?! I bet she had fun with that."
"Oh she did, look of pure triumph too."
Leena laughs at her friend and starts fanning herself again, "Well she does love messing with you."
"Yeah, and I practically begged for it tonight," Myka sighs and slouches into the chair.
Pete walks in the dining room, "Begged for what," he yawned the question; sleep completely escaped him.
"Nothing, Pete, go back to your sleeping bag."
He plops down in the seat next to Leena and grabs her fan and starts fanning himself, "Aww trouble in lover's paradise again?"
"Oh god, not you too? Not tonight Pete, pleaaase." Pete laughs and gives Leena a high-five.
"You want her Mykes, gooooooo for it already. The smoochie-smoochie tension between the two of you set all of our gaydars beeping the day she joined the team. Some went off before that, right Leena?"
"Well…your aura was different after your run-ins with her even early on."
Myka slaps her own face and groans, "I. Am. Going to bed."
Pete hands Leena her fan back, "Your bed or HG's?" Their inn keeper stifles a laugh and picks back up her book.
Myka punches him in the shoulder as she passes him going back into the living room. She lies back down on the couch and gets comfortable. Myka falls asleep thinking of ways to torture Pete later.
Claudia had listened to the exchange in the dining room with a smirk on her face. She was totally going to have some fun with this tomorrow, oh yes she was.
Meanwhile HG is lying on her soaked bed still laughing at Myka's reaction to the water. Surely she could have climbed up to her friend when she lay down and continued the playful banter but once she thought of the water bucket she just couldn't help herself. HG fell asleep thinking of ways to tease Myka tomorrow and a few ways to bug one Mr. Lattimer.
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