A/N: Just a drabble about the early days of Bering and Wells. Feel free to PM me or leave me a review if you have an idea for a drabble...I'll see what I can do :)
Tasted of Desire
Green eyes flitting up from the pages of the book, they were captivated by the fire dancing happily in the hearth. Myka loved fire. She had an obsessive fascination with it. Everything about it was a marvel for her. How it consumed and licked up everything around it. Nothing stood in its way. There was no insurmountable obstacle.
A rustling of pages turned her attention to the other occupant of the room. Thoughts continuing in the same vein despite her diverted attention, Myka supposed her unseemly interest with things that burned brightly was the reason she was so attracted to Helena. The force of the writer's personality was like a raging wildfire sweeping across a lush forest; she consumed and devoured everything in her path. And, Myka couldn't deny her fatal attraction to that unbearable heat. She was tempted to reach out and touch that flame.
Eyes locking with a burning pool of brown set the young woman's blood on fire. And, like the proverbial moth to a flame, Myka could not stay away from Helena. Even knowing, it was only a matter of time before she was burned.
