A/N an AU B&W story. Just a little fun and fluff to distress my mind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
Helena paced the foyer of her apartment, "Finally" she grumbled at the sound of the doorbell.
"And the extra sauce is in this," the young delivery boy said with a smile as he shook the plastic container.
"Yes. yes, here, thank you," Helena mumbled as she set the Thai food down on the side table, stuffing a twenty into the boys shirt pocket, "Just disappear, now," she said, the boy frowning as she shoved him toward the stairs.
Helena scurried around the dining table, lighting the candles and spreading out food, her face dropping as a few drops of the wine dripped on the white linen tablecloth.
The pounding on her door was too much.
"Fine, hold your horses," she said, making her way to the front door, 'what did you forget now,'
Swinging the door, her hand running through her hair as she sighed her frustration, "I purposely paid extra for the early delivery, what have you forgot …" her face falling at the sight of the curly hair and wide green eyes at her door.
"Umm. If you want, I could come back later, maybe?" Myka's thumb pointing over her right shoulder as she backed away from the door.
"Not one step further," Helena's voice unsure one second, clearing her throat the next as her hand reached for the young woman.
"I just thought, after meeting in the museum, maybe," the American rubbing at the back of her neck as her eyes darted anywhere but those brown eyes.
"Nonsense, your eyes were and are but a blessing that has haunted my thoughts all day," Helena grinned as she tugged the woman inside her flat.
The kiss, the meeting of soft, warm flesh was just as surprising the second time. Myka's eyes rolled back at the urgent feel of those firm fingers, the hot, rushed breathes that caressed her neck.
Memories of their heated exchange in the bathroom was starting to overwhelm her. Myka's common sense was chucked out with the day old bath water.
'Intoxicating, is it not?' that soft Essex voice rolling over Myka, enveloping her to the point that her senses were all but abandoned. She smiled sheepishly at her family as she lingered behind, the warmth of the strangers fingers against the small of her back caused all reason to escape her, "I'll meet you at the mineral exhibit," Myka whispered to her sister.
"Whatever," Tracy huffed, her eyes drifting to the back of her sister, a smirk curling over her lips at the site of the strange woman's hand that was possessively guiding her big sister away from them.
"See you in church," Tracy winked as she raced to catch up to their parents.
"Your family seems … understanding," Myka shivering at that heated breath against her neck as she was blindly lead into the bathroom of the third floor.
"I am assuming you are of legal age?" the warm breath nipping down the expanse of her long throat.
"Meaning?" Myka husked out, her fingers curling around the long tending's, halting their assault down the hem of her jeans.
"Meaning, you are able to relieve yourself from your family, to join me in a more privy place?" Helena's voice rasped against fluttering skin.
"Such as?" Myka halting the progression of those heavenly digits down her Levi's.
"If, such as to meet in a pub, would you be able to order a half and half of your own accord?" Helena's question lowering with each word to a hesitation.
"Yes," Myka breathlessly whispered to the underside of tender, lily white skin.
"700 PM," Helena whispered, pulling back, her hand reaching to the pen clipped to her black wool vest. Myka leaned back, her hands gripping the cold feel of the white, porcelain of the sink in the bathroom through hooded eyes.
"Do you really want me?" her voice dropping as quick as her eyes to study the pattern of the bathroom, tile floor. Green eyes shooting up at the harsh scuff that echoed through the empty bathroom.
"I am not in the habit of seducing, then revealing my personal information to beautiful Americans at the drop of a hat," her smirk spreading as her hand busied with the pen on the paper. "MS ?"
"Bering, Myka," she gulped down, her hands fidgeting at the hem of her shirt. "I've never … with anyone," Myka whispered. "I am not some American whore," her head turning to the bathroom door.
"As I am no Euro trash whore," Helena's smile shies as she handed Myka the piece of paper. Her giving a quick kiss to the corner of Myka's mouth as she passed by the two of them.
"Dad, it is A unique opportunity to learn from a master," Myka replied, her eyes watching from the corner as her father paced the small room of their hotel.
"Warren, really? You have always pushed Myka to learn, to ask questions," Jeanie said as she turned away from the two of them. Her hand digging through her small, secret black wallet, the crisp bills sliding across her fingers.
"Mother, please. I was not born yesterday, and neither was my girl," Warren pacing the room, Jeanie smiling to herself as she watched the two rub the back of their necks.
"Your girl, is a woman, she has been since three months ago on her twenty-first birthday. For hecks shake, Warren. Please let your baby go," Jeanie sighed. "What more do you want from the girl? She has been accepted to Harvard, top in her class and the apple of your eye," Jeanie winked at her oldest.
Tracy huffed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Please!" she scoffed.
"You've something to say, baby girl?" Warren asked his youngest.
Myka's eyes glared, her brow furrowed at her younger sibling. "Yes, please share?" Myka asked.
Tracy's eyes softened, the slightest hint of understanding crossed. "Not really, I just think it is … an interesting idea for her to spend a night in London, by herself. Let her find out what it is like to spend a night away from us," her voice stern, the hint of a wink escaping their parents attention.
"Am out of here," Myka rushed, her grabbing her knapsack as she rushed out the door of the hotel room. Cursing under her breath as she looked at her watch.
Tracy followed after her, slamming the hotel door shut behind her as she chased her sister down to the lift. "Hey! slow down!" Tracy huffed as she caught up to her sister.
"Are you sure?" Tracy asked as she grabbed Myka's elbow.
"Sure of what?" Myka said, not looking at her sister as she punched the button to the elevator.
"I saw her," Tracy whispered.
"Saw who?" Myka sighed as she looked up, watching the lift ding with each floor.
"That sexy as hell woman who dragged you into the bathroom," Tracy's voice was stern as she crossed her arms, her glare digging into her sister's eyes. "You know damn well what I am talking about,"
Myka thumped her head against the gold medal of the lift. "And are you going to rat me out?"
"No," Tracy shaking her head as she leaned against the wall of the floor. Their eyes both watching as the lift worked its way to their floor.
"Are you sure? I mean, all those dumb ass books you read, that she is the one?" Tracy asked, putting herself between the lift doors and her sister.
"I don't know. But, it feels right," Myka sighed, readjusting her bag over her shoulder.
"You know, I have made up my mind that Kevin will be my one, my husband," Tracy stated.
"Whether he wants it or not?" Myka smirked, then squeezing her sister's shoulder.
"Not funny, lanky," Tracy retorted.
"It's just; I know you are still a virgin like me,"
"And your point? And don't call me Lanky, short stack," Myka huffed, wanting to will the lift to hurry the hell up.
"Stop being my older sister and just hear me out, I know this will be your first time and tell me how many nights we have stayed up, wishing our first time to be Bradly Cooper?" Tracy sighed.
"Or Maya Angelou?" Myka sighed.
"You are such a geek, any woman would want Angelina Jolie as their first," Tracy rolling her eyes.
"Whatever, just promise me that she is worth it?" she sighed.
"I promise, I think," Myka smiled as the lift dinged for their floor.
Myka whimpered as Helena's fingers took her innocence, a tear rolling down her cheek as she swallowed down the pain.
"My, love," Helena whispered against Myka's ear as her hips pushed more urgently into her hand.
"More," Myka pleaded, her hand gripping Helena's wrist as her hips pushed.
"Your family?" Helena's breathe gently brushing against the lobe of Myka's ear.
"Are you more concerned about my family, or me?"
Myka cursing herself as she felt the wash of tears against her cheek, her lips brushing against Helena's cheek as the tears cascaded down.
"Never you mind, your pleasure is all that matters," Helena choked out, slowing down her true self.