A/N: Okay, so this is practically a shot-for-shot retelling of my dream last night with these three lovely Warehouse characters in it. I thought it was kinda funny, so I wrote it out for you wonderful people. This is directly from my subconscious, so if you review, please be kind to it ;)
Edited by: Potentialslayer1
HG was sitting in the centre seat of her row in the airplane that was taking them back to South Dakota, from their latest artifact hunting mission, with Pete to her left, and Myka to her right.
The curly haired brunette was off in a daydream looking through the window at the fluffy clouds that they were flying just above, almost skimming through them. Pete, on the other hand, was rather jittery in the seat to the other side.
"Ooh," Pete caught glimpse of a discarded magazine shoved into the seat pocket right in front of HG, "a 'ziney!" He reached over, temporarily violating the woman's personal space, and snatched up the reading material.
He scrunched his face a little as he read the title of it to himself, "Ah, it's a girly 'zieny," he said in disappointment. Just Myka's eyes wandered towards him, where she couldn't help but let a smile slip. "Oh," Pete's demeanour changed again as he read one of the subtitles, "How to relax your man into ecstasy while only using your lips." The man straightened up before shimmying his body comfortably into his chair. "Pete-sters gotta check this one out," He smiled while thumbing through the pages to find the intending article.
Myka rolled her eyes at him before focusing back out the window in attempt to ignore her irritating partner. HG, however, was a bit more intrigued by the article.
"Okay, what do we gotsty here?" Pete began to read, "ah, it's some doc talking about stimulating the nerves in the body. Pete likey." He nodded excitedly. But after a moment his face scrunched where he scratched his head in confusion.
"Everything alright there, Pete?" HG leaned into him to catch a glimpse of the article.
He then began to read aloud, "First you must stimulate both the levator and the Depressor Labii nerves before moving down to the sternum. There you will trail up to the Cevical Vertebrae starting at C8 making your way up to C2, planting a feathery kiss on the even numbered ones, following the side of the neck ending at the lobule. Then a final a lingering kiss will be made directly on C1. This will complete your first stage."
"Pete look," HG pointed to a note on the page, "It says, 'diagram on back of page'."
"Well if there's a diagram, what's the point of all this mumbo-jumbo who-wah here? No one can understand it anyway."
"Oh, yeah?" HG cocked her eyebrow slightly and smirked mischievously before she turned towards Myka who was now no longer looking out the window, but had her attention on them. "Levator and Depressor labii are stimulated through the lips," HG leaned into the unsuspecting woman and planted a quick kiss to her mouth. "Sternum," the Victorian dipped down to just above the other woman's blouse and planted a kiss directly centre on her chest bone. "C8," she kissed slightly up and to the right from where she was, and then quickly dusted a trail of kisses up the side of the brunette's neck where the American unconsciously titled her head, allowing her better access.
Myka was still one hundred percent confused and surprised towards her current situation, but her body was also very quickly relaxing under her friend's touch; unexpectedly loving every bit of it; wishing that HG would continue at a slower pace.
HG finished her trailing with an ending kiss right below the brunette's earlobe, "and C2, under the lobule," she stated. Then the Brit gently took up Myka's hair and swept it to one side; over her shoulder, as she then smoothly turned the woman a bit in her seat to face the window, once again, before pushing her lips to the base of her neck "and lastly, C1," she muttered into her skin before abruptly moving away as Myka let out a satisfying sigh.
HG moved the, now somewhat sloppy, woman back to face them where she was quick to softly hook her index finger through Myka's parted lips, lightly grasping her from behind her front upper teeth. "Yes," HG lifted the brunette's head a bit with her finger before easily shaking it side-to-side once, "I'd say she's pretty relaxed." The Brit smiled at her still shocked friend before letting go of her.
"Lady Dudes! That was sooo hot," Pete gawked.
HG turned to him, "and it was accurate too," she grabbed up the magazine and turned the page to point out the diagram to Pete. "See?"
The man took back his reading material to look at the next page. After a moment he then began to chuckle at something.
"What?" the Victorian asked.
He laughed out, "That was just the first stage, the forth stage is a blow job."
"A blow... what?" HG cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"Okay," Myka snapped out of her trance that was derived from both shock and relaxation, before she grabbed the journal from them and shoved it under the seat in front of her, "enough with this magazine now."
"Oh, come on Mykes!" Pete wined, "What if HG wanted to demonstrate tha..."
"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Myka snapped at him.
HG was now very curious as she asked again, "What's a blow job?"
Myka then awkwardly cleared her throat, not wanting to say it, but also really, really not wanting Pete to say it. She pulled her neck to the side while baring wide eyes as she said, "Let's just say you'd have to demonstrate that stage on Pete, not me."
HG squinted her eyes in a brief state of confusion before she let out a chuckle in understanding. "Oh," she turned to him, "well sorry there Pete but we won't be having any of that then. I've already got my example subject, and I wouldn't trade her for the world." She patted the man's leg before looking back to Myka to give her a cheeky wink.
The Brunette blushed where she whipped her head back to the window to conceal it. HG then chuckled silently to herself as she relaxed back into her seat to endure the remainder of their flight in silence.
~Fin~
