Stay
I've been listening to this song a lot, and it hasn't helped my "feels" one bit. I always thought it would be perfect for Bering and Wells. But it did inspire me to write again after a very long hiatus. So, there's that. Enjoy. – Whiplash-Girlchild
Pairing: Bering/Wells AU – Warehouse 13 – Myka's POV
"Not sure how to feel about it, but something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay." – Rihanna / Stay
You know she is dangerous. You know she is nothing but a scoundrel and a thief and her motives are questionable at best. But there is a moment when your eyes meet and her gaze explodes upon your soul, like an atom bomb. It rakes over you, windswept and heated, then you shiver inside. Your gun is pointed at her and you falter as you feel your heart ricochet in your ribcage, pacing back and forth slamming up against the walls screaming, "Let me out of here, I am innocent!" And you wish you could let it out of you, because then you wouldn't be feeling this, whatever "this" is. She is in motion now, quirking at you, a kissable mouth and holding your gaze with those mysterious eyes. If you were not terribly mistaken you might guess this was what "Love at First Sight" must feel like. But, you must be mistaken. You have to be mistaken. Her hips swing towards you in a steady rhythm, like a metronome and you jerk your eyes upwards, hoping she does not notice your leering. She does. The smile that over takes her face is absolutely adorable and you cannot help but return it with a lazy grin of your own.
"Well, that was rather dramatic, wasn't it? You never intended to shoot me at all, did you?" She says in her pleasing English lilt.
You find yourself nodding stupidly, punctuating every syllable with a nod of your head. You feel absurd and awkward, two things you haven't associated with yourself since high-school. You raise your hand and brush it through your curly locks in a gesture that is supposed to comfort you. The arm holding your gun hangs limply at your side. HG moves closer and disarms you with no opposition from yourself. And it is almost as if your limbs were incapable of moving, just like your brain is incapable of functioning with the smell of sandalwood and an enchanting floral musk that she exudes in the air. You breathe in deeply because you want to wrap yourself up in that scent. You want it to envelope you and wrap itself around you, weaving itself into every fiber of your being.
"Agent Bering, are you alright?" she asks, with a sincere concern lacing her voice.
And you have every reason not to trust her, every reason to run in the other direction. Every reason to have shot her, according to your training, but you never would. You were doomed to fail. The second you laid eyes on her, your will was not your own. Not in an artifact-esque sort of way, but more in the "dear—lord- god-woman-you-are-perfection" sort of way. Your breath stutters out of you in small gasps and HG Wells surveys you cautiously.
"If you dare come a little closer…"
You do not even want to debate your sexuality with yourself at this point, because clearly she affects you, clearly. This woman, looking very much like a Greek goddess standing before you in a brown trench coat, simple blouse, slacks and black riding boots. You really should not find that outfit as startlingly sexual as you do. But you are pretty sure your pupils must be dilated from the thoughts you are having and you berate yourself as she continues to stare at you.
"I do not wish to leave you here in such state, I must know that you are alright, darling," she sighs. And in general, it is a strange reaction to have towards an Agent who not minutes ago had pointed her gun in her face. Her hand brushes at your hair and pins some of it gently behind your left ear. There is tenderness and affection between you despite the fact you are strangers and you wonder to yourself, not for the first time after reading her file, if you might have met in a former life. You close your eyes and lean into her touch.
"Say it again," you murmur.
"Say what, again?" she laughs amusedly at your antics.
"Darling," you whisper.
Her expression is unreadable for a few moments before you feel her lips on yours. You feel your back hit the wall and you bounce forward slightly from the impact. The kiss flies straight past being innocent and is full-blown making out, much more reckless and messy than you ever were as a teenager, but it is exhilarating and startling all at once. It should be too much tongue, but it is just enough. It should feel strange to have her lick and suck at the corners of your mouth and lips, but it isn't. And it feels like you are having a heart attack, your chest is contracting wildly and you are sure you can feel the unruly muscle smash against your breast plate. Her tongue weaves around yours in an elegant dance, one of her hands tangling and grasping in your curly brown locks at the base of your neck, the other gliding smoothly across the planes of your back. It should feel strange but it mostly feels bewildering when one of her hands roves over the front of your body, caressing your curves underneath your blazer.
And you are not a fast-sort-of-girl. You are not easy, but god will you be easy for her. The rational part of your brain has left the building, as the animal in you is unleashed. The wolf contained, barely fed, starved for attention, howls within you like a beast. You feel yourself contract and gush between your legs, and no you are not ever having the sexuality debate with yourself, ever at this point, because you do not have any defense for that.
Her hand comes up swiftly and brushes against your breast, once, twice, three times, before it just becomes blatant groping and you are more than embarrassed at the moan that escapes you. She pulls back slightly and her smirk is arrogant and wild, and it just fuels your lust like gasoline. You push forward to bite her lip and she kisses you again, slower this time. Suddenly you think of every time you have ever seen her, fleeting glances, file photos and worn daguerreotypes, the locomotion of her hips, the set of her jaw, the quirking of her lips, the vastness of her eyes. There is something in the way she moves, it makes you feel like you cannot live without it and it terrifies you slightly. You want her to stay.
It is a strange thing, to feel that way about someone you do not even know. You kiss her passionately, slowly before you pull away and whisper, "My hotel. Stay with me, stay." And you cannot read the expression in those deep dark eyes, but your hazel burn with intensity back into hers and you cannot tell if she knows that you mean, forever. Stay with me, here tonight, in this moment and for the rest of our lives. But it would be silly to say it, would it not? It would be silly to ask her if she felt the same, the fire, the intense connection, the bashing of her heart trying to escape the confines of its bowed ribbed cell, asking, begging for release. You pant heavily in the silence between you as she stares at you. Out of sheer curiosity you take your trembling hand and place it against her breast plate.
What you feel, surprises you. You are met with the same syncopated rhythm of a heart on fire, her breath coming out in shallow pants in return to yours. In your frenzied state, despite your raging desire a part of you wants to be loved. Not by anyone, but by her, for her to be your lover. Not just someone you have slept with, someone who loves and is loved by you. You close your eyes and steady yourself as images of a life you may never have together flashes behind your eyelids. It does not seem bad at all, to love like that. To take care of and to shelter her, to challenge and to guide her, to be protected and loved by her, no that would not be bad at all.
You drop your hand as the fever begins to cool. "I'm. I'm sorry we did that. No, that's not what I meant. I mean I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," you sputter.
"Oh," she startles looking somewhat hurt and maybe disappointed, "well I see, it is perfectly natural to be curious then is it not?"
"No, I mean, it's not," you say waving your hands in front of yourself. "I've kissed a girl before."
HG's sculpted eyebrow jerks into her hairline and you cannot help but smile.
"I'm not the first? Darling, I'm hurt." She places her hand against her chest in a mock gesture.
"I wish you were the first," you blurt, then sputter, blushing a bright, humiliating red. "I mean, not the first, first, but, Oh God if you were the first that would be amazing. I mean, no that's not what I meant. Oh, God please let the ground swallow me whole right now." You palm your face abruptly ending your rant.
"Why, my dear Ms. Bering, are you trying to seduce me?" she says laughing so charmingly. The sound musical to your ears, caressing them and you shiver.
"Well, if you could call what I just did there seduction," you sheepishly whisper. The shy girl inside of you cringes at your lack of cool. "The name is Myka, by the way. I mean, since we made out and all, you should at least know my first name or be properly introduced."
"Sound logic," she replies with a grin. "I'm Helena. And sweet Myka, it would be a pleasure to have my heart broken by you."
"I wouldn't do that," you state a little too quickly. "Break your heart, I mean."
"Why? You do not even know me. I am a Villain remember? A scoundrel, destroyer of worlds, or something, yes?"
"No, I don't believe for a second that's who you are." You whisper confidently.
"You are quite certain." She lilts tilting her head and regarding you tenderly.
"I feel it," you say pointing at your breast bone, "here." Taking your finger and tapping it softly.
"Yes, I suppose you do." She sighs wistfully.
"I read your file," you blurt honestly.
"What did it tell you about me?" she inquires pleasantly, smiling encouragingly at you.
"It said all sorts of things. All sorts of things I can't reconcile in my head because they don't fit who you are. You're brilliant. You're gorgeous. You're intellectual and kind. So gentle and so passionate and it doesn't make any sense because that file didn't help me understand you at all."
"Well, you seem rather taken with me," she laughs softly. "And perhaps, adorn me too generously with traits I cannot hope to maintain."
"No, they're you. It's why I'm attracted you." You slap your hand over your mouth.
"Well darling, we just made out and groped each other like horny teenagers, I think the fact we're attracted to one another is out-of-the-bag, so to speak."
You blush even further as you squeak out, "Yeah, I guess so." You gesture between you. "I'm just not used to feeling this way, about anyone. I thought I'd been in love before, you know? I had Sam. I thought, I mean, nothing about this is what I thought it would be. People can't surprise you, can they?"
"Sometimes, they can." She says softly staring at you with chocolate eyes. "Love you say? In love."
"Oh," you startle again covering your mouth, realizing what you just revealed. You pull your hand away and gaze at the floor. "I guess I've always loved you, even before I met you. I've read your books my entire life. I mean, you've been there, every step of the way. Even when I couldn't see you, I felt you. Your words embedded themselves into me, carved a place out in my soul. I've carried you with me, every place I have ever been and still we end up here, with you in my shaking hands. I knew that I was going to love you. I just didn't know who you were yet. What you looked like. I couldn't help but love you and I don't want to stop."
"Oh my," Helena gasps tossing her hair elegantly over her shoulder and it flows like a river of black silk across them. Her shirt gapes at her neck line, revealing several tantalizing freckles and you smile lazily at them, dotting her pale skin.
"I'm sorry," you whisper near tears. "I'm sorry for this because I want you. Not in the purely sexual sense, although that would be wonderful too," you hear her chuckle. "But because I want you to stay with me. I want you to love me. I want everything. I want the heart and desperate aching soul of you. I want it to rush over me and beat against me like waterfall and for it to sometimes suck and swell and pull me under, but make me stronger for it. I just want you."
"Oh dear," she gasps again. "You are quite the romantic."
"I guess so," you whisper shuffling your feet from side to side. Then you look up and let your hazel eyes lock with hers, "but only for you."
Helena looks thoughtful for a moment as she bites her lip. A vault of secrets waiting to be opened, such mystery and intrigue, such beauty and such sadness, you want to take it away from her. You want to make her happy.
"I know I could make you happy," you whisper.
"Stop," she says holding up her hand, near tears herself.
"I'm sorry," you whisper again, letting a few tears fall. "I'm, I'll go. I really wanted to have this moment with you. To let myself just be with you, to give myself to you. I really did, but I think it's going to tear my heart out of me, Helena. I can't look at what you are, inside and out, and just walk away from that. I want you so bad it stings. No, it burns. It's like I'm on fire from the inside out. I can't live like that. I don't want to have to live like that. I can't look at you right now without wanting to rip your clothes from your body and make love to you all night or fuck you against this wall! It's not me at all, but I feel it so damn much it's killing me. But I want so much, so, so much and I know I'm greedy and I'm a fool, but damn it, do you think? Do you think you could love me, someday?" You shudder crying ugly tears and "where did that come from?" dear lord, you chastise yourself.
Helena moves to embrace you gently shushing you with a soft embrace. "Shhhhh, shhh, there, there, now," she coos. "I had no idea you felt this way."
"How could you?" You sob. "I didn't even understand it myself."
Her arms encircle you gently before she moves to let you go. You make a noise of discomfort as she pulls away and hiccup a sob.
"My darling Myka, I must be honest with you now, for if I do not I fear I may never forgive myself." She utters, eyes still glistening from unshed tears. "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. It rocked me to my very core; how you were just everything I had ever wanted, standing there in one moment. I cannot hope to explain it to myself. All I know is that every single step I've taken has led me back to you. Every single desire I have chased has guided me into your arms. They say that only fools believe in fate, my dear. But from what I have felt and what I have seen, darling I'm a fool."
"What," you hiccup again still crying slightly. "Are you saying?"
"That I cannot live without you, that I love you, and that all those things I thought I would never want, I desperately crave, with you. I love you, Myka Bering. And, whatever might come our way, I'd like to face it, together." She finishes smiling.
"Oh," you dumbly respond. "Oh!" You run at her squealing as you kiss her face. Her laughter bubbles up from her like a fountain as you continue your assault wrapping your arms around her. Your kisses eventually become less frenzied and more slow and languid as you find her wanting mouth. You kiss for a while, becoming reacquainted it seems, with each other's bodies. And it feels so familiar this love, this thing between you that you must have carried it with you from another life. Or, it was predestined to come to you. Only one of you was born to early or too late as the case may be. All you know is that now you have found her, you cannot let her go.
"Shall we go back to your hotel now, darling?" Helena purrs into your ear and you shiver.
You nod dumbly and grasp her hands.
How did you end up here?
At every fork in the road of life you have struggled fought against the current to be where you are. And it has seemed right, but it had felt somewhat lacking. Now, as the current sweeps over you, carries you into bed with this woman, everything feels as it should be. Everything, feels right.
You disrobe quietly in the low light and Helena's eyes sparkle as they watch. They sparkle even in the dark. You stand in your underwear as she bites at her lip wantonly and eyes you from a distance, almost afraid to touch you, as she thinks you are a fragile, yet beautiful thing. "Touch me," you whisper. And she rockets forward, like a tiger, leaping towards its prey.
"You are just lovely, darling. Everywhere," she whispers as her hands glide down the planes of your body and you shiver.
"You're slightly over-dressed for this occasion, Ms. Wells," you purr into her ear and she moans. It delights you to make her sound like that. You want to do it over and over again, for the rest of your life.
Your fumbling hands pull and tug at her clothing as you start to undress her; first, her blazer, then, the buttons of her blouse, that you push gently from her shoulders, uncovering a vast expanse of freckled alabaster skin. You allow your eyes to linger upon her body. Small and perfect for you, the sculpted planes of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the musculature of her legs, the apex of her thighs. You bring your eyes up and let a contented sigh escape your lips as you stare openly at her chest, encased in an ornate black lace bra. You let your hand reach behind her and fumble for the clasp before you hear her purr into your ear, "The clasp is in the front, darling."
You growl low in your throat at that, your hunger rising to near deadly levels. The animal inside you begins to pace back and forth in the confines of its cage, a space far too small to contain it. Tonight you are going to let it out. Tonight your desire shall find a home. You will never starve it this long again. Tonight, the wait is over.
You release the clasp and all rational thought ceases as you stare at her small but lovely breasts. It seems like she wants to say something, apologize to you perhaps, all women are self-conscious. But she is perfect for you. And you silence her with a kiss as you begin to fondle her chest, in earnest. "You are gorgeous. Just gorgeous," you fondle and tug at her nipples as you pant and you feel the indomitable HG Wells legs buckle slightly. "I wanna make you come so bad," you groan and this time you do feel it, her legs do buckle as she braces for support against a nearby wall.
"You are certainly off to a wonderful start," she says, her voice coming out somewhat strangled.
You kiss and nip and lick all along the smooth column of her neck. You suck hard on her pulse point and with every moan she makes, the wetness between your legs becomes more pronounced, until it is a painful throbbing that pulses inside you with every heartbeat. But, you do not want this to end too quickly. You kiss and lick down her collar bone hovering just above her chest. Then you let your lips wrap around one of her nipples as you stroke and tug the other and you release a pornographic groan that embarrasses even yourself.
Helena slams her fist against the wall in a helpless gesture and you smile around her breast as you continue to lave your tongue around it. You continue to worship her chest, switching from one to the other until you feel her body jerk and stiffen and she releases a groan.
"Did you just? Did you just cum?" You gasp.
"Darling, I think I just did," she whimpers.
"I just, oh my god, that was hot," you say huffing out your breath.
"Yes, you are very good at that. Are you sure you have never done this before?" She teases as she wraps her arms around you.
"Unless you count visualization, no," you chuckle. "But there has been plenty of that."
"Oh my, well we must see what you have been dreaming up in that little head of yours," Helena purrs.
"I've got big plans for you, Ms. Wells," you smirk. "Better buckle up, because it's going to be a hell of a ride."
"I hope so," she growls.
You lift her into the air and her legs wrap around you as you kiss the hot cavern of her mouth. Both of your combined moans are reaching obscene levels but you cannot bring yourself to care. Although, you do fleetingly feel bad for whoever occupies the room next to you. You are shaken from your thoughts as you feel Helena's wetness brush against your stomach and you gasp, breaking your kiss.
"Oh, god. Oh, god," you whimper feeling like a horny teenage boy. And you know you've never felt like this, never wanted something as bad as you want her. You only hope that your own release doesn't kill you because you would really like to stay.
You carry Helena over to the bed as you lay her down gently and she looks up at you with her smoldering eyes. "So, strong Agent Bering. So, beautiful," she whispers and your heart squeezes painfully in your chest at the affectionate words. You flex your arms as you lean down to kiss her, muscles in your stomach rippling in anticipation as you say, "I love you, Helena G. Wells. I've been waiting for you, all my life."
She moans as you kiss her mouth tenderly, passionately. Your bodies a shaking mass of limbs and moonlit sweat glowing. As you finally remove the final vestiges of your clothing and you settle your naked body down upon hers, you tense your muscles and release them, letting out an obscene groan. This is coming home. Not the place that you had come from. Not the place that you were born. Here, in her arms, on her skin, smell of sandalwood and spice in the air. This was home, the home that you had always longed for, the one box inside your heart that had never seemed to fit, suddenly shifted in to place. "I'm home," you think as you slide your bodies together in an erotic dance.
You let your hand travel downward between you until it is between her legs and you drop your forehead to hers and moan as her ample wetness greets you.
"God, you are going to be the death of me," she groans.
"Helena you're absolutely gorgeous," you whisper, unable to do anything but adore her in this moment. You dip your fingers in between her swollen lips, gliding around, stroking, touching, and caressing the most intimate part of her. Her squeaks and gasps spur you on as you discover the fascination men have with the female anatomy.
You work gently around her entrance and you hear her groan. "Yes, yes Myka please."
Her wanton moans spur you on further as you slide one finger inside, pumping slowly. "Oh, god. Oh, dear god," Helena gasps panting. "Another, please Myka. More."
You swallow hard as you push in another, picking up a natural rhythm that belies your experience. Your body is telling you what to do, how to love her. Your passion is dictating every kiss, every lick, and every touch. You do not need a manual; you do not need instruction as your body works its will upon her. You feel her clench and flutter around you and your eyes roll back in your head as you cum a little more. It runs down your thighs in an embarrassing display, but you cannot bring yourself to be ashamed of your passion for this woman. "Fuck. Yes, fucking fuck me harder," Helena moans. And dear god, just when you thought it could not get any sexier, it does.
You push and pull like the tide, stronger, deeper, harder. Rolling waves of desire thrown off of you onto her. And she swells, she crests, she rides the waves. You watch her in slow motion and you are captivated by what you see. So much desire and love written across her face, the muscles of her jaw working and tensing, her body trembling, covered in sweat and shining in the moonlit glow, you rock into her chanting her name like a prayer. "Helena. Helena. Helena." You wrap your lips around her nipple and suck as you continue the pushing and pulling with your hand, your other arm trembles from the exertion of holding up your weight but you ignore the burn as your heart is set on fire. It is not enough, you realize. It will never be enough. You will never have enough of her.
You alternate your hungry kisses with worshiping her breasts and you feel her muscles begin to flutter around your fingers. "Fuck," you whimper lost in her dark eyes. "God, I love you," you moan as you feel her gush around you. Finally the waves break over her, and her back arches off the bed, a scream of pleasure bursting forth from her lips.
You continue stroking inside her gently until she comes down from her high. "Come back to me," you whisper. "Stay with me," you coax. You hear her sigh as she comes back to you, still panting from the exertion of it all.
"Myka," she whispers as she kisses you. "Myka, I love you." And your heart explodes within you, you are sure of it, from happiness and love.
"I love you too, Helena." You proclaim honestly. "I always have, waiting for you was such agony."
"Much more so for me, darling," she whispers. "But it was worth it, to be here with you. It was all worth it."
She kisses you then and rolls you over. You feel the wetness she left behind on the bed sheets and you groan with pleasure. "Dear god, you're sexy." You moan.
She smirks victoriously and slides her hand between your legs. "You are not so bad yourself, Ms. Bering."
(Author's Note: There it is guys. Romanti-pervy is my specialty genre. *winks* I hope you all enjoyed. If you want more feels, go listen to the song on you-tube.)