AN: I do not own Warehouse 13 nor the characters. Alrighty, these short stories/one-shots are all coming out of prompts from the livejournal Myka/HG community: Meet at Gunpoint. I suggest you look it up if you're a fan of the pairing. :D I will be adding onto this collection as soon as I write responses. Also, these are all stand alones, not related to each other. Myka and H.G. are definately good muses for me. *smile*

Prompt: "Time will tear us apart."

Myka slid onto the couch next to her, picking up the discarded popcorn bowl and moving it aside to take its place. She picked up H.G.'s hand, squeezing it. "You okay, hun?" she murmured.

H.G. sniffed, eyes wet, shining in the glow of the reflected movie credits. "This is silly of me," she laughed quietly, using her handkerchief to dab at her eyes, "It's not real."

Myka smiled fondly at her, opening her arms so H.G. could snuggle into her. "I don't know about that," she rested her chin on the top of H.G.'s head, enjoying the smell of her vanilla and jasmine shampoo, "I think it's real in some ways."

"Yes?"

"Mmhm. The human emotion is real, and it speaks to us on some level. We make the story real to us." Myka wasn't sure she was explaining what she meant very well, but it had to do.

H.G. slowly nodded, kissing Myka's neck. Myka tightened her embrace in automatic response, shivering; she could feel H.G.'s self satisfied smile against her skin.

"Thank you, darling," H.G. moved, shifting so Myka would allow her the space she needed to bring her kisses up to Myka's mouth. Long fingers entwined in Myka's hair, H.G.'s other hand curling around her bicep, supporting her weight.

Trading deep, sweet kisses, Myka enjoyed the feeling of H.G. against her but knew it couldn't last. They were sitting in the main room of Leena's Bed and Breakfast, where any of their colleagues could wander in at any time. Almost as if she read her mind, H.G. pulled back with a regretful sigh, smirking affectionately.

"It wouldn't do to be caught in this position, now would it?" she smiled, then leaned in and kissed Myka soundly, "Even if I do love this position so."

Myka coughed to cover up her blush; H.G. on top of her certainly had its charm. "You're a tease," she teased, moving in to kiss H.G. again, at the last second kissing her nose instead. "Now get up and let me turn off the DVD player," she squeezed H.G.'s hips affectionately.

"I'm the tease?" H.G. laughed, but slid off her lap.

After Myka finished shutting everything off, H.G. grabbed her hand to lead her to the kitchen, silently taking everything out to make tea. Leaning against the counter with her arms loosely crossed, Myka watched her, a tender smile on her face. It was obvious H.G. was still affected by the movie.

Pouring hot water into two mugs with tea bags in them, H.G. set the kettle back down onto the stove. Bringing the two mugs over to where Myka stood, she placed them down next to her, a small smile on her face. Her thoughts seemed miles away. Not wanting to interrupt her, Myka picked up her mug and blew on the tea, watching the expressions cross H.G.'s face.

Finally, H.G. sighed, looking up at Myka. "Do you believe they last?"

"Who?" Momentarily confused, Myka scrambled to come up with an idea of what the other woman meant.

"Paul and Holly. Cat. Do they stay together?"

Myka frowned, thinking. "I… Can't answer that question. The romantic answer would be yes, but in reality… Well, if they loved each other enough, I'm sure they'd try to make it work."

H.G. nodded slowly, but Myka didn't know if her answer was what she had wanted to hear. Reaching out, she pulled H.G. close, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, smiling as H.G. hugged her waist tightly. "You okay?" she asked quietly, feeling the other woman sag in her arms.

"I think…" H.G. sniffed, shook her head, then leaned back, "I think I will be." She smiled and pulled Myka down to kiss her. Myka melted into the especially hungry lips.

H.G. pulled back, her breathing spiked. Eyes dark with reawakened passion, she slid her hands under Myka's shirt, arching her brow, "Now, since I have had enough of making a fool of myself for one evening, thank you, what say we retire to bed?"

Myka blinked, glanced down at the two tea mugs, looked back to H.G.'s seductive smile, and then smiled broadly.

Later, after the two women lay sated in bed, Myka curled up against H.G.'s chest, Myka ran her fingers over H.G.'s ribcage, making the other woman laugh. Propping herself up on her elbow, she smiled at her. "Did you know," she started, moving her fingers up, "They only had enough money to shoot one take of that scene in the rain?"

"Oh?" H.G. watched her hand with avid interest, gasping a little as Myka's fingers skimmed against the underside of her breast.

"Oh yes." Myka smiled. "It could have gone drastically wrong."

"But it didn't." H.G. bit her lip, closing her eyes briefly.

Myka nodded, trying to stop the smug expression she felt from crossing her face. H.G. was like putty in her hands. "Just think, one wrong move and – "

"Darling? Shut up and kiss me."

Myka smirked, doing as H.G. asked. However, with a startled yep, Myka found herself on her back, H.G. smiling wickedly on top of her. Pretty soon, all thoughts of Breakfast at Tiffany's were gone.