Disclaimer: I own a computer. A bunch of clothing. One or two odds and ends. And about half my car. I do not own any of the Warehouse 13 characters, most unfortunately for me, nor their world, the plotline etc, and all that jazz. Not doing this for profit, just the funs.

Chapter 1

Myka Bering had her eyes squeezed tight and her head thrown back, a reflex to the present activity occurring between her thighs. She let out a throaty moan as the tongue on the most sensitive part of her body increased in both pressure and speed. She was just opening her mouth to voice her desire for more of both things when she was interrupted by a sharp knock on her bedroom door. Her eyes snapped open and her upper body shot off the bed. "Pete is dead!" She groaned.

She watched as a head of golden hair and a pair of concerned blue eyes popped up between her knees. "How do you know it was-" The other woman started wiping her lips with her fingers.

"It's Pete." Myka finished, wrapping her fingers around the blonde's wrist and tugging her up so their bodies were pressed together. She suppressed a moan at the sensation.

"Myyyyka! Myyyykes!" Pete's voice came from outside the door. Myka raised her eyebrows at the woman next to her who smirked in response.

Myka groaned and whispered, "Sorry," placing a quick peck on the beautiful woman's lips before rolling off the bed.

Pete continued from behind the door, "Myka, are you awake? Are you alive? Do I have come in there and –"

She cut him off. "No! Do not come in here!" She yelled back. She bent down and reached into the pile of the clothes on the floor, tossing around bras and socks until she found what she was looking for. She came up with two shirts and tossed one to the woman in her bed before slipping the other her own head. Bending down once more she retrieved a pair of sweatpants and put her feet into them, pulling them up as she hopped and staggered to her bedroom door. She placed a hand on the doorknob and ran the other through her curly mess, knowing it wouldn't make a difference. She glanced back at the occupant of her bed to make sure she was covered, shooting her a small smile before turning back and twisting the knob.

She opened the door enough to invite a small strip of light into the room. Pete's smiling face greeted her. "Well it took you long enough!" He said placing his hand on the door and applied a small amount of pressure, attempting to gain himself entrance. Myka braced her knee against the other side of the door and pushed back. "Come on, let me in we've got a pi-." Pete stopped and stepped back, the annoyed line that had formed at his mouth transforming into a grin as his eyes soaked in his partner's appearance. "Hmmmm," He let out between closed teeth. "Hi Charlotte!" He shouted over Myka's shoulder, getting up on his tiptoes to try to look into the bedroom.

"Hi Pete." a faint voice answered him from behind the door. Pete raised his eyebrows.

Myka felt heat travel up her neck into her face and her mouth betrayed her attempt at displaying annoyance by forming into a slight smile. She reached a hand out to her partner's chest and gave him a slight push while maneuvering herself out the door into the hallway, and then shut the door behind her, hoping Pete didn't see anything before it shut.

When she turned back around he was still grinning. "What Pete?" She said and then covered her mouth with her hand to cover any rogue smiles.

"You dog you. On a Tuesday night and everything."

Myka rolled her eyes. "I mean, what did you want? What time is it? It has to be at least 1:00 in the morning."

"It's 2:30 actually." He said, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and rolling back onto his heels. "Lose track of time in the heat of the moment?"

She reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, "Pete! Why did you knock?"

"Woah, easy there Tiger!" He pushed her hand away. "Why else? We got a ping! Artie made me come get you. Don't worry, it's only about an hour away. The quicker we get going the quicker you can get back here to-"

She held up her hand, "Please don't finish that sentence. I'll be right down. Just let me go-" She half turned and motioned to the door. She noticed that Pete was making no move to leave the hallway. Myka turned back around and made a shooing motion with her hands, "Bye Pete."

"Fine. Fine. Give Charlotte my best." He grinned as he rotated on his heel and started down the hall.

Sighing, Myka ran her hand through her hair and went back in her room. The lights were now on and Charlotte was sitting up in the bed, her head resting back against the board. The blonde gave her a small smile, which she returned, and made her way towards the bed.

"Let me guess, important IRS business that requires your immediate attention." Her smile remained playful. Myka groaned as she crawled across the bed and laid her head in Charlotte's lap.

"I'm sorry." Myka mumbled into her legs.

Charlotte moved her hand from stroking the brunette's curls under chin and guided her head from her lap until their eyes met. "You don't need to apologize, baby. It's your job. And even though I can't see how the IRS needs you in the middle of the night more than I do… I understand."

"I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, I know." Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"Mmmm." The curly haired woman moaned pushing herself up with her palms. "I'll be looking forward to that." She placed a chaste kiss on the other woman's lips and stood up from the bed. "Guess I better pack." She walked towards her closet. "Pete says our assignment is only an hour away so if all goes well, I should be back sometime tomorrow." She finished, poking her head back into the room. Noticing the blonde getting up from the bed she made her way out of the closet, approached the woman and took her hands. "Hey, no, you can stay." She felt a blush creeping into her cheeks. "I mean, I wanted you to stay before and it's the middle of the night. And you're already undressed…" She teased.

The blonde giggled.

"Seriously. Stay." Myka leaned down to the shorter woman and kissed her forehead. "I'll let Leena know. Make yourself at home. Please."

Charlotte laughed again and wrapped her arms around Myka's waist. "So my first night staying at my girlfriend's and she's not going to be here. Feels kind of…"

"Awful?" The brunette offered. "I'm sorry."

"I was going to say creepy. And stop apologizing. It's fine, I swear." She turned them around so Myka's back was to the bed. "I'll only be sleeping," She put her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders and pushed her down so she was sitting on the bed. "And maybe fantasizing," She put one knee on the bed and swung the other over the brunette so she was straddling her lap. "And my hands might just wander below the covers." She whispered in her ear.

Myka shivered. Their eyes met and she quickly captured the blonde's lips with her own, slipping her tongue into her inviting mouth. They both moaned into the kiss. After a few seconds Myka pulled away a bit breathless. "I guess I better get going." She reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her girlfriend's ear. "I'll miss you."

Charlotte smiled and climbed off her lap before moving back to her spot in the bed. "I'll miss you too." Myka stood up and leaned down to give her one last kiss. "Tell Pete if he ever cranes his neck to try to see me naked again I'll kick his ass."

The brunette laughed as she walked towards the bedroom door. "If he ever does that again I will kick his ass." She paused at the door. She felt a nagging in her brain. Words threatening to escape her lips. But now wasn't the time. So she opened the door and blew a quick kiss as she walked out. There was always tomorrow.