Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 ain't mine. If it were I'd be retired.
AN: So guys this is my first submission into fandom, born of the delicacies you have shared with me. In the past 6 months I have taken huge inspiration from all of you. I hope to do you proud.
She stood there with that smirk curling across her full mouth. Her ebony eyes shining at me with mischief as she sent me the message that she wanted to play. My body tingled in response even as my mind tried to tell me not to drop my defences. She'd looked at me this way so very many times before. After all, she couldn't help it. It was part of who she was. More than that, it was part of what made me love her so deeply. She wanted me to want her, wanted to know she could have me, choose not take me and keep me on the edge of longing without pulling away. That was who I was to her. She needed to own me. And God help me I wanted so much to be owned.
I gazed at her and tried to gather myself, tried to stop myself from moving forwards. From claiming what wasn't mine. "You shouldn't…" I tried, well, I kinda tried but before I could finish she took a step closer and put her left hand on my hip, thumb tucking under my shirt and nail digging deeply into my soft flesh. I felt a gasp rake down into my chest as my lips parted and my eyes flared with undisguised desire. My brain clouded and I fought to hold myself back as I reacted to the sensations exploding in my body. I wanted her so much there was no point trying to hide it, nor would she want for me to. She was basking in my arousal. Taking more and more of me and getting drunk on the power she held.
The smirk became a lopsided grin as the predator started to overtake her. She was stalking her pray and I was losing the battle. Who was I kidding? I had lost this battle a long time ago. Whatever she chose to take, she could have; and I could not stop her whether I wanted to or not. "Helena. What are you doing?"
"Darling?" Her voice just a murmur behind the throbbing in my ears. "I think you know that I am doing what I want. And you will not stop me" She took a step towards me and my eyelids fluttered as I felt her body press against mine. She waited still and taught for a short moment until I recovered and then locked her eyes on mine. Dark, dangerous and so, so, close.
She brought her right hand slowly up my side, brushed her fingertips across my neck and pushed her fingers into my hair, tightly grasping my curled locks and forcing my head back while her left hand pushed me against the wall. I cried out with pleasure and yielded completely to her desires. I felt her breath against my neck as she laughed at her victory. My body pooled with heat and my breathing became shallow and rasping. She knew by this point that she could do anything with me that she pleased.
"Please…" I begged. "Oh God, Helena. Please."
She laughed lightly. It sounded almost as if a child were laughing. "Ah, my beautiful Myka. No. Not today." And as quickly as it had started it was over as her hands immediately withdrew from my body and she stepped away. My legs gave at the shock and I just managed to catch myself on the wall to stop from falling. Arrogant eyes laughed at me, traces of her own desire still visible behind the cruelty that shone from her. And at that moment as my shame washed over me I could not have loved her more. She owned me and I was hers. Whatever that made me I didn't care. I would and never could stop wanting more.