Alrighty, here's chapter two, sorry it's taken me a while. Finals and uni and such. Probably wouldn't read this in public, if I were you...

Helena holds Myka's hand tightly and allows herself to be guided across her bedroom. She's still a little shaky and is grateful for Myka's steady hand.

She waits until she feels Myka's grip change, she knows she's about to be pulled or pushed onto her bed. She yanks Myka towards her, and slams her into the wall. Helena's thigh presses between Myka's legs and her hands grip her hips. Helena thinks that she's using a bit more force than she had intended, but Myka doesn't seem fazed by it. Instead her eyes regain their mischievous gleam and she kisses Helena hard.

Helena's hands slide up under Myka's shirt and cup Myka's breasts. Myka sighs lightly against her lips and Helena pulls her hands back out. Myka starts to protest until Helena rips at her shirt, and her hands slide up Myka's back to undo her bra. Both shirt and bra are discarded on the floor and Helena's hands meet Myka's breasts. They both moan at the feeling and Helena nips at Myka's neck.

"Helena," Myka moans her name and Helena closes her eyes to steel herself, regain control. She takes one of Myka's nipples in her mouth, sucking and flicking her tongue over it. She can feel Myka shaking a little and she pulls her tight against her own body to keep her up. When Helena's teeth graze over Myka's nipple she cries out. Helena glances up at her as she moves her mouth to Myka's other breast. Myka's eyes are closed, she's breathing hard and her cheeks are flushed. Helena again, thinks that she's beautiful; too beautiful for the ugliness that lurks around every corner of the world; of the warehouse. She'd never voice her opinions though, not in the fragility of these moments.

Helena's hands hit the button of Myka's jeans and undo it without a second thought. It isn't until Myka breaks their kiss – for air – that Helena realises her hand is so close to exactly what they both want and she stops. Myka moans in frustration and pulls Helena's hips closer to her,
"Do it," Myka whispers, and Helena so, so wants to. In that moment she's silently cursing herself. This isn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to make Myka scream for her up against the wall and then they'd fall onto the bed and start again. Or at least that's how it had gone in her mind.

Myka sighs when Helena still doesn't move. She takes another deep, steadying breath and tries a different tack;
"It's okay." She wonders if that will help to calm Helena's nerves, she wonders if it even is nervousness and then she isn't wondering anymore.
Helena's fingers are inside her. Stroking and pressing and pushing just a little and just so utterly there that Myka can't help the low satisfied moan that falls from her mouth.
She can feel Helena smiling as she kisses her neck while her fingers work. She angles her hand and brings her thumb to Myka's clit. Myka moans again and Helena tightens her grip on Myka's waist. Helena pushes a little more inside of her and Myka hears herself moan 'there. God there.' Helena has evidently heard her too. She focusses her energy on that one point and strokes the pad of her thumb over Myka's clit. Dragging with a little more pressure each time. Myka's head hits the wall and Helena presses hard against the spot inside of her and her clit at the same time sending Myka falling into an abyss of darkness and light and fireworks and an unintelligible moan.

Myka collapses forwards into Helena, and she holds her tight, keeping them both standing. When Helena feels Myka's legs stop shaking quite so much, she withdraws her fingers and slowly guides Myka to the bed. Feeling the mattress beneath her, Myka curls herself into Helena's embrace and sighs into her shoulder. Helena brushes the hair from Myka's face and looks at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are still closed, but Helena can tell she's trying to open them, she's still breathing hard. She thinks she's perfect, but is quickly reminded by her logical brain, that this was simply about frustration. Or at least, the relieving of the frustration. 'Not a time to cause more frustration, Wells' she scolds herself silently.

"Are you alright Myka?" She asks softly. She knows Myka's still awake, but she's not sure if she should put her to bed. Her breathing still seems too heavy to Helena.

"mmhmm." Myka mumbles into Helena's shoulder, before lifting her head to look her in the eyes. "Definitely, definitely alright."

Helena smiles and Myka so wants to reach up and kiss her. Soft, and slow and sweet. But this isn't about that. This is a one-time thing. They will never be...like that.

Helena moves onto the bed properly, lying down where she normally slept, she pulls Myka across with her to occupy the other side of the bed. Helena takes a deep breath. She has Myka Bering in her bed. In a rather interesting state of undress as well.

"Do you...do you want to...s-sleep?" Helena asks quietly. Its hard for her to get the words out. She wants Myka to stay, to sleep beside her, she wants to hold Myka as she slept, to wake up next to her. She also wants Myka to leave, to tell her no, to go back to her own room and not discuss what had transpired ever again.

Myka rolls over and props her head up on her forearm.

"I think i remember asking you to come to bed." She leans closer in to Helena and starts pulling at her shirt, "And it definitely. Wasn't. To sleep."