Scorching Nights Chapter 2- Lucky Fellow

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Myka Bering wakes up to pillow induced blunt force trauma. She scrunches her face and slowly opens her eyes, "Pete."

"Morning, Mykes! Cereal?! It'll be cooooold and yuuuuummy." He shoves his box of Fruity Sparkles in her face.

"Ugh." Myka stretches on the couch and sits up, her hair sticking every which a way much like Claudia's hair. The young woman is shaking Steve and singing, "Wake up Jinksy, wake up Jinksy, it's a new hoootttt day!" The man tickles her as he wakes then makes his way to the kitchen tagging-along close behind her.

"Myka! Come on, wakeup, it's ten o'clock." She stands up and looks at her partner with a wide-eyed expression, "Whaaaaat!? OMG, I have to get to town! My package is supposed to come in today! God Pete, you knew I wanted to get there early!"

Pete snaps his fingers at her, rolls his head, and struts off to the kitchen, "More Fruity Sparkles for me, girlfriend." Myka growls and runs upstairs, HG walked out of her room in fresh clothes just as Myka passed by.

"In a hurry?" Myka nods and rushes to her room to shower and change.

HG shakes her head and pulls her hair into a high ponytail as she travels downstairs. As she walks into the dining room Leena sits a cold glass of orange juice on the table for her, "Here you go HG, you look nice today."

"Thank you Leena, sweetheart," She sits down and sips her juice, "At least someone notices." She takes another sip. Steve and Claudia sit down with their bowls of cereal and exchange curious looks.

A minute passes with comfortable conversation drifting around the table while both Leena and HG are enjoying a bowl of fresh fruit and the others help themselves to more cold cereal.

Myka bursts through the dining room and into the kitchen, her wet curls bouncing everywhere as she passes them by and even more so as she runs through again with a bottle of water in one hand and a peach in the other, "Bye! Be back soon!" She hadn't noticed the stare from HG she was getting, though everyone else did. It was one of those 'how dare you ignore me' stares. They heard the front door slam behind Myka.

"Well then," HG sips her juice.

Claudia drinks some of the milk from her cereal bowl and pouts, "She always says goodbye at least..."

The front door opens a few seconds after Claudia finishes with a sigh. "Sorry, guys." She walks to the table and in the order they were sitting around the table she said very quick good-byes. She smacks Pete on the arm with a smile, ruffles Steve's hair, kisses Claudia's forehead, gives a light hug to Leena, and grabs HG by the wrist, "No need for goodbyes, your're coming with me." Helena smiles and obliges after a quick jab at Pete, "Jealous Mr. Lattimer?"

Pete fakes a frown until the women walk out and grins and downs more food.

The two women leave the B&B and head for town while the rest of the gang schemes.

"I say I go and sneak into the Warehouse and get the mistletoe," was Claudia's idea.

Leena shakes her head, "Or I could cook them a nice dinner and set up a table for two?"

Steve grins, "Yeah or I could ask Myka if she's in love with HG with HG in the room and see how she reacts? Tell her I know she's lying and it's okay to love her?"

Pete, Claudia, and Leena all look at him and continue talking in hushed voices as if the two women on topic might walk in at any moment.

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"Oh, glorious cooled air!" HG leans forward in her seat and smothers herself into Myka's S.U.V's air conditioning vents (Albeit was a rather graceful form of smothering).

Myka smiles, the air does feel wonderful, it wasn't even noon and it was a searing 105 degrees outside, "D.C. had its heat-waves but I really miss the weather there."

"Do you miss other aspects of the life you had there?"

Myka looks at her friend and back at the road, "Sometimes, I miss the buildings, some of my old partners, and well… the open recognition for my work."

Helena and Myka had definitely grown close since the time they met but Myka never really spoke of her life before the Warehouse, she spoke of her parents and sister on occasion but it was still very limited. "I see."

"Well I mean, I use to get medals and was on a first-name basis with the President. It's hard sometimes but I don't think I'd ever go back to my old job if given the chance. I just miss some of it sometimes."

HG looks at the woman, "Really, you have medals?"

Myka pouts a bit, she focused on medals instead of the Presidents or the 'I will never leave you guys' part, "Don't seem too surprised, HG."

HG quickly adopts the demeanor of a woman comforting a child and places her hand on Myka's arm, "Darling, I didn't mean it like that. I am simply curious about them. Will you show me one day?"

The driver nodded, "Sure thing."

HG smiles at the cheeriness her friend was now giving off, "Now what exactly is this package we are acquiring? Because I know you are not simply this happy because of my presence," she teased.

Myka sticks her tongue out playfully and takes a small bite out of her breakfast.

"A mystery it shall remain?" Agent Wells' just laughs and leaves the topic alone. While they're driving to town all she can think about is last night and all the things she should have done instead of playing the trickster. She now had to fear the possible influences of Pete and Claudia upon her choice actions.

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Helena thought she made a solid case about going inside with Myka to get her package, after all, the woman had insisted she come along, so why not let her come inside? She felt so close to convincing Myka that she would not cause a ruckus like last time and would not get offended if that young man, James; happen to call her…'Mrs.' again. She realizes after a brief moment of self-pity that she is indeed comfortable in the vehicle with the cold air. She looks back towards the entrance just as Myka emerges, a medium sized box in tow.

Myka sits it in the back, gets in her seat, takes off her sunglasses, looks over at HG, and gives her a soft smile, "Happy you stayed in here? I think I melted a bit out there."

"Correction, you melted once you saw me."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhmm," HG takes this moment to undo her own ponytail, run her hands slowly through it, lean towards the air-vents, and unbutton her shirt a bit more than usual. Myka was definitely staring, even at HG's chest as she undoes two of the top buttons. She could feel her own body heat rise more when she locks gazes with the woman. HG leans towards her, licks her own lips, and gets close enough that they can feel each other's breath on their faces. Myka freezes.

"Safetybelt." Myka flashes a confused look and instead of doing what she wanted so badly HG reaches for Myka's seatbelt and clicks it into place. She smirks as she sits back down in her seat and does the same with hers. The lightheaded agent puts back on her sunglasses, puts the vehicle in reverse, and heads to the local diner.

"Are you still hungry, darling?"

Myka had to find her voice, still having a hard time thinking, god forbid she have to form thoughts to speech, "Uh, no…I'm not ready to get out of the cold air and I called while I was getting dressed, their a.c. is still working."

"Good, more time for just the two of us." Myka looked at the Brit just in-time to catch her wink.

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Claudia stomps past Leena and Pete in the dining room. "Gaaaaaah! Why the fuck won't Artie just let me fix the goddamn a.c.?!"

Pete winces, normally Claude didn't actually curse, when she did then she was super ticked, "You called the repair guy again?"

She sits down with them and stares up at the ceiling fan, "Yeah, he's got like 8 other places to fix before he comes here. It'll be days! I can't stand this much longer."

Leena pushes her fresh iced-water to Claudia with a soft smile, "Here, I'll call Artie and see if he'll budge. I think it's because he's not dealing with the constant heat like we are."

Pete nods, "He's all cool n' cozy at the Warehouse with Mrs. F and those techies."

Claudia lets out a growl and sips Leena's water. Pete isn't sure what she's angrier about: the heat, not being included in the upgrades, or Fargo dating that blonde chick on the tech team.

Steve bursts through the dining room with swim trunks on, completely soaked, "Aaaaaaaaaaah! I loooove cold showers!" He tackles Claudia, making her almost as wet; she laughs and tries to fend him off. Pete just enjoys watching the two of them play-fight.

Steve wraps his arms around Claudia's shoulders as she sits there still smiling, "So we have everything worked out right? Everyone knows what say and do tonight?"

Everyone nods and Pete tries to imagine how Myka will react to tonight's events. He hopes for the better of the two imagined outcomes.

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Myka has a glass of plain iced-tea in front of her and HG had ordered water too. Both glasses are already sweating though the diner's a.c. unit is working full-time. Myka smiles at HG and excuses herself to the ladies room.

In the small white, one-person bathroom Myka fixes her hair into a neater ponytail. She fights with a loose curl and applies some chap stick. She eyes herself wondering why she was so self-conscious; she was just out with Helena after all. No reason to worry. Oh god, is that a wrinkle? No. This bathroom always did have horrible lighting.

HG uses the window next to her to fix her hair back into a ponytail and wonders if maybe she should button up her shirt just a bit more. The slight draft felt wonderful though, and someone would really have to invade her space to actually see anything. She waves off the thought almost as fast as it came to her. Besides slight cleavage is a necessity when flirting with Myka. After her reaction outside the post-office she was sure of it.

Myka waves to one of the waitresses as she sits back down across from HG. She has the urge to sit next to her but denies herself, wondering what on earth was getting into her. Last night had been a silly game right? Just simple teasing and nothing more, a fact she tries to prove to herself constantly. Her mind goes back to the vehicle with HG so close and the things she suddenly thought of doing to the Victorian before she fastened her seatbelt and severed that heated train of thought. Myka's face warms up again and she feels a familiar feeling below, one that made her blush even more. She reaches a shaky hand out and picks up her cold beverage. The icy liquid does absolutely nothing to cool her desires.

HG had of course been observing her fellow agent since her trek back from the bathroom. The blush on her face was adorable. She wondered if perhaps Myka would blame it on the heat or if with some well placed seduction would confide to her, her true thoughts. "Myka, darling, your face is slightly red. Have you not cooled off enough?"

Myka smiles nervously but quickly collects a calm demeanor, "Well, it is still hot in here. Much better than at the B&B though."

"Hmmm. I thought maybe you were having naughty thoughts."

Myka hadn't expected her friend to say that and almost forgot to keep her voice calm, "Helena! We are in public."

HG looks around them, there are only a handful of customers and they were all at the other end of the diner and certainly none of the employees were paying attention to either of them. "Yes, we are also in the 21st century; a time in which not all things must remain so private."

"Is that it? You're testing the limits of modern day social norms?"

"That wouldn't be the only reason. No, but I do think it rather endearing how less…tightly wound this time is. People like Mr. Jinks do not have to hide who they are."

Myka sips her drink and smiles at her friend, "HG, it's hot in here, that's why my face is red."

"So you say, but I believe it is because you were having arousing thoughts. Of whom, I do not know. But, he is a lucky fellow." HG sips her water and shoots Myka a sly smile.

"'Lucky fellow?" She laughs, "I love it. Please do not ever start talking like you're from this century. Your vernacular adds so much to your charm," she lets out a dreamy sigh.

HG's dark eyes meet her friend's as she continues to smile. She leans across the table some to be closer to Myka, in a hushed, sultry voice she said, "Your delightful praises and wistful sighs make me wonder if perhaps you were thinking of me and not a fellow at all."

Myka's blush creeps back and she is torn between looking in those eyes, at those lips, or down that shirt. She leans back and finally meets the amused look of Helena Wells.

She tries to think of something witty or flirty to say, it had come so easily the night before but now she was so flustered she couldn't think straight. "Come on Agent Wells, time to go back to Leena's."

"Still avoiding the topic?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

HG follows her friend to the register then back to the vehicle. The cool air in the S.U.V. did nothing to deter Myka's heated face.

"It's alright darling, in time you will confess your attraction."

"Helena, I think the heat is going to your head."

"Oh sweet Myka, the heat is going in the opposite direction." It was then that Myka had to physically jerk the steering wheel to keep from hitting a curb. She turns on the radio and refuses to look at her partner for the whole drive back to the B&B. HG was content to sit quietly the entire ride and observe her red faced driver.

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