Chapter 2
Myka's BirthdayA/N This is a special chapter for Bar Stop. I am not very comfortable with writing graphic sex scenes, but will try.
This chapter picks up from the middle of Chapter 20 December 22
* Key Largo 1948 movie starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall
No Beta, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy
Helena had come home late that morning, a bouquet of yellow and orange Marigolds and a bottle of Jameson's in her arms and a gift bag dangling from her shoulder. Myka had set the alarm on her phone for four AM after their last phone call at 1201 am….
{ " Sweetie, I am so sorry for taking so long, DOT decided to spring a surprise inspection and the plant loaded the trucks with the wrong mix" Helena sighed "Please sweetie, say something"
Myka bit her lower lip, knowing it was not Helena's fault "It's okay baby, do you have any idea when you might come home?" Myka could hear the almost audible sigh from Helena " No sweetie, it does not look good for an early night..but on the bright side, I did wish you a happy birthday at the stroke of midnight" Myka gave a light chuckle " Yes baby, you were the first to wish me a happy birthday" }
"Sweetie, I'm home" Helena set the bottle and gift bag down,the smell of roasted garlic filling Myka's apartment. Getting no reply, she walked into the kitchen with the flowers. She rummaged through the cabinets,looking and then finding a vase, filling up the vase with water as she looked over the stove " I should really learn how to cook" she mumbled as she fluffed up the flowers.
" You really should, baby"
Helena smirked as she felt the warmth of Myka's arms around her waist, that delicious body pressing against her back as her American kissed her neck. " My most sincere apologies for burning the toast the other night" Helena turned in Myka's arms, gently kissing those sweet lips, the Brit tugged on her American's bottom lip with her teeth." Happy birthday sweetie, I am sorry for running late" Myka nipped at the Brit's neck as she looked at the flowers over Helena's shoulder " Marigolds, you remembered " Helena pulled back in her arms.
" Of course love, I remember everything that passes over those sweet lips of yours. I feel terrible that you have to slave away over a hot stove on your special day." Myka smiled as she poured them both a glass of their favorite libation, musing over how they had first met because of it.
" No worries baby,besides, I enjoy cooking for us. What with your crazy work hours at night, I told you, it makes sense for me to cook, I just want a special meal with you, alone, in my place, for my birthday." Myka was slowly walking toward Helena, a salacious look growing as she eyed her Brit over the rim of the glass as she sipped on her drink. The Brit was walking backwards with each step Myka took towards her, a smirk playing on her lips, Helena was slowly getting turned on with each predtroy step her American took toward her.
" I..I really need to shower, love, it was a long night" Helena stammered a bit as she felt her back connecting with the wall. Myka gave her a small smirk as took the Brits glass from her hand " Okay, baby, I will….." kissing and biting at the Brits neck " I'll just check on dinner" Myka now had Helena fully flush against the wall, her hips slowly grinding into her Brits, a slight thrust of her hips into Helena's, punctuating each word she spoke " If you need me to scrub your back, just whistle, you do know how to whistle, don't you? Just put your lips together..and blow" Helena groaned as Myka thrusted her hips into her, barely catching the reference to the old black and white movie they watched the morning before.*
Helena had to suppress a groan as she watched her American's lips wrap around a fork full of steak and blue cheese. She was having a hard time concentrating on the wonderful meal Myka had prepared for them. " Baby, how is your steak? Is it rare enough?" Helena smiled, watching the candle light reflecting in perfect, green eyes. " Yes, my love, everything is divine. You have outdone yourself, once again. Now, sit, let me clean up." Helena said as she lead Myka over to the couch.
Helena stood over Myka as she handed her a glass of the Irish whiskey,clinking the glass, Helena leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on her Profiler's lips " I'll be back in a few after I clean up, love, you outdid yourself, now, let me take care of you." Myka's hand furrowed into those silken locks as she pulled her Brit on top of her lap. Their lips danced across each others, tongues struggling for dominance until Myka let out a soft moan of submission, reveling in the feel of her Brit's hands under her shirt, tugging and pinching until her nipples harden. " I have two gifts to bestow upon you, my love" Helena whispered into Myka's neck, raising her head to meet lust-ladened green eyes, the Engineer reached into the gift bag that still sat at the end of the couch. She handed the first of the gifts to Myka.
As Helena sat back on Myka's lap, she watched as her American opened the crush velvet blue box. Myka brought her hand up to her mouth, suppressing a sob that threatened to burst forth. " Their beautiful Helena, I..I don't..how did you.." The Brit tilted her American's face up to meet her eyes. " I told you love, I remember everything that passes over those lips..You once told me how you lost your Grandmama's Diamond earrings, a family heirloom, and you were heartbroken over it." Helena took each one out,placing each one into the holes on either side of Myka's earlobes. " They may not be the exact ones, but, now, you will have these's to pass on, one day, to your own Granddaughter."
If it wasnt for the tears streaming down Myka's face, she would have berated Helena for implying that she would ever have a grandchild to pass them on too.
Helena wiped away the tears from Myka's cheeks, letting out a small gasp as she felt Myka's cool hands under the hem of her shirt,skimming over her bare skin, lifting, then tossing it aside as she whispered against Helena's lips " Thank you baby, they are beautiful" They pressed their lips together,slow and loving, then building into heated,fervent passion. Helena maneuvered them into a prone position on the couch, all the while unbuttoning her jeans. Helena pulled at Myka's pants, working down as she bunched then divested Myka of her shirt and bra up over those heavenly breasts. Loving attention was spent on both nipples till they harden into glorious peaks. Myka raised her hips as to help Helena ease off her jeans and underwear.
Helena sat back on her heels, awestruck at the loving woman who lay before her. " Their beauty pales in comparison to the Exquisite Goddess that is you" Helena kissed and nipped along Myka's skin,working slow loving nips along her calf, her lips pressing more urgently with each kiss further up those toned legs until her breath caught in her throat. Her American was now shaking, her skin aglow and flush. Myka's center was moist and glistening with anticipation, no longer able to hold back, Helena kissed those swollen lips, her tongue slipping through moist folds. Watching those perfect breast rise and fall with each gasp of breath drawn in, Helena tugged gently with her teeth at that swollen bundle of nerves, two fingers curling up to that sweet spot until her American's thighs quivered and shook.
Myka leaned against the wood frame that separated the kitchen from the living room. Her arms crossed around her chest, a look of love and adoration on her face as she watched her Brit humming to herself as she went about cleaning up from dinner. Myka could see the faint sway of Helena's hips under the blue, long-sleeved unbuttoned blouse that hung open as she scrubbed the the last of the dishes. Myka tighten the shahs of her robe as Helena turned toward to her. " Sweetie, what are you doing just standing there? Is there anything I can get you?" Myka hadn't heard a word her Brit said. She was too distracted tracing imaginary lines and nonsensical patterns from freckle to freckle across Helena's bare chest that was exposed from the open shirt. Myka's eyes travel down with each freckle till her vision of alabaster and freckles on a toned stomach were cut short by the bothersome waistband of black boyshorts.
"I was just admiring the scenery, and...I am wearing your second gift, Baby" Helena wiped her hands on the dish towel, a slow smirk played across her lips " Oh yeah? and how does it feel, birthday girl?" Myka gave an impish grin as she undid her robe. "Oh my" Helena whispered "You did promise that, if I let you go first, that night, that I could 'take you' in every room of my place. Did you not, Ms Wells?" Helena gulped, then felt that familiar rush of heat course through her veins " A Wells" she said as she straightened her shoulders" Never,ever breaks a promise, my love" Helena said as she threw the dish towel over her shoulder. Myka let out a low moan as she watched her Brit bend over the sink, shaking her rear in the air " Come on birthday girl, don't be shy" Helena smirked, thinking she would call her American's bluff.
Another low moan escaped Myka's lips as she surged behind her Brit, her teeth connecting at heated flesh on Helena's neck at the same instant her phallic excitement pressed against that glorious ass. Myka growled out as she slipped the tip at swollen flesh, her hands digging into firm hips, holding her Brit in place as she whispered, tracing her tongue just behind the shell of her Brits ear, licking at soft flesh. " Dont tease me, Wells...you are mine" Helena let out a small gasp,then a whimper as she felt Myka enter her, slowly, one inch at a time. Her hand turned white from gripping on the kitchen faucet as Myka slowly inched inside her,then, just as her breath hitched, Myka drew back, a slow grin adorning her face as Myka held her hips in place, against the bucking of wanting to take all of her phallic essence into her.
Helena started to buck her hips, her head making a soft 'thud' on the kitchen counter as Myka's nails dug into her flesh, refusing to let Helena push further into her, Myka whispered." Not yet, Baby, I want to watch your lips devour this..devour me" Myka said, as she pulled out, just till the tip was pressing against wet, lust-laden lips. Myka reached around to pinch on a harden nipple as Helena let a groan escape from the intense contrasts of pain and pleasure that was overloading her senses " Damn baby, you feel so good" Myka husked against her Brits ear as she deepened her thrust and held it in her. A slight grind of Myka's hips had Helena tossing her head back as she leaned up, her head making contact with her American's strong shoulder. Myka's finger's slid down the taut stomach and over her Brit's harden clit, her fingers danced over the harden bundle of nerves as she felt the shaft slipping up and down over her lust moisten digits.
Helena let an almost Banshee cry of frustration as Myka pulled out " Sweetie...don't" Helena could barely whisper out as Myka turned her around. Helena started to rip her shirt off as she laid fervent kisses along Myka,s collarbone. Nipping and biting, her teeth clenching at flesh as Myka tried to pull back." No baby, leave your shirt on" she husked out as she started to lift her Brit up on the kitchen counter.
The black boyshorts long discarded as Myka wrapped those long,luscious legs around her waist. Guiding her Brits lips onto her shaft, a sharp intake of air was heard from both " Fuck sweetie" the Brit husked out as the American impaled her. Arms and hands were wrapped in a death grip as Myka walked them over to the living room " Every room in the house, you promised, Baby" Myka said as she pushed them against the wall next to the front door. Myka's hips bucked wildly as her forearm and hand hit the wall, increasing the delicious thrusts. " God, Please...harder sweetie, take me...make me yours." Helena all but screamed out as her head, then body, made contact with the plaster next to the hardwood door. The hard,incessant pounding of Myka in her, her breath ripping at her Profiler's skin " Make me come, sweetie" Myka let out a feral growl as her hips increased with every fevered breath " Yeah baby? you like this, don't you..you are my girl..tell me..say it...please" Helena tried to restrain her eyes from rolling back with each, deep thrust " Yes..I am..your girl" Myka thrusted harder, the sound of flesh slapping, wet, lust laden flesh, the knocking on the door was almost drowned out by wanton groans and declarations of undying love and lust... "Myka?...Agent Bering?"
"Artie?" Myka said in a shrill voice as her nails scraped at the oak,hardwood door under her nails. "Myka? I have the forms you need to fill out, plus..a little card..really, its nothing but..would you please open the door?"
"Oh Hell no!, that is so not happening" Helena let out a small laugh, then a heated groan as Myka tensed up,feeling through the ' Myka' phallic that had filled her up. Helena groaned into Myka's shoulder as voices grew louder, causing her hips to jerk. " Artie, just slid it under the damn door, I am...predisposed at the time" Helena let out a soft chuckle as Myka's head thumped against the door, Myka in kind, thrusted her hips further, with a heated buck, into Helena, causing her to bite down her moan into soft flesh. " It won't fit" the 'Special Agent in Charge' yelled through the door.
" MAKE IT FIT " was snarled out by Myka as Helena felt the growl shoot straight down her spine. Tightening her legs around her Profiler's back,she then started to ride her Profiler's hips. Myka watched as the envelope inched its way under the door." Damn sweetie...don't stop..I'm coming for you" was all Myka heard as they both collapsed onto the floor. Helena stilled Myka's hips as she leaned down a bit,cupping her Profilers face in her hands " Sweetie..happy birthday " lust ladened eyes stilled, giving way to love and adoration " I love you,Baby"
Helena moaned out as Myka thrusted harder into her, the sounds of groans almost drowned out the muffled goodbye from the 'Special Agent in Charge'.
" God..yes" Helena screamed out as she rode the hard phallus that was Myka " Yes baby..." was all Myka could stutter out as Helena rode her like a Jockey in the Triple crown. Helena's knees were screaming out in pain from the hard wood floor, but that did not befuddle her as she felt Myka's hips buck and quiver. Helena could have sworn she felt Myka coming inside her .