At the warehouse Myka cloistered herself down in the stacks. Attempting to loose herself in the joys of inventory, but grateful to have an excuse to remain on her own.
Humming to herself she allowed her mind to drift, it started off rather innocently on a new dress she had just bought, and how sexy she looked in it. And then she wondered when she'd have an excuse to wear it, perhaps she'd go out on a date. I bet Helena is an amazing date, I bet her kisses at the end of the evening don't taste like garlic, her body involuntarily shuddering at the disaster that was her last blind date.
She heard a voice calling out her name in the distance.
"Over here" she shouted. In the vague direction of the disembodied voice. She turned her head back to cataloguing the items on the shelf, a slight smile playing across her lips as she contemplated what kissing Helena would be like. Probably tastes like tea, or strawberries or something else British. Perhaps I should ask her on a date? We have after all slept together, haha. There was a small voice in the back of her head that decided to remind her she hadn't yet discovered why Helena had crawled into her bed in the middle of the night naked.
Helena appeared around the corner, with a wry smile on her face.
"Myka darling, Artie indicated that you may need some assistance down here", Mykas expression alternated between shock, trepidation and desire.
"Well, er, yes. An extra hand would be…great" She glanced at Helenas face. A bit perplexed that her body language seemed to show it was business as usual, that she didn't wake up in Mykas bed this morning, naked and with Myka contemplating peering beneath her sheet. Debating whether or not to bring it up, and aware she'd been staring at Helenas face longer than social etiquette allowed, her mouth suddenly formed the words
"So, are we…going to talk about this morning?" Helena glanced up at her confused, Myka thinking that she should probably stop, ended up plowing onwards anyway "You know, this morning? You, naked, in my bed, my hands…well…you know. None of this ringing a bell?" She could feel her face flushing red again, as Helena turned her body to face Myka and flashed a seductive smile towards her,
"Oh Myka darling, have you been having erotic dreams about me?" Myka paused for a moment, her brain frustratingly stuck on how erotic sounded coming out in a british accent.
"No, no. Definitely not a dream, I squeezed, your you know…take my word for it. Definitely NOT a dream"
"Myka darling, I'm pretty certain I would have noticed waking up in your bed and unclothed. Especially if you'd been squeezing my… 'you knows'."
"Well, if it wasn't you than who was it?" A rhetorical question of course, and one she couldn't help but feel had something to do with an artifact. In the end these things always seemed to be at the root of her problems.
Helena was still watching her, a naughty little smile playing across her face, "You're contemplating an artifact darling? One that reveals your secret desires?" Helena had moved closer, inching her way towards Myka so that she could just feel the body heat from the other woman. "your innermost dreams? Because if you'd let me know sooner…"
Mykas gaze had dropped to Helenas lips, watching as a pink tongue snuck out and caressed a top lip. The smile on the lips grew even wider causing Myka to dare a glance up, subconsciously pulling aside her collar to try and cool how stifling hot she had gotten.
"Haha, no…yes…I just…" her eyes wandered back down to those lips, automatically licking her own "I think perhaps, perhaps I should speak to Artie…maybe now, err, see you later?"
Up through the aisles, she was inwardly berating herself I'm pretty certain even I noticed that was flirting, licking her lips. Why didn't I just grab her right there and then and take her up against the shelves, a wave of desire shot through her at the thought, pausing her step for just a moment. Yeah Myka, of course. That's just like you. Always in control, you just couldn't hand it over to her for once, if you weren't such chickenshit you'd know if she tasted like strawberries or tea by now.
She stomped up to the office, but it wasn't until she was standing in front of Artie that she realised she hadn't quite thought of what she was going to say, without revealing the exact nature that the issue had come up.
"Well, agent Bering. Are you just going to stand there wasting our time, or do you have something you need?" Artie in his usual gruff manner prodded her along.
Thankful, that for the moment, they were the only two in the office, and not sure how long it was going to remain that way, she attempted to explain
"I've been having dreams, very very vivid dreams. Well, I thought they weren't dreams, until the person…" oh fuck it "I woke up this morning with Helena in my bed, but she says she was never there." It came out in a rush. Myka already wincing, waited for Arties response.
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