4. Claudia

Myka was doing inventory in the warehouse, wiling away the hours until her wife returned from a mission with Steve. At first she had been worried that she was turning into one of "those" women who were all needy until their other halves were beside them again.

Then she rationalized that she had almost lost Helena so many times, that she was entitled to be a little needy.

"Busy, darling?"

Myka turned around and her face lit up at the sight of her wife standing in front of her. "Helena. Never too busy for you" She walked over and took her wife in her arms, kissing her deeply. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, love." Helena's hands ran down Myka's body. "Even more so after that very naughty phone call you gave me last night. You are very lucky that young Steve and I were not sharing a room."

Myka smirked, her fingers slipping under Helena's shirt. "You liked that, huh?"

Helena closed her eyes at the feel of Myka's fingers gently stroking her abdomen. "Very much."

Myka decided not to wait any longer and stripped Helena out of her shirt and bra. She filled her hands with her wife's breasts, stroking and caressing them before paying extra attention to her nipples. Helena gasped and arched forward, aching for more contact.

"Undress," Helena ordered her wife. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

Myka pulled off her shirt and bra, and was instantly pulled into Helena's arms. She groaned in pleasure as she felt their bare breasts against each other.

"This is what was missing last night," Helena murmured, her fingers trailing down Myka's back. "Your heated skin against mine. Your soft lips on my skin." Her hand ran down to skim over Myka's denim-clad centre. "Your wetness against my thigh."

Myka decided at that moment she had to have her. She reached out and undid Helena's pants, and she could feel Helena doing the same to her own jeans. Her entire body was vibrating with need and she couldn't wait any longer.

Her fingers slid down beneath the waistbands of Helena's clothing and she sighed with pleasure as she encountered wet heat.

"Yes, and I distinctly think this part was definitely missing from last night," Helena said, her voice breathless. She slipped her fingers down Myka's pants and purred with delight when she found out how wet Myka was. "Definitely missing."

"I love you," Myka whispered, before crushing her lips to Helena's.

The older woman moaned into the kiss, a whimper escaping her as Myka's thumb began to circle her clit.

"I love you too," Helena managed to whisper, resting her head on Myka's shoulder.

Myka's free arm tightened around her wife and pulled them impossibly close. Two fingers thrust deeply into her wife and she matched her rhythm to Helena's, who was busy doing the same to Myka.

She knew it was not going to take them long before they both came – it was always this way when they had been apart. Myka could feel Helena's palm hitting her clit on every thrust and it was making her see stars. She could just hear Helena whispering things against her shoulder – about how wet Myka was, how much she loved being inside her, how much she had missed her, and how much she had loved Myka's foray into phone sex the previous night.

Then Helena hooked her fingers inside Myka and the heel of her palm pressed against Myka's clit again, and Myka felt herself fall over the edge into an intense orgasm.

Her fingers stilled inside Helena, but apparently they must have been in the right position and she pushed her palm against Helena's clit, listening as her wife moaned her release into Myka's shoulder.

Myka was relieved that Helena was resting against a wall, otherwise they both probably would have fallen on something, and in the Warehouse, falling anywhere never ended well.

She found Helena's lips and kissed her softly, and was just about to ease her fingers out when they were interrupted.

"Holy shitballs!"

Myka stayed pressed up against Helena to hide their breasts, and was eminently grateful they had been so into each other they'd left their pants on.

"Dudes! I know you like having sex in the Warehouse – I don't know why, maybe it's kinda dangerous or something because of the artifacts, but you're doing it right next to the first webserver! That's like desecration or something!"

"Claudia," Helena began…"

"The first webserver! The origin of all that is great!"

Myka shushed her wife who was about to go on a rant about how the Gutenberg press was actually the origin of all that is great when the workstation started humming. It played out a perfect 8 bit version of "bow-chicka-wow".

Claudia turned to the station. "Really?"

The workstation ignored her and began scrolling "the internet is for porn" continuously across the monitor.

Claudia looked between the monitor and Myka and Helena, who were still locked together up against a shelf. She shook her head.

"And I was the one they locked up in the nuthouse."