This chapter is Rated M. Since the chapters are stand alone stories, you can skip this one if you're not into M rated stuff.

Writing smut is not exactly my forte. I've never attempted writing a PWP one-shot, but I wanted to branch out of my comfort zone a little.

Also, my router has been been giving me trouble. If it completely dies on me (hoping not), I won't be able to post for a while. I do plan on continuing to write if that happens and will post at a later date.


"I wish we had more occasions to wear formal wear," Myka breathed as she backed Helena up against the hotel room door, closing it. "You look ridiculously sexy in that dress." She captured Helena's lips in a fierce, deep, passionate kiss, one hand grasping her lover's hip, the other pressed into the door by Helena's head. Her lips soon traveled to Helena's neck as Helena's hands threaded through Myka's mane of curls.

"Modern formal is certainly more appealing than that of a century ago," Helena replied slightly panting. She let out a soft moan as Myka lightly bite down on the spot on her neck that drove her mad, her hands fisting Myka's curls. Helena whimpered faintly when Myka stopped her ministrations, standing again to her full height. Myka was only a few inches taller than her wife, but in situations like these, she used that few inches to her advantage. The hand at Helena's hip slowly traveled upwards, sliding around to her back.

"It's much easier to take off these days, I'd wager," Myka smirked. She slowly dragged the zipper down as she began kissing Helena again. This kiss was far chaster than that of a moment ago. This kiss was gentle, tender, and full of love. It was slow and languid in a way that made Helena's blood boil with lust.

"Much," Helena panted when Myka broke the kiss, pressing her forehead against Helena's. Helena's hands fell from Myka's curls moving down to her back in search of the zipper. She groaned in frustration when her hands found nothing but smooth silk, earning her a chuckle from her wife. "Usually anyway."

"The zipper is on the side," Myka smiled as she leaned back in capturing Helena's lips once again. She continued kissing her in that slow yet passionate way as she released the clasp on Helena's bra. Her fingers lightly stroked the newly exposed skin of her lovers back. She felt Helena's hands slightly trembling as she tugged the zipper on Myka's dress down. Once the zipper was all the way down, Myka stepped back letting the dark green, strapless dress fall to the floor. She gently kicked it aside before stepping out of her heels. She stood there in nothing but black lace panties and matching strapless bra letting Helena's eyes roam over her body. She felt a pull low in her belly at the look of desire on her wife's face. She stepped back into Helena, pressing her body fully against her. She moaned softly at the feel of Helena's satin dress against her now bare skin.

"Hello there," Helena grinned as she was now eye level with her wife. She reached up, combing her fingers through Myka's hair. "I quite like this."

"Don't get used to it," Myka hummed. She slid the straps of Helena's black dress off her shoulders, kissing her shoulder once it was bare. Her lips followed the path of the dress as it slid down Helena's lithe body, her bra falling away as well. She kissed her way down Helena's chest, stopping briefly to tease already aroused nipples into stiff peaks, before continuing down. She sank to her knees as she licked and nuzzled and kissed her way down Helena's taut abdomen, reveling in the quivering of her wife's muscles. She pushed Helena's dress down past her hips, helping her step out of it once it hit the floor. Myka slowly rolled Helena's panties down her legs, stopping occasionally to place a soft kiss to her thigh.

Soon Helena stood there in nothing but her heels, still leaning back against the door gazing down at her wife. Myka gently lifted first Helena's left foot, then her right, quickly removing her shoes and tossing them aside. Myka stayed on her knees, gazing up at her wife adoringly, drinking in the sight of her. Helena ran the tips of her fingers down Myka's cheek smiling debaucherously as she gazed down at her wife. Myka flashed her a smile before leaning forward, pressing a kiss just below her navel, then another one just above the strip of dark hair between her legs. Myka kept her eyes trained up on her wife as she swiped her tongue along her wife's slit.

Myka took hold of one of Helena's thighs, kissing the inside of her knee, further up on the inside of her thigh, then again at the bend where her thigh met her body. Myka looked up again as she licked up Helena's slit again from her opening to her clit. She watched as Helena bit down on her lip to attempt to stifle her moans. Helena's hands tangled in Myka's curls again as she arched her back, her head pressing into the door. She lightly scratched her nails against Myka's scalp eliciting a growl from her wife, the vibrations of which shot straight through her core causing her hips to rock into Myka's face.

Myka just barely dipped her tongue inside Helena and she felt her muscles clench in anticipation. Myka began slowly thrusting her tongue into her, one hand grasping at Helena's thigh over her shoulder, then other hand on Helena's hip. She kept her eyes on Helena's face as she pleasured her, watching as her wife tried to keep quiet. Myka withdrew her tongue, smiling at Helena's distraught whimper. Myka moved her hand from Helena's hip to her wife's slit stroking from her opening to her clit and back, spreading her arousal throughout her folds. She felt Helena's hand tighten in her hair, trying to guide her back where she needed her.

"You don't have to keep quiet here," Myka remarked as she continued stroking her folds. Helena cracked her eyes open, staring down at her wife with eyes full of need. Myka kissed the top of her slit as Helena released her lip letting out an absolutely delicious moan. "That's it. Let me hear you," Myka smirked devilishly as she plunged two fingers inside. She lowered her head once again circling Helena's clit with her tongue.

Helena's back arched again as Myka sucked her clit into her mouth. Myka glanced up, she loved to watch her wife while pleasuring her, the sight that greeted her made her groan and throb with need. Helena, back arched and head thrown back, was groping and palming at her own breasts. Myka felt her own arousal building at the sight as she pumped her fingers into her wife. Helena was building fast, her coordination becoming nonexistent as she clutched at Myka's hair, her hips rocking and her eyes closed tight. Helena cried out Myka's name as her body began to shake. Myka continued to pump her fingers into her wife as Helena's orgasm overwhelmed her. Myka sucked her wife dry, drawing out her orgasm until she was so weak that her hand fell from Myka's hair. Myka stayed on her knees, smiling up at her wife when she wasn't pressing soft kisses to her thigh, delighting in every aftershock.

When Helena's orgasm ended Myka gently removed her fingers as Helena let her leg slip off of Myka's shoulder before lowering herself into her lap. She leaned forward and drew Myka into a slow, sweet, tender kiss. Helena moaned as she tasted herself on Myka's lips. Even with the arousal coursing through them both, the kiss remained sweet, loving, and chaste. Myka's fingertips lightly stroking the small of Helena's back as Helena rest her arms over Myka's shoulders.

"I love you," Myka whispered once the kiss broke.

"Mmm," Helena hummed as she rest her forehead against Myka's. "I love you."

They kissed languidly for long minutes before Helena requested they move to the bed. She stood up, holding her hand out for Myka helping her to her feet. Helena pulled Myka into another kiss while pushing her back towards the bed at the same time. Theirs hands groped feverishly at each other as they stumbled over to the bed. Their mouths remained fused together until the backs of Myka's legs hit the bed. In a move surprising Helena, Myka spun them around lowering Helena onto the mattress. Myka hovered over her wife, kissing her slowly, letting her lips travel down the column of Helena's throat.

Helena moaned as Myka nibbled on her earlobe, tugging gently. "I thought it was your turn," she managed to choke out as her breathing became labored once again.

"I never said it wasn't," Myka smirked. She kissed Helena one last time before standing, Helena sitting up trying to keep their lips connected as Myka pulled away. "Move back and lie down," Myka gently commanded. "Please," she amended at Helena's raised eyebrow.

As Helena complied, Myka reached behind herself releasing the clasp of her bra. She tossed the garment aside, then quickly removed her panties. Myka climbed back on the bed, on top of Helena, settling over her hips and leaning forward with an intent expression on her face. She captured Helena's lips in a passionate kiss, both women moaning as their centers came together. Myka started rocking her hips, her hands palming Helena's breasts as she continued kissing her. Helena brought her hands to the bend of Myka's hips, pulling the taller woman against her. Myka's curls fell over her shoulders brushing against Helena's chest. Myka slid a hand down, taking hold of Helena's, guiding it where she needed her. Myka broke the kiss, moaning as Helena cupped her center. Myka sat up, gazing hungrily at her wife.

"Please, baby," Myka begged as Helena teased her opening with alternating pressure from just the tips of her fingers.

"If getting to dress in formal wear does this to you," Helena smirked as she continued the light pressure. "I shall find us more occasions to wear it."

Myka licked her lips as she rocked her hips against Helena's hand, attempting to entice her wife inside. She let loose a deep moan as the heel of Helena's hand pressed against her clit. "Spending a few hours fantasizing about taking you out of your dress is what did this to me," Myka panted. "Please, baby."

Helena finally relented, plunging two fingers into Myka, hooking them. Using her left hand on Myka's hip, she pulled her down, which in turn pressed the back of her hand against her own center.

Myka arched her back, driving their hips together, as she rode her wife's hand. Myka fell forwards, resting her hands on Helena's breasts, using the leverage as she thrust her hips down. She began groping her wife's breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples as she kept the rhythm of her hips in time. This time, Helena didn't bother trying to hold back her cries of pleasure.

"Beautiful," Helena whispered as Myka's back arched again, her thighs squeezing Helena's hips. Myka's near silent moan as she came was soon countered by Helena's loud, drawn out cry, both of their bodies shaking.

Myka, all of her strength seemingly gone, collapsed on top of Helena, hissing as Helena withdrew her fingers. She stretched out atop her wife, sighing as she nuzzled Helena's neck. She kissed Helena's neck as she felt her still wet hand come to rest on the curve of her ass. Helena's other hand slid up from Myka's hip to trail her fingers up Myka's spine. She coiled one of Myka's curls around her finger as they lie in the silence, enjoying their combined afterglows.

"I hope your parents don't take offence to us not taking them up on their offer to stay the night in your old room," Helena said breaking the silence.

"Really?" Myka mused raising her head. She narrowed her eyes, gently shaking her head at Helena. "We're lying here together, me on top of you completely naked, and you are thinking about my parents?"

"Well, they haven't quite warmed up to me yet," Helena defended. "Forgive me for not wanting my wife's parents to hate me."

"They don't hate you," Myka replied pressing a quick kiss to Helena's lips.

"They don't exactly like me."

"They're just trying to get used to this. My sexuality was never something I discussed with my family, or even hinted at. Bringing you home with me for Tracy's birthday last March, and introducing you as my wife, was admittedly, not the best idea."

"Perhaps not," Helena smiled in return.

"And don't worry about not accepting the offer to stay at the house," Myka continued. "My mom was just being polite. She knows that I had outgrown that bed before I left for college. There's no way both of us would fit in it."

"I beg to differ," Helena grinned. "We're not taking up very much of this bed right now."

"Oh hush," Myka chuckled rising from the bed. "Up," she said holding her hand out for her wife.

"Are you kicking me out of bed now?" Helena asked with a smirk taking Myka's hand to stand next to her.

"Nope," Myka replied. "Just cold." Myka climbed back into the bed, under the covers this time. She held them up for Helena to join her. She immediately slipped under the covers, snuggling into Myka's side as she did. Myka wrapped her arm around Helena kissing her forehead as Helena rested her head on her shoulder and her hand in the space between Myka's breasts. "Now, get some sleep. My parents do expect us there for breakfast before our flight."