Chapter 9
Tub StopA/N Bar Stop is my "Toy Box"; I pull out ideas and play with them.
A big thanks to T-Rahz for this Toy.
Disclaimer : I own nothing, nada, not a dang thing..except my Toys :D
Myka was in her kitchen when she heard her apartment door shut and that familiar British voice. "Sweetie, I'm home," her lover called out to her.
The American came out to greet the Brit, wrapping her arms around Helena's waist and pulling the older woman's body into her's. Myka leaned her head down, brushing her lips against the engineer's, her tongue seeking out Helena's. She relished the unique taste that she had missed these past few days.
Helena moaned as she laced her fingers through those auburn curls, pulling back from those soft lips, breathlessly she said, " I missed you, my love." Their foreheads now resting against each other, Myka replied, "I missed you too baby, now, go sit on the couch and rest your back. I'm just getting dinner started for us."
The older woman gave her a quick kiss, nipping the younger woman's bottom lip as she pulled away. "I'm glad your back love, it felt like forever with you gone." Myka playfully smacked Helena's backside as she made her back to the kitchen. "Tell me, how did it go at the doctor's office today? Did Dr Caulder say when you could go back to work?" Myka asked, busily preparing their meal. Helena sat down on the couch and took her shoes off before leaning back, "among other things that we discussed, she said I could return on Monday morning, barring any extra curricular activities over the weekend."
Myka slid the meatloaf into the oven, checking on the potatoes, she asked, "so then, you were honest in what you told the good doctor was the cause of your back going out? How did...I mean, what exactly did you tell her?" Myka asked as she came into the room and sat down, handing Helena a glass of their favorite libation. "Oh, just the truth, darling, I swear the woman didn't even bat an eyelash when I started to give her details."
They both sipped their drinks as Myka tucked her legs under herself. Brushing a few silken tresses behind Helena's ear, the younger woman asked, " what did the doctor say after you told her what we...um...what happened... " a slight blush warming her cheeks.
" Myka my love, I do so love it when you blush, " Helena teased, a playful smile on her face. She leaned over and kissed the profiler's reddened cheek.
" I didn't tell her everything darling, just enough for her to get the idea. She told me that the extra use of my muscles inflamed my old riding injury. That I , we , should refrain for a little while, it looks as though I will be, as you so eloquently put it that night, a 'pillow queen' for at least 2 weeks."
Myka chuckled as she got up, taking both glasses with her as she made her way back to the kitchen, "damn right you are going to be the pillow queen. We had a deal, I let you have first go, then I get to take you in every room come my turn, but , that is not happening till your back feels better. "
The engineer smiled as she laid her head against the top of the couch, "yes my love and I, for one am looking forward to that."
Hearing a ping from the kitchen, Helena tilted her head upwards, "is dinner ready?"
Myka came back in and kissed the Brit's soft lips, "no baby, that 'ping' was your heating pad warming up in the microwave, now be a good patient and sit up, I need to put this pad behind you and then I need to finish getting dinner ready."
Myka had served them both dinner on the couch, not wanting her lover to move any more than she had to. After finishing their meal, Helena was placing her plate down on the coffee table when she noticed a letter sitting just underneath the dish. "Myka, what is this? " She asked as she looked over the letter.
The profiler tilted her head towards the dark-haired woman as she was clearing off the coffee table, "oh yeah, I left that there to remind me to ask you, do you have any business meetings or plans, I mean, are you going to be free next Friday night? "
Helena gently grabbed Myka's wrists, stilling the younger woman's movements. "Please love, put those dishes down and come sit here," the Brit said as she patted the space next to her on the couch. The profiler complied with a sigh and sat down. Taking both hands and placing them in Myka's , Helena leaned forward and brushed her lips against the younger woman's cheek.
" My darling Myka, we are a couple, yes?" the brit asked, the younger woman nodded her head, yes. "You do not have to ask me if I am ever available for you. I am always here for you, you are my love," Helena said as she cupped Myka's face, emotion brimming in her eyes, "you, Myka, are a part of me now, any place you are, that is my home, you needn't ever ask if I am available for you." Myka brushed away a tear with the pad of her thumb as she leaned into Helena's hand. " now then, what is this all about, mmm?" the Brit asked as she leaned in to kiss her american.
Myka smiled as she kissed her back, whispering, "I love you so much Helena, you are the...you are my everything."
Wiping the tears away from her face and clearing her throat, she continued, "okay, this is an award thing, like a big get together for the bureau that they have every year, I have been given a commendation for solving that cold-case from a few months back and director Dickenson said I had to attend this year's dinner and accept it and it's in town this year and I usually hate going to these things and... " Helena kissed those rambling lips, smiling at how adorable Myka was when she got flustered. " Love, what do you need from me? "
The profiler got down on both knees in front of the engineer, taking a deep breath she asked, " Helena, would you be my date for the award ceremony? " Helena stood, taking both the profiler's hands as she helped Myka up, "of course my darling, it would be my honor to escort you." She wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck and tilted her head up for a chaste kiss. Before long, the kiss deepened and she pulled Myka towards the bedroom, needing to connect with more than just her lover's lips. As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, the Brit began to slowly undress her American. With each layer of clothing removed, the Brit kissed the exposed skin of the profiler. Laying them both on the bed, the engineer worked her lips down, laying heated but loving kisses along the younger woman's quivering flesh.
Myka weaved her slender fingers into Helena's silken hair, tracing the shell of the brit's ears with her thumbs as Helena blew warm air over her heated core. The profiler's legs opened up for the Brit, just as a night-blooming Jasmine would unfold it's petals to night's cool mist. Helena, with pure adoration in her eyes, pressed gentle kisses on those petals, paying homage to the beauty unfolding before her. Fingers traced intricate patterns over hyper-sensitive skin as tongue followed suit on the delicate flower.
The profiler's moans were filling the room, the prurient sounds further fueling the Brit's passion for this woman. Both were so caught up in the loving moment, that neither heard the creaking of wood until it was too late. A loud crash, followed by a sudden thud and a banshee-like scream, made both women jump in shock.
The tub had come crashing down from the apartment directly above Myka's. There, sitting in the porcelain tub was a shocked red-head, all three woman, eyes wider than saucers, just stared at the mess of shattered wood and plaster, water pouring down like a waterfall inside Myka's bedroom.
" Bugger it all to hell! " the Brit yelled. The profiler stood, stone-cold motionless as she watched the water flood her room, the bed sheet pressed against her bear form. The young red-head covered her eyes upon seeing her naked friend before her and raised her hand, waving to the Brit, "hey HG..I..ummm..Frack!"
Mustering up what little decorum she had left, the older woman spoke up. "Darling, this is my young neighbor, Ms. Claudia Donovan. Claudia, I'd like you to meet my better half, Myka Bering."
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