kloperslegend asked: Prompt: Helena and Myka go road-tripping and somewhere along the way, run out of gas. Hilarity - or fluff? - ensues?
The prompt is from a call for fluff prompts I put out a while ago…I may have been distracted by other things.
This is a continuation of the chapter called 'Truck'. I may rearrange the chapters soon, to actually put them in chrono order, so if there is a mass of updates, that's what it is.
"Maybe if you had spent the money on a decent car, this wouldn't have happened."
"It's not the cars fault you refused to pull over for gas the last twenty miles. I told you we needed to fill her up."
"Oh, it's a her now?"
"That's what you want to focus on?"
"What do you what me to focus on?"
"Maybe getting us a tow-truck?"
"I already called every place nearby; I can't make them magically open on a Sunday night. This is what happens when you insist that we take the scenic route."
Myka groaned then turned away from Helena.
"Where are you going?" Helena demanded.
Myka just waved her arms absently before crawling into the back of the truck.
"Myka?" She groaned in frustration when Myka closed the back, effectively cutting them off from each other. Helena sighed and started to pace next to the truck. She ran her hand through her hair a few times and checked her watch.
After a few minutes, she sighed again and stopped, staring at the back of the truck. She couldn't stay mad long, not at Myka.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly opened the truck.
Myka was curled up in the farthest corner, her book light casting stark shadows across her face. She had pulled out her glasses to read and was biting her bottom lip. She said nothing as Helena climbed into the truck, closing the doors behind her. She pretended to focus on her book as Helena crawled towards her, then sat in front of her, cross legged.
"I'm sorry," Helena said after a few minutes of watching Myka stare at the same page. "I'm as stubborn as a bloody mule."
"But a cute mule," Myka replied. She looked at Helena over her glasses and smiled lightly.
Helena scoffed. "I am certainly cuter than a mule."
Myka hummed as she set her book to the side. "If you say so."
Helena laughed and attacked Myka's sides, tickling her mercilessly.
"Stop! Helena!" Myka shrieked through her laughter.
"Then admit that I am cuter than a mule." Her fingers stilled for a few moments as Myka seemed to contemplate, then resumed their actions when Myka shook her head.
Myka squirmed beneath her and tried to push away, but Helena had her cornered and trapped.
"Okay, okay," Myka finally relented. She grabbed Helena's hands and lifted them to her lips, kissing her knuckles. "You are much cuter than a mule."
"Thank you," Helena grinned.
"A donkey on the other hand…"