Chapter 11
Lift StopA/N : I am so not up on the latest fashions, so I am thankful for all of the help and great Beta job from T-rahz [T-rahz: I don't know fashion either, but I'm friends with Google. lol]
Disclaimer : I own nothing of SyFy, it's shows or these lovely ladies.
"Charles, I really need to get going….yes, FBI...no, it is an awards dinner for all of the agents receiving commendations...no, not for shooting some perp….really Charles, you can be such a wanker sometimes….look Charles, I am very proud of her and all she has done…..Yes, I really do...Myka is very special to me….no I do not think, I know it is love...Charles, stop singing that damn 'kissing in a tree' ditty….GOD, you are such a git. No, I haven't told her yet….because I want it to be a surprise for both her and Peter….probably at the halloween party Peter and his wife Amanda are hosting….yes...this Christmas we will both be there... no...she was in London once, something to do with Interpol and working with them…..I know Charles, it is not Scotland Yard...no, she said she didn't have much time for sightseeing...you know Charles, some Americans are quite nice…...yes...I will be meeting her whole family for thanksgiving...of course I will behave...I know I can't stand pumpkin pie….she is coming in now Charles, I have to run, Cheers."
Helena started to put the phone back down but stopped as soon as she saw Myka walking into the living room. The younger woman's head was bent to the side as she was adjusting her earring. "What surprise for me and Pete is that, babe?" the profiler asked. Helena's lips were slightly parted as she absently ran her tongue along her bottom lip, drinking in the sight before her.
Myka's hair was straightened and done up in a simply bun, exposing her slender neck. The black Chanel cocktail dress hugged her curves just so, going down to just above her knees, 'and oh what heavenly legs they were,' Helena thought as her eyes finally rested upon the same black Louis Vuitton high heels that she was sporting.
"My Exquisite Goddess," Helena whispered as she made her way to Myka, taking both hands into her's and pulling back to further feast her eyes on the woman before her. "Thank you Helena," the younger woman said as a small blushed traveled from her cheeks down to that elegant, slender neck. As Myka's head bent down while blushing she suddenly let out a small laugh as she stared at their shoes, "Twinsies," she chuckled.
Helena tilted Myka's head up with her fingers brushing under Myka's chin, "Twinsies? What does that mean, love?"
Myka leaned into the Brit's hand, gently kissing the pad of Helena's thumb that was tracing her bottom lip. "Come on baby, I'll tell you later, we need to get going," she said, grabbing both their purses. "I want to get this over with as soon as possible so I can get you back here and adorn my bedroom floor with that Versace you're wearing." Myka said with a grin as she kissed Helena, a soft moan escaping between their lips as Myka was running her hands down the Brit's sides. "Darling, at this rate we will never leave," Helena moaned breathlessly as she pulled back, "besides, I know how you abhor being late," she smirked, pulling them out the door.
As they rode the elevator up, it gave a slight shudder and lurched downward a inch. Helena grabbed Myka's hand, her eyes wide, "Bugger! I hate these damn things." Some of the other passengers turned to look at the Brit. Myka gave a small nod to them as they turned back to face the doors.
"Agent Bering, so glad you could finally show up this year!" An old gentleman said without turning around to address the women. "It's good to see you too Director Dickinson," Myka responded as she turned her head to see Helena mouthing silently, 'Is he your boss?' The profiler nodded yes. A slight blush crossed Helena's face as she whispered back, "Sorry!"
They exited the elevator and settled into a table near the rear of the banquet hall, their backs almost touching the wall. They chatted with others at the table, Myka introducing Helena to some of her fellow co-workers as drinks were consumed and 'war' stories exchanged. The plates were cleared away as the lights dimmed and the presentations began. As the speakers droned on and on Helena became restless, leaning over to whisper in Myka's ear. The Brit's lips brushed the sensitive lobe with each word spoken, "I am so sorry love, I didn't know he was your boss, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Helena asked, only in that moment realizing the effect she was having on Myka as she watched goosepimples rise on the profiler's skin. A blush spread down that slender neck as Myka squeezed Helena's thigh under the table, trying to quell the effect the Brit was having on her.
Myka noticed that everyone at their table were turned away from them, their focus fixed on the stage.
"If you do not stop whispering in my ear like that, I will skip my damn award and march you back to that elevator." Myka said in a hushed tone. Helena moved her head back toward the stage as she whispered, "we will take the stairs darling." She inched her hand under the hem of of Myka's dress, a smirk crossing her face as she felt the profiler's legs inching apart to the warmth of her fingers...then snap shut, trapping the engineer's fingers just below her panty line. "It's thirty floors, darling, and by the way, Helena, I still haven't found my favorite pair of lace undies yet," Myka whispered back as she moved her hand in the same fluid motion as the Brit had done to her under the slit of Helena's dress, a devilish smile spreading across Myka's face as her fingers traced up the Brit's silken thigh.
They were oblivious to the clapping from the crowd as each agent went to the stage to receive their award until one of the other co-workers had turned toward them, and stage whispered, "Myka...MYKA! They are calling your name!"
The Brit's eyes traced her lover's graceful gait as the young profiler made her way towards the stage. Helena stood and applauded proudly as Myka received her award. She could not take her eyes off the woman as she shook hands with her fellow co-workers, receiving accolades as she made her way back to their table. A mix of swirling emotions filled Helena's chest, pride, longing, sheer joy, as she watched her American approaching her.
Before Myka could catch her breath, Helena was holding out her chair for her. "M'lady," the Brit said as she waved her arm.
Instead of taking her proffered seat, Myka reached for both their purses and smiled at Helena, "come on baby, lets blow this popsicle stand," a crooked grin crossing Myka's face as she spoke. The swirling lust in those green eyes did not escape the Brit's attention. Hooking her arm into Myka's, the Brit gave her most brilliant smile at her American, "Aces!" she quipped.
They both stood in front of the lift, their faces trained on the closed door but their eyes kept dancing with sideway glances toward one another. Myka was getting more impatient with each passing minute, that felt like hours to her. She kept reaching out to press the down button every few seconds, cursing under her breath, "damn it, come on already!"
Moving her hand over to Myka's arm, stilling the profiler's outward frustration Helena spoke, "Darling, I am ever so proud of you tonight, I was honored to be your escort." Myka turned, seeing the moistening gloss building in those Mahogany eyes, she reached her hands to cup both cheeks and responded, "I can not tell you how much having you by my side meant to me tonight, Helena."
As the lift dinged and the doors opened, Helena looked inside the lift from over Myka's shoulder, a smile flirting on her lips. Pushing Myka into the back of the elevator, her lips and teeth nipped at that slender throat as she husked out against tender flesh, "then show me, love." Myka's long arm fumbled for the down button as the Brit wrapped her body around the American, pushing her further back against the wall. As her vision blurred from the hand traveling up her thigh, pushing her dress further up her hips, Myka rasped out, "I need you baby, I need you so much right now!" With that, Helena wasted no time in moving her deft fingers into Myka's bucking hips. Falling to her knees as she pushed that black Chanel dress further up, Helena nipped at tender skin, her fingers looping on either side of lace, all but ripping them away and tossing them to the side. As Helena pressed her tongue around the swollen bundle of nerves, Myka groaned out her pleasure, tangling her fingers in dark tresses, thrusting her hips forward as she pulled her Brit's mouth closer into her.
Neither woman heard the ding as the doors opened, still on the same floor because the button was never pushed correctly in the heat of the moment. A throat cleared, "oh what the bloody hell now!?" the Brit all but shouted as she kneeled up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Agent Bering?"
Myka struggled as she tried to smooth her dress down. "Y..yes sir..ah...hello Director Dickenson." Her mind was still flooded with the image of Helena, on her knees, head between her legs. She was stumbling for her breath as she watched Helena glide effortless forward towards her boss with her hand extended, "I do not think we have been properly introduced, my name is Helena Wells, sir."