A/N: Has anyone else heard that they are gonna start taking down fics that involve sex or violence? What spoilsports! If they do I shall repost this here with the sexier chapters edited out. But where can I post this in all its glory that will reach most Myka/HG fans? This chapter is short I'm afraid, in the middle of writing a massive essay on law & ethics in nursing, its due next week and I'm nowhere near done, but hopefully this will keep you going! Reviews please!
Krystal's eyes settled on the pool table and she nudged Myka's elbow. "Can you play?" the blonde sounded keen but hesitant, almost as if she doubted Myka could.
Myka's focus snapped back to the woman in front of her, ready to prove herself. You'll have to find out for yourself" she grinned.
"Is that a challenge?" Krys's voice was soft and serious.
Suddenly Myka doubted she meant pool. She had heard that tone before, from a very different woman. She knew right then that she should say no. Even if it was all in her head she shouldn't be encouraging this woman. But a little flirting was harmless, a voice in her head reasoned, she just needed to let off some steam before she went home. She stood, picking up her drink. "It may be", she replied, matching the younger woman's tone as she reached for her hand to pull her up as well. She felt that spark again as their hands connected. Her eyes met Krys's who smiled and let her hold linger a fraction longer than necessary, before leading the way to the pool table.
Myka set the table up then offered Krys the cue to break. Apparently Jack's humble budget didn't stretch to two cues. The blonde took it slowly from Myka's hands, lined up the white and broke strongly, though nothing went in. Myka pushed up the sleeves of HG's top, she had forgotten she was wearing Helena's shirt. She didn't get chance to think on it as Krys handed her the cue.
"Oooh the sleeves are going up, let's see what you've got" Krys challenged.
Myka ignored the ribbing and rose to the challenge with style, neatly potting a red ball. She leant over the table to take her next shot, looking up afterwards to catch a gleam in Krystal's eyes. There was no mistaking where she was looking.
"See something that takes your interest?" Myka teased, surprising herself with her boldness. She realised she was enjoying the not-so-subtle exchange of flirting.
Krys shrugged casually but the gleam stayed in her eyes as she took the cue and lined up her shot. She pocketed two balls before handing back over to Myka, making sure their hands touched in the process. Several more turns were played. Myka noticed the other woman brushed past her as often as she could when taking her turn. Then they were down to the black. Telling herself she was just trying to distract Krys from her shot Myka let her hand trail over Krys's back as the blonde brushed past yet again to take her shot. It wasn't true, but it seemed to work as the ball skittered off at an angle. Krys cursed but grinned back as Myka offered her an 'oopsie' smile that didn't fool either of them before taking the cue and sinking the black in style.
"I guess you can play after all" Krys commented, congratulating her. Myka offered her hand for a sportsmanlike handshake, guiltily eager for the thrill she got at each contact with the blonde. She was caught by surprise Krys took her hand and pulled her close. Red lips covered hers before she could react and she found herself yielding without resistance as Krys's tongue sought entrance into her mouth. Her hands came up to rest on Krys's waist while the other woman's hands were more adventurous, travelling up and down Myka's slender figure.
It was almost otherworldly. As if she could see her actions and was screaming at herself to stop but her body was ignoring her orders. In fact her mind was even encouraging her on despite itself. She realised briefly that with Helena she felt safe, even in their most wildly passionate moments, even in that awful moment when Helena had held the gun to her head at Yellowstone. But here with Krys the spark of desire was tinged with warning of danger. Then Krys's hands slipped up the back of her top and made contact with her skin and her sense of danger was overridden by heated need. A distant part of her brain noted the barman's attention was fixed in their direction. He seemed like he thought their behaviour was inappropriate for his establishment, but like most men faced with two gorgeous women making-out he didn't appear in a hurry to stop them. Especially since there was no one else in the place at this hour of the day.
Then Krys backed her firmly against the pool table and Myka had to reach back and grab the edge of it so as not to overbalance. Krys leant over her, kissing her lips, her jawline, under her ear, down her chin. when her attentions focused on her neck Myka found herself leaning back on the pool table, head tilted to offer Krys better access to lavish attention on her neck. A smooth leg nudged between hers as teeth nipped and lips sucked. Myka felt a fleeting rush of horror at the likelihood that she was being marked by Krys's mouth, then felt a different rush entirely as Krys pressed her leg up against Myka's centre.