A/N Thank you for the reviews and feedback. I am glad you all are enjoying the story. Like I have said, I really do not want to write angst with this story, but...I guess some needs to be added or it would not truly be a B&W story. I will add a little here and there, but will keep to the fluffy feels. Also, there will be less interruptions. But not in this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.


"Hey, you." Myka said as she wrapped her arms around Helena's neck from behind as the Brit sat on the couch reading.

"Hello, Love." Helena whispered as she leaned her head back, their lips touching as Myka slid her hands down Helena's chest, resting on those glorious mounds.

"Stop." Helena said as she sat up and away from Myka's arms. She leaned toward the coffee table, placing her book down after marking her place. "You reek of that place." Helena frowned.

"Sorry." Myka said as she took off her blazer and then her shoes, placing her brief case down on the table as she went to the kitchen. "I think we may have a good lead, Jess found out a few things about this one unsub who has been showing up on a regular bases at the club." Myka was saying as she poured two glasses of whiskey for them.

"This guy seems to fit my profile and I need to run his rap sheet when I get to the office tomorrow." Myka said as she sat next Helena, handed her the other glass., clinking their glasses together. "Cheers."

"I will be more cheerful when you are done playing undercover with this Jessica agent." Helena snarked as she sipped her drink.

"So how is the upstairs coming along. Did you get those hurricane windows put in?" Myka asked, giving Helena a side look from over her glass.

"Stop digressing from the subject, Agent Bering." Helena mumbled as she got up, heading to the kitchen to retrieve the bottle. "I have made clear, under no certain terms, that I abhor the thought of that… Agent, grinding against you." Myka opened her mouth to protest as Helena tilted the bottle into the Profiler's glass.

"But seeing as it is part of your job, I shall endeavor to put up with it. But I will not like it." Helena pouted as she sat down at the end of the couch. Her glass raised to her face, trying to block out her pursed lips of dis-approval. "Besides, have you told... 'Agent Jessica' that you are my wife?"

Myka looked over at the perfectly sculpted eyebrow that was raised in her direction. Myka finished the last of her drink, setting the glass down on the coaster on the coffee table. She turned to Helena, gripping her hand in her's.

"Last time I checked, there was no band of gold on my third finger." Myka raised a finger to her Brit's lips before she spoke. "As you have reminded me, this state does not acknowledge a union between same-sex couples."

Helena sighed as she sat back. "Then maybe we should rethink our choice of homestead, maybe in a state that is more conducive to our union?" Helena sighed as she ran her hand through her dark mane.

"Oh No, Wells. We just moved into this place, Hell, I still have boxes that are taped up." Myka stood up, starting her pacing as Helena watched. "I just got the garden prepped and we just agreed on the color of our bedroom and whether or not we use the next bedroom to ours as a office or set it up as a future nursery and I now have the kitchen of my dreams with the gas stove and marble counter tops…"

Helena got up, quickly wrapping her arms around her rambling agent. Helena brushed her lips against Myka's to qwill her rambling.

"Boston is quite beautiful, this time of year." Helena whispered into her American's ear.

"What!?" Myka asked as she pulled her lips back from her Brit's. "What the hell does Boston have to do with… Oh… " Myka whispered.

"That is what I love most about you. That keen, sharp mind of yours." Helena smirked as she sat them both down on the couch. She got up, sitting down on the coffee table in front of her American as she held her hands against her lips.

"Helena?" Myka stuttered as her eyes were trained on her Brit's.

"As... you well know, the commonwealth of Massachusetts recognises the union between couples… such as ourselves." Helena said, clearing her throat as she sunk down to her knees on the floor.

Myka brought her hands to her mouth, trying her utmost to fight back the waves of tears pressing against those green eyes.

"This…" Helena said as she waved her hand around their home, "Was not as I had envisioned this moment." Helena said as she kissed Myka's clasped hands in hers.

"Wait here, do NOT move." Helena said in a heated rush as she got up, bolting for the bedroom upstairs. Myka listened as she heard Helena's loud, sock-clad footfalls racing up the stairs.

'God, don't screw this up, Bering' Myka thought to herself as she gulped her drink down.

Myka set her drink down on the coffee table as she heard Helena racing back down the stairs. She straightened her blouse, tugging the ends down, brushing a few bits of unseen lint off her pants as she sat up straight, squaring her shoulders as Helena rushed into the room, almost sliding to a stop on her knees in front of her.

"Myka…" Helena started to speak

"YES!"

"Well Darling, at least let me ask the question" Helena smiled as she opened the small box.

"Sorry." Myka whispered as her green eyes sparkled at the small, platinum band and shimmering piece of carbon that Helena held in front of her.

"Will you, Myka Ophelia…"

"Yes"

"Really, my love? You should play more hard to get." Helena smirked as she placed the ring on Myka's finger. "So, it is safe to assume that you have said yes, to being my one?" Helena replied.

"Just kiss me already, Wells."

XXX

"Artie, I do not want to hear it." Myka said as she slammed the files down on her desk. "We caught the prep, he is locked up and Agent Kelly is back on her way to the Georgia bureau. All my cases are here." Myka pointed to the stack on her desk as she stared down the 'special agent in charge'

"Besides, it is just two days time, I am taking off. You…" Myka waved her hand, the light reflecting off the ring as she spoke. "You have told me I need to take some time off. All I am asking for is two days." Myka held her two fingers up to emphasize her point. "Two days, Artie!"

"Yeah, just two days away from the great Myka Bering. You think we can live with that?" Leena smirked as she sat back in the chair. Her face barely peeking over the stack of files Myka had set down.

"You, are just a consultant." Artie grumbled as he waved his finger at Leena.

"Fine, I will be on my merry 'consultant' way." Leena said as she grabbed her purse, shooting Myka a wink as she started to leave.

"Freeze!" Artie shouted at the both of them. Myka and Leena smiled at each other as they stood in place.

"And what is with the old school bluster?" Myka snarked as she slung her purse over her shoulder, heading for the door.

"Hey, Kiddo." Artie whispered as he pulled Myka aside, shooting a quick glare to Leena as he leaned in. "I am happy for you." Artie said as he looked down at Myka's left hand. "I know things have changed, Hell, the world is always changing."

Artie said as he waved his hand at the window in Myka's office.

"But know this." Artie said in a low voice as he walked with Myka to her front office door. "If she, ever hurts you, I will make sure the wrath of God decindes down upon her. You are like a daughter I have never had and I care…" Artie shut his mouth, turning as he mumbled to himself.

"I know you do." Myka said as she squeezed the older agents hand. "And for the record, 'her' name is Helena. Get used to it." Myka said as she hugged the gruff, older agent.

"Never." Artie mumbled as he smiled at Myka. "Remember, you and that woman of yours have two days…" Artie held his two pudgy fingers up. "Two days"

XXX

Helena smiled as she gripped her Profilers hand, kissing the band of gold on her finger as they disembarked the plane. Myka sighed as their eyes followed the carousel of cloth-bound luggage.

"Party of Wells-Bering?" the young redhead chimed as she held the cardboard sign up.

"It's Bering-Wells, the Profiler said as they loaded their luggage into the black town car.

"Let me see!" The young girl squealed as she tugged their hands to her.

"Really, Darling? Must we?" Helena snarked as they got into the back of the black town car.

"Yes, we must." Myka smiled as she unbuttoned Helena's light blue shirt. Her fingers sliding under the plain white bra.

"Yes" Helena whispered as her hand pressed against her American,s firm, long fingers, biting and nipping at that glorious long, slender neck.

"Yes, well." Claudia cleared her throat as she drove past the palm trees on the Rickenbacker Causeway from the airport to the beach.

"Leena has squared it away with your 'Mister Grumpy Pants' boss of yours, Myka." The redhead said as they pulled into the ritzy, beach-side hotel.

"Squared what away?" Myka asked as she sat up, kissing Helena's hand as she removed it from her shirt. The soft clink of gold caused both women to smile.

"Ummm...honeymoon time?" Claudia gulped as she got out, holding the door for the both of them as a flurry of men grabbed their spares luggage, Helena whipping her head around as she tried to keep up the onslaught of busy hands.

"A word, Ms Donovan." Helena said as she wrapped her arm around her young protege, walking them away from her 'Wife'.

"Just what in the name that all is wholly, is going on?" Helena all but growled. "I was just hoping that Myka and I could spend our 'Time' alone, at our home before she has to go back to work. You, my young girl, have thrown a wrench into my plan." Helena said in a cold, even tone. The young girl shivered at the icy tone as she pulled back.

"Look, it was Pete, Amanda and Leena's idea for this little honeymoon of yours. They went to a lot of trouble to make sure you and Mykes had some time to yourself. I mean, really HG!? Just two days? We all know you two go at it like rabbits and…"

"If you finish that last part of that sentence, you shall become shark chum." Helena said with a glare and then a softness in her eyes, she smiled at Myka as her love walked with their luggage into the lobby.

"Look HG, just go with it. A lot of people who love you both went to a lot of trouble for you two. Just go with the flow." The young techie smiled and sort of grimaced as the older woman hugged her.

"Just go with the flow." Helena grumbled as she walked to the lobby.

"Thank the Gods." Claudia sputtered as she embraced her mentor, Her self relaxing as she watched Myka smile as she approached the two of them.

"Come on, Mrs Bering-Wells, our abode awaits." Myka smiled at them, gently tugging Helena by her hand. Claudia shrugged her shoulders as she waved to her makeshift family.

"Yup, I give them three months before 'Baby' talk." Claudia texted to Amanda.

"Less than that. I say two months… tops" Amanda texted back.

Claudia shook her head as she started up the black, town car.

"You have a bet, double or nothing, Momma san"

XXX

"And this is our amenities ,that we have to offer, Mrs Wells-Bering." The young man said as he handed the select menu over to Helena.

"It is MRS Bering-Wells, Myka said as she opened the french doors, not looking at the young man as Helena tipped him with more then was enough that should be, pushing the young man out and all but heaving him out the door.

"I still say, it should be Wells-Bering," Helena chimed as she wrapped her arms around Myka's waist. Myka let out a hum of approval as she leaned back into those strong arms.

"Bering-Wells has a better flow, a certain… ring to it." Myka hummed as she turned into Helena's arms.

"Are you sure Claudia said that it was cleared with the bureau that we have these few days to ourselves?" Myka asked as she kissed her wife's lips. "Hmmm...'Wife' I like the sound of that." Myka smirked as her hands tucked under the hem of Helena's shirt.

"I bet you do." Helena whispered as she gently guided Myka against the railing of the balcony. Both inhaling the sweet scent of the salty breeze.

Helena pulled back from their heated kiss. "If Bering-Wells is what you wish, then it shall be." Helena whispered as she bit, then blew, soft, cooling air from her ministrations on Myka's neck.

Helena moaned a sigh of approval as Myka gripped her tighter.

"Lets order room services." Myka said with a glint in her eyes. "I do not wish to share you with others." Myka said as she kissed and nipped at Helena's neck.

Helena's hands reached around to those long, slender fingers that had dug into her back pocket jeans. Letting her hand fall away from Myka,s, a glint in her eyes as she backed away.

"Then we shall peruse the menu." Helena smirked as she concentrated on the paper sheet in her hands, a knowing smile graced her lips as she felt Myka slid up behind her.

"Beef Wellington. And a side of Blue cheese." Was all Myka said.

Helena turned into her love's arm's. "And, of course...A bottle of Jameson." Helena smirked.

It was the reason they had first meet at that bar so long ago. "Yes, please." Myka whispered into Helena's ear as she showed her love to the phone. Myka kissed behind Helena's ear as she listened to that soft, Essex voice order for them. "My knees go weak with every breath you speak." Myka rasped out into her Brit's ear.

"It was a long flight from Boston, back. I say we indulge in the water-works until our meal arrives." Helena all but insisted as she hung up the phone, a big grin crossing those lips as she watched Myka nod her head, unbuttoning her blouse as her American backed towards the bathroom.

"Care to join me, Mrs Bering-Wells?" Myka said in a deep, lust-filled timbre as Helena watched those clothes drop to the floor, leaving a sensuous bread-crumb trail to the water-works that had Helena salivating.

Myka's right leg was tossed haphazardly over Helena's strong, left shoulder. Myka's hands tangled into wet, dark locks, drawing those heavenly lips further in.

"God… Yes." Myka moaned out.

Myka's heated flesh was no longer cooled by the cold tile against her back. Helena ignored the screaming in her knees against the uncomfortable curve of the porcelain tub as Myka's weight pressed on her shoulders. Thankfully , the water was still was running warm as her fingers found purchases between hot, inviting folds.

"Room services, … Mrs Bering-Wells?'