A/N Will not bore you with excuses of RL, work and such. Trigger for language and phallic sex at the end of the chapter. If it's not your cup of tea, move along and skip the end.
No Beta, all screw ups are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
"It's good to have you back, boss" Pete grinned as he hugged Helena.
"Stop calling me boss," Helena shouted over the roar of the front-end loader as he climbed down.
He had stood back for a while that morning, watching as Helena stock-piled the new loads of rock that came in with each dump from O'Grady and Sons. Smiling to himself as she pushed and ran each load from the private company. He shook his head, HG's first day back on the job and the first thing she did was to jump up on the loader.
"Pish tosh," she flipped her hand at him, dismissing his protests of her taking it easy the first day back.
Pete was already pushing his wife's err when they had argued about her father's company bidding on a contract a few months back. He stood, arms crossed against his chest as Amanda ran down a list of 'do's and don'ts' for Helena's first day back to work.
"Tell Myke's to stand in line and take a number to kick my ass if HG hurts any of her 'Lady Parts' on the job," Pete said that morning. "I'm more scared of HG kicking my butt if I try to tell her no," Pete was saying as he took his son from Amanda, kissing the boy's cheek.
"Let's hope Auntie HG and Aunt Myka's first child is a 'Masculine child' Pete said in his best imitation of Luca Brasi from the Godfather movie.
"Us guys are outnumbered here,"
He thought back to their earlier argument before he left for work. He had hoped for a little break when he had come home for his lunch break.
He had thrown his hand up, surrendering to his better half as her brother's company had won the contract fair and square with the state earlier that month. ""It is not illegal or a conflict of interest if Liam and my dad had the lowest bid," Amanda huffed. "Here, hold your daughter and explain to her this 'Blind bid' thing," Amanda said as she stalked to the fridge, putting a bottle of expressed milk to warm on the stove.
"My sugar bean, you should have seen HG's face when she came back to work today. It was sort of … creepy. Her hand touching everything, then when Liam's first truck came up. She bee-lined for the door, jumping on the loader like…"
"Like a what?" Amanda said with a mock annoyance in her voice, smiling inward to herself, grateful that Helena was getting back on the 'Horse'. Her back turned to her husband, her fingers dancing over the buttons of her phone as she texted Myka.
"Call me, A."
"Like her old self," Pete smiled as he held little Janie in his arms, cooing as Amanda placed the bottle in the pudgy fingers of their little girl.
Earlier that day,
'Rules be damned' Pete smirked to himself as he collected the invoices from the dump drivers and the ones Helena had fisted to him.
"I have a lunch … meeting, that I need to attend," Helena briskly stated as she had jumped from the Cat 750. Her eyes trained on her pocket watch as she dashed to her trailer, Pete not far behind. "Do you think Josh has Grouper?" Helena mumbled as she brushed the dust from her jeans.
"You married her, you 'group' her," Pete smirked as he filed the invoices.
"Really? That is the best you can quip?" Helena said, rolling her eyes as she dialed up her special lunch menu to Josh at the fish shack.
"And your special homemade salsa?" The highlights were spared, Helena still not having a handle on the 'emos' for this new app on her phone.
Helena cursed under her breath as she hurled her phone at the wall of their trailer. "How effing hard can it be to order an extra side of salsa?" her voice rising as Peter came to her side.
"Easy there slugger. You just got back up to bat," Pete whispered, unsure as to handle this side of his friend/boss.
"Forty-seven days," Helena mumbled.
"What? Really? You two? I mean … Really?" Pete said, his voice rising as his hands waved over his body, then to Helena's.
"I mean, you and Mykes put me and Amanda to shame with the rabbit humping!" Pete huffed, following HG's lead as they both sighed, falling into their chairs.
…
"How many days?" Myka's friend asked as she handed the file back to Myka.
"Forty-seven," Myka mumbled, and then cursing as her finger tangled in a knot in her curls as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Everything was going great. I was on her lap and we were … then the lights came back on and she jumped and I sort of fell on the floor," Myka was saying. Her cheeks flushed as Leena's grin grew.
"How the hell have you survived for forty seven days?" Leena was saying, the beeping from the intercom interrupting her train of thought.
"I just want to remind you of the one o'clock meeting you have," Steve's voice crackling over the system. Myka looked up at Leena, her friends hands raised, shrugging her innocence of not knowing who the appointment was.
"Steve? Who is this one o'clock?" Myka asked to the intercom. Her eyes dancing away from her friend who glared at her. Her fore finger wagging at the 'Agent' as she sat back in her chair.
"You are soooo busted, Myka Ophelia," Leena snarked, their heads both turning as Steve rushed into the office. His hands shaking as he placed the fresh faxes in front of the two women.
"I know nothing," Steve said in a shaky voice as the last of the reports fell from his fingers. His eyes wide, skirting between the two women, him having an unintelligible response as he backed out of the office.
"When was the last time you and your lady love 'did it' on that couch of yours?" Leena smirked as she reached for the fax, Myka slapping away her hand as she yanked the pages from her grasp.
"Don't you have some 'young … my wife's intern' redhead to seduce?" Myka said with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. Her eyes trained on the case file.
"Stop deflecting Myka. You damn well know that Claudia just said yes to me asking her out. We are discussing you and why the hell you have NOT banged that hot English wife of yours? Pip Pip and cheer O' and YES GOD, GIVE IT TO ME NOW Myka! You saucy minx!" Leena said, the bad British accent then flowing into the straight monotone of her voice caused Myka to choke on her coffee.
"Yes, you saucy Minx, please, elaborate that point?" Helena's voice caused an uncontrollable grin to spread to Myka. That lopsided grin coupled with the shine of brilliant green eyes as Helena held up the bag was enough to send her friend bolting up from her chair. Leena grinned when Helena looked behind her towards Steve's desk.
"There are blackened Grouper sandwiches and virgin margarita's waiting for you both," Helena said to Leena.
"You two need to talk," Her words fading from behind her as she rushed out of Myka's office.
Myka's hand was pressed against her forehead, watching the events unfold. Her hand grabbing Helena's as she all but tossed her on the couch.
"Ohhhh, homemade Salsa!" the voice of her friend echoing behind her door as Helena flipped them over, her thigh pressing between Myka's legs, the agent withering under Helena's touch.
"I can still hear you, Leena!" Myka said as she tugged at the Ivory buttons on Helena's shirt.
"Really, Leena. I brought enough Salsa for everyone," Helena's words muffled by the hard grip of Myka forcing Helena's mouth against her neck.
"Simplicity, at its finest. All good things to those who wait" Helena then mumbled against the heated skin of Myka's neck.
"What?" Myka's head raising slowly as she stilled their bodies. The warm words reverberating against her slim neck.
Their eyes met, an understanding was unsaid as Myka shifted her hands away from her fevered attempt to unbutton Helena's shirt. A soft, warm smile spread across her lips as her eyes rose up, her fingers entwining Helena's. Not a word was spoken as Myka started to rebutton her blouse.
"I want our first time to be special, not some heated rut in your office," Helena said between nips against Myka's collarbone. "I have a special dinner in mind,"
"What time?" Myka whispered, the deep throatiness causing Helena to stumble at her attempt to rebuckle her belt.
Her head and eyes downcast, the slight escape of air would have gone unnoticed by any other living soul. But Helena's eyes misted as they drew up into a pool of forest green.
"Eight o'clock sharp and without your garters," she grinned, trying her best to defuse the tension.
Myka's grin had started a raging inferno deep and low inside her Brit. Helena letting out a sharp gasp as Myka's fingers curled under the lapel of her light blue shirt, her fingers curling just so as to meld their bodies as one as she pulled them close
"I do believe I have a smart little Channel number with your name on it that is begging for your … removal," Myka's lips bruising, pressing her passion against Helena's lips as they both tried to suppress the quiver of passion between them.
"Then, I shall be its savior," her breath of words ghosted against Myka's skin as she backed up and away from the couch.
"Well then, eight o'clock it is" Helena was saying as she brushed her jeans, swallowing hard her frustration as she buttoned her shirt, then sitting in the chair across from the couch. Her eyes following the shaking hand of Myka's as she watched the younger woman button her blouse.
A soft burst of frustration caused Myka's cheeks to puff out as Helena raised her eyes to meet Myka's.
"I know, love" Helena whispered as she stood up, her fingers wrapped around the knob of the office door. "I feel the same, my Darling,"
Myka swallowed hard, trying her utmost to suppress the wanton need to grab Helena and take her right there on her office floor.
"You, Myka, know me better than anyone in the world," Helena sighed, her eyes downcast as she continued. Not wanting to chance to scare her 'one', her thumbs caressing Myka's hand as she stilled the younger woman from buttoning up her blouse.
Myka dipped her head, nipping those pouting lips as Helena's finger traced the smooth skin between her breasts.
Helena looked up, a quick smile broke her lips, and then, just as quick, her eyes darted back down to their clasped hands.
"I realize it has been some time. Which was caused by my own doing," her finger shooting up to silence Myka's protest.
"A special evening ... not in your office, as our first time, please. Eight pm?"
Myka buried her head into those silken, black locks. Her sobs quilled from short, hurried breaths to a slower, steady breath as Helena soothed her hand across her back. Their bodies melding into one as they held each other.
Myka's light strokes against Helena's back caused Helena to shake as the soft knocking against Myka's office door startled them into holding each other closer.
"I will be prompt," Myka said, her hands cradling Helena's cheek.
"Just a minute," Myka said in a stern tone to the low drum of knocks. Her eyes never leaving the drowning pools of brown.
"I promise, my, love, I shall not break as a pane of glass, beneath your love," Helena said, pulling back, giving a quick nip to Myka's nose.
"I shall have my way?" Myka then tilting her head to her right.
"Only for you, my love," Helena whispered.
Myka's smiled widen as her arms engulfed them closer. Their hands then slowly drifting apart as Helena walked to her office door.
"I shall not disappoint you," Helena murmured before she closed the door.
"You never have," Myka whispered to the closed door.
…
Myka smirked as her hand gripped the knob of their front door. The fingers of her right hand tracing the hand carved brill of the rise of the Mahogany door they had picked out together. She leaned her head against the solid, hand carved door, smiling as she thought back to the sight she had seen moments ago.
Leena was hugging Helena at their front door. She knew then that Leena had been conned into coming over by Helena to prepare dinner, everyone knowing that Helena could not cook to save her life.
Myka then smiling as her hand ran up the side of her designer dress. The silken fabric was a stark contrast to the feel of her ribs pressing against her fingertips, felt with each exhale. Myka had rushed home earlier, grabbing her dress and other needed things before Helena arrived home, then rushing to Pete and Amanda's house.
"You sure this is okay?" She had asked Amanda as she headed for the guest room.
"For the hundredth time, yes! Pete said they had some things to take care of before they head home," Amanda was saying as she came in behind her friend. Myka smiled at the good hearted teasing her friend gave her as she readied herself for their special evening.
"What the heck are you two going to have for dinner? Burnt water?" Amanda chuckled as she zipped Myka up. Then helping Myka pin her hair up.
"I could care less what Helena makes for dinner. All I care about is dessert," Myka grinned to Amanda as she grabbed her things, kissing her best friend as she rushed out the door.
Myka chuckled to herself as her forehead pressed against the door of their home as she tried to decipher the aromas emanating under the door.
"Rosemary, Sage...and? Garlic? She furrowed her brow. Not being able to repress the chuckle stirring from her lungs.
"Please, Baby. Don't burn our house down," she whispered to herself as she opened the door.
Myka set her bag down as she placed her keys in the bowl next to the door; she peered around the kitchen, the pots on the stove slowly releasing steam. Her fingers traced over the lace table cloth, flowers set in the middle, a full place setting for two with Helena's family china.
"Beautiful," the whispered words floating in the air as she turned, watching as Helena had come down stairs, her hands had stilled at smoothing her vest down as she stared at Myka.
"Thank you, Baby," Myka whispered as she dipped her head down, her cheeks flushing at Helena's complement.
…
Myka drew a short breath as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, readjusting the leather straps around her hips. The evening was perfect, soft music floated around them as they enjoyed their meal. She had shaken her head, smiling as Helena served each course for them. She was grateful that the woman she loved had not burnt down her dream kitchen as she served course after course.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Bering-Wells?" Myka grinned as Helena has risen up, her hand offered to Myka. Myka sighed into Helena's neck as they slowly danced in their living room after the meal.
"Only if it means it is working," Helena whispered as she pulled back in Myka's arms. She smiled as Myka nodded, then she slowly lead them up to their bedroom.
Myka rubbed her hands over her upper arms as Goosebumps rose at the memory of their night. She shrugged her robe on after she turned away from the mirror, clicking the light off to the bathroom. Her breath escaped her lungs at seeing Helena splayed on their bed, one leg bent, her arms thrown over her head as she turned to watch her come into the room. Myka was petrified at Helena's request.
This was their first time since the surgery, and with their 'toy' no less. 'What if she is still healing?' Myka worried her bottom lip at the thought of causing any pain to her 'one'.
"My love," Helena whispered as Myka slid over her naked form. Lust laden brown eyes giving gentle reassurances and soft kisses. Soon, all fears and worry were melting away as her legs gripped around the back of Myka's thighs as she cupped her face.
"Please," Helena said as her hand guided the phallus to herself. "I shall not break," she whispered in Myka's ear, coaxing the younger woman deeper in to her.
"My Darling," Helena's voice laced with lust as she cupped Myka's cheeks, their lips just barely touching as the thrusts deepened.
Helena encircled Myka's hips with her legs, letting a low moan escape when Myka's hands worked under her shoulders, her fingers digging into her skin as she gripped firmer against her, Myka's nails just barely digging into her collar bones with each heated thrust.
"Mine," the low groan of lust becoming more possessive.
"Yours," the pledge of love softening.