A/N I am giving a nod to 'Cleena' for a friend.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
The slow roll of the single bead of sweat, correction, perspiration droplet, as Helena would say, blazed a trail between her breasts, slowly drawing her back down from her blissful cloud.
"My, Love?" Helena's lust laden voice traveled just a breath ahead of her finger that traced up and between moist-laden breasts, halting the progression of that bead of sweat … perspiration.
"Come here," Myka whispered, barely able to find her words. Her fingers tangled in a black, silken web, her thumbs tracing against the shell of tender lobs.
"Though I would obey your every request. I must confess that I am but a mere slave to my exhaustion," Helena breathed out, kissing the tender inside of Myka's thighs as she sighed out. Reveling in the warmth that met her cheek, the heated, furious pumping of blood slowing to a rhythmic beat.
"Thoughts?"
"Of what, baby?"
"Of what we were debating before this heavenly intermission," Helena said between nips as she worked her way up. Settling her cheek upon the slowing stomach muscles as her body relaxed between 'Legs for days'. Humming her contentment as firm, protective fingers brushed raven locks behind her ear.
"Chaperon duty,"
"Really? You mean like hand holding, horse and buggy rides with McAleenan, like 'The Quiet Man' movie?" Myka asked, her fingers tracing down Helena's back, hooking under her arms as she brought her Brit flush on top of her body.
"Am I to regret a catered regard to your family heritage with that choice of movie?" Helena smirked as she pulled back, relishing in evading the chase of Myka's full lips after the taste of Myka still coating her chin.
"No, it's just," Myka sighed out her frustration as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "Here, babe, your back" Myka was saying, guiding Helena's hips up, her thigh resting between the older woman's legs.
"Better?"
"Much," Helena responded as she placed some of her weight on her elbows that rested on either side of Myka's ribs. A guilty pleasure was forced down as she felt the still quick beating of Myka's heart that coursed through her body, mixed with the loving consideration of her recent ailments.
"Now, about this conundrum we have," Helena was asking, dodging the stealth quips at her chin and lips from Myka. "May I enjoy the sweetness that is you before you attack me?" Helena then deciding to distract Myka from her mission.
"If I promise to debate about this now," Myka sighed, her hands cupped Helena's face, knowing that her eyes had shaded to a forest green, a hue which her Brit could not ignore as they both felt each other's desires building. An intimate confession made in the heat of passion over a year ago …
"Your window betrays you," Helena rasped out between gasps for air. Her eyes trained on every minute movement. Every gasp, every flinch was filed away with each thrust of her hips. Helena forced her sight, trained her eyes to stay open. Never wanting to miss an iota of movement, of the gasp of pleasure.
"What?" Myka's brow furring almost as tight as her fingers around Helena's hips. Unable to look away as she guided Helena's hips. Her eyes rolling back in protest as she felt Helena fulfilling her secret desire.
"A unique shade for each beat," Helena mumbled between the cleaning of each finger as Myka gripped her wrist.
"English, babe," Myka gulping down her words as she watched Helena pull her hand up to her chin, studies was her Brit's lips.
"Your eyes change shades with your emotions. The eyes are the window to the soul and I feel honored to witness each hue," Helena whispered.
"You honor me with every shade you bless to share with me," Myka choked out as her fingers brushed against soft cheeks.
Helena grasped for her shirt that was tossed haphazardly on the sofa, her eyes not blinking as they were held hostage, she wrapping the cotton around them both. The sudden, overwhelming need to shroud them, to protect them. Her thumbs tracing in time with Myka's at the same time. Helena's across Myka's cheeks, the younger woman's across the small of the older woman's lower back.
"I fear we have reached that point," Helena smiled, her hips rocking on Myka's lap.
"Is that such a bad thing? To have a clue as to what we are feeling?" Myka smiled.
…
"Are you as creeped out as me?"
"I think it is sort of sweet,"
The young redhead stopped, turning to look at the woman that was walking in time next to her.
"I mean, not creepy creepy. It was really cool, the whole night I mean, the bands playing and dinner and all," she said as she turned back, both women looking back down the beach at the band shell. The music softly fading the further they had walked down the beach.
"I mean, look at them, holding hands, well … their pinkies hooked as they are walking,"
"And what is so creepy about that?"
"I don't know. Sort of watching like your parents doing… you know,"
"No, I don't," Leena smiled, looking down at their linked digits, pulling the younger woman flush to her.
"It's just sort of… "Claudia sighed, her shoulders slumping as she rested her head on Leena's shoulder.
"HG has always been like a big sis to me and when she hooked up with Myka and all, it sort of felt like being with a mom type figure when you asked me out and it felt like I was asking my parents' permission, the said parental units being HG and Mykes, and you and I would be going out and I am rambling,"
"Hey," Leena whispered, her two fingers gently pressing under Claudia's chin, tilting her head up and away from her shoulder.
"Look at them, they are in their own world," she said, turning the younger woman around. Leena leaned in, her arms wrapping around Claudia's waist, her chin resting on her shoulder as they watched the two women embrace under the coconut palms.
Claudia tighten her fingers over Leena's, sighing as they watched. "Do you think they know we are not behind them?" her words drifting almost as quickly to press into the other woman.
"Really? Have you met Myka?" Claudia shivered as Leena's light chuckle brushed her neck.
"HG and her bad ass way?" Claudia sighed, letting the other woman turn them so as to face her. Claudia kept her head down as her hands worked their way up the soft, cotton blouse; the soft warm breaths against the top of her head caused her nervousness to fade.
Myka felt the stiffness of motherly protection well up in Helena as they watched the two gently kissing under the moonlight sky.
"Hey," Myka whispered against Helena's neck as she shifted their bodies, her fingers on Helena's hips as she guided the older woman against her. Helena frowned as she watched the two young lovers embracing one another. A feel of protectiveness washing over her. Myka knew her best friend had intense emotions for the younger woman. Leena's endless talking of Claudia since their 'girl's night out' had clued her to her friends developing feelings for her wife's protégé.
"Baby, she is a grown woman," Myka said, pulling Helena back against her front. Wrapping her arms around her waist to keep her place. Helena then turned in Myka's arms, her fingers working under the open blouse, dancing over Myka's collar bone, ushering a heated breath from the younger woman.
"What is this unexplainable draw of sand, water and a warm, tropical breeze? A witch's brew?" Helena's teasing breaths raised Goosebumps along Myka's slender neck.
"Something like that," Myka sighed as she dug her fingers into the back pockets of her love.