A/N A few readers have PM me about the pregnancy storyline of Myka/Helena in Bar Stop with a few suggestions of what they would like to read. No names, everything on the down-low.
So, with that said, I blush and bow my head at this next chapter. (And, of course, drink lots of Vodka while writing this)
Trigger warning: Sex between two women, one, five months pregnant and strap-on's involved. Maybe a little PWP?
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
"Go on, love." Helena said, slapping gently on her wife's bum as Myka got up from the couch, her then smiling a sheepish look, her brow furring as she looked over her shoulder.
"You sure, Babe?"
"Quite," Helena replied her eyes down-cast at the remains of dinner as she had followed suit, getting up to clear the dishes away from the coffee table.
"My maternity leave starts on Monday," Myka said in a raised voice from the bathroom upstairs, the turning of the water almost drowning out her words.
"I am well aware," Helena smirked under her breath as she finished loading the dishes into the washer, her wiping her hands on the dish rag as she ascended the stairs to their bedroom.
"What, baby?" Helena smiling more as she unbuttoned her blouse as she entered their bedroom from Myka's pet name for her.
"Just said that I am well aware that your sanjuro starts on Monday," Helena grinned as she shimmied out of her button-fly jeans. Her then hopping to the dresser as she cursed at tugging her socks off. Her hand gripped her knuckles white on the brass handle of their 'special' drawer.
"Are you sure, my darling?" Helena then looking at her reflection in the dresser mirror as she slid the black, leather straps over her bare hips. Her white, silk robe hanging open as she adjusted the buckles snug over her hips.
"Size?"
"Just nothing that will give our daughter nightmares for ages," Myka was saying as she came out of the bathroom, her head tilted to right as she rung out the last of the shower's present from her curls. Her other hand rubbing … cooing as she let her hand still over her growing love for Helena.
Myka halted as her one hand gripped at the towel that was drying her locks, her smile a brilliant crescendo as she stalked her way between her wife's legs. Her other hand falling to her side as her white, Terry cloth robe was parted from the bulge of her protruding stomach. Her pregnant, swollen breasts making their, no, demanding their presents be known.
Helena had backed to their bed, her knees buckling as the back of her legs made contact with the feather-down, pillow-top, queen sized mattress. Her fingers gripping at the pillow top, her breaths shallow at what her wife had demanded of her whilst they had dined early on 'her' couch.
"Fuck me senseless?" Myka had whispered as she leaned in, her lips brushing at the shell of Helena's ear as they dined.
"And what of those reports of the child having nightmares of a one-eyed snake chasing them?" Helena had coughed, her hand covering her mouth as she tried in vain to hold some decorum as she choked on that piece of chicken.
"Really?" Myka had responded as she set her plate down, then turning as she cupped Helena's face gently between her hands.
"You," she kissed between words, her thumbs caressing Helena's cheeks, "Would forsake the opportunity to fuck me senseless on an old wives tale?" Myka gripping Helena's bottom lip between her teeth. The gold flecks glistening as Helena's eyes were blown black with desire.
"Go, shower," was barely audible as Helena pushed Myka up from the couch.
…
"Baby?" Myka whispered as her long legs parted Helena's thighs, her own robe falling open, those breasts pushing against her cheeks as Helena gripped Myka's thighs and hips, drawing them closer.
"My love, our love," Helena breathless whispered against the protruding stomach, her humming gentle as she rested her cheek against the swelling mound.
"She kicked!" Helena shouted as she jerked away from Myka, "Our Christina kicked me square in the jaw!" Helena had jumped, her fingers gripping tighter as she drew Myka closer to her.
"And kicking my kidneys too," Myka chuckled as she slid her hand down Helena's arm, traversing the silk robe, her eyes gleaming as she wrapped her fingers around that shaft that sat between Helena's legs.
"For me?" Myka's fingers guiding the phallic between her legs as she straddled her wife's hips. "Or is that a Salami in your pocket…" her words being cut off as Helena thrusted her hips, her fingers digging in those hips as she settled Myka on her lap.
"Mine," Myka growled as she pushed Helena down on their bed, her hips bucking to bring every inch of her wife into her. Her knuckles white as she dug into her shoulders, readjusting her hips and weight to take every inch of Helena into her.
"Yes!" Myka hissed as Helena's fingers dug into her hip bones, her bucking to meet every thrust.
"You … did this to me,' Myka growled as she fell forward, her arms taught on either side of Helena's head as her hips pressed for every sensation at Helena's hips thrusting into her.
Myka's knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets from either side of Helena's head, her head jerking away as Helena tried to kiss her, to bring their searing lips together, her fingers digging sharper as Myka bowed her head, her teeth scraping at Helena's collar bone as she moaned and cursed her upcoming release.
"No," They both rasped out as Myka had shot up off Helena's hips.
"Babe, I've got you," Myka whispered as she leaned down next to Helena's ear, her hand reaching behind, her fingers slipping over the phallus as she guided it back in. Her hips bucking, her fingers gripping Helena's face as her hips guided them to their mutual release.
"What?" Helena was just barely able to whisper. Her eyes rolling back as she dug her fingers deeper into Myka's hips, guiding them to the blissful heights. Her thumbs brushing at the soft, fine hairs at the small of Myka's back.
"My … my family, and me blame you …" Myka's hips jutting, her thighs burning as she rode Helena's hips
"And I am the Sot?" Helena then moaning as Myka reached around behind them, her then falling at the same time, her teeth scraping over those bare nipples.
"You are so lucky Dad loves you …" Myka groaning as she deepens her thrust.
"Warren and I get along …" Helena huffed, gripping Myka's hips as she turned them both over. Myka yelping as Helena 'butched' them. Her grin was a small torcher as Helena lifted Myka's one leg over her shoulder. Them both halting as Helena laved sweet, gentle kisses along her calf that rested against Helena's cheek.
"Infinity?" Helena half asked, half moaning as her hips thrusted in a rhythmic motion as her tongue traced over the small tattoo on Myka's ankle.
"What I am …" Myka's words cut off as Helena leaned in, her thrusting stilled from the grip on her cheeks.
"College youth," Myka shrugging to Helena as she met her lips with each thrust, a wave washing over them as Helena leaned further over Myka, opening her up as she closed in.
"My Love,"
Helena's head bowed into those heavenly breasts as Myka's fingers threaded through silken tresses.
"I am yours, for the taking,"
