So hi, again I'm apologising for how late I am with these things, this is a really short one and I may try to keep it short to print them out faster, again please feed the bard as I love hearing from you guys. Also, I need to know Has H.G ever really had a conversation with Jinksy?

Story Start

"So um, what do you want to do now?"

Myka stared at H.G. from across her bedroom, awkwardly leaning against the dresser and trying to keep from wringing her hands together.

There's no need to be nervous dammit.

H.G. gave a noncommittal shrug, twirling the tesla around her finger. The other woman seemed perfectly comfortable as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Almost as if sensing Myka's exasperation she smiled softly and added;

"well we have some time until Claudia returns so we might as well have that talk we've been meaning to have since forever."

Myka nodded then pulled herself up on the dresser so she was sitting more comfortably and stayed quiet as H.G. made her way onto the bed.

"So, I'd assume you have a lot of questions to ask me Myka, and rightfully so."

Myka nodded slightly in agreement, and parted her lips slightly as if to say something then, as if reconsidering, she settled back down, mouth firmly shut.

They stared at each other for a second, one the very picture of calm, the other frantically trying to look anywhere but at the woman across from her. Myka lightly pulled on the band around her wrist, letting it go once it was extended enough. The loud snapping sound echoed in the silence, somehow making it worse. Having had enough of it, Myka finally aired what had been bothering her since she accepted to herself that Helena was indeed back.

"There are so many different things I could say right now that I think I'm speechless. Pete's always asking me if I'm angry at you and honestly, I'm not. I understand you Helena, I always have. I know what drives you and I know why you make most - if not all - of the decisions you do, so I don't think I could be mad at you if I tried. I think, the only thing that confuses me is that I'm not really sure what we - what this is exactly. Are we friends, or people who just happen to see each other every now and then … or something else? I mean, I feel like I know everything about you, yet nothing at all. What kind of friend doesn't even know the others favourite colour … and I'm rambling aren't I?"

H.G. shook her head, and let out a soft breath before answering.

"It's alright Myka, I understand what you're trying to say - truly, I do. Of course we're friends"

H.G. had to pause momentarily at this point. With anyone else that would have been enough, but somehow, it seemed to take an acidic quality to it, and just saying the word made the bile rise in H.G's stomach. She pressed on, hoping Myka wouldn't notice her stumble. "We may not have the most conventional relationship, but you know more about me than anyone alive Myka, you understand me, the real me in a way - quite frankly - no one else ever has. In this century and the last, and that has to count for something doesn't it?" H.G. looked away from Myka and paused, as if gathering her thoughts then in a momentary bout of courage met the other womans eyes, and added tentatively;

"In fact, it wouldn't … perhaps be completely wrong if I were to say that we were more than simply friends, right Myka? I couldn't be the only one that feels … "

Seeing Myka's eyes widen slightly in surprise, courage that seemed limitless seconds ago faded off into nothing, causing H.G. to glance away from them, her words slowly trailing off. The thought of having been mistaken bubbled up from the dark recesses of her mind and H.G. squashed it down, refusing to believe that Myka didn't sense the same feelings she did.

I couldn't have made it up

She almost dismissed the hand on her knee, but the gentle voice accompanying it commanded her attention.

"Look at me Helena"

H.G. finds herself tilting her head to look up into the eyes of the woman she loved, as if she has no choice but to obey. Myka had made her way down to the bed and was now sitting painfully close. H.G. swallows hard; her heart thumps in a steady rhythm of one two and she can't help but feel a strange disconnect from this moment.

There's a disruption in the monotonous thrumming of her heart, and it skips a beat. Myka was smiling at her.

She smiles back tentatively, maybe even shyly and the other woman's smile grows larger. Delicate fingers reach up to cup her chin and a thumb traces her jawline.

"I love you Helena Wells."

Myka leans in, never letting go of H.G. and the other woman's eyes close just as she feels the soft press of lips against hers. The blood rushes back into H.G's hands, and she can use her limbs again. She tugs on Myka's shirt, pulling her closer until the other woman is straddled over her lap. Not skipping a beat, she wraps now steady arms around Myka's waist and deepens the kiss.

Myka tastes like apples. The odd thought filters it's way into H.G's brain just at the other woman nips at her lower lip. She hears a soft moan and an embarrassing second later realises it came from throaty chuckle coming from the woman now doing wondrous things to her earlobe does nothing to diffuse the heat rising to her cheeks and H.G. lets out a soft whimper.

Smiling Myka gently pushes the other woman down on her back, still straddling her. She can't help but lick her lips at the sight beneath her. H.G. has a tinge of red to her cheeks and her hair is tousled beautifully. Myka's entranced with the rise and fall of her chest as soft pants escape her lips ever so often.

She looks beautiful

Myka traces a thumb against Helena's lips and gasps in delight as her new lover takes the digit into her mouth and flicks her tongue against it never breaking Myka's gaze.

"Myka! H.G.!"

The sound Pete's thundering steps reach the room, along with his voice, effectively doing the job of a cold shower in mere seconds. Myka rolls her eyes in fond frustration and slides off H.G. loving the feeling she gets of the woman's knees between her legs.

"Someone needs to put a collar on him"

H.G. doesn't answer and Myka turns a concerned gaze towards the other woman.

"Helena?"

H.G. manages to gasp out in a breathless voice

"I'm alright, I just need a moment to realign myself."

Myka smirks, and a few seconds later, the other Agent sits up shooting her a smile.

Pete barges in, not minute after, a look of grim excitement on his face.

"Enough chit chat ladies. Claudia's got something."