Myka sat at the desk in the Warehouse, absentmindedly chewing a Twizzler as she looked over some case files. Artie and Pete were in Corsica chasing Napoleon's cufflinks, which were wreaking some sort of dictatorial havoc. Claudia had left Myka only minutes before, claiming to be headed to do inventory. Myka knew that in all likelihood, the little sneak was actually tinkering with one of her specially altered artefacts. But since she wasn't about to grudge Claudia one of her only (and usually harmless) hobbies, she had opened up a package of her favourite candy and decided to read up on past cases for reference.
"Anything interesting?" The quiet, husky voice in Myka's ear made her jump in her chair. She swivelled around, Twizzler still hanging out of her mouth, to see HG looming over her with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Well, that depends," she answered with a smile as she finished off the Twizzler. "There was a man in Wisconsin who seemed to be able to control people's minds with the help of a pendulum believed to have belonged to George Estabrooks, so I guess if you find hypnosis interesting–" Myka's rambling was silenced by an raised eyebrow from HG.
"While that does sound utterly fascinating," HG interrupted with a laugh, "I confess that it pales in comparison to you."
"Well, you had better go focus on work somewhere else, then." Myka could barely force the words from her mouth because the look on HG's face was stalling her mental processes. HG seemed to notice this and it was clear that she took pleasure in it, for as Myka re-opened the case file on Estabrooks' pendulum, HG took off her jacket and undid the top button of her shirt. She raised an eyebrow at Myka again for extra effect. Myka responded by very deliberately taking a bite of another Twizzler and returning to the case file in earnest.
Helena pretended to busy herself with alphabetizing new case reports, but her eyes remained glued to the agent across the room from her. Myka was such a mystery to her… HG didn't think that she opened up to many people, and she recognized that Myka had already taken a big leap by confessing her feelings. But there was one question that had been lingering in HG's mind for some time now…
"Am I the first?" she asked suddenly, causing Myka's head to jerk up in surprise.
"The first what?" she asked.
"Sorry," HG immediately said. "I know it's a bit of a personal question, and it's not terribly relevant…" She ceased her pointless filing imitations and focused entirely on Myka. "But I want to know, Myka. I want to know who you are and where you've been. So, I have to ask… Am I the first woman you've been with?"
Myka considered HG for a moment, apparently weighing whether or not to answer. At last she sighed and swallowed her last bite of Twizzler. "You're the first one who I've acted on my feelings for," she said matter-of-factly. "You're the first one who reciprocated." With that, Myka buried her face back in the case files.
The silence hung heavily in the air, allowing HG plenty of time to realize that Myka was reeling from the gravity of her confession. Anxiety and relief flitted alternately across her face as she scanned the pages in front of her, and HG slowly approached. She wanted nothing more than to gather Myka in her arms and show her how thankful she was for Myka's confidence– for her affection.
"Myka…" she said as she arrived at the agent's side and knelt to be at eye-level with her. "I'm honoured to be yours, really and truly."
Myka blushed, as had become her habit when in HG's presence lately, and tried to brush off the comment casually. Still, neither she nor HG could ignore the step Myka had taken in opening up that little bit. Aware that they were still in public, Myka reluctantly allowed Helena to bring their lips together in a quick, soft kiss.
"Thank you," Helena whispered as she pulled away, still cupping Myka's cheek in her hand. But a noise caused both women to jump and increase the distance between them– Claudia had tripped up the last stair to the office and was now lying sprawled on the floor, a pained look of intrusion on her face.
"So…" she said awkwardly. "I guess this is the part where the 'many of my lovers were men' thing rears its head again?"