A/N Okay, it seems some of you are enjoying this story so I will try to write a few more chapters. I am open to ideas for "teaching" each other about things. A proper Victorian dinner, a movie, how to drive a car... are some thoughts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
Leena followed behind Myka as they came down the stairs of the B&B. Claudia beaming as the innkeeper winked at her. A small blush crossed the techie's face as she nudged HG forward.
"Magnificent" HG whispered as she held her hand out, helping Myka down the last few rungs. Myka gave Helena a shy smile as she felt the warmth from the time traveler's hand in hers. HG kept her eyes solely focused on green orbs. She tried her best to maintain proper decorum, nevering letting her eyes wander below the younger beauty's face. "Shall we?" Helena said as she held the door to the B&B open, letting Myka pass by.
"Have fun you two." Leena smiled as she watched their auras melding together into a soft Azure blue.
"Yeah, don't do anything I wouldn't do." Claudia snorted as she waved goodbye to them.
"Oh, I do believe we just might." Helena smirked as she looked from Leena to Claudia, winking at the two of them. Claudia started to rush up the stairs, two at a time, to her room, trying to hide the red now spreading across her neck. "Frack frack fracktiy frack frack" She mumbled as she slammed her bedroom door, praying to the Gods that Leena didn't she her blushing. Leena chuckled, the swirl of colors following Claudia up the stairs were bright, she shook her head as she walked back to the kitchen.
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"Myka, you look… you are…" Helena was stumbling over her words as they stood on the porch. Helena pulled out her pocket watch, frowning as she looked down the driveway of the B&B.
"Thank you, Helena." Myka said as she held her hand. "I never thought I would see the great HG Wells at a loss for words." Myka smiled as she tucked an errant lock of black hair behind her ear. "I suppose we will both learn how to 'court' in the twenty-first century." Myka smiled. She felt herself being drawn into those Mahogany eyes as she started to lean forward, a desperate longing to feel those soft lips against hers.
Both women turned as they heard a car pulling up, the gravel crunching under the tires as the black town car came to a halt in front of them. Myka turned to Helena with a quizzical look. "You called for a car?"
"Yes, Darling, I have yet to obtain an operator's license."
"Well, we should put that on our 'to-do' list." Myka mused.
The young man got out of the car, walking around to the back passenger side, opening the door, he adjusted his cap and smiled at the two women.
"Well, Darling. Our chariot awaits."
David James, the driver, had introduced himself as he tried to help Myka first into the car. Helena stepped in front of the driver, making sure Myka was settled, she turned and pulled the driver aside. "Mr. James, as per my instructions when I procured this transportation for the evening, I was very specific with our itinerary and conduct for this evening. Have you been made aware of these protocols by your employer?"
"Yes Ma'am" The man slightly stuttered as he shifted nervously in front of the intimidating woman.
Helena reached into her vest pocket, pulling out a large roll of crisp bills. She place one of the very large denominations into the young man's hand as she shook it. "Then we shall disregard your company's protocol in favor of my directive for this evening, Yes?"
"Yes ma'am" The young man smiled as he opened the door for his new employer of the night.
"Helena, is everything alright?" Myka whispered as she leaned in, the breath of her words brushing against Helena's ear, causing the older woman to shiver slightly. "Are you going to tell me where we are going?" Myka said, a playful smile grew at seeing the reaction her breath caused with Helena.
Helena sat up, knocking on the glass, "Mr James, if you please, I wish for an early arrival."
"Yes Ms Wells" The driver said, rolling down the partition halfway, as per his new employer's instruction. Myka looked over at Helena when the glass stayed half way up.
"In a proper courtship, a chaperone must be present whilst the couple are together. Mr .James will be acting as our surrogate chaperone while we ride together. Hence, the partition shall remain this way while we are together." Helena smiled, taking Myka's hand, entwining their fingers, gently kissing them as she brought them to her lips.
"Would you care for a libation while we enjoy the trip?" Helena asked as she leaned forward, searching the wet bar for the bottle she had specifically requested. Helena poured the amber liquid, handing a glass over to Myka, Helena felt another shiver as their fingers brushed from the exchange. They both sipped on the aged scotch as they enjoyed the classical music selection Helena had requested.
"We are going some place in Featherhead?" Myka asked as she noticed the welcome sign that they had just past. Helena just smiled and nodded her head yes over the rim of the fine cut glass. "Helena, where are you taking me?" Myka questioned again. Again, Helena just smiled as the car came to a stop in front of their destination.
"Thank you, Mr James." Helena said as he opened her side first, helping her out. "Wait here, Darling" Helena said to Myka as the driver closed the door. Helena went around to the other side, opening the door and holding her hand as Myka exited the car. "Beautiful" Helena whispered as she offered her arm for Myka. Helena nodded to David as he tipped his hat.
"You shall be here when we are finished?"
"Yes ma'am"
Myka smiled as they approached the entrance of the Theater. "Helena, how did you know?" Myka asked, moving closer to Helena, adjusting Helena's tie while she explained.
"I asked our prankster as to what would be the appropriate events that you would most enjoy. I believe she responded with 'a pic and some munchies' which I had not the first clue as to what she said. So, I recruited Leena in my search and discovered one of Oscar's plays were being performed near by. And as fortune would have it, one I was not privy too." Helena's smile faded a bit, remembering as to why she did not attend the premiere of An Ideal Husband at the Haymarket Theatre.
"Helena? Are you alright? We don't have to go. I've read the play quite a few times." Myka said, kissing Helena's cheek. "It's alright, dinner will be just fine." She smiled as she finished straightening Helena's tie.
"Nonsense, Darling. I promised you a night on the town and you shall have it. Besides, this should be a new adventure for both of us to share together, seeing as neither has had the privilege of enjoying this play on stage." Helena smiled she proffered Myka her arm.
"Lead the way Agent Wells, the evening awaits"
"Righty-ho then."
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The play was sublime for Myka, as they sat together, laughing and enjoying the semi-good acting and sets. Helena had snuck her hand across to rest on Myka's, giving a gentle squeeze at some of the more dramatic lines. It had not gone unnoticed by Myka, she made a mental note which lines of the play that caused Helena's grip to tighten. Myka turned to face Helena, noticing the slight facial changes when darker subjects were performed.
Helena tried her best to mask the feelings that certain scenes and innuendoes had brought up, turning and kissing Myka's cheek. Whether as to distract the agent of any show of dark thoughts or to reassure her that all was well. Helena was still deciding when the play ended and they made their way down the street. Walking hand in hand to the small french bistro just down from the theater.
The maitre'd greeted the two women, Helena placed her hand on the small of Myka's back as they followed him through the small restaurant. He lead them back to a quite, intimate table near the fireplace. "Merci, Marcel" Helena replied as she took the offered menus, handing one to Myka as they took in the surrounds. Their waiter promptly came over with a bottle of Macon that had been chilled, per Helena's instructions when she had called for reservations earlier in the week.
He poured just a bit, both of them watching as Helena sniffed, swirled, then tasted. She nodded her head, as the waiter poured the wine for both women, he rambled the specials for the evening. "Merci beaucoup" Myka responded as she handed the menu back to the waiter. Helena lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smile slowly growing. "Mais oui. I do speak fluent French, Helena." Myka gave a sly grin as Helena's smile grew even wider.
Myka decided to let Helena take the lead, after all, it was Helena who asked Myka out. And to be perfectly honest with herself, she was feeling like a princess with all the lavish attention Helena doted upon her. After the appetizers were shared between them, Myka leaned forward, placing her hand on top of Helena's.
"Helena, why did you ask me out, I mean, don't get me wrong, I am loving all of this but, well..." Myka became a bit nervous, having to almost sit on her hand so she would not start rubbing the back of her neck. She didn't want to mess up all of Leena's hard work on her hair. "Its just, we have already made out and we were on our way to third base until the Goo shower."
"Myka, it was never my intention to treat you as common harlette, you mean so much more to me, I… I just… I lost my resolve and decorum that night as I watched you consuming that meal. Then when I found myself alone in your presence, all propriety had suddenly abandoned me." Helena tilted her head down, a small tint of shame coloring her cheeks.
"Until the Goo shower" Myka chuckled, trying to lift Helena out of her solemn mood.
"Yes, until that shower" Helena said as she lifted her head up. "Myka, what exactly, does 'third base' mean? Is that a modern American euphemism for snogging?" Myka almost choked on her wine. Holding her hand over mouth as Helena handed her a glass of water. "Are you alright, Darling?" Helena looked intently at Myka, hoping she would respond. They smiled as the waiter placed their entrees down in front of them.
"My apologizes Myka, such talk is not proper over this type of dining. I sometimes find my curiosity overwhelms my decorum. Which, needless to say has been conducive to many a social faux pas." Helena said, the small glint in her eye not going unnoticed. "How is your Cola Coq au vin ?"
"It is excellent, Helena, thank you. How is your Cuisses De Grenouilles?"
"They are delightful." Helena replied as she set her fork down. "Myka if you do not wish to answer, I quite understand." Helena said as she sipped her wine. Myka wiped the side of her mouth with the linen napkin, then placed it back into her lap.
"Helena, It is okay to ask me anything, really. Even over a meal such as this one." Myka took a health sip of her wine, nodding yes as Helena poured more. Clearing her throat, she leaned close to Helena. "Third base is slang… it is an analogy for…" Myka sat back, sipping more of her wine to settle her nerves. "First base is like snogging, kissing. Second base is like… when you were… what you were doing to my…" Myka leaned back a little, her hands making a cupping motion near her chest."
"When I was worshipping your breasts?" Helena smirked, flashing Myka a beautiful smile.
"Um, yes, second base is just like that." Myka blushed as she sat back. The waiter had appeared, Helena nodding yes as he started to clear the plates away. Myka sat back up, sipping on her wine as she watched Helena ordering dessert for them.
"Does Crème Brûlée appeal to your palette? It is has been ages since I indulged."
"To say the least." Myka replied.
Both women laughed, the joke being lost on the waiter as he left. Helena's heart warmed at seeing Myka so happy."Now, where were we?" Helena smiled as she leaned forward, her finger tracing over the top of Myka's hand. "Oh yes, you, Agent Bering, were about to explain the meaning of third base."
Myka sighed as she leaned closer to Helena, the wine making her feel a bit bold. "Third base is what… " Myka moved her hand, now tapping on Helena's fingers with her own. "Is where these magical fingers were heading before we were so rudely interrupted." Helena swallowed hard, she felt her skin heating up as Myka continued to stroke Helena's fingers with her own. She felt herself drowning in those heavenly green eyes, watching with intensity at the small flecks of gold that shimmered in the candle light.
The waiter had to clear his throat, twice, before they both leaned back, sitting upright in their chairs as they enjoyed their desserts. After the tab was settled, Helena held the chair out for Myka. They smiled to each other as they walked out of the quaint little bistro, Myka feeling the warmth from Helena's palm on the small of her back.
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They stood outside the bistro, both facing each other as Myka fiddled with Helena's tie. "That was the most delicious meal I've had in a long time." Myka smiled softly as she leaned closer to those lips that she had watched all evening, just the movement of them when Helena was speaking was enough to send shivers racing down her spine.
David opened the door, giving Helena ample room as she helped Myka in. He shut the door, racing to get into the car. As he settled behind the wheel, he noticed the partition was closed. He lowered the glass part way down, as per Helena's instruction from earlier in the evening.
"Ms Wells?"
Helena turned her head away from those heavenly eyes, as Myka stopped undoing her tie, casting a glaring look at the man as he adjusted the rear view mirror, wishing he hadn't. "Helena, its okay, we are still 'courting' right?" Myka asked as she gently cupped Helena's chin, turning to face those dark eyes. Her face started to relax as Myka finished undoing her tie, then the first two buttons on her shirt. Helena cleared her throat she held both of Mykas hands, stilling Myka's movements on her shirt.
"Yes, you are correct. Home please, Mr James." Helena said as she wrapped her arm around the younger woman's shoulders.
Myka rested her head on Helena's shoulder as they rode back, both holding each others hands as they listened to the music softly playing. Once in awhile, David would dare a glance back, meeting dark eyes, then darting them back on the road.
Helena kissed the top of Myka's head as they pulled up to the B&B. After Myka was helped out, she stood at the top of the stairs to the porch, watching as Helena shook the drivers hand, a big grin crossing his face as he tipped his hat.
Myka unlocked the door, turning off the porch light after Helena hung up her coat and Myka's shawl. Myka held Helena's hand as they both went up the stairs. She stopped at her door, opening it just a bit, stopping as Helena placed her hand over hers.
"Myka" Helena whispered as the younger woman turned around to face her. She gently kissed Myka, just barely brushing her tongue along Myka's bottom lip. Myka started to lean in, wrapping her arms loosely around Helena's neck, both moaning at the warmth of their bodies pressing together.
Helena pulled her body away, their lips still locked together as she ran her hands up Myka's arms, taking Myka's hands in hers as she pulled them down and then together into hers.
Breaking their kiss as she put their hands up to her lips, kissing them gently.
"My Darling Myka, I must bide you a good night. " Looking into Helena eyes, she held onto her hand as Helena tried to turn. She saw a flash, dare she put a name to it? She kissed Helena's hand and turned to open her door.
"I understand Helena, I had a wonderful time tonight. See you in the morning." Myka smiled as she closed her door. Leaning against the closed door from inside her room, Myka put her hand up on the smooth wood, her forehead pressed against the door. Myka smiled as she heard the faint whisper.
"See you in the morning, my love."
A/N An Ideal Husband is an 1895 comedic stage play by Oscar Wilde which revolves around blackmail and political corruption, and touches on the themes of public and private honour. The action is set in London, in "the present", and takes place over the course of twenty-four hours. "Sooner or later," Wilde notes, "we shall all have to pay for what we do." But he adds that, "No one should be entirely judged by their past."