A/N Thanks for all the reviews. I may write some more chapters if there is any interest.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
"Good morning," Myka smiled and said to the innkeeper as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Myka leaned against the counter, both hands firmly gripping the mug of liquid gold as she inhaled the heavenly scent.
"Good morning, or should I say, good night?" Leena smirked as she prepared the morning meal, her eyes glancing sideways at the tall agent, flipping the bacon then whipping up the eggs. Myka didn't say a word as she popped a home fry into her mouth. Myka followed after popping a potato, with a slight hum of approval as Myka sat down and sipped her coffee.
"It was perfect." Myka said as she smiled into her mug of joe. "I want to thank you for helping Helena… HG, with all you did," Myka said softly as Leena set a plate down in front of her.
"Help with what, Ms Goddess of Sappho?" Claudia yawned as she shuffled into the kitchen. Her red shocks of hair sticking up in the air as she rubbed the back of her arm, reaching for the pot of coffee. "Mug?"
Both Leena and Myka smiled as they watched the young techie pour her coffee. "Sooo… was there any 'Chicka Bow Wow?'
The young girl asked in a sing song voice. Myka frowned at the young techie as Claudia sat down at the table. "Yoinks" Claudia gulped as she watched Myka leaning toward her. Squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for that slap against her head. Much to her surprise, it was interrupted by the sing-song of the Petemeister entering the kitchen nook.
"Hey Hey Hey, we filming a porno in the kitchen?" Pete said as he sat down at the kitchen table. "Where is the fluffer?" Pete smirked as he smiled at Leena as she handed him his loaded plate of eggs.
"Like...EWWW… that is so gross, what are you, John Holmes?" Claudia mumbled as she drank more of her coffee. "What did you do, did you mess with his belt buckle again?" Claudia huffed, waving her arm in the air as Leena and Myka exchanged looks and smiles.
"Dang, Pete, you know how Artie gets all 'Mr Grumpy Pants' when you touch things in that aisle. We will all be on inventory for a dog's year because of you touching..."
"Because of touching what?" Helena asked as she sauntered into the kitchen, smiling at Leena, nodding her head in a 'thank you' as she sat down next to Myka with her cup of tea and the morning plate of breakfast.
Myka dared a quick glance over to her time-traveler as she tried to control her breathing. A slight breath hitched from her throat as she felt the warm, firm grasp of Helena's hand on her thigh.
The banter died down as all of them tucked into their morning meal. Leena had to turn her head away as she was almost blinded by the bright, glowing aura from the two women sitting across from her.
Helena's hand was gently grazing up Myka's thigh as they ate. Myka would suck in a gasp as the warmth of those fingers heated her very soul.
She knew Helena was testing their boundaries, refusing to give in to the teasing. Myka reached across for piece of toast, intentionally letting the back of her hand brush against Helena's chest. "Excuse me, may I?" Myka said in a low timbre as Helena tried her utmost to hold back the urge to grab said offending hand and guide it to where her mind had wandered
Helena swallowed roughly as she let her fingers brush against Myka's. Both green and chocolate orbs started to turn dark with lust and desire.
"We have a ping."
Artie said in a gruff voice as he slammed the folders down on the breakfast table. "Oh, Strawberry pastries!" The old man said as he reached for them.
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Myka shifted a bit next to Pete as Artie was going over the latest ping. "A curiosity," Helena whispered to Claudia as she tried to peek over the techie's shoulder.
"Pete, Myka, here are two tickets to Florida, you have a few hours before your flight," Artie said gruffly as he turned.
His hand clutched his chest as Mrs Frederic stood before them. Her perfectly coiffed self stood in front of Artie as she nodded to Leena and accepted the cup of tea.
"Arthur, I feel it would be best if Agent Wells was to accompany Agents Lattimer and Bering on this latest… 'ping,'" the caretaker said as the three agents eyes danced between themselves and the gruff agent.
"Agent Wells!?" Artie huffed, then sank down into the chair as the caretaker glared at him.
"I feel it is best if Agent Wells has her first case in the twenty-first century alongside agents Bering and Lattimer. Do I make myself clear, Arthur?" The caretaker said as she set her cup of tea down.
"Crystal" Artie mumbled as he handed the other case file over to HG.
"I've never been to Florida." Helena said with an almost childish glee as she looked over the file.
Even though Helena had traveled on this tin can when she first dealt with Macpherson, it did not ease her phobia, Myka sat next to the agent. Pete was already buckled in across the aisle from them as Myka reached across, her fingers gripping Helena's in her's. Pulling those long tapered digits to her lips. Myka whispered "Relax, it will be okay."
She smiled as she watched Helena's one hand grip her thigh. "I am sorry, my Darling, yet I may understand the aerodynamics, I am sure it was not the Gods plans for mere mortals to fly with clouds between their knees." Helena whispered.
It was all routine as they landed, checking past security, Pete flagging down a cab as they loaded their bags.
Pete drove them all to the hotel room after they had rented a SUV from the airport car-rental. Helena tried her best to watch how this new fangled death trap operated. Her mind still a bit disoriented from the flight as she watched Pete engage the tin can. She felt Myka's hand upon hers, a small smile was cast her way as they rode down the palm laden road.
Helena let out a grateful sigh as they checked into their hotel room, grateful to have her legs on solid ground.
Both women were unpacking their things in the cramped hotel room, trying their best to not brush against each other. Myka rubbed the back of her neck as she pointed to the dresser drawers.
"Are you a top or a bottom?"
Myka felt all the blood rush from her heart to her cheeks with her subconscious remark. How the hell could she ask Helena that. Myka had never been with a woman before, but with Sam, she had loved herself taking control. But what was Helena? What was she to me? Did it matter?
All Myka knew was that brief encounter in the warehouse. She loved the feel of Helena against her, pressing, needing, wanting her. Since when did it matter who was on top of whom.
'Labels are for cans, not people'
An off-handed remark that reverberated in her head from her old college roommate when she had tried to kiss Myka during a drunken Frat party.
'Sexuallty is fluid', The husky breath of unreason from Myka's former roommate, it kept ringing in her head as she watched Helena standing before her, a beautiful blue shirt in Helena's hand as they had stopped, mid-stride with their unpacking.
Myka let her white T-shirt drop to the floor as she stalked towards Helena. Her tongue licking her bottom lip moist, as her hands gripped the Victoren's hips, pulling them close.
"Is the 'courting' over yet" Myka rasped against the pale white skin as her lips claimed the quivering flesh against her's. Myka felt her Brit becoming putty in her arms as her teeth nipped at that alabaster skin. Helena's fingers digging deep into her skin as she canted her hips into hers.
"Yes, my Darling girl." Helena rasped out as she let herself just,... be.
"Hey Mykes." The rasping at the door made both women stiffen in each others arms.
"No force shall deter me." Myka rasped out as she pushed them both to the door. Helena let out a low groan as her fingers danced over those perfect breasts. Her fingers pinching and massaging them to erect forms as Myka's head fell into Helena's shoulders.
"What is it Pete?" Myka strained in her best, annoyed voice.
"Umm...well, my stomach needs food and I thought we could check out the local seafood shack and…"
"And what, Pete!" Myka growled as she felt Helena ripping her blouse away. The buttons popping against the Tarze floor. A soft clinking as they bounced around the room. Helena let out a shuttered breath with each inch of skin exposed.
"My beautiful Myka, I fear I can not hold back my desire for you much longer." Helena whispered against silken breasts. Her fingers tugging at the younger agents snug button and zipper. "Damn these modern torture device's." Helena cursed
"Here baby, let me." Myka moaned into her Brit's neck as she marked her lily white skin.
"Peteee." Myka sung out as she let herself be spun around, letting out a soft 'upmm' as her back hit the door. "Ummm, we… HG and I will met up later with you. We, Helena...HG and I need to go over the case files." Myka barely got out in a less than breathy tone. Pete's vibes were on overdrive as he leaned closer to the door.
"Mykes, I am getting a hinky vibe here. Are you sure…" The loud thump against the door plus with his vibes made Pete jump back. Pete almost put his hand against the door as his other hand rubbed his stomach.
A small grin crossed his face as his eyes lit up with the realisation of what was happening behind that closed door. "Okay, no worries, I will order some wings to go for you two." Pete smirked as he walked away. Stopping mid-stride, he was just letting his hand hover over the door.
"Don't you dare." Myka growled from the offending oak door.
""What?! I didn't do a ...never mind… wings… on them" Pete sputtered out as he jogged to the hotel elevator. Flipping his card key in his hand as he started down at it
"Just do not hurt her." Pete whispered.
Myka let a sobbed breath escape her lips as Helena all but cannibalized her way down her skin. "Helena" Myka rasped out as she tried to control her ragged breaths.
"There are lives at stake Agent Bering" was all that was said with the hoarse voice over the Farnsworth.
"How many hours?" Myka's breath said harshly to the gruff agent.