A/N Since Cinco de Mayo is just around the corner, I think I will let the Agents have a little fun. Thanks for the reviews.
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"What is with all this traffic?" Pete fumed as his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel harder.
They had left Mr Riggs office a few moments ago, inspecting the necklace made out of the fossilized seal teeth and the strange stone it rested upon that was displayed in the man's office.
"If we can figure a way to get back into his office, neutralize both artifacts at the same time, it just might solve this case," Myka said to Artie over the Farnsworth as all three of the agents sat in the traffic jam.
"I think that might be best. Let's not take a chances; it could be a bifurcated artifact that is causing all this. I will send replicas of both to you as soon as possible," Artie said, cutting off Myka as she started to answer back.
"And a goodbye to you too, Artie," Myka mumbled as she closed the device, tossing it into her bag as she caught Helena smiling at her in the rear view mirror. Pete honked the horn again, causing Myka to jump in her seat. "Damn it, Pete! Honking the horn is not going to make the traffic part like the Red Sea so you can sashay to the hotel," Myka said as she rolled her eyes.
"On the contrary, when I was at Warehouse 12, I remember seeing such an artifact that could quite possibly part this congestion. It is a shame that we do not have the staff of Moses with us now. It would come in quite handy right about now," HG remarked as she and Myka exchanged glances in the mirror.
"Okay, first of all, I do not "sashay," Pete said as held his finger at Myka. "Second, OMG do we really have THE staff of Moses in the warehouse? That is so cool!" Pete said as they slowly made their way to the hotel.
"Not really, Agent Lattimer. It seems that the drawback to using said item is that the user who wields the staff is subjected to drowning in the water or killed by the thing they have parted, if they are not of Hebrew heritage," HG replied as they started to exit the SUV.
"Bummer," Pete mumbled as they walked into the hotel. As they passed the lobby, Pete stopped to chat up Amy, the desk clerk. Both women rolled their eyes as they kept on walking toward the elevator.
"Say, beautiful, what is with all the traffic today?"
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"I am so glad to be back here, out of all that traffic," Myka said as she tossed her bag onto the desk. A smile was forming on her face as she felt Helena come up behind her, those deceitfully strong arms wrapping around her waist, pulling them both together.
Myka was getting lost in the warmth of their bodies being pressed together by her time traveler. Myka let out an approving hum as HG brushed away her curls from her neck and Helena kissed just under her ear.
"Is that so?' Helena hummed against Myka's ear as she started to unbutton the younger agent's blouse, Myka's peaks hardening under the gently press of the older agent's fingers. Myka's hand wrapped around Helena's head, gently scraping her fingers at the Victorian's head as she turned around into those strong arms.
"Yes," Myka whispered against soft lips as she started to unbutton Helena's blouse, a hum of approval escaping her lips as Helena guided the young woman's hand down to the waistband of her trousers.
"I have been dreaming of taking you all morning," Myka said in a low timbre as she guided them both to the bed, Helena's legs bending at the feel of the mattress behind them.
"Please," Helena whispered against Myka's neck as they fell onto the bed, hands and fingers gripping at fabric as breaths of passion and need were felt against tender skin.
"Hey Mykes, let me in; I've got some intel."
The sounds of the knocking on the wood and her partners voice caused Myka to freeze. She slowly lifted her eyes to meet dark, lust filled orbs. Myka propped herself on her elbows over the top of her beautiful time traveler, their eyes held captive by one another as she spoke.
"This better be good," she growled as she got up, buttoning up her blouse. Myka turned to look at Helena on the bed. The older woman let out a sigh and nodded yes as she straightened up her blouse. Zipping her pants back up, Myka mouthed 'sorry' as her hand lingered on the door handle.
"Hey Mykes, great news, found out what all of this hullabaloo is about today and you…" Pete was saying as he came into the room. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw HG getting up from the bed. "Okayyyy…" he stuttered as he clasped his hands together. "Sorry if I interrupted anything, but this cannot wait," he said as he turned around to face his partner, watching as her blush turned to slight frustration.
"What is it, Pete?" Myka said, keeping her head down, only giving a slight raised eye to Helena as she closed the door, walking over to the table to sit down. "This better be about the case," she said as she started to pull out the files from her leather bag on the table, her head turning slightly as Helena cleared her throat softly.
"Happy Cinco de Mayo!" Pete beamed as he hugged Helena, her face frowning as she turned to Myka, a pleading look as she shoved away from Pete's awkward embrace.
"And what, pray tell, is so special about the fifth of May?" Helena snarked as she grabbed a few bottles of water from the mini-fridge, raising an eyebrow to Myka as she handed her a bottle of water. Myka smiled back as she twisted the cap off.
"Really?" Pete said in a childish whine as he looked back and forth between the two women. "Mykes, would you mind explaining it to our 'old lady'?" Pete pouted as he sat down.
"Explain what? And I do not appreciate your referance to my age. I will have you know that, technically, I am but a few years younger then you, Peter," Helena huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the man.
"Okay, you two, enough!" Myka said slightly annoyed from their squabbling as she got up, rubbing the back of her neck. She addressed Helena. "Cinco de Mayo is a holiday that has gained popularity over the years. On May 5, 1862, El Dia de la Batalla de Puebla took place. After the Mexican-American war, France, Britain and Spain took over parts of Mexico. President Veracruz defaulted on the money that had been loaned. France sent an army into Mexico. As the French army marched further into Mexico, they, the French army, met up with a strong resistance. At the town of Puebla, a huge battle took place, the Mexicans were outnumbered, 4,500 of them to France's 8,000 strong. The French army was defeated and driven back, thus gaining Mexico's independence over France."
Pete looked up at Myka, waving his hand for her to wrap it up.
"The jist of it is that we all now celebrate the independence and the struggle of a few to win over a so-called undefeatable foe. We all now go about getting drunk on bad Tequila and eating way too much so-called Mexican food," Myka said as she looked over at Helena and gave a slight smile.
"That's what I'm talking about! Tacos!" Pete said as he pointed his finger at Myka with a huge grin on his face.
"So, if I am to understand this correctly, the Americas are celebrating the rebellion of a country that defaulted on a loan and the government that was defeated in trying to recover said monies that were owed?" HG said as a slow smile spread across her face as she looked at Myka. She grinned back, knowing that Helena had caught on.
"No, No, HG, it was about a group of Mexicans standing up and beating back a whole army and… Mykes, help me out here." Pete whined as he looked at the two women.
Myka sighed, turning her head as she looked at her partner. "I think what Pete is getting at is it is a time to celebrate the David versus the Goliath scenario, and David winning," Myka smiled at Pete.
"Right, that's what I love about you, Mykes, Warehouse 13's own walking Wikipedia for the common man." Pete grinned as he wrapped an arm around Myka's shoulders. "Now, who is up for some tacos?" Pete smiled as he walked to the door, holding it open for the two women.
"Senoritas," Pete said as he bowed his head and waved his hand toward the open door.
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"So what part does the British Monarchy play in all of this?" Helena smiled as she clinked her glass against Myka's, enjoying the tart tang from the margarita she was sipping on, her eyes following Myka's slender fingers as the younger agent sipped her drink, putting her glass up to her lips.
"Not much," Myka shrugged as she played with a chip she was dunking into green salsa. "They had joined in the Naval invasion of Mexico with France and Spain, but didn't go ashore," Myka said as she bit on a tortilla chip, Helena watched, spell-bounded as those sensuous lips wrapped around the corn delight. Her mind wandering to thoughts of what they had been wrapped around that previous evening.
"Sopapillas for all." Pete grinned as he set the plates down in front of the two women. Helena cursed silently under her breath from the interruption of lustful thoughts as Pete started to hand out the sour cream and guacamole, while Myka handed him the hot sauce as her eyes stayed focused on the beautiful Brit before her.
As they enjoyed the food and drinks, Helena sat back with a satisfied grin. "That was delicious, Peter, thank you," Helena said. Her eye caught a dark-haired beauty who had been staring at them all afternoon. "I do believe you have an admirer, Mr Lattimer." Helena smirked as she sipped her drink.
"Where?" Pete said as he turned to look behind them.
"Evita Peron at three o'clock, Pete." Myka smirked as her hand came to rest on Pete's chin, tilting her partner's head to the side. Helena had to suppress a wave of jealousy that tried to claw its way up from the pit of her stomach at the sight of her woman touching that man.
Pete smiled as he jumped up from their table near the beach. "Excuse me, ladies, but little Pete feels the need to get his groove on. Don't wait up." Pete winked as Myka slapped his shoulder.
"Do I even want to know?" Helena asked with a glint in her eye as she raised her hand at the waitress, ordering two more margaritas with 'two shots of Tequila' as was requested by the younger agent.
"That music, I find, is quite intoxicating." Helena smiled to the server, then flashed her special smile she reserved for Myka. "Dance with me?" Helena asked as she held out her hand to the beauty before her.
"I can't," Myka said in an embarrassed tone as she sat back in her seat, crossing her arms and tilting her head down and away from Helena. Myka sighed as she felt Helena's hand cradle her face, as those strong fingers tilted her chin up. She looked up into soft mahogany eyes, a smile spreading across Helena's face. "I mean…" Myka leaned next to Helena's ear. "I don't know how… to dance." Myka blushed as she sat back, her eyes following the sway of the other people dancing in rhythm to the music, then shooting a worried look back to Helena.
"Nonsense, darling, it is all in the hips, and from what I have experienced first hand, you, Ms Myka Bering, have proven that those hips of yours are quite capable of moving to an intoxicating rhythm," Helena smirked as she took hold of the younger agent's hands, leading them to the middle of the makeshift dance floor.
"Now, just follow my lead," Helena said as she placed her hand on the younger woman's hip, her other held up, gripping Myka's fingers in hers as their eyes locked. "I believe this is very similar to the tango," Helena whispered into Myka's ear as they swayed to the beat. Helena spun the agent around, their fingers entwined. Their faces were close together, pulling their bodies near as their hips ground together.
Myka felt a boldness rising up in her as she felt Helena's body reacting to their touch. She spun Helena around, pressing the smaller agents back flush to her front. Her arms wrapped around the waist of the older woman as she leaned in, her lips next to Helena's ear.
"And why do you get to lead?" Myka whispered, her fingers gently pressing on Helena's hip bones as they swayed to the music.
Helena swallowed hard, then letting her head fall back on Myka's shoulder, she turned her head toward those heavenly lips, their mouths just a hair's breadth away from each other's.
"Myka, please," Helena whispered as she squeezed the younger agents hand that was wrapped around her waist.
"Please, what, Helena?" Myka purred into Helena's sweet neck as they swayed together. Helena decided enough was enough; she may have let Myka lead, giving over to the younger agent some control, but she was burning with desire. She had let the younger woman play with her long enough, giving ample time to let Myka grow in her own sexual confidence.
"Enough," Helena said sternly as she turned in Myka's arms, facing the agent with dark, lust-laden eyes. "Room, now," Helena all but growled in demand as she grabbed the woman's hand, dragging them back to the hotel.