A/N Thank you for the reviews, I do not write 'Canon' and artifact stories, AU is my thing. So, with that being said, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I own Nothing of SyFy.
"That wasn't so bad, as snag, bag and tags go," Pete said as they closed the door behind them to the B&B. Both women stopped dead in their tracks, glaring at Pete as he started to walk up the stairs.
"Really? Seriously Pete? You tried to eat a seal, while it was still alive!" the younger agent huffed as she hiked her bag higher up on her shoulder.
"Now now, darling, you were able to stop Agent Lattimer before he gorged himself on said, poor animal," Helena replied, smiling to Claudia as she came into the room. Claudia started to reach for Helena's bag, the Time Traveler backing away from her grasp. Claudia gave a hurt look as Helena tried to soothe the poor girl.
"I am truly sorry, dear, but I still have the aroma about myself. I will carry my own bag and sort through the offending garments," Helena smiled, patting Claudia's shoulder as she made her way upstairs.
Claudia turned to the two agents, still arguing at the bottom of the stairs, watching as Myka punched Pete's arm from his glib remark.
"Look, all I am saying is that just because the Regents gave her a made-up license, does not mean she should be driving. Jeeze, Mykes, she almost crashed the car when she came tearing through the place," Pete whined, flinching as Myka pulled her arm back, ready to slug her partner again.
"Oh...kay there Muhammad Ali, take a breather there slugger," Claudia said as she grabbed Myka's arm.
Myka turned, glaring at the techie, then dropping her shoulders as she sighed.
"Sorry, Pete, I am just really tired from the flight and snag and I still smell like fish," Myka replied as she looked between the both of them. A dead silence feel upon the room, both Pete and Claudia clamped their hands over their mouths, trying to repress the snort begging to escape.
"Fish… get it?" Pete snarked as he started to bolt up the stairs.
"What?" Myka looked at the young red-head who was failing in her attempt to hold back her laughter.
"Umm… yeah, well?" Claudia mumbled as she turned every shade of red.
"Hey! Didn't you say something about HG crashing the car? Maybe some driving lessons are needed for the old lady," Claudia smirked as she looped her arm around Myka,s, walking up the stairs with the taller agent.
"You know, you do have a point, maybe I should give Helena driving lessons. I am sure things are very different now, from the horse and buggy days," Myka said absent-mindedly to herself as they walked up the stairs. Claudia sniffed Myka's arm and jumped away.
"Maybe a Silkwood shower or three, before you give her driving lessons," Claudia snarked as she crinkled her nose.
"Here," Myka huffed as she shoved the bagged artifacts to Claudia.
"If I have to risk my life teaching Helena how to drive in the twenty-first century, the least you can do is take these to the warehouse," Myka said as she tossed her bag into her room.
"Yeah, no problemo, but first, maybe you should wash the smell of 'Lesbifish' off of you first," Claudia quipped, then seeing a hand heading her away.
"Hey, no killing the messenger, get it now… fish… women?" Claudia grinned as she held her hands up to Myka.
"That is so wrong, in so many ways," Myka fumed as Claudia rushed down the stairs.
"Children, Artie is right, we work with children," Myka mumbled as she leaned against the frame of her door. The sound of soft curses snapped Myka out of her thoughts. She walked to Helena's door, ajar, she poked her head in.
"Is everything okay, Helena?" Myka asked as she opened the door. Helena scrambled to hide the Corsican vest she had acquired from MacPherson's contact in Ft. Lauderdale the day before.
"Yes, darling," Helena all but sing-songed as she shut the door of the closet with her hip. A slight shadow of guilt crossing her face as she met clear green eyes.
"So, as I have been informed..." Myka smirked as she shut the door with her foot behind her, her hand reaching back as she clicked the lock. Helena raised an eyebrow, the dark shadow fading from her face as she watched the taller agent stalk towards her. She gulped back a bit of trepidation as Myka tersely grabbed her hips, Helena's arms automatically wrapping around Myka's neck as heated lips crashed together.
"We smell like an aquarium, and, because of the need to conserve hot water..." Myka said in a lustful, low timbre, with labored breaths, her hand slipping under the hem of Helena's blouse, causing the older woman to shiver with wanton needs as warm fingers slided down the small of her back.
"That a hot shower is needed," Myka whispered against a soft, smooth neck.
"I concur," Helena was just barely able to moan as the younger agent guided them to the bathroom.
XXX
"Okay, seat belt fasten?" Myka asked as she held the driving manual in her hands, not looking up as the older woman adjusted her rear view mirror.
"Yes, it is at optimal secureage," Helena replied as she squared her shoulders.
"Check, will do just fine," Myka mumbled as she studied the guide.
"Darling, I still do not understand why this is a necessity? I do believe since I was able to take apart, and then re-assembly said automobile, that I have full knowledge of this combustible death trap," Helena snarked as she tugged at the offending belt, adjusting it so it fit snugly between her breasts.
"What?" Helena snarked as she adjusted her bra.
Myka was slacked-jawed as she watched Helena's fingers dance around her bra and then the seat belt, turning her head, Myka wiped a bit of spittle from the corner of her mouth.
"Maidenform, my arse," Helena sneered as she readjusted herself, her hand firmly gripped on the gear shift, her eyes focused on the road ahead as Myka smiled, waving her hand for them to proceed.
"Stop! OH MY GOD! stop now!" Myka yelled, her knuckles turning white from gripping the dashboard. Helena let out loud yelp as she turned hard to left, the car spinning to abrupt stop as gravel shot everywhere.
"Woo! Now that will get the old ticker racing!" Helena grinned as she slammed on the brakes.
Myka sucked in a gasp of air, glaring at Helena, she jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut as she grumbled. Helena watched from the driver's side, struggling with the seat belt as she tried to free herself.
Helena threw her head back against the headrest, turning to watch as the younger agent was throwing her hands up in the air, cursing to the sky above, some said expletives causing the jaded woman to blush.
Helena had just released herself from the confines of the damned restraints when she heard Myka's Farnsworth blaring. She reached for it on the passenger seat, the young girl's face popping onto the small screen.
"Hey there, Mario Andretti, how goes the lesson?" Claudia asked as she looked at her mentor running her hand through her dark locks.
"Not so well, I fear I have pushed our intrepid teacher to the breaking point," Helena said, turning the Farnsworth to the sight of the raging younger agent. Myka's hands clenched in balls of fury, shaking at the sky above as curses flowed freely.
"Yikes! HG, what did you do?" Claudia gulped as the Time Traveler came back into view.
"Why am I always subjected to accusations?" Helena huffed.
"Ummm...genius, Father of science fiction, are you really that dense?" Claudia quipped as she started to type away.
"Whatever are you rambling on about?" Helena said, a bit of tenseness in her voice as she tried to solve this puzzle.
"Okay, I will spell it out for you, you, really need to calm Mykes down, come on… how dense can you be?" Claudia said as she watched Helena from the screen.
"So, am I to assume that I need to appease her?" Helena queried.
"HG, where are you at right now? Anyone near you two?" Claudia asked, not looking up from the screen.
"Well, the only living souls out here in the middle of nowhere are a herd of Heifers watching us at the moment," Helena replied, watching as Myka threw her arms up toward the car.
"HG, is it getting dark? Like no lights around, starry night and all?" Claudia smirked as she looked into the Farnsworth.
"Ahh… I do believe I am starting… as you say… getting your drift," Helena smiled as she looked over to the younger agent pacing back and forth.
"You already know how to drive, don't you, HG?" Claudia smirked.
"Well, my young Donavon, let's just keep that between the two of us, shall we?" Helena smirked, nodding to the young red-head as she shut the Farnsworth closed.
Helena opened the passenger side door, adjusting her blouse; she put on her best, come hither grin.
"Myka, Darling, would you mind showing how I get out of this blasted death trap," Helena smiled sweetly. She watched as Myka froze in place, slapping her hands down on her thighs, she marched over to the car.
"Okay, look, I know I have tons of patents, but you are really pushing it, Wells…" Myka trailed off as Helena tried to struggle with the seat belt, pushing her chest out further, batting her eyelashes at the younger woman.
"Look, you do not have to try to seduce me," Myka mumbled as she freed Helena from her restraints. Their lips mere hairs breathe apart.
"I feel like I am back at the drive-in," Myka whispered as she sat back, trying her best to repress the crimson tide that was crashing in waves over her face.
"What is a drive-in?" Helena asked as she felt Myka's hand tracing patterns on her black jeans.
"Here," Myka cleared her throat, adjusting the radio to play an old movie on the one channel she loved to listen to.
"Sit back, close your eyes, and imagine the words as pictures in your head" Myka whispered as she leaned her head on Helena's shoulder. As luck, would have it, it was close to Halloween, the old radio broadcast of Orson Welles "War of the Worlds" was being aired.
"Wait, that is my story!" Helena tried to jump up at the sounds of the familiar words. Myka held her thigh firmly in place as she whispered in Helena's ear.
"I know, babe. Just sit back and listen," Myka said, brushing her lips against the cool skin of the time traveler's neck. Her hand now at the last few buttons of the light blue blouse as her tongue traced down, feeling Helena's throat move under her lips as Helena swallowed.
"Well, this Orson chap seems to be doing my tale justice," Helena shuddered as her legs parted at the feel of those warm fingers invading, tugging at the button and zipper on her trousers.
"It is a rite of passage, for every American teenager," Myka whispered, her lips ghosting against now harden nipples that she had exposed to the chilly night air. Helena gripped Myka's wrist as her hand found purchase in warm, soft folds.
"But, I am neither American nor a teenager," Helena moaned out into Myka's curls, her head bent down to kiss the top of those curls , Helena watching as those lips were slaving away at her chest.
"Potato, Potahto. Just semantics," Myka growled against a hardened nipple that slipped from between the grasp of her teeth, Myka's ministrations increasing with each labored breath from Helena.
The melodramatic drone of the actors voices playing on the radio were muffled by labored gasps for air. Helena's one free hand tugged at the zipper of Myka's jeans. Helena rolled her body over on top of the agent as she shook from her release. Helena's fingers digging down into those glorious folds, her breaths ragged from her release as she stoked the passions in Myka.
Helena gripped the headrest, her knuckles turning white as she applied more weight on her arm; 'fulghum with applied force' was running through Helena's head. A sharp gasp from Myka wiping that thought away. Helena's increased her thrusts, her wanton desires flooding all her senses as she needed to feel her love come undone under her.
"I.. Helena… I lo… " Myka groaned out.
"Please, do not utter those three words," Helena ruefully said into the shell of Myka's ear as she felt the young agent tremble under her.