A/N Thank you for all the reviews and follows. This chapter is a bit short; RL has drained me this week.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
Myka settled back in the cramped airplane seat after she had placed her and Helena's luggage in the overhead compartment. "Damn cheap, Artie," she cursed under her breath, trying to stretch her long legs under the seat in front of her.
"What was that, darling?" Helena asked, looking down as she finished securing herself into the seat next to Myka.
"I was grumbling about how cheap Artie can be sometimes when it comes to flight seats," Myka replied. Feeling Helena's fingers brush over her thighs, then gripping into the fabric of the denim as the plane started to taxi down the runway.
"I despise these infernal tin cans," Helena whispered to herself, shooting Myka a worried glance. Helena squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers wrapping around Myka's as the plane started to take off.
Helena squeezed tighter, her death grip almost cutting off the circulation in Myka's fingers as the plane shook, and then leveled off. "Good riddance to Pittsburg," Myka sighed as she turned to Helena, and after a quick scan of the cabin to make sure none of the other passengers were looking, she raised their entangled fingers to her lips, placing a quick, chaste kiss on their hands.
"Are you okay?" Myka asked, waving her hand up to the flight attendant who was working her way down the aisle with the beverage cart. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid question," Myka sighed as she raised two fingers to the attendant. "Four Scotch and one Mellow Yellow, no ice," Myka ordered.
"Nothing stupid could ever be uttered between those lips," Helena said as she handed Pete his soda, then taking the four small bottles, placing them on the tray Myka had pulled down for them.
"Yeah, well… you are kind of biased when it comes to…" Myka cut her sentence off as she watched Helena give her a curt smile. "It's just, after watching you interact with the little girl back there, with her losing her brother, I just thought it may have brought up...things with Christina," Myka said, keeping her eyes downcast as she poured them both a drink.
Helena nodded her thanks as Myka handed her the plastic cup of the golden liquid, downing the whole glass in one shot. "Yes, very astute, your powers of observation are...; let's just change the topic, shall we?" Helena stated to Myka, trying her best to maintain her composure. Both women sat in silence, sipping on their libations, lost in thought.
"Helena, when we were back at the warehouse, you had said that many of your lovers had been men. Is it safe to assume that… I mean, were you, did you ever fall for a woman?" Myka asked, swallowing hard as her eyes were glued to her finger that was tracing around the rim of her plastic cup.
"I do believe I was in the middle of showing you how I felt about women before Mrs. Frederic took a turn," Helena whispered against Myka's ear.
"Ahh, yes, the 'conversation' we were having before…" Myka grinned as she sipped her drink. Helena gave Myka a sideways glance as she followed the younger woman's lead, sipping on her drink. Myka had noticed the shadow leave Helena's face, a calm demeanor had taken over. Myka set her drink down and started to fumble with her seatbelt.
"I need to...umm...excuse me, Helena, I need to get by," Myka said as she stood up.
Helena got up from her seat, letting the younger agent pass by her into the aisle. Small smiles were exchanged as fingers brushed over an English hand as Myka walked toward the lavatory toward the back of the plane.
"You okay? You look a little, I don't know, nervous?" Pete said to Helena as he fumbled with his bag of peanuts.
Helena looked at the male agent as she sat down, readjusting herself in her seat as she shook her head at Pete.
"What?" Pete asked as he put his headphones on. "It's Marley and Me… so sad," Pete said as he settled back into his cramped seat. "You know, Myka is a bit of a nervous flyer, she usually buries her nose in the case files or a book. You should go make sure she's okay," Pete said to Helena as he sunk back in the small airplane seat, turning his attention to the small screen in front of him. "OH, look at the puppy," Pete mumbled as his fingers danced across the small screen.
Helena turned back to the tray where their drinks sat. "Righty-ho," Helena whispered to herself as she slugged back the last of the Scotch. She removed her jacket, smoothing down her white t-shirt as she walked down the aisle.
X
Helena smiled at the older man who had just exited the bathroom, solving the mystery to which one Myka was in. Knocking of the thin lavatory door, Helena asked, "Myka?"
"Just a sec," Myka replied as she hurried to wash her hands, forgetting to button up her jeans as she unlocked the door.
"Peter suggested that I check in on you; it seems I am not the only one who is a bit put off with this mode of transportation," Helena said as she closed the door behind her. She scanned Myka's form, raising an eyebrow at the unbuttoned jeans. Helena felt the nervousness leave her stomach, within a few seconds being replaced by a burning desire to kiss Myka.
"Helena, I was just…" Myka was unable to finish her sentence as British lips pressed against hers. Firm fingers found purchase inside her unbuttoned jeans, a rushed breath of air escaping from her lungs as her body was pushed forcibly against the wall of the bathroom.
"Hey, slow down…" was all Myka could get out in a shaky breath as long, tapered fingers invaded her most intimate place. Myka's head thumped softly against the thin wall of the airplane bathroom as Helena's urgent lips connected to the pulse point where neck met shoulder. Helena's other hand desperately searched for bare skin to connect with her own as her knee split Myka's legs apart. Helena's fingers stroked Myka to a heightened crescendo that caused her eyes to roll back.
"Helena...please," were the only words that Helena allowed to escape from Myka's lips as her teeth tugged at the younger agents bottom lip.
Helena's had been struggling with her conscience for the last few weeks. Even more so since she had found herself with a desire to wake up every morning to those radiant eyes. She would lay there next to her at night and inhale the heavenly scent that was uniquely Myka. One moonless night, she was enchanted, watching Myka's breaths escaping across her lips; Helena drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes. She envisioned a whisp of Myka's essence slowly seeping into a minute crack in her harden heart.
Myka's nails dug deep into Helena's shoulders as she shuddered, causing the older woman a momentary lapse of thought.
"I would always give you the bigger half of that dessert," Helena rasped out against the tender skin behind Myka's ear.
Myka felt her knees giving way at Helena's small confession. It was the closest she figured to Helena saying how she really felt, and it was all she had needed to tip her completely over the edge.
As Helena felt the younger woman shiver, she tried to repress her thoughts of enveloping the world in a cold embrace as warm arms pulled her close. All those plans that she had meticulously worked out for over 100 years in the bronze started to fade away with each moist, desired breath brushing against her neck from the younger woman.
"Baby?" Myka whispered against the shell of Helena's ear. Their hips both stopped their movement as Myka reached up, holding Helena's face in the palm of her hands. Forest green eyes held sway on chocolate orbs as Myka's thumb gently caressed across a sharp cheek bone.
"You are my...Myka, you mean the world to me," Helena whispered as she started to pull back.
Myka shuddered at the loss of Helena's warm body against hers, and as the older woman started to pull out, Myka's inner walls gripped, tightening and embracing Helena inside of her.
"Please, don't leave," Myka whispered, trying to repress the aching want that was screaming inside of her.
Helena felt a small moan of defeat escape her throat as she stood still. "As you wish,"
"All I know is that we share...something, whatever this is," Myka said as she drew Helena closer to her, wrapping her hands in dark, silken tresses as their bodies drew flush to one another's.
Myka swallowed hard, her walls relaxing as Helena flexed her fingers.
"I cannot begin to understand the pain and loneliness that you suffered, Helena. But, please, let me try to temper some of that storm inside of you," Myka whispered, their lips barely brushing as their foreheads rested against each other.
Helena body shook from the earnest tone and look of longing and understanding from those green eyes. Everything she planned, especially using Myka as a means to an end, warring inside of her, started to ebb. Helena gasped as she felt the cold, icy shell around her heart cracking.
"Please," the deep timbre in Myka's voice snapped Helena out of her dark train of thoughts as she felt her strong, loving agent gently twitch against her.
"I do so adore you," Helena whispered as she tugged the younger woman's bottom lip and then kissing the tender skin of the woman she… what was Myka to her?