A/N Okay, we are coming to the end of S2 'fun and fluff', I am sure we ALL know what happens at Yellowstone. So I am going to have this chapter as the last 'fluff' before all hell breaks loose.
I am thinking of continuing with 'fluff' B&W scenes from S3, S4 and S5, as well as scenes that should have been. I am taking some 'liberties' with the show so things may get a little OOC. If you have issues with that, then don't read. This is my story and I write what I would like to see between them as the seasons went on.
There are 'fluff' scenes that push the T rating, so be warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
The air was dry, the horrendous odor of sweat and camel dung mingled with the stiflingly heat, causing the overcrowded market place to become almost unbearable. If it were not for the blessed aroma of vanilla emanating from Helena's hair which was so nearly brushing against Myka's bare arm, coupled with the lingering moments of their time together last night, she would have vacated what little she had eaten from earlier that morning at the hotel.
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Myka was still feeling a bit stiff from the long plane ride. It did not help her mood that as soon as they checked into the hotel, the Farnsworth was blaring.
"Good Lord, can that man not even wait till we have closed the door!" Helena said, exacerbated by the long journey and obnoxious sound of the device as she shut the door behind the two of them with the back heel of her boot. Dropping her bag down, it made a soft thud as Myka turned to her, setting her own bag down on the nearest dresser, digging around she found the source of Helena's disdain and opened the flashing device.
"Have you landed yet?" The gruff voice filling the small hotel room. Myka sighed and gave Helena a half smile, looking up and sideways at her as she set her satchel down on the small formica table.
"And a hello to you too Artie, yes, we just checked into our rooms. How is Mrs. Frederic holding up?" Myka asked, her eyes never leaving Helena's as she watched the older woman remove her jacket, smiling just a bit as Helena removed her boots.
"She is semi-stable for now, Vanessa thinks the EMI readings have slowed because of the lack of activity around warehouse 2. You three need to meet up with the regent first thing tomorrow at the designated rendezvous."
"So, we just…" Myka was cut off by Artie hanging up on her. She slammed the Farnsworth shut and tossed it on the bed. Running her hand against the back of her neck, she started to pace the room, turning; she headed into the small bathroom. Helena kept the slight smirk on her face as she watched the younger woman storm off, then turning to unpack her things.
"Darling, left or right?" The sound of that heavenly Essex lithe floated in between the ajared bathroom door. Myka stilled her hands, the water trickling between her cupped hands as she was just splashing water on her face. Grabbing a towel from the rack, Myka wiped her face dry as she walked back into the room.
"What, sorry, I didn't hear y…" Myka was saying when the sight before her caused her to stop mid-stride.
Helena was standing by the closet, shirts and jackets in either hand. Her shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, her white lacy bra barely containing her breasts, her trouser button undone.
Helena had unbuttoned her pale blue blouse, the very same one she wore that day when Myka had caught her in Coach Tapping's office. The very same pale blue blouse she had felt brush her fingers as she held Helena against the wall in a choke grip, the collar brushing against her fingers with each labored breath from Helena's gasps for air.
Myka's breath hitched as she let her hand and towel drop by her side. "What?" Myka was barely able to utter, fantasies, which had yet to be fulfilled, flooded her. Many a night, alone, before Helena came back as an agent, Myka would pleasure herself.
Long, drawn out, torturous fantasies of turning Helena around, pressing the older woman flush against the wall and taking her. Myka had moaned out, many a time, her release as she dreamt of biting and growling out her own release into Helena's shoulder.
With her outward quiet demeanor, Myka had been content to let her lovers take control, never finding one she had trusted enough to reveal her hidden desire to lord over them. Nothing as aggressive as S&M, a little pain once in a while from a nip or bite, but, definitely no chains or whips, handcuffs on the other hand...hmm.
Submissive top, I am telling you Claud, I can total see HG as that. You are brain-fried with all that porn Pete. No, just hear me out, all big and bad and totally in control, I can see HG as that, wanting to let go and let some aggressive bottom totally rule her. And what is an aggressive bottom in that twisted, porn soaked mind of yours Petmeister? Well, Myka, look at her, can totally see Mykes as an aggressive bottom. He's right Claudia, they would be a perfect fit. Thank you Leena! See Leena gets it, oh, chocolate chip cookie!
Myka had stood behind the bookcase as she had listened to the banter between the three of them one lazy Sunday afternoon. She had brought Helena and her back to the B&B after a long morning of inventory, of course, a mid-morning break was spent with Myka pushed against a shelve in the HG Wells aisle as Helena pleased them both.
'I need a quick shower, Love.' Helena had said as she pecked Myka's cheek, then headed upstairs.
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"Myka… Darling, left or right side of the closet?" Helena's voice shook Myka out of her thoughts.
"Neither," Myka whispered as she stalked toward the Brit, her green eyes capturing dark, surprised ones as she started to push her frame taunt against Helena's, the forward momentum causing them both to lurch forward. A surprised hiss escaping Helena's mouth as her back made contact against the hard wooden door, feeling the younger woman's hand pushing against her throat.
"Turn, now," came out as a throated growl from Myka as she released the pressure of her tall frame away from Helena's. Her hand staying against the older woman's throat as Helena gulped, her eyes widen with lust as she obeyed and turned, letting her cheek press against the cool wood.
"Hands, up against the door," Myka said in a deep timbre against the shell of Helena's ear, nipping and sucking at the lob. Her tongue tugging Helena's earing into her mouth as her other hand slipped in between the unbuttoned trousers.
Helena gasped, first from the overpowering feel of letting go and letting Myka have her way with her and the feel ofMyka's fingers gripping around her throat, gently pushing with each gasp of air she tried to find. Then the hard bang of the wood against her cheek, vibrating in an almost painful rhythm.
"Mykes, HG, its dinner time," the clueless agent said from behind the other side of the door. Helena didn't know if her body was jumping at the rudeness of the interruption or the aggressive nature of Myka's fingers on and in her.
"Speak Helena, tell him anything" Myka growled next to Helena's ear. Helena turned her cheek, her forehead now pressed against the door. The vibration from Pete's knocking, coupled with the heated thrusts from Myka caused her knees to give way. Her nails dragged against the wood as she started to slide down.
"I got you, Hun," Myka whispered as her arm wrapped around Helena's waist. Myka's rhythm was steady, nothing interrupting her quest.
"Agent Lattimer," Helena cleared her throat, hearing her first words coming out horse. "Myka is in the the loo and…" Myka jerked her body harder against Helena's, her teeth then clamping down on Helena's exposed shoulder.
Helena groaned at the sensation, "Please, take me," Helena whispered, her lips brushing against the wooden door as her forehead pressed into the wood
"What was that HG?" Pete asked, his stomach was flipping, not sure if it was because of the long flight without anything as solid as a bacon cheeseburger to fill him, or a hinky vibe that something was going on behind that wooden door.
"Peter, for Gods sakes," Helena all but yelled as her hand hit the door, causing Pete to jump away from the door. "Would you please afford a lady time to collect herself after such a long journey, we will meet in the lobby in...half an hour."
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Pete watched as Helena and Myka came down the stairs and toward the lobby, his stomach was still turning flips as he watched them talking to each other.
"You do realize that you will pay for that little power play of yours," Helena whispered to Myka as they spotted Pete sitting in an overstuffed chair in the lobby.
"I'm counting on it," Myka grinned. Helena whipped her head around, watching the Cheshire grin spreading against her beautiful American's face.
Just before they reached earshot range of the other agent, Myka stopped, gripping Helena's hand, she leaned in, "Thank you," She whispered.
"For what, Darling," Helena asked.
"For letting me trust you, with that," Myka smiled.
As Pete started to get up, his stomach flipped, the vibe all but stopped him from standing.
"As I hope I have earned yours," Helena whispered.
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Myka felt a spark race up her spine as Helena's hand brushed against hers, feeling the sly glance of Helena's eyes on hers as she pulled the drape back. All three stared at the regent sitting at the table in the market place. Myka had drowned out Pete's quip when regent Valda raised his head.
"That would be a mistake, Agent Lattimer,"
As they rode in the jeep down through the rough terrain, a bump in the road jostled them, causing Helena to slip against Myka. "Sorry, Love," She whispered, her hand gripping Myka's thigh to steady herself. The exchange had not gone unnoticed by Valda as he looked at the gentle exchange in the rear view mirror between the two agents.
"So, tell me agent Lattimer, any lingering thoughts as to wanting to shoot me?" Valda asked, trying to distract the others.
"Nope, all good," Pete smiled, blissfully unaware of the heated exchange between the two women sitting in the back seat. He did rub his stomach, 'no doubt from that funky breakfast' Pete thought to himself, trying his best to shrug off the vibes in his gut.
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Myka shook her head, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she followed Helena away from the others. She watched as Helena turned her head over her shoulder, nodding for Myka to follow her inside the tent. Myka stopped, looking around to make sure no one was watching, she made her way over to the tent, kicking up sand with each boot-fall.
"Myka," the words filling her ears as she was pushed against a desk after she let the flap fall behind her. Myka let her head loll back as Helena attacked her neck. She watched the sharp beams of light invade through the holes of the tent illuminate the dark room.
Her breath hitched as she heard Helena groan against her throat as her nimble fingers worked at the button of her dark brown jeans.
"Hun, Helena?" Myka rasped as she slipped her hands around Helena's face, her thumbs tracing the sharp cheeks as her hands cradled Helena face. Their lips meeting, just before touching, they both gasped as Helena's fingers slipped in between Myka's undergarments.
"Slow down, we have time," Myka whispered as her lips brushed against Helena's.
"Time is a fickle lover," Helena whispered as she pushed her fingers forward.
"Helena, really, what is going on?" Myka said, her voice rising as she gripped Helena's descending wrist, stilling the Brit's finger's from their full migration into her.
"Am I not the perfect picture of a dashing British Archaeologist?" Helena asked, the timbre in her voice cracking with just a hint of insecurity.
"Sweetie, what is going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" Myka whispered against Helena's ear, trying her utmost to repress the convulsions of her walls against the fingers still inside of her.
Myka felt the warm trickle of the single tear that found its way from Helena's cheek unto hers. "Is this about your little girl, that picture you saw?" Myka asked tentatively.
Not sure how far she could take this line of questioning, her every attempt to get Helena to talk about Christina was met with her being given the best heights of pleasure from the older woman. Myka knew, in the darkest recesses of her mind, she knew that Helena was deflecting away from her feelings.
And once again, Myka found herself in the same position, her body being manipulated away from her question.
Myka sighed into Helena's neck, impaling her hips onto Helena's fingers as she decided to be conquered, once again. She was too mentally stressed, many other pressing thoughts and obligations were at the forefront.
Their talk of loss and feelings would have to take a back seat until the warehouse and Mrs. Frederic were safe.
A far away sound tickled at Myka's ears as she gripped Helena's back, her fingers digging in as her release was near.
"Mykes?" was but a small echo as Myka's labored breaths seemed to crescendo with wanton waves that crashed over her.
"Yes, my Darling," Helena's voice warred with the faint word of her name echoing in the background. "Give yourself to me," was rasped against Myka's neck as her shook from her release.
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Myka hugged Pete, slapping his raised hand as they turned to the sound of Helena calling to her.
"Myka, come here, you have to see this." Myka looked at Pete as he waggled his eyebrows,
"Your lady love is calling." Pete smirked
"Not funny, Latimer, " Myka said as she slugged his shoulder, they oohed and awed as they made their way down to the now darken center of the warehouse.
Myka could not help but smirk at Helena's rear, those shorts hugging her curves just so, after her and Pete had rambled on about how they had shut down the warehouse.
"I do hope you can forgive me," was all Helena said as she turned around, a steely look in her black eyes as she held the Tesla up to the two of them.
Helena tried not to wince as the rays lite up the room. She sucked in a breath, willing herself to not purge at what she had just done. A tidal wave of tears crashed behind her eyes, she could cry no more, too many tears were shed as she sat in front of Myka earlier, the Medussa dark, behind her. She swore she would not shed a tear. She bent down, her fingers gently caressing the soft cheek of her young American.
"Please try to find it in your heart to understand why," Helena whispered as she bent down, brushing her lips against Myka's.
"I would always give you the bigger piece," Helena whispered, almost having to collect her thoughts as she felt the twitch of Myka's lips against hers.