A/N Sorry for the slow updates….RL… yes, I know Bar Stop is up next.
Am still looking for a brave soul to Beta this story and Bar Stop.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
"So what is this Vogue thing?" Helena asked she watched Myka flip the pages over in the glossy periodical. They both were sitting on Myka's bed in her parents' house - Myka turning each page when Helena nodded.
"It just seems, I thought… you know…how you kept up with the times and all, that you might like to see what was in style," Myka shrugged as she got off the bed, walking over and then stopping at her dresser, her hands shaking a bit a she resumed her packing.
"I mean, you were able to make that scarf appear on you the last time I turned you...I activated the orb," Myka's voice trailing off into a whisper. She chanced a side glance at the Brit, her cheeks flushed as their eyes met. Helena grinned at the implications of the words.
Helena flashed that trade-mark smirk she reserved just for Myka; it had felt like years since the teasing she had inflicted upon the younger woman. She knew that there would never be enough time to try and warrant any type of forgiveness. Mrs. Frederic had suggested that she try to dissuade the younger woman from abandoning the warehouse...
"Irene, in all the time we have spent together, you have yet to ask my position… my regard for My… Agent Bering's decision?" Helena said, sitting back against the chair, noticing the non-feel of the wood against her back, Helena could no longer resist asking, "Just out of pure scientific curiosity, what has become of my corporeal form?" Helena asked, the Sage still sitting stoically in the chair opposite the time traveler.
"All in due time, Ms Wells. Tell me, why do you refuse to discuss Myka? It is obvious you feel a certain amount of remorse at using her as you did, yet you have strong feelings and a need of protectiveness toward her. It is why I have waited for you to address the matter. Surely there was more than what met the eye?" the caretaker said, her eyes never leaving Helena's.
"Well, seeing as we are being frank with each other, to some degree, yes, her physical attributes did not escape me. As soon as she entered my drawing room that day in London, I felt an immediate attraction. But as I had grown closer to Myka, her intellect became more of an aphrodisiac," Helena smiled shyly as she looked down, studying the pattern of her right boot tip.
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Helena sighed inwardly as she ran her hand through her hair, remembering that previous conversations with the caretaker. "Yes, it has been awhile," Helena trailed off, answering Myka's unasked question, moving her non- corporeal form to the edge of Myka's bed. Her eyes downcast as she stood up, straightening the waistcoat which snugged around her.
The memory was overpowering as Helena had remembered how Myka so loved to unbutton it, the waist coat. Her breath hitched as each restraint was unleashed. Her mind's eye harking back to one night at a hotel room in Ohio. Myka had shut the door with the heel of her boot, a predatory grin painted across her lips as she stalked her way across the room.
Helena had stilled in her place, as if frozen in time. Helena remembered the exact moment her fingers stop as she was slowly unbuttoning her waist coat. Bright green orbs had shaded to dark hunter green. Helena remembered the exact feel that shot up her spine in that split second.
She shuddered a bit as she tried to erase that memory. But why, all she had left were memories with her sweet American.
"Tell me, Darling, do you remember that time in Russia, after we had rescued Arthur. That night in the hostel?" Helena asked as she got up, her hand hovering just a centimeter away from the tall agent. Helena's pupils had widened as she watched her fingers trace over the strong shoulder that was packing up her things. Her breath hitched as she watched the convulsions of muscles from the quiet sobs the agent had given up on hiding as she packed for her return to the warehouse.
"Helena, please... All I can think about was that night in Minsk." Myka whispered. Her shaken breath and repressed sobs had betrayed her heart. Helena almost yelled out her frustrations of not being able to physically comfort Myka as she closed the gap between them.
"My love, please…" Helena sobbed. "You know you have to go back; it is your home, please…" Helena was saying as the young woman whipped around, her hands passing through the hologram, the jolt of the energy field caused them both to hiss out.
"I am trying… Damn it Helena!" Myka huffed as she passed through Helena's form. The shocks causing both women to gasp.
Myka fell back on the bed, letting out a loud sigh of frustration, "Really Helena, don't you get it!" Myka huffed as she turned away. Helena walked over to the edge, leaning down to whisper in the younger woman's ear.
Myka jumped when she heard Helena's voice near her ear.
"I am truly sorry," Helena said, then reacting to Myka jumping off the bed.
"When Artie held that board against you, telling me to take you to the hotel, to not let any piece of the Titanic or myself leave your body… damn it Helena, I knew then that I had fallen for you. It would have taken the end of days before anything would have prided that hunk of wood, or me… away from you!" Myka hissed as her clenched fist connected against the wall. The sharp sound of splintering wood caused both women to gasp.
"I cradled you that night against me, making sure there was not a single inch of skin that was cold. I worried all night, brushing your hair away from your face as I watched for each breath from you. I prayed and threatened the Gods all night," Myka said, her voice trailing off toward the end of her rant.
"Myka? Sweetie? Is everything alright?" both Myka and Helena's eyes widen at the sound of Jeannie's voice. They both stood there, eyes imprisoned with each other's. Myka swallowed hard, then rubbing the back of her neck as she leaned against the door.
"No Mom, everything is good, just watching a movie," Myka said with a horse breath. Her eyes then shooting over to Helena as she held the doorknob tight.
"Okay sweetie, Father and I are getting ready for dinner," Jeannie's voice trailing off as she turned toward the stairs. "You have never had a TV in your room," Jeannie muttered as she made her way down stairs.
Myka sighed as she sat on her childhood bed, listening to the fading echoes of her mom's footfalls down the stairs. Her eyes closed as she tried to block out all the conflict that warred inside her head.
"Helena, what do you want from me?" Myka whispered. "I am going back to the warehouse… my happy place, but…" Myka started to say as she opened her eyes, watching as the now jacket and scarfed woman knelt down in front of her. She sighed as she fell back on top of her bed, slinging her right arm over her eyes.
"I am a hot mess, how the hell can I get anyone to trust in me if I can't trust in myself. Yeah, before you go there," Myka said as she sat up, her eyes glaring into Helena's as she held up her finger. "I know I helped out Pete and Steve, the new Myka, and having Mrs. Frederic coming to see me… but it still does not change the doubt I have in me. Jesus, Helena, you played me like some horny teenager in lust! You treated me as just another conquest, a means to an end," Myka mumbled towards the end, her eyes now focused on her clasped hands.
Helena stood back from the edge of the bed, her body wanting to go into convulsions from the younger woman's confession as Myka's pain was clawing at her heart. She tried her ut most not to purge her insides at Myka's confession.
Helena knelt down beside the bed, her hand ghosting over the troubled brow of her love. She so wanted to push back that unruly curl behind Myka's ear. "Yes, in the beginning, when McPherson had given me the files. I thought I could play on your loss," Helena looked down, and then a small smile played across her face.
"What? I know you are not smiling because you think you charmed your way into my pants and into the warehouse… are you, Helena?" Myka's voice growing with concern. Helena raised her face, the look of pain and betrayal was too much to bear.
"No, my darling Myka. I had hoped to play on your friendship and use Peter," Helena sighed. "Not exactly like… how did you put it to Ms. Donovan that day at university?" Helena queried.
"Not like scaling Mt. Everest," Myka chuckled. "Wait? You heard that?" Myka squeezing the bridge of her nose with her two fingers, "Of course you did," she mumbled as she looked at the perfectly sculpted raised eyebrow that was directed at her.
Myka shot Helena a frown, then quickly turning it into a smile, then shaking her head as she fell back on the bed. "I told mom and dad that I would be going back to my job at the end of the week," Myka said, peaking one eye at Helena from under her arm. She watched as the shadow crossed Helena's face.
"I already called Mrs. Frederic. She said to take a slow drive back," Myka said as she propped herself up on one elbow, avoiding Helena's surprised face as she started to continue, looking down as she scraped her forefinger over the nail bed of her thumb. "She didn't ask, but I told her we were still working things out,"
Myka hesitantly looked up with just her green eyes, her breath held as she searched Helena's face for any sign of reaction.
Helena moved to the edge of the bed, an unreadable, curt smile was painted across her face. She looked up at the younger woman, her eyes softening to a mocha chocolate as she raised her forefinger to the center of her brow. She gave a slight chuckle as Myka rolled her eyes. "That vein is popping out from all this stress, right?" Myka sighed.
Helena nodded as she went through the motion of taking of her jacket off, hanging it on the bedpost as she nodded toward Myka's socks. Both women watched each other as they removed the scarf and socks. Helena stilled her fingers at Myka's throat clearing; her head had tilted down as she had started to unbutton her blouse. Helena sighed, and then stops, raising her hands up as she started to get up from the foot of the bed.
"No, please… don't." Myka whispered, her hand stopping just short of Helena's cheek. "I need...I want you to stay," Helena leaned forward at the declaration of words; Myka could have sworn she felt Helena's phantom breath, warm and soft, against her cheek
"Remember, my Darling, how I was able to ease your stress?" Helena whispered next to the younger woman's ear.
Myka nodded as she fell back against her pillow, her arm then covering her forehead, "Yes, I remember," Myka whispered.
"Then tell me, love, what do you remember of your body's response?" Helena replied as she ghosted her fingers over the tense frown on her love's brow.
"I remember you whispering into my ear," Myka said, her voice dropping an octave as her left hand tugged lightly at her jeans.
Helena hummed her approval as she watched Myka's fingers dance over the bronze teeth and button, then to struggle a bit at her zipper. Helena let a gasp escape her lips as her eyes raked down the expanse of those firm thighs.
"Yes, my Darling, please…" Helena said in a shaky voice, those dark, Mahogany eyes rapping at those long fingers.
Myka's eyes had been hooded, stealthily taking in the reaction of Helena's body from the thoughts she so desired from her, her soul revealing in the elicited moans escaping Helena's lips. She smiled inwardly to herself as she arched her hips, watching in complete fascination, with a hint of ego, as she viewed dark pupils become one with lust-laden irises.
'My God, there had to be a massacre in heaven to have let such beauty escape," Myka was barely able to hear those muttered words. She sucked in a shuttered breath, her heart racing as she heard those words escaping from Helena's ruby lips.
"Show me," Helena husked, her breath hitching as she watched the younger woman struggle with her clothed barriers. Helena could not help the boorish grin and wanton thoughts as she watched Myka struggle to remove the jeans and lace panties that had imprisoned her hips.
"Damn it," Myka cursed as her foot tangled in the leg of her jeans.
"Just relax, Love, there is no rush," Helena hummed near the younger woman's ear.
"You know, I have never done this… in front... of anyone? Right?" Myka whispered in an embarrassed tone as she started to ebb her movements, her eyes now down cast as her hands stilled. She was half clothed, no pants, her undies hanging half off her left ankle, her bra unclasped, just barely revealing her left harden peak under white lace.
Helena leaned as close as her non-corporeal form would allow her, she wished she could have felt the shuttered breath that escaped Myka's lips as their mouths just barely brushed against each other, watching as the almost sparks flew from the closeness.
"It is but only you and I," Helena whispered, watching the struggle war over Myka's face.
Helena sighed as her eyes followed the moist trail over Myka's stomach that the younger woman had left as she stilled her movements. Myka shot Helena an apologetic look as her fingers stopped just under her bra, then slowly sliding it up and away from her breasts. The confusion, mixed with loving adoration as Myka's finger just barely brushed against Helena's cheek.
"My love, heaven is but a way station, your beauty and loving soul were forged before time, you are my one," Helena whispered, trying her best to press her lips as close to Myka's as she could.
"Do you wish for me...?" Myka's voice trailing off as she arched her hips, ridding herself of the last vestiges of clothing as her green eyes met Mahogany.
"I am yours' Myka barely uttered as her fingers showed Helena her love, her adoration and commitment to her one.