A/N Sorry for the delay. Now that I have finished Orchard, I will try my best to update this story and Bar Stop.
I want to give a big thank you to tcatch20 for all her help with this chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.
"Helena, I mean Emily; we have to go, now." Myka trying to keep her voice to a low rumble as she dragged the school teacher out of her apartment.
"What about Dickens," Emily squeaked, her hand gripping the attractive agent's arm as Myka pulled her towards the stairs of the apartment building. Emily stumbled; a flash of green, lust fillingher eyes and her thoughts for a brief second. Her hand then rubbing at her temple to ward off the slight pain of a headache.
"Pete?" Myka's worried voice caused the agent to turn, his head down as he adjusted the setting on the Tesla.
"Go, get lady cuckoo out of here," he said, then stopping to look at his partner as he tucked the strange looking ray gun behind his back, struggling to adjust the weapon into his belt. "I will give you some time to get … her, out of here. Meet you at the hotel?" the man asked as he held the door, watching his partner struggle to pull Helen… Lady Cuckoo out to the stairs.
"Try not to be a hero," Myka snarked, her eyes immediately softening to a bright, emerald green, a small curl of her lip showed as Emily watched the exchange. Her eyes widening as Dickens ran out of the crack of the door held ajar from the man.
"Dickens!" Emily yelped as Myka started to pull her up after she tried to bend down to scoop up the feline.
Both women froze in place as her next door neighbor opened her door, "Mrs. Hadley, call…" Emily's voice cut off by the hard grip of Myka's fingers on her arm, the other digging quickly into her back jeans pocket. Myka's badge flashing in front of the elder woman as she spoke up.
"No worries, ma'am. Government business, would you mind taking care of … what is its name?" Myka whispered next to Emily's ear as she held the smaller woman tight against her body. Emily was at a loss as Myka's right breast pressed against her arm, the wet, heated breath of Myka's words that caressed her ear from the agents lips ceased all brain function, her mouth opened, but words were not to be had.
She gently shoved the feline into the older woman's arms, smiling weakly as she spoke, "A can of Albacore once a week," she whispered, her lips brushing against the crown of her fidgeting furry boy as she kissed him goodbye.
The elderly woman's lips went thin at her suspicious look. Her eyes dancing between the two women, her pupils then growing wide as she read the tall agents badge and ID.
"It will … he will be fine," The older woman said as she backed into her apartment, closing the door on the two women. Emily was still trying to process all the swirling emotions as Myka tugged her into the stairwell. She blindly followed the other woman as they raced down the stairs.
"Come on Helena," Myka said absentmindedly as she tugged the other woman behind her.
Emily then yanked at the painful grip on her forearm, halting the tall agent to a stop as she grabbed the railing with her other hand.
"I refuse to take another step until you tell me why you keep calling me your lover's name," Emily then hitting the back of Myka with her front as she stopped in her tracks. Emily's shoulders slumping at the glare of those familiar forest eyes as they stilled on her's.
"What did you just say?" the growl, the harsh timbre of those words shook Emily to her core. Her mind racing to explain the words that had just tumbled out of her The flashes of silken skin flooding her mind's eye. She gulped, buying just a nano second of time to reply. Grateful for the reprieve from the painful grip on her arm that was released from the agents stuttered loss at her words as she rubbed the now redden spot.
"You have referred to me by that name at least six times now since you darken my classroom, I can only assume that this Helena woman has some special meaning?" Emily replied as she leaned against the cold brick wall of the stairwell, grateful for the release of the woman's grip as she curtly rubbed her forearm, looking up at the taller woman as she readjusted her cardigan sweater over her arm. But a feeling of the loss of warmth from Myka's grip, her touch, caused her pause.
"You … her … Helena," Myka stumbled over her words as she holstered her weapon, giving a sheepish smile as she glanced at the woman leaning against the wall. "The first time we … I had feelings, was when I had her in a choke grip against a wall," Myka's voice solemn, her eyes downcast as her throat cleared at the sight of sensible shoes.
Her eyes then roving over toned calves, thighs that she knew were almost as toned as hers from the cling of the plain, beige skirt. Her eyes jumping quickly up and over Emily/Helena's hips and chest until their eyes met. Myka's eyes turning a soft shade of sea-foam green as they stilled on the harsh red mark peaking from just under the sensible sweater.
"Did I hurt you?" Myka whispered as the guilt of hurting her one true love caused her to move closer, a guilty look furrowed her brow as her fingers gently brushed against angry, red welts. Her lips brushing at the marks as she raised Emily's wrist up to her downward cast head, brushing the marks with her mouth, Emily shaking from the intimate kiss to her wrist.
At the intimacy of the moment, a flash of memories crossed Emily/Helena's mind, as if a movie were being projected in her mind's eye. Soft, heated flesh met their equal as Emily/Helena watched strong fingers envelope curls that tangled between fingers, a sigh escaping kissed swollen lips as a hand guided those unruly curls past her hips.
"I am so sorry for hurting you, baby." Myka whispered without thinking as her pet name for Helena crossed her lips. Myka's words reverberated against the soft flesh of her skin, causing the lust filled memory to evaporate from Emily/Helena's mind.
As Myka's hips pressed against Emily's, Myka moved her body against Helena's, the feel of the rough jeans against her thin skirt caused Emily to shift her hips into blissful reciprocation.
Her protector dropping her head upon her shoulder as their bodies melded together. Her fingers gently tangling into unruly hair that was now starting to curl from the damp air of the stairwell.
"Ringlets suit you much better," Emily breathless whispered next to heated skin that adorn a slim, enticingly long neck. Her hand then pressing against a firm chest, her fingers betraying her own need as they brushed against the sides of the younger agent's breasts. Her thumbs, of their own accord, rolled over now harden peaks. Her thumb pads eliciting the rise through soft, thin cotton.
Myka's lustful breaths invaded Emily's lips as they opened further to her touch, the sensation of those thumbs across her peaks, caused them to rise as her lips parted, trying to gasp for air at the heighten sensation.
Emily's eyes rolled back into her head as their hips danced against each other, the delicious feel of when Myka's hipbone would move against her center caused her leg to wrap around the younger woman's thighs.
"Am I an acceptable replacement," her breaths raged with each thrust. Myka growled her reply with a heated thrust of her hips as she held her mouth just a breath away from the sweet lips she so desired to engulf.
"Yes, I want … you" the sound of crashing glass caused Myka to pull away.
"Come, my car is down there," was all Myka said as she gripped Emily's wrist, tugging the woman from their lustful embrace as she dragged her down to the last floor.
Myka swung the door open to the garage floor, it bouncing back as it hit the side of the wall, Emily's hand darting out to stop the door from flying back. "Where is your car," she breathed out against Myka's neck, her heated breath causing the agent to pull them both through the parking garage with blind abandonment.
Myka roughly pushed Emily against her SUV, her hands wasting no time as they pushed Emily's skirt around her waist, her lips attaching at her pulse point as Myka's fingers pressed between quivering thighs.
"Baby," Myka's voice rough with lust as she pushed them against her car, her knee parting Emily's thighs as the teacher gripped her wrist.
"Right there, my darling," Emily's voice hoarse from lust as she felt Myka still her body against hers. Her two fingers held in a death grip as Emily stilled her walls against those long fingers that had just invaded her very being.
"What did you say," Myka's lust laden voice ebbed as her two fingers stilled inside of Emily/Helena. Her other hand caressing Emily's hands, as her fingers stilled Emily's dancing hand against the small of her back.
"Hands where I can see them, Agent Bering," The sound of the Tesla charging up caused Myka to hold her body flush over Emily's. To shield her, to protect her, to lay her life down to protect her love. The secret agent kicking in as instinct took hold, Myka spinning as her hand pushed Emily behind her, her body a shield from harm, from Helena being harmed ...
"Steve?" Myka's sound of betrayal in her voice caused Emily to dart her head behind the shoulder of her protector, to Myka … to her heart.