A/N A short chapter. Work, RL and a bad case of writer's block is to blame.
All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.
"Bering-Wells," Myka smiled, then turning back under the table to find the other missing chess pieces.
"Righty-ho," Helena smiled her eyebrow arching as she turned back to the chest set.
"Myka?" Helena asked in a hesitant voice.
"Yeah, babe?" Myka huffed out as her hand hit the top of the chest table, the light thud of the knight hitting against the table as she pulled herself up. Her eyes widen as she bit her lip at the pet name that escaped her.
"Yes, about that ...'babe' the disdain not lost in her voice as Helena smirked. She watched the pink hue turn ten shades darker over heavenly cheek bones.
"And as I recall, the said pet name escaped your lips as they were nipping against my, correction, nipping at MS Emily Lake's throat. Correct?" Helena said her eyes still downcast as she placed the pieces onto the chest board. The slight hilt of jealousy had not escaped Myka's trained senses.
"About that?" Myka nervously said as she sat up, rubbing the back of her neck as she stole a quick glance at the older woman, her eyes then shooting up to the lock, the glint off the blade illuminating her green eyes.
"What, exactly, do you remember, as Emily?" Myka asked as she started to pull Helena up from the chair.
"More than I care to," Helena curtly said, turning away from Myka's grip as she stood up, turning her back on the taller agent as she crossed her arms around her waist.
"It seems that you were all but enamored of her as your … as you attacked her like some jungle animal in heat," Helena spit out as she turned away from her.
Myka huffed a soft sigh as Helena's back was turned. Running her hands through her now thickening mane, thanks to all the humidity in the room. She let out a small hiss as her fingers tangled in the start of her curls.
"Really? after all that has happened, you are jealous about taking you, … Emily, ugh … Jesus Helena, it was you, only you," Myka yelled as she stalked over to the other side of the small room where Helena was standing. Throwing her hand in the air as she spoke.
"Christ! I had not touched you in almost a year, you were that damn hologram and ..." Myka stopped her rant with a press of her palm against her forehead. A long breath puffing her cheeks as she knew what she needed to say next. Her head dropping as she drew in a long breath, steeling her nerves.
Myka inched closer to the back of Helena's neck, "I touched myself, pleased myself for your eyes only," Myka blushed, dipping her head down from the embarrassment of those past two moments.
"I do not remember any words of protest uttered, just affirmations of my name falling between your lips and your devotion to us. I believed all that was said, between your beautiful rapture. My name, not that mousey school marmes" Helena whispered.
Myka paced, trying to reel in her embarrassment at those lust-filled moments she shared with Helena, in non-corporeal form, her brow furring with anger as she replayed Helena's words that had seduced her that night into touching herself. Of letting herself trust her enough to reveal herself in such an intimate way. She wanted to please Helena, to show her love and devotion to her.
Her defenses were now raised and on full alert as her synapses started to fire.
"When I saw you at that blackboard in the classroom, I had to, hell, really? You are jealous of me touching you?" Myka's voice lowering with each word, her hand waving over Helena's body as the confusion tore from her inside out.
"I might be somewhat perturbed by that," Helena said as she moved away from the warmth radiating off of Myka's hand that hovered near her shoulder.
"I had not been able to touch you in almost a year, and then low and behold, there you are, in the flesh before me!" Myka rambled as she waved her arms at Helena.
"Now, here you are, shooting at me. And the first corporeal touch I get from you is you, throwing me in that damn torture chair!'" Myka fumed as she pointed behind her.
"In my defense, Myka, Sykes was controlling me with that damn Cecil B. DeMill riding crop …"
"I know that Helena," Myka interrupted, "I was there when Marcus did the same thing to Pete so he wouldn't destroy the Janus coin, destroy you" Myka solemnly said at the end.
"So, we should both be grateful, in a macabre way, for that crop?" Helena queried as she looked up at Myka.
"I wouldn't take it that far, Helena. We were both in tears because we both were afraid of losing each other. I was reminded of it with each click of that damn axe that was dangled above my head." Myka's voice softens as Helena turned to face her.
"And you want to know the funny part, Helena?" she kept her head lowered as she nodded for Myka to continue.
"All I could think about was that you were here, in the flesh, whole again, before me, and I had so much fear of never seeing you again. The scent of you enveloping my senses, gun or not and all I could think about was praying that I not lose you again. That you not feel any sort of lose since, your little girl …" Myka rambled.
"I am sorry, my darling," Helena whispered as she tightened her grip around herself.
"And all you care about now is whether I cheated on you with yourself?" "Myka now fumed.
Helena's eyes shot up, the pained look on Myka's face caused her to suck in a harsh breath, her mouth opened but no sounds escaped.
"You, Emily … had no qualms as you/she ground herself against me," Myka blurted out. Then stalking her way toward the older woman as Helena backed away. Her head thumping softly against the wall as Myka pressed her body against her's.
"You are as much to blame, if not more so, then I," Myka growled against Helena's neck. Her hands pushing down at the hem of Helena's jeans as Myka's thigh staked claim between her legs.
"I remember her lustful thoughts that mingled with my wanton desires of us," Helena whispered.
"No," Myka rasped as she gripped Helena's hands that came up to her chest, trying to push her away with a firm press.
"You will not guilt me," Myka breathed sternly and with a hint of play against Helena's neck.
"I would never endeavor to do such a thing," Helena could barely utter as she gripped frantically at Myka's wrist, forcibly shoving the young woman's hand further into her dungarees as her hips canton forward.
Myka groaned as she let Helena push their bodies down on the cold floor of the abandoned sanctum. Helena settling on top of her, her legs snug against her hips as Helena started to grind with abandon upon Myka's fingers. Her hips never abandoning their rhythm as she inhaled Myka's moist breaths as her mouth hovered so near to Myka's lips, her fingers then digging under the younger agents black leather jacket.
"More, my darling," her eyes rolling back, "It has felt like an eternity without your touch," she breathlessly said as her hips rocked down on those long, slender fingers.
"The Gods be damned," Helena mumbled, shaking away the lone thought of where they were, she, was fulfilling her desires. 'This sanctum be damned' she whispered as she rested most of her weight on her left arm on the side of Myka, freeing her other hand to work at divesting Myka of her top. Her need to see, to feel Myka's skin hum against hers was overpowering as she worked her hand under Myka's jacket, her finger then slipping through the oval shaped bullet hole along her upper sleeve.
"Please, don't stop" Myka moaned as she felt Helena still her hips.
"What?"
Helena looked away from lust filled eyes that started to swirl with confusion. Helena choked back a sob as she turned her head, gently separating her core from Myka's fingers as she rose up.
"I, I almost …" Helena sobbed as she covered her mouth, trying to escape from her grip.
"But you didn't," Myka fired back, knowing just where Helena's thoughts had turned.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Myka whispered as she cupped Helena's cheeks, forcing the woman to turn to face her after she stood up, chasing Helena down. Her thumbs wiping away the tears that started to flow down beautiful, porcelain cheeks.
"You were forced too," Myka whispered against her cheek, her hand pulling Helena's away from her jacket.
"I tried with all my might to not aim that infernal metal at you," Helena sobbed.
"That damn riding crop," Myka hissed, calming her voice then at the shutter from Helena at her harsh words.
"I abhor firearms," Helena choked. Myka trying desperately to quell the shaking from Helena.
"I know, baby," Myka whispered against stained streaked cheeks.
"Come here," Myka whispered as she sat down in the chair. Helena crying out as the collar wrapped around Myka's throat.
"It's okay," Myka smiled as she squeezed Helena's hand.
"Change the rules?" Myka nodded as her fingers gripped the leather bounds.
"Save the day?" Helena asked.
Myka smiled as she covered Helena's hand on the bishop chess piece.
"I trust you"
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