CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The rating has been changed be advised, anyone who has an issue should probably skip this chapter. I've never written smut before so judge kindly.
Myka's lifts the necklace letting it dangle at the edge of her index finger.
"What is it?"
"Something I hope you will forgo in favor of fighting this bloody thing," Helena chuckles wryly knowing full well that isn't going to happen.
"Helena," Myka's voice comes out as a cautiously hopeful whisper.
"It belonged to a woman who was terminally ill, much like yourself, she wore it throughout the course of her battle with the disease. Her name was Marie Anne Heartly. The necklace was imbued with power because of how hard she fought and still managed to fill her final days with joy. She fought Myka, she fought hard but she died.
"The catch?"
"The necklace gives the wearer perfect health for seven days, eight hours, seventeen minutes and thirty-four seconds in exchange for the rest of their time. The timer starts the moment you put on the necklace."
Myka didn't say anything and let the information sink in. She could be fine. She wouldn't have to feel like this. Even if it was just for a short time. She could kiss Helena with fierce passion without the other woman holding back for the fear of breaking her.
"Myka I really hope you wait. Maybe something better will turn up-"
"If it hasn't yet it won't now, Helena. There is nothing that doesn't have even worse consequences" Myka doesn't mean to be harsh as she cuts off the woman grasping onto her hands for dear life but she is tired of pretending better things will come along. She never wanted to hope for better things, but Helena made her want to hope, Pete made her want to hope. Now, she has resigned herself to the fact that hope is foolish. And this artifact is her only shot at some semblance of normalcy before she dies.
"In that case, fight. Maybe the treatment will work. Get chemo. Please Myka. One week isn't enough. I want you for so much longer. Please-just please. I can't lose you- I can't" Helena breaks down into sobs, something Myka hasn't seen in a while. It throws her off. Throughout the whole ordeal Helena has been her rock. The time traveler has made it easier to believe that things will improve. Watching her finally break down makes Myka realize how much she has truly been keeping in.
Myka shifts her hands so that she is holding Helena's instead of the other was around. She brings them up and presses them softy against her lips. One hand lets go. She grazes her thumb against Helena's moist pale skin wiping away the tears while cooing her like a child. Her hand cups her face, fingers laced into the strands of hair hanging loose from the messy bun.
"Helena," Myka pulls her in letting their lips meet for a brief second, "you'll be fine"
Myka moves to let go but Helena holds on and claims Myka's mouth with the urgency a person whose minutes are numbered. Helena climbs onto the bed making it creak and rumble. They almost topple over dissolving into a fit of laughter before Helena finally rests firmly on top of Myka.
She soaks in every crevice before she leans in; lips crashing, tongues darting. Helena bites Myka's lower lip eliciting a soft moan that makes her centre yearn for the brunette's touch. Helena presses her lips on the perfect spot on the brunette's neck with practiced motion drawing a breathless Myka to moan her name. Her hands pull over the grey T-shirt the woman beneath her has been wearing for days the sight of her bare skin causing her to smile. She leans in to kiss her, her thumb rubbing circles over her breasts.
Myka is glad that the IV's and needles sticking in her arms were removed just this morning. She can't imagine navigating through them without creating a ruckus. She is pretty sure that anyone who walks by the room will know what is happening on the inside but as Helena's mouth comes down on her aroused nipple she doesn't care if the entire world is listening.
Consumed in the heated passion neither one of them notice the door swing open or the cups of coffee hit the ground until an all too familiar snicker breaks them apart.
"Oh boy! Well, you did promise to let me watch, Mykes" Pete doesn't even try to hide the smile spread across his face, "But seriously ladies, cover it up" He gestures with his hands averting her eyes.
Helena's cheeks color and Myka moves behind the raven haired woman her hands grasping for her fallen T-shirt. Helena pulls the sheet over Myka and straightens her own shirt, fastening the buttons that have come lose.
"You're both like horny teenagers, God don't you have to wait to consummate until after?"
Helena glares at Pete cutting him off.
Myka tries to bite back a smile. "After what?"
"A-after you're home of course," Helena manages to stutter.
Myka chuckles, "Nice save, hon."