As promised.
This is not how she pictured her wedding night to play out, but as Myka sits on the bed with her head in Myka's lap, the brunette's hand stroking her raven locks she cannot think of a moment more perfect than this.
They spent most of the night after Pete sent them away here, tucked away in a cozy hotel room with their limbs wrapped around each other, fully clothed; Myka in her sweatpants and Helena in the remains of her suit: a white shirt and her pants.
Their words are interspaced with silence that never seems too long, and is always filled in with adoring looks that may as well be conversations taking place in their own secret methods and their own far away worlds. Myka takes Helena's hand into her own and brings it to her lips. Helena's only reaction is a smile punctuated by a soft moan.
"This is kind of perfect, no?"
"Not kind of. Absolutely."
Myka chuckles.
"Yeah, absolutely."
"Myka, might I ask you something?"
"Of course, hon, you're my wife you never have to ask me to ask anything"
Helena smiles. She likes the word wife roll of Myka's tongue. "Had I not returned would you and Pete..?" She lets the question trail off.
"Would Pete and I?" Myka's face scrunches up at the look Helena is giving her. "Eew! No god! Ugh! No! I'm going to have to bleach my brain to remove that mental image. Ugh! He's like my brother, Helena, my brother." Myka stands up pushing Helena's head off her lap, shaking her head.
Helena smirks at Myka's reaction and jumps off the bed to follow her wife. She comes up from behind Myka and wraps her arms around the younger woman. They watch dawn unfold slowly through the ceiling to floor window pane. The view isn't much but it is decent for South Dakota. From their part of the hotel they only get a view of barren open space with a few structures thrown into the mix. Helena nuzzles Myka's neck eliciting a moan of approval from the other woman.
Helena turns around her wife and pulls her in for a kiss.
"I feel like we should be doing more of that." She pulls Myka over to the bed not breaking their kiss, and letting her land on top of her knowing full well how much the Agent loves being the top.
Myka takes the lead and deepens the kiss allowing her hands to roam territory that she has long since committed to memory. When they break apart for air Myka starts to work on unbuttoning Helena's shirt.
"Did I mention how sexy you looked in this suit," Myka bites her lower lip.
"You did actually"
"Well you'll look plenty sexy without it too"
"Oh that I can assure you of, Agent Bearing"
Myka cocks an eyebrow, "Cocky, are we?"
Helena pulls over her shirt and Myka's then proceeds to pull her back into a kiss.
She pauses. "Wait, you're okay to- you know"
"I just got married and I might get cured soon," Myka raises her eyebrows, "I'm not just okay, honey, I am ecstatic and right now I really want to just screw my wife until we are both so exhausted we can't lift a finger"
The prospect sets off a tingling in Helena's lower region, but the questions spinning in her mind win out.
"Wait, you've decided?"
Myka sighs. "I think so. I mean, I don't really think it was a decision to begin with right?" She pulls herself off her wife and settles down on the other side. "Look, I know how it sounds and I love Pete, I really do and I can't imagine never having known him because in so many ways he has changed and made me- different. And l love him. But"
"But" Helena raises her perfectly carved eyebrows already knowing full well what is coming next because it would be the exact same thing she would have thought had she not known better.
"But I can live and he can live and we can learn to work with it. We can manage working at the Warehouse, we can work out schedules. You and I can move, and work from away. We'll make it work, but the point is I get to live and I want to Helena. I really want to. I don't want to die. I know I've been saying its okay but I am afraid. And I don't want to die, not like this not if there is an alternative. And it sounds horrible, I know, but I am willing to give up my memories of my best friend if it means I get to live out my days with my wife."
"As somebody who is rather an expert at making horrible decisions and choices I can tell you one thing, Myka, it doesn't sound horrible to me. It is only a human desire to want to live."
"I don't want Pete to think I take our friendship lightly, I don't want him to think I am making this choice because it is easy to give him up. It is hardest thing that I will ever have to do."
"I think he knows, darling, and I think he would do far more for you."
"Well that killed the mood" Myka laughs breaking away from the subject.
Helena laughs. "There will be plenty of time for that," she replies pulling Myka closer so both women can cuddle up together on the king sized bed.