Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters are the property of Syfy Network.

I'm Brazilian, my first language is Portuguese. All mistakes are mine (and also, I can forget some word), so thanks for all being patient reading this which will be full of mistakes.

Definitively, I suck at time management. And my writer's block has followed me more than I want. This chapter was hard to write, not only because of my writer's block, but also because I had to deal with the death of my dog, who was with me for 12 years (so yeah, I grown with him, which make everything hard).

Well, I'm happy that this chapter don't "suffered" a lot with my sadness, because normally when I'm sad, I tend to be depressed in my writing (in every aspect), but thanks god, nothing happened with this fanfic.

Okay, go read the chapter. I hope you like :)

Myka had settled leaning on the counter, watching Helena moving in the kitchen and cooking. Neither of them bothered with the fact Myka was almost naked. For Helena, it was pleasurable, but also was excruciating, and she liked to see the naturalness that Myka had acquired during their relationship. Myka was having fun internally, realizing the internal dilemma of Helena, and she hadn't bothered because knew that nobody would see them, just as wanted to tease Helena the most possible.

Helena was preparing a dish typically Mediterranean, although had changed a few ingredients, and then noticed the watchful eye and provocative of Myka, making her can't avoid a laugh.

"Are you really willing to tease me or is it just an impression?" - Myka smiled, nodding at the statement of Helena.

"Why not?" – She said with a shrug as if she didn't care.

Helena leaned in the counter beside the stove, while paying attention to the food, but also not forgetting to observe Myka, whilst noticing the changes, for now discrete, in Myka's body.

"Enjoying the sight?" – Helena smiled, nodding.

"You're more beautiful. And it's starting to appear." – Helena said, approaching Myka, - "The pregnancy are doing good for you." , - Myka smiled, while Helena hugged her.

"Thanks."

"I know you probably not even thought about how to tell your parents, but you know we need to tell them, right?" – Helena knew she was touching on a subject that Myka doesn't want to think about during the trip. Myka sighed, nodding.

"I don't know how I can tell them. I can't simply say 'I became pregancy with na artifact, which are objects with pieces of owner's personality, and mostly aren't nice, but don't worry.' And I can't say that I'm married with a woman with, at least, triple of my age, although she appears to be my age." – Myka sighed again, while Helena split, lifting Myka's chin until she meet her eyes.

"I don't care about which story we'll tell. They deserve to know they will have grandchild. And honestly, darling, I think they already suspect about the warehouse." – Myka glanced at her, trying to understand how her parents might suspect.

"Mrs. Frederic probably told some details, when your father were Edgar Allan Poe's victim. Not to mention that I saw her talking with them in our wedding." – A flash of concern passed through the eyes of Myka, noticed by Helena.

"Darling, no matter what happen, I'll always be here." – Helena said while rubbing Myka's arm.

"Thanks." – Myka kissed her, then she let Helena came back to the stove, realizing that the food was already finished. Myka started to grab the necessary utensils.

"You don't need to thanks." – Helena said, turning off the stove, and putting the pot on the counter, where Myka was leaned against moments before, and where the utensils were left. Helena sat next to Myka, who was serving herself.

"This seems to be delicious."

"That's what I hope. Never did that." – Helena said, knowing that Myka could be surprised.

"You never modified a recipe?" – The tone was surprised.

"Nop. I never felt confident enough to modify a recipe, because food is something… unpredictable. You never know if it worked or not until try. That is, you need to have faith." – Helena shrugged.

"I'm really listening Helena Wells say that?" – Myka had been more surprised by Helena's reason, making her to smile.

"Now it's Wells-Bering, and yes, you are listening it." – Myka gave a big grin when she heard Helena had actually adopted Bering as a surname, which she didn't know until she corrected her.

"A penny for your thoughts?" – Helena was curious to know the details of that grin.

"Only in Wells-Bering. That sounded a lot…" – Myka stopped looking for the right word, - "delicious."

"And may I ask why?"

"You'd understand if I said I'm no longer Bering, but Bering-Wells?" - And then it was time for Helena be smiling, agreeing with the word Myka had chosen.

Helena, on hearing this, also felt the same way as Myka, as if listening to her own surname plus the surname of the beloved was comforting, but still very sensual. And also, was to feel loved.
"Mmm" - Helena's thoughts were interrupted when she listened to Myka approve the food – "This is really delicious."

"Glad to hear it." - Helena smiled as she ate, being pleased with the results.

Helena couldn't help noticing Myka, while both ate, and also couldn't help noticing in Myka's appetite, which made her smile and Myka didn't miss Helena's look. Helena, months earlier have never imagined that would marry Myka, much less would be a mother again. Since she found Myka, her life had changed a lot. Both didn't take long to finish eating, although Myka has served more herself. Helena put everything in the sink, while Myka put the remains in the refrigerator.

"I was thinking about visit my parents when we come back." – Helena looked at Myka, a little surprised, - "I just wanted to talk with Mrs. Frederic about how much my parents know about the warehouse. And also, if they have some idea about your identity." -, Myka quickly added, biting her lower lip.

"Dariling, I wouldn't bother to be just Helena, and not the famous H.G. Wells for your parents. I just think they need to know about your pregnancy, even we tell some twisted story." – Helena said honestly, knowing that would be hard to tell the whole truth to Myka's parents, - "But I wouldn't bother to pass some time with them." -, Helena added.

Helena noticed that Myka still thinking about how to tell her parents, so she dried her hands, approaching Myka.

"Darling, later, calmly we'll think about it, okay? If Mrs. Frederic allows us to tell the whole truth, we'll tell, but for now, don't worry, right?" – Helena hugged Myka, who nodded.

"Want to watch movie?" – Myka asked, after a few moments, wanting to just spend time in Helena's company. Helena nodded, going with Myka to the TV room, letting her to choose the movie.

Myka chosen for sci-fi film that she has never seen, although Pete had spoken well about, and she imagined that Helena would enjoy. Helena had settled on the couch in order to allow Myka support her head in Helena's legs; position both enjoyed. Helena began stroking Myka's hair, feeling the soft texture of the curls, while the other hand rested on Myka's hips.

Myka could tell that Helena was having trouble watching the movie, due to her nudity. Then she had an idea, deciding she wouldn't wait for Helena declare defeated since she knew it could take hours, so she stood up making Helena ask her silently.

"Don't worry, I'll be back." – Myka tried to reassure her, she didn't want Helena to think that something was wrong then Helena turned her attention back to the movie.

Myka went to bedroom, picking up a handkerchief, then going to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream in the refrigerator, putting them on the counter. She didn't know if her idea would give the results she wanted, but by itself would be worth trying. She walked to Helena, folding the handkerchief carefully, trying to be as discreet as possible. Carefully, she put the handkerchief, blindfolding her, but despite her efforts, failed to not frighten her.

"Myka…" – Helena knew that protest was out of question and was curious to find out what Myka was planning. Myka went to the counter, grabbing again the items.

"Willing to be a guinea pig?" – Myka said putting the items on the coffee table, in a way she could grab without leave the couch.

"And you need to ask? I like how your mind works." – Myka laughed.

"If you didn't like, you wouldn't have married me." – Helena grinned.

"I still would have married you." – Myka kissed Helena, while her fingers slid gently by the bare areas of Helena's body.

"And for what else you married me?" – Myka asked as they lay on the couch, also trailing Helena's jaw with kisses.

"Are you really asking me?" – Helena liked to see this side of Myka; were rare occasions which Myka was meant to do "experiments".

"Yeah, why not?" – Myka was untying the bikini's top of Helena, and when she finally could take it out, she put Helena's hands on above her head, as a non-verbal order of not touching.

"Your beauty, your fingers, your personality, your exquisite touch, but delicious and addicting, and also for your love. Need more?" – Myka smiled again, while she grabbed one strawberry, giving a little bit, tasting the sweet ripe fruit.

"For now, no."

She kissed Helena who moaned as she felt the strawberry on her breasts, the juice slightly cold flowing making her nipples hard. Helena increasingly liked Myka's idea, although she didn't know if there was something else, but she liked the feel of the strawberry in her skin, which was somewhat different.

Myka gently licked the trail left by the strawberry, also passing it on the other breast, giving the same attention. Helena arched her back, wanting to feel more of touch of the tongue of Myka, who faithfully followed the trail of strawberry. When she stopped sliding the strawberry by the body, and have deftly licked the entire trail, Myka rose, eating the remainder of the strawberry, also offering a bite to Helena, who had protested when Myka stopped. And then, Myka took the whipped cream, stirring it, and scaring Helena with the noise, despite her efforts.

"Don't worry." - Myka put a bit of whipped cream in her mouth, tasting, feeling the mild sugar invade her senses. Taste which she wasn't used to.

Helena, being blindfolded, was with keen senses, and to the sound of the whipped cream, assumed she knew what it was. Hypothesis that was confirmed with the kiss, feeling remnants of whipped cream.

"What happened to 'I don't eat sugar'?" - Helena asked, making Myka hold a silent chuckle.

"There is no longer temporary." - Myka put a considerable amount on the right breast of Helena, who liked the feeling.

Myka sucked the whipped cream so as not to touch the breast with her lips, but she could get the most possible. Helena arched her back again, as a silent request for further contact, shivering due to the sensation that Myka was causing.

"Myka… Please…" - Helena begged, even though it would backfire.

"Begging will lead nowhere." - Helena sighed. Myka then licked the rest, her hot tongue contrasting with the cold cream, making Helena groan.

"No harm in trying." - Helena sighed again, making Myka smile.

Myka took another strawberry, skimming the skin of Helena, also taking the opportunity to get the rest of her bikini. So, she shifted between Helena's leg, allowing greater accessibility, and comfort for both. After exploring every inch of skin she could with the strawberry, seeing Helena's reactions, Myka began to give slight kisses, alternating with bites on areas that she knew would send Helena to the edge, also by not giving what she really needed. The game lasted long minutes to Helena, who was about to beg or to change the situation, but resisted the temptation, biting her lower lip, suffering from Myka's torture.

Then, Myka turned her attention to her breast, sucking the hard nipple, playing with the pressure, and also with her tongue. Some after long minutes to Helena, Myka gave the same attention to the other breast. Myka seeing the state of Helena, decided to give her what she needed most, but partially different. She took the strawberry to Helena's soaking wet sex, making circulatory movements around her clit, receiving groans of approval of Helena.

"Your idea is delighting me more." - Myka laughed, she knew that Helena would like.

"I didn't know to what point it would work."

Myka knew also that Helena wouldn't manage to get the desired orgasm from what she was doing with strawberry, then she ate it, tasting as she was sliding inside with two fingers.

"Finally." - Helena murmured more to herself that to Myka, although she had heard.

"Want anything else?" - Myka asked, watching Helena, who groaned and nodded, - "And what would it be?" - Her voice was sexy and husky.

"More fingers. And harder. Please." - Helena said between groans and with difficulties, her voice failing and feeling her body tremble, trying to fight against it, wanting more.

Myka grant the request promptly, whilst still observing Helena, who accompanied the rhythm with her hips perfect synchrony, her back arched. The vision of Helena was something that intoxicated Myka, as a genuine demonstration of love and trust. Helena just cried out her name, feeling all the wave of pleasure invade and move through each cell in her body. Myka has continued moving her fingers, feeling the walls pulsing, until she couldn't more. Helena began to relax a little later, trying to normalize breathing.

Myka took her fingers out of Helena, licking them, feeling the real, vicious and delicious taste of Helena, as she pulled out the handkerchief, kissing her. When the urge for air became insupportable, Myka pulled back and rested her head on Helena's shoulder.

"Thank you."

"For what?" - Helena didn't understand the need for thanks.

"For trust me and be my guinea pig, accepting my ideas and fantasies." - Helena laughed.

"I always trusted you. And it was some of your fantasies?" - Helena embraced Myka, tangling her hand in Myka's hair, stroking it.

"It wasn't exactly a fantasy, just an idea I had for some time." - Helena placed a kiss on Myka's forehead.

"It was an interesting idea."

Both were in that position, even after they had realized that the film had ended, but didn't bother with it. Myka looked at Helena, and realized that she was thoughtful.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"Just thinking about the future." - Helena embraced more Myka, kissing her.

Oh, before I forget, chapter 25 is already written, and probably I'll finish chapter 26 until Friday, and next week I'm having long weekend, so maybe I'll bring two chapters translated at once. I accept suggestion, ideas or anything else.

No need to be shy or nice. If you feel unhappy about something, just let me know.

Well, see ya :)