Consequence
Welp, where would you like to see this story go? Smutty one-shots? Continuing plot ? (LOL who likes plot with their porn? Silly, WG.) – Whiplash-Girlchild
Pairing: Bering/Wells AU – Warehouse 13 – Myka's POV
"Leave me, hypnotized love." – Consequence / The Notwist
(This turned out angsty – much more than I intended. Well, the story wants what it wants. I just created this thing, now I have to let it become what it wants to be.)
"Fail with consequence. Lose with elegance. And smile." – Consequence / The Notwist
(And this story might shift between first and third person. What? I never claimed to be a professional. I don't beta and I don't have a proof-reader. So sue me. But remember, I'm a tiny kitten. Now, try and hate me. And try to enjoy. Rated M, because I'm nothing if not a devoted pervert.)
It is the little things that get you into trouble. The wanting things. The breathless aching things buried so deep in the heart of you, you would be ashamed if they ever broke loose from the cage of your chest and collapsed into a jumbled heap onto the floor. All those aching desires, those things you would not dare confess to even a sibling; those are the things that fuck you up. And, as you watch Helena sleep, wrapped up in your favorite shirt, softly snoring in the most precious way, you let yourself cry a little bit at how domestic and beautiful this morning has turned out to be. The shafts of sunlight creep through the hotel's cheap blinds, casting sheaves of light against the walls around you. Bending, twisting, careening against the walls, ricocheting into your heart and shining a spotlight onto all your shameful childhood dreams of romance. You never cared who it was that you fell in love with. You never had a concrete picture in your mind, a Prince Charming, if you will. It was always the rogue-ish characters that captivated you, the swashbucklers who seduced the reserved and erudite princess. It appears you did have a type, you were just not aware of it on any conscious level. You smile to yourself as you run your fingers through her jet black mane and you hear her mumble in her sleep, "This is such a magnificent creature. I've always wanted to ride…a hamster." You cover your mouth stifling your laughter at H.G.'s preciousness and your heart threatens to burst from love.
It is the little things that leave you wanting. You know the life of a Warehouse Agent is fraught with danger and often despair, but that does not keep you from seeing it, a family; maybe a little girl of your own, a girl with dark, vast, questioning eyes, just like her mother. You pinch the bridge of your nose gently. Helena has never mentioned wanting another child, but you see yourself, with her, with a child, hand-in-hand, walking the tight-rope that is your life. How would you begin to protect a child when you are not even very good at protecting your own heart? You sigh as you rise from the bed and slip on an oversized shirt. You are over-thinking things again, like you always do. You are good at never getting into love, but never at getting in. You are always on the outside of it. Looking into love hopelessly, seeing the beauty just out of your grasp. You are shaken from your thoughts by frantic knocking at your hotel door. "Hey, Mykes! Mykes! Mykey!" You frown at the noise and the suddenly masculine nickname. Just like Pete to intrude on your moment of peace and beauty.
You rush to the door and pull it open enough to jam your head into the open space. "What is it, Pete? And be quiet for god's sakes!"
"Whoa! Good morning, Starshine! Good to see your shining face, too. We've got a ping. Artie says it could be trouble, maybe someone moving in on one of the Artifacts we're tracking. Anything strange come up last night?"
"Um, no," you lie, badly. Softly snoring in the room behind you, Helena lays like a tiny starfish, dreaming of riding a magnificent hamster.
"Is there, is there someone in there with you, Mykes?" Pete questions with an almost childlike wonder. "Because, whoa. Who is the lucky stud? I've got to meet the guy who defrosted you."
"Shut up," you whisper playfully. "I wasn't 'defrosted'. I wasn't frozen to begin with." You lightly chuckle.
"Come on. Come on! Who is he? Is he like someone we know? Gimme a hint! I'm dying here." Pete exclaims excitedly jumping up and down.
"For god's sake, be quiet, Pete. You'll wake her up," you shout-whisper at the childish glee that adorns your partner's face before realizing your mistake.
Somewhere, the loud sound of a record-scratch can be heard.
"Wait. Her? A she? She's a she? Oh, man this is hot." Pete squealed. "Wait until I tell Claudia!"
"We are not telling Claudia!" You garble. "I mean, not right now. I mean, why would you tell Claudia?"
"We sort of had a bet about your sexuality." Pete sheepishly admits while donning an angelic grin.
"You what?!" You whisper-shout with all your conviction. "You took bets on my sexuality? What, I mean. Did you bet against me?"
"It's not how it sounds, Mykes," Pete stammers. "I bet there was no way you weren't a sausage-lover, no offense. So, I put my money on bisexual." He offers as if it was the most genteel thing he could have said to you. "Claude thought you were definitely more into the ladies than you let on, so she bet…"
"I get it!" You yelp. "I don't want to debate this right now! I've got a sleeping starfish…I mean, woman in my bed and things are a bit stressful at the moment."
"Calm down, Mykes." Pete reassures. "It's not even close to stressful, yet. Artie and Claudia are on their way over to the hotel.
You shut the door in Pete's face faster than you mean to, ignoring his shout of, "Owww!" through the heavy wood slab. And he is still talking to you about Artie and the Warehouse but all you can think is, "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" As you scramble around to pull on your clothes. You rush over to the bed and take a calming glance at her beautiful frame before you shake her lightly whispering, "Helena. Helena. Wake up, beautiful."
She mumbles playfully a bit more and you smile at her childlike innocence in her sleep. All darkness, all sorrow, seemingly gone. She stirs and you lightly kiss her lips in adoration. You go to deepen your kiss but pull away as you hear Pete shout, "Hey, Artie's here! Claudia too, what's up buttercup?" And Helena sits bolt upright in bed, your Great Gatsby t-shirt looking far too big on her slender frame.
"Pete, Artie and Claudia are here," you whisper frantically.
And Helena blinks, but mouths, "God, why?" at you and you think it is just the cutest thing ever, oh my god. You kiss her quickly and shrug mouthing, "Get dressed." And she smirks as she pulls off your shirt revealing her creamy breasts to your feral eyes. You stand frozen in place as you lick your lips, bemusedly thinking Claudia may be the smartest of you, after all, before Helena pulls you into a filthy kiss that leaves you breathless.
"You stop that, right now," you squeal. "This isn't helping."
"Sorry, darling." She whispers in the most sultry fashion your ears have ever heard.
You dress in record time, agreeing in a hurry that it's best not to surprise your team with Helena's face right off the bat. You both agree that her waiting in the bathroom for a bit, while you break the ice, seems like a better idea. You pray it goes smoothly.
As you open the door your team rushes inside, Claudia's nose immediately wrinkling up in distaste.
"Whoa, dude. It smells like sex in here, bad. I mean, damn girl. We're glad you got your swerve on, but baby Jesus."
You slap your hand over your face as you try to motion towards the kitchen.
Everyone wordlessly migrates in that direction, but Pete eyes the bed longingly looking for your playmate. "Where is she?" he says sadly.
"She's in the bathroom," you choke out.
"Whoa. What," Claudia shouts. "She? I totally won twenty bucks and maybe a box of Twinkies, if my luck holds out!" she squeals jumping up and down in tandem with Pete.
"What is everyone talking about!" Artie shouts. "We just got a ping. I'm glad everyone thinks it's quite special that you have a lady-friend, Myka, but frankly I don't care! You could be nailing Abraham Lincoln and I'd be more concerned if the air pressure in my tires was low!"
You hold your face in a neutral expression and try desperately to maintain your professionalism.
"There was a ping last-night, maybe another Agent in the area tracking one of our Artifacts. Did you run into anyone while you were on recon last night, Agent Bering?"
You open your mouth and then close it. Open and then closed. You want to say something but all that emerges from your throat is a small squeak.
"She did, I'm afraid. Quite the scoundrel, at that," Helena states calmly emerging from the hallway.
Simultaneously, everyone but your Tesla's are drawn and pointed at HG. You move to shield her, "No, hold your fire! She's here with me!"
"Wait, what?" Claudia screeches. "You and HG. You and HG did the hibbidy-dibbity. Oh my god, this is awesome!"
"I don't even know what that means," Helena exclaims from behind you and you laugh softly.
"You had intercourse! You shagged her brains out! Wow, amazing," Claudia states pacing up and down the room.
Artie fumes for a few moments never lowering his Tesla. "Agent Bering, haven't we been over dangerous former Agents with you? Do you like ignoring protocols? Do you even listen when we try to protect you?!"
"She's not dangerous," you yelp.
"Because you frisked her, right," Artie sarcastically drawls.
You stare at him helplessly. "I just know, Artie. Trust me. I know."
"I can't trust that. That's all of our lives, Myka. If I trust her now, I might doom all of us."
"I want to be with her," HG exclaims behind you. "I won't hurt her, I promise. We're in love."
"Awwww," Claudia squeals.
"Shut up!" Artie yells.
Pete scratches his head as he stares at you and HG. He had never known what to make of you two. But he had always been jealous. Almost as if he knew, she was the one thing that could steal you away from him. He hated being left behind and with you two, he always felt as if he was playing catch up.
"Pete, look at me," you say gently. "This doesn't change anything. I'm still your partner."
Pete's face scrunches up uncomfortably and you feel a pang in your chest at his discomfort. "This is 'cool' remember? I'm nailing a chick, woo-hoo," You offer trying to lighten the mood.
"No," Pete drawls. "No, this isn't cool at all."
"Wait, Pete. Look at me," you beg. "You don't understand. I'm in love with her."
"I get it!" he shouts. "I get it! Why didn't you tell me, Myka! I deserved to know. You got closer to her all this time and I didn't even have a clue what was happening. I feel like an idiot, Mykes!"
"No, I didn't mean to hurt any of you," you whisper. "I just want to be happy. I want you to be happy for me. This life is so lonely, so painful and I found someone to share it with me, to love me! I wanted to tell you. I did, but I knew you'd judge her, judge me. I couldn't take that from you, from any of you!" You shout near tears.
"Myka, you know she's trouble!" Artie and Pete shout in unison and then startle, looking at each other.
Claudia hugs herself tighter and closes her eyes. You think that maybe she is used to hearing adults fighting around her from the way she withdraws into herself at the first signs of shouting. Curled in, her body looking shrunken and twisted, very much the way your insides feel. You see the pain etched on the younger girl's face and your heart aches again, twisting inside you, burning white hot.
Helena runs over and embraces Claudia uttering fiercely, "Stop it, all of you! This isn't helping. None of this is. No one's doomed to be trouble. I will not have you impose your will upon me. This is my life, over a century late, but still mine for living. No man will dictate it to me, ever!"
"Lady," Pete growls. "I don't think even the Devil could tell you what to do."
Claudia sniffles in HG's arms and you love her all the more for comforting her. You stride confidently to stand by her side and rest your head on her shoulder, cradling Claudia gently as well. A make-shift family, perhaps one you could grow to adore.
Pete and Artie stand motionless as they regard each other quietly.
"We're not the bad guys here, Myka. You know that right? We're only trying to protect you, to protect the rest of the world."
"I appreciate that," you murmur. "But I'm the hero of my own story, guys. Trust me, for once."
Pete and Artie look at you like the will to fight has left them and you feel like you have gained important ground in this particular battle.
"I want to take HG back to the Bed and Breakfast with us," you stammer.
Artie raises his hand, but Pete pushes it down.
"The bed and breakfast is fine, but she's not getting anywhere near the Warehouse." Pete growls.
Helena raises her sculpted eyebrow at him but nods all the same.
Artie steps forward. "Well, at least at the B&B we can keep an eye on her, while I contact the Regents. Leena will be tasked with keeping her in-line. No leaving the B&B, no contact with the outside. If you accept our conditions Ms. Wells, you can come along."
Helena looks like she has more that she wants to say, standing defiant in the middle of you and Claudia. You hear her sharp exhale and she looks to her side at you. A cage has never appealed to her. Being bound to something, perhaps to someone has never been her way. But as she looks at you with tenderness in her eyes, you realize, that she could one day give up everything she held dear for you. In that glimmering instant, you see deep into those fathomless eyes and it makes you shake inside. She will give up everything, for you.
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South Dakota, Univille – Leena's Bed & Breakfast
In this setting, you feel different, but the same. The tiny fractured pieces of your heart, held together, by the whisper of a dream and a memory, love. It is the little things that get you into trouble, the aching desperate needing things. Like how you need Helena, how you need her words and her spirit, her life, her silken skin, her dark, mysterious eyes and her pale alabaster body, moving beneath you in the dark. You gasp out a breath as you make your way to her newly assigned room at the B&B. Leena had smudged it with sage and sprinkled it with salt, praying to remove all vestiges of darkness, the darkness that seemed to cling to H.G., to make her all the more alluring.
What would she be without that darkness? Incomplete, not whole, a different person entirely, beguiling but too soft, too unsure, too yielding. No, Myka would love her as she was. The sorrow that followed Helena was no match for her, weapons of light poised to fight the dark. The anger and fear were powerful indeed, but love, Myka believed, was the strongest thing of all, love that had guided them both into each other's arms. Myka cautiously raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door that separated her from her heart's desire.
"Yes," she heard a soft English lilt respond.
"It's me. It's Myka. I wanted to see you. You've been so quiet since we've brought you here and you're possibly ignoring me. And, I don't think I can handle that. Handle you hating me for what happened between us. I don't want to talk about this through the door, though. Will you let me in?"
Such a loaded question. Will you let me into your life? Into the very heart of you? Will you let me love you the way that I want to? Without fear. Without boundries. Without regard. Do you hear the volumes I am speaking to you, rushing in through my words in every silent space between us? Will you let me in?
She opened the door slowly and your breath caught in your throat. She was wearing an emerald green dress that made her alabaster skin and raven hair stand out, her dark eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions and mysteries to unravel. You drank in every inch of her. You could drink an entire case of Helena and still crave more. It was a dark thirst that would never be satisfied.
"Darling, please do come in," she graciously offers.
There was no denial of avoidance you noted, or of hating you a little bit. Your heart clenches painfully in your chest. Helena closed the door wordlessly behind you and turns to face you, an unreadable expression fixed upon her face.
"Okay," you begin. "I know you feel it too, this thing between us. You even told me that you loved me. I believed that. I still do. But, now you're avoiding me, this, us. And, I want to know why. You said we were in love. That you're in love with me, and God help me, I'm in love with you. I want all of you Helena, not just scraps. Not just pieces of you that you think are 'safe' for me to have."
"I don't want to hurt you," H.G. sighs languidly dragging her hand through her raven locks. "And I will, eventually. I don't know how to do this, how to love you and fight the darkness both."
"You don't have to do this alone, you have me," you whisper filled with emotion.
"I don't have anything," she whispers. "Time has taken from me everything I will ever love and it will someday claim us both. This existence, I will never understand it. What is the point of all this pain?! That's all I want Myka, is for this pain to seem purposeful! To have greater meaning, for then I have not suffered in vain!"
"I can't promise that it has a purpose, Helena," you say reaching out to trace along her arm. "I can't promise you that any of it is supposed to mean anything! But when I look at you, I believe. I believe in a love so great it will make the gods tremble. I believe in every myth ever created. Aphrodite come to life in mortal form in a desperate beauty so powerful, so tortured, yet so brave. I believe our purpose is to live through our pain. To let it teach us how to love, to learn that despite our great suffering, we can still be happy. We won't be unhappy will we," you choke out.
"No, I don't want you to be unhappy," Helena gasps.
"Well, good," you sob. "Because you are what makes me happy. I suffered too, Helena. I suffered so many lonely nights, training myself not to care about anything, especially not about you. But I do care, so very much. Every single person on this planet has a story that would break your heart. But here we are! Here we are unafraid to love! Unafraid to say, 'Here I am! You see me. See me like no one else ever has and possibly never will again! Here I am, asking you to love me.' Don't be afraid of it, Helena, of me."
"Oh dear," you hear her croon. "I am supposed to be the wordsmith and here you are dear girl, stealing away with my heart."
"Good," you chuckle. "Now kiss the girl that owns your heart."
And she crosses to you swiftly and crushes your bodies together. "You do, you know, have my heart. Dear God, you stole it away the moment I saw you. I recoiled from the shock of it, but it continued to beat inside my blood until all I could feel was you."
"Helena," you whisper claiming her lips.
And you both are lit on fire. Burning with a fever so bright, you illuminate the darkness. You stumble onto her bed, scratching, licking, tearing at one another's clothes, so desperately. As if you know, that when a fire burns white hot, it can also burn out. But you do not think it ever will. Something like this is the stuff of fairy tales, of legends, and you can imagine the files on you both that some Agent will read in the future will be amazing, indeed.
You are pulled from your thoughts as Helena, licks and sucks feverishly on your throbbing pulse point.
"Oh," you gasp unable to articulate your desire.
"God, have you always felt like this," she moans. "So soft, so hard, so bright, so beautiful," she gasps.
Now your body begins to shake. You think you know where this is going. You feel her hands stripping everything from you. All your layers, your barriers, your protection, you have laid your weapons down, for she had always known the words written across your heart, written in a foreign tongue, a dead language. And she had spoke them into your ear that first night and breathed you into life. Her kisses trail down your bare stomach to your slacks where she has begun unfastening your belt. You groan in anticipation and you feel her smile against your skin.
"Where do you want me, dear Myka," she utters.
"Everywhere," you moan. "I want to feel you everywhere."
"Your wish is my command, dear lady," she whispers as she descends upon you like a beautiful hurricane, all lust and fury.
She pulls your slacks down your legs as she lets her mouth brush against your panty clad center, her tongue snaking out to taste your arousal.
"Oh, Helena," You moan stripping yourself bare from the waist up, eager to be naked against her.
"My, my, you're eager," you hear her sexily laugh.
"God yes," you whisper. "I want to feel you inside me, on top of me, all over me. I need it like life needs life."
She growls as she rips your underwear trying to remove them and you lurch forward. Well, that was undeniably sexy. You feel her lick up your outer folds and you groan at the sweet intrusion.
"God, you taste so sweet," she mumbles more to herself.
You blush and watch her push her dress hurriedly from her own frame, kicking off her heels. Underwear quickly shed as she resumes her ministrations on your aching pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh!" you gasp struggling to breathe with each swipe of her talented tongue.
Your legs part further and you hear her groan in appreciation. As you glance down and look at her flushed cheeks and chest, nipples straining hungrily for your attention. You stutter out a gasp. It spurs her on, swiping, gliding, tasting the most intimate part of you. You feel debauched, you feel like you are on fire, but you feel alive.
You feel her fingers softly probe your entrance and your jaw sets, hard. "Inside," you stutter. "P...p...please, inside."
She groans her approval as you feel a slender digit work inside you. You cannot explain how it feels to feel her inside you, how she knows how to work your body, playing it like a violin, striking every chord. But she does, she makes you sing. Pushing, pulling, grasping, and reaching. Soon, a second finger joins the first, working on a glorious symphony with you. You pull Helena up until you are face to face and kiss her wantonly. Your taste is salty and sweet upon her lips, and you hungrily drink all that she has to give you.
"I love you," you whisper turning your head to the side, chanting in time with her steady rhythm. "I love you."
"Fuck, ugh," Helena groans. "I love you, Myka. I do."
With every thrust her thigh bumps her hand, and she goes deeper. Hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
"Right, there. Oh, yes. Yes. Don't stop," you scream wantonly.
Helena moans obscenely at that and you feel her wetness on your leg.
White light begins to spark behind your eyelids, electricity shooting down your spine, making every hair stand on end. The bed is lurching into the wall, making a dull thudding noise, you know is waking everyone, but you cannot bring yourself to care.
"Fuck, you feel good inside me," you scream. Not holding anything back. Not anymore. Time to go all in, time to be a lion-hearted girl, you think. So you let her see, let her see what she does to you. You quiver and shake, you tremble and cry. You shout and you return her passion with equal measure. You will be the greatest lover she has ever known. You will be the one to tame her.
Helena is shouting sweet obscenities, which sound sexier coming from her mouth than any obscenity should. "Fuck, fuck. You are so gorgeous, darling. Oh, fuck."
You know your orgasms are approaching you can see the light flashing even in her dark eyes. "Kiss me," you whisper. And she does, she kisses you hard and you both scream, white light tearing through you both as your bodies tense and tremble.
You gasp for air as you part, stroking down her back and gliding your hand across her ass as she collapses on top of you. You feel her wetness on you and you know you have to return the favor. You roll her over kissing her along the way.
"That was," you gasp and pant. "Incredible."
For her part, Helena chokes out a gasping breath. "I've never experienced anything quite like it," she mumbles.
You beam with pride and don an arrogant smirk. "Really? Tons and tons of lovers and never?"
"Well, I wouldn't say tons, darling. But, quite a few, and no, never," she whispers. "I never loved any of them the way I love you."
You beam a blinding smile and pull her close to you. You will make her scream and shout and confess her love for you, all night long.
And you both are the reason that Leena ordered all Agent quarters sound-proofed from now on. You and H.G. are making Warehouse history, already.
(Author's Note: Please, pretty please, review. It's like applause, I need it to live.)