Author's Note: The chapter you've all waited so patiently for. Brace yourselves, guys; this one got pretty intense, even for me. Also, the reviews for last chapter blew my mind. More of those, please! : )
Brief touches were all that the two could manage; quiet, impassioned touches that merely hinted at their shared desperation as they ascended the stairs – a glancing brush against Helena's wrist, a slight graze of Helena's fingers to Myka's back, and the sweet flattening of Myka's lips against Helena's uncovered shoulder as she undid the lock to her bedroom door.
When the lock finally clicked loose, Helena pivoted to face the agent she had fallen so treacherously in love with.
She raised her hands to Myka's face, not quite holding it, but indulging herself in a caress, mapping the planes of Myka's cheeks. "Darling Myka," she whispered, the short sentiment overflowing with her affections.
The pads of two slim fingers met Helena's mouth, and she surveyed Myka as she shook her head. "No. I don't need words right now, Helena," she interrupted quietly. "I just need you."
She felt Myka's fingers embrace her neck, but Helena's gaze kept averting to Myka's mouth, painted red with wine and desire. She leaned forward to sketch her lips across her partner's in a kiss that she had intended to be sweet, but though it began that way, that was not how ended.
Helena had felt Myka's reserved need the moment their mouths connected, but the instant that Helena's tongue tempted her lip, Myka's nails burrowed into her neck, and Helena gasped at the abrupt throb of pain that whistled down her spine. And then Myka's kiss had become insistent; her tongue dove into Helena's mouth as soon as her lips had parted to draw breath, and Myka shifted Helena backward until she was against the door. Myka searched furiously for the want in Helena that matched her own, and Helena offered it to her, crushing her beneath the wrath in her kiss as her hand eased back to thread Myka's hair through her fingers. With a quickness that bordered implausibility, Helena spun Myka around, trapping her between Helena and the wood behind her.
And then Helena moaned, because Myka defiantly bit her lip when Helena took power over their embrace, and as though she'd been shocked into awareness, Helena tore her mouth away swiftly, resting her forehead against Myka's, and shaking her head.
"Not like this, darling," she whispered breathlessly, loosening her hold in Myka's hair with great effort, and sweeping her thumb beneath her ear with a hot touch as she fought to regain her control. "I won't take you this way."
"Helena, please," Myka whimpered feverously.
"I will take everything from you tonight, Myka," Helena promised. "I will take your passion," she murmured, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss against the line of Myka's jaw. "I will take your need," she continued, peppering another sensitive kiss against Myka's cheek. "I will take your desire." She matched a kiss to the opposite cheek. "And I will take your love, darling," she whispered, touching her lips tenderly to Myka's forehead. "But, for tonight, I will take you this way," she breathed, drawing her lips across Myka's in a slow, deep motion that Myka mewled into, bending herself into Helena, and holding her fingers around Helena's hips as though they were the only thing to keep her grounded. Helena poured love into the kiss, and imparted every dangerous and profound emotion that she felt for Myka into her partner's mouth. And when she felt she'd adequately demonstrated her intent, Helena eased away, pressing a final, brushing kiss to Myka's lips before she asked softly, her mouth pulling no more than a breath's distance away from Myka's, "Do you understand, darling?"
Myka looked up at her with glassy eyes, bursting with love and devotion. "I think I might like your way better," Myka whispered, laughing ever so delicately, and then she bit her lip. "For tonight," she added, with a small, coy smile.
And then Myka reached behind her to twist the doorknob, leading Helena into the room by her hand. Helena shadowed her, closing the door behind them, unable to avert her eyes from the woman stood before her.
Myka kissed her then; leisurely, though Helena could still feel the barely restrained tension behind it. And Helena lost herself in Myka's mouth, sweeping a hand up her side, and sighing into Myka's kiss. Helena kept her there, standing in the center of the room, as her tongue delved into Myka's mouth.
And she took her time, because she had imagined this moment for so long; this moment just before she fully gifted her love to Myka, and could worship every facet of this brilliant woman.
Her hands glided over the material of Myka's dress, and even through the fabric, Helena could discern well enough that there were a number of spots for her to pay homage to that would have Myka keening under her touch.
Helena brushed her fingers against the zip at the back of Myka's gown, but didn't tug it downward. Myka responded to that lack of action with a sigh, and slanted her face away from the heated kiss; Helena didn't need to see her expression to know that a plea was hot on her tongue.
Before Myka could speak, Helena breathed in the scent of her perfume, dipping her head into Myka's neck. "This fragrance is intoxicating," she whispered, conscious of the fact that her warm breath, and the stroke of her lips against Myka's flesh were driving her companion toward insatiable thirst. "It's fitting of you," Helena shared, hushed. "But your presence is quite inebriating on its own."
"Helena – " Myka whimpered.
"I know, darling," Helena mouthed against her skin, and placed her hands at Myka's waist, exerting just enough pressure at her sides to indicate that Myka should turn around. Helplessly, Myka obeyed her undeclared instruction. "I needed a moment," she alleged softly, bending her neck to place a transient kiss to Myka's shoulder. "The woman I love is standing at my bedside," she whispered against Myka's ear, and Myka trembled. Helena mercilessly persisted. "And she's aching for my touch," Helena tantalized her, moving her hands to the zipper again, grasping it between her thumb and index finger, but lowering it with an agonizingly sluggish pace. "And I so sincerely intend to satisfy that ache," she informed quietly, and then contradicted her own soft tones as she took the lobe of Myka's ear between her teeth with more force than was strictly necessary.
But Myka moaned her pleasure, and arched her head back toward Helena's shoulder. Helena lips hovered over Myka's flesh, and then, very softly, she rested an openmouthed kiss beneath her ear. Then another at her neck, her tongue striking Myka's skin, and Helena felt herself warm when Myka pressed her back further into Helena in response.
Helena moved her hands to Myka's shoulders, and, while barely skimming her fingers against Myka's flesh, she lowered the thin straps of that wicked gown down Myka's arms. She didn't turn Myka, though. Instead, she lifted her hands from Myka's stunning frame, and withdrew her body from Myka's completely, circling around her like a lioness, surveying the results of her suggestive touches.
Myka's lips were parted to accommodate the pants that she simply could not suppress, and those lips were such a beautiful, swollen red. Her head turned to watch her tormentor, but Helena wouldn't allow Myka's penetrating gaze to rush her.
She shifted her eyes downward from Myka's face to take in the rest of her figure, and with deep satisfaction, Helena noted that the woman's dress was beginning to fall.
Helena could see the straps sloping down Myka's arms, but she was more heavily centered on her front. The tops of Myka's breasts had been exposed as Helena had loosened the dress, and Helena struggled against the strong desire to yank it from Myka's body to reveal all of her to Helena's hungry eyes.
But Helena reserved herself. She moved forward, fully pressing herself against Myka's form, and she did not miss the resulting gasp from Myka's mouth that followed. Her hands climbed up Myka's body, beginning at her hips and moving upward, almost more slowly than Myka could stand, until both of Helena's hands plunged into her hair.
Helena brought her mouth so close to Myka's that when she spoke, she was certain that their lips would touch. So speak, Helena did.
"So long, I've dreamt of this," she voiced. "Just this, Myka. Burying my hands into these remarkable curls."
Myka's mouth opened, but words never came out.
Helena smiled at her seductively. "Tell me, darling," she teased softly. "Tell me what you've hungered for."
"You, Helena," Myka said, her speech so hushed that Helena was sure, if she'd been an inch further away, she'd have missed it. "Just… you."
"Mm," Helena hummed, so clearly pleased with the admission. "And you shall have me, my love," she assured, and then herded Myka's lips beneath hers, sinking in the feel of the agent's touch.
Her hands skated down Myka's arms, taking the straps of her gown with them, and Helena stepped back just enough to allow the dreadfully flattering material to slither down to Myka's feet.
Their kiss never broke.
Myka's hands then rediscovered motion, and Helena felt the fever in them as they located the clasp to Helena's own dress beneath her arm. She allowed Myka to lower it, as she was sure that it was the only comforting thing that she could do for her love, in that moment.
When Helena's dress fell, she eased away from Myka's mouth, and moved further backward, toeing off her shoes with the motion. And when she was far enough away to get a decent look at her lover, Helena found herself winded.
"Helena," Myka murmured, eyeing every inch of her exposed flesh with great reverence, "you're… staggering," Myka finished, too absorbed in her visual exploration to feel any embarrassment over her choice of words.
"Not half so much as you, darling," Helena rasped, with more difficulty than she would have liked to admit.
She shifted around her clothes to find herself flush against Myka again, and Myka moaned at the feel of their bare flesh fusing together. That anguished sound tested Helena's will, but she took Myka's chin with her fingers, and covered her mouth with amorous, slow insistence. She urged Myka back toward the bed with a second hand at her hip. "Lie down, my darling," she counseled, separating their mouths just briefly. "Lie down for me, hm?"
Powerless, and apparently quite aware of it, Myka did as Helena asked.
Helena blanketed Myka's trembling body, straddling her lover's thigh with two of her own, and she pressed a loving kiss against Myka's mouth as she stroked her hip with deft fingers. Myka sighed at the touch, and looked up at Helena with such need that Helena couldn't help but to lower herself to meet Myka's lips, for just one feverishly searing kiss.
Myka's hands immediately clamored against Helena's back as she stole desperation from Helena's mouth, and the familiar sting of biting nails scouring down her spine had Helena's hips involuntarily rolling into Myka's in a motion that she couldn't have prevented. Myka moaned out her desire, and Helena fought to ease their bruising kiss, shortening the touches of her lips to Myka's until she was adoringly closing her mouth over her partner's in brief, considered motions again.
And when Myka looked up at her, after having a very small moment to calm her arduous actions, her eyes were filled with interminable love and commitment, and an immense longing that she made no attempt to veil. Helena stroked her cheek with her thumb, and hushed soothingly, "Shh, my love. My provocations will be well worth the torment soon enough," she promised, and bent her neck low to press a kiss to Myka's collarbone, where she brushed her tongue against the skin that she found there.
Myka's ensuing sigh was needy and impatient, but Helena reveled in the sound that she had created. And she sought to create another, touching her lips over Myka's heart. Another, just above Myka's breast, and she could feel Myka's breath quickening as her lover's hands tangled into Helena's hair.
Though Myka's touch fled straight to Helena's core, Helena had needed no coaxing. She hovered over Myka's breast for one, tantalizing moment, her hot breath reducing Myka nearly to sobs, and she took Myka's raised nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue against it delicately.
Myka's hips shot from the bed as she cried out her appreciation, and Helena struggled to lower them, keeping Myka pinned with her thigh pressing hard against Myka's center as she lavished fierce devotion upon Myka's sensitive flesh. She felt her body growing hot with want, and couldn't help but to grind herself against Myka's leg, so yearning to feel this woman. She keened against Myka's breast, unable to help herself as shameless desperation swelled within her at the motion.
And then her lips shifted back up to Myka's, because she could feel, in the tightening of Myka's hands in her hair, and the persistent, erratic rise of her leg into Helena's core, that any further explorations of her body would have Myka cresting before it was time.
With dexterous fingers, Helena drew a line down Myka's thigh, and back up the inside of it again. Helena pulled away from Myka then, studying her as she quaked beneath Helena's figure, an unspoken plea begging in Myka's eyes. Myka's cheeks were flushed bright red, but with the way that Myka's thigh was surging against her, she was certain that she was similarly colored.
Helena couldn't resist Myka's allure any longer. With scarcely a moment's worth of thought, she submerged two fingers deep inside Myka's heat, and her own core suffered a sharp spasm as Myka's head violently reared backward, and she outright screamed. Her hips dipped instantly against Myka's thigh, but despite her own arousal, Helena granted no reprieve. She buried her questing mouth in Myka's neck, withdrawing her fingers, and biting down hard against Myka's flesh as she drove her hand forward again.
"Helena," Myka gasped. "Oh, God," she hissed as Helena repeated the motion.
Helena's lips seared against Myka's neck, and Myka brought her leg into Helena again, fingers clawing down her spine. When she felt her own body begin to tremble, Helena's teeth raked firmly over her lover's skin, and a deep moan vibrated against Myka's flesh. Myka writhed beneath her. Helena scraped her thumb, just for a moment, against Myka's sweet spot – but that short second was all that Myka needed.
Myka thrashed upward, every heated inch of her body yielding into Helena's, and Helena felt Myka's leg rise, driving into her center for a final time, and, Christ, Helena's hips plunged against it, powerless as she shuddered into her own climax, and exulting in the cries that spoke of Myka's own.
She fell into Myka, breathless, with her head tucked over the woman's heart, but she could hear Myka's staggered, sated pants above her.
"Wow," Myka breathed, winded. "Helena," she sighed, "just… wow."
"I suppose," Helena murmured playfully, still regaining her breath, "that sexual chemistry will not be a concern for you and I to deal with."
A burst of husked laughter erupted from Myka's throat. "Whatever you want to call it," she began, and Helena could hear the smirk in her voice as she agreed, "that definitely won't be a concern."
Helena felt Myka's lips press a tender kiss to the crown of her head, and she smiled.
"It was a decent date, then?" She asked cheekily.
"No bragging from you," Myka chided, and Helena felt her chest shift as she shook her head. "I haven't even gotten a turn yet," she reminded.
"Oh, darling," Helena chuckled warmly, shifting to the side just a bit so that she rested beneath Myka's outstretched arm. "I need a moment to recover before anymore turns take place."
"Yeah," Myka respired. "Yeah, me too. That was…"
"Powerful?" Helena offered, painting small circles against Myka's defined stomach with mild touches.
"Yeah," Myka agreed.
"Mm," Helena hummed, smiling. "I did caution you about the intensity of my love for you, Myka, darling."
Myka sighed contently, and pressed another affectionate kiss to Helena's head. And then she earnestly whispered into Helena's hair, "I've never felt so loved in my life."