A/n: I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story so much. I hadn't really envisioned it being more than a 2 or 3 piece, but it just keeps going on! And here we are at Chapter 6! Hope you all enjoy! Do keep the comments coming. I love reading every single one of them!

To John6Lisa, thank you for loaning me the best line of this chapter (readers, you'll know it when you see it! *smiles*)

Being immobilized and having to limit her movements was not something Myka was happy with or good at. She was used to being the one in charge; always moving, always on the go. But her lover had insisted that she follow the doctor's orders and rest for the week. Helena had checked out of the hotel and was staying at Myka's apartment for the rest of her week there. The lecturer had taken it upon herself to ensure that the young engineer rested her arm and didn't try to go to work every morning. Myka was proving to be a very difficult patient. Several times when Helena would return from lectures she would find the stubborn woman attempting to hold yoga positions or cook a meal. She could tell that her lover was bored being home all the time, but she needed her to rest for the shoulder to heal properly.

It was Helena's last day of lectures at this university and she had been going at it since early in the morning; running between lectures and the faculty office to follow up on her tenure application. She was exhausted and so, was more than thankful when a power voltage problem resulted in her last lecture ending an hour earlier. She stopped off at the nearby Olive Garden Restaurant to pick up dinner for her and Myka. Baked Ziti and Chicken Parmesan, a common favourite between her and the young engineer. She returned to the apartment carrying bags of the take-out food. As she entered the living room, the bags slipped out of her hands and dropped on the floor as she took in the scene before her. The couch had been moved out of the way to create an open space and Myka was in the middle of said opening brandishing her fencing foil, jabbing elegantly at the air in front of her.

"MYKA! What the hell?" Helena yelled.

Myka dropped the foil and looked towards the door, shocked to see Helena there, food bags scattered around her feet.

"Hel-Helena, you're not supposed to be back for another hour!"

"Myka Ophelia Bering! What are you trying to do? Throw your arm out again?" The concerned lecturer scolded.

"Honey please, no need to shout. I'm fine. Really. My arm is a hundred percent. See?" She insisted, extending her arms and doing a 360 rotation at the shoulders.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!" she cried out, her arm dropping limply to her side.

Helena rushed to her side and guided her to the couch.

"See? NOT BETTER YET!" the Brit reprimanded her.

"I guess not." Myka sulked.

Helena sighed and attempted to distract the woman from her current state of distress. "Come on love, I brought us some dinner. Care for a bite? I'm quite famished."

"Ooh, what did you get?" Myka asked, contemplating getting up to retrieve the bags from the floor but deciding against it, as she knew Helena would not approve. She watched as the Brit bent over to pick up the spilled contents of the bags, and couldn't help herself. Standing up, she stealthily moved to stand behind the shorter woman, wrapping her arms around the slender body as the Brit stood up. She shifted the woman's hair to reveal her smooth ivory neck, and dipped her head to place a light kiss there before whispering into the lecturer's ear, "I missed you, baby."

Helena's body visibly shuddered at the feeling of Myka's breath in her ear and her head lolled back onto the Engineer's shoulder. She dropped the bags again and reached her hands back to tangle her fingers in messy brown curls. She pulled the woman's head down and angled her own head, capturing Myka's lips in a passionate kiss. Myka's hands were roaming the front of her body. They found the sash of her dress and untied it deftly. She could feel her lover's hands against her skin now; running along the flat planes of her stomach, one moving upwards, the other heading in the opposite direction. As Myka's fingers dipped inside her panties her knees buckled and she found herself being pushed against the wall, face forward. Her hands reached out to brace herself as the tall woman's dexterous fingers slid against her wet centre.

"Mykaaaa." She hissed through clenched teeth.

The young Engineer's teeth found their way to her ears, nibbling and sucking on the soft lobe. Her other hand was inside Helena's bra, pinching and squeezing her right nipple. Her index and middle fingers slipped into the Brit's slick core and the woman's hips jerked back against her centre, drawing a low moan from her lips. She curled her fingers inside the woman and brushed her thumb against her clit in an agonizingly slow motion.

"Fuck, Myka. Don't tease me now. I need you," the older woman begged, her voice low and her breathing ragged. Not wanting to throw her shoulder out again with the movement, Myka spun the woman around and dropped to her knees. Lifting one leg up and resting it on her good shoulder, she pressed her face into the woman, burying her tongue deep inside.

"Oh fuck yes!" Helena cried wantonly, tangling her hair in the curly brown mane and grinding her hip into her lover's face. Myka's tongue snaked out of her lover's core and flicked over her clit, latching on and sucking as if her life depended on it. Helena's hips moved shamelessly against Myka's mouth as she approached climax. A calculated swirl of Myka's tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerve-endings pushed her over the edge and she erupted with a resounding, "FUCCKKKK!"

Her trembling body slid to the floor and Myka crawled on top of her, lowering her head to press their lips together. Helena's tongue peeked out, enjoying the taste of herself on Myka's chin and lips. She sucked at the younger woman's chin before pulling back to look into her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Hungry much? For a little bit there I thought you were going to eat right through me, darling." she teased the woman hovering over her.

Myka grinned. "You're my most important meal of the day, my love."

Helena laughed and pushed the woman off her, extending her hand for Myka to pull her up.

"Come on sweet-talker, let me get some real food in you. And don't think you're off the hook for that stunt you pulled earlier." Helena warned.

"Come on babe, really. I can't stay put all day. You know that." Myka complained as she took one of the food bags from Helena and followed her into the kitchen.

"Myka, I don't expect you to stay put all day, but really, fencing? With a messed up shoulder? Not exactly your most brilliant idea there, love." Helena responded, taking the food out of the boxes and dishing it out onto two plates.

"But hun, I was getting bored. I needed to move around; get my blood pumping." Myka tried to defend her actions, looking down and fingering the frayed hem of her t-shirt.

"Myka! It's only been a few days! It's not like you've been sitting on your ass for a month without movement! If you're bored then read! Watch a movie!" Helena argued, placing the plate infront of Myka and pouring them two glasses of water.

"But Hel-"Myka whined.

"For God's sake Myka, can I atleast get some cheese to go with that whine?"

Both women stared at each other a moment before erupting in laughter.

"I can't believe you just said that," Myka shook her head in disbelief.

"Well, you were asking for it. You were whining like a five year old Myka. And while I find it rather cute and endearing, I'm still not giving in and letting you have your way. You must rest!"

"I know, I know. I'm just not used to having nothing to do I guess." Myka confessed.

"It'll be over soon, love, and you'll be back on the jobsite in no time." Helena said reassuringly.

"Mmhmmm," the young woman responded, chewing her food.

"Babe?" Myka looked up from her plate, wanting to look into Helena's eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Any word on your tenure application yet? Any chance that you could possibly not leave for Canada tomorrow afternoon?" Myka asked in a small voice.

"Oh sweetie, you know I have to go. It was too late for me to cancel. But I'll be coming right back here; right back to you." Helena promised. "By the time I get back, the application should be processed and approved for me to stay on here. I'll still have to do visit lectures out of state, but here will be my new base," the Englishwoman continued.

Myka nodded silently, focusing on her food to keep her mind from thinking of Helena being away. Helena recognised the woman's need for some time to herself and remained quiet for the remaining duration of their dinner, glancing up ever so often to see the worried expression plaguing Myka's face.

When Myka finished the last of her pasta, Helena stood up and cleared the dishes away, returning to stand in the space between Myka's parted legs.

"Penny for your thoughts, love?" The Brit asked softly.

Myka sighed, "I think I've grown too attached to you too fast Helena Wells. The thought of you leaving, even for a short time, feels unbearable."

"My sweet Myka, the feeling is mutual." Helena confessed. She rested her forehead on her lover's and closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of just being here with Myka. She didn't know how she was ever going to survive the next two weeks without the love of her life.

A/n: Penny for your thoughts? :)