Title: Dish Duty
Rating: K
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"Helena, this is why we don't put liquid dish soap in the dishwasher." Laughter followed the statement, green eyes dancing.
"Well, how was I to know that dish soap was not to be used for washing the dishes? Is this another instance of circular reasoning that I'm supposed to have learned?" Her voice increased an octave as she gestured wildly with her hands, "Why would it be labeled dish soap if it's not to be used to wash the dishes?"
It was hard to take anything the Brit said seriously when she was covered in tiny little bubbles. They were everywhere, in her hair and down the front of her shirt, causing it to plaster to her chest. Bubbles covered the floor, and were still oozing out of the open appliance. They had even backed up into the sink.
Myka removed her hair tie from her own hair handing it to the other woman, "Use this to get your hair out of your face while we clean this up."
She watched as the woman quickly put her damp hair up, reminiscent of the first time they met. She couldn't help but raise her hand to the other woman's cheek. With her thumb, she carefully wiped away the bubbles from her cheekbone. Her hand froze on Helena's face as their gaze caught and held. Her breath caught as the inventor's eyes dropped to her lips, and as she stepped forward, Myka's own eyes started to close in anticipation.
Suddenly, she felt the other woman's hands against her shoulders and her full weight bearing down on her. Before she knew it, she was laying on the floor with a soft body pressing intimately to hers.
Helena looked down at the woman cushioning her body. With a devilish gleam in her eye, "Now who's the agent under whom?"
A/N – In my younger years I may have been guilty of the first part of this. It only takes once to learn your lesson.