Title: Restraint
Rating: M – To be safe.
Plot: None. No really, there's not one.
Spoilers: Season 4, if you squint.
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A/N - I'm interested in what you think of this one. Review, please!
Please see the additional a/n at the end.
Helena kept her arms above her head, hands grasping at the headboard. She had always prided herself on her ability to get out of most any type of restraint, often in the quickest way possible. But, this time was different. Never had she been asked to exercise voluntary restraint in such a way. This, by far, was the hardest thing she has done in quite a while. Even keeping away from everyone she ever knew while on the run with the Astrolabe was nothing compared to this challenge, and she dearly loved a challenge.
She arched her back and bit back a moan. A sheen of sweat was covering her body, strands of her hair were sticking to her face, the rest splayed across a pillow, tangled and mussed. Keep your hands above your head. The directions were very clear, yet she struggled to follow them. She wasn't one to take direction well, but this was Myka. She had a difficult time saying no to anything she asked.
The second part of the instruction was posing just as great a challenge. Don't make a sound. Really? Keep quiet while she was doing that? She had never realized the sadistic side Myka had. She had hidden it well under her somewhat shy exterior and charming smile. The look in her eye as she firmly told Helena, keep your hands above your head and don't make a sound was predatory. Helena felt the desire pool in her belly with that look. Oh yes, she'd do anything Myka asked.
A soft nip to her right hip brought her attention back to the reason she was in this position. Myka was gently reminding her to stay in the present, with her.
The sensations intensified, causing soft whimpers to escape her lips. She risked a look down her body, past her heaving chest to where Myka lay. Green eyes darkened with desire and sparkling with hunger were gazing back. Her thighs started to quiver as Myka skimmed her hand up her body, over her abdomen, and between the valley of her breasts, before settling a single finger over her lips. "Shhhh." She whispered. "I know you can do this."
Helena kissed the pad of the finger before she bowed her neck, throwing her chin back as pleasure overwhelmed her. Clenching tightly to the headboard and digging her heels into the bed, her body was tight as a bowstring as she arched off the bed. Biting hard on her bottom lip, she barely made a sound as she allowed the pleasure to flow through her body.
Collapsing back on the bed with arms and legs like jelly, she waited for the muffling in her ears to abate as she gasped for breath. Myka had slid up her body, where she lay on her side, chasing the beads of sweat across Helena's torso with her finger. As sound slowly returned, and Helena could finally move, she brought her arms down and hugged the other woman tightly to her body. "Darling, I rather enjoyed this exercise in restraint." She said, expelling a large breath.
A smirk lifting her lips Myka said, "I knew my little volcano could have a silent eruption."
A/N – The last line is a shout out to Riley2002. She graciously allowed me to use the term "little volcano" from her fic, Drama, Drama, Drama.