This is an alternate version of Chapter 5, Restraint.
Rating: M
Spoilers: None. Nope. Nada.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Infringement is not intended, if you think I am infringing just send me a cease and desist email. That said, I promise to clean my room and put my toys away when I am done.
A/N - This started as an exercise to get me past my block. A writer's block largely caused by Instinct. It has been very difficult for me to refocus on writing, until my wife suggested I do a smut piece. It actually worked! I married the smartest woman on the planet, and apparently the most understanding, since she humors me with the S.S. Bering & Wells. Anyhow, this is a bit out of my comfort zone, but hell, isn't that what writing is all about?
Myka looked up, her gaze hooded and intent. As her eyes traveled the planes of her lover's body, she couldn't help but appreciate how obedient Helena was being. She had her eyes closed, head reclined against a pillow. Her white teeth were worrying her lower lip with the effort of remaining silent. Her hands were firmly clutching the headboard to keep from seizing Myka in her desire to force her to finish what she'd started. Her hair fanned across the pillow, thick and dark, like the entrance to the abyss.
Closing her own eyes, she returned focus to the task at hand. Pleasuring Helena was always a test of wills. Myka preferred to bring her to the edge, and just before tumbling over, she'd withdraw and shift focus. She'd tease her like this until the other woman either growled, "Fuck me. Now" or roughly grabbed at her, forcing her to finish. It drove Helena to distraction, this teasing. Helena in turn, would do everything to rush Myka to that edge, tumble headlong over, and do it all over again. Her lovemaking reflected how she lived her life, all in and taking no prisoners.
Both had their merits, but instant gratification would have to wait until another day. Myka wanted Helena to need this, to need her. She wanted to see her worn down by denial, built back up by faith, and brought to orgasm by the purity of their love. For love it was, unmitigated, fathomless, and all encompassing.
Attaining Helena's complete and utter surrender is what it would take. Myka was quite serious about this. She had seen the doubt in the others eyes when she made her request for submission. She also hadn't missed the intake of breath and the slight pupil dilatation. As a trained agent, skilled in reading people, she knew Helena would agree.
The sound of panting was coming faster from above her. The creak of the headboard filled the room when slim hands clutched it tighter and she felt muscles contract. Both these signaled to Myka that it was time to ease off. Opening her eyes, her vantage point allowed for an intense examination of Helena's small frame. Her taunt abdominals were like the foothills of a mountain range. All dips and valley's with areas of deep shadow and bands of sharp relief. Soft skin paved the way for the gentle slope of her breasts, peaks held rigid in attention. What lay directly behind them was obscured. However, she had memorized every inch of flesh. She knew it by heart, and worshipped it with gentle kisses and loving touches.
Myka skimmed a hand up the body under her. Traveling over ribs that were expanding quickly in time with labored breathing, and caressing the collarbone she encountered before reaching those lips. Lips that had parted in a silent plea, Helena's look was full of need, strong and pure. She felt her heart contract. It tightened nearly to the point of pain with the realization of the depth of feeling she had for Helena was returned. In this instant, this one perfect moment, all barriers were laid to waste. The depth of their connection bled from pores forced opened by the heat between them, and cascaded back in to fill the parts of their souls that were empty. This must be what all the stories meant when they said, "and they became one."
"You can do this." Myka breathed out. She meant more than simply this moment in time. She meant Helena could do all of this, the giving and receiving of love. Accept that she was good enough for it. And above all, understand that she deserved it.
Needing to show her, Myka slipped back into the warm haven that was Helena. She swirled her tongue around the bundle of nerves once, before dropping further and entering her. Loving this woman was more than she had ever hoped for. Replacing her tongue with fingers, she slowly eased into her.
Helena's back arched from the bed, and thighs clenched around her head briefly, before falling open, allowing full access. Incoherent murmurs were coming from above her.
Moving faster now, she thrust deeper and harder. Taking the other woman's clit into her mouth, she sucked hard as she rapidly flicked her tongue. Curling her fingers slightly, she grazed the rough patch inside Helena. Myka felt the other woman's muscles tighten like steel bands around her fingers as she came.
She waited for the contractions to ease before gently withdrawing her hand. Crawling up the other woman's body, she spooned against her. Helena's head was still tilted backward as she tried to regulate her breathing. Myka teased the beads of sweat around her navel as she waited for Helena to return to earth.
She felt shifting against her, green eyes met brown, "I love you" she whispered and placed a soft kiss on the dark temple.
Tears sparkled in deep brown eyes as Myka witnessed Helena accept her love. Finally accept that she was deserving of it. A smile, large and bright graced her features.
"I know, and I love you, too."