Title: G-spot Me
Rating: T
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. I will clean my room and put my toys away, I promise.
This was a thing that popped up in some banter on twitter about the infamous g-spot line in Defiance and the subsequent re-naming of H.G.'s middle initial. This one is dedicated to my Warem gals, you know there was no way these three could be in the same room without something happening. Who knows, I might even finish it one day!
As always, an unedited drabble follows.
"Myka, I'm very experienced with the human female body. Allow me to show you the pleasures that your frail, human, lovers have been able to provide you." Stahma slowly tilted her head to the side, gauging the response her words invoked in the tall agent.
Confused green eyes regarded her. Myka drew her lower lip into her mouth as she contemplated what the Casti meant, realization dawned in her eyes, "Do you mean the g-spot?"
"Darling, I can assure you, Myka is quite acquainted with the pleasures derived from the g-spot. I do consider myself well… qualified in that area." Purred an accented voice from the doorway of the Need/Want.
Myka allowed a tiny grin to form when she noticed Stahma tense slightly at the time traveler's voice. She could tell being caught off guard was not something Stahma liked.
Violet eyes turned to appraise the interloper. Dragging her gaze from black boots up over the low-slung blaster, past a tiny waist, and on to a chest partially exposed by an open necked white shirt. She found her gaze lingering on the fine bone structure of the human's face, before slowly rising to meet the dark eyes looking back in amusement.
"Like what you see?" H.G. said as she stepped into the alien's space. Reaching out a hand, she slowly dragged a fingertip up her arm. "I know I do."
Myka couldn't help but notice how alike in looks the two women were. It was disconcerting. Of course, Stahma was light in all the places Helena was dark, and the similarities stopped there. Where Helena was brash and assertive, Stahma was cunning and manipulative. Myka felt something coil in her stomach when they both turned to regard her.
"Well, Myka darling, your silence does so injure my pride." She said with a smirk.
"Helena." The curly haired agent groaned. "You know very well your talents are not in question."
Stahma looked between the women and sensing the heat between them, she suddenly found herself saying, "I think I would be interested in learning what your talents are, exactly." A small frown marred her features as she realized what she had said. Rash decisions were not something she was used to.
Helena's smirk morphed into a full grin, "Oh darling, aren't you simply delightful."