Chapter 3
A/N This was supposed to be a one-shot, fluff piece...but. I now find myself thinking of all the ways I can interrupt these two ladies.
A big thank you to T-rahz for the Beta.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, not a dang thing.
Moist lips kissed their way up silken skin as strong, toned arms unwrapped from around pale, firm thighs, sweat-soaked curls brushed over heaving stomach muscles; long fingers still tangled in said curls, guiding a head up just above a navel.
Wrapping one arm around a passion-slicked back, a reddened cheek rested as the other arm found purchase between two sex-swollen mounds of flesh. Fingers traced from one mole to a freckle.
A flushed pink chest pressed against the still heated sex of her lover as heartbeats calmed to a slower pace, a low quake vibrated from the profiler's ribcage as the dark haired woman spoke.
"I believe I shall insist upon you taking the rails more often." Myka grinned as Helena scraped softly along her scalp with her nails.
"You do realize that that is the second time now we have been caught, right?" the younger woman smiled, running her tongue in a circle around the older woman's navel. Mid-stride she stopped, propping her head up to look at those brown orbs.
"Hey, what did your brother mean by government whores? I get it with me working for them, but I don't understand…" the older woman ground her hips into the younger woman's chest, stilling her mid-sentence.
"My dear, Charles meant it by the fact that our family firm is subcontracted by your government. He sits on his high horse back in London, casting his disdain over the fact that we are employed by the very rebels that thwarted the King's plan for global domination."
The younger woman slid her free hand over to the older woman's left breast, giving it a firm squeeze, "global domination, huh" a grin crossing her lips.
With her heel firmly planted into the mattress, Helena jerked her pelvic bone up into warm flesh. "My brother has no qualms with cashing those checks."
Helena chuckled, "I can just picture it, him running to Harrods's in Piccadilly Square, spending the said whore's money."
"Helena, I'm trying to process this... this... what is this we have?" the younger woman asked, dipping her head to hide her blush. "I was wondering how long...um...I mean, do you plan on moving back to London after you are done here? I know the Interstate is going to take another year to complete..." the profiler kissed the engineer's porcelain skin.
The engineer could feel the profiler's body stiffen as Myka lay on top of her. "No worries, love, let's just enjoy this, whatever this is, yes?"
Helena smiled as she stroked Myka's hair. It had been only two weeks since they first met.
The older woman was enjoying the feel of her American lying in her arms, whatever this was between them. Helena furrowed her brow at her brother's words 'booty call.' She thought back to the many lovers she had before.
The engineer loved the freedom her job afforded her; moving all over the world, a tryst here, next city, and a fling there. She knew from Myka's job that the younger woman was never in the same place for very long either. They were Gypsies. Kindred spirits.
Helena, feeling the tension in both of them, pulled Myka up to meet her eyes. The younger woman complied and slid her body up over the older woman's, their eyes meeting up in a lover's gaze.
The engineer flipped them both over, skin never losing contact, bending a head down to tug at an earlobe, the long sweet journey down with a firm tongue; lips caressing, teeth scraping as hands found their way down sweet flesh. "Your turn, my darling," Helena whispered as she worked her way down the sleek body…..
BANG BANG BANG…"Hello...this is the fire department.
There has been a reported gas leak in the building."
The older woman shot up... "Bloody hell!"