A/N : Thank you to my great Beta….ugh..I know I can be a pain with details. I have many ideas on how I want to 'interrupt' these two, but if there is anything you would like to see, please feel free to PM me.
Disclaimer: I own Nothing..Nada...Not A Dang Thing…
Helena was leaning on the hood of her work truck trying in vain to keep her blue prints from being blown off the truck, a gaggle of workers milling around her.
"PETER!... Will you please hold the plans down!" She all but shouted. The foreman turned back around to face the engineer. "Sorry boss."
"Man O' Man…. 'legs for days' at six o' clock" ...Helena lifted her eyes up to see what had her crew so distracted.
The wind swirled at the black skirt, cutting just above the knees, pushing the long-sleeved white silk blouse flush against the chest, the top three buttons undone.
Black, conservative heels clicking on pavement as reddish brown curls floated on the strong breeze.
Helena straightened up from the hood of the truck, rolling the prints up. The engineer and foreman stood side by side, shoulders almost touching as all eyes were glued to the 'legs for days' making their way towards them.
"Hello, ," the ruby lips spoke, "May I have a moment of your time please?" a smirk crossed the Brit's lips.
"Peter, have the crew and the bulldozer start on quad 16." She hit the foreman in his stomach with the prints "Owww! So not nice HG," the foreman whined. Helena smiled at the profiler, ignoring the foreman as he rubbed his stomach.
"My trailer is right over there." the older woman said as she opened the passenger side door of the truck for the younger woman, the smirk turning into a grin as those 'legs for days' slid into the cab of the truck.
Helena leaned against the front of her desk, getting ready to remove her hard hat when Myka sauntered over to her, tipping the brim up a bit with her finger.
"I flew in last night, I have to work a cold case in the area for the next few days," the profiler said as she then leaned a mere breath away from the engineer's ear.
"You did tell me to stop by if I was ever in the neighborhood," she purred, taking the Brit's earlobe between her teeth.
Letting go of the lobe, she pulled back, a blush crossed her cheeks.
"I mean, if this is okay. I don't want to…would your boss get upset with me being here?" Helena pulled Myka flush to her lithe frame.
"I can tell you what would really upset the 'boss' is you leaving right now," a smirk crossed both their lips.
"So darling, may I remove my head cover so as to give you a proper greeting?" Helena asked as she wrapped her arms around the younger woman's waist and reversed them, the profiler's perfect ass pressed against the engineer's desk.
As Helena raised her hand to remove her hat, Myka tilted her head back. "Not so fast. I find you rather cute with it on."
The Brit frowned a bit, "cute is a word that I find insulting. Try again love."
"Dashing?"
"Getting warmer," Helena said as she removed said head cover and undid her loose ponytail.
"Handsome?"
"Warmerrr," the engineer said as her lips kissed the profiler's long, slender neck, inhaling her perfume as her nimble fingers unbuttoned the silk blouse.
"Debonair?"
"Muchhhh warmer," the older woman said, feeling the younger woman's hitched breaths under her lips, kissing between her lace covered breasts as both of Helena's hands slid under the hem of Myka's skirt.
"V...Ve..Very Debonair?"
"You are getting hotter now," Helena mumbled against Myka's quivering stomach. Helena slid the black lace underwear down those 'legs for days' and then stuffed them in her jean's back pocket as to not to let them get soiled on the floor.
"Oh my God"
"Not quite," Helena smirked as she bunched Myka's skirt around her waist, lifting the profiler on to the engineer's desk in one fluid motion.
"You are the exquisite Goddess Myka." Helena whispered as she kissed her. Laying the American down on her desk, the Brit dropped to her knees.
'Legs for days' on either side of shoulders. Fingers tangled in long, black tresses. Hips bucking into lips. Wanton moans filling the tiny trailer. Long slender fingers pulling hips closer.
"Boss...BOSS! The dozer threw a track and we need you out here!….Hey boss...why is the door locked?"
A loud thud could be heard all the way outside the door.
"I swear to all that is holy, I will KILL the fool who dares to interrupt us again!"
Helena said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Myka sighed and pulled Helena's mouth to hers, tasting herself on the Brit's lips. The younger woman smiled as she watched the older woman storm out the door.
"Hey Hey Hey boss...nice undies you got in your back pocket."
Helena rolled her eyes and yanked the foreman by his arm, trying not to kill him.