Chapter 5
PB&J Stop
A/N Thank you for the reviews,A big shout out to T-Rahz for the Beta
Myka looked at her caller ID on her phone as she was searching around Helena's trailer. She gave a crooked smile and answered.
"Hey you, are you coming back here to finish greeting me properly?...no...that doesn't sound good….how long do you think it will take to fix…...no….it's okay, just before you called I got a text from SAIC….Special Agent In Charge...no, I need to head back anyways, it looks like this case may go on for a while….well, with the new lead it could be a few weeks…...no, I checked in to the Double Tree Inn downtown, it's closer to the field office…...are you asking me to move in with you Ms. Wells?...you are so cute when you studder...yes, sorry...very debonair…...not cute…..okay okay...you win…yes…..I am starting to realize that it is 'futile' to argue with you once your mind is made up…...no, I need to check in at the office for some paper work I am waiting on from DC then find a store for a few extra things I'll need since I'm staying longer…..sure, what do you need….mmhm...okay….red or white?…..wait, you have ...that's it?...how can anyone not have the basics in their fridge?...Helena, when was the last time you ate anything home made in your apartment?...noooo...left-over dim sum doesn't count…..okay, how long will it take for you to fix that bull thingy ...dozer…thank you….yes... brushing up on my knowledge of heavy equipment is at the top of my to-do list…...okay, next question, do I need a code or key to get in to your apartment?...um...got it...yes I am sure I can remember that….1866 is the code, the key is above the door…..me too...oh by the way Helena...have you seen my underwear?"
Helena opened the door to her apartment, dropping her work bag, it made a loud thud that echoed on the wooden floor. She looked around her flat, noticing the suit case sitting next to the couch. "Hey," the profiler said as she rounded the corner from Helena's kitchen.
"Oh ..my ...GOD! Helena, what happened?" Myka said, wided-eyed, looking the engineer up and down. The Brit, standing in her doorway, was covered from head to damn black steel-toed boot in axle grease and hydraulic oil. A grin spread slowly across grease-smeared cheeks as she took in the sight before her.
Myka was a vision to behold, standing in front of the engineer in black yoga pants, accenting the curves of her hips, a faded gray t-shirt with the emblem 'property of the FBI' stretching across perfect breasts.
"A hazard of the job darling."
All the Brit could think about right then and there was ripping off that t-shirt, 'property of the FBI' my arse, 'property of Helena G. Wells' was more like it.
"Come on, lets get you cleaned up. I was getting ready to make dinner, but, surprise, surprise, there is nothing in your kitchen, sooo, we will be roughing it tonight with PB&J."
The profiler extended her hand toward the Brit, leading them both to the bathroom. "I hope you don't mind, but I unpacked a few a things and put them in here...shampoo, toothbrush…"
The engineer smiled at her profiler, "I told you, love, make yourself at home ,this makes much more sense you staying here than at some cold, impersonable hotel chain." Myka blushed as she watched the older woman peeling her grease-stained clothes off.
The younger woman started to reach over the tub and stopped mid-stride "do you prefer a shower or a bath?" suddenly realizing she hardly knew what the older woman liked. Did she like coffee or tea? Milk or sugar in it? Was she allergic to anything? Did she like….
"Myka, sweetie.." the smooth voice pulling her out of her reveree, "I am in need of shower to remove this first layer of grime. Why dont you go and unpack some of your things."
The younger woman smiled back, "of course, I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything," giving the engineer a quick peck on the least soiled spot on her face.
Myka busied herself in the kitchen, spreading the peanut butter and jelly on the whole wheat bread. Setting the table, she stood back, candles, sandwiches and napkins. Placing the letter she had been waiting on next to Helena's wine glass, she smiled, everything looked perfect.
She turned her head to the bathroom when she heard the blow dryer shut off.
Myka's breath hitched as she watched the Brit exit, walking toward her, black hair splayed around the white terry-cloth robe. Helena smiled when the younger woman held out her chair for her.
"This looks heavenly darling."
They clinked their wine glasses together and began to tuck into their meal when Helena noticed the folded paper next to her napkin. "What's this?' the Brit asked as she tilted her head.
"It's something I was waiting on that finally came today. Read it." the younger woman insisted as a sheepist smile played at the corner of her lips.
Helena read the letter, her face not hinting at any emotion, putting it down on the table she ran her hand through her hair and sighed, "are you sure this is what you want? I know I will be here for quite awhile and the thought of you being so close..."
The younger woman got up and made her way to face the older woman. Looking at her, the older woman slid back her chair, her arms open. The profiler straddled her lap, putting her arms around the engineer's neck.
"I've been looking to relocate to a new field office for some time now, I like it here,the sun, the beach...you.." the younger woman said and then slipped a hand into the older woman's robe, sliding it off her shoulder, planting warm nips along the skin.
Helena took Myka's cue and all but ripped the younger woman's t-shirt away from those glorious breasts.
Lips locked on hardened peaks as they were laved with a warm, firm tongue. A back was laid upon the table, the PB&J pressing against a shoulder blade as strong fingers pulled down black yoga pants. Lips kissed up silken skin, hands tangled in raven hair.
Hips grounded into rhythm with a firm tongue as thighs tightened around the head of silken black locks.
A rhythemic moan became louder as sweat nectar ran down a chin
"Baby?...Helena...Babe?...I smell smoke!"
After the small blaze had been contained, the two women stared at the mess that was dinner on the table.
"You know...it was sort of my fault, if I hadn't lit those candles…" the younger woman said as she picked up what was left the melted wax.
"no love, I am at full blame here, if I hadn't ripped off your shirt the candle would not have burnt it." the older said as she set the fire extinguisher down on the wooden floor of her flat.
Both women looked at each other, "soooo, I hope you don't plan on killing me for this interruption."
The younger woman grinned as they started to clean up the PB&J from the table.