Shower Stop
A/N Thanks for the reviews,I will be posting a one-shot story that ties in to this one. It is a special request for a friend and will tie these stories together.
A big thank you to my Beta T-Rahz :)
Disclaimer : I own nothing, nada, not a dang thing.
"Helena, please, we need to stop, it's too big...I can't get it in!"
"Trust me darling, it will fit….just let me move this over here…...if I tilt up...then slide up your..that's it love...just move your hip more that way…"
Both women let out a loud moan as they both fell on the couch. "See love, I told you it would fit," the older woman beamed as she kissed the younger woman. Helena tugged on Myka's bottom lip as her tongue pressed gently into the profiler's mouth.
"Ohh no you don't, I am in need of a shower after that. You know Helena, I could have just hired someone to do this." the profiler said, waving her hands over the boxes and furniture around her new apartment.
"Don't be daft darling, we did just fine, this was quicker than waiting on some sweaty grunts to get here. And it affords us more time to christen your new abode." the Brit smiled as she pulled Myka closer to her. The profiler kissed just under the engineer's jaw and pulled back in her arms.
"Chick cave, Helena, I may have moved into the same apartment building as yours, but we agreed, remember, that I need my own space to escape from the world, a place of my own to read, cook, go over my case files," giving the Brit a quick peck on the lips, "remember how you get squeamish over the site of blood from my files?"
The older woman pouted, "but sweetie, I was hoping we could at least break in your bed tonight..and for the record, I did not get 'squeamish' as you put it, over those pictures, I just chose to visit the loo after that. Bad chicken salad upset my stomach, not those …"
The profiler chuckled as she pulled both of them toward the bathroom, "okay okay baby...how about we start the christening with the bathroom first, we both really need a shower after all that moving in."
Myka stopped briefly to grab a small box marked 'bathroom', then pushed them both inside.
Myka started unpacking the box; shampoo, conditioner, soap, "damn, where are the towels? Be back in a sec babe." Helena, her shirt already stripped from her, grabbed Myka's hand, "hurry up darling, we don't want the water to run cold," the older woman smirked. The profiler watched as a single bead of sweat slid slowly down the engineer's neck and left a trail between perfect breasts. "Um...yeah...be right back...hold that thought."
The engineer leaned against the bathroom door jamb, arms crossed around her bare chest. A smile played across her lips as she watched her exquisite goddess shucking her shoes off, flinging open boxes, cursing under her breath 'damn damn damn, I know I packed them', bunching an arm full of towels and what looked like a bathrobe or three.
"Found them!" the younger woman all but shouted as she looked up toward the bathroom. Myka stopped mid-stride as she looked upon Helena standing there, bare topped, those button-fly jeans unbuttoned, hanging around her hips. She felt her breath hitch as warm Mahogany eyes met hers.
"Come on, let's get those sweaty clothes off you," the engineer smiled as she helped put the towels and robes up, then slid her jeans off, never taking her eyes off the profiler. Moving to the younger woman, she kissed her shoulder as the younger woman unbuttoned her own pants. Helena hooked her thumbs into the belt loops and pulled down the jeans, her lips just hoovering, but not touching that smooth skin.
The two women made their way under the warm water, sighing as the beads of warmth tumbled over sore muscles. Myka's resolve, dissipating as fast as the water running down the drain, crushed their lips together, working her mouth down the engineer's slender throat, pulling wanton moans out of the older woman.
A strong, firm hand slid down wet, alabaster skin, parting moist lips with a thumb, slipping into a heated core. Foregoing any slow rhythm, a hand latched onto a wrist. Fingers tangled in wet curls pulled closer; lips, teeth, sucking and nipping at that sweet spot between neck and shoulder.
Long,tapered fingers dug into a shoulder blade as moans all but drowned out the running water.
"Yes baby...say my name...let me hear you..."
" Fuck Myka...Yes Myka….Oh yeah….Myka...SHIT!…. Stop!...the water...c-c-cold…...DAMN IT! I am going to KILL someone!"
A scream from both women could 'almost' be heard through the walls.