Chapter 10
Dress StopA/N Thanks for the reviews. If anyone has a 'toy' they would like me to play with, please feel free to PM me.
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"Really darling, that was not my doing, I should not have to be the one to endure this punishment." the Brit huffed out as the two women made their way through the mall.
"As I see it Helena, if you had not talked Claudia into that damn experiment with water displacement and whatever else that hare-brained idea of yours was, I would not have to be here, now, shopping for a whole new wardrobe. So, yes, you have to suffer this with me," Myka said as she all but marched through the throngs of shoppers.
Locals with babies in strollers used as bull thingies to shove others out of the way - she really needs to brush up on her knowledge of heavy equipment, ' - and those God awful black socks, worn with sandals that 'those' tourists would wear as they strolled through the mall.
"Ooh, an Orange Julius, please Myka, I have not had one of those since I was a young girl visiting the States!" Myka sighed as the older woman all but dragged her over to the food court. Their fingers intertwined as the Brit lead them over and placed her order. " Darling, what would you like? "
Myka had a hard time maintaining the stern look on her face as Helena flashed that brilliant smile at her, looking child-like with a gleam in her eyes. Raising her hand that was locked in Helena's , not caring about the looks from those black-socked clad tourists around them, she pressed her lips to their fingers, "okay, but as soon as we finish these drinks, its onward to Saks. And you are buying, " the younger woman said in her best mock stern voice.
"Aces!" the older woman beamed as she turned to place their order. Taking their drinks and the 'big soft pretzel' to a nearby table, Helena looked at her american, " sweetie, I am so sorry with what happened the other night, really I am, but, you have to admit, it was rather Kismet."
Myka quirked an eyebrow at Helena as she popped a piece of the pretzel in her mouth. Contemplating what the older woman had just said she looked at the Brit, asking with a hesitating tone in her voice, " and how is all this 'Kismet' Helena? "
The profiler watched the engineer as full, ruby red lips unwrapped themselves away from the straw of that damn Orange Julius, curling up into that smirk that went straight down to her stomach.
" I have been wanting us to spend more time together, in my flat, as a couple, and seeing as you were forced into such a thing, what with your flat being repaired and all, it affords us more time living with one another."
As the last sip was drawn out, Myka stood up from the table. Heading toward the store nearby, the profiler said, "you coming? "
The engineer deposited the empty cups into the trash bin, flashing that grin of hers, "not yet darling, but if you play your cards right, very soon."
The younger woman rolled her eyes as she made her way into the store, picking out a few 'power suits' and some button-up dress shirts, she made her way towards the dressing room.
Myka started to try on some of the blouses she had picked out, she sighed to herself as she buttoned one cream-colored one up, ' a root canal would be more fun than this ' she lamented to herself. God, how she hated shopping.
She heard that British voice waft through the air as Helena rapped on the dressing room door. "Darling, I picked out a few dresses that would look stunning on you for that awards dinner Friday night, be a love and let me come in and show you some." Helena smiled as she looked at the sales lady standing by her, arms full of dresses. "Come now darling, no dawdling now," the engineer said as she watched the young saleswoman nod, handing Helena the rest of the dresses.
Myka surveyed the dressing room she was in, ever the trained agent, always aware of her surroundings. 'Good, no cameras,' she thought to herself as that sultry British voice went straight between her legs.
" Don't even think about it, Bering," she whispered to herself as her hand lingered on the lock of the dressing room door. Scenes from bad B movies flashing through her head at 'those' scenes in dressing rooms.
Her hand started to shake, this was suppose to be a shopping trip, nothing more, her closet destroyed by the water from that night. That night that 'her ' Helena professed to her that they were a couple, that she, Myka Ophelia Bering, was Helena George Wells' home. Her head fought with the rational side of hers, the overwhelming lust-filled side won out, unlocking the door to the dressing room, the profiler all but yanked the Brit inside.
Her cream-colored blouse still unbuttoned, the dark brown 'power suit' pants draped around her waist, she shoved Helena against the now locked door. Dresses falling from the Brit's arms to wrap around the profiler's neck, pulling Myka's burning lips further into that sweet spot where neck met shoulder.
Helena groaned into Myka's shoulder as the american's lips and teeth left their dental records imprinted on Helena's neck. The profiler's knee pushed the engineer's legs further apart as she unbuttoned the Brit's jeans. "Damn it baby, we are buying jeans with zippers when we get out of here," the younger woman all but growled into the older woman's ear, tugging then biting down on the sensitive lobe.
"As you wish, my love," the Brit panted out as she grabbed the American's wrist, pushing her hand further into her indulging hips. Chests heaved up and down, lungs gasping for air as long, strong fingers made their way between slick, lust moistened lips. "Please Myka...more.." was all the Brit could grunt out as her knees turned to rubber, no longer able to sustain the weight of her body. Myka's fingers dug into Helena's back as struggled to hold the older woman up, nails raking down alabaster skin as her other hand sought every last wanton moan from Helena.
"Ladies...um...Miss?….I have that 'Chanel' dress you were interested in?...um...hello?"