Wide Open -- Hg/Myka
Title: Wide Open
Pairing: HG/Myka fic
Rated: Rated R, dudes.
A/N: its one of my firsts, dunno if it's any good, but here's to hoping. Cheers!
Summary: Helena and Myka get busy in the morning...
Myka wasn't used to waking up with Helena's limbs wrapped around her, and when she first opened her eyes she froze, trying to remember how she had come to be naked beside such a beautiful woman. Helena. Myka still wasn't used to calling the HG Wells simply Helena, but however simple it may have been, she used the name every chance she got.
"Helena...baby are you awake?"
The sleeping woman barely stirred, and it wasn't until Myka sat up that Helena opened one sleepy eye to mumble an unenthusiastic, "Yes, barely," before pulling Myka by the shoulders back down into the mattress, the curly haired woman resting her head on Helena's flat stomach for a long moment.
It seemed as if day seventeen was off to a glorious start.
Myka felt an almost inconceivable need to jump Helena's bones right then and there for possibly the fifth time in as many hours. She had fallen asleep breathless and satisfied in the arms of a woman who had spent the last century in bronze. Somehow that thought never ceased to fill Myka with a sense of urgency, which she found herself acting upon often as of late.
Helena felt Myka wrap her long arms around her waist and pull her closer, until they were face to face beneath the comforter. Meeting Myka's lips with her own was an act Helena was sure she would never grow tired of, the flicker of surprised still rising when the younger woman's tongue found its way between her lips. Helena responded quickly, the moment heating up from a simple goodmorning kiss to an initiation. Myka wanted Helena as much as she always had, and she meant to have her, morning time or not.
When they broke to breath Helena opened her eyes and stared at a blushing Myka through long dark lashes, her heart quickening to see how dark with desire Myka's eyes had grown.
"Goodmorning to you, too, darling," she smiled, pressing her lips to the tip of Myka's nose gently, wondering if she could get away with a repeat performance of the night before.
Myka smirked without a response and rolled Helena over on to her back, deciding that today was her day to be in control, especially after the way Helena had held her down the night before. "I think it's time for me to pay you back."
A smile crept across Helena's face as she felt soft lips trace the bones of her spine, following each vertebrae downward until Myka was kissing the small of her back, Helena's favorite place. She loved to feel Myka gripping her there, other times, when they were stuck gratefully in the heat of passion. But now Myka was hovering there with her perfect lips, and it was all Helena could do to keep herself from turning back over.
"Myka..." the British woman murmured under her breath when she realized what Myka was planning. She felt long slender fingers tracing up the backs of her thighs and across her bottom, pausing there for a long moment.
"You have such a nice ass," Myka commented lovingly, squeezing Helena's backside without hesitation. "And you should say my name a bit louder," Myka leaned forward to whisper in Helena's ear, her hot breath tickling sweetly. Helena hid a grin in the pillow and then proceeded to obey when Myka suddenly slid fingers between her legs, delving into Helena's warmth from behind.
For a moment Helena thought she might scream, the feeling of her lover's hand inside her, their warm bodies pressed close, and Myka's lips tracing patterns across Helena's shoulders all too much at once. It was like the woman had flipped the switch suddenly from off to on, and Helena was overcome by the brightness. But then she caught her breath and found her rhythm, the two of them moving together in sync, each thrust from Myka producing a satisfied moan from Helena's parted lips. It was sudden, but Helena was already close to tumbling over the edge of an orgasm, wishing she could somehow pull Myka over the edge with her.
As if Myka could read the woman's thoughts she stopped, long enough to turn Helena over again, so that they were face to face. Helena sighed in frustration at the void between her legs, pulling Myka closer by her curls. "You can't stop now," Helena nearly begged, looking up into Myka's hooded eyes. The younger woman was kneeling before Helena, a look of pure desire on her face. She hadn't meant to take so long to reposition them.
"Spread your legs wide open," Myka instructed, her voice hoarse with passion. Helena thought she might boil over just to hear her lover speak. She quickly obeyed, smiling when Myka did the same, allowing Helena access to herself.
"I want you," Helena whispered, all of the witty banter the two of them traded so often now gone. She could think of nothing more than this.
Myka moaned when Helena's fingers found her wetness, and she quickly reached to return the favor, smashing her lips against her lovers with urgency. Helena had a hand buried in Mykas hair, and she pulled the woman closer, feeling the heat radiating from both their bodies.
"Oh, Helena..." Myka moaned between kisses, knowing that she was close to the edge. Helena's fingers and roaming lips were divine. She opened her eyes to watch the dark haired woman as they tumbled over the edge of an orgasm together, Helena's lips slightly parted, locking hooded eyes with Myka for a long moment.
Myka felt Helena clench around her hand and she smiled, feeling herself do the same. It wasn't until they heard quick footsteps on the stairs that either of them moved.
"Myka! Hg! We got a ping!" Claudia called out, pushing open Myka's door without a second thought. She froze at the sight of the two of them stark naked, and stammered an apology before disappearing, shutting the door behind her.
Myka's reaction had been to snatch up the sheets and cover herself and Helena with them, highly embarrassed that they'd been caught.
"It was bound to happen eventually," Helena commented with a grin on her face. She pushed back the sheets and pulled Myka close again, burying her face in the woman's abundant curls.
"But not like that," Myka replied, feeling almost ashamed. Being naked with Helena was one thing, but in front of Claudia? "She's just a kid."
"But did you see the look on her face?" Helena tried to get Myka to smile, letting go of her to find clothes for the day. "I don't think I've ever seen her speechless."
Myka gave up being responsible and laughed, realizing Helena had a point. Who knew just how long it was going to take Claudia to act normal around Helena now.
Pairing: HG/Myka fic
Rated: Rated R, dudes.
A/N: its one of my firsts, dunno if it's any good, but here's to hoping. Cheers!
Summary: Helena and Myka get busy in the morning...
Myka wasn't used to waking up with Helena's limbs wrapped around her, and when she first opened her eyes she froze, trying to remember how she had come to be naked beside such a beautiful woman. Helena. Myka still wasn't used to calling the HG Wells simply Helena, but however simple it may have been, she used the name every chance she got.
"Helena...baby are you awake?"
The sleeping woman barely stirred, and it wasn't until Myka sat up that Helena opened one sleepy eye to mumble an unenthusiastic, "Yes, barely," before pulling Myka by the shoulders back down into the mattress, the curly haired woman resting her head on Helena's flat stomach for a long moment.
It seemed as if day seventeen was off to a glorious start.
Myka felt an almost inconceivable need to jump Helena's bones right then and there for possibly the fifth time in as many hours. She had fallen asleep breathless and satisfied in the arms of a woman who had spent the last century in bronze. Somehow that thought never ceased to fill Myka with a sense of urgency, which she found herself acting upon often as of late.
Helena felt Myka wrap her long arms around her waist and pull her closer, until they were face to face beneath the comforter. Meeting Myka's lips with her own was an act Helena was sure she would never grow tired of, the flicker of surprised still rising when the younger woman's tongue found its way between her lips. Helena responded quickly, the moment heating up from a simple goodmorning kiss to an initiation. Myka wanted Helena as much as she always had, and she meant to have her, morning time or not.
When they broke to breath Helena opened her eyes and stared at a blushing Myka through long dark lashes, her heart quickening to see how dark with desire Myka's eyes had grown.
"Goodmorning to you, too, darling," she smiled, pressing her lips to the tip of Myka's nose gently, wondering if she could get away with a repeat performance of the night before.
Myka smirked without a response and rolled Helena over on to her back, deciding that today was her day to be in control, especially after the way Helena had held her down the night before. "I think it's time for me to pay you back."
A smile crept across Helena's face as she felt soft lips trace the bones of her spine, following each vertebrae downward until Myka was kissing the small of her back, Helena's favorite place. She loved to feel Myka gripping her there, other times, when they were stuck gratefully in the heat of passion. But now Myka was hovering there with her perfect lips, and it was all Helena could do to keep herself from turning back over.
"Myka..." the British woman murmured under her breath when she realized what Myka was planning. She felt long slender fingers tracing up the backs of her thighs and across her bottom, pausing there for a long moment.
"You have such a nice ass," Myka commented lovingly, squeezing Helena's backside without hesitation. "And you should say my name a bit louder," Myka leaned forward to whisper in Helena's ear, her hot breath tickling sweetly. Helena hid a grin in the pillow and then proceeded to obey when Myka suddenly slid fingers between her legs, delving into Helena's warmth from behind.
For a moment Helena thought she might scream, the feeling of her lover's hand inside her, their warm bodies pressed close, and Myka's lips tracing patterns across Helena's shoulders all too much at once. It was like the woman had flipped the switch suddenly from off to on, and Helena was overcome by the brightness. But then she caught her breath and found her rhythm, the two of them moving together in sync, each thrust from Myka producing a satisfied moan from Helena's parted lips. It was sudden, but Helena was already close to tumbling over the edge of an orgasm, wishing she could somehow pull Myka over the edge with her.
As if Myka could read the woman's thoughts she stopped, long enough to turn Helena over again, so that they were face to face. Helena sighed in frustration at the void between her legs, pulling Myka closer by her curls. "You can't stop now," Helena nearly begged, looking up into Myka's hooded eyes. The younger woman was kneeling before Helena, a look of pure desire on her face. She hadn't meant to take so long to reposition them.
"Spread your legs wide open," Myka instructed, her voice hoarse with passion. Helena thought she might boil over just to hear her lover speak. She quickly obeyed, smiling when Myka did the same, allowing Helena access to herself.
"I want you," Helena whispered, all of the witty banter the two of them traded so often now gone. She could think of nothing more than this.
Myka moaned when Helena's fingers found her wetness, and she quickly reached to return the favor, smashing her lips against her lovers with urgency. Helena had a hand buried in Mykas hair, and she pulled the woman closer, feeling the heat radiating from both their bodies.
"Oh, Helena..." Myka moaned between kisses, knowing that she was close to the edge. Helena's fingers and roaming lips were divine. She opened her eyes to watch the dark haired woman as they tumbled over the edge of an orgasm together, Helena's lips slightly parted, locking hooded eyes with Myka for a long moment.
Myka felt Helena clench around her hand and she smiled, feeling herself do the same. It wasn't until they heard quick footsteps on the stairs that either of them moved.
"Myka! Hg! We got a ping!" Claudia called out, pushing open Myka's door without a second thought. She froze at the sight of the two of them stark naked, and stammered an apology before disappearing, shutting the door behind her.
Myka's reaction had been to snatch up the sheets and cover herself and Helena with them, highly embarrassed that they'd been caught.
"It was bound to happen eventually," Helena commented with a grin on her face. She pushed back the sheets and pulled Myka close again, burying her face in the woman's abundant curls.
"But not like that," Myka replied, feeling almost ashamed. Being naked with Helena was one thing, but in front of Claudia? "She's just a kid."
"But did you see the look on her face?" Helena tried to get Myka to smile, letting go of her to find clothes for the day. "I don't think I've ever seen her speechless."
Myka gave up being responsible and laughed, realizing Helena had a point. Who knew just how long it was going to take Claudia to act normal around Helena now.