IDF Add On: Ruined Plans
Title: Ruined Plans -- IDF Ficathon
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG/Myka
Prompt: Myka has an untimely run in with a chastity belt...
Rated : R. Smutty smut smut
"I'd much rather be chasing any artifact than sitting in here doing this," Myka complained for the second time, sighing as she brushed a stray curl from her line of sight as she marked off another check mark on her clip board.
Helena poked out her bottom lip, pretending to be dejected by Myka's complaint. "Well at least you have me to keep you company, right darling?"
Myka grinned at Helena's pining for affection. She pushed her clipboard underneath an artifact and pulled Helena closer by the hips, brushing a dust bunny out of her dark hair. "It's a million times better since you came down here to join me."
Helena kissed Myka fully, reveling in the softness of her lips, her favorite lips in the entire world. She could feel Myka smiling into the kiss and when it ended she wondered what had made her girlfriend laugh.
"If Claudia ever installed the cameras she got I bet she's watching this," Myka giggled, refusing to let go of Helena as they peered up to the closest column looking for any sign of Claudia's handy work.
"Oh let her watch, I don't care," Helena reached up and pulled Myka's face down to her level once again, kissing her more like they had kissed the night before, sending a tickle down between Myka's legs. Myka pulled away and turned back to her clip board, grinning at Helena mischievously when she protested the abrupt end to their kissing. "We have work to do, baby," Myka explained as she searched the shelf for a sword that shrank to fit the bearers hands.
"You little tease!" Helena responded as if to call bullshit on her explanation. "When has inventory ever been more important than satisfying your girlfriend?"
Myka chuckled to herself, swatting Helena's hands away when she tried to grab her playfully. Up until a few weeks ago, Helena hadn't even referred to Myka as her girlfriend. She hadn't even known what that meant. Although, Myka particularly enjoyed the way Helena said "lover". Myka particularly enjoyed the way Helena said anything, when she stopped to think about it. "You my dear will just have to wait," Myka teased her again.
Helena purred, a dozen ideas of what she planned to do to Myka popping into her head. She took a step closer to the taller woman and nestled her chin up to Myka's shoulder from behind, whispering into her ear. "Considering what I have planned for you as punishment for teasing me, it seems to me that you're the one who should be waiting in anticipation, darling."
The spark between Myka's legs grew to a throb and she smiled, much too frazzled by Helena's declaration of intent to respond intelligently. Helena stood pressing her body against Myka's before she finally moved away, feeling the throbbing between her own longs just as strong. Waiting until later was going to be hell for her as well.
They settled into inventory again, this time sending glances each other's way throughout their conversation. Despite how distracted they were, Myka was still captivated by the medieval artifacts they were going through, constantly wondering how each item had survived the ages until now.
"This is what you need," Myka held up a leather and metal contraption, grinning at the confused look on Helena's face. "Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt. No sex until your inventory chores are done."
"That's quite alright by me, as long as you are holding the key," Helena laughed, marking the belt off their list.
"There is no key," Myka frowned, looking on the dust covered shelf. "It's probably been lost a long time."
Helena agreed with that, wondering aloud how many keys there probably were in the entire warehouse. "I bet Agent Nielsen holds them all on a fantastic key chain."
"Artie?" Myka echoed, ignoring Helena's professional title for the man. They never had quite gotten along. She tried to picture Artie with a janitor sized loop of keys. "He probably has them all locked away somewhere in the office."
Myka and Helena continued on down the shelves until the list they had been given was complete. It was quitting time, finally, and Myka was more then ready to call it a day.
When the two of them made it up to the office Artie was already waiting for them. "We got a pink," he announced, turning to his desk with all four of his agents following him. Pete was already flipping through a folder full of papers, and Claudia was eyeing Helena apprehensively, a habit she'd never seemed to be able to break. Of course, Helena's half hearted attempts never seemed to help the situation.
"There's a small town in California that's being taken over by the police, they've set a mandatory curfew. People who go out after dark are turning up dead," Artie began.
"What kind of artifact can do that?" Pete asked, looking up from the folder in his hands confused.
"It's no mystery, someone is using a gravestone of a Native American burial ground," Artie answered, of course leaving Pete more confused then before. "Basically Pete, take Agent Wells and go find the stone. The rest is complicated and I need Myka and Claudia here for inventory."
Claudia huffed a sigh. "Woopee."
Myka opened her mouth to protest when Artie handed Pete and her girlfriend plane tickets and told them they were leaving on a red eye flight in less than an hour. She looked to Helena with dissatisfaction written all across her face, thinking of the fun they had planned once they got home.
"Artie shouldn't I go too?" Myka hoped she could convince him to add her to the search party if she pouted long enough, and maybe used a little reason. "We'll find it faster if there's more of us, don't you think?"
"I gotta agree with Myka," Claudia added her two cents, ditching the inventory list and holding out a hand for her plane ticket. "Obviously I should go, too."
"No," Artie answered point blank, already turning back to his computer. He ignored Claudia altogether. "I need you to finish your section of the warehouse before the inspection, Myka. And if it wasn't for Agent Wells you'd already be finished."
Myka felt her cheeks turn red and she shot a glance at Helena who shrugged as if to say that seemed completely true, and she wasn't ashamed of it.
"Fine," Myka huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Usually she wasn't one to let Artie's stubbornness bother her, but for some reason the thought of having to sleep alone that night and spend the next day tagging artifacts was annoying at best.
Helena slipped an arm around Myka's waist as if to calm her down. She wasn't exactly thrilled to be spending the next twenty four hours with Pete and without Myka. They certainly would be stopping at lots of diners. "Come on darling, help me pack," she nodded to Artie and pulled Myka out of the office, hoping at least to get a few kisses in before she had to leave.
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In the morning Myka sat up and tried for a moment to remember how she had gotten to her own bed. She was sure she had fallen asleep curled up with Helena's pillow.
Her own bed was cold without the usual warm woman she had grown used to waking up beside. Myka was sure Helena was thinking of her, too, even if she was a few states away looking for a tombstone.
She sat up in bed and then felt the strangest sensation, as if her underwear had been replaced by leather chaps. She threw back the covers in horror to find Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt wrapped tightly around her legs and waist.
"No, no no no, no no," she muttered nervously as she pulled at the belt, looking for a buckle of a snap or a way out of it. She stood up and looked down at the belt with a gulp. She'd found the padlock and knew she had to ask Artie for the key, which would surely be beyond embarrassing. At least Pete wasn't around to crack jokes. Maybe Claudia could help.
Myka pulled an over sized flannel shirt over her body, quickly darting out the hall and down to Claudia's room, knocking on her door. "Hey, Claud, you awake?"
Claudia let out a muffled groan and Myka pushed open the door, shutting it quickly behind her and flipping on the light. "Claudia I really have a problem," Myka said as Claudia peered at her out of one eye. Myka dropped the flannel shirt to the ground and held out her arms, standing in just a camisole and her new chastity belt.
Claudia's eyes popped open at the sight of Myka's bare legs and she gulped, peering at the belt around Myka's waist. "How did that get on you?"
Myka shook her hands and head. "I don't know!"
"That's a chastity belt," Claudia continued stating the obvious, as Myka pulled at the contraption. "Can't you just slip out of it?"
Myka tried her best to pull down on the belt but it didn't budge. "Claud we have to go to the warehouse and get the keys. I can't be in this when Helena and Pete get home."
Claudia sat up and raised an eyebrow at Myka in curiosity. "You can't be in it for Pete, or you can't be in it for Helena?"
"Claudia!" Myka shrieked, "Get up, this is not good!"
Claudia waved a hand at her and climbed out of bed, grabbing a small case from the top drawer and motioning for Myka to come over. She opened the case and pulled a small black tool out, trying to pick the padlock that was handing down in front of Myka's thighs. Myka tried not to squirm, thinking how bad it would look if anyone came in.
Myka heard a fizzling sound and looked down at the confused face that Claudia was making. "It melted my tools," she help up the metal sticks that were melted out of shape.
"We have to go find the key," Myka insisted, starting to panic. Short of getting open the belt with some lost key, she would have to douse herself in neutralizer just to get the belt off, and that smell took hours to wash off. "I'm going to go put on pants."
Myka left Claudia's room quickly and went back to her own, pulling her sweat pants on over the leather underwear. Claudia was already waiting outside her room for her. Quietly they left the B&B and drove over to the warehouse in Myka's car.
"Does Artie have a place where he keeps all the keys for things that lock in the warehouse?" Myka asked on the way out of town.
"Not that I've ever seen," Claudia shrugged, leaning back on her seat with her eyes closed, trying to see if she could remember everything she knew about that section of the warehouse. She had to think of something they could do if neutralizer didn't work and keys couldn't be found. "I don't think you should fiddle with it like that, Myka," she warned Myka, who was still reaching into the front of her pants to pull at the locked leather. "Most of the stuff from that age is enchanted with magic, raw magic that hadn't been cultivated yet."
That made Myka even more nervous. By the time they reached the warehouse she was ready to dash down the umbilicus dragging Claudia along with her. They ransacked Artie's desk and the archive room, looking for anything resembling a key.
"Claudia, look this thing up on the computer and tell me there is some secret way out of it," Myka begged. She stood up from the chair she had sunk down into a moment ago. "I'm going to go use the neutralizer bath."
Claudia made a face, not too fond on imagining herself covered in purple goo. "Let me know how that goes."
Myka pulled the cord underneath the suspended barrel of liquid and clenched her teeth as the cold goop felt on her. She expected a flash of light of even a searing hot pain, but she felt nothing and then groaned, aggravated at her inability to take the belt off. "God damn it," she mumbled under her breath.
When Myka emerged from the showers with a towel around her neck, Claudia had already compiled information on the belt. "It's Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt, it was a gift from King Arthur, made by Merlin."
"I knew that much already," Myka nodded.
Claudia held up a finger, scanning a text file quickly. "It says here that King Arthur had to charm the belt off his lady when he returned home from battle. It gets onto people who's lover leave them to do dangerous things." Claudia waggled her eyebrows at the world 'lover'.
"Charm it off, what does that mean?" Myka gulped, an idea already forming in her mind.
"Helena's going to have to get you hot and bothered," Claudia grinned wolfishly up at Myka. "Unless it was Pete that you were so worried about."
Myka rolled her eyes at Claudia's ludicrous suggestion, forcing a gross image of Pete trying to romance her out of her mind. It was Helena who would have to do the romancing, and he told Claudia as much.
"I knew it!" the hacker shouted, clapping her hands together. "Pete totally owes me money."
"You have a bet on Helena and I?" Myka asked, putter her hands on her hips. The chastity belt didn't budge.
"They're supposed to be home this afternoon, Myka. Helena will be able to help you ten," Claudia insisted. She thought back to her melted tools and warned Myka not to tamper with it. "Just pretend you're wearing it for Helena," she smiled.
Myka nodded with wide eyes and turned to leave the office, grabbing her clipboard from the night before. Artie would be twice as angry if he knew she was locked in a chastity belt and she hadn't been able to finish her inventory work.
Myka always felt depressed doing inventory on her own, even Pete's shenanigans were better then being alone in the creepy warehouse with King Arthur's sword and Robin Hood's bow. She checked her watch, counting down the hours until Helena was due home. She sighed, thinking of the "surprise" she had in store for her. Somehow she knew Helena would be up to the challenge, especially when it involved her underwear.
When Helena and Pete arrived home from California with shards of the gravestone in neutralizer coolers, Myka was just finishing her list. She heard Helena call out to her before she saw her, and the sound of her voice sent tingles down her spine.
"Darling Myka," Helena stepped up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her in with a squeeze. "I've missed you."
Myka smiled and melted into her touch, feeling their bodies fit together. "I have a surprise for you," Myka leaned up and planted a kiss on Helena's cheek.
"A surprise?" Helena echoed. "What sort of surprise?"
Myka turned around in Helena's arms and slid down the top of her sweatpants to show Helena the chastity belt, biting her lip as she waited for Helena's reaction.
"I was expecting something with a bit more lace," Helena teased her. "Why did you put on Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt, Myka?"
Myka scoffed, "There's no way I would put this on myself. I just woke up this morning with it and I can't take it off."
Helena frowned, pulling on the straps of the belt. "What do you mean you can't take it off? I have plans for you, this ruins them."
Myka smiled up into Helena's shining eyes. "Well if you do this right then your plans will go off fine."
"What exactly do I have to do?" Helena asked, "Can we get started right now?"
Myka nodded and Helena took her hand and pulled her deeper into the warehouse, towards the replica bed and breakfast. "I can't keep my hands off you long enough to drive home."
Myka was already unbuttoning Helena's blouse and pulling it down her arms, squeezing her arm muscles as she found herself caught up in a perfect kiss. Helena reached down and picked Myka up on their way into the replica bed and breakfast, setting her down on the couch.
"Undress," Helena whispered, pulling off Myka's jeans and throwing them on the floor. "Now," she breathed, placing her hands on Myka's perfect breasts. "Tell me, how do I get this horrid thing off of you."
"Claudia said you have to charm it off me," Myka teased her. "I'm sure you know what that means, baby."
"Charm..." Helena repeated, fingering the padlock on Myka's belt. "I"m to charm this leather belt off you."
Myka nodded. "You're allowed to touch me at least."
Helena dragged her fingers along Myka's stomach, feeling her muscles twitch. She stared down into Myka's eyes, memorizing them, reveling in the face Myka was making from her touch alone. She leaned forward from her place straddling Myka's hips and took a taut nipple between her teeth, flicking it hard with her tongue.
Helena trailed a line of kisses from Myka's breasts up to her neck, leaving tiny bruises where she sucked. "Helena..." Myka trailed off, burying her hands in Helena's hair, throwing her head back as her lover worked hard to please her. HElena would have slipped her hands into Myka's underwear by now, if they were locked.
"How do you propose I charm you?" Helena asked when the chastity belt wouldn't allow her entrance.
"Make me come," Myka answered. Helena looked at her with an amused expression, half shocked and half pleased by the request.
"With pleasure," Helena smiled, and she ducked her head to kiss Myka's neck, feeling the vibrations of Myka's moans on her lips. Myka was already halfway there and she knew it wasn't going to take much for Helena to push her over the edge. Helena's hair tickled her cheek as she showered her with kisses. Helena was continuously pulling at the leather around Myka's waist, trying to gain access to the sweet sex between Myka's legs. Myka was squirming, pressing her body against Helena's, pulling her closer quickly.
Helena slipped a knee up between Myka's legs, pushing it against her slowly. The friction from Helena's jeans against her own was glorious to Myka, who threw back her head and dug her fingers into Helena's shoulders, her body begging for more. Helena ground her knee harder, breaking their kiss when Myka pulled at her shirt. The moment Helena paused to pull her shirt over her head Myka took control, using her weight to roll Helena of the couch and onto the floor in one swing. They landed with a thud, Helena's gasp more out of surprise than pain as she found herself, suddenly, the bottom.
Myka didn't even speak to explain herself, just bit her bottom lip and repositioned herself with her sex over Helena's right leg. She pressed herself against it, trying to feel past the leather. When Helena reached up and took a nipple between her teeth Myka let out a moan that Helena was sure everyone in the office could hear. Helena felt a spark of energy and then suddenly the rough exterior of the chastity belt was gone and Myka was riding out the best of her orgasm on Helena's thigh.
Helena had already slipped a hand between her pans and skin, careful not to disrupt Myka's rhythm with movement of her own. The pleasure she received from herself was nothing compared to what watching Myka ride her did to her. Myka realized that the hungry look in Helena's eyes was a plea for help when she felt the woman's movements near her thighs.
"Now it's my turn," Myka smiled, winking at a breathless Helena before descending between her legs to help her.
Fine
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Pairing: HG/Myka
Prompt: Myka has an untimely run in with a chastity belt...
Rated : R. Smutty smut smut
"I'd much rather be chasing any artifact than sitting in here doing this," Myka complained for the second time, sighing as she brushed a stray curl from her line of sight as she marked off another check mark on her clip board.
Helena poked out her bottom lip, pretending to be dejected by Myka's complaint. "Well at least you have me to keep you company, right darling?"
Myka grinned at Helena's pining for affection. She pushed her clipboard underneath an artifact and pulled Helena closer by the hips, brushing a dust bunny out of her dark hair. "It's a million times better since you came down here to join me."
Helena kissed Myka fully, reveling in the softness of her lips, her favorite lips in the entire world. She could feel Myka smiling into the kiss and when it ended she wondered what had made her girlfriend laugh.
"If Claudia ever installed the cameras she got I bet she's watching this," Myka giggled, refusing to let go of Helena as they peered up to the closest column looking for any sign of Claudia's handy work.
"Oh let her watch, I don't care," Helena reached up and pulled Myka's face down to her level once again, kissing her more like they had kissed the night before, sending a tickle down between Myka's legs. Myka pulled away and turned back to her clip board, grinning at Helena mischievously when she protested the abrupt end to their kissing. "We have work to do, baby," Myka explained as she searched the shelf for a sword that shrank to fit the bearers hands.
"You little tease!" Helena responded as if to call bullshit on her explanation. "When has inventory ever been more important than satisfying your girlfriend?"
Myka chuckled to herself, swatting Helena's hands away when she tried to grab her playfully. Up until a few weeks ago, Helena hadn't even referred to Myka as her girlfriend. She hadn't even known what that meant. Although, Myka particularly enjoyed the way Helena said "lover". Myka particularly enjoyed the way Helena said anything, when she stopped to think about it. "You my dear will just have to wait," Myka teased her again.
Helena purred, a dozen ideas of what she planned to do to Myka popping into her head. She took a step closer to the taller woman and nestled her chin up to Myka's shoulder from behind, whispering into her ear. "Considering what I have planned for you as punishment for teasing me, it seems to me that you're the one who should be waiting in anticipation, darling."
The spark between Myka's legs grew to a throb and she smiled, much too frazzled by Helena's declaration of intent to respond intelligently. Helena stood pressing her body against Myka's before she finally moved away, feeling the throbbing between her own longs just as strong. Waiting until later was going to be hell for her as well.
They settled into inventory again, this time sending glances each other's way throughout their conversation. Despite how distracted they were, Myka was still captivated by the medieval artifacts they were going through, constantly wondering how each item had survived the ages until now.
"This is what you need," Myka held up a leather and metal contraption, grinning at the confused look on Helena's face. "Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt. No sex until your inventory chores are done."
"That's quite alright by me, as long as you are holding the key," Helena laughed, marking the belt off their list.
"There is no key," Myka frowned, looking on the dust covered shelf. "It's probably been lost a long time."
Helena agreed with that, wondering aloud how many keys there probably were in the entire warehouse. "I bet Agent Nielsen holds them all on a fantastic key chain."
"Artie?" Myka echoed, ignoring Helena's professional title for the man. They never had quite gotten along. She tried to picture Artie with a janitor sized loop of keys. "He probably has them all locked away somewhere in the office."
Myka and Helena continued on down the shelves until the list they had been given was complete. It was quitting time, finally, and Myka was more then ready to call it a day.
When the two of them made it up to the office Artie was already waiting for them. "We got a pink," he announced, turning to his desk with all four of his agents following him. Pete was already flipping through a folder full of papers, and Claudia was eyeing Helena apprehensively, a habit she'd never seemed to be able to break. Of course, Helena's half hearted attempts never seemed to help the situation.
"There's a small town in California that's being taken over by the police, they've set a mandatory curfew. People who go out after dark are turning up dead," Artie began.
"What kind of artifact can do that?" Pete asked, looking up from the folder in his hands confused.
"It's no mystery, someone is using a gravestone of a Native American burial ground," Artie answered, of course leaving Pete more confused then before. "Basically Pete, take Agent Wells and go find the stone. The rest is complicated and I need Myka and Claudia here for inventory."
Claudia huffed a sigh. "Woopee."
Myka opened her mouth to protest when Artie handed Pete and her girlfriend plane tickets and told them they were leaving on a red eye flight in less than an hour. She looked to Helena with dissatisfaction written all across her face, thinking of the fun they had planned once they got home.
"Artie shouldn't I go too?" Myka hoped she could convince him to add her to the search party if she pouted long enough, and maybe used a little reason. "We'll find it faster if there's more of us, don't you think?"
"I gotta agree with Myka," Claudia added her two cents, ditching the inventory list and holding out a hand for her plane ticket. "Obviously I should go, too."
"No," Artie answered point blank, already turning back to his computer. He ignored Claudia altogether. "I need you to finish your section of the warehouse before the inspection, Myka. And if it wasn't for Agent Wells you'd already be finished."
Myka felt her cheeks turn red and she shot a glance at Helena who shrugged as if to say that seemed completely true, and she wasn't ashamed of it.
"Fine," Myka huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Usually she wasn't one to let Artie's stubbornness bother her, but for some reason the thought of having to sleep alone that night and spend the next day tagging artifacts was annoying at best.
Helena slipped an arm around Myka's waist as if to calm her down. She wasn't exactly thrilled to be spending the next twenty four hours with Pete and without Myka. They certainly would be stopping at lots of diners. "Come on darling, help me pack," she nodded to Artie and pulled Myka out of the office, hoping at least to get a few kisses in before she had to leave.
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In the morning Myka sat up and tried for a moment to remember how she had gotten to her own bed. She was sure she had fallen asleep curled up with Helena's pillow.
Her own bed was cold without the usual warm woman she had grown used to waking up beside. Myka was sure Helena was thinking of her, too, even if she was a few states away looking for a tombstone.
She sat up in bed and then felt the strangest sensation, as if her underwear had been replaced by leather chaps. She threw back the covers in horror to find Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt wrapped tightly around her legs and waist.
"No, no no no, no no," she muttered nervously as she pulled at the belt, looking for a buckle of a snap or a way out of it. She stood up and looked down at the belt with a gulp. She'd found the padlock and knew she had to ask Artie for the key, which would surely be beyond embarrassing. At least Pete wasn't around to crack jokes. Maybe Claudia could help.
Myka pulled an over sized flannel shirt over her body, quickly darting out the hall and down to Claudia's room, knocking on her door. "Hey, Claud, you awake?"
Claudia let out a muffled groan and Myka pushed open the door, shutting it quickly behind her and flipping on the light. "Claudia I really have a problem," Myka said as Claudia peered at her out of one eye. Myka dropped the flannel shirt to the ground and held out her arms, standing in just a camisole and her new chastity belt.
Claudia's eyes popped open at the sight of Myka's bare legs and she gulped, peering at the belt around Myka's waist. "How did that get on you?"
Myka shook her hands and head. "I don't know!"
"That's a chastity belt," Claudia continued stating the obvious, as Myka pulled at the contraption. "Can't you just slip out of it?"
Myka tried her best to pull down on the belt but it didn't budge. "Claud we have to go to the warehouse and get the keys. I can't be in this when Helena and Pete get home."
Claudia sat up and raised an eyebrow at Myka in curiosity. "You can't be in it for Pete, or you can't be in it for Helena?"
"Claudia!" Myka shrieked, "Get up, this is not good!"
Claudia waved a hand at her and climbed out of bed, grabbing a small case from the top drawer and motioning for Myka to come over. She opened the case and pulled a small black tool out, trying to pick the padlock that was handing down in front of Myka's thighs. Myka tried not to squirm, thinking how bad it would look if anyone came in.
Myka heard a fizzling sound and looked down at the confused face that Claudia was making. "It melted my tools," she help up the metal sticks that were melted out of shape.
"We have to go find the key," Myka insisted, starting to panic. Short of getting open the belt with some lost key, she would have to douse herself in neutralizer just to get the belt off, and that smell took hours to wash off. "I'm going to go put on pants."
Myka left Claudia's room quickly and went back to her own, pulling her sweat pants on over the leather underwear. Claudia was already waiting outside her room for her. Quietly they left the B&B and drove over to the warehouse in Myka's car.
"Does Artie have a place where he keeps all the keys for things that lock in the warehouse?" Myka asked on the way out of town.
"Not that I've ever seen," Claudia shrugged, leaning back on her seat with her eyes closed, trying to see if she could remember everything she knew about that section of the warehouse. She had to think of something they could do if neutralizer didn't work and keys couldn't be found. "I don't think you should fiddle with it like that, Myka," she warned Myka, who was still reaching into the front of her pants to pull at the locked leather. "Most of the stuff from that age is enchanted with magic, raw magic that hadn't been cultivated yet."
That made Myka even more nervous. By the time they reached the warehouse she was ready to dash down the umbilicus dragging Claudia along with her. They ransacked Artie's desk and the archive room, looking for anything resembling a key.
"Claudia, look this thing up on the computer and tell me there is some secret way out of it," Myka begged. She stood up from the chair she had sunk down into a moment ago. "I'm going to go use the neutralizer bath."
Claudia made a face, not too fond on imagining herself covered in purple goo. "Let me know how that goes."
Myka pulled the cord underneath the suspended barrel of liquid and clenched her teeth as the cold goop felt on her. She expected a flash of light of even a searing hot pain, but she felt nothing and then groaned, aggravated at her inability to take the belt off. "God damn it," she mumbled under her breath.
When Myka emerged from the showers with a towel around her neck, Claudia had already compiled information on the belt. "It's Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt, it was a gift from King Arthur, made by Merlin."
"I knew that much already," Myka nodded.
Claudia held up a finger, scanning a text file quickly. "It says here that King Arthur had to charm the belt off his lady when he returned home from battle. It gets onto people who's lover leave them to do dangerous things." Claudia waggled her eyebrows at the world 'lover'.
"Charm it off, what does that mean?" Myka gulped, an idea already forming in her mind.
"Helena's going to have to get you hot and bothered," Claudia grinned wolfishly up at Myka. "Unless it was Pete that you were so worried about."
Myka rolled her eyes at Claudia's ludicrous suggestion, forcing a gross image of Pete trying to romance her out of her mind. It was Helena who would have to do the romancing, and he told Claudia as much.
"I knew it!" the hacker shouted, clapping her hands together. "Pete totally owes me money."
"You have a bet on Helena and I?" Myka asked, putter her hands on her hips. The chastity belt didn't budge.
"They're supposed to be home this afternoon, Myka. Helena will be able to help you ten," Claudia insisted. She thought back to her melted tools and warned Myka not to tamper with it. "Just pretend you're wearing it for Helena," she smiled.
Myka nodded with wide eyes and turned to leave the office, grabbing her clipboard from the night before. Artie would be twice as angry if he knew she was locked in a chastity belt and she hadn't been able to finish her inventory work.
Myka always felt depressed doing inventory on her own, even Pete's shenanigans were better then being alone in the creepy warehouse with King Arthur's sword and Robin Hood's bow. She checked her watch, counting down the hours until Helena was due home. She sighed, thinking of the "surprise" she had in store for her. Somehow she knew Helena would be up to the challenge, especially when it involved her underwear.
When Helena and Pete arrived home from California with shards of the gravestone in neutralizer coolers, Myka was just finishing her list. She heard Helena call out to her before she saw her, and the sound of her voice sent tingles down her spine.
"Darling Myka," Helena stepped up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her in with a squeeze. "I've missed you."
Myka smiled and melted into her touch, feeling their bodies fit together. "I have a surprise for you," Myka leaned up and planted a kiss on Helena's cheek.
"A surprise?" Helena echoed. "What sort of surprise?"
Myka turned around in Helena's arms and slid down the top of her sweatpants to show Helena the chastity belt, biting her lip as she waited for Helena's reaction.
"I was expecting something with a bit more lace," Helena teased her. "Why did you put on Lady Gwenivere's chastity belt, Myka?"
Myka scoffed, "There's no way I would put this on myself. I just woke up this morning with it and I can't take it off."
Helena frowned, pulling on the straps of the belt. "What do you mean you can't take it off? I have plans for you, this ruins them."
Myka smiled up into Helena's shining eyes. "Well if you do this right then your plans will go off fine."
"What exactly do I have to do?" Helena asked, "Can we get started right now?"
Myka nodded and Helena took her hand and pulled her deeper into the warehouse, towards the replica bed and breakfast. "I can't keep my hands off you long enough to drive home."
Myka was already unbuttoning Helena's blouse and pulling it down her arms, squeezing her arm muscles as she found herself caught up in a perfect kiss. Helena reached down and picked Myka up on their way into the replica bed and breakfast, setting her down on the couch.
"Undress," Helena whispered, pulling off Myka's jeans and throwing them on the floor. "Now," she breathed, placing her hands on Myka's perfect breasts. "Tell me, how do I get this horrid thing off of you."
"Claudia said you have to charm it off me," Myka teased her. "I'm sure you know what that means, baby."
"Charm..." Helena repeated, fingering the padlock on Myka's belt. "I"m to charm this leather belt off you."
Myka nodded. "You're allowed to touch me at least."
Helena dragged her fingers along Myka's stomach, feeling her muscles twitch. She stared down into Myka's eyes, memorizing them, reveling in the face Myka was making from her touch alone. She leaned forward from her place straddling Myka's hips and took a taut nipple between her teeth, flicking it hard with her tongue.
Helena trailed a line of kisses from Myka's breasts up to her neck, leaving tiny bruises where she sucked. "Helena..." Myka trailed off, burying her hands in Helena's hair, throwing her head back as her lover worked hard to please her. HElena would have slipped her hands into Myka's underwear by now, if they were locked.
"How do you propose I charm you?" Helena asked when the chastity belt wouldn't allow her entrance.
"Make me come," Myka answered. Helena looked at her with an amused expression, half shocked and half pleased by the request.
"With pleasure," Helena smiled, and she ducked her head to kiss Myka's neck, feeling the vibrations of Myka's moans on her lips. Myka was already halfway there and she knew it wasn't going to take much for Helena to push her over the edge. Helena's hair tickled her cheek as she showered her with kisses. Helena was continuously pulling at the leather around Myka's waist, trying to gain access to the sweet sex between Myka's legs. Myka was squirming, pressing her body against Helena's, pulling her closer quickly.
Helena slipped a knee up between Myka's legs, pushing it against her slowly. The friction from Helena's jeans against her own was glorious to Myka, who threw back her head and dug her fingers into Helena's shoulders, her body begging for more. Helena ground her knee harder, breaking their kiss when Myka pulled at her shirt. The moment Helena paused to pull her shirt over her head Myka took control, using her weight to roll Helena of the couch and onto the floor in one swing. They landed with a thud, Helena's gasp more out of surprise than pain as she found herself, suddenly, the bottom.
Myka didn't even speak to explain herself, just bit her bottom lip and repositioned herself with her sex over Helena's right leg. She pressed herself against it, trying to feel past the leather. When Helena reached up and took a nipple between her teeth Myka let out a moan that Helena was sure everyone in the office could hear. Helena felt a spark of energy and then suddenly the rough exterior of the chastity belt was gone and Myka was riding out the best of her orgasm on Helena's thigh.
Helena had already slipped a hand between her pans and skin, careful not to disrupt Myka's rhythm with movement of her own. The pleasure she received from herself was nothing compared to what watching Myka ride her did to her. Myka realized that the hungry look in Helena's eyes was a plea for help when she felt the woman's movements near her thighs.
"Now it's my turn," Myka smiled, winking at a breathless Helena before descending between her legs to help her.
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