covert affairs chap 4
this is so epicly later than i wanted it to be. and for that i'm sorry. i just find it so DAMNED hard to focus when i'm working on fic. it's like part of me still wants to scream that fic is wrong and i shouldn't be wasting my time on it. clearly, this is NEVER the side that wins anymore. but i also get ridiculously ADD and feel the need for visual stimulation in the way of sexy sexy ladies(and we all know which ones i mean).
right, i was posting fic. here's chapter 4. in my humble opinion, it's the best yet. though, the first chapter is still my favorite. right, shut up heather, put up the fic.
It had been a simple gesture, almost out of place in this world. Yet Myka couldn't get it out of her mind. The gentle grasp of HG's slender fingers, the soft caress of her supple lips against the back of her hand. But most of all the look on her face as she gazed up at Myka and bid sweet dreams. That devious smile on her delicious lips and the look in her eyes. Oh, the look in her eyes. The look of pure predatory seduction; that heady, unambiguous stare screaming 'I will make you mine.' She had seen that look from HG once before. When they first met, she had seen that stare pointed at her down the barrel of her own gun. Myka would give herself over to those eyes and those lips freely.
But she wasn't free.
It had been two weeks since she'd last seen HG. Myka had busied herself with work in the warehouse-most of which was legitimate. She had not forgotten her promise to HG to try to find some answers for her. She had become reticent in the meanwhile; spending more time alone and deep in the warehouse shelves. It had become standard to come into the room and see Myka shoving her phone in her pocket. If Artie had noticed, he hadn't said anything. Pete had asked her twice about it. She protested each time. He stopped asking, but was aware of his partner's behavior.
Myka wanted to call HG; she desired to see her. But she couldn't do it. She often sat staring at her phone, waging an internal war, until someone distracted her and she quickly put the phone away. Most of the time it was Claudia, and Myka was glad that her young eyes were not as observant as the others'. Once it had been Leena. She'd stopped in the doorway, stared at Myka for a second before leaving the room in silence. That alone made her anxious. Myka wondered why HG wouldn't just contact her. She knew why though. For all her powers of suggestion and subterfuge, the woman could be obvious when she had a point to make. And the point here was clear. HG was making Myka reach out. She was, by her painful absence, forcing Myka to step beyond her boundaries. It was working.
Pete and Myka were in Salem looking for a town crier's bell that when rung made people believe whatever you said. According to Artie it had been the basis of the witch trials. Once its powers had been discovered by the owner-the history books told only part of the story. Myka had distracted herself with the investigation all day. But now, alone in her hotel room, she had no diversions. Only her phone in her hands and a glowing screen with the name and room number of her hotel, waiting for her to hit send. It really shouldn't have been a conflict; every ounce of her burned for the other woman's presence. She couldn't even bear to hear her voice without seeing her wicked smile and devilishly dark eyes. So why had she been staring at the screen of her phone for so long? So far from the warehouse there was only Pete to catch her. Myka was almost more worried about how Pete would feel if he caught her and HG together than if he'd turn her in. How easily could he be swayed after what Wells had done to him? How much did she really care? How much did she want to see HG?
Myka hit send.
She didn't know for certain-she had no evidence, but Myka had a feeling that HG would never be far from her. Within twenty minutes there was a knock on her door, proving the truth. All Myka's fears and trepidations fell away with the sound of that knock. She ran to the door and opened it.
Pete stood in the doorway. Myka's heart sank, could it be that HG wouldn't come? Then her anger rose. "What?"
"I just came to check on you. You've been acting kinda weird lately."
"I am fine, Pete."
"You sure? You can talk to me, you know. About anything. Except 'girl problems.' It isn't 'girl problems' is it?"
The longer he stood there, the more she seethed. "I'm fine, Pete. I do not have 'girl problems.' I'm just tired. I'm going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning." Myka closed the door.
Pete was left outside dumbfounded. "Yeah, you're fine. Everything's great in Myka-land." He gave up and returned to his room.
Myka sat on the edge of the bed. The anger disappeared. Her eyes began to tear. There was another knock, softer this time, but Myka didn't notice the difference. She almost didn't answer. Frustration overwhelmed her. She couldn't believe Pete's audacity, could he be so dense as to not understand a door slammed in his face? He had stolen from her in that moment. Myka stalked to the door with purpose and swung it open ready to berate Pete so that he never asked her that infernal question again. Wells jumped and let out a small gasp as the door flew open. "Pete, for the la-" Myka saw HG's smile and everything faded in that instant. "You came." Myka smiled.
"Always, my dear."
Myka stepped out of the way and let HG into the room. She closed the door behind, locking out the world as she latched the bolt.
She was safe in her secret space. Myka took HG's face in her hands and devoured her lips. For the first time she tasted the other woman's tongue. HG wrapped her arms around Myka's waist. Myka melted into her body.
Myka ended her kiss, but did not release HG. They were entwined now, there would be no rending them apart from this point on. They were forever, though neither of them comprehended it.
"That is by far the finest greeting I have ever received."
Myka laughed. "Sorry about the door. Pete knocked before and I thought it was you."
"I saw your partner, thought it wisest to stay hidden for a time."
"He's worried about me. He thinks something's wrong."
"Is there?"
Myka kissed HG's warm lips. "Not anymore." She slid her arms around HG's neck, holding her close. Myka leaned her forehead against HG's and soaked in her presence. Two weeks was too long. "I missed you."
"You could have called me sooner, darling."
Myka's heart skipped a beat. "I wanted to. But..."
"I know it's difficult for you. That's why I wanted you to call me. Now you have nothing to fear about reaching out for me."
"Promise me something?"
"What's that, dear?"
"Promise me you'll never stay away that long again."
"Now I don't make promises that I can't keep." Myka leaned back and opened her eyes. HG looked at her, the waiver of fear in her green eyes, and smiled slowly. "I promise." She whispered before planting a soft kiss on Myka's grinning lips. She stepped back against the edge of the bed, hoping to nudge things in a particular direction. Myka followed easily. HG sat down on the foot of the bed. In a smooth motion Myka's arms slid away from HG's seated body; HG caught her hands and held them as she looked up at Myka standing over her.
Myka stared down into those dark eyes and curled red lips. There was that singular screaming intention splashed all over her face. Despite it making her weak in the knees, this was a bridge Myka was not yet capable of crossing. Wells saw her eyes swell before Myka reacted and she steeled herself. Myka stepped back, letting go of HG's hands reluctantly. She turned around to orient herself and took a seat at the small table in the corner. HG ran her hands through her hair behind Myka's back. 'A hundred years, Helena. What's a little bit more time?' She fought hard to hide any hint of frustration lest Myka feel guilty. Her effort was valiant, but in vain. Myka didn't need to see it on her face to know that HG was disappointed. It hurt a little that Myka couldn't give her what she wanted. Yet. But she knew that HG was understanding and would accept whatever limitations Myka had. It gave her comfort, this knowledge. Though she still couldn't bring herself to look at the other woman.
HG watched Myka as she fidgeted in her seat. If she didn't know that Myka felt awful, her nervous head tilt and the way she twirled her hair around her fingers would have been outright adorable. But as it stood, there was a perceptible sorrow at Myka's fringes that threatened to eclipse her. "It's okay. I didn't mean to push."
"It's not your fault. Of course you would want...that. It's been," Myka laughed anxiously. "Over a hundred years."
"I don't need to be reminded." HG joked.
The corner of Myka's lip twitched up. "Sorry." Myka looked up at her, into her eyes and said with the greatest sincerity she'd ever mustered, "I'm sorry."
HG smiled warmly. "It's okay, Myka. There's no pressure. If you're not ready, that's fine." Myka gave a small smile. "Just let me know when you are." HG winked.
Myka blushed. The distance between them was killing her, but she couldn't bring herself to sit on the bed. Myka silently pleaded for HG to come sit with her.
When she got up from the bed and sat at the table, Myka wondered if she'd read her mind. Truth was she didn't need to. The way Myka was chewing her bottom lip made it quite clear what she wanted. HG put her hand on Myka's. Myka smiled; it calmed her. "Were you successful at all today?"
"Hmm? Oh, the bell. Not really. It's hard to track something that was used to make people believe it didn't exist. How 'bout you?"
"About as much as you, I suppose."
By comparing notes briefly they managed to uncover what might be a promising lead. They talked for hours before HG finally noticed the time.
"Goodness, it's late."
"Is it?" Myka looked over her shoulder at the clock. It read 1:17. "Oh."
"I should leave. You've got a busy day tomorrow." She stood.
Myka jumped up. "You don't have to go. You could...stay." She faltered. "Um, if you want...to."
HG smiled at her. "I'd love to." Myka beamed.
Pete had let Myka alone, hoping a good night's sleep would help her mood. But it was ten o'clock now and he began to worry.
Myka was roused from sleep. The first thing she noticed was the delightful warmth at her back and the arm draped lightly around her waist. She bathed in it for a moment. They had slept together in the most literal sense of the phrase. HG had not broached the topic nor the act of sex. She had merely climbed in bed with Myka and held her close. It was the best night's sleep Myka had ever had.
The second thing Myka noticed was a repetitive noise. It was bothersome. She realized this was what had woken her. She pouted. The final thing she noticed was the faint call of her name. Everything fell together and she was suddenly aware that Pete was knocking on her door. Had she locked it? Yes, she remembered locking it before she kissed HG. She smiled, remembering that moment as well. There wasn't time for that though. Myka wrapped her fingers around HG's hand and shook her gently. "HG, HG you have to wake up. Pete's knocking on the door." HG sat upright so fast that she startled Myka. Hearing only that she needed to wake and 'Pete,' she didn't catch the whole situation. Throwing the covers back, she rolled quickly out of bed. She picked her pants off the floor and pulled them on as she moved out of view from the doorway. "Coming, Pete." Myka cried as she pulled on her own pants. Pete finally stopped his assault of her door. Myka glanced at HG before opening the door. "Yes?"
There was only a hint of irritation in her voice, it caught Pete a little off guard. She was almost herself again. "It's 10 AM."
"Is it?" Myka looked at the clock. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't get to sleep til late."
When she'd slammed the door in Pete's face and proclaimed she was going to bed it had been early. Maybe she wasn't entirely herself. Though the sleep had clearly helped, so Pete wasn't about to protest. "Were you still asleep?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Yes." More annoyance crept into her voice.
"Okay. Just wondering. You seem better. D'you sleep well?"
Myka failed to bite back a smile. She glanced at HG who grinned back at her. "Wonderfully." Pete spied a pair of boots by the foot of Myka's bed. Myka caught his wandering eye and pulled the door close to her, hiding HG's boots from his view. HG, aware of what was going on, silently snagged her boots and slipped them on. "I'll be out in a minute, just let me finish getting ready."
"Okay." Pete pushed the door open slightly. There was nothing there this time. He creased his brow. His stomach knotted slightly. It was a vibe, but not a bad one. Combined with Myka's newly pleasant attitude, he let it go. "I'll be in my room when you're done."
He left and Myka closed the door. HG stepped out of the corner. Barefoot while HG had on her boots, Myka was now just a hair shorter. HG enjoyed looking down into her eyes for once, even if it was ever so slight. "How'd you sleep, darling?" She asked teasingly.
Myka smiled at that impish grin. "Wonderfully." She repeated with all the gusto she'd desired to imbue into the answer before.
"Likewise." HG kissed Myka. She kissed back, but it was short lived. HG knew she was on a time limit.
Myka licked her lips. Then she blushed when she realized she'd have to take a shower. She blushed even harder as it occurred to her that it would be unwise for HG to leave before she and Pete. HG laughed to herself as Myka's ears turned red. "You should wait to leave til Pete and I have gone."
"Okay." What was making the poor girl blush?
"I have to take a shower." Myka's eyes grew to saucers, as they were wont to do when she was nervous, and she cocked her head to the side.
Ah, that. "Well, that's no problem. I can wait." She shooed Myka toward the bathroom. "No need to worry about me."
"Right. Of course not." Myka laughed and went into the bathroom. HG sat down at the table. It was not by her execution that the bathroom was directly across from the table, but she did take full appreciation of the fact. She also took notice that Myka didn't close the door all the way.
HG patiently waited with a coy smile as Myka showered. The water stopped and Myka stepped out of the tub. HG's smile broadened as she caught glimpses of Myka's naked form. A hand, her back, a glistening thigh, and finally the beautifully delicate curve of her buttocks. Myka put on fresh clothes and came back into the main room. She looked at HG and was taken aback, she had that look in her eyes again. Myka smiled involuntarily at the sight. "Feel free to shower or even use my toothbrush if you want." What did it matter now, they'd already explored each other's mouths. "I've got the key, so you can just lock it when you leave."
HG stood up and crossed the room before Myka realized she'd moved. She pushed Myka up against the wall and pressed her body against her. There was not a molecule of space between them. She kissed Myka deeply, more deeply than she had ever been kissed before. While the thought of morning breath flitted across her mind, it wasn't there long enough to even register before her brain was consumed with what was happening. HG ran her hands over Myka's hips and up under her shirt to feel the soft freshly cleaned skin of her sides and back. Myka let HG explore further up her shirt. Her fingers teased at the fabric of Myka's bra; HG knew what would be too far. Part of Myka, a very large part at that moment, wanted her to keep her slender fingers going. But at the same time she knew it would be too much for her now. Conscious thought fled from her mind and a gasp flew from her throat as HG pushed her hips harder against Myka's.
HG collected herself and pulled back from Myka. She slid her hands down Myka's ribs, which gave her goosebumps. Myka kept her eyes closed as she caught her breath. When her heart had calmed and her breath returned she opened them. Her gaze was taken up entirely by HG. If you could pour every glorious, sinful act into a smile, it would resemble the one on her new lover's face. "I would apologize for my forthrightness, but I don't believe it was unwelcome." Myka smiled and chuckled her nervous laugh. "I didn't think so." HG stepped back and sat on the side of the bed. Myka didn't move a muscle; she wasn't sure her legs would hold her if she tried. "You should probably get going. Wouldn't want poor Agent Lattimer to be kept waiting too long."
Pete could wait forever for all she cared right now. HG reveled as red filled Myka's face and fell down her neck and across her chest. Myka felt the feeling return to her legs and was brave enough to test them. She took a step away from the wall. Everything held. She reached for a pair of socks from her bag, but dare not sit next to HG to put them on. She slid on her shoes and made her way achingly slowly to the door. Not once did HG's eyes leave Myka. She closed the door as she stood on the doorstep. Her skin still red and her body hot, Myka didn't realize she'd forgotten her jacket. The door opened behind her and she felt hands drape her coat over her shoulders. Wordlessly HG traced her fingers along Myka's arms. She grasped and squeezed Myka's hands gently. The door clicked shut and she was alone again. Myka put her jacket on properly and fought to wipe the smile from her face. She went to Pete's room and knocked on the door. "Let's go, Pete."
Pete joined her outside and they headed to the car. Myka idly placed her hands in the pockets of her jacket and felt something crinkle. She pulled out a small piece of paper. Written in beautiful handwriting was a simple message. 'See you soon, dear.' Myka laughed with a smirk.
"What's that?"
"Nothing. Just some notes."
right, i was posting fic. here's chapter 4. in my humble opinion, it's the best yet. though, the first chapter is still my favorite. right, shut up heather, put up the fic.
It had been a simple gesture, almost out of place in this world. Yet Myka couldn't get it out of her mind. The gentle grasp of HG's slender fingers, the soft caress of her supple lips against the back of her hand. But most of all the look on her face as she gazed up at Myka and bid sweet dreams. That devious smile on her delicious lips and the look in her eyes. Oh, the look in her eyes. The look of pure predatory seduction; that heady, unambiguous stare screaming 'I will make you mine.' She had seen that look from HG once before. When they first met, she had seen that stare pointed at her down the barrel of her own gun. Myka would give herself over to those eyes and those lips freely.
But she wasn't free.
It had been two weeks since she'd last seen HG. Myka had busied herself with work in the warehouse-most of which was legitimate. She had not forgotten her promise to HG to try to find some answers for her. She had become reticent in the meanwhile; spending more time alone and deep in the warehouse shelves. It had become standard to come into the room and see Myka shoving her phone in her pocket. If Artie had noticed, he hadn't said anything. Pete had asked her twice about it. She protested each time. He stopped asking, but was aware of his partner's behavior.
Myka wanted to call HG; she desired to see her. But she couldn't do it. She often sat staring at her phone, waging an internal war, until someone distracted her and she quickly put the phone away. Most of the time it was Claudia, and Myka was glad that her young eyes were not as observant as the others'. Once it had been Leena. She'd stopped in the doorway, stared at Myka for a second before leaving the room in silence. That alone made her anxious. Myka wondered why HG wouldn't just contact her. She knew why though. For all her powers of suggestion and subterfuge, the woman could be obvious when she had a point to make. And the point here was clear. HG was making Myka reach out. She was, by her painful absence, forcing Myka to step beyond her boundaries. It was working.
Pete and Myka were in Salem looking for a town crier's bell that when rung made people believe whatever you said. According to Artie it had been the basis of the witch trials. Once its powers had been discovered by the owner-the history books told only part of the story. Myka had distracted herself with the investigation all day. But now, alone in her hotel room, she had no diversions. Only her phone in her hands and a glowing screen with the name and room number of her hotel, waiting for her to hit send. It really shouldn't have been a conflict; every ounce of her burned for the other woman's presence. She couldn't even bear to hear her voice without seeing her wicked smile and devilishly dark eyes. So why had she been staring at the screen of her phone for so long? So far from the warehouse there was only Pete to catch her. Myka was almost more worried about how Pete would feel if he caught her and HG together than if he'd turn her in. How easily could he be swayed after what Wells had done to him? How much did she really care? How much did she want to see HG?
Myka hit send.
She didn't know for certain-she had no evidence, but Myka had a feeling that HG would never be far from her. Within twenty minutes there was a knock on her door, proving the truth. All Myka's fears and trepidations fell away with the sound of that knock. She ran to the door and opened it.
Pete stood in the doorway. Myka's heart sank, could it be that HG wouldn't come? Then her anger rose. "What?"
"I just came to check on you. You've been acting kinda weird lately."
"I am fine, Pete."
"You sure? You can talk to me, you know. About anything. Except 'girl problems.' It isn't 'girl problems' is it?"
The longer he stood there, the more she seethed. "I'm fine, Pete. I do not have 'girl problems.' I'm just tired. I'm going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning." Myka closed the door.
Pete was left outside dumbfounded. "Yeah, you're fine. Everything's great in Myka-land." He gave up and returned to his room.
Myka sat on the edge of the bed. The anger disappeared. Her eyes began to tear. There was another knock, softer this time, but Myka didn't notice the difference. She almost didn't answer. Frustration overwhelmed her. She couldn't believe Pete's audacity, could he be so dense as to not understand a door slammed in his face? He had stolen from her in that moment. Myka stalked to the door with purpose and swung it open ready to berate Pete so that he never asked her that infernal question again. Wells jumped and let out a small gasp as the door flew open. "Pete, for the la-" Myka saw HG's smile and everything faded in that instant. "You came." Myka smiled.
"Always, my dear."
Myka stepped out of the way and let HG into the room. She closed the door behind, locking out the world as she latched the bolt.
She was safe in her secret space. Myka took HG's face in her hands and devoured her lips. For the first time she tasted the other woman's tongue. HG wrapped her arms around Myka's waist. Myka melted into her body.
Myka ended her kiss, but did not release HG. They were entwined now, there would be no rending them apart from this point on. They were forever, though neither of them comprehended it.
"That is by far the finest greeting I have ever received."
Myka laughed. "Sorry about the door. Pete knocked before and I thought it was you."
"I saw your partner, thought it wisest to stay hidden for a time."
"He's worried about me. He thinks something's wrong."
"Is there?"
Myka kissed HG's warm lips. "Not anymore." She slid her arms around HG's neck, holding her close. Myka leaned her forehead against HG's and soaked in her presence. Two weeks was too long. "I missed you."
"You could have called me sooner, darling."
Myka's heart skipped a beat. "I wanted to. But..."
"I know it's difficult for you. That's why I wanted you to call me. Now you have nothing to fear about reaching out for me."
"Promise me something?"
"What's that, dear?"
"Promise me you'll never stay away that long again."
"Now I don't make promises that I can't keep." Myka leaned back and opened her eyes. HG looked at her, the waiver of fear in her green eyes, and smiled slowly. "I promise." She whispered before planting a soft kiss on Myka's grinning lips. She stepped back against the edge of the bed, hoping to nudge things in a particular direction. Myka followed easily. HG sat down on the foot of the bed. In a smooth motion Myka's arms slid away from HG's seated body; HG caught her hands and held them as she looked up at Myka standing over her.
Myka stared down into those dark eyes and curled red lips. There was that singular screaming intention splashed all over her face. Despite it making her weak in the knees, this was a bridge Myka was not yet capable of crossing. Wells saw her eyes swell before Myka reacted and she steeled herself. Myka stepped back, letting go of HG's hands reluctantly. She turned around to orient herself and took a seat at the small table in the corner. HG ran her hands through her hair behind Myka's back. 'A hundred years, Helena. What's a little bit more time?' She fought hard to hide any hint of frustration lest Myka feel guilty. Her effort was valiant, but in vain. Myka didn't need to see it on her face to know that HG was disappointed. It hurt a little that Myka couldn't give her what she wanted. Yet. But she knew that HG was understanding and would accept whatever limitations Myka had. It gave her comfort, this knowledge. Though she still couldn't bring herself to look at the other woman.
HG watched Myka as she fidgeted in her seat. If she didn't know that Myka felt awful, her nervous head tilt and the way she twirled her hair around her fingers would have been outright adorable. But as it stood, there was a perceptible sorrow at Myka's fringes that threatened to eclipse her. "It's okay. I didn't mean to push."
"It's not your fault. Of course you would want...that. It's been," Myka laughed anxiously. "Over a hundred years."
"I don't need to be reminded." HG joked.
The corner of Myka's lip twitched up. "Sorry." Myka looked up at her, into her eyes and said with the greatest sincerity she'd ever mustered, "I'm sorry."
HG smiled warmly. "It's okay, Myka. There's no pressure. If you're not ready, that's fine." Myka gave a small smile. "Just let me know when you are." HG winked.
Myka blushed. The distance between them was killing her, but she couldn't bring herself to sit on the bed. Myka silently pleaded for HG to come sit with her.
When she got up from the bed and sat at the table, Myka wondered if she'd read her mind. Truth was she didn't need to. The way Myka was chewing her bottom lip made it quite clear what she wanted. HG put her hand on Myka's. Myka smiled; it calmed her. "Were you successful at all today?"
"Hmm? Oh, the bell. Not really. It's hard to track something that was used to make people believe it didn't exist. How 'bout you?"
"About as much as you, I suppose."
By comparing notes briefly they managed to uncover what might be a promising lead. They talked for hours before HG finally noticed the time.
"Goodness, it's late."
"Is it?" Myka looked over her shoulder at the clock. It read 1:17. "Oh."
"I should leave. You've got a busy day tomorrow." She stood.
Myka jumped up. "You don't have to go. You could...stay." She faltered. "Um, if you want...to."
HG smiled at her. "I'd love to." Myka beamed.
Pete had let Myka alone, hoping a good night's sleep would help her mood. But it was ten o'clock now and he began to worry.
Myka was roused from sleep. The first thing she noticed was the delightful warmth at her back and the arm draped lightly around her waist. She bathed in it for a moment. They had slept together in the most literal sense of the phrase. HG had not broached the topic nor the act of sex. She had merely climbed in bed with Myka and held her close. It was the best night's sleep Myka had ever had.
The second thing Myka noticed was a repetitive noise. It was bothersome. She realized this was what had woken her. She pouted. The final thing she noticed was the faint call of her name. Everything fell together and she was suddenly aware that Pete was knocking on her door. Had she locked it? Yes, she remembered locking it before she kissed HG. She smiled, remembering that moment as well. There wasn't time for that though. Myka wrapped her fingers around HG's hand and shook her gently. "HG, HG you have to wake up. Pete's knocking on the door." HG sat upright so fast that she startled Myka. Hearing only that she needed to wake and 'Pete,' she didn't catch the whole situation. Throwing the covers back, she rolled quickly out of bed. She picked her pants off the floor and pulled them on as she moved out of view from the doorway. "Coming, Pete." Myka cried as she pulled on her own pants. Pete finally stopped his assault of her door. Myka glanced at HG before opening the door. "Yes?"
There was only a hint of irritation in her voice, it caught Pete a little off guard. She was almost herself again. "It's 10 AM."
"Is it?" Myka looked at the clock. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't get to sleep til late."
When she'd slammed the door in Pete's face and proclaimed she was going to bed it had been early. Maybe she wasn't entirely herself. Though the sleep had clearly helped, so Pete wasn't about to protest. "Were you still asleep?" He asked out of curiosity.
"Yes." More annoyance crept into her voice.
"Okay. Just wondering. You seem better. D'you sleep well?"
Myka failed to bite back a smile. She glanced at HG who grinned back at her. "Wonderfully." Pete spied a pair of boots by the foot of Myka's bed. Myka caught his wandering eye and pulled the door close to her, hiding HG's boots from his view. HG, aware of what was going on, silently snagged her boots and slipped them on. "I'll be out in a minute, just let me finish getting ready."
"Okay." Pete pushed the door open slightly. There was nothing there this time. He creased his brow. His stomach knotted slightly. It was a vibe, but not a bad one. Combined with Myka's newly pleasant attitude, he let it go. "I'll be in my room when you're done."
He left and Myka closed the door. HG stepped out of the corner. Barefoot while HG had on her boots, Myka was now just a hair shorter. HG enjoyed looking down into her eyes for once, even if it was ever so slight. "How'd you sleep, darling?" She asked teasingly.
Myka smiled at that impish grin. "Wonderfully." She repeated with all the gusto she'd desired to imbue into the answer before.
"Likewise." HG kissed Myka. She kissed back, but it was short lived. HG knew she was on a time limit.
Myka licked her lips. Then she blushed when she realized she'd have to take a shower. She blushed even harder as it occurred to her that it would be unwise for HG to leave before she and Pete. HG laughed to herself as Myka's ears turned red. "You should wait to leave til Pete and I have gone."
"Okay." What was making the poor girl blush?
"I have to take a shower." Myka's eyes grew to saucers, as they were wont to do when she was nervous, and she cocked her head to the side.
Ah, that. "Well, that's no problem. I can wait." She shooed Myka toward the bathroom. "No need to worry about me."
"Right. Of course not." Myka laughed and went into the bathroom. HG sat down at the table. It was not by her execution that the bathroom was directly across from the table, but she did take full appreciation of the fact. She also took notice that Myka didn't close the door all the way.
HG patiently waited with a coy smile as Myka showered. The water stopped and Myka stepped out of the tub. HG's smile broadened as she caught glimpses of Myka's naked form. A hand, her back, a glistening thigh, and finally the beautifully delicate curve of her buttocks. Myka put on fresh clothes and came back into the main room. She looked at HG and was taken aback, she had that look in her eyes again. Myka smiled involuntarily at the sight. "Feel free to shower or even use my toothbrush if you want." What did it matter now, they'd already explored each other's mouths. "I've got the key, so you can just lock it when you leave."
HG stood up and crossed the room before Myka realized she'd moved. She pushed Myka up against the wall and pressed her body against her. There was not a molecule of space between them. She kissed Myka deeply, more deeply than she had ever been kissed before. While the thought of morning breath flitted across her mind, it wasn't there long enough to even register before her brain was consumed with what was happening. HG ran her hands over Myka's hips and up under her shirt to feel the soft freshly cleaned skin of her sides and back. Myka let HG explore further up her shirt. Her fingers teased at the fabric of Myka's bra; HG knew what would be too far. Part of Myka, a very large part at that moment, wanted her to keep her slender fingers going. But at the same time she knew it would be too much for her now. Conscious thought fled from her mind and a gasp flew from her throat as HG pushed her hips harder against Myka's.
HG collected herself and pulled back from Myka. She slid her hands down Myka's ribs, which gave her goosebumps. Myka kept her eyes closed as she caught her breath. When her heart had calmed and her breath returned she opened them. Her gaze was taken up entirely by HG. If you could pour every glorious, sinful act into a smile, it would resemble the one on her new lover's face. "I would apologize for my forthrightness, but I don't believe it was unwelcome." Myka smiled and chuckled her nervous laugh. "I didn't think so." HG stepped back and sat on the side of the bed. Myka didn't move a muscle; she wasn't sure her legs would hold her if she tried. "You should probably get going. Wouldn't want poor Agent Lattimer to be kept waiting too long."
Pete could wait forever for all she cared right now. HG reveled as red filled Myka's face and fell down her neck and across her chest. Myka felt the feeling return to her legs and was brave enough to test them. She took a step away from the wall. Everything held. She reached for a pair of socks from her bag, but dare not sit next to HG to put them on. She slid on her shoes and made her way achingly slowly to the door. Not once did HG's eyes leave Myka. She closed the door as she stood on the doorstep. Her skin still red and her body hot, Myka didn't realize she'd forgotten her jacket. The door opened behind her and she felt hands drape her coat over her shoulders. Wordlessly HG traced her fingers along Myka's arms. She grasped and squeezed Myka's hands gently. The door clicked shut and she was alone again. Myka put her jacket on properly and fought to wipe the smile from her face. She went to Pete's room and knocked on the door. "Let's go, Pete."
Pete joined her outside and they headed to the car. Myka idly placed her hands in the pockets of her jacket and felt something crinkle. She pulled out a small piece of paper. Written in beautiful handwriting was a simple message. 'See you soon, dear.' Myka laughed with a smirk.
"What's that?"
"Nothing. Just some notes."