All Myka could think about on the flight back to South Dakota was the kiss. The memory of it plagued her thoughts as she sat in the dimmed cabin of the tiny plane. She remembered everything: the way the bathroom smelled (amazingly, for a small bar bathroom, it smelled mostly of lemon scented pledge and the soap she'd just washed her hands with), the way Helena smelled, the way her lips danced across her own, the press of Helena's breasts against her own…
Myka covered her slight groan at the memory with a cough, grateful she wasn't surrounded by more people. It was going on two in the morning, South Dakota time, yet she couldn't sleep. She glanced over at Helena, who was sleeping soundly in the seat next to her, and couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful when she was awake, but even more so in her sleep. The serene softness of her face, mouth slightly parted, chest, partially exposed by the sheer oxford shirt with the top three buttons undone, moving slightly with each breath she took…
Myka willed herself to look away from said chest, to no avail. Which was how she noticed the change in her breathing. She shifted her gaze back to Helena's face, blushing when she saw that her eyes had opened and she was grinning softly at Myka's obvious stare.
Clearing her throat slightly, Myka turned her attention to the unoccupied seat in front of her. Apparently, the redeye flight from Seattle to the small airport closest to Univille, South Dakota wasn't all that popular. Aside from the two of them sitting near the rear of the plan, there were only seven other passengers, three in "first class" and four others scattered throughout the rest of the plane in various states of sleep. She and Helena were, for all intents and purposes, alone.
Helena reached out and took one of Myka's hands in her own slim one, squeezing slightly. She took it as a good sign when Myka didn't pull back. "Darling, look at me," she said, pulling her hand to rest in her lap.
Myka did and swallowed when she met Helena's chocolate gaze.
"Are you alright?" Helena asked, concern evident in her voice.
That made Myka smile. She was concerned about her present emotional state. "I'm fine, Helena," she replied softly, relaxing back into her seat and giving the warm hand in hers a reassuring squeeze. "Just… thinking about some things."
"About our kiss?" Helena probed. She never was one for beating around the bush, so to speak.
Myka felt her cheeks burn again and she was suddenly grateful for the dimness of the plane's cabin. She averted her eyes and nibbled on her bottom lip, but nodded.
Helena brought her free hand up to cup Myka's cheek, forcing the agent to meet her gaze once again. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Agent Bering," she said softly. "Sharing one kiss with a woman doesn't make you—"
"I'm not ashamed," Myka said, cutting Helena off when she realized that she'd mistaken her hesitance for fear. "My... reluctance has nothing to do with you being a woman."
Helena, hand still cupping Myka's cheek, raised an elegant eyebrow. "Oh?" she questioned. "Then what?"
Myka hesitated once again, unsure if just then was the right time or place to have this discussion.
"Myka, please?" Helena implored. "I…I care a great deal for you."
"I know you do," Myka said. "I care about you, too. We've become great friends over the past few months."
Helena shook her head slightly. "Myka, it should be obvious to you now that my feelings for you have grown far beyond friendship." She paused, searching for the right words. Myka Bering was the only woman—the only person—to leave her at a loss for words. "I'm afraid I've become quite infatuated with you, darling."
Myka sucked in a quick breath at the admission. She searched Helena's eyes for any signs of deceit. She found nothing but hopeful sincerity.
At Myka's stunned silence, Helena stroked her cheek, grinning when she felt Myka move into her hand. "What is the cause of your hesitation, Agent Bering?"
Agent Bering. Myka shivered at that. She always did when Helena called her that. She blinked a few times, refocusing on Helena's question. She sighed. "Helena, it's not that I don't find you attractive. You're incredibly beautiful. I just… I've been involved with someone I worked with before, and it ended… badly."
"Sam," Helena guessed.
Myka nodded, not bothering to ask the other woman how she knew of Sam.
"It was an artifact, wasn't it?"
Myka nodded. "Which makes it even more difficult. It would be even more likely that an artifact would… would… you know."
Myka shuddered at the thought.
"Darling, I can't promise that nothing will happen to me in this line of work," Helena began softly, choosing her words carefully. "But neither can you. None of us can. But, Myka, are you going to live the rest of your life making decisions based upon what might happen?" She leaned forward until their foreheads pressed together.
Looking into Helena's tender expression, being this close to her, feeling her breath play against her own lips… Myka felt her resolve melting. If she were honest with herself, her resolve had been melting since the moment she'd first looked upon those delicate, yet strong, features of the great—the real—HG Wells. Helena. She'd lived her entire life trying to please others—her father, Dickenson, Sam, Artie. It was about time she did what she wanted, dammit!
And right now, all she wanted was to kiss Helena.
And so she did.
She brushed her lips softly against Helena's, barely touching, yet sending her heart racing anyway.
Helena remained still for fear of scaring Myka. She didn't want to push her too far. The hand still cupping Myka's cheek slid down the silky column of the agent's neck to nestle just under her shirt, on her collarbone.
Myka whimpered softly, pressing her lips more fully to Helena's. This time, Helena reacted, returning the kiss with equal fervor. It wasn't a passionate kiss—they were on a plane, after all. But it was tender and full of promises of things to come. Myka realized in that moment, when everything around them melted away, her anxiety over forming an intimate, romantic relationship with Helena had all but disappeared. Nothing mattered but the way this woman made her feel, which was loved. Really and truly loved. No one had ever made her feel that way. Not even Sam. She'd known that he loved her, of course. But it had been different. This? This right here was real.
Once again, their kiss was interrupted by outside happenings, this time it was the lights in the cabin blinking on and the pilot's voice echoing through the speakers that they were beginning their descent to the runway and would be on the ground in less than half an hour.
Myka groaned in frustration. "What is it with you and public places?" she murmured to Helena.
Helena chuckled, the sound music to Myka's ears and sending more ripples of pleasure down her spine. "Need I remind you that it was you who kissed me this time, Agent Bering?"
Myka shrugged. "Details," she said with a wave of her hand, then smiled, reaching out to take one of Helena's delicate hands in her own. They still had a lot to talk about, but Myka was ready.
Once safely back on the ground and off the plane, they found their luggage in baggage claim and made their way towards the long term parking deck. Myka cursed Artie for not springing for one more night at the hotel in Seattle as she drove back to Univille at half past three in the morning. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon when they pulled into the driveway at the B&B, both women utterly exhausted.
Leena, already dressed for the day with a welcoming smile on her face, greeted them at the door. "Artie said to take the day off and rest up," she informed them, taking the neutralizer bag from Myka to bring to the Warehouse with her later. "Would you like something light to eat first? Maybe some tea?"
Myka shook her head. "No, thanks, Leena," she said around a yawn. "I just need some sleep."
"I share those sentiments," Helena concurred.
Leena smiled and nodded. "I'll make sure Pete doesn't eat all the pastries so there's some left for you when you wake up."
Myka grinned. "Thanks, Leena," she said, then began her assent up the stairs, Helena following closely behind. Myka paused as she opened the door to her room, studying Helena.
"What is it, darling?" Helena asked softly, mindful of the sleeping Pete and Claudia.
Myka shook her head. "Nothing, just… thank you."
Helena dropped her bag in front of her door and turned to fully face Myka. "For what?"
"For, you know, being… you." She shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired. Ignore me."
Helena closed the distance between them and kissed Myka softly, keeping it short and sweet because of their surroundings. She didn't care who saw them, but she knew that Myka did care. "I will never ignore you, Myka."
Myka smiled. She gripped Helena's hand when she stepped away towards her own room. "Stay with me?" Then she realized how that must sound, so she blushed slightly. "I mean, just to sleep," she quickly rushed out. "Not that I don't want to, um, you know… I just… I don't know that I'm, uh, there yet and—"
Helena cut Myka off with a quick kiss. "I'd love to fall asleep in your arms," she said.
Helena grinned. "Of course I would, darling." She reached around Myka to push open the door. "I'll just go get more comfortable and rejoin you here in a few moments, okay?"
Myka nodded, then entered her room. She deposited her bag on the floor by the door, too tired to care where it landed for now. She walked to her dresser and pulled out an old pair of boxers and a faded t-shirt. She suddenly wished she had something sexier to sleep in, but she'd always been one to go with comfort over sexy. Helena already knew that, though, so she shrugged and quickly changed into the shorts and boxers.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and contemplated putting her bra back on. The t-shirt was old and faded and clung to her chest, making it very easy to tell that she was either very cold or very turned on. The room was actually quite warm in the summer heat.
She was reaching into her dresser for a semi-comfortable sports bra when there was a soft knock on the door. Sighing, Myka ditched the bra and hurried to her bed, ducking quickly beneath the covers instead. "Come in," she called out softly after making sure the sheet was pulled over her breasts.
Myka couldn't help but stare as Helena shut the door behind her. She'd changed into her own sleep attire, which consisted of an ivory colored silk sleeveless tunic and matching shorts that left little to the imagination.
Helena smiled as she drew back the covers on the vacant side of the bed. Myka returned her smile and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness, the only light coming from the crack under the door leading to the hallway. It was enough light for Myka to just barely make out Helena's silhouette as she snuggled in closer, lying on her side facing Myka.
Myka settled her hand on her hip, turning to mirror Helena's position. The silky coolness of the fabric of Helena's shorts were a stark contrast to the heated skin underneath.
Helena wrapped her own arm around Myka's waist, then leaned in and brushed her lips against her forehead. "Good night, darling," she whispered in the darkness.
Myka nuzzled against Helena, breathing in her spicy sweet scent. "Good night, Helena," she replied, already feeling sleep engulf her.
Seattle Grace-Mercy West Hospital, Seattle, Washington…
"Dr. Robbins, you have a call from Seattle Pres.," one of the nurses told Arizona early the next morning when she answered her page to the peds nurses' station. "Line two."
"Thanks, Joyce," she said, picking up the phone and pressing the button to pick up the call. "Dr. Robbins speaking," she said.
"Dr. Robbins, this is Dr. Goodwin from Seattle Pres.," a pleasant male voice said from the other end of the phone. "I just wanted to let you know that we've run Nathan Harper's scans twice, as per Dr. Webber's request. Nothing unusual appears on any of the scans."
"Really?" Arizona said, still stumped, but glad he was okay at the same time. She asked a few more questions about Nathan's current vitals, then finished the conversation. "Thank you so much, Dr. Goodwin." She hung up, still perplexed, but in high spirits.
"What's got you so happy this morning?" a low voice said in her ear, causing her to shiver.
She turned and smiled up at her wife. "Nathan is cured. The tumor is just… gone."
Callie smiled. "I don't know how, but you managed to cure a kid without even cutting into him. I knew you were magical."
"It's the fairy dust in their IV's," Arizona said, playing along.
Callie let out a laugh, then kissed Arizona softly.
Moments later, Arizona reached into her lab coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with a number written on it. Callie eyed it suspiciously. "Who gave you their number, huh?" she asked playfully.
Arizona smiled as she picked up the phone. "Oh, you know, just some hot woman," she teased as she dialed and waited. Callie stuck her tongue out at her, but was curious as to who she was calling, so she stood there waiting.
On the third ring, a very sleepy sounding "hello?" came over the line.
"Agent Bering?" Arizona asked into the phone. Callie rolled her eyes with a chuckle.
"Hmm, yes, speaking," the agent said around a yawn.
"I'm sorry to wake you," Arizona said. "This is Arizona Robbins from Seattle Grace-Mercy West."
"Oh. Oh! Dr. Robbins. Arizona. No, it's okay. We had to take the redeye flight home and I never could sleep on airplanes. It's fine. You have news on Nathan?"
"I do," Arizona said. "The doctor from Seattle Presbyterian just called to inform me that they found nothing unusual on his scans. He's completely fine."
"Oh, good!" Myka said. "I'm so glad to hear that. I was so afraid neutralizing it would reverse it."
"Huh?" Arizona asked, confused. "Neutralize?"
"Um, nothing," Myka said quickly, realizing her mistake in her sleepy fog. "Nothing. Government thing. I mean, it's a miracle!"
Arizona just laughed. "It sure is," she agreed. "Well, I'll let you get back to sleep, then. Please, if you're ever in Seattle again, you or Agent Wells, don't hesitate to give us a call. It was nice meeting you."
"We definitely will," Myka said. "Thank you for being so welcoming. That really helps us do our job."
"I'm sure," Arizona said with a laugh. "Good bye, Agent Bering."
Arizona hung up the phone and wrapped her arms around Callie's neck. "When's your next surgery?" she asked.
"Not for another hour," Callie responded with a sly grin, knowing exactly what her wife was thinking. "Race ya to the daycare!" she said and took off in direction of the stairs.
"Cheater!" Arizona called after her with a laugh as they rushed to the 5th floor. It was days like these when she wondered why she'd ever fought against this.
Leena's B&B, Univille, South Dakota
"I take it Nathan is fully recovered?" Helena said sleepily from beside Myka when Myka ended the call. She replaced the phone on the bedside table and returned to her previous position under the covers, snuggle up against Helena, eyes closed against the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
"Like he wasn't even sick to begin with," she murmured. She opened her eyes to study Helena. "I'm really glad he's okay."
"Me, too," Helena said. "No parent should have to watch their child die."
Myka watched the pain cross Helena's face. She reached out and cupped her cheek, running her thumb across her high cheekbone. "Helena, I'm so sorry about Christina," she whispered. "I can't even imagine the pain you went through."
Seeing the raw pain etched across Helena's usually stoic face unnerved Myka and broke her heart.
Helena blinked back tears and leaned in to kiss Myka. "It was torture," she said. "So much so that I did some horrible things that landed me in the bronzer. But now I'm here, in your arms, and I couldn't be happier."
Myka smiled, knowing that there was more to it than that, but also knowing that now was not the time to dig deeper into Helena's locked emotions about the brutal death of her innocent daughter more than a century ago. Instead, she leaned in and kissed her, tender and full of emotion.
Helena buried her hand in Myka's soft curls, deepening the kiss. This time she could really kiss her without the threat of interruption. (She'd glanced at the close when Myka had been on the phone and noted that it was well past the time when the others would have left for the Warehouse. They were alone in the B&B, save possibly Leena, but she'd never barge into Myka's room the way Pete or Claudia often did.)
Myka gasped when Helena's nimble tongue ran across her lips, demanding and being granted access to Myka's heated mouth. Myka settled her hand on Helena's hip, then slipped it under her shirt to rest against the sleep warmed skin of her trim waist for a moment before moving to explore her lower back.
Helena arched into Myka slightly at the touch. She pressed Myka onto her back, following her to hover over her, never breaking their kiss. Myka whimpered slightly when Helena settled her slight weight fully on top of her, their scantily clothed bodies meeting from chest to knee. Helena echoed her sound of pleasure.
Myka, feeling suddenly bold in the wake of Helena's obvious arousal because of her, brought her hand to Helena's front, wedging it between their bodies to cup one perfect breast.
Helena gasped, breaking the kiss. "Myka," she breathed out, staring into the other woman's eyes as she struggled for composure. "Darling, we must stop," she said even as she pressed herself more fully into Myka's hand.
"Why?" Myka asked.
Helena almost said to hell with it at the adorable pout that had formed on Myka's face. But somehow, though she's not sure how exactly, she managed to resist. Just barely. "Because if we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop until I've learned everything there is to know about your body."
A shiver of pleasure coursed through Myka's body at the thought. "And that would be bad because?" she murmured, brushing her thumb across Helena's distended nipple.
Helena hissed, drawing in a deep breath. "Myka, please," she gasped, reaching up to still Myka's hand. She took a few calming breaths. "Myka, darling, while I wish nothing more than to discover all the secrets that your body holds, I'm quite certain that you are not ready for this yet."
Myka knitted her eyebrows together. "Helena, of course I want this!" she said, almost pleadingly.
Helena chuckled and forced herself to lift up off Myka, resettling herself next to the pouting woman. "Oh, I don't doubt that you want this, my love. Physically. I'm talking about emotionally. Myka, have you ever been with a woman before? Intimately?"
Myka's cheeks turned pink and she cast her eyes downward. "No," she murmured.
Helena cupped her chin, forcing her to look at her. "I've made it no secret that I want to be with you," she said. "But I need you to think about this and make sure it's what you want."
Myka started to protest, but Helena placed two fingers to her lips, stopping her.
"I just want to do this right," Helena explained. "And falling right into bed together isn't the way to do this. I know you, Myka Bering, well enough to know that sex isn't something you treat with a casual air. Am I correct?"
Myka nodded. Sex to her was more than getting her jollies. She never could separate the physical from the emotional. The fact that Helena was able to pinpoint her so accurately should have disconcerted her, but she found it charming instead. Deep down, she knew Helena was right. They shouldn't rush this. Whatever it was.
She groaned and buried her face in Helena's neck. "Why do you have to be rational?" she muttered. "That's usually my job."
Helena laughed, wrapping her arms around Myka, pulling her close and breathing in her scent. "Because I really care about you—quite deeply—and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship."
Myka sighed, snuggling closer, still, nuzzling her nose into soft hair, breathing in the lavender scent. Helena always smelled delicious. Myka had discovered that early on. She'd always sneak whiffs of the other woman's scent when she was near.
Helena pulled back and studied Myka for a moment, but not saying a word.
"What?" Myka asked, suddenly nervous.
Helena smiled. "I'm simply attempting to figure out what I did to deserve you, darling."