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Warehouse 13 fic: Five Times H.G. Wells Had Her Way With Myka Bering (1/5)
Title: Five Times H.G. Wells Had Her Way With Myka Bering (And Myka Didn't Particularly Mind)
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,533
Notes: This story takes place during 2x01 – Time Will Tell
Characters/Pairings: Myka/H.G.
Next: Part 2
Summary: And you'd think Pete would be the one to invent the 'arch-enemy with benefits.'
"I'm gonna go report this in," Pete said, preemptively grabbing his Farnsworth. He scuffed his eyebrows at the bound Helena. "Myka, you watch her. Don't let her—I don't know—use a lightsaber hidden in her tooth or something. You know how these Brits are. Voldemort, he had seven Horcruxes and not one nose!"
"Do you know what he's talking about?" Helena asked as Pete stepped outside.
"Every so often," Myka replied. She sat down atop a desk, her Tesla dangling by her leg. She didn't want to shock Helena—after all the contributions she'd made to science fiction literature, the least they could do was give her a comfortable ride back to be bronzed.
Helena looked around the office. "This place brings back such memories; I had a quite good ravishing on that desk. We had to replace the lamp."
Myka got down from the desk. "Are we really going to make smalltalk?"
"I had you pegged as a literate woman, Agent Bering. Surely, the opportunity to pick the brain of one of science fiction's pioneers appeals to you?"
"'She said, ever so modestly.'"
"Modesty is a male construct designed to obscure a woman's virtue." Helena smiled duplicitously. "Don't you ever get to brag, Agent Bering? Surely, in the future, you get to tell stories of your greatest triumphs while fawning admirers buy you alcohol?"
"I'm not into that sort of thing," Myka protested, pacing now.
"Shouldn't you be? You're an agent of the most clandestine operation in the world. Why not take some pride in your accomplishments?"
"I take pride! I have confidence!"
"In that case, did you remember to frisk me?"
Myka looked to the door suddenly. Pete was undoubtedly getting detailed instructions from Artie. If he couldn't read the manual, he could at least get the inside scoop on his tonsil hockey competitor. Which meant Myka had time to frisk Helena before he came back.
"Not one word," Myka ordered, briskly patting down Helena's arms and legs. Helena hummed contentedly as Myka searched her pockets.
"You know, this is the first time in a century I've been touched. I didn't realize how much I'd missed it."
"Sorry to remind you," Myka said, a little too harshly. Then, apologetically "You're going back."
"I suppose it was inevitable. How could a simple Victorian woman hope to defy the most powerful forces of the 21st century? I'd best tell you now, I have a weapon you didn't find."
"Where?" Myka growled, suddenly on edge.
Helena smiled with a shrug, a bit embarrassed. "Where all women have a hiding place."
"You're fucking kidding me."
"The future is much more profane than I imagined. I think it can be traced to a downturn in education."
"Shut up!" Myka ordered, pulling on an artifact glove. This was just perfect. Saving the world by giving someone the TSA treatment. She needed a vacation.
Helena spread her legs. "Well, you certainly are forward. Simply undo the zipper, love. I'm not wearing undergarments."
"Could you not call me love? I'm just gonna reach in and—"
"I have had it done to me before, agent. I know quite what to expect."
"Right." Myka pulled down Helena's zipper. The woman closed her eyes, as if the sound were music to her. If Myka were Pete, she'd be getting a bad vibe just then. "By the way, thanks for being honest. I'll try to be gentle."
"Oh, do. It's been a little over a hundred years since I had a proper ravishing—"
"Stop calling it a ravishing! It's creepy!"
"You 21st-century woman are so easily disquieted. I'd imagine the 21st century would have successfully distinguished matrimony from sex, leading to an era of free love and polygamy."
"Yeah, well," Myka pulled her glove on tighter. "Maybe the next time you get debronzed. Open wide."
Helena closed her eyes and shuddered when Myka entered her. The sound she made, teeth clasped, air expelled like she was savoring it, enticed Myka to her face. Helena had the tiniest grin there. "Oh, Agent Bering. It has been far too long."
"Could you try not to enjoy this so much? It's just business."
"If this is your business, I'd hate to think what that makes you."
"Good at my job." Myka reached in further, slowly, not wanting to hurt Helena. This time, Helena gritted her teeth.
"Oh, good girl. Be thorough."
"Could you not—" Myka started, but Helena interrupted her.
"Don't pretend you're not flattered. I could see in your eyes how you enjoyed handcuffing me. And now I'm at your mercy. Submitting to you. You might as well enjoy it."
"I don't—I'm not—"
"That way?" Helena queried playfully, tilting her head to the side. "Please. In my time, we had to spot such women with nothing more than a look. I've become very good at it."
"I know what I am!" Myka retorted. "I just don't do that with fucking suspects!"
"Then why have you got your hand in my womanhood?"
Myka bit the inside of her lip. Helena had nothing hidden. It was all just a sick game. Maybe an ex-boyfriend had bronzed her. Myka wasn't sure she didn't deserve it. "Because you're a great big Victorian slut and you wanted one last kick before you got bronzed again!"
"True, true." Helena lowered her head towards Myka, her voice dropping. "But why haven't you taken your hand away?"
Myka looked down. Helena was wet and clenched around her, the warm steady pressure practically massaging her finger. Helena was practically gagging for it, under that cool British exterior. It was… not unarousing.
"What could it hurt, Agent Bering? Giving me 'one last kick'? Something to think about for the next hundred years in bronze. I won't tell. Even if I did, no one would believe me. And won't it be nice, when you're old and gray, to think there's still someone who sees you as the goddess that gave them the shag of a lifetime?"
Helena's voice was so low, so awash with innuendo, that Myka could only imagine what it would become in the throes of orgasm. It'd been a long time for her as well. And Helena had it wrong—she was the goddess, full of elegance and beauty that couldn't exist in today's world. And Myka could please her. It was an intoxicating thought.
"What's the matter, agent? Afraid you might like being naughty?"
"This is me being charitable," Myka said, pressing her fingers tightly to Helena's groin. Helena gasped and rode the fingers in. "I'm gonna make you come and then we never speak of this."
"Of course, darling." Helena gasped louder, rigorously out of control, her eyes looking down to her own penetration and then back up to Myka's face as the agent fucked her. "Oh, Agent Bering… what's your name, please, I want to call your name."
"Myka," she said, surprised to find her own voice breathless.
"Such a lovely name… oh, Myka, you are a treasure…" Helena's head lolled back, her sex lazily sucking at Myka's fingers as a brief, decadent orgasm washed over her. "A jewel…"
Myka watched in stunned arousal as Helena let her orgasm carry her away. The way her body twined and writhed against her bonds made Myka wonder what it would be like to see her naked, experiencing the same pleasure. Out of all the wonders she'd seen, the look on Helena's face was enough to awe her. It was so… decadent. Helena completely enjoyed the sex, without a trace of doubt or shame. She submitted to it, controlled it, and seeing her do it heated Myka like an open flame.
"Oh, Myka, my dear Myka…" Helena's grin was so wide that it became infectious. Myka smiled back at her. "I thought the cold of the bronze would linger forever. Thank you for dispelling it, love."
Myka pulled her fingers away and saw the purple artifact glove still on her hand. Immediately, she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Who she was doing. "Don’t call me love."
"Yes. Yes, of course. Back to business."
Moving like a whirlwind, Myka zipped Helena up and stripped off her own glove, shoving it deep in her pocket.
***
"Okay, kiss McPherson goodbye," Pete said a day later, working the kinks of the mission out of his neck. He looked at Myka. "Literally, in your case."
"There was no tongue! My aunt's kissed me harder than that."
"Yeah, right. 'Oh, Mr. McPherson, let's celebrate.' Where'd you learn to seduce people?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
"You did look like a 19th-century Angelina Jolie at the time."
Myka stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hey," Pete said, "speaking of our unsolved mystery, any idea why H.G. didn't kill us? You'd think someone would have to be pretty gangsta to get bronzed, but she left us for the cleaning lady to find."
"Maybe she was just in a good mood," Myka said, working her hand into her pocket. She knew she should turn the glove back in, wash it off, but maybe it could get misplaced.
There was no harm having a memento of her one time being naughty, which she would never, ever repeat.
Fandom: Warehouse 13
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,533
Notes: This story takes place during 2x01 – Time Will Tell
Characters/Pairings: Myka/H.G.
Next: Part 2
Summary: And you'd think Pete would be the one to invent the 'arch-enemy with benefits.'
"I'm gonna go report this in," Pete said, preemptively grabbing his Farnsworth. He scuffed his eyebrows at the bound Helena. "Myka, you watch her. Don't let her—I don't know—use a lightsaber hidden in her tooth or something. You know how these Brits are. Voldemort, he had seven Horcruxes and not one nose!"
"Do you know what he's talking about?" Helena asked as Pete stepped outside.
"Every so often," Myka replied. She sat down atop a desk, her Tesla dangling by her leg. She didn't want to shock Helena—after all the contributions she'd made to science fiction literature, the least they could do was give her a comfortable ride back to be bronzed.
Helena looked around the office. "This place brings back such memories; I had a quite good ravishing on that desk. We had to replace the lamp."
Myka got down from the desk. "Are we really going to make smalltalk?"
"I had you pegged as a literate woman, Agent Bering. Surely, the opportunity to pick the brain of one of science fiction's pioneers appeals to you?"
"'She said, ever so modestly.'"
"Modesty is a male construct designed to obscure a woman's virtue." Helena smiled duplicitously. "Don't you ever get to brag, Agent Bering? Surely, in the future, you get to tell stories of your greatest triumphs while fawning admirers buy you alcohol?"
"I'm not into that sort of thing," Myka protested, pacing now.
"Shouldn't you be? You're an agent of the most clandestine operation in the world. Why not take some pride in your accomplishments?"
"I take pride! I have confidence!"
"In that case, did you remember to frisk me?"
Myka looked to the door suddenly. Pete was undoubtedly getting detailed instructions from Artie. If he couldn't read the manual, he could at least get the inside scoop on his tonsil hockey competitor. Which meant Myka had time to frisk Helena before he came back.
"Not one word," Myka ordered, briskly patting down Helena's arms and legs. Helena hummed contentedly as Myka searched her pockets.
"You know, this is the first time in a century I've been touched. I didn't realize how much I'd missed it."
"Sorry to remind you," Myka said, a little too harshly. Then, apologetically "You're going back."
"I suppose it was inevitable. How could a simple Victorian woman hope to defy the most powerful forces of the 21st century? I'd best tell you now, I have a weapon you didn't find."
"Where?" Myka growled, suddenly on edge.
Helena smiled with a shrug, a bit embarrassed. "Where all women have a hiding place."
"You're fucking kidding me."
"The future is much more profane than I imagined. I think it can be traced to a downturn in education."
"Shut up!" Myka ordered, pulling on an artifact glove. This was just perfect. Saving the world by giving someone the TSA treatment. She needed a vacation.
Helena spread her legs. "Well, you certainly are forward. Simply undo the zipper, love. I'm not wearing undergarments."
"Could you not call me love? I'm just gonna reach in and—"
"I have had it done to me before, agent. I know quite what to expect."
"Right." Myka pulled down Helena's zipper. The woman closed her eyes, as if the sound were music to her. If Myka were Pete, she'd be getting a bad vibe just then. "By the way, thanks for being honest. I'll try to be gentle."
"Oh, do. It's been a little over a hundred years since I had a proper ravishing—"
"Stop calling it a ravishing! It's creepy!"
"You 21st-century woman are so easily disquieted. I'd imagine the 21st century would have successfully distinguished matrimony from sex, leading to an era of free love and polygamy."
"Yeah, well," Myka pulled her glove on tighter. "Maybe the next time you get debronzed. Open wide."
Helena closed her eyes and shuddered when Myka entered her. The sound she made, teeth clasped, air expelled like she was savoring it, enticed Myka to her face. Helena had the tiniest grin there. "Oh, Agent Bering. It has been far too long."
"Could you try not to enjoy this so much? It's just business."
"If this is your business, I'd hate to think what that makes you."
"Good at my job." Myka reached in further, slowly, not wanting to hurt Helena. This time, Helena gritted her teeth.
"Oh, good girl. Be thorough."
"Could you not—" Myka started, but Helena interrupted her.
"Don't pretend you're not flattered. I could see in your eyes how you enjoyed handcuffing me. And now I'm at your mercy. Submitting to you. You might as well enjoy it."
"I don't—I'm not—"
"That way?" Helena queried playfully, tilting her head to the side. "Please. In my time, we had to spot such women with nothing more than a look. I've become very good at it."
"I know what I am!" Myka retorted. "I just don't do that with fucking suspects!"
"Then why have you got your hand in my womanhood?"
Myka bit the inside of her lip. Helena had nothing hidden. It was all just a sick game. Maybe an ex-boyfriend had bronzed her. Myka wasn't sure she didn't deserve it. "Because you're a great big Victorian slut and you wanted one last kick before you got bronzed again!"
"True, true." Helena lowered her head towards Myka, her voice dropping. "But why haven't you taken your hand away?"
Myka looked down. Helena was wet and clenched around her, the warm steady pressure practically massaging her finger. Helena was practically gagging for it, under that cool British exterior. It was… not unarousing.
"What could it hurt, Agent Bering? Giving me 'one last kick'? Something to think about for the next hundred years in bronze. I won't tell. Even if I did, no one would believe me. And won't it be nice, when you're old and gray, to think there's still someone who sees you as the goddess that gave them the shag of a lifetime?"
Helena's voice was so low, so awash with innuendo, that Myka could only imagine what it would become in the throes of orgasm. It'd been a long time for her as well. And Helena had it wrong—she was the goddess, full of elegance and beauty that couldn't exist in today's world. And Myka could please her. It was an intoxicating thought.
"What's the matter, agent? Afraid you might like being naughty?"
"This is me being charitable," Myka said, pressing her fingers tightly to Helena's groin. Helena gasped and rode the fingers in. "I'm gonna make you come and then we never speak of this."
"Of course, darling." Helena gasped louder, rigorously out of control, her eyes looking down to her own penetration and then back up to Myka's face as the agent fucked her. "Oh, Agent Bering… what's your name, please, I want to call your name."
"Myka," she said, surprised to find her own voice breathless.
"Such a lovely name… oh, Myka, you are a treasure…" Helena's head lolled back, her sex lazily sucking at Myka's fingers as a brief, decadent orgasm washed over her. "A jewel…"
Myka watched in stunned arousal as Helena let her orgasm carry her away. The way her body twined and writhed against her bonds made Myka wonder what it would be like to see her naked, experiencing the same pleasure. Out of all the wonders she'd seen, the look on Helena's face was enough to awe her. It was so… decadent. Helena completely enjoyed the sex, without a trace of doubt or shame. She submitted to it, controlled it, and seeing her do it heated Myka like an open flame.
"Oh, Myka, my dear Myka…" Helena's grin was so wide that it became infectious. Myka smiled back at her. "I thought the cold of the bronze would linger forever. Thank you for dispelling it, love."
Myka pulled her fingers away and saw the purple artifact glove still on her hand. Immediately, she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Who she was doing. "Don’t call me love."
"Yes. Yes, of course. Back to business."
Moving like a whirlwind, Myka zipped Helena up and stripped off her own glove, shoving it deep in her pocket.
***
"Okay, kiss McPherson goodbye," Pete said a day later, working the kinks of the mission out of his neck. He looked at Myka. "Literally, in your case."
"There was no tongue! My aunt's kissed me harder than that."
"Yeah, right. 'Oh, Mr. McPherson, let's celebrate.' Where'd you learn to seduce people?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
"You did look like a 19th-century Angelina Jolie at the time."
Myka stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hey," Pete said, "speaking of our unsolved mystery, any idea why H.G. didn't kill us? You'd think someone would have to be pretty gangsta to get bronzed, but she left us for the cleaning lady to find."
"Maybe she was just in a good mood," Myka said, working her hand into her pocket. She knew she should turn the glove back in, wash it off, but maybe it could get misplaced.
There was no harm having a memento of her one time being naughty, which she would never, ever repeat.
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This background also nicely explains why H.G. looked so thrilled be shoved up against a wall by Myka in "For the Team".
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This was AWESOME!
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I can't wait to see the other times as well.
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Can't wait for the rest
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5 times Part 1
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