So I basically wrote something to counteract my angst over the season finale. Smut is always the best way to do that. I realize the plot is something that's been done before, but I just needed to write something out. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned them, they would have way more fun.

Helena was lying on her bed, cloaked in darkness. As she absorbed the shadows of the room, her thoughts wandered to the woman slumbering just down the hall. She was probably tangled up in her sheets, hair a wild nest of curls. Chest rising and falling evenly, camisole having shifted while sleeping to show the tops of her breasts…

This would often happen. She would try to keep herself busy in the Warehouse or work on an invention in attempt to stop herself. Helena knew her feelings would never lead to anything, and her mind was apparently determined to torture her because of it. She would shake her raven head to dispel the ideas, but then curly locks and creamy skin would force themselves to the forefront.

It was incredibly distressing.

Helena turned onto her side, wanting these contemplations to stop. They only grew worse at the thought of Myka in her arms, her gentle breaths causing Helena's chest to tingle.

It was moments like this that caused the inventor to curse her colorful imagination.

She flopped onto her back with a sigh of frustration. Nothing could be done to help her stop except for two things: Time to allow her feelings to fade (which would probably never come to pass), or talk to Myka. The second option sounded horribly embarrassing.

Helena immediately dismissed this option knowing it would not end well for either of them. It was not that she didn't want to pursue something with a woman. Even in Victorian London, she had been more progressive than others in regards to sexuality. It was that Myka had only ever spoken about her male lovers. She never seemed to show a specific interest in Helena, at least not in the same way. The agent obviously cared for her, but it could never be more than friendship.

No matter what, Helena didn't want to loose her. Myka was the only thing that was keeping her attached to this bizarre new world besides the warehouse. If it meant keeping her at arms length, then so be it.

"…Helena!"

The inventor blinked in surprise and turned towards the speaker. Her gaze met concerned green eyes. "Yes, darling?"

Myka tilted her head quizzically. It was unbearably adorable. "Are you alright? I said your name about four times."

"I'm terribly sorry. I was just thinking," Helena said with a forced smile. It was getting harder and harder to speak to the curly-haired woman without making her feelings apparent.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Myka said honestly. Her statement caused the time traveler's chest to tighten. If only it were that simple.

The corners of Helena's lips lifted. "Of course. This is merely a result of my lack of sleep. I'll be fine after my cup of tea."

The agent was apparently not convinced. She paused for a moment, obviously trying to figure out what was wrong with the inventor. After a few seconds, Myka replied, "Why don't I help you make that?"

This was the curly-haired woman's way of trying to speak to Helena without everyone else eavesdropping on their conversation. Unfortunately there was no way of getting out of it without appearing suspicious in Myka's eyes. She inwardly sighed and accepted the invitation.

They walked into the kitchen, both completely silent. Eventually Myka turned to Helena with her eyebrows drawn together in thought. "I'm worried about you," she finally said.

"What makes you worried, dear?" Was the inventor's reply.

"I don't know. It just…It just seems like you're having trouble adjusting. Whenever we plan a family night, you try to get out of it. Besides work, you generally avoid everyone."

Helena thought of the fact that she was only avoiding one person. She brought her hand to her locket, thankful for the distraction. Her mind sifted through different ways to not answer the agent. "I-"

It was that moment Pete made his entrance, path obviously pointed towards the freshly made cookies. It startled both women out of their concentration. Myka let her gaze linger on his back, contempt clear on her beautiful face. When Pete turned and looked at her obviously angry expression, he shrugged his shoulders. "What?" he said around a mouthful of chocolate chip.

Helena took the opportunity. "I believe I am going to attempt to recover those lost hours of sleep. Please excuse me," came her muttered response. She exited the kitchen hastily, wanting to distance herself from their conversation and the object of her desires.

It was only a few minutes before the time traveler heard a gentle knock on her door. She truly did not wish to continue their earlier talk, but she also did not wish to alienate Myka further.

Helena opened the door and immediately stepped to the side to allow the curly-haired woman to enter. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, unable to look into Myka's concerned gaze.

She closed the door and leaned against it. Even with the space between them, it still was too close. Helena suddenly felt the urge to run her fingers down the agent's smooth arms and repressed it quickly. It would definitely be the fastest way to get her to leave.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Myka said unexpectedly. Helena's dark eyes flicked up to meet the curly-haired woman's powerful gaze. The inventor shifted uncomfortably under its strength.

"That is nonsense, darling. Why would I ever feel the need to avoid you?" said Helena, trying to keep an open expression.

"That's bullshit."

The raven-haired woman's eyes widened in surprise. She had never heard Myka use such vulgar language. She couldn't decide if it was unbecoming or sexy. "Myka?"

The agent sat down on the bed and motioned for Helena to join her. Helena hesitated, then complied. She made an attempt to put some distance between herself and Myka, but the curly-haired woman slid subtly closer. She took the inventor's hand in her own.

"Is there something you're trying to keep from happening? Because you are not doing a very good job," Myka said softly.

It took Helena's brain a few seconds to process what was going on. When she finally comprehended, confusion settled on her features. There was no possible way this was happening.

"What do you mean?" Helena asked.

Myka smiled. "You know, you can be awfully dense for one of the greatest minds of your generation."

At this the time traveler chuckled and tightened her hold on Myka's hand. "It takes a great amount of effort, I assure you."

The curly-haired woman drank in the sound of her laughter. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Helena looked away rather shyly. It was unexpected for her to feel this way since the situation was usually reversed. She turned her gaze back to sparkling emeralds. "Not nearly as beautiful as you."

Myka chose to respond with the soft caress of her lips. The simple touch caused Helena's senses to explode. She did not try to deepen the kiss, letting Myka take the lead. Soon the inventor felt Myka's tongue pressing against her lips, asking for entrance. Helena complied with a soft sigh. Her fingers traveled from Myka's hands to the small of her back, causing their bodies to press up against each other. The agent sighed at the contact and pulled Helena closer.

Helena began to run her hands under Myka's shirt, but there was a lingering hesitation. She pulled away to look into green eyes. "Are you sure, darling? I would not want to force you into anything you were not ready for."

Myka's look of desire caused the inventor's breath to catch in her throat. A sultry smirk touched her lips as she curled her fingers around Helena's jaw. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Myka pulled the raven-haired woman to her lips, their tongues touching each other with newfound confidence. She slowly eased Helena to lie back on the bed, swinging her leg around to straddle her hips. Helena looked up at her with amusement.

"What?" Myka asked with an innocent expression.

Helena smiled. "I just never expected you to be this forward. I suppose I thought you would be more…"

She paused as the agent made a slow trail of kisses up her neck to her ear, taking the lobe and biting gently. Helena gasped in response. "More what?" Myka whispered hotly in her ear.

Helena shivered. "Shy," She said shakily.

Myka ran her hands up the inventor's stomach before settling at the top button of her shirt. She began to unbutton them with painful patience, drinking in every new inch of alabaster skin revealed. Helena's heart was pounding in her chest, and from the smile on the gorgeous face above her, Myka enjoyed it.

When she had finished with her shirt, she pushed it off and threw it to the floor unceremoniously. Myka's eyes were glued to the black lace bra in front of her. She traced her fingers over the silk, feeling the strain of Helena's nipples underneath. She hastily reached behind and unclasped the bra, wanting nothing more to see the breasts of this stunning woman. She pulled the bra off and looked at the beautiful mounds before her. Her nipples were hard peaks, obviously wanting Myka's attention.

As Myka took them into her hands, Helena sighed with pleasure. When she pinched her nipples lightly, Helena couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat. It was already getting too much to bear. A hundred years in bronze had not helped her stamina. Helena could already feel the heat gathering in her belly, alerting her of her imminent climax.

"Myka," Helena sobbed, "Please."

The curly-haired woman took a peak into her hot mouth, circling it with her tongue. Helena threw her head back against the bed and moaned. She tried to close her thighs to find some amount of friction, but Myka effectively stopped her by placing herself between her legs. Helena was now pinned down completely. The feel of the agent against her center caused her to throb with need.

Myka finally responded. "What do you want, Helena? Tell me."

There was an intensity in her emerald eyes that the inventor had never seen before. It caused a shiver to run through her body. "I want you to take me in whatever way you desire. I'm yours."

A look of affection rose to the surface, but was quickly drowned by a wave of lust. Myka kissed her with purpose, busying her hands with the button and zipper of her jeans. She began to pull them down her legs and stopped at the sight of her lacy underwear. Myka hooked her fingers around the panties and looked up at Helena quizzically. Helena smiled and lifted her hips in response.

Myka pulled them all down at once, pausing on her way back up to appreciate the creamy skin before her. She placed a chaste kiss to Helena's mouth before traveling between her breasts and down her flat stomach with her tongue. She momentarily dipped into her navel and swirled around, enjoying the tiny noises coming from her lover. Helena began to thrust her hips upwards against her control. Myka placed her hands on her thighs to keep her still before continuing her trek to damp curls.

The agent gently pushed her thighs apart, welcoming the sight of Helena's glistening womanhood. She hovered there, memorizing every detail of this glorious woman. Above her, the time-traveler's breaths were coming harder, wanting this delicious torture to end.

Just when she was about to force her hips forward, Myka pressed her lips to her folds. Helena couldn't stop the groan that escaped. The agent flattened her tongue and drew it up her slit. Helena slipped her hand into Myka's curls and bit her lip, not wanting to make a noise that would alert the rest of the house. But when Myka started to flick her tongue over her clit, she knew it would be a losing battle. She let go of her lip and began to moan in time with her thrusts, each more insistent than the last. Myka inserting a finger into her inviting entrance sent her over the edge. Helena held her in place as the agent lapped up the aftershocks. Finally, the inventor settled back against the bed and waited for Myka to clamor back up her body.

Myka laid on top of her lover, enjoying the way their bodies felt together. They kissed each other softly, running the pads of their fingers over smooth skin. Helena pulled away and traced an eyebrow, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream," she whispered.

Myka's answering smile nearly took the inventor's breath away. "If it were, it would be the best dream I've ever had."

Helena laughed quietly before rolling the agent onto her back. She palmed her breasts, delighting as Myka's eyelids fluttered closed.

"It's only going to get better," Helena purred.

What did you guys think? Right now it's a oneshot, but I could write more. Any thoughts?