1. Leena

Myka found Helena in the laundry at Leena's, just finishing putting a load in. She walked behind her, putting her arms around her lover's waist and pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Hi."

Helena's mouth curved into a smile. "Hello, darling." She pressed the start button on the machine and leaned back in Myka's embrace. "What is on your mind?"

Myka leaned forward to whisper in Helena's ear. "I was wondering how hard you would come if I fucked you on the washing machine while it was on vibrate?" She smirked as she felt the shudder go through Helena's body.

"Don't tease, love." Helena's breathing deepened, and she watched Myka's hand slip underneath the hem of her shirt.

"I'm not teasing." Myka's hand starting making slow circles over Helena's abdomen. "I'm just letting you know in advance that I'm about to test my theory."

She spun Helena around in her arms and took her lips in an intense kiss. The author moaned and fisted her hands in Myka's curls as the agent deepened the kiss, moaning as their tongues met and stroked each other.

Myka lifted Helena to sit on the washing machine and pulled up Helena's shirt, smirking when she realized Helena wasn't wearing a bra. "I like this thinking ahead initiative, Agent Wells." She bent down and took a dusky nipple into her mouth, smirking at the indecent moan falling from Helena's lips.

Helena's hands fisted themselves in Myka's curls, holding her lover tightly to her chest. Arousal shot through her and she moved closer to the edge of the washing machine.

Myka took the hint and pulled back, swiftly pulling off Helena's pants and underwear. She quickly returned to her feast of Helena's breasts as the author wrapped her legs tightly around Myka's waist.

"God you taste good," Myka murmured, trailing kisses down Helena's abdomen.

Helena arched her body closer to Myka, aching for her to get on with it. Myka smirked against Helena's skin and ran her fingers up the insides of her lover's thighs.

"You're a tease, Agent Bering."

"Takes one to know one, Agent Wells."

With that, Myka dove in and ran her tongue over Helena's tangy wetness. Helena's hips jack-knifed up at the contact, and Myka quickly put her hands on Helena's thighs, holding her down against the washing machine.

"God, darling…so good," Helena closed her eyes, one hand supporting her against the washing machine, the other tangled in Myka's hair.

"It's going to get better," Myka whispered, before running her tongue around Helena's clit. She felt the vibrations of the washing machine begin and she thrust two fingers deep inside her lover.

"Myka…" Helena could feel the vibrations of the machine shooting straight to her clit, as Myka's warm tongue made increasingly tight circles and her fingers filled Helena to the brim. "Oh god…"

Myka hooked her fingers and dragged them over the spongy patch and she began to suck hard on Helena's clit. The author came with a loud yell of Myka's name, just at the same time that Leena opened the door.

Leena's eyes widened and she quickly left, closing the door behind her. Helena's eyes flew open and she looked down at Myka, who was licking her fingers.

"Myka, was that someone at the door? Did you lock the door?"

Myka glanced at her. "I didn't hear anything, but then again I had your thighs around my ears and you yelled my name."

Helena lay back against the wall behind the washing machine, trying to get her breath back. Myka stood and bent down, kissing her deeply.

"Was that good? How did my theory pan out?"

Helena smiled. "Darling, your theory was excellent."

Myka smiled like she'd just gotten an 'a' on a paper, and she helped Helena clean up. As they left the room, they found Leena lurking in the hallway. She sent them a look.

Helena glanced at Myka, who was blushing. "It's alright, Leena, dear. Myka was just conducting an experiment. She got an 'a'."

Leena watched the two of them leave and rolled her eyes. "You two need to carry a do not disturb sign with you everywhere you go."