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CONTACT: LostValksy AT gmail DOT com
TIMELINE: This story takes place after season 2, written before season 3.
Abyss
by Valksy
Crowing to herself in pleasure, the slight Russian girl posed in front of Bo's mirror, turning this way and that in admiration. Kenzi hummed her own approval at how her new boots made her legs seem so long and shapely, her magpie eyes drawn to elaborate polished chrome buckles, studs and zippers.
"Are you ready?" Bo asked as she leaned close to the mirror to check her eyeliner.
Kenzi dragged her attention away from herself and studied her best friend carefully. Bo's stress was evident to experienced eyes; a mild crease forming on her brow and her mouth a harsh and narrowed line. Bo's hunger was etched all over her beautiful face and vibrating from her in the form of nervous energy.
Kenzi saw the predatory need within Bo to seek prey and feed and knew that Bo would fight as long and as hard as she could, testing her limits and stretching them to fracturing point. Jokes about lucky boots and getting lucky boots faded on Kenzi's tongue. Bo's stoic nature drove her to conceal her torment, the pain that she faced, the inevitability of her appetite. Despite everything that they had endured, Bo still strived to keep her burden to herself.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Kenzi agreed.
"You both look great." Comfortable and at ease, Lauren leaned against the bedroom doorframe. "I got tired of waiting downstairs. Why do women take so long?" A crooked, easygoing and lively grin graced Lauren's features.
"You ruined it," Kenzi mock-grumbled, theatrically sighing and rolling her eyes before jutting out a hip. "We were going to catwalk for you. Patience is a virtue you know."
Kenzi's prim expression, as well as her appeal to virtue, brightened Lauren's smile and brought a reluctant huff of laughter from Bo.
Lauren made a show of looking over both women from head to toe. They had chosen dark shades and form-fitting fabrics that ably displayed Kenzi's lean physique and Bo's luxurious curves and trim waist. Dressed for a night out, Kenzi's chic industrial gothic style contrasted with Bo's natural sensuality. Lauren noted that Bo was wearing a top with a plunging neckline beneath her leather jacket, her knee-high boots and short skirt revealed smooth thighs.
Aware of her lover's scrutiny, Bo squirmed uneasily at her own display of overt sexuality, as if there could be any doubt of her intention for the evening. Bo battled the urge to reach for the zipper of her jacket and cover herself.
The quick-witted doctor watched doubt and conflict play across Bo's unguarded features. Warmed by Bo's nature, so honest and pure in a world of half-truths and secrecy, Lauren recognized the vulnerability that Bo had spent years armoring herself against. Eager to chase away the shadows and offer some of her own belief to Bo, Lauren joined her at the mirror.
Practical fingers softly brushed Bo's cheek before sliding beneath her chin and directing Bo to lift her head with a subtle touch. Lauren waited for Bo to yield and reluctantly meet her gaze, greeting Bo's questioning suspicion with affection and trust. Keeping Bo's chin cupped in her hand, Lauren used the other to release the binding that restrained long lush hair and teased away the braiding. Lauren allowed cool, glossy strands to slide through her fingers, listening as Bo released a soft sigh at the caress.
"Never apologize for who you are, Bo." Lauren spoke softly and clearly, seeking to be a strong voice against Bo's wounds.
Lauren steeled herself to set aside her reason and listen instead to her heart as well as her instinct to offer a lifeline to stop Bo from falling into despair.. The kindhearted doctor knew that, whatever clever words she could use, however she argued her point and offered comfort and guidance, Bo's impulse would be to resist. Lauren released her careful inhibitions and let her body speak.
Lauren drew Bo to her and brushed a light kiss against her lips, sweet and chaste. Once sure that she would not be rejected, Lauren leaned closer and kissed Bo's sternly set mouth again.
"Never say sorry, Bo," Lauren whispered, her voice dropping to a sultry and sensual timbre. The honey-haired woman offered herself to her lover, body pressed firmly against body. Lauren licked Bo's bottom lip briefly before sealing her mouth to Bo's once more for a cherished kiss.
Bo moaned quietly, the sound resonating from deep within her chest and exhaled against Lauren's cheek. At Lauren's gentle inquiry, Bo parted her lips and savored the taste of her mouth.
The two women kissed slowly and deeply, sucking and nibbling at one another's lips, sharing breaths and soft sounds of pleasure. Bo languidly draped her arms over Lauren's shoulders. In return, Lauren dropped her hands to Bo's waist, before sliding them beneath Bo's leather jacket to cruise her sleek muscular back and then glide lower to palm her firm backside.
Panting softly, her mouth already feeling kiss-bruised from Bo's fledgling hunger, Lauren leaned back on her heels to break away. The blonde's eyes danced with animated good humor as Bo smoldered for her, dark and brooding desire seething from the succubus and projecting her lust. Lauren stood her ground against the profound longing to melt for Bo, to take her hand and plead with her to stay.
The human faced her Fae lover and squared her jaw as she summoned her strength. "Go," Lauren said patiently. "I'm heading back to my apartment to do some work. If you want to join me later, let yourself in, you know the door code." Lauren sounded each word with care and precision, tapping into well-practiced and formidable reserves of balanced composure. "If you want to go home and sleep it off, that's fine too. I will see you tomorrow."
Bo tilted her head curiously as Lauren spoke, searching her face for the censure and reproach which Bo's experience had told her would inevitably come. Lauren's heart ached for her lover's anticipation of abandonment and betrayal, how uncompromising kindness seemed to confound her.
"Go on," Lauren repeated. The doctor's dark eyes drifted to Kenzi's glacial blue, searching for support. "I won't wait up. It's all right, no apologies, Bo."
Kenzi grasped Bo's arm and prompted her to follow, alert to Bo's disorientation and taking control. The small thief caught a brief flash of gratitude from Lauren, enough for Kenzi to see but too discrete for Bo to notice. Kenzi responded with a curious and questioning glance as she guided Bo to the door, her eyebrows raised high as distrust radiated unapologetically from her.
Steeling herself to not be wounded by Kenzi's skepticism, and certain that Bo would not see through her own disturbance, Lauren lifted her chin and dared the younger woman to offer a challenge.
Lauren waited for the gruff engine rumble of Bo's decrepit car to depart before she allowed her courage to fail her. Lauren's knees buckled as her strength and resolve collapsed and she slouched to the edge of Bo's bed. One elegant hand covered her mouth to restrain agonized gasping breaths, the other fell to the bed sheet beneath her. The memory of cool satin against her bared skin, caressing her back and draping her hips as she made love to Bo, offered no consolation.
Lauren closed her eyes tightly and coached herself to take deep steadying breaths, relying on habits which were long-formed and well-established, to manage and contain her distress. Years of practice had schooled her to manage and accept her pain as best she could. Her natural stoicism refused to let Lauren bow her head and cry for herself or for Bo.