Author's Note:
Hello everyone! I'm so excited to begin the amazing journey of writing fanfiction! I couldn't be more happy to share this experience with all of you. This short story (at least, for now) is a little something I roped up in a single day, in my free time. Specifically, my first writing of fanfiction. I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it. I'm open to reviews and comments, no matter how small. This may be a single chapter, I'm not 100% sure yet. If it becomes successful, I will not hesitate to continue. There's no set date of when the story begins, because, like I said, I literally just started writing out of the blue. Enjoy!
Exquisite Desires
She was everything that I wanted. That I ached for. Needed. And she had not a single clue, at least before the turnout of tonight.
Bo walked into the Dal Riata a few hours after I did, around sometime in the evening. The chipper best friend was seemingly attached to her side, rambling on about various items of goth clothing. Bo did not seem in any way interested, but tolerated it because of her love for Kenzi. Her eyes scanned around the bar, searching for whatever was on her mind at that moment.
As they passed by the side of the room I was on, her dark chocolate eyes stopped directly on my green ones when they found them. The moment only lasted a few seconds, but a smile formed on her soft face during the short time. I couldn't help but strain against the pull of my heart when I saw her developed expression. It made me happy... too happy. Her mind, her body (damn, that figure), and her soul were aspects that I couldn't seem to get out of my head. She was perfect. She was Bo.
The night at the Dal was mediocre in the "fun" category. In the "sexual tension" category, at least on my part, was through the roof; probably in space by now. Bo managed to stir something in my chest that I didn't know existed, and for some time, it physically and emotionally hurt. Not just because of tonight, but 24/7.
Dyson and I managed to get through quite a few games of pool, and all the while, despite me winning every time, I was completely distracted by Bo's presence. She spent most of the evening at the bar, chatting with Trick and Kenzi. Whenever she would laugh her hand would find its way to her hair and begin twirling the dark strands; an adorable habit. Hale eventually made an appearance, and happily joined the three at the bar after greeting Dyson.
Dyson suddenly made his last shot of the game, the sound of the balls smacking into one another causing my head to shoot back in the direction of the table.
"Ooooooohhhh, would you look at that, Tamsin? How does it feel to lose?" he teased me, looking slightly down (he wasn't THAT much taller), after standing back up from his winning shot. I rolled my eyes at his taunting.
"That was the first one of the night, wolf man. Don't let it go to your head," I said, lightly (but not girly-like) punching his arm. He made a wincing noise, acting as if he was actually in pain.
"I believe you owe me a beer," he responded, crossing his arms across his strong and long chest.
"Whatever," I grumbled, turning to walk to the bar. All of the seats across the counter were taken by various drinkers and Hale, Kenzi, and Bo. It was going to be slightly a struggle to get to Trick to retrieve the wolf's drink. I made eye contact with the old bartender, and, loudly and awkwardly, said:
"Hey, Trick, can you get me a beer?"
Which, confusingly, caught the succubus's attention. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at the speaker, and her eyes, I may be wrong, seemed to glow at the sight of me. Her face was a pleasant, if not fantastic, sight and her expression was comfortably reassuring.
"Hi Tamsin," she smiled at me, my eyes distracted as her lips moved along with the words. They had perfect form and released the greeting with ease. I hadn't realized how long I was staring, and the Blood King interrupted my luscious thoughts.
"Tamsin," he called, my eyes snapping from the woman to the elder. He had the drink raised slightly in his grasp, intending for me to go to retrieve it.
"Oh, uhh... thanks, old man," I stepped forward from the middle of the room and walked up to the bar. My arm unconsciously swung up and reached for the cold, alcoholic drink. Suddenly my arm was stopped by the grip of someone's hand. The touch was warm and comforting, but the sudden movement startled me. I jumped back slightly, and looked over to see the hand belonged to Bo herself. She had a serious look on her face, no smile, and her brows were slightly furrowed. I must've looked quite surprised because she noticed her sternness and her face relaxed into a small smile.
"I've got it, Tamsin," Bo spoke, looking up at me. She turned away, toward Trick, and removed her touch. The area on my arm tingled with a strange yet pleasant sensation. I couldn't remove me eyes from her face. My arm fell to my side, and if anyone looked at me they would've thought I looked like a lovestruck teenage boy; I sure felt like one. I shook my head and regained my thoughts. Had that gesture meant anything? Or am I just over-thinking a simple act of kindness?
Bo had grasped the beer from Trick's hold and, unexpectedly, brought the drink directly to her lips. I couldn't help but release a short gasp at the surprising behavior, and Bo's mouth curled up on one of the sides. She turned to look at me and her eyes had a clear, intimidating look in them. Not intimidating, animalistic. She was trying to set her dominance. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't even my beverage.
"Mmmmm..." the quiet yet noticeable moan vibrated in Bo's neck and she closed her eyes as the drink entered her mouth. It seemed to be a quick sip, but she managed to get a nice swallow of the beer. The glass moved away from her mouth, appearing to resemble her satisfaction. "Delicious," she half-whispered, baring her eyes into mine. One of my ridiculous eyebrows raised, not to my intention, but I let it happen.
"Finished?" I spoke to her, acting as though I wasn't phased by her act of slight seductiveness. Inside, I barely had enough self-control to keep myself from straddling her right then and there at the bar. It was good that I had said something, instead of DONE something.
Bo apparently wasn't going to give up her position that easily, which I should have known.
"Tell me, detective," she purred, now glancing up and down my unintentionally awkward stance. I shifted uncomfortably, although I was more uncomfortable with the fact that my face was burning with desire, not her prying eyes. "Is that a new jacket?"
I blinked repeatedly at the casual question. Suddenly the sexual tension causing my breath to catch had vanished, and I was left staring into her face, as though disappointed. My face had cooled back to it's normalcy and I was breathing regularly, as usual. Bo hadn't flinched and was waiting surprisingly patiently for my response.
"No?" I croaked, still apparently in somewhat of a trance mentally, not physically.
"Well I like it," Bo smiled. "A lot, actually. You should wear it more often," I quickly yet subtly shoved my sweaty hands deep in the pockets of the clothing of conversation. "Hugs you in all of the right places,"
Wait, what?
My eyes flew at light-speed back to hers and dug into them. Not with hate, not with anger, but with none other than lust. Bo could definitely read my expression, and thankfully, because I, for once, did not try to hide my want for her. She reached her empty hand down, down, down...
To my hand. She pulled it out of the pocket it was so snugly fitted into, and pulled it towards her. My breath was becoming harder and harder to maintain again and my forehead began to sweat. Only from just one gesture. Was I this easily distracted? I couldn't have been.
Suddenly something cold and wet was in my grip. Shit, not what I was expecting.
"Your beer," Bo said, slightly with disappointment, yet she smiled moderately at my face. It couldn't be this easily simple. I had no idea what this was supposed to mean. I would've smiled at her but I couldn't help but feel as though that wouldn't have been enough. I definitely wanted to.
"Thanks," I said, turning around quickly. I needed to think. Had I done something wrong? Wait, why does that matter. We weren't nearly even dating, why would she care.
When I finally reached the pool table, Dyson turned to greet me with whatever words floated out of his mouth (I wasn't really paying attention).
"Hey, Tam-" Oof. I practically shoved the drink into his hands, not stopping my pace. I walked right past him, rudely leaving him alone yet again at the table. I turned my head, not to make eye contact with him, but simply so he could hear my words.
"Bo took a drink from that," I spoke from afar, for whatever reason at all. I had to get some air. Get some relaxation and time to pull myself together. I should NOT be this emotional. It was sickening. There was absolutely no reason for it at all.
I reached the exit of the Dal, not sure if I was going to be returning or not. Whatever happens, happens. Kind of my motto, I guess.
After pushing the door open a breeze of cool air had brushed past my face. I kept walking out into the parking lot, reaching up to brush the pesky hair out of my eyesight. I hadn't pulled my blonde locks into a bun, which was a sorely wrong decision. No hair band to do so right now, either. Shit.
Reaching my beater of a vehicle, I leaned against the truck and closed my eyes. I breathed in and out, trying to collect the thoughts that were poisoning my mind. Sure, I wanted Bo. Unfortunately, because of the sake of all human and faekind, I was absolutely not the only one. I didn't blame myself for that, either, no matter how much the desire for her burned my heart into tiny little pieces in my chest. She was amazingly beautiful, caring, so very brave, and all of her made her practically unreal. Anyone smart enough to notice those things would be cursed with feelings for the succubus. Those feelings made you happier than ever, yet still making you cringe on the fact that you can't act on them. Can't, or, in my case, won't.
I have always thought of myself as a very stable person. Not from experience, although I sure did have a lot of it, but simply because of the fact that I'm a Valkyrie. No choice in that. We Valkyries have more self-control and, I THOUGHT, stability, than any other living entity. Don't get me wrong, we can put on a heck of a show, but I was in a sinkhole at the moment. How had this single being been so able to crack me open and squash my insides while being clearly oblivious to that fact? Oh, right, because that being was Bo. Is Bo. Will always be Bo, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it.
Frustrated, I opened my eyes and harshly slammed my first into the metal door behind me, causing a surprisingly loud 'bang' at the impact. I winced at the noise I caused, relaxed my hand, and apologetically patted the truck where I had struck it. I blinked once and then stood up, pushing myself off of the vehicle.
Turning and grasping the door handle, I heard a soft slam of a door across the parking lot. I looked over to where the sound came from, but the darkness of the night caused my visibility to appear constricted. I peered across the lot, but shrugged and opened the door to my truck and was just about to hop in and go on my way when a voice struck the silence of the night.
"Hey," a soft tone chimed in my sensitive ears. I knew right away who's voice had just caused my heart to skip a beat and had my hands instantly sweating with unwanted nervousness.
Author's Note:
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