Title: Vox Humana
Authors: h-bomba & lonejaguar
Rating: M
Summary: It's Bo's turn to feel the Morrigan's wrath but Team Human has something to say about that.
Author's Notes: The third part of a trilogy. You should probably read The Human Condition (pt 1) and Inhuman Conditions (pt 2) first. This is an alternate arc for Season 4.
"It's hard to beat up a person who never gives up." - Babe Ruth
The Camaro creaked as it pulled off the road and through the fenced gate that led to the clubhouse. Bo leaned back in the seat, her head falling against the worn leather headrest.
"Thank god that's over."
Lauren smirked and looked away from the file in her lap. They returned from the outskirts of town where a Hayra lived that was suspected of several Fae related crimes. With no hard evidence, Bo was tasked with finding what she needed to pin him for the Light. "It wasn't that bad."
"Okay, next time you can wrestle the alligator man to the ground and I'll take his blood." Bo looked at her companion.
"If only I had paid attention during that Jungle Jeeves marathon." Lauren smiled and recoiled at the playful slap on her arm. "Come on, I'll draw you a bath."
Bo hummed and closed her eyes. "That sounds perfect," she said. "I'll meet you inside."
Lauren gathered the papers in the file and tucked it into the bag that rested between her feet. She stepped out of the car into the cool evening and hoisted her medical bag over her shoulder and closed the door. The couple of the months since the Jubilee at the lake had been a bit of a challenge at first, but Bo and Kenzi had eventually managed to create an extension of the private investigation venture with the addition of Lauren's medical and scientific talents. It meant more cases, more work and of course, more money. Finally Lauren started to feel useful, more than her experiments and encyclopedic knowledge. She was able to leave the confines of the clubhouse and enjoy the travel and the experience, but most of all the satisfaction of helping those in need.
She pushed the door open, suddenly feeling the hunger she'd been ignoring all day. The smell of fresh pizza stirred the rumble in her stomach and Lauren smiled. Kenzi was home. She might not be able to make a bowl of soup, but Kenzi could order pizza like no other.
"Oh Kenzi, thank god you wouldn't believe…"
Lauren's voice trailed off as her feet stopped short of the studded wall that lead to the living area in the clubhouse. She blinked twice, unsure the spectacle in front of her was real or imagined. Kenzi was pressed against the edge of the kitchen sink, her hands moving under the unmistakable blazer as Hale's lips left hers and kissed along her throat. Lauren and Kenzi's eyes met just as the heavy medical bag dropped to the floor.
"Oh my god, Lauren!" Kenzi exclaimed, pushing Hale away and moving quickly out from under him. "How's my favorite human roomie slash Fae doctor who is looking so beautiful tonight." Lauren blinked her response and Kenzi grabbed her forearms. "I thought you'd be gone all night dealing with crocodile man," she said.
"It was an alligator," Lauren corrected, still lost in the revelation. She looked at Hale who raised his hand in a sheepish greeting. "What…"
"Doc, I need you to focus." Kenzi shook Lauren gently as Bo pushed the door open. "Please don't tell Bo," she whispered.
Lauren blinked again, the event finally registering in her brain. "Kenzi," she started, looking back at the door.
"You ordered pizza," Bo said, dragging herself inside. "Bless you, Kenzi. Hey Hale, what are you doing here?" She stepped past Lauren, her hand squeezing her arm. Lauren smiled and looked pointedly at Kenzi once Bo's back was in view. Kenzi mouthed 'please,' and clasped her hands together in mock prayer. Lauren rolled her eyes and picked up her bag again before walking over to the desk in the corner.
"Ah," Hale stumbled. "I was just trying to help out with the alligator man, but you guys clearly have it all settled." He made his way to the door. "See you later, Kenzi-uh, Lauren… Bo." He nodded at each of the women and disappeared out the door.
"What's his problem?" Bo asked, her mouth half full of cheese.
The small television speakers rumbled the clubhouse hours later. They were halfway through a movie when Bo excused herself to the washroom. When she was gone, Kenzi slid off the chair and set upon Lauren.
Kenzi kneeled in front of the couch. "I'm serious. Peeps are not ready to hear this news." Lauren was torn with indecision and Kenzi was reading every pinprick of weakness on her face. "Human to human, please don't out my Fae relationship."
"I can't lie to Bo."
Kenzi made a face and sprawled into the arm chair beside the couch. "You're seriously going there?"
Lauren sighed. "Anymore."
"Just don't volunteer it. She'll never guess on her own."
"She's not that oblivious."
"I'm her BFF and yes, she is."
"Fine." Lauren sighed. "But if she asks me-"
Bo clomped down the stairs noisily, interrupting the conversation. "What'd I miss?" she asked when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
Kenzi and Lauren looked at one another. "Nothing."
It was the splintering wood of the front door being kicked open and the booming steps of an intruder that roused Bo. Her eyes fell on the empty expanse of bed beside her. A teapot's whistling was building with the energy in the clubhouse. Her feet hit the floor silently as she slipped into her kimono and tip toed down the stairs quickly.
Bo heard Lauren's voice and began to unsheathe her knife. "Why are you here?"
On the third step, she saw him. The Hayra, an alligator Fae - the alligator Fae that they had tangled with earlier. He lumbered into the living room, taunting Lauren.
"I'm here to even the score, human," he snarled. He followed her as she side stepped back behind the desk. His footsteps squished on the floor and Bo took a quick glance at his muddied feet and clothes. He looked just like how they left him, unconscious in the marsh they found him in.
Lauren stood frozen in panic as the Hayra scanned the area until his yellow eyes fell on her. Bo stepped gingerly down the stairs, watching the scene develop.
"It's simple. You take my blood," he started again. "I take yours." He flexed his scaly hands, smiling at her, his broken and pointed teeth gleaming in the dim light. He squeezed her face with his sticky paw, scratching her cheek with a claw as he went. With a hand on each arm, he threw Lauren the few feet onto the coffee table, splintering it as she fell to the floor. She coughed, wiping the blood from her cheek. The Hayra laughed, low and menacing as Lauren pulled herself to her feet, bracing herself on the edge of the sofa.
"Not so tough when there's no Succubus to protect you, hey?" He was moving toward Lauren, cracking his knuckles as he went. "I love putting humans in their place."
"Guess again, you glorified iguana," Bo moved in from the rear, scraping her knife against the Hayra's scaly throat. She smiled. A dragging noise caused Bo to pause but it wasn't until the muddy and crusty tail swept her legs out from under her that Bo knew the origin of the sound.
Lauren dodged his first swing. It was a wide swipe that left him open for a split second and Lauren countered with a swift punch to his chest. She stumbled toward Bo but the booming footsteps followed too closely. She spun to face her attacker who snarled at her as Bo clambered to her feet behind her. "This will only hurt for a second," he said through gnashed teeth, spitting as he spoke.
Bo was on her feet, her knife, however, was across the room and Lauren was being lifted by her shoulders and thrown away like a rag doll. Bo could hear her coughing and gasping for air as she rushed to her feet in the kitchen. The Hayra was hungry for more, lurching toward Lauren.
She hurried to retrieve her weapon and advanced on the Hayra once again. And then it happened. Lauren picked up a can of cooking spray. She had bypassed the cast iron pan on the stove, a perfectly good kettle still screaming as their fight raged on and a number of knives went overlooked.
"Gonna cook me something?" He growled as he loomed over Lauren.
She lunged for the drawer in the island, reaching into it and retrieving a barbeque lighter.
Lauren pointed the cooking spray at the Fae and when she lifted the lighter, he started to laugh at her. She smiled as she put the two together and the can became an instant flamethrower. The flames engulfed the Hayra and he staggered backwards, holding his face as he ran out the front door.
Lauren slammed the can of cooking spray down onto the counter and tossed the barbeque lighter away. "In a manner of speaking," the bravado in her voice stirred something in Bo.
"What the hell was that?" Bo said as she approached her.
"Apparently he didn't like my bedside manner."
"Who brought barbeque?" Kenzi rubbed her eyes sleepily, emerging from her bedroom.
Bo glanced at Kenzi while she sheathed her dagger and moved to Lauren's side. "Are you okay?" she asked, touching the cut on her cheek.
"Yeah," Lauren replied. She sounded almost surprised. "I'm fine."
Kenzi sighed audibly. "So there's no barbeque?"
"Go back to bed, Kenzi," Lauren said, but her eyes didn't leave Bo. Kenzi turned with a sigh and disappeared around the corner.
Bo wrapped her arms around Lauren and held her close. "So what else do you know?" she asked. "Are you part of some secret society?"
Lauren hummed, kissing Bo's chin. "Maybe."
Bo was buzzing with sexual energy. Lauren's scent was in her nose, her hair was threaded through her fingers and desire was in her eyes. Lauren smiled knowingly.
"So what were you doing down here, anyway?" Bo squeezed Lauren in her arms.
"I couldn't sleep."
"I see," Bo replied. Her grip tightened. "I could help you with that."
"Really?" Lauren's lips curled. She leaned in and kissed Bo gently, her fingers tracing the length of her neck. Bo's eyes closed, her grip loosening. The intensity she felt in Lauren's kiss was unusual, but not unwelcome. Between that and the spectacle she just witnessed, Bo wasn't sure if she should be concerned or ecstatic. Bo watched Lauren thread the edge of her kimono through her fingers until she pulled it carefully, watching the fabric fall open to view. Bo could feel the burn in the wake of Lauren's gaze as she appraised the expanse of bare skin.
"Well." Bo smiled, squeezing Lauren's waist. "Come to my office, Doctor."
Lauren hadn't ever counted before. They had hypothesized in Med School during a night at a bar, even organized an experiment, but never went through with it. Though she was a scientist, she found the idea too detached to quantify. As if some things didn't need to be tested. And that idea extended almost exclusively to sex.
So when they had raced up the stairs, tearing at each other's clothes; after Bo pushed her onto the bed and crawled over her, she wondered. As she clung to Bo's shoulders minutes later, her legs around her hips, the sudden blindness of orgasm sending her world white, Lauren knew this was the fastest she'd ever come in her life. She'd hardly even thought about it.
That was what was different. Lauren felt the euphoria coursing through her, sending every nerve ending a steady stream of arousal. She breathed into Bo's ear as she caught her breath, hearing the low growl in her chest as her hand pushed between them. When Bo started to move to the side, Lauren wrapped an arm around her and held her still. After a little extra push, Lauren felt her give in. She smiled against Bo's ear.
"You're not going anywhere."
The playful frustration in Bo's voice made Lauren chuckle as she moved, but the desperation in Lauren's ear drove her forward, her own breath falling out of cadence. With Bo, it wasn't just the beauty that took hold of her, or even her touch, but the sounds she made were just as captivating. And when Bo's hips pushed against her, Lauren's arm steeled around her waist, her fingers drawing the moan from Bo's throat. She waited then for that moment, usually just before release washed over her, when Bo's impassioned pleas in Lauren's ear made her groan. It was intoxicating and it was all she ever wanted to hear again.
But there was no afterglow. Lauren smirked at Bo when her eyes opened again, flashing her trademarked sapphire before claiming Lauren's mouth. The kiss was encompassing and it sent her spiraling into the uncontrollable desire she had only felt while under influence of Bo's thrall. But there was no thrall this time. Bo rolled to her side without interruption, taking Lauren's wrist in her hand and pulling her across her body. Their lips met again in a rushed and fiery kiss that Lauren couldn't get enough of. She pushed her fingers passed Bo's ear and into her hair, relishing the caress of Bo's hands along her back. It wasn't until one dipped between her legs that Lauren pulled away, her forehead falling to Bo's shoulder.
There was a whisper in her ear, but she couldn't hear it beyond the roar of sex in her head. There was nothing else she could think about but the woman beneath her and the release that hovered in the background, nothing else she wanted, nothing else she cared about. And when she felt Bo push into her, she lost whatever clarity she had left and fell victim to the surging desire inside her. Her body burned as Bo waited to move, every muscle quivering. This was Bo at her finest; holding Lauren captive with just the tip of her finger and Lauren threw herself in willingly every time.
Bo's breath was hot against her neck, her lips leaving a trail to her jaw. Another whisper in Lauren's ear - this one she heard - and her hips dropped. Fingers dug into the sheets on either side of Bo as she moved, a frantic meeting of their bodies building the tension inside her. The impassioned pleas were Lauren's now, her body responding to every touch, losing herself to the overwhelming need she felt. She couldn't help the whimper in Bo's ear as she felt herself nearing the edge, but it only spurred her on, faster, harder and before she knew it, she was falling over that edge, her fists pushing into the mattress.
Lauren lifted herself on shaking arms and took her time along an invisible trail from Bo's throat, to her navel, to her hips, stilling the moment she arrived between her legs. She could feel the tension in Bo when she took a second too long appreciating her luck, her breath teasing. The air around them nearly vibrated as Bo waited, her body clearly not as patient as her will.
The slow burn was Lauren's favorite. Partly because the payoff was unrivaled, but mostly because the challenge was irresistible. Sometimes it was hard to slow Bo down between the sheets and there were few things that distracted her. Lauren tended to use that focused dedication to her advantage, reacting before Bo could act, kissing her first, touching her first.
For the simple human she was, Lauren still couldn't believe that she could hold one of the most powerful Fae at her mercy. Every sigh, every hum and moan was the fuel to the fire inside her and Lauren consumed every sound like it meant life or death. She didn't dare stop. The push of Bo's hips tempted, her fingers tangled in her hair, but Lauren didn't give in this time, pushing Bo to the edge and pulling her back again, over and over. Bo groaned in frustration, her fingers flexing, impatient and desperate. The control was empowering, arousing even. And when Lauren finally did give Bo what she wanted, she did so with a level of controlled obsession that she only recognized from her fantasies.
Lauren's name lingered on Bo's lips as she came, clutching the sheets with one hand and steeling her grip on Lauren's hand with the other. Hips danced against her, stealing every moment Lauren was willing to give until she crawled up Bo's body and was pulled into a kiss she wasn't sure she'd recover from.
Bo smiled when they parted, her chest rising and falling with effort. "That was," she breathed. "I mean, that time..." Bo chuckled at her own inability to speak. "What's gotten into you?"
"I don't know," Lauren murmured her way from Bo's ear to her shoulder. "Adrenaline from the fight?" From her shoulder to her chest. "New lease on life?" Before her mouth covered Bo's breast, she asked: "Ready for more?"
Bo arched from the bed, a quiet roar developing in her throat. "Hell, yes."