'Kenzi!' Bo called, dropping a bag of groceries on the Crack Shack's grimy kitchen counter. 'Are you up yet? I just found the most kick-ass black leather jacket at the thrift shop. And it was only ten bucks!'

Bo paused. Silence. '...Kenz?'

'Urrrggh...' came an irritated reply from the sofa. 'Don't you already own like four million leather jackets?'

Bo frowned as she walked into the living room. 'Since when are you not excited about clothes?' she asked, standing in front of the sofa, arms crossed. Kenzi was curled up in a ball, hair askew and still in her pyjamas.

The younger girl grimaced, scrunching her face. 'Since a bunch of goblins started waging a vicious, bloody battle with axes and daggers in my uterus!' Kenzi wrapped her arms tighter around her stomach and made a small moaning sound.

Bo's face, which had been mid-smile at Kenzi's graphic womb imagery, grew concerned. 'Oh honey,' she said gently, settling on the sofa next to her friend. 'That sucks... Come here.' Bo held her arms open and Kenzi unfurled her body to climb gingerly into Bo's lap, sitting side-saddle so her feet rested on the sofa next to Bo.

Bo wrapped her arms around Kenzi and gently rubbed small circles into her back. The younger girl was tense, and her forehead against Bo's collarbone was clammy. 'The goblins are bad this month, huh?' Bo asked.

'So bad', Kenzi groaned. 'D'you reckon the Doc could mix me up some some magical cure for PMS?'

Bo smiled. 'I think if Lauren had a cure for that she'd be the richest doctor in the country.' A though occurred to her.

'Wait - I might have something that could help.'

'Bo', Kenzi said through gritted teeth, 'If that 'something' is the vodka stashed under your bed, don't bother. I already tried that.'

Bo rolled her eyes. 'No - shhhh. Just let me do something.' She slid her hands down to rest on Kenzi's lower back, under the hem of her pyjama top, and pressed gently. Taking a deep breath, Bo concentrated on her palms and fingertips, which tingled as she pushed warm, soothing energy into Kenzi's tightly wound muscles. It only took a few seconds of the succubus' touch before Kenzi began to relax, her eyes closing as she sank limply against Bo's chest. She exhaled slowly, a small smile on her face. 'That is aH-mayz-ing, Bo Bo. Like totes freakin' amaze-balls. I feel so much better.'

'Good', smiled Bo, glad her powers had another use besides seducing waitresses into waiving the check. She kept radiating the warm, pain-relieving energy through Kenzi's back to her abdomen, absentmindedly stroking her hands across the younger girl's skin.

Kenzi had gone peacefully limp in her arms, but suddenly she tensed up again and reached for Bo's hands to draw them away from her skin. 'What's wrong?' Bo asked, looking concernedly at Kenzi's face. 'Did I hurt you?'

'I'm fine,' Kenzi reassured her quickly. 'But I feel a sudden urge to make out with you. Like, a lot. You gotz some magical hands, woman.'

Bo smiled. 'I've got skills.' She slid her hands away from Kenzi and rested them at her sides. 'But I wouldn't want to make things confusing for you, so no more magic hands. Glad you're feeling better.'

Kenzi slid out of Bo's arms and bounced off the sofa. 'So much better. Thanks.' She grinned at her friend. 'Now come and show me this bitchin' thrift store jacket!'