Dy-Bo-Sin:
How could this not be fun to write? This is my first fic, so be nice. There's nothing about Tamsin and Dyson going over the cliff. Bo was on the death train. Massimo did give Kenzi permanent powers (the same ones as in the show, only permanent). DOES NOT GO WITH THE STORY LINE.
Rated M because I will add a XXX chapter for all of our dirty minds if people shoot me reviews to continue writing. Otherwise this will be a one-shot.
Disclaimer: Lost Girl, and all of its awesomeness, is sadly not mine.
Chapter 1:
Bo's POV
In the late afternoon, Bo sits on the couch in the crack shack throwing knives at a mannequin in the corner. Between each thwump of the expertly thrown knives hitting their mark, there is silence. Kenzi had gone off with Vex to "liberate" eyeliner from the mall. So she has nothing better to do, may as well hone her skills. The days she can't remember on the death train still haunt her mind. Everyone keeps looking at her with pity. So she has stayed at home, training to take down whoever took her or might come to get her back.
Dyson has been sniffing around like the protective puppy that he is. She knows he is just worried about her disappearing again. For them it has been months since Bo was gone. With her memory gone it feels like she was gone for the blink of an eye… Like it was all a bad dream and she woke up to a really fucked up reality. Lauren is gone, she packed up and ran when Taft died. Kenzi and Dyson had a thing. Kenzi has pixie powers. It was all a lot to absorb.
"Ugh!" she groans exasperated. "Why the hell can't I remember anything? This is so frustrating!" Another knife goes flying through the air. Thunk. She sighs "Fuck it" and throws the last knife at the immobile target and decides to go to the Dal. If she can't wrap her mind around all of this sober, she may as well start drinking.
As she walks into the Dal she is surrounded by the usual musky bar scent. She sits down at the bar and waves Trick over. When he stands in front of her he looks concerned. "I'm allowed out every now and then. I'm just as safe here as I am at home." She spots Tamsin and Dyson at a pool table and tilts her head in their direction. "See, two fae cops. I'm definitely safer here. Jack and Coke, on the rocks gramps." He shakes his head and gets her the drink. She watches as Tamsin sinks the eight ball and does a small victory dance. A smile pulls on the corner of her mouth. That's cute, she thinks. As she realizes what she's thinking. She can feel her hunger burn, embarrassed that she is staring at the Valkyrie she turns back to the bar and downs her drink.
After three more drinks she starts to feel the effects of the alcohol. "One more Tricky" After he hands her a drink she walks towards the pool table. She focuses a little more than usual on walking in a straight line, she can feel Tricks gaze on her back. Just before she reaches the pool table she stumbles on her own feet. Dang, so close. Dyson reaches out his hand so that she can steady herself. She feels the heat of his touch and looks into his eyes. He blushes as he looks away, trying to control himself. She can see the want in his eyes. Why didn't he tell me he got his love back? She finds it hard to pull her gaze from him. The alcohol and the atmosphere was making her hunger build.
Tamsin clears her throat. "Uh, love birds. We are in the middle of a game and I would rather not lose my lunch. Come on wolf boy, you're up." He releases his hold on Bo's arm and lines up to take his shot. Tamsin moves over to Bo's side to watch. Bo is so hungry she can't help her eyes trailing up and down the other woman's figure as she moves closer. Tamsin notices Bo's eyes flash their tell tale blue as she saunters over. The Valkyrie sways her hips in languid movements all but torturing the succubus who is now nibbling on her bottom lip. Tamsin just sets her arm on a nearby table and leans on it. As she leans Bo notices that the blonde's shirt is showing just the right amount of cleavage.
Bo wrenches her gaze from the blonde's bust and looks back at Dyson. He is bent over the pool table getting ready to take a shot at the eight ball. He looks up and a deep laugh escapes his throat as the ball rolls to the pocket. He looks more excited than usual at his victory. Tamsin stands up straight and walks behind the succubus, running her hand across Bo's shoulder to try and steal the succubus' attention back. She leans down to Bo's ear, pressing her chest lightly against the brunette's shoulder, and whispers "Would you like another drink succulette?" Bo turns to look back at Dyson who is smiling in their direction, and then back to Tamsin. Looking between the two her eyes burn blue and she says "I would rather go home for dessert".
Tamsins POV
Tamsin leans over the pool table aware of Dyson staring at her chest as she does. Why wouldn't he. The only reason she hadn't jumped him already was because he was light and she was dark. Valkyries follow orders, rules, direction. Now that she had broken her deal with the wanderer she felt a little lost. That's why they were at the Dal. Dyson had noticed her low mood and offered to buy drinks for the night. If it weren't for the cool liquid in the bottle in front of her she probably would have driven herself crazy questioning everything. She would much rather drink herself into oblivion. Hell she was cursed now anyways, she had disobeyed an order. The wonderer will eventually come for her, and for Bo. She just needs to be here to protect the succubus a while longer.
She looks up at Dyson and notices he is staring towards the door. She looks around and every man in the bar is looking in the same direction. She knows who it is going to be and every fiber of her being is telling her to look at the succubus but she uses all of her strength to ignore it. She wants to look at her and see that beautiful face. That girl probably doesn't even notice that every fae in the bar with a sex drive is staring at her. Focus, just breathe. She lifts her bottle of whisky and takes a long pull from the bottle. Damn that's good. Dyson taps her on the shoulder having shaken himself free of the succubus' pheromones.
Tamsin turns to see him smiling. Dyson laughs "Is there a reason you are the only person in this bar who is purposefully looking away from the sexy, hot succubus that just walked in? The only way to resist her is to be trying. Me thinks thou doth protest too much Tam-Tam."
"Ugh. Don't call me that, mutt. Shouldn't you be off howling at the moon or licking yourself in the corner?"
"Come on Tamsin. I'm your partner, we shouldn't have secrets" From the way he slurs the word 'secrets' Tamsin can tell Dyson had reached his drinking limit. Not that she was going to be the one to take his bottle away. There are good friends who will tell you when you've had enough, and then there are Dark friends who hand you the next drink. She smiled at the thought.
"Alright wolf. I'll throw you a bone. I kinda have a thing for everyone's favorite succubus."
The wolf looks at her with his jaw dropped, dumbfounded. I guess that wasn't the answer he was looking for. Then his face changes from upset to intrigued. Uh-oh I wonder where this is going. Dyson gets close to her face, she can feel his warm breath on her skin and she shivers. Then he says the last thing Tamsin ever expected to hear from her partner.
"Let's make a bet on the next game."
Tamsin is intrigued by his statement "Ok… what are the stakes?"
"If I win then you, Bo, and I all go back to the clubhouse." He leans in and raises his eyebrows as he finishes his sentence. "Together."
"And if I win?"
"If you win, I won't tell Bo that you have actual feelings for her; and I will resist the urge to rip out your throat." She can't tell he is joking until his mouth opens into a wide grin.
"Well it's not like you have a shot in hell, but I'm gonna have to say no, that deal just isn't sweet enough."
The wolf puts his hand on his chin and takes a moment to think. He snaps his fingers and says " I'll pay your bar tab"
"Then it's a done deal dog" She smiles. Dyson was drunk and had only won two of their several games that night.
"We have to make her hungry though, that way when I win she will be ready to go home with at least one of us." Dyson says
"Please" She scoffs. She uses her hands to emphasize the curves of her body. "Like she could resist all of this."
They both start laughing and clap each other on the shoulder. They set up the rack for the next game as the succubus makes her way over. She trips just as she reaches the table and Dyson reaches out for her hand. You could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. Tamsin rolls her eyes. Lame move wolfboy, she thinks, I could do better than that in my sleep. She clears her throat. "Uh, love birds. We are in the middle of a game and I would rather not lose my lunch. Come on wolf boy, you're up."
Dyson makes his way to the pool table to take his shot. As he moves away Tamsin wonders just how blue Bo's eyes can get. So she moves towards the succubus; noting that Bo's eyes are glued to her form, soaking in every curve of the Valkyrie's body. Tamsin can feel the heat rising to her cheeks. So she decides to distract the succubus by leaning onto the table, making sure that just the right amount of her cleavage is showing. It worked, Bo can't take her eyes of her chest. Then, with visible effort, Bo moves her gaze to Dyson. Tamsin feels a little bit of jealousy towards the dog as Bo looks at him. She wants to get Bo to look at her again. Then she hears Dyson's laugh. She looks up and watches the eight ball slide into the pocket. Oh, fuck. She takes another long pull from her whisky bottle. Fuck it, a deals a deal.
Dyson looks in her direction and she gives him a nod to let him know. She's in. She walks behind the succubus. Running her hand along her shoulder, she feels the succubus quiver under her touch. She wants to make that happen again. So she leans in to Bo, lightly pressing her chest against Bo's shoulder. Her mouth is only an inch away from the succubus' ear as she whispers "Would you like another drink succulette?" The succubus looks between the two partners like she knows there is something going on between the two. Then she smiles and her eyes burn into the Valkyrie's very soul as she says "I would much rather go home for dessert".