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One of two stories I'm writing for Clubdoccubus bidders.
This is a prequel to Blood, Badges, and Bonds.
Bo and Lauren are in college, and they met at a party (if you need a refresher CH. 13 of Blood, Badges, Bonds has their first meeting)
This starts off a week after they met….
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"I really love women." A tipsy Lauren blurted out to Dyson.
"I know," Dyson said, shoveling food into his mouth, shaking his head at his friend.
"Like a lot." Lauren glanced around the bar, surveying the other customers and exhaled.
"I know, me too," Dyson mumbled out around a mouthful and pinched a French fry off his plate.
Lauren cradled her head in her hands and stared seriously at Dyson. "I love everything about women. They're so beautiful."
Dyson tried to hide his smile as he watched Lauren clumsily look around the bar. "You're so drunk. Drunk Lauren is in my top three favorite Lauren's."
"I'm not drunk." Lauren protested with a frown, eyeing the empty beer bottles on the table. Her mind drifted to the pile of studying she needed to get done. "I've been stuck in my room studying all week."
Dyson laughed, a deep chuckle of good humor and friendship. "You need to find some time to get laid."
Lauren blinked slowly at that and took a moment to mull it over. "Yes, it's true," She admitted, honestly. "But I don't really have time for any kind of relationship, right now."
Dyson finished his fry and picked up another. "Who's talking about a relationship? " He asked, nibbling on the fry. "You've had bad luck in the past. Maybe try no strings attached sex. It works for me. Find some sorority girl or science geek and give them the old Lewis charm."
Lauren shrugged, averted her eyes to the table and thought about Nadia. She hated, hated that after all this time, the memories of Nadia could still rattle her to her core. The humiliation, of being emotionally invested in a fake relationship, shook her confidence.
"What about that brunette you met last week? She's been texting you, right?" Dyson prompted, noticing the shift in Lauren's mood, wanting to move the conversation along.
Lauren hadn't thought about Bo in almost a day. Well, that wasn't exactly the truth, she thought about her briefly walking to class. Honestly, she thought about Bo plenty of times since the night they met. She remembered the few hours they spent talking. She'd fantasized about what could have happened if she'd gone home with her. Attraction had hit her hard, it seemed.
She swallowed past a lump in her throat and shifted, glancing at Dyson. "I don't know. She's not really my type." She said, yet she couldn't stop thinking about her.
Dyson took a swig from his beer bottle. His gaze rose up to meet Lauren's. "Hot and smart? That's not your type?"
Lauren started to protest but flushed when she thought about Bo in her beautiful costume. Her broad smile, curves, breasts. And she remembered wanting her so much that it almost hurt.
Dyson grinned at Lauren's flushed face. "Ha, you're blushing." He poked her cheek, and she slapped his hand away. "I've never seen you blush before. You need to call that girl."
Lauren covered her cheeks and willed the hot flush on her face away. She watched as Dyson took another beer from the server, giving her a cheerful smile as he whispered a thank you. He turned to Lauren and his eyes glinted with a flash of an idea. "Let's go to a club and find you a girl."
Lauren again thought about the studying she needed to do and huffed out a sigh. "I don't know."
"Come on, Lauren." Dyson urged, sensing her reluctance. "Admit it. You need it, besides it's been a while for you." He insisted, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "Or at least, be my wing man. I always get more attention when I'm with you."
Lauren scoffed. "I'm not helping you pick up girls, again. Take Hale. And it hasn't been that long, thank you very much."
Dyson silently pinched Lauren's shoulder until she relented and agreed to go with him to a club.
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They went to a club downtown; it was warm, dimly lit and packed with bodies. Techno music pulsed around them.
"Sure is busy, tonight," Dyson said to Lauren as they pressed their way through a mass of people to the bar across the room.
Without a response, Lauren followed Dyson as they weaved through the crowd. They were almost at the bar when a girl caught Dyson's attention. "Why don't you head on over to the bar and get us both a drink," He suggested to Lauren and before she could answer he rushed off.
Lauren grumbled under her breath and after ordering two drinks, stood at the bar to wait for Dyson, who was now dancing with three girls on the dance floor.
When two margaritas appeared in front of her, she glanced around and saw Bo smirking at her. A ripple of heat traveled up her spine when she met her eyes. She realized Bo had ordered those for her. Life had a way of serving up surprises, and seeing Bo was certainly a surprise to Lauren.
Bo sauntered over to her and leaned against the bar, staring at her. She raked her eyes over her. Lauren wore tight jeans that clung to her curves, a pink cardigan that fit perfectly over her body, and a low cut white shirt that reveal only a hint of her breasts. A mass of delicate curls spiraled over her shoulders. It was such a casual look, but for some reason, on Lauren, it was unbelievably stimulating and sexy. Her mind filled with images of doing delightfully naughty things with her…to her.
After a moment of being rendered mute with unadulterated lust, Bo spoke loud over the music and said. "I was just thinking about you and poof here you are. It's meant to be, I think." She inched a glass closer to Lauren with her finger. She gave Lauren her best sultry smile and waited.
Lauren slowly scanned Bo's features. She'd nearly forgotten how appealing and beautiful she was. She was more than intriguing; she was intoxicating. She wore a black tank top that hugged her curves like a second skin. Bo looked great in black, something about it brought out every perfect feature she had. Her brown eyes held an attractive mix of innocence and intelligence that lingered behind her gaze.
"Oh, yeah? Does that line ever actually work?" Lauren reluctantly ran her tongue around the rim and took a sip. As attractive as she found Bo, Lauren didn't plan on getting involved with her. But her body betrayed her, an inferno blasted through her veins and blood, every time Bo's eyes darted over her body.
Bo lifted her eyes from Lauren's mouth and ran her tongue over the edge of her glass. "I would never use my stock lines on you. You're too special for that." She neatly deflected Lauren's jibe. She sipped her margarita with her eyes pinned on Lauren's. "I would never lie to you."
In spite of herself, Lauren laughed, she felt mildly buzzed from the drinks earlier and Bo's exotic scent, but she was still in control.
Bo inclined her head to the dance floor, and Lauren followed her motion with her eyes. "Let's dance." She stared into Lauren's eyes, emitting confidence that shook Lauren's own.
Lauren racked her brain for an excuse. "No. I'm here with my friend." She waved her hand in Dyson's direction.
Bo craned her neck through the crowd and spotted Dyson. She looked disappointed but recovered quickly and considered that carefully before asking, "Boyfriend?"
Lauren choked on her drink. "Oh god no." She pushed out through a cough.
Bo drummed her fingers on the bar. Her lips twitched, the only sign of her delight since her eyes remained firm. "Noted."
"Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?" Lauren attempted to laugh it off, but when Bo's eyes dropped to her lips, a tremble of nervousness pulsed through her stomach.
"Of course," Bo responded deadpan.
Lauren froze, her glass hovering at her lips. She was flabbergasted by how forward Bo was. "I like the honesty," She said, before sipping her drink.
Finally, the bartender sat the drinks down in front of Lauren. She smiled, picked them up and partially turned away from Bo. "I need to get back to my friend. He's waiting for me." She said, trying to get away from Bo before she lost her last shred of resistance.
Bo leaned back against the bar and crossed her ankles. "A little more honesty?"
Lauren took a large sip of her drink and waited, her stomach sizzled when Bo's eyes drifted down the length of her body.
"First, I'm going to get you to dance with me. Then, I'm going to get you to kiss me. Finally, I'm going to get you to agree to go on a date with me. And all that will happen tonight." She announced without a hint of doubt in her voice.
Lauren swallowed hard, any words out objection evaporated. She was speechless by the amused, utterly appealing smile curving Bo's lips and those deep brown eyes of hers. "We'll see." She finally said as nonchalant as she could, considering the nerves and desire running through her body.
Bo maintained her grin as she watched Lauren walk away.
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Lauren found Dyson a few minutes later, he was out of breath and sweaty. He slung a friendly arm around her with a broad smile. "Thanks for coming with me. You're the best friend in the world." Dyson shouted into the loud music before waving at a tall woman on the dance floor.
Lauren, now safely at the other side of the club, allowed herself a glance in Bo's direction. She chewed her lips nervously as want churned within her. Before she peeled her eyes away, she saw a voluptuous blonde whisper into Bo's ear. A prickly knot twisted in her stomach and she snapped her eyes away.
"She keeps watching you," Dyson said into Lauren's ear, tilting his head in Bo's direction. "You should dance with her."
Lauren shook her head and settled at a table, at the same time, she watched Bo get up to dance near her, alone. Lauren took a moment to admire the way Bo moved as she danced, every sway of her hips captivating her. She was bewitching and breathtakingly beautiful. Lauren had to give her that much. She zipped her gaze to Dyson, trying to ignore Bo's presence.
Dyson rested his left elbow on the table and watched the crowd. "Maybe I'll ask Bo to dance," He said, his eyes drifting to Bo.
Lauren kicked him under the table, and her eyes pivoted back to Bo. Her mouth dried out, her heart pounded as Bo raised her arms above her head, lifting her shirt and revealing a flash of her stomach. Bo's hips shifted again, and Lauren cleared her throat and thoughts. She couldn't remember wanting someone as much as she wanted Bo. There was something about Bo that simply called to her. She didn't know what it was. She wasn't normally like this.
Dyson opened his mouth, and Lauren wagged a finger at him. "No."
He replied with a wink and a smile. "Lauren, you're a beautiful, vibrant young woman. What in the hell are you doing sitting here with me? Go dance with that hottie."
Lauren cut her eyes over to Bo. She moved her hands up and down her body. Lauren tracked every movement, and her knee bounced uncontrollably when Bo ran her hands over her breasts and up to toss her hair.
Minutes later, a woman approached the table, and Dyson flashed her his cocky grin, that for some reason, had women flocking to him. Lauren's only response was an eye roll. She wondered how anyone could fall for that, and as if on cue Bo walked by the table with her own self-satisfied smirk. Her heart beat a little faster, and she inwardly chastised herself. Apparently, she was one of those women that could be attracted to brashness.
Lauren sipped her drink and tried to focus on her conversation with Dyson and not Bo, who was eyeing her from across the club. She had vowed not to look in Bo's direction again.
That only lasted a few seconds. Lauren glanced around the club and caught Bo openly staring at her. So, she finally gave up and smiled back at Bo.
For the next ten minutes, they played the game of glancing at each other and grinning.
"Finally, Lauren's on the prowl," Dyson said with a chuckle, after noticing Lauren's smile.
Lauren shifted in her chair. "No, I am not." She protested as she pulled off her cardigan and draped it on the back of the chair.
Dyson scanned the crowd and found Bo watching Lauren. "Oh, that one."
Lauren toyed with her empty glass, for a second, she could feel Bo's gaze on her, and finally said, "Fine, I'm going to go talk to her."
A goofy smirk spread across his face. "Yes, go talk to her." He gave a quick thumbs up as Lauren started to walk off and he called out, "Have fun."
She glared at him over her shoulder and kept walking, her heartbeat quickened with her stride. She pushed down her nerves and weaved through the crowd.
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A moment later, Lauren stood at Bo's table. A spark blazed out from Bo's eyes and crackled through Lauren's body. Her body was on high alert, caught between the impulse to flee and being frozen within Bo's enthralling orbit.
A big grin broke out on Bo's face, her adorable dimples sinking in deep. She rose slowly from her chair. As Bo inched closer, a delicious shiver crawled down Lauren's spine, and she could feel color crept into her face.
Bo reached for Lauren's hand, and immediately Lauren took it. Her skin heated, and she didn't dare glance back as she walked ahead of Bo, leading her to the dance floor.
The tension between them built up as they hit the dance floor. The pulsating beats drummed through Lauren, the movement around her invigorating. Her body swayed into Bo, her gravity too strong for her to resist.
They danced together, lost in the thick pulse of the music. Lauren couldn't help but focus on the closeness of their bodies, and the way their hips moved together, every tempting curve of Bo's body. Everything Bo did had a sinuous, steamy edge about it. She was fully aware of the admirers Bo drew, even on the crowded dance floor.
The way Bo's hands felt on Lauren's hips sped up her heartbeat. She dragged her hands all over Lauren's back, sides, hips, kept her eyes locked on her eyes, sometimes looking down at her lips.
Everything Bo did, every movement she made, screamed sex, and Lauren could see how anyone could fall easily into bed with her. In truth, the thought of going home with Bo grew tantalizing, her body tingled at the idea of Bo's hands on her naked skin.
As Bo toyed with her body, she felt the mounting desire and exhilaration from dancing. With her face flushed and sweaty, her eyes drifted down to Bo's ample cleavage and noticed an alluring sheen across it. She poked out her tongue, slightly, to wet her bottom lip.
Bo slid her hands down her back and grabbed her backside to pulled her close. Lauren's throat closed up when Bo brought her face intimately close to her. "Kiss me, Lauren," She said into the shell of Lauren's ear.
Lauren's nerves fluttered, she let herself close her eyes and feel Bo's breath on her skin and hands on her body. Bo moved against her with irresistible grace, in a way that left her trembling and aching.
Bo rubbed her nose against Lauren's nose. Bo was enjoying herself, the game, but it was time to up the ante. To counter the music volume, she spoke into Lauren's ear, again. "Kiss me." Her voice was smooth and persuasive, confident.
Lauren's insides compressed as she reacted to both Bo's body and suggestion. She was about to kiss Bo, but no, she couldn't do it. She dragged in a deep breath and let the heat of Bo's eyes warm her.
A few foggy seconds later, she pulled away from the all too alluring Bo and fumbled for a recovery. "Honestly," She started, her gaze touched Bo's mouth, mesmerized by the movement of her tongue against her lips as Bo slowly wetted her lips. "I think you'd just get bored with me." She finished, snapping herself out of it.
Bo's eyes sparkled and danced over Lauren's face. "I doubt that." She gave Lauren a radiant smile, the most effective tool in her arsenal to pull Lauren in and keep her full attention.
Lauren automatically shifted closer to Bo's mouth, leaning toward her. "I'm a medical student. I only have time to study and eat." She forced herself back. "I don't even sleep much. Actually, I'm competing for an internship during the summer…" She paused, even though, she hadn't finished her point because of how Bo was staring at her. She couldn't figure out what it was about Bo that made her feel so bumbling and awkward.
Bo bit her lip to hold back her laugh, Lauren was speaking so fast now, it was so charming. "How can someone be so adorable and sexy at the same time?"
Lauren rolled her eyes, with just a hint of a smile. "Ah, well, the mysteries of life."
Lauren's faint smile tempted Bo to kiss her right then. Instead, her lips curved. "I'm not asking you to marry me, just kiss me…go on a date with me. Hang out sometimes."
Lauren cleared her throat, suddenly feeling ridiculous. She was very attracted to Bo, hazy and hot whenever she touched her or looked at her. And that attraction was making her act foolish.
Bo pressed close to Lauren and said into her ear. "You're lucky, Lauren. You have your life so figured out. I admire that." She drew back and set her hands on Lauren's waist.
Lauren's eyes fell to Bo's full lips; she wanted to kiss her so badly, but she felt sure it would be her doom if she did. "You mean dedicated to studying and nothing else?" She asked, using the conversation as a buffer.
"There's always time for a little fun." Bo swooped her head in and leaned her mouth to Lauren's. She paused right before her lips made contact and held steady.
The heat pumping off their skin was consuming and intense. Neither moved, silently challenging the other to finish the kiss or back away. It was sweet torture for them both.
Breathless anticipation twisted low in Lauren's stomach at Bo's soft breath feathering her lips. Her resolve broke first, her eyelids shut, and she brought her mouth forward and kissed Bo. Softly. Quick. Only once. It was quick, but the impact sent a shiver skating down her body.
When they drew back, Lauren still had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted.
Bo dragged her eyes over her, down the appealing curve of Lauren's neck. She leaned in and brushed her lips gently against Lauren's, in a barely-there tease, "Will you agree to go on a date with me," She murmured against Lauren's lips.
"I better go, I have an early class," Lauren said abruptly, in a voice that revealed how flustered she was. She pulled away from Bo's mouth and fought for control over her desire, but she had the feeling it was a hopeless battle around Bo. "Thanks for the dance. It was fun."
With that, Lauren gave her a final smile and turned to walk away. Bo grabbed her hand and held her in place for a second. "Well?"
Lauren stared at Bo, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated with the lingering effects of Bo's silky glide against her lips. Finally, she shrugged. "Okay, I'll go on a date with you. Tomorrow night."
Bo cut her a look of surprise, smiled and let her go. Lauren spun around and strode off back to Dyson, a lightness in her steps that wasn't there before.
And for the second time, that night, Bo watched as Lauren walked away.
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AN
This story will be shorter than the others, maybe 8 to 10 chapter.
Thanks for reading, as always.
For those of you waiting on updates for my current fics, hang in there, I'm still writing.