"No, hell no. I'm not bringing back, that." Tamsin was practically yelling towards her partner.
Dyson grabbed Tamsin's bicep and turned her away from the plated glass window. "Keep your voice down, you'll scare-"
"Come off it, Dyson. Why can't you take it?"
"Tamsin…" The wolf held his thumb and middle finger to the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "He needs to be with a… female." Dyson eyed the woman in front of him, making sure she was in fact a female, and turned his head back towards the plated glass. His smile was to little effect as Tamsin's face contorted with one of agitation and annoyance.
Greaaaat.
Tamsin was banging venomously on Lauren Lewis's door before half the night was up. She kept swatting her hand away from the annoyance by her side, who was trying to grab onto her with little avail, and was so very gracious when the door opened and the dark blonde eyed her with confusion.
"Tamsin?" The blonde said, looking towards her with skepticism.
"Good, you're awake. I need you to take this, doc. I'm not so good with this shit."
Lauren was about to ask her what she was talking about when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small child huddled behind Tamsin's body. The boy was looking up at her with fear and Lauren's heart almost broke. "Tamsin," she asked, "what is this? I mean, come in, come inside."
She ushered them both in, the boy tried to hold onto Tamsin's hand but the Valkyrie swatted him away, and instead stuck close to her body. Lauren, who had been working on trying to synthesize proteins from different fae, closed the door and gingerly walked to Tamsin. She glanced over to the boy and saw he had trouble picking out if he should sit or not.
"Tamsin, what is going on?"
"Look, Dyson made me take the kid in for tonight, civil suit case, and I'm not really good with it so now that he's got you, I'll just be on my way." Tamsin stepped beside Lauren and tried to make it to the door. That is, until Lauren grabbed the woman's wrist with a tight squeeze.
"You can not just leave after bringing him here, Tamsin."
"And why the fuck not?"
"Because I said so."
Tamsin moved close, so close, to Lauren and whispered, "And why do you think I care what you say?"
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't." Lauren dropped Tamsin's hand, dropping her gaze, and smiled her signature smile as she glanced up at the ceiling, and she looked over to the boy. "Well, how 'bout some cookies!" The boy smiled half-heartily and Lauren took it as a go ahead sign.
As Tamsin watched Lauren move to the kitchen quickly, and the boy sit down gingerly onto the couch, her mind wondered back to why she really was there.
It had been a week and a half after Tamsin and Lauren had had their first fling. Lauren was still mourning over the Succubus leaving her. "For your own good," was the spheal and Tamsin had had enough of the human's mood. It was cramping her style and she hated people crying around her.
Not that Lauren cried anyways, the blonde was adept in showing little to no emotion when around other people.
It wasn't until Tamsin saw Lauren at the bar, she had just come in after the Succubus left in a hurry, almost knocking into Tamsin, with a beer in her hand and a tear down her face that made Tamsin's temper flare. She had hurriedly grabbed Lauren's arm and brought her to the back of the bar, through the small door that led to an isolated room, where no one could see them. Pushing her forcibly, but gently, into the wall Tamsin brought her face so it was inches away from Lauren's.
"Stop this shit." Lauren's eyes widened and Tamsin continued, "You need to stop this crap. This isn't your fault. None of it. Not one thing. So stop beating yourself up over something that you obviously couldn't control. The succubitch is the one that left you. Not the other way around. That's her bad, not yours. So get a fucking hold of yourself." Tamsin had been about to move away from Lauren, was about to get out of there before something she would regret later happened, but the human grabbed her wrist and squeezed, much as she had now.
Without a word Lauren moved her body into Tamsin's, her hips grinding against the Valkyrie's, her breath hitching as she pressed her mouth onto hers. Tamsin knew it was some kind of transference shit, when people get upset drown it with sex, that was Tamsin's motto and she wasn't faulting Lauren for trying to do the same.
It would have been a lie if Tamsin said she hadn't been stealing glances at the blonde, wasn't impressed by the goodness that exuded from her, the remarkable science she did, but this woman was human. And Light fae, Tamsin had reminded herself as Lauren moaned into the kiss and brought her hands around Tamsin's jeans, hooking her fingers into the belt loops pulling Tamsin's body further into hers.
Fuck it.
Tamsin had brought her hands to the sides of Lauren's face. Her right held Lauren just where her neck started, the other held Lauren's beautiful blond hair, as Tamsin brought her deeper into the kiss. Tamsin hooked a hand under Lauren's thigh, swooping her onto her hips, and as the good doctor moaned Tamsin turned them both around, almost dropping Lauren completely onto the wooden table the barkeep kept in the small room. Lauren almost gasped with the sudden force as Tamsin descended hungrily onto the human. If Tamsin knew one thing it was that this was notgoing to be a nice fuck. She would wash away any memory that was still lurking in Lauren's mind of the god damn Succubus, if it was the last thing she ever did.
Biting, clawing, fingers splayed. Tamsin was inside Lauren, sending bites and kisses over the woman's body, doing everything she could do to make the doctor forget about the damned brunette. Tamsin knew as she moved inside her that Lauren had never been fucked like this, never been dominated so fully that her senses couldn't even fathom it, and the Valkyrie smirked to herself. She was taking the Succubus' prize, her trophy she loved to show off to anyone she could, and Tamsin was taking it fully.
It must have really been sad to be beat in the one, and only, field you had.
By the time Tamsin was done with her, Lauren was bruised and spent. Her body was curled and stiff on the table at her recent climax, and she was wrapped around Tamsin's hand and arm like it was a crutch. Tamsin smiled then, really smiled, as she brought the doctor to her fifth climax. She saw bruises already forming on Lauren's bare arms and shoulders, her neck, and she stopped smiling. Those were her doing, those hurting marks across Lauren's body, but they were also her marks. Tamsin's. They marked the human as hers and hers alone. Lauren no longer belonged to the Succubus. She belonged to her. And just for that moment, that moment when Lauren had collapsed across the table after her climax ended, everything was okay.
Tamsin had brought Lauren her clothes that had been discarded quickly, and looked into her soulful brown eyes.
"It wasn't your fault."
And then she was gone.
Tamsin had made it a point to keep away from Lauren for a week and a half. And after getting the case, she hadn't been about to give that up. Until she saw the kid, saw the essence of the violence he had gone through, the pain of a father beating the mother day in and out, of the father pulling out a gun and blowing the mother away right in front of him. Her resolve broke and she needed Lauren. Really needed her.
So here she was. Tamsin the valkyrie. The woman that didn't need anything from anyone in a human light fae doctor's home. She wanted to curse, wanted to scream and yell to the high heavens to ask why He had it out for her. But instead, as she watched the woman she had fucked, the woman she admired, walk into the kitchen to start making cookies for a six year old kid that wasn't her own, Tamsin's resolve broke again.
Tamsin sat beside the boy, at the far edge of the couch; the farthest corner from the kid, and looked at him as he glanced down at his hands. She had sat there, staring at him, for what seemed like hours.
What the hell was she supposed to do with it?
So Tamsin did what she thought she should do in a situation like this.
She started to make faces.
Not fun, amusing faces. No. She brought her eye brows up, her eyes growing wide, and her mouth hitched into one that happened before a sneeze. She began to make other faces similar to this before Lauren came across the couch holding a large plate with steaming hot cookies.
"Tamsin, what are you doing?"
Tamsin, who hadn't seen Lauren coming from behind her, hid her jolt of surprise by looking up with an insincere face. "Well what else am I supposed to do with it?"
Lauren sighed as she brought the cookies down from above her head. Tamsin immediately seeing them, chocolate chip were her favorite, tried to grab for one. The doctor's hand had slapped Tamsin before she even knew what was going on, and she retreated it into her lap.
"The fuck was that for!" Tamsin growled as she tried not to shake off the sting from her hand.
"Tamsin! Not in front of the boy."
"He doesn't give a shit, do you ki-" Lauren aggressively stood Tamsin up, yanking her by the stinging hand, and looked down at the boy smiling. Showing him it was alright to eat the cookies. Pushing a mouthy Tamsin into the kitchen far away from the couch, Lauren glared at her.
"What's with the boy, Tamsin?"
Tamsin sighed indigently, rolling her eyes at the ceiling, and said, "He's a key witness to the shooting of his mother. It's totally fucking obvious that the father did it, but we need the kid to I.D him."
"His mother… was shot?" Lauren's eyes drooped and she looked back at the boy. He was steeling glances at the two women, probably trying to figure out what they're problem was, as he bit into the warm cookies Lauren had made. "What's his name?"
"Hell if I know." Tamsin said, until Lauren glared at her. "It's Trevor," Tamsin reprimanded. "I found him whimpering and scared in the closet of their home." She didn't have to add the last part, Tamsin knew she didn't have to add it, but the look in Lauren's eyes was needed.
In truth, Tamsin was tired, so very tired of acting like nothing bothered her, like everything was just a flying fancy to her. She wanted to be in Lauren's arms, have the woman trace marks across her hip and chest, to kiss her longingly. And Tamsin wondered, just for a moment, if the wounds she had made across Lauren's body were still there under the blue blouse she wore.
"Just, okay." Lauren said, brushing her hand through her blond curls. "He can stay here for tonight, but Tamsin, I can't keep him here. I have… things to do. With certain… people." Lauren made expressions to try to get Tamsin to understand what she was hinting to, and Tamsin looked at her like she was crazy.
"Yeah, I didn't get that. Mind doing it again with hand signs and pictures?"
Lauren's face went blank, her hands were in front of her unmoving, and Tamsin saw her blink before going towards Trevor. Tamsin loved it when Lauren was speachless.
Finding the plate of cookies demolished, Lauren gasped and smiled at the boy. "Hungry, I see! Would you like to get cleaned up?" The boy looked down at his dirty demeanor and looked back up, uncertainty in his eyes. "It's okay," Lauren said, "I'm just going to wash them so you can have something to wear when you get out." She reassured him again as she walked him up the stairs into the bathroom. After showing him how everything worked, and were everything was, she closed the door with his dirty clothes in hand. Lauren was shocked when she saw Tamsin behind her.
"How'd you get so good with that?"
"With what, Tamsin?"
"Talking to him, calming him down like that."
"You learn a lot in Afghanistan." Lauren said before walking down the stairs and throwing the boys dirty clothes into the wash. She gasped again as Tamsin was immediately behind her, again.
"Are your arms good?"
Lauren was shocked at the question. Looking down at her covered arms, she thought of the many days it took for the marks to finally dissipate. She looked up at Tamsin and said, "Yes, they're fine. They don't hurt." She added, as she saw Tamsin absently nod to herself. Tamsin's, almost transparent, light green eyes sparkled as she looked down at Lauren.
It hadn't taken long for Tamsin to fall for Lauren, shorter than it took for anyone she'd imagine, and she knew it wasn't right. Knew it wasn't going to work out. She was a valkyrie, a maiden of Him, someone that wasn't supposed to fall for anyone, or else. But she did fall. She had been pulled in by deep brown eyes and a smile that almost never reached to the eyes. Not until Tamsin entered her life almost two weeks ago. Who changed everything that the blonde ever thought, and in turn changed everything Tamsin had ever known. And having this kid with her really wasn't helping matters.
She had seen the way Lauren had increasingly glanced at Tamsin as the kid was eating cookies. Tamsin knew the blonde had probably talked to Bo about children. How many she wanted, the names, everything that a normal human being dreamed of. And that was all gone now as Bo had left her. And Lauren was alone, with a kid, with Tamsin, right now.
Things were getting complicated. She knew she should pull out. Cut her loses as she had always done. But not right now. Right now she just needed to let it out. Be close to someone, someone that was hurt and lonely just like her.
Tamsin's hand was behind Lauren's head before she knew what she was doing. Bringing the doctor close, Tamsin held back a moan as their lips collided. She was the tough one, she was the strong one, so why the hell didn't she feel like it when in Lauren's very presence. She knew she should get out. Get out now, cover up her want with sarcastic quips and evil glares. That's how it was supposed to be. So why wasn't it with this woman?
Lauren brought her hands up into Tamsin's hair, and the valkyrie had to hold back her unwillingness for someone to touch her hair, but was lost in the kiss as Lauren's mouth opened and her sweet tongue darted into Tamsin. Tamsin greeted her, bit Lauren's lip and licked her upper lip, as the kiss lengthened. Tamsin would have this human, she would have all of her if it was the last thing she did.
The Valkyrie had just undone Lauren's pants when they heard the water shut off from the upstairs loft. Lauren's head bowed into Tamsin's chest as she groaned. She had really been wanting it.
Looking up at Tamsin, really looking into her eyes, she said, "This isn't over. We will talk later." And with that Lauren pulled the boy's clothes out of the wash, put them in the dryer, and went upstairs.
Leaving Tamsin's mind in so much turmoil, she could barely think straight. They would talk later? Tamsin didn't do… talks.
What was she doing? What was she getting herself into? This wasn't supposed to happen, yet as she stood in Lauren's apartment, things were happening. They were escalating. But as Tamsin stood alone in the kitchen, she wondered how far she would let it escalate.
A small smirk ran across Tamsin's face as she looked toward the stairs. She would take care of the kid until he could stand trial. And if that just happened to mean she would stay with Lauren until it happened, that was damn dandy for her.
She wouldn't get close. She would push away the feelings clashing in her chest. All she was there for was a good fuck, and damn it if the doctor wasn't a good fuck, and then she would get out like she had always done before.
Always.
Tamsin smirked again and headed up the stairs.
Always.