A/N: It's been a while since I've updated Dark Fae'ed. You'll be happy to know it's in the works, but time constraints made it hard for me to get any writing done. So, because you've been waiting I'm going to post a series of unrelated one-shots. I posted them on Tumblr a while back, and I wanted to share it with you guys here.
Groggily making her way down the stairs of Lauren's apartment, the Valkyrie let herself guided by the strong, and mouth-watering, smell of bacon cooking. She tried not to pass judgment on the Human's decorative tastes, but there was something about that brightly colored living wall that made her believe Lauren might in fact be Poison Ivy. Where's the batsignal?
Making her way into the kitchen, she stretched her arms above her head, effectively popping the bones back into place. Letting out a yawn that would make any King of the Jungle jealous, Tamsin graciously parked her rear on one of the stools in front of the island, where she crossed her arms, and laid her head down on top of them.
"Good morning, Detective." Lauren's chirpy tone was somewhat unsettling. Especially when Tamsin had to witness the darker blonde break down into sobs at everything that reminded her of the Succubus slut for the past week.
Did I finally fuck it out of her? Go me. Lifting her head, yet not fully, she rested her chin on her forearm. With a smile on her face, she watched the Doctor flip the eggs and bacon…and perhaps her tired, green eyes trailed down the woman's body, glued to a specific area. Hint: it rhymes with sass.
"Top of the morning, to ya." The Detective replied flatly, lacking the enthusiasm Lauren seemed to posses this morning.
The Doctor neatly piled the eggs, bacon, toasts and hash browns down on a plate. She turned towards Tamsin, setting the food down in front of her, a wide smile lighting up her face as she drawled out: "Breakfast, is, served."
This was the first morning where Lauren truly felt at peace, where her mind wasn't haunted by 'what if's' about a certain brunette. She had finally came to terms with the break-up, and it was entirely possible that the Valkryie had been an important player in this event.
Their relationship, from the start, had been built on transference of grief. Tamsin was 'happy to help' as she had explained herself. "To protect and serve," was the cheesy line used. It made Lauren laugh, and that's all the Valkyrie wanted; to see her happy and carefree.
Besides, the Doctor deserved better than miss suck-face-with-everyone. The golden blonde didn't want to boast, but she had, oh say, more than 2000 years of experience with romance under her belt. Hell, she literally knew Shakespeare. Confident? Entirely. Baby Fae, get outta my way. Valkyrie's comin' through and she's gon' steal your girl. I crack myself up.
Tamsin made a face at Lauren as she slapped down one of the eggs onto the buttered toast, covering it with harsh browns, bacon and finally folding the bread in two. "Did I wake up in Narnia, or some shit? Seriously, doc, I thought that morphine was for your patients, not yourself." Dipping the makeshift Texan sandwich into the obscene amount of ketchup on her plate, she titled her head down to take a gigantic and messy bite.
Lauren let out a laugh, running a hand through her hair to flip it back, as it had fallen in front of her face. Stepping next to the Detective, she rested her hand on the woman's forearm, offering her yet another dazzling smile. "Omega 3 and protein are good for you, you'll need the energy." She explained, patting Tamsin's arm.
Seemingly unbothered by the ketchup present at both corners of Tamsin's mouth and how she adopted Cavemens' table manners, Lauren dipped her head down, gently pressing her lips against the woman's cheek.
Scrunching up her face and squinting her eyes, she stopped chewing for a moment; all the semi-masticated food stuffed into her left cheek. Tamsin moved her eyes from left to right as the Doctor walked by her, wondering what the fuck she just got herself into.
"Why are we here?" Tamsin complained, much like a child not getting the specific kind of candy they requested, as Lauren dragged her by her arm into the super-sized, four-story mall.
"To spend our hard-earned money on goods which we might not even need, nor want. Isn't consumerism a wonderful result of today's socio-economic culture?" Was Lauren's sarcastic yet cheerful reply.
"Newsflash: I don't care."
"Mm, well, I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter, Valkyrie."
"Ugh," Rolling her eyes, Tamsin groaned in a exaggerated manner as she stuffed both of her hands into her jean pockets. "At least tell me we're going to Sport Check."
"We'll see," Raising a challenging brow, mirth dancing in her chocolate brown eyes, Lauren linked her arm through the taller woman's arm, leading her into the what would soon be known as 'The Shopping Spree of Death'.
Two smoothies, four instances where Tamsin had managed to escape Lauren to watch the Oilers' game on the Sport Check flatscreens and three threats of withholding sex later, they made their last stop, or so Tamsin hoped.
"This is the last store, she said. I promise, she said." The Detective sat down on one of the couches by the fitting booths, leaning forward on her knees as she held up her head with her hand. If there was ever a facial expression created for being 'bored to death', Tamsin wore it in this exact moment.
"You know, for someone with such a great fashion sense, I thought you would enjoy this." Lauren's soft voice filtered through from the stall she currently occupied.
"Thank Steven and Chris for that. Shopping for me is like a recon mission: get in, get the mark, and get the fuck out as quickly and efficiently as possible." Tamsin frowned as she heard the Doctor sigh in irritation. It almost sounded like she was having a wrestling match with the clothes. "Jeez, Doc, is the sun dress chocking you out? Do you need to tap me in?"
"Could you give me a hand?" Lauren asked a little more harshly than she had intended.
Chuckling underneath her breath, the Valkyrie made her way into the stall. As she closed the door behind them, her eyes fell on a scene which hadn't failed to make her laugh: Both of Lauren's arms were bent behind her back as she desperately struggled to fully zip the dress. The creased brow and determined look in the Doctor's eyes was entirely too cute to be legal.
I wouldn't be against patting her down, or putting her in cuffs for that matter.
Stepping behind the smaller blonde, Tamsin pinched the upper part of the dress together, sliding the zipper upwards in one swift motion. A smirk lifted the corner of her lip as she wrapped both of arms around Lauren's waist, staring at the woman's reflection in the mirror.
The dress hugged all of the Doctor's exquisite curves, clinging to the right places. She wasn't used to seeing Lauren out of her lab coat and usual casual clothing she wore; she was definitely not going to complain.
Moving her hand to Lauren's neck, she gathered the mass of hair hiding the flesh below and tossed it to the other side. Leaning in close to her ear, Tamsin rasped: "Looks hot on ya, but I'd rather see you out of it."
Leaning back into the strong body behind her, Lauren rested her head against the taller woman's shoulder. "Who gave you permission to be this charming?" Her voice was laced with nothing but sarcasm, yet there was a twinge of truth in her statement. Tamsin's brash exterior was slowly fading around her, showing the softer side of the Detective, which Lauren was excited to discover. There was so much more to the woman than snark and bitch-of-the year attitude.
Dipping her head down, the Detective nuzzled the smaller woman's neck. "You should know by now, I never ask, I just do." Her breath crashed against the soft skin of Lauren's neck, causing a shiver and the sudden appearance of a few goose bumps.
Craning her neck, Lauren captured the woman's mouth with her own in a hungry kiss. Her hand made its way behind Tamsin's head, holding her exactly where she wanted her.
Both women's actions grew more feverish as their hands explored all the exposed skin they could find. Lauren turned around, pushing the Valkyrie backwards. The pair simultaneously smiled in the kiss as Tamsin's back crashed against the wall of the fitting booth.
The next fifteen minutes, or so, were spent struggling to keep their voices low, drowning each others' moans as best as they could. At one point, Tamsin had to slap her hand onto Lauren's mouth to keep her verbalized ecstasy from alerting any of the customers or staff members.
The pair left the mall hand in hand; One of them with a victorious grin, the other sporting a smug one and a new perspective on shopping. Maybe malls weren't so bad after all, the Valkyrie thought to herself. Looking down at Lauren, their eyes and grins mixed together for a moment before laughter took over both of them. The women found themselves not at all pressed to get back to Tamsin's parked truck.