Bo's POV:
I wasn't exactly sure at what point of my drunken binge with Kenz that I decided this would be a good idea. But if I had to guess it was somewhere between the fourth shot of tequila while watching Kenzi and Hale dance around each other, the idea of making a move and the seventh shot when yet again she pulled away from him and went off to cause trouble all of her own. The entire time having Dyson chatting me up. For a guy who supposedly was over me he seemed to be doing a pretty good job of acting like a boyfriend. Getting me drink after drink, scaring away any potential fun time I could have tonight and of course his subtle flirting that got less and less subtle as he kicked back each shot.
I'm not going to lie I contemplated it. I'm not proud of it. After all being with him was easy, for the most part. But yet somewhere between my fourth and seventh shot SHE came to mind. Wasn't to unusual for that to happen. Normally it would happen after she called me or I saw her. Or if something reminded me of her then she would be on my mind for hours and just depending on the mood that would determine weather or not my fantasies would get a happy ending.
But tonight she seemed to just pop into the forefront of my mind. Maybe it was the fact of watching my best friend and a close friend dance around their feelings and the idea of doing something about how they felt that did it considering me and her did it all the time. Ever since we met we've been dancing around each other. Sure occasionally whatever God or power that be, would smile upon us and in that same moment one of us would get the courage to act upon our feelings and we'd come together but just as quickly and unexpectedly as we would get our moment of bliss it would be gone. I've read that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result and that was us. Sure the things standing in our way would occasionally change but end game was there was always something. Ash. Dyson. Fae laws. Nadia. Dyson. Ash. Fae laws. We really take the meaning of same shit different day to a new level but suddenly it didn't matter all that much.
Kenzi, Hale and Trick were happily talking and in their own world. Dyson. Well he would be okay he always was and if he wasn't,,,,oh well. I'll feel guilty about it tomorrow but right now I was to drunk and to focused on getting to her. Politely and sympathetically I smiled at him as I stood up and started digging in my pocket for money to pay for the ridiculous amount of drinks I had but he waved me off. I guess saving the world was enough to earn me a night of free liquor.
I contemplated driving but I wasn't drunk enough to think that I wasn't drunk enough to drive. Luckily it was late enough that not even the pervs were out, just me. The fifteen blocks from the Dal to her apartment flew by. Probably because I was so in my head planing ten different scenarios on how this could go. Hell I half expected that at some point I would turn around and go back to the Dal, take Dyson home. Take the easy way. But before I knew it I was standing at her door waiting on her to answer. Sure she left a hour ago and it had to at least take me around an hour to get here but I doubt she was asleep. Again I started contemplating walking away but before I had time to stop myself my hand found her door again. This time it only took seconds before the door opened.
"Hey." she let out softly as she pulled the door open. I couldn't help but to run my eyes over her flawless body. Her long legs hardly covered by her little gray shorts. Wearing a tight, spaghetti strapped, violet tank that had small lace over the top. She hardly ever wore colors but they looked nice on her. It was easy to spot that she wasn't wearing a bra and to tell she was dripping wet. Guess her being in the shower explained the long wait time. "Bo..?" she asked with her eyebrow raised.
"Hey." I finally manage to get out knowing how odd it must be for me just to have been standing there staring at her.
"What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Everything is fine." I lie as she steps aside to let me in. I take a deep breath as I hear the door close behind me and I can feel her eyes on me.
"Okay." she lets out the uncertainty in her voice worries me. I turn to face her with a small smile trying put her at ease. "Bo. It's late. Is there something?" she asks and I suddenly feel unwelcome. My stomach starts to turn into knots and the idea of coming over here suddenly feels like the worst thing I could have done. Maybe the kiss was just a product of adrenaline and fear. I shake my head and force out a smile as I start to walk back toward the door past her. "Hey," she says as she grabs me by the wrist pulling me close. "what's wrong?"
"N-nothing. I just wanted to see you." my words come out before I have time think about what I wanted to say. They say honesty is the best policy after all right. Her grip stays tight but her face softens.
"Okay."
"You left so quickly I didn't get to-"
"I figured you'd want to celebrate," she pauses as she lets go of my wrist and her gaze falls to the ground and I get an idea of where she is going with this. "I didn't want to see it." her words hit me harder then I was prepared for or maybe it was just the look of pain coming across her face. "Let me get a shirt and I'll be right back down." which really meant let me get a bra, I don't feel comfortable like this with you. Sighing I watch her walk up the stairs to her bedroom as I debate following her. Take charge of the situation but I decided against it. That was until I saw her standing at the top of the stairs with her eyebrow raised in the sexy way she did that made me just want to pull her into a kiss and never let her go. "Are you really going to make me ask you?" she asks with a grin, her husky voice sending shivers down my spine and that was all I needed. I make quick work of the stairs taking two at a time which made her chuckle to herself. That is until I reached her. My hands wrapping around her hips as my lips meet hers and I guide her carefully backwards into her bedroom only stopping when the back of her calfs hit the mattress.
I brake off the kiss finally needing oxygen but she wasted no time as her hands were all over my body. Pulling off my jacket from the shoulders as her ever so skillful mouth found my neck. Her hands sliding underneath my shirt running up over my stomach to my breast. She makes a small growl against my neck as she bites down making me moan against my will. Guess she didn't like the fact I wore a bra today. She abruptly pulls back again and I moan out in protest, something that she seems to take pride in as she pulls off my shirt and then unexpectedly pulls off her own.
We had only had sex twice. The first time was slow and would honestly be considered making love. The second time she started off in charge but quickly handed it over to me, not that I'm complaining but now I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around the fact that she was without a doubt leading this. And now the fact that she was standing here bra-less in front of me with a devilish grin as she reached out wrapping her fingers in my waist band pulling me toward her giving me no choice but to follow. Her lips on mine again, her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth making me moan into her mouth. Damn she was amazing. Before I realized it my pants were undone and falling to the floor along with my panties. I had a lot of partners before more then I cared to admit to anyone even myself but no one could ever turn me on the way she did. Bring me as close to the edge as fast as she did. Sometimes it was embarrassing just how quick she could bring me there.
She drags her nails up from the small of my back to the clasp of my bra and in less then a second it's undone. I feel a twinge of jealousy deep in the pit of my stomach as It dawns on me how she must have had practice in order to make such quick work of it but I don't need to think about that now. I can't. Now I'm completely naked for her and my ego kicks in or maybe it's the succubus, animalistic nature that kicks in as I feel the need to take over.
I pull away from her mouth and kiss down her neck. Nipping harder then I had the previous times. Something she seems to enjoy. I continue on my journey downward my mouth finding her nipple. I run the tip of my tongue around around it while I tease the other between my fingers. Pinching. Pulling. I hear her hiss. I would have been worried had it not be quickly replaced by a moan. A sense of pride rushes through me as I can smell her sweet scent. I open my mouth wider, sucking greedily while my hands move down to her hips pulling at the waist band. Pulling back I give one last sharp bite before dropping to my knees.
I hit the ground hard and I'm sure I'll have a bruise in the morning but I can't worry about that now. I can feel how hot her aura is burning. Can feel the heat radiating from her center. Smell her sweet scent and it's enough to drive me mad. I make quick work of her shorts and I feel her hands on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin already. I look up. Her eyes dark with passion, a smirk over her lips.
"Do you need ANOTHER invitation?" she asks through her smirk in a husky, whisper that dose nothing to help the overwhelming heat between my thighs. I can't help but to let out a tiny chuckle to myself as I glare up at her. My heart pounding so hard I was sure if I were a human I would have been having a heart attack. If she wanted to play I was more then willing.
"I do..." I let out with a smirk of my own, I can feel the animal within start to wake and with the fact she is suddenly silent and straight faced I start to think I went to far. I open my mouth to apologize but the soft hand that had once been on my shoulder was now wrapped around the back of my neck and pushing me forward into her. It took a second to realize what had happen. But ONLY a second.
Since my mouth had already been open to apologize I quickly had a mouthful of her. I wrap my hands around her hips nails digging into her flesh as her's did the same to my neck and shoulder. The harder she squeezed the rougher I sucked. Her soft moans steadily escalating to louder ones and I switches back and forth between bringing her to the edge and pulling back to just teasing her. After the fourth or fifth time of doing such her hand had moved from my neck up into my hair. Taking a fistful she pulled back harder then I thought she was capable of.
"BO!" she let out in mixture of a moan and a yell which was to be expected since I had been biting her when she pulled me back and I could taste traces of blood in my mouth. I start to sense panic but I know it's not showing. I'm to far gone now. And as much I as I hate for her to see it, I know my eyes are a piercing blue. She looking down scowling, her hand still buried in my hair and as I'm trying to regain some resemblance of composer I half expect her to slap me. Instead she gives my hair another rough tug as she uses her free hand to push me back onto the floor. I hit with a thump. Lots of bruises tomorrow.
She maneuvers herself so she standing over me looking down. Her eyes are darker then I had ever seen them before and her aura? Burning hot enough to make me cum without even touching her. My eyes have a mind of their own as they dance over her body again. God she's amazing. Every inch of her is perfect. I can't help but smile as I see her neck that has two small marks from me. My gaze moves down and I see another small mark on her breast just next to her nipple. Another wave of arousal splashes over me as I continue my sight expedition downward over her stomach to her thighs that have traces of her wetness all over them. I go to sit back up having the desperate need to taste her again but she pushes me back down. This time she gets on top of me and the feel of her covering me is almost to much as I moan out her name, my body beginning to tremble with desire.
She pushes her right leg between my thighs and I bend my leg so it's firmly between her's. She pushes her hips down and starts a rough, steady rhythm and I can't help but moan with every movement. My hands are all over her body from her ass up her back. Till they find a home entangled in her hair forcing her head down toward me, My lips capturing her's. I don't wait for an invitation as I force my tongue in. The kiss is heated and passionate like I had never experienced before. We continued like this for a good while not even braking for air. Suddenly air wasn't relevant at the moment.
She senses I'm close and brakes the kiss. She knows what would happen if we were kissing and I came, especially this hard. She buries her face in my neck and mine in her's. Opening my mouth wide, pressing my teeth hard against her skin. Sucking hard. I feel her body tremble and her scream my name in my throat and I bite harder making my once small marks larger suddenly very possessive wanting it to be known.
She impresses me more as her rhythm only slows for a moment as she came. She's waiting for me. But what surprises me more is that her lips meet mine again, this kiss is rough and dominate. I try to brake it as I feel myself nearing the point of no turning back but she refuses to let me. Only deepening it as she feels me cum against her thigh, my back arching up. And for a second I lose myself in the moment. But a second was to long.
My eyes shoot open as I realize what I'm doing. And I turn away from her and I stair at the wall trying to gain composer and the courage to face her. I feel her sit up on me before she cups my cheek and forces me to look at her. Surprisingly she has a goofy smile.
"It's okay," she lets out breathlessly. "I did it on purpose." I stare at her softening eyes and her sweet, reassuring smile and my heart isn't aching anymore. She wouldn't lie to me. Not about things like this. "You need to stop worrying so much." she continued almost like it's an order as she slides down my body with extreme ease. "If you did you would have realized I came again when you did it." her breath is finally returning to normal as she lays down on top of me with her head on my chest. "You can't hurt me Bo. You'd never let yourself." I smile at how much faith she has in me. It always amazes me how I am around her. How safe I feel. "Wish you'd trust yourself like I trust you." she continues followed by a yawn. I can feel her breath slowing. And I know shes almost out.
I lay here still as my eyes dance around the room as my body returns to normal. I hear the wind blow and I look behind myself up at the window instinctively. But of course it's nothing the Gurruda is gone and for the time being there is no Ash. I feel a rush of calmness come over me as I yawn myself. My eyes staying at the window for another moment before I start to return to my previous position but something by the chair catches my attention. Something by the chair. I look harder and my eye focus on the two small, black duffel bags in the corner under the chair. I open my mouth to say something but I realize that she had already drifted off to sleep after all she was still a human. And I? Still a monster. I could dress it up how ever I wanted to or how ever anyone wanted me to look at it but at the end of the day I wasn't human. I was a Fae. A succubus. I've killed before...more then once. In my book that made me a monster. The feel of my warm tears making their way down my face brings me out of my thoughts about just how horrible I am. I take a deep breath as I accept just what the bags mean. After all she had mentioned it before I quite often to think about it but then again she never acted. This probably would be the last time I ever kissed her. Touched her. Held her. The last time I ever got to love her and pretend that just for a little while that I'm not a monster. That she is mine and only mine. And most of all that this wouldn't be the last time I ever saw her. I snuggle into her, tightening my grip around her waist and breath in, taking in her sweet scents. Soon my eyelids become to heavy to keep open and I hold on to the fantasy that this is the beginning of something instead of the end. A start instead of a goodbye. Something, anything instead of a another dance with insanity.