AN; So I have spent the better part of the past few months avoiding angsty stories, but most of you guys are all for it. Man! lesbians are masochists, aren't we? But since I have written angst before I'm sure I can do it now.
Enjoy
Lauren didn't realise the implications of her servitude when she signed those dotted lines eight years ago. That didn't mean the smart doctor didn't understand her life wasn't going to be the same. Lauren had stayed up the night in her detaching-ly sterile new home. No, not home. Place of residence, a cage. Anything but a home. Home is warm, this place was chilling to the bones despite the heater. In an attempt to fool herself the blonde had bought a few home-y items, but it did nothing other than mis-match the décor.
The woman had loved and won with her science, the woman had loved and lost with the succubus. It was as simple as it sounded. No complications, no grey area, no deeper insight. It was just that. Loss. She knew this from the first moment her fingers had slid down the fae's spine, and uncharacteristically Lauren went against all reason and doubts and persued this- what was it she had with the brunette? Love? Lust? Something greater? She didn't know. For a while she had fooled herself into thinking the succubus could be sustained in a monogamous relationship with a human. After that illusion was broken down, Lauren fooled herself into thinking that Bo was capable of maintaining an emotional commitment to her, but Bo loved many, and sometimes Lauren wasn't at the top of that list.
The doctor sighed as she heard the centrifuge slow down. Tara must have slipped in while she was lost in the disaster with her recently broken relationship with Bo. Noting the time on her wrist watch Lauren turned around to question her intern's early arrival only to be met by an unfamiliar face. There stood a woman in a very breezy dress, dangerously near to her precious equipment. Lauren swallowed down the urge to wail 'mine!' like a spoiled child. Instead she walked towards the woman who finally turned and smiled at the doctor. It was kind. Something the blonde hadn't seen in along time.
"Can I help you?"
All she really wanted to do was lure this woman away from her centrifuge.
"Yes, my name's Kelly. I'm looking for Dr. Miranda."
Her hair was all the way to the top of her waist. A good thick volume of brunette mane laying over her shoulder to the front of her torso.
"Yes, her office is on the first floor, but she has yet half hour left to report in to work."
The stranger cocked her head to the side studying the blonde curiously before nodding and thanking the doctor. "Strange." Lauren muttered after the woman had left.
Having worked a long day, Lauren rolled her neck to the sides from her stool at her station. Her back already complaining from the long hours bent over her study. From her coat pocket, the doctor's phone vibrated with a familiar ringtone. Sighing, she swiped and brought it to her ear.
"Hey."
It had been too long, but not long enough. Lauren had craved to hear the familiar voice of the woman on the other side of the line, and it still made the hair on the back of her neck stand.
"Bo."
"I miss you, Lauren."
The succubus was clearly drunk. Her words slurring into incoherence.
"You called it off, Bo."
There was silence for a while, their breathing only heard. Until the line went dead. Lauren pulled the phone away and stared at the picture on her call screen. It was of Bo, in her apartment back when she was a slave of the ash. Before the entire Taft debacle. Oh how oblivious she was to all this pain, or just too foolish to acknowledge it. All she remembered was how insanely happy she had felt those first few months of their fragile commitment. Bo was so attentive, so chivalrous.
"What went wrong?"
It was a broken whisper, before she tucked her stuff away to call it a day.