AN: They don't know it, but a Twitter conversation today, surrounding the most recent episode of our favorite show and what happened to our girls inspired this little piece of fluff. Thanks goes out to DifficultFae and BadassMer.

It's a one shot, from Lauren's point of view and a bit short, but this is what the muse gave me. I don't own Lost Girl, if I did...

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"Bo, are you here?" I call as I walk into and through the living room of the clubhouse. She was supposed to meet me at the clinic at 7 and she no showed. No call, no text, no Succubus signal in the sky, nothing. I know she gets distracted easily, it's one her more endearing qualities but to miss a date without calling or at least texting is…..unusual. I am beginning to become, not really concerned, but curious.

There's no sign of my girlfriend in the living area, no coat, no boots, no nothing. Wow, she cleaned. Is it our anniversary, her birthday? Is it my birthday? I check the calendar on my phone, nope, none of those. She's not necessarily this tidy. Curiosity increasing, I glance to the counter in the 'kitchen' and I see a glass jar sitting there a sticky note next to it. I move to investigate, "For Lauren" is written in black sharpie in her handwriting on the lid. Interesting. The note is just as cryptic:

"Bring this," with an arrow pointing towards the jar, "a spoon, your hot pants and meet me upstairs Bo"

I read the jar's label, smiling growing, heart racing in anticipation, I bound up the stairs two at a time. Stumbling into her bedroom, I find her sprawled in the middle of the bed, reading ….. a Cooking Light magazine? What? She doesn't cook, why the…. My thoughts are interrupted as she exclaims,

"Finally!" Moving to her knees, she reaches for the jar, grasping my hand, pulling me into her. "Where have you been? I've been waiting up here for hours."

"I've been at the clinic, you were supposed to meet me. We were going to see that movie about Bobby Fischer, Pawn Sacrifice with Tobey Maguire, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. That." She bites her lip, I know she wasn't exactly thrilled by the movie choice, but it was my turn to choose. Where is she going with this?, " I was cleaning up downstairs, I got hungry, I went shopping, at the grocery store, you know for dinner stuff. I thought we could do something else tonight instead."

"Did you now?"

She nods, taking the jar from my hand, opening and dipping her index finger into the gooey mess inside in one smooth move, like she practiced it or something. "Mmmhmm. I had a taste for some rich and creamy caramel, but nothing to go with it. Sadly, I didn't find anything to suit my, uh mood at the store. I was really hoping you'd be able to help me think of something to satisfy my craving." A smile playing at the corner of her lips, swirling her finger in her mouth, she holds the jar out for me.

Taking the offered jar from her fingers, straddling her lap, pushing her down, I chuckle "Oh you naughty, naughty little Succubus." I lean in, nibbling her top lip, "I feel certain I can think of…" Her hands squeeze my hips, pressing us closer, "something to…..uh, satisfy your craving."

We become a tangled mess of tongues and limbs, sweet gooey kisses given and taken, covered in sticky sheets. Trailing my caramel covered fingers up the outside of her thigh to her hip, I place lazy kisses on her sugar coated neck. Mmmmmm, she tastes like a box of chocolates. I whisper into the shell of her ear, "Craving satisfied?"

Her eyes flutter open, arms wrap around my waist, her lips kiss my forehead,

"For caramel yes; you….never."