Hey there,
Sorry I haven't updated Mud and Blood yet. I will soon, but I needed something without any death in it.
Wanting to have sex is a normal response to grief, right? Well, here's mine. I just felt like being a bitch.
What do you think?
Lauren Lewis was having lots of sex.
Sometimes, as she was sitting in her office, nursing a cup of steamy hot Earl Grey, rarely coffee, in her palm, and listening to a patient or colleague bitching about things she couldn't care less about, she was wondering if all that fucking was indeed turning her brain off. Scientifically speaking, she knew this was impossible. Well, unless she'd be in the Middle Ages, where she was pretty sure she'd have been burned at the stake for her… proclivities.
But other times, like right now, on the edge of her third climax in a row under the skilled hands and mouth of the dark-haired woman between her legs, she was pretty sure there was no such thing as 'too much sex.' And her brain and body never felt more awake, even though every muscle was almost sore in the wake of the amazing sex marathon she'd just been through.
Lauren Lewis had lots of sex and she loved it. She had sex at home, at the office, in public places, at other people's houses. To her credit, there were actually very few places where she hadn't had sex. To her credit, because nobody would have suspected the shy, dark blonde doctor of such activities. Most of her colleagues thought she was a prude because she never laughed at any of their dirty jokes. In all honesty, Lauren only laughed at jokes that involved science terms and puns on chemical formulas because these were the only jokes she even bothered to understand.
Thankfully her girlfriend compensated a great deal. Witty and sharp, with an insane sense of humor, there were very few things in this universe Tamsin didn't get. Her sense of humor was actually so broad that it sometimes switched from crass to Christian-angelic at the speed of light. Lauren's girlfriend could crack a joke in whatever circumstance and her jokes were always pretty damn good, even the doctor agreed.
The reason Lauren Lewis was having so much sex was that she was having it with just about every woman in her life. Every woman that meant something, that is.
First there was Tamsin, her girlfriend of 3 years and a half. Gorgeous, tall and smart, the blonde detective loved Lauren to bits and was phenomenal in bed. She enjoyed having sex as much as Lauren did and this was perhaps one of the main things that had brought them and kept them together, besides their past experiences and trauma in the war and their innate fear of failing the people they loved and cared about. They fucked like rabbits whenever they got the chance. Their dinners at home were seldom uninterrupted, as more often than not Tamsin stopped in the middle of the second course Lauren had taken precious time to cook, and found a very intimate way of thanking her girlfriend for the effort. This involved a lot of heaving and panting until they both came together, naked and moaning, on the floor, the dining table, under the table, and on any other flat surface in their living room.
And as amazing Tamsin was when it came to driving her over the edge, then there was Bo. The dark-haired, dark-eyed, voluptuous private investigator of sorts had stormed into her life a year before, along with her assistant Kenzi, accusing Lauren of embezzling hospital funds and letting patients die. This enraged Lauren a great deal and after a heated argument that she won, making the PI realize how preposterous her accusations were, she accepted the woman's invitation for drinks, by way of apology. She ended up going down on Bo in the pub's ladies room before they even finished their second drink. They had been seeing each other rather regularly ever since. Sometimes for dinner but most of the time just for the mind-blowing sex. Bo was nothing short of a sex demon, with incredible stamina, and she wouldn't have touched the idea of being in a monogamous relationship with a ten foot pole. She jokingly referred to Lauren as her best fuck buddy. And this suited the doctor just fine.
Then there was Kenzi, Bo's beautiful, strange assistant. With her wide, blue eyes and penchant for anything goth, the Russian girl has always insisted that she was straight and just experimenting. Lauren never tried to convince her otherwise and allowed the girl to set her own pace and just let things come naturally. She had been seeing Kenzi for almost as long as she'd been seeing Bo, and everything with the Russian was so different it was extremely exciting. Lauren found that she actually enjoyed teaching Kenzi how to make love to a woman. Although tentatively at first, the Russian was now an incredibly skilled lover yet she still acted like a student with lots of things to learn, asking Lauren for confirmation and guidance in bed, but the doctor knew she didn't need them anymore. Kenzi was keeping up the pretense for Lauren, who was definitely not complaining.
And then there was Evony, her former boss in the ER, before Lauren had been named head of the hospital's new Research Department, which basically made them equals on the administrative board. They had always had a rather tense relationship and Lauren was convinced Evony hated her deeply. That until one night when their monthly board session went longer than expected and they were the only two members left to hammer out the details of an inter-departmental program meant to implement more of Lauren's research results in day-to-day hospital treatments and practices. As they were wrapping up and getting ready to leave, Evony stood up, walked behind Lauren's chair and began to slowly massage her shoulders and neck. Before the doctor could react, the dark-haired woman leaned forward and swiftly caught her lips between her own, sucking them gently. Lauren's eyes widened before she gave in, and found herself returning the kiss rather eagerly. This had happened 6 months before and had continued, on and off, no strings attached, ever since.
So you see, Lauren's concerns about having too much sex were not without a base in reality. She was fucking four incredibly beautiful women on a regular basis, which made the nerd in her mentally flip the bird at her former med-school mates who were always competing to get into the pants of Miss Congeniality and none of them ever succeeded. At the time, Lauren knew Miss Congeniality was profoundly religious, so she didn't even bother. But what would her former mates think of her now, she thought smugly. She had never been known as the Don Juan type, yet here she was.
Lauren Lewis was extra careful to not let the four women in her life cross paths too much. It was tiring at times but truth be told she was actually quite good at this hiding game. The secrecy, the risk of being discovered were exhilarating and got her even more excited. There was some degree of knowledgeability, of course, it would have been impossible to keep this up for so long otherwise.
Bo knew about Tamsin, but didn't care, she was in it for the sex anyway. Kenzi knew about Bo and Tamsin, but she was straight so she never had any expectations from Lauren to offer anything else than regular intercourse. She claimed to have a boyfriend, but Lauren suspected this was a lie. Bo didn't know about Kenzi. Despite claiming high and low that she didn't do relationships, she could be insanely possessive and she would have thrown a terrible fit if she'd known her prized fuck buddy was banging her equally prized and allegedly straight assistant. Evony knew about all of them and she was having the time of her life, never missing any opportunity to tease Lauren about the situation she'd gotten herself into.
Tamsin didn't know about any of the other women. One of the main reasons the usually super smart detective was totally oblivious to her girlfriend's extracurricular activities was her general disposition towards rabid jealous fits. She had stopped allowing jealousy to prey and feed on her insecurity a while back, after she had finally come to accept the fact Lauren was there to stay and loved her for who she was. Since then, Tamsin had never again said anything about any women who happened to enter Lauren's orbit, no matter who they were. The doctor wasn't sure what Tamsin was thinking, but she was grateful that the outwardly aggression the detective was usually displaying towards what she perceived as potential competitors was no longer there.
Was she sorry about cheating? Yes. No. It was… complicated. Despite what everyone thought, Lauren was rather good at compartmentalizing. Sometimes she was very sorry – for instance when Tamsin came home late from work, angry with the world and broken. She would lie down in bed next to Lauren and hold her tight in her strong arms, hesitantly opening up about her work and the terrible murders she'd been sent to investigate. When she talked about it, she used all the euphemisms she could think of and avoided using any blunt words or bloody imagery. It was her way of trying to shield Lauren from the bad world out there, as if talking about it in uncertain terms would keep all the evil away. It was sweet but pointless, as Lauren had already seen all the evil out there, the blood and gore and pain people inflicted on each other, due to the very nature of her work. But it was sweet and useless and both of them knew it. In those moments, Lauren almost promised herself she would break it off with all the others and only be with Tamsin for the rest of her life.
But then she saw them again and her determination went down the drain. She wasn't sure why she couldn't say no, but she really couldn't. She had tried to but failed lamely every time, she thought, as she was now hissing in pleasure while the woman between her thighs bit gently on her clit. Sometimes it was hard to keep track, she mused, thinking how the only blonde woman in her life was Tamsin, and at times she almost forgot which of her three dark-haired lovers she was bedding. Like right now, when her mind was too numb to think straight after her previous orgasms and all she could see as she looked down was someone's beautiful black hair contrasting with her white skin. She almost forgot who it was – that until she felt a soft hand reaching up to her breasts and starting to pinch her nipples gently, while the other hand grabbed her ass and pulled her pelvis up a bit to allow a strong, obviously very experienced tongue to plunge deep inside her.
'Bo,' she gasped and felt the other woman grin against her sex, and increasing the speed and force of her thrusts. Her right hand was still massaging Lauren's breasts and hardened nipples, while the left was moving constantly from the waist down the legs and back up until reaching Lauren's wonderfully warm core and joining the tongue in its effort to push the doctor further into the realm of pure, raw pleasure.
Her mind barely registered how Bo's tongue started moving upwards, its place inside Lauren swiftly taken by two long fingers. Lauren gasped and writhed under the touch, and Bo applied a bit more pressure to her movements and kisses, trying to steady the doctor. Her soft lips played with Lauren's nipples one by one, sucking them deep, before continuing their journey upwards and finally landing on the doctor's mouth, kissing her hungrily. Lauren's mind was long gone by now, and she seriously wasn't bothered by this, as another powerful orgasm washed over her, leaving her unable to move, yet incredibly happy. No, in times like these Lauren definitely wasn't sorry.
She almost dozed off in Bo's arms, a sweet feeling of exhaustion spreading through her body, when her eyes fell on the clock by the bed – it was shaped as two little girls kissing and Lauren had thought it had been custom made but Bo explained that the antique piece, 'queer in more ways than one,' was this way because of a fault in the manufacturing process. Instead of pairing a little boy and girl, whoever had made it accidentally used two girl figurines. Bo had stumbled upon it in a flea market, where apparently nobody wanted to buy the quaint little thing, but she couldn't just leave it there, sad and forgotten, she simply had to have it and give it a 'steady home,' she joked. So the timepiece, which was always running behind for some reason, was now standing proudly on her nightstand, showing that it was already…. 7:15 pm!?
"Shit, I'm gonna be so late," Lauren jumped out of bed and started going around the room looking for her clothes.
"Wha… what? What time is it?" Bo groaned, still half asleep. When Lauren didn't answer, she opened one eye lazily and turned her head to check the clock herself. "Yeah, tell me about it… Got a thing… too… with a client…" she said, stretching her arms and starting to get up. She watched in amusement how Lauren was trying to throw her clothes back on all at once – or at least that's what it looked like she was doing. "Relax, doctor, where's the fire?"
Lauren stopped and sighed. "I'm late, I'm running very, very late and it's all your fault," she teased. Bo grinned back. "I'm honored, then." She got up and walked to Lauren, who couldn't help but swallow hard when looking at the superb, perfect form of the naked woman in front of her. Bo reached up to fix her jacket collar and smirked when she noticed how Lauren was eyeing her perfect breasts. "Lauren, mind out of the gutter or you'll never make it to wherever it is you have to be," she whispered.
The doctor sighed and grinned apologetically. "Yes. Right. You're absolutely right. Dinner with old friends… supposed to start at 7:30, which I'll never make, obviously."
Bo nodded. "Is your girlfriend gonna be there?" she said but it didn't sound like a question. Bo insisted on calling Tamsin 'her girlfriend' although she knew perfectly well what her name was. "Yes…" Lauren paused. "Hospital emergency again… I'll think of something…"
After kissing Bo several times and barely being able to stop herself from getting the woman back into bed, Lauren was finally out the door at 7:45. She drove to the restaurant as fast as she could, hopefully without breaking too many traffic rules, and got there a little after 8:15. Forty-five minutes late wasn't that bad. She'd checked her phone on the way there from Bo's place and found one missed call and a text message letting her know Tamsin had waited for her at home but eventually had to leave to meet Dyson and Vex at the restaurant, and that they'd see her there. Lauren texted back; she couldn't bring herself to call just then, so she sent a message that she was on her way, she'd been held up by Evony who needed help with a difficult case – she knew Evony would have covered for her if anything.
After she parked she quickly poured half a bottle of hand sanitizing solution on her hands and rubbed it well into the skin, also spreading it on her neck and face, and then poured almost another half of a bottle of perfume – she had left in a rush and hadn't had time to shower. She got out of the car, put on her most confident face and strolled into the restaurant.