A/N: Howdy, I know, I know I have so many other stories unfinished I have no idea why the hell I'm starting another one. But you see, this isn't a reeeaal story. Its only drabbles, and flash fictions. See? That makes it better. Yeah? All of these stories will be completely unrelated to one another, I'm just trying to stretch my creative juices more. Anything goes in these stories. So if you have any kinds of triggers well...I'll warn you beforehand. The name in bold will be the word the drabble was based upon.
I will try to update this thing weekly, but I will try to make it a habit to write daily for this thing since I got 100 stories to write. Wish me luck!
xoxo
Based upon 1x01
First Impression
It was deplorable. The very thought wrecked utter chaos in Lauren's brain, but yet, the more she pondered about the situation it was more deplorable she thought any differently of the Light fae after so many years indentured.
They would force Bbbooo…no, the succubus to take the test with no proper training. The utter madness. The nerve.
Lauren shook her head, running a hand frustratingly through her blonde mane, pulling at the roots.
Don't humanize her, that's makes it all too real, feelings spluttering along inside her chest clinging to manifest, to become real. They weren't real. This whole ordeal wasn't. Only Nadia was.
Her wonderful Nadia.
Lauren scoffed under her breath, setting about doing daily tasks in the lab, anything to keep her fingers moving in a lame attempt to burn the memory of the intriguing succubus away. But Lauren knew the attempt was futile; blatant evidence followed her every step she took, her panties damp, arousal soaked into the cool fabric, her body thrummed alight from the warm pulse that was transferred into her palms. Her whole body tingled so deliriously so at the touch it made her vision blur.
And Bboo, no the succubus only watched, her brown eyes smirking when hearing Lauren gasp like she knew exactly what she was doing to her.
"I can offer you things" Bo breathed. Her eyes boring into Lauren's. Their faces so close, she could feel the tickle of every slow harmonious breath the blonde took. "If we get out of here."
"I know what you're doing" Lauren's words came out lazy, lulled into a dreamlike state of unawareness.
Bo chuckled silently, pleasantly surprised at the talking with someone finally who wasn't ignorant of her 'gifts'. "You want me to stop?"
"No"
And she didn't want her to stop, even when Dyson stepped into view halting their escape from the lab, she didn't want the cold to seep into her fingers where Bo's hands had fit perfectly.
Oh how she disliked him, loathed his very pompous existence. Don't think of him, think of more delightful things...
Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo…don't think about her name. Bbbboooo….. No! don't think about how the name would roll off your lips sweet as sugar in the throes of pleasure, her expert fingers buried knuckle deep in your sex.
She groaned closing her eyes, hands clinging to the exam table as if it was her only lifeline to sanity, willing the ache building in her belly to dissipate; she felt ravenous craving that touch again that slithered pass her iron-clad defenses effortlessly, easier than any person or fae was able to have done through seduction, torture or faux benign words.
She was a professional, a scientist that didn't believe in fate or any other silly notion that refused the logic of free-will, and scientific proof. This infatuation…had to be just an infatuation because of the pulse oozing through her system as a potent aphrodisiac, covering every inch of her senses slowly so much so feared she wouldn't be able to properly function until she saw the succubus again.
If she wasn't dead that is.
Even Nadia never got this much under skin so quickly. Oh her beautiful, beautiful light.
Her own tragic Sleeping Beauty.
How foolish was her heart, her throbbing sex for wanting anyone other than Nadia. That was the thing that scared her, terrified her to the core even, was that she wasn't merely infatuated with the succubus that might be dead now from some unlawful test taking that place at the warehouse right that instant. No, no this wasn't infatuation… or was it?
A disbelieving laugh bubbled from her throat as she sat in her chair inelegantly. All forgetting the paperwork, the experiments, everything.
Lauren knew now.
She was utterly fucked.
