A/N: Heya guys, I just figured I'd put this flash fiction up. I'm not entirely sure if I will make write another chapter for it or not. If you guys would like me to than I will, but its not really high on my priorities list lol Yep, that's about it. Hope you enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Lost Girl.
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"Ya know it's extremely adorable when you do that" Bo motioned to the flush tint painting Lauren's cheeks as she stood, examining her hard features in the mirror, focusing on deep breaths.
Bo had taken the initiative to follow the blonde when she escaped their friends confused, probing eyes outside around the bond fire as they laughed drunkenly, roasting marshmallows on the open fire beneath a brilliantly lit starry sky. Vex made a terrible joked about some pseudo-sexual position that he had caught Bo in with Dyson in the past and at the apparent smugness coating said scruffy man's voice Lauren bolted, handing her roasting treat to a disgusted Kenzi at the info, as she mumbled a halfhearted reply walking in the cabin with as much dignity as she could muster in her awkward retreat.
She really wished this stupid infatuation she had with Bo would finally stop already, it was beginning to become obvious and a hassle, wrecking havoc on her composed demeanor.
Lauren focused darkened brown eyes at the intrusion, her soft curls whipping around her face at the sudden motion. She wrinkled her eyebrows. "I-I wasn't feeling too good" she lied with a huff, scratching the back of her neck. "Just blame it on the ridiculous amounts of alcohol I've ingested not long ago."
The blonde strained an awkward chuckle, until falling silent watching the spirited brunette take deliberate steps, stopping an arm's length from her. That damn tension was back again, whenever she found herself alone with the too friendly brunette she noticed a palpable shift between them and it confused her.
Did Bo know…? Was it obvious whenever Lauren held her gaze a little bit longer than was normal among friends?
Lauren involuntarily adverted her eyes to the bed, neatly made in the far corner of the room. Endless amounts of self-induced fantasies had been hatched on that very bed since arriving three days ago as she thought of the brunette's skin flush and hot to touch, while her shifty fingers rummaged in her soaked panties, climaxing.
Bo's boots echoed on the wooden floorboard as she stepped further in Lauren's personal bubble, raking her finger across the dresser, gaze never leaving the blondes. "And it had nothing to do with what freak boy said not too long ago?" Bo smirked seeing Lauren's eyes traveling between her lips to the bed. They had been playing this cat and mouse game for what seemed like forever now. Ever since they all befriended the blonde after she transferred to their remote college.
Lauren mouth gaped for a second before closing, than a chuckle left her mouth as she rolled her eyes "N-no yeah…that was-"
Bo closed the distance, her hands cradling Lauren's face, causing the woman to whimper softly under her breath. "Lauren I get it, Dyson is a dick, but it's not what you think-between us…not anymore at least-not for me"
Lauren breath hitched in her throat as she felt her stomach drop at the admission, she never been the type of woman to pine over infuriating, gorgeous women that gave mixed signals.
Oh what the hell, yes she was...
"I-I don't know what you want from me" she stammered, leaning more into the soft hands against her steamy cheeks, eyes fluttering closed on their own volition.
Her resolve was slowly dwindling with every heavy breath she took, inhaling Bo's hefty scent of vanilla and butterscotch. She was still at a loss of why her scent made her forget her own name sometimes when she never liked butterscotch as a child.
Bo cracked a genuine smile at the statement. "I don't want anything you don't wanna give willingly"
Lauren groaned as she felt glossy lips against her own, she tasted cherries as Bo swiped her tongue across her quivering bottom lip before biting it with a devilish smirk and soothing it with a gentle suckle. Before she registered who move first, roaming hands were each other loose hair, she was clumsily led to the bed before falling against the squeaky mattress, gravity and her knees touching the beds edge pushing her backward.
She knew maintaining a fiery gaze with Bo, who was now stripping off her shirt with frantic movements, exposing toned abs and perky breasts squeezed in a Victoria's Secret back bra, before her fingers undid Laurens own jeans zipper, as she lung her shirt somewhere across the room, she would willingly give herself to the brunette.