Author's Note: For those of you just joining us, Book 1 of Profaecy is available on my account page, and is titled Faevor for a Faevor.
Alright, here it is, Chapter 1 of Where the Fae Sun Rises, Book 2 of Profaecy. This story has evolved immensely since its conception. It is actually entirely unrecognizable from the original outline I had constructed for it. It's been a trip writing it, and I've loved writing every minute of it. It has been challenging, gruesome, heart wrenching and inspiring to write it, and not least because of the inspiring work that is put into the show by its writers, cast, and crew. There are some huge deviations from the story of course, some less small deviations, and in some parts, I've actually written in some well-loved scenes from the show because they were so damn perfect and because I felt it was important to reinforce or present them from a different perspective than (I at least) had originally viewed them in.
For all you fellow Doccubus shippers reading this: we are kin in our hopes and dreams for the OTP. Doccubus is and always will be (at least in this series) endgame. There will be hardships, but stick with it, that's what true loyalty is all about. ;)
Regardless, I am both elated and terrified to share Book 2 of Profaecy with you. Please, I beg you: review, criticize, opine and dream. Your comments mean the world to me, and I'm on the edge of my seat to hear your opinions of this crazy little story. I promise, I will continue posting until the story reaches its end. I won't balk, I will finish what I've started so long as there's even one person out there that wants me to (and I know of at least one, thank you for all your unrelenting support, again, you know who you are!) Thank you to all of you, whether you've left your mark in comment/favorite/kudos-form or not. Whoever you are, I love you. ;) And thank you.
And now, with one last (less verbose) further ado, I present Where the Fae Sun Rises:
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Girl; no copyright infringement is intended.
Once again, my work is unbeta-ed, so any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Bo reveled in mornings like these. The sun trickled in through the heavy drapes that lined her wall, dust motes drifted languidly in the thin shafts of sunlight that fell molten, sweet, and fresh onto the scuffed wooden floors of her bedroom. The sheets rustled, twisted between her legs, and the air was rich and heavy with the warm haze of last night's love making. Bird song warbled outside the windows, and a breeze brushed against the glass, rattling it gently and providing a tender, organic wake-up call that was made perfect by the sensual sensation of silken legs sliding between hers, and the whisper of hair as it shifted upon the pillow.
A smile curled across her lips, her eyelids fluttered, and a warm, powerful need throbbed between her thighs. She feigned sleep, if only to completely lose herself in the hot, moist kisses that trailed slowly, tantalizingly, down her neck. A tongue swirled in lazy figure eights across her skin, and the mouth that drifted from her earlobe to her shoulder paused to nip teasingly before swooping along her collarbone to continue its pilgrimage once again, from the base of her neck up to the soft, sensitized patch of skin behind her other ear.
Strong, firm fingers skimmed along the curve of one breast, and Bo couldn't suppress a gasp of pleasure at the sharp, electric sensation of one of her nipples being pinched between forefinger and thumb.
Bo felt a smirk curve the lips of her lover, warm breath ghosted along the shell of her ear, and she wrapped her arms around the woman that shared her bed, the fingers of one hand buried and tangled immediately in the long, thick tresses that cascaded down into her face.
"Good morning," her lover's voice, husky with sleep and want, sent shivers down Bo's spine. Her skin thrummed with pleasure, warmth flooded the space between her thighs again, throbbing with hungry, aching desire. Silky lips closed over her earlobe, and Bo sucked in a sharp breath when a tongue gently, teasingly, flicked the soft, tiny fold of skin between pinching teeth.
"Good morning, indeed," Bo murmured back. Her hand tightened around the curls clenched between her fingers, and she rolled in bed to trap her lover beneath her. Their lips met and fastened as Bo moved, and she shifted her weight to one side, rolling her hips against her lover's, and pulled one leg up to bury her thigh in the slick heat that trickled and dripped between her lover's legs. Her tongue slid across pliant lips, gasping with pleasure and swelling already with the passionate kisses Bo massaged into them, and they opened for her: hot, and humid and ready to be completely plundered. One strong arm wrapped around Bo, the other pressed between their chests, and a delicate touch brushed her cheekbone.
Bo pulled a hair's breadth away, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled into the adoring, feather-light kisses her lover touched briefly to her lips. They finally fell away, and a pair of dazzling, deep green eyes looked up at her, sleepy and blissful and hooded with want.
"Breakfast?" her Thrall's voice was breathy and electric with the desire that flared in a white hot aura around the slender, silken body writhing beneath Bo's powerful touch.
"That," Bo dug her fingers into the trembling, muscled thigh between her own legs and pulled it up against the heat that coiled and pulsed there, "is why you are my favorite."
A low, sharp gasp escaped Inari at the sensation of slick heat sliding down her smooth, warm skin. Bo's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, her head dipped to the arching curve of Inari's neck where she blazed her own trail of hot, wet kisses and playful nips. Inari's porcelain skin was so soft beneath Bo's lips, and the way it flushed immediately under her mouth sent a hot shiver of arousal down Bo's spine that gathered and culminated in the sensitive bundle of nerves that throbbed with every urgent rhythmic thrust of Inari's hips against her own, with every sliding movement of Inari's thigh pressed tightly against her hot, dripping walls. With every thrust, Inari's smooth skin rubbed deliciously against her, and every touch, every stroke that tapped the sensitive nub of her clitoris sent a delicious current of hot, quivering ecstasy bursting through her.
Inari gasped in pleasure beneath her, and Bo moaned in reply, their carnal expressions of hedonistic indulgence mingling and melting together in the steamy, shuddering air around them. Thin, delicate fingers tangled and tightened in Bo's hair, her scalp tingled where Inari tugged, and Inari arched beneath her, pressing her sweat-soaked, gloriously naked body against Bo's. Hard, pebbled nipples pressed against skin, slender, muscled legs wound and twisted with each other and the sheets and the bed creaked beneath their writhing, cadenced movement. Beads of sweat slid and slipped along hot, bare flesh. Blue light glowed beneath Bo's closed eyelids, she raised her head a little to fasten her mouth to Inari's again, her tongue pushed between Inari's teeth to coil against Inari's own.
Inari moaned into the kiss, her hips ground against Bo's, releasing wave after wave of sizzling, sticky pleasure in them both. The Kitsune cried out in ecstasy at the erotic, carnal sensation of Chi rising, flooding her throat, and passing, sweet and coiling, past her teeth, her lips, and into Bo's open, wanting mouth. One grasping hand found Bo's breast, flicked the pebbled mound of her nipple, and her fingers tightened around the firm, silken flesh. She felt, rather than heard, the low, growling groan Bo uttered in response, the guttural echo smothered and lost between lips and tongues and thick, hot, coiling energy. Nails scraped across Bo's toned shoulders, Inari's back arched again into the pleasure that shook her small, slender body, and she bucked her hips again against Bo's with a grunt. Wet heat trickled down the thigh clenched between Bo's legs, and their bodies parted for a brief, excruciating second as Bo slipped one hand between them.
Sweat gathered and shimmered in a thin film around them. Inari's Chi tasted like ripe, juicy blackberries to Bo's hungry mouth. Bo hummed in appreciation, the moan escaping her velvety and husky. It dragged a shiver across Inari's skin, drawing her ever closer to the epic climax that always left her breathless and spent and hungry for more. She gasped into the kiss and drew herself up to deepen it. Lips skimmed between nipping teeth, tongues pulsed and throbbed against each other, warm, humid breath crashed and gathered in a tantric, erratic beat against cheeks and mouths and thick, mahogany hair that fell in a curling, frizzy waterfall around their faces. Bo's fingers slid between hot, slick folds, teasing, taunting, there and gone, until Bo buried two digits knuckle-deep into Inari's throbbing, aching center, and Inari cried out in rapture, her back arched, and she pushed hard into Bo's hand. Inari rocked herself against the fingers that twisted and curled into the trembling, wildly pulsating walls within her, she bit into Bo's shoulder and tasted the salty brine of Bo's sweat on her tongue, the hand that grasped Bo's breast squeezed tightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from Bo that washed hot air over her shoulder, and her other hand fell to the mattress beneath her, the fingers digging into the dampened silk sheets and her whole body thrumming with screaming, molten bliss. Inari uttered a final cry, muffled beneath the shoulder clenched between her teeth and, jerking riotously against the hand that slammed irregularly in and out of her she fell, finally, dizzy and trembling and careening over the edge.
Bo's mouth fell on Inari's again in a searing kiss that made the Kitsune's eyes roll back in her head, and pulled deliciously, mind-numbingly, at the sweet, erotic Chi Bo feasted on. Every hot, sweaty inch of Inari's body tingled with pleasure, and though her muscles ached with sweet release and felt heavy and slow, Inari moved against Bo. The thigh still clenched between Bo's legs writhed, tearing a long, low moan from Bo's throat that shivered between their melded, swollen lips. Inari pressed the tip of a finger to the slick, swollen bud that bumped and ground against her thigh, and the effect of that gentle touch sent a spasm across Bo's body that only served to reignite the burning embers of Inari's lust.
The last, sweet shreds of Inari's Chi slipped between Bo's lips. The Succubus glowed with power and sensuality and ground her hips against Inari's again. The Kitsune's fingers rubbed deliberately, expertly, against her over-sensitized clitoris, spreading scorching, sticky want over the throbbing bundle of nerves, and ecstasy speared through Bo's trembling body. She broke their heated kiss, and her eyes, thundering electric blue, connected with Inari's heavy-lidded, lust-filled gaze. The hungry desire in Inari's hot stare, the tongue that licked across red, swollen lips and the hot-blooded blush that flushed Inari's pale, ceramic skin pulled Bo close, dangled her over the edge she'd already thrown Inari over. With a heavy, gasping pant, she arched into the teasing thumb that Inari rubbed dexterously over slick, stiffened skin and jolted violently into the three, rigid fingers that slid deep into her. Sweet release rushed hot and wet, soaking Inari's fingers, scorching the soft skin with the urgency she had sated. Bo threw her head back, thick, silken curls crashed in a heavy wave around her neck and shoulders, and her eyelids fell with the heady, dizzying climax. Her lips parted, swollen and red, in a final cry of pleasure that tore from her throat and then fell into a low, throaty moan. Bo's arms trembled, she draped herself across Inari's heaving chest and pressed a wet kiss to the swell of her lover's breast. They lay, panting and trembling in one another's arms for a long, languorous moment, wrapped in an orgasmic haze of sweat, and heat and gratification.
Inari moved to bury herself deeper, lower, in Bo's arms, and pressed a tender, doting kiss to the nape of Bo's neck, her mouth humming with satisfaction and absolute, sensual bliss. Slowly, tantalizingly, she withdrew her fingers from Bo's throbbing center, and with her open, lust-filled stare locked with Bo's, licked and sucked her hot, sweet climax from her skin. Then they shifted, settling to lie side by side, still tangled in one another and the hot, twisted bed sheets. With a gratified, victorious grin spread wide across her lips, Inari nuzzled further into Bo's neck, enfolded by the heavy brown curls that draped and mingled with her own bright red locks. Her cleaned, damp fingers hovered along the curves of Bo's body and dipped into the valley of her waist, feather-light and adoring.
"Again?" Inari murmured into her Mistress' sweat dampened skin, eliciting a throaty, appreciative chuckle from the Succubus that sent shivers of excitement racing up and down her spine.
Bo's fingers pulsed with warm energy, she flattened a palm against the small of Inari's back and curled down to capture Inari's lips in a long, seductive kiss. When they parted, a current of azure electricity flashed and burned behind rich mahogany eyes, and a smile curled across Bo's swollen, flushing lips.
"If you insist…" she purred. Her fingers wound again in Inari's thick, silken scarlet mane, and their mouths crashed together in burning, wanton abandon.
It was dark. Bo could feel her heart slam against her ribcage, her fingers shook with the resonance of her blood pounding heavy and anxious throughout her whole body. Her lips were dry, she licked them nervously and stepped a little closer to the door that hung open just a sliver, and drew in a deep, faltering breath. Her fingers curled around the edge of the door, her face twisted into an uneasy frown, and she slid the door open a little further.
A pale ribbon of light streamed in from the hallway, but the room was so dark, all it illuminated was the scuffed wooden floor, a cracked wall, and a pair of discarded black boots, empty and purposeless without the perfect pair of little, elegant feet to fill them. Bo had edged in through the newly widened gap, squinting into the darkness in an attempt to pick out the slender, ballerina figure curled under the sheets within.
"Kenzi?" she whispered, so softly she was sure she hadn't been heard. But movement rustled under the sheets, and Bo's eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness of her best friend's bedroom. Her nostrils flared nervously, she left the door cracked open behind her and took another, tentative step inside.
"Kenzi, are you awake?" she spoke a little louder, her voice barely carrying through the cool shadows to the form shifting into wakefulness on the big, four-poster queen-sized bed. Bo could hear the soft, slow intake of a deep breath, and then the tiny, fragile woman curled under her sheets moved into a slumped sit.
"Yeah, Bo. I'm here," Kenzi's voice sounded pale and groggy in the murky darkness. A flash of fair, creamy skin caught Bo's eye, and a paper-thin wave of relief swelled for an instant through her at the gesture to come in, to join her. Bo slipped to the bedside, her bare feet padding almost silently across the warm, wooden boards, and the bed creaked in protest as she crawled in over the sheets beside her best friend.
Arms circled her, warm, and thin, and comforting. Bo slipped her legs under the sheets and curled into Kenzi, her own arms winding around her slender body and her face pressed into the warm contours of Kenzi's neck, where it sloped to her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Kenz," Bo mumbled into the dark, ruffled locks of hair that tumbled around her face and tickled her nose. Kenzi smelled warm, and thick, and heady, like sleep. "I'm so glad you're okay," she whispered softly into the dark, eyes squeezed shut against the painful memories that had plagued her for hours, against the horrifying guilt that twisted like a knife in her gut. Thin fingers stroked Bo's hair, Kenzi's breath whispered against her ear, and Bo felt another wave of guilt hit her for waking Kenzi when she'd been needing her rest so badly, because Bo selfishly needed her best friend to tell her that everything was going to be okay.
The blind darkness of the bedroom weighed heavily on Bo's shoulders, dense with the silence that followed Bo's quiet apology. The fingers that brushed through Bo's hair paused, and Bo wondered, hoped, that Kenzi had only fallen asleep again, that a condemnatory shove wouldn't follow, that Kenzi wouldn't hate her for the betrayal, the abandonment she must have felt, trapped and alone in a cave for more than a day.
When Kenzi spoke again, her words were so cracked, so tired and sad, Bo felt her heart break in her chest.
"It's okay, Bo. You needed to help Lauren," Kenzi's fingers resumed their soothing rhythm caressing Bo's hair while she spoke, and Bo pressed herself harder into Kenzi's thin frame, willing her best friend to know, to understand, how much she loved her.
"I needed to help you," Bo's words splintered with the tears that choked her throat and threatened to spill down her cheeks. It sapped her strength to pull away from Kenzi, but she needed her to see the regret, the love, the relief that dampened Bo's cheeks and stretched her lips into a twisted, anguished frown. "I needed to help both of you. But I didn't. I couldn't."
Bo couldn't describe to either Kenzi or Lauren what it had been like to feel her humanity depressed into a tiny ball of consciousness that could not act, that did not want to feel. She had known how she felt, had known that she felt the intoxicating pull Lauren had always had on her, had known that she was terrified for Kenzi, but couldn't commit to it, couldn't act upon it. She had known that they held the power to make her commit to it. And she had avoided confronting both in order to cling to the part of her that never suffered emotion, that wasn't human. The longer she remained the monster, the harder she struggled to lose her humanity, because regaining it would ultimately destroy her.
But seeing Kenzi, dirty, disheveled, and still fighting, had flipped a switch. Instead of struggling to lose her humanity, she struggled to regain it. Even if it meant that regaining it would destroy her. Even knowing that what she'd done would break her.
Bo stared into Kenzi's eyes, willing her to understand, knowing that she couldn't, not really. They glittered in the darkness, unreadable and black under the suffocating shadows of her bedroom. Bo could barely make out the contours of her cheek and the pale outline of her hair falling around her face. Bo's lips trembled in the oppressive silence, she had to say something, if only to break the tense quiet.
"I'm so sorry, Kenzi," Bo's words were mangled by the regret and self-loathing that tore at her heart, still beating rebelliously in her chest.
Forgiveness flickered in Kenzi's opaque eyes, and the beautiful, strong, loyal human leaned in to pull Bo into another tight embrace, quietly hushing the sob that wracked Bo's body and tightening her arms around the guilt-ridden woman that begged for clemency.
"It's okay, Bo," Kenzi repeated, her words softer, kinder than Bo believed she deserved, "I'm okay. Everything's gonna be okay."
Bo huddled into Kenzi's arms, her lips pressed to Kenzi's warm skin, her eyes squeezed shut against the memory of Kenzi turning up in the dungeon, caked with dirt, her hair tangled and mascara dried in dark runs down her pallid cheeks. "You are my heart, Kenzi," Bo mumbled, the words tumbling out unbidden but sincere, "I love you, so much…" she trailed off, wishing with every fiber of her iniquitous soul that she could take away all the pain she had caused the woman in her arms and carry it for her.
