Because it's fun to fuck with Bo when you're drunk. Especially if you're Tamsin.
The impatient pounding on her door only intensified the more Bo tried to ignore it. It was 3 A.M. in the goddamn morning and she was tired and drained without an ounce of delicious chi in her system to sustain her till the morning. She felt guilty every time she fed and she didn't want that feeling hanging over her whenever Lauren looked at her.
Angrily she threw back the covers and dragged herself out of bed, descending the stairs two at a time and wincing at each creak and groan, praying that they didn't give out on her. The knocking persisted, the rhythm slightly erratic and completely indicative of a very drunk person or possibly a junkie.
Great.
"I'm coming!" Bo yelled, but it didn't seem like the rude, uninvited asshole on the other side of door heard or acknowledged her.
After fiddling with the lock, Bo swung the door open and was shocked to find a pair of slightly drowsy green eyes peering at her with curiosity. Bo took in all five feet and ten inches of the tall blonde grinning sloppily in her drunken haze.
"Greetings, succubus." Tamsin leaned into the doorway, vodka bottle in hand as she took a swig.
"What the hell are you doing here at this hour?" Bo demanded.
Perfectly trimmed eyebrows arched at her. "You're not gonna invite me in? Rude much?"
"It's 3 A.M. and you woke me up. How am I the rude one here?"
Tamsin rolled her eyes and pushed her way in, sliding Bo to the side like an afterthought.
"Yes, by all means come right in!" The succubus threw her hands up in the air as she pushed the door close with her body.
"So I took the D-man out for some drinks," the blonde began, not hearing Bo or, rather, choosing to ignore her. "Biggest regret of my life. I thought it'd be fun to get him drunk, but he just gets moody and talks about you all the time. He completely cock-blocked me, dude."
"Where's Dyson now?" Bo crossed her arms over her chest watching as the blonde lazily crashed down onto the couch and take another sip from her bottle.
"I left him by the dumpster. I think he was digging in it for food or some shit."
Bo turned her head in disbelief. "Great friend he has there."
Tamsin let out an ironic laugh, her long, lean body now fully reclined on the couch. "Partners," she made a distinction. "Not friends." Then she threw her head back onto the throw pillow, gazing at the ceiling as if in awe.
Bo knew then and there that the valkyrie was definitively smashed because the shack, much to her dismay, did not hold up well to close scrutiny. "Well," she began, the irritation rising slightly in her tone, "maybe you could do with a few, cuz your attitude sucks."
"Why, are you offering?" the blonde slurred, the smile never leaving her face as her eyes fixed on Bo. Clumsily, she pulled herself into a sitting position, setting the bottle down onto the table.
Bo studied Tamsin in silence, wanting to clarify that no, she sort of hated her. But then she stopped herself, not really sure if hate was the word she'd used. The valkyrie agitated her, yes - annoyed her even more so. But hate? It would be an outright lie to say yes, but she didn't want to give the blonde that satisfaction so she settled on, "You wish."
Tamsin snorted in what seemed like a moment of lucidity before she threw herself backwards, slumping against the couch. "Friends with a succubus..." the blonde considered, mulling the thought over in her head. "It's gotta have its benefits, right?"
Bo was momentarily taken aback. "Like what?" She felt her face scrunching on its own, as if her entire body wanted to reject the idea, but then her pulse gave a little jump when the blonde threw her a dimpled smile, her green eyes lighting up.
"Like wall-pounding sex." The valkyrie's voice was just dripping with mischief as if she knew how to push all the right buttons; or perhaps she was pushing every single button at once and delighting herself in whatever reaction she got.
Bo felt a cold sweat washing all over her as her stomach started to churn. No, she wanted to say. No, you are not fucking drunk in my shack right now and propositioning me with sex.
"Oh come on!" The blonde ushered the thought again. "Don't tell me you never thought about it before. I mean..." She looked Bo up and down, her eyebrows rising once they settled back to Bo's widened eyes. "...you sure look like you need it."
"I - I..." Bo stammered, the words suddenly dissolving as she eyed the blonde, studying the way her gold curls fell loosely over her shoulders and how intensely her green eyes contrasted with her dark outfit. "I do. But not from you." She was not proud, but at least she got a sentence out.
Tamsin smirked and stood up on two long wobbly legs, swaying over in a clumsy sort of way while her green eyes locked with Bo as she approached. Slowly and deliberately, the blonde reached her hand out, sliding her long index finger along Bo's jaw line and delighting herself in the shiver that she had induced from the succubus. "You wouldn't be saying that if you had me," her low, sly voice crawled up and down Bo's spine.
The succubus inhaled deeply. "You are pretty fucking arrogant," she murmured back.
"I'm a lot of fucking things, succubus," Tamsin whispered, bringing her face closer to Bo's open mouth. "Are you ready to find out?" Bo could practically taste the alcohol in her breath, feeling nearly drunk herself as she gazed in wonder at how it was humanly possible for the valkyrie to fit herself in those tight jeans. It didn't matter, really. They would be ripped off before she knew it.
When her restraints buckled and snapped Bo rushed forward and hungrily pushed her lips up against the blonde's, clawing at her shirt and nearly yanking off the chain around her neck. Tamsin laughed silently at the succubus's desperation and frenziness to unclothe her. "Cool your jet engines, sweetheart."
"You started this," Bo gasped, feeling the valkyrie's fingers sliding down her pants. "So just shut up and finish it."
"With pleasure."
Tamsin rolled the succubus's shirt off of her back and dove right in, her lips trailing down the column of Bo's neck and sinking in between the valley between her breasts. She shoved Bo up against the nearest wall, grinning with the force that it took to make the succubus yelp in surprise.
Bo pawed at her, ripping her top in half and then frantically tugging at the blonde's bra, all the while leaving wet kisses wherever her lips could make contact. Tamsin threw Bo's legs around her hips and impatiently tore off her pants, not entirely surprised to find nothing else left to dispose of. Her eyebrows raised in what might seem like a sign of approval.
"I don't wear underwear," Bo explained with a coy smile before she grabbed Tamsin by the neck and pulled her in again, burying Tamsin's face into her chest.
The blonde moved her mouth over a nipple, sucking and lightly biting until they became sore and hardened as Bo moaned and began to grind her hips up against Tamsin.
The succubus was impatient, her insides just itching for pleasure. "Stop teasing, you bitch."
"You need to be taught some patience," Tamsin grinned, running her fingers down the length of Bo's taut stomach and hovering just slightly outside of her folds. Her mouth moved to another nipple, causing Bo to shriek as Tamsin's teeth clamped tighter before she released the pressure, her lips gliding over the rock-hard tip until her mouth pulled back with a 'pop.'
Bo's eyes fluttered wildly, her breathing increasing in ragged breaths as she felt herself beginning to get wet. Tamsin still wouldn't touch her yet. No, the bitch was still taking her time but that was fine. Two could play at that game.
Firmly, she gripped the blonde's face in her hands, attacking her lips and slowly pulling that exhilarating blue chi from the valkyrie's core and feeling herself fill up with the rush of victory, the chilliness of ice and the unbridled passion for life and death. The valkyrie's chi was a whirlwind of vibrant emotions, memories of ancient glories and present wishes - an overlapping collage of a life lived and loved at its finest.
"Beautiful..." Bo muttered, lost so deeply in the sensation that she could think of nothing else. She had never felt so powerful, so rejuvenated as her eyes began to glow a brilliant blue and she gazed at the blonde kissing her way down to her center. Goddammit, Tamsin was right and it was killing her just to admit it to herself. There was no way to go back from this and she knew she'd always want more. She'd been played and played so very well.
The blonde began to carry her away from the wall and, crossing over with a few swift strides, threw her with a violent passion onto the couch. Bo let out a cry of excitement, watching as the valkyrie looked at her, the haze of alcohol still cast over her eyes, her blonde hair ruffled in all directions, and yet she still looked so magnificently ravishing in all her drunken glory. With one hand squeezing Bo's breast, she thrust her fingers into the succubus's warm center with the other, pumping in a slow rhythm and then finally picking up speed as Bo moaned louder and screamed for release.
"Fuck!" Bo cried as she could feel her muscles clenching and the warmth flushing to her core.
Tamsin swept her long, blonde locks back and fixed her eyes deeply into Bo, grinning. "You asked for it." She pumped harder and faster while thumbing Bo's clit. Her other hand simultaneously pinched the succubus's nipples, squeezing and caressing until she went numb and felt only the wave building up in her lower depths. The orgasm swept through her like a tidal wave, shaking her violently and rendering her powerless until all she could do was curse and scream out the valkyrie's name while she finally shuddered to a stop.
Bo lay motionless for several seconds, drinking in the air and feeling her heartbeat return to a more natural rhythm. "Tamsin?" she called out when she noted the stillness around her.
The blonde pulled herself back into view, attempting but failing to put her shirt back on as it draped over her like a tattered rag. "Well, you ruined my shirt, but I won the bet."
"What bet?" the succubus's eyes narrowed as she slowly started to get up from the couch.
"Oh it was a stupid thing with Dyson," Tamsin began, scrunching her nose playfully. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't even remember. He got pretty fucking drunk and started howling at everyone, even the dudes."
Bo suddenly felt horrified - horrified and naked. She'd had the most amazing, mind-blowing sex in ages and now she felt like she wanted to scrub herself off. "This is the part where you tell me what this bet entails," she said sharply.
The valkyrie looked away for a minute, unsure, then she swallowed quickly and said, "Basically, if I got you to agree to have sex with me, I can shave his beard off."
"That?That was your fucking bet?!"
Tamsin gave an innocent shrug and threw what looked like a I'm too drunk to know much look and skittered out, slamming the door behind her. Bo collapsed back onto the couch in disbelief.
The clock now read 4 A.M.
