Pairings: Bo/Lauren

Characters: Bo D., Lauren L., Kenzi M.

Rating: M because seriously guys, its Doccubus.

All characters are from the show 'Lost Girl' which belongs to showcase, and I am just writing things for pure entertainment.

A/N: ok, I got a lot of good reviews, which made me so happy, and I have fixed the issue that some of you pointed out about the paragraph spacing. Chapter two will be Lauren's POV of chapter one. I uploaded chapter three as well, which is from Bo's POV moving forward with the story. I like writing from Bo's POV more than Lauren's, so I think I will mainly stick to that, but I do plan on switching it up now and then.

Chapter two:

Lauren's POV:

I stand in the hallway, trying to get my damn keys out of my pocket. I just worked a twelve hour shift at the hospital, and I'm pretty tired. I just want to eat my bagel, and go to bed. I just moved here a week ago, and I'm working the graveyard shift already. At least I was able to get a job so quickly. Just one of the perks of being a doctor, I guess.

I open the door and walk in, heading for the kitchen. I haven't unpacked any of my stuff yet, but I did manage to go out and buy some nice furniture and an afghan for the couch. "Kenzi I'm trying to sleep here!" I freeze. Oh my god someone is in my apartment. I gasp as I turn around towards the couch. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I yell, hoping my voice doesn't sound shaky. A person jumps off of my couch, and looks at me. It's a woman, a brunette. She is half naked, and looks quite startled.

"Um, who are you and why are you in my apartment and where is my roommate Kenzi?" she asks, and her question catches me off guard. I'm quite confused as to why she seems to be under the impression that this is her apartment. "I'm pretty sure this isn't your apartment and how did you manage to get in here in the first place? And why are you half naked on my couch?" I ask.

I'm not as scared now, mainly because the woman in front of me is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I take a moment to look at her. I look at her toned stomach, her large chest, her muscular legs, her beautiful brown eyes. "Miss, I'm pretty sure this IS my apartment, I've lived here for two years, with my roommate Kenzi, who apparently changed the locks last night, considering my key didn't work. So I had to climb in through the window. Now how did you get in here?"

I look at her, trying not to laugh. If she had taken the time to look at her surroundings, she would have noticed all of my things. "Miss, if this is your apartment, then why is all of your stuff in boxes?" she looks around, and then looks again. She looks mildly horrified and when she glances back at me, I can tell she's embarrassed. "SHIT! I am so sorry, I was super drunk last night, and my roommate wouldn't open the door, and we have been the only people on the first floor for a year now, so I just assumed this was my apartment. I am so sorry; you must think I'm crazy!"

I find her rambling hilarious and adorable. I let out a laugh. "I'm just glad you're not a serial rapist or something lurking in my apartment! When I heard you speak, I almost dropped my breakfast and ran out the door!" I watch her face fall, and she starts looking around for her clothes. "I should probably leave now, huh?" I look at her, and I realize I don't want this woman to leave me. I make up a reason to ask her to stay longer.

"I actually have extra bagels here if you, uh, want to join me for breakfast. You should probably put your clothes on though!" oh god. Wow could I sound any stranger? I try to laugh to cover up my nerves, but I don't think she's buying it. I see her brighten up at my request though. "Uh, sure, I could use the carbs right about now! I have a killer headache that's just starting to set in. no more drinking for me."

She starts to move around and grab he clothes, and I find myself watching her. She is just so beautiful. I find myself imagining what I would do to her if I had her in my bed… oh my. I need to pull it together. I meet her eyes and realize I've been caught. A blush spreads across my face and I look down. "Like what you see?" she asks, a teasing tone in her voice. "Oh! I'm sorry it's just… my god your beautiful! Oh wow that was so inappropriate wasn't it? I'm sorry!"

Oh no. why can't I just shut up? She must think I'm such a pervert. She laughs though, so maybe not all hope is lost. "It's ok; I tend to have that effect on people... What was your name again?" Come to think of it I can't recall her's either. Wait. Have we even exchanged names yet? "Oh I don't think I mentioned it but my name is Lauren. Lauren Lewis. And yours is?"

I put out my hand as she finishes getting dressed, she takes my hand and shakes it, but doesn't let go either. "Bo. Bo Dennis." Her hand is so warm and I feel like I have electricity running through my body the longer we keep contact. "Nice to meet you Bo. Is that short for something? I don't mean to be rude it's just I've never heard of anyone with the name Bo before. Oh and I have something for pain if you'd like. Hangovers can be terrible sometimes."

I'm so nervous and I just keep rambling on like an idiot. I laugh again, to try to relax. She lets go of my hand and I instantly miss the contact. I hope I haven't offended her. "Oh that would be great! And no it isn't rude at all to ask. My full name is Ysabeau, but it reminds me of my grandmother so I go by Bo instead." I motion to the table and she sits while I look around for the ibuprofen.

"Oh, did something happen to her? I'm sorry, that's a personal question and you don't have to answer if you don't want to." Oh my god what is wrong with me? I barely know this woman and I'm asking her questions that you ask of a really close friend. I feel like I've known her for years though. I need to keep my filter up, or I'm going to end up offending her. I turn around and hand her some ibuprofen and the bagel. She smiles and our hands brush.

I feel that same rush I felt before. She jerks her hand back. I must not be the only one affected. I sit down and try to hide my blush by looking at my bagel. I wait for an answer. She looks at me, and I see a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Yeah, it is a personal question, but something about you makes me feel ok to tell you. When I was eight years old, my grandmother passed away. She was more of a mother to me than my own, and I stayed with her most nights. She had a heart attack in the middle of the night, and I found her in the morning."

Oh. That's terrible. I know how it feels though, to lose a parent. My mother died when I was nine, and I still tear up when I hear her favorite song on the radio. I notice she's not looking at me anymore, probably because she fears I'll pity her. That is the thing I hated most when I told people about my mom. So instead I try to but as much compassion into my voice as I can, and I don't try to hide the sadness I feel.

"Oh Bo, I'm so sorry that happened to you." She looked up then, and our eyes met. She has gorgeous eyes. I also wanted to inquire about her mother, but I figured I should let that wait until another time, one where we both know each other better. She held my gaze for a moment, but eventually looked down and started eating. I wish she would've looked at me longer. We sit in silence for a while, just eating. I decide to change the subject.

"So Bo, what do you do for a living?" she looks up and we lock eyes. She just sits there, looking at me. The way she's looking at me gives me this rush, and I don't want it to stop. She breaks the connection. "Um, sorry, what did you say?" huh. It seems I wasn't the only one affected by that little stare-off. "I asked, 'what do you do for a living?'"

She blushed and looked down as she spoke. "Well, it's a bit complicated. You see, I'm not technically employed if you look at it from an 'I applied and was interviewed and am on a payroll' type of view. My friend, and roommate, Kenzi and I run an unofficial P.I. type deal. She looks for people who need our help, we try our best to help them, and at the end, they pay us whatever they can afford. Since I was little, I've always wanted to help people, and now I do exactly that whenever someone needs it."

I look at her, shocked. Whatever I was expecting, it wasn't that. Ever since my mom died, I've always wanted to help people, save people the pain of losing a loved one. That's why I became a doctor in the first place. But to go out and help people on the streets, just for the sake of helping them, is just… wow.

She looks worried, and I realize that I haven't said anything or acknowledged her statement. "Bo, that is so amazing that you do what you've wanted to do since you were little, every day. Not many people find their dream job, and to be so brave and outgoing and selfless that, not only do you work for people who need you, but you do it to help them rather than for money. That is just… wow. You make being a doctor sound as corrupt as being a politician!"

My words seemed to have eased her worry. But she seems a bit shocked by my response. . "You know, Lauren, you're the first person I've explained my job to that actually gets why I do it. And I'm sure you being a doctor is way better than being a politician!" I blush, not because of her words, but because of the excitement in her eyes and what it makes me want to do to her.

I quickly speak to try to hide my embarrassment. "You know, I actually became a doctor for the same reason you became a P.I. I've always wanted to help people, and I've always been fascinated by medicine and science in general, so I decide to combine the two and become a doctor. I've never met someone who is as passionate about helping people as I am."

As I speak, I can't stop noticing all of the things that make her so beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, her… everything. I blush even more and break eye contact, trying to squash this growing attraction. We sit and talk some more about trivial things, I ask her about her likes and dislikes, and vice versa. I feel like I've known her my whole life, and I don't want to her to leave.

As we continue to talk I find myself wanting to kiss her. I feel the need to just lean over and close the distance between us, and kiss her senseless. I can't focus on much else, and I think I stopped talking because she suddenly looks up and meets my gaze. Her eyes are so expressive, and I'm sure she can see the lust in my eyes, because she gets this look, like she's thinking about doing what I've wanted to do for hours.

I look at her lips, and then back up to her eyes, and I decide to go for it. I start to lean in, and she doesn't lean away. She looks like she's deciding whether or not to let this, whatever this is, continue. Just as she starts to lean in, there's a loud bang, and someone starts yelling in another language, I think it's Russian. I jump back, disappointed and slightly relieved that we didn't kiss. I blush heavily, and look down so she can't see the disappointment.

I quickly try to come up with an explanation for what just almost happened. "I, uh, well… I –" she cuts me off before I can't finish. "Lauren its ok. I'm gIad I got to meet you, but my roommate is going to destroy the apartment if I don't get over there. I hope we can hang out sometime soon, and I look forward to getting to know you."

She says it innocently, but all I can imagine is getting to know her in the bedroom. Good lord, I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never thought these types of things about anyone before, and certainly not someone I just met. She smiles and we both get up, and I escort her to the door, all while blushing profusely. I don't dare look at her, because I don't trust my eyes not to display the pure desire I feel for her. She opens the door and starts to walk out.

I don't want her to leave, so I try to prolong her departure by speaking some more. I look up, and our eyes lock again. "I'm very glad you snuck into my apartment last night and we got the chance to meet. I hope to see you again soon, Bo." I smile at her and she walks out.

I sit down on my couch and try to calm the throbbing in between my legs. I've never felt this, this instant connection with someone before, and certainly not a stranger. I realize that I haven't slept for over eighteen hours, and that I'm exhausted. As I start to drift to sleep, I realize that the smile I gave Bo as she left has never left my face.

A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't update for a long time, but my family is visiting and I also went on vacation. I am more that flattered by all of the positive feedback you guys have given me, and I plan to continue this story. Please continue to give reviews and even ideas as to what you'd like to see happen next. I uploaded two chapters because I felt like just rewriting the first chapter was kind of anti-climactic for an update, and I wanted the story to progress a little.