A/N: I hope this turned out okay. I was having a hard time writing the fight scene because I really don't do them, and though I know that Bo would never have sex with her mother I want to at least make it seem plausible with the storyline. Oh well...I tried. One more chapter left to go.

Chapter 2

II.

Bo ignored the question. "So why the hell did you decide to come back now?"

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"Well, I came back for my baby" Aife whispered sickly sweet, her molars glinted in the light sharp as vampire fangs. She raised her hand to gently trail the sleek underside of Bo's jaw. "Why else would I come?" She noticed her daughters posture tense in reaction to the touch; her teeth grinding against the pads of her fingers.

Bo's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. Her sapphire eyes stared at Aife; lost in her beast, Bo caught the treacherous hand as the finger trickled closer to her corner of her mouth. Though Bo was certain Aife could see the anger building behind her orbs, she ignored the warning glaring in her face, and the squeeze to her wrist. An expression of wonder, and beauty still painting her features as she continued, "You really have grown into a beautiful young woman Isabeau."

"I am not your baby, and Do. Not. Touch. Me." Bo fumed, her chest heaved, and contracted as she sucked in deep breaths. She felt like she couldn't breathe, couldn't suck in enough air. "You don't get to touch me. You don't ever get to touch me." She threw the hand away her eyes simmered back to brown, though the hurt, the pain never left. She shook her head, her tight French braid ruffling against her heated neck.

She had to calm down. Going all succubus wouldn't help the situation. It was totally possible for her to be an adult, and talk this out.

Getting into a fist fight with her mother couldn't be classified as the best mother/daughter bonding activity known to man.

Dammit, she was already associating Aife as her mother now.

Bo shook her head in attempt to clear the fog settling over her brain. She drained her glass, hurriedly filling another glass, and taking two large gulps. Aife only watched amused, a brow rising at the sight of Bo all flustered. "So mommy dearest, where you been at my entire life?"

Aife sighed rolling her eyes like the question was an annoyance. "All over. It's an impossibly long story."

Bo narrowed her eyes sitting her glass on the table blindly. She watched Aife, watched her mother, and wanted to smash her tanned face in as she only shrugged with an aloof noncommittal answer. "Gimme the footnotes version than."

"Listen Bo" Aife stood before pacing the floor, becoming more uncomfortable with the conversation. "There was a lot that happened that kept me from being in your life. It was for your own safety. I was a prisoner to an evil tyrant, a Dark King, and your father-"

"What about my father?" Bo mirrored Aife; she stood to lean on the back of the couch, arms folded, her eyes never leaving Aife pacing. "Who is he?" Bo demanded. Aife only rose a brow at the tone. The action grated Bo's nerves; her blood started to boil, the anger so potent her hand wrapped around Aife's neck. Bo tightened the grip. She could only feel anger; deep, gnawing anger at her mother's uninterested attitude.

She wanted to destroy her, destroy something. Maybe she was redirecting her wrath. Maybe it was a complete transference of guilt, or whatever but Bo didn't want to think, she wanted to recoil, and snap like a rubber band. She wanted to give in to the darkness coiling in her stomach like a festering cramp.

The first blow rattled her brain. Warm blood coated her fingers as it trailed down her nose to catch on her upper lip. Bo gaped at her mother; who only smirked, dignified at the expression she was able to pull from that pretty, pretty face.

"I can't believe you hit my face!" Bo shrieked palming her bruising nose. It really stung; her brown eyes watering from sheer momentum of the hit. Damn, Aife hit hard.

"Oh I'm sorry did that hurt?" Aife taunted condescendingly, cocking her hip as her hands gripped her hips. "It's only so much insolence a mother will take from her offspring." Bo's eyes began to shine brilliantly, the iris dipped in blue. In a haze Bo heard Aife chuckle. "Darling I don't think you want to start a fight you can't win." Aife said, her eyes turning blue sensing the threat in front of her.

Bo's face, and ego hurt.

Mostly her ego.

The wine only dimmed her reactions, her movements. Her blood felt like slush as the corners of her mind became more fuzzy. She was getting inebriated on top of having a major case succubus tantrum. "Who says I can't beat you?" Before Aife could retort Bo swung, her fist connected to her cheek. It caught Aife off guard. Her heel caught in a rickety floorboard caught her off balance, making her fall against a shabby pillar.

She laughed, shaking her head almost in disbelief. "You're gonna pay for that cheap shot." Aife smiled callously, kicking off her heels, and running a hand through her dark shiny hair.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bring it mom."

Aife lunged, a snarl ripping through the air. Bo saw the movement, and braced herself for the impact. Their bodies connected like two freight trains. Both women toppled at the impact. Bo grunted as her back collided with the couch.

A series of punches was thrown from both. Some connecting, some blocked. It became a deadly dance of limbs, their bodies naturally finding the groove. Two predators directing speed, and fury trying to gain the upper hand. Where Bo lacked in experience against Aife, she made up for it with sheer will, and heart.

Aife punched but Bo saw the contortion of her body from the power, and blocked the hit to her face. Nonetheless, the power behind the hand knocked her sideways. Before Bo could process the arm barreling towards her face, Aife backhanded her. Her vision dimmed as anger bubbled up from the pit of her stomach. Reining Aife in, her arms gripped smooth shoulder straps, pulling their face within an inch of each other. Bo cocked her head back, ramming her forehead against the bridge of Aife's nose.

She felt something crack under the blunt strength.

Bo grinned wildly when Aife nasally voice screamed, "Motherfucker!" her hands on instinct clutching her nose that began to bleed.

Bo gulped in restrained terror noticing the rabid look on her mother's face; her eye twitching, teeth grinding.

'She must hate face shots also. What are the odds, must be a succubus thing' Bo thought.

They wrestled, trying to find the best moment to strike with precision. Neither noticed in which direction they toppled, but felt objects snapping under their bodyweight thrown haphazardly, heard glass breaking, and their feet scurrying against the floor while they grunted, and screamed under exertion. The adrenaline only giving tunnel vision.

Hooks, and jabs were thrown as fast as each woman could throw their arms. In a miscalculated punch, Aife grabbed Bo's outstretched arm, and twisted, the momentum of the swing causing Bo to somersault and collide with the floor an "oomph". The wind was knocked out her chest; Bo grimaced, feeling her lungs constrict, little dust bunnies fluttering under her nose, causing her to cough uncontrollably.

Aife descended on Bo in her delirium. Her bodyweight oppressive against her daughter writhing on the floor. Bo winced as Aife's hand squeezed her neck.

"Open wide for mommy" Aife mocked.

Their lips collided violently, enough to where Bo felt her bottom lip swelling. Languid swirls of blue energy flew between their mouths as Aife sucked her chi. Bo clenched Aife's shoulders, her heart pounded against her ribs as her insides tightened. These feelings were too intimate.

She didn't want this, Bo didn't want to feel the bittersweet pain, and pleasure making her muscle twitch violently under the smooth body.

With all the resistance she could muster, her hand clumsily slid up to Aife's face. She pulsed her with as much power she could put into her glowing hand.

Aife groaned at the fierce sensations tingling under her skin. Both their eyes blazed, four blue suns illuminating in the dimness of the room. Aife drew back, discombobulated, stopping the flow of chi. Bo saw the opening; still keeping strong pulse, she pushed Aife further away, and let her fist collide with the assaulted nose once more. Bo noticed the flow of blood stopped from the feed, but she could damn sure make it uncomfortable for her.

The hit slammed Aife off her lap, her face hitting the couch. She clumsily slouched to the ground. Aife could feel warm liquid soaking into her clothes, but she couldn't find strength to move, to stop challenging Bo with a hard glare.

Both women breathed heavily surveying each other on the gritty floor. Bo still felt the effects of her chi being taken, Aife still felt the effects of the warm pulsing energy thrumming in her veins.

Palpable tension sizzled in the air like static. Their eyes were molten and sapphire blue. Both women trapped into their succubus nature. Both felt the beast wanting to play, and devour their opponent. Bo noticed the bright purplish bruise forming on Aife's cheek. She could feel taste metallic on her tongue, felt the scratching, and bruises stifling her movements.

She watched almost in slow motion, long dark hair fall gracefully onto Aife's bare shoulders, her neck, and the floor. Aife looked beautiful. Feeling self-conscious, Bo felt the disaster that was her hair from the brawl, the sloppy French braid tangled and loose. Bo quickly undid the braid, and ran her fingers through her crinkled hair.

It was suffocating, the dense air almost too where Bo felt she couldn't breathe. Her living room looked more shitty than usual. Pillows were strewn on the ground, broken glass, and blood red wine trailed on the floor, furniture shifted awkwardly. Kenzi would probably be so pissed.

It looked like a bomb went off.

"Well this isn't all kinds of awkward." Bo muttered to herself sarcastically.