A/N: I am overwhelmed with the positive response, thank you! I hope you enjoy! And to be clear, no love triangles here, this is pure, unadulterated porn. Jealously will be minor, sex will be high, and all the shenanigans that I have plotted between two very lovely writer-friends will come to, well, come.

Enjoy!

Lauren's voice stuck in her throat when Bo picked up. The arousal stayed, slick between her thighs but fear clenched sharply in her chest. Her heart ached and the phone call had become a bad idea. Or it always was and she only realized now, too late.

"Hello?" rang through the speaker. Loud, confused. "Lauren?"

Right. She should speak. Should say something. No, wait, it's a bad idea. She should hang up and- "Bo?" Shit.

"Lauren? Lauren, hey. Are you okay?"

Yes. No. Maybe. God, her thighs trembled, breath pulling in. "Can you...can you come over?"

"Sure...do…" Bo stopped. She was trying to word the question carefully, probably thinking that she'd been kidnapped or held hostage or something else terrible and not true. Or maybe she knew. Maybe she could hear the way her breath pulled and knew that right now, she's doubled over the kitchen bench, her right hand splayed out on the table as her arm shakes, thighs clenching. "Do you need-?"

"You. I-" Her throat hissed, biting off the word. "It's a long story. Can you just...come?" She cringed at the double entendre. Accidentally spoken, she just meant- Oh. No. She meant that too. However, it was, well. Complicated.

Bo's still confused on the other line. "Yeah. Sure."

"Good. Okay. Thank you. Just-" Come alone? No, too insidious. Bring cream would be too forward. Damn. "Quickly," she finished. Then placed the phone down.

She can't remember how long it took to drive here. But she doesn't know if Bo's at her house, or if she's at the Dal, or if she's even in town.

It doesn't matter. She'll be here. Eventually.

Lauren breathed in, head swimming. Her chest tightened but the ache in her heart dulls. Nervous, yes. If she does the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, Bo will leave. Though, Lauren became aware that she wasn't terrified. No. She wanted to see her. Wanted her here. Wanted her.

Lauren closed her eyes, both of hands on the table in front of her splayed out. Her hair curtains around her face as she thought about Bo. What Bo might be wearing – or not. Probably her leather jacket, if she's out on a job. And with that jacket would be her tights and her boots.

The boots dreamed about having locked around her waist or hoisted over her hips, thighs spread wide. Nothing but Bo and those boots and time to explore every curve, every position.

Lauren pushed up on her toes, feeling herself slide along the seam of her pants. Bo would be here soon. The knowledge of that didn't cease her arousal, but it didn't still her discomfort either. Bo could open the door, could she was fine and then leave.

Or she could open the door and see the state she was in. Lauren swallowed, lifting her head up. She could open the door; stride those five, long steps over and press up against her. No ripping of clothes, no I miss you. Only that one hand sliding under her shirt as her other slid beneath her pants.

Pressing onto her fingertips, she imagined Bo's hand, thought of it sliding up, pushing the cup of bra out of the way to grab at her breast. Her other hand would bury and feel how wet she was. Would she shove under the cotton, or push it out of the way to slip inside of her? Lauren's heart thudded inside of her, aware of how she was already panting, already desperate and Bo wasn't here yet.

The source of her arousal, the thing that started it all, was lying on her coffee table. Scrolls strewn out, seemingly innocuous. She wondered what Bo would do if she knew. If she knew how beautiful the words were and how Lauren pinched her eyes shut, mouth opening to gasp as she thought of her, of them, in the shadows of a dinner party, mouths tasting of wine and fruit, while their other lovers ate from a feast not six feet away.

Probably make her read it, allowed through teasing. And Lauren could imagine herself in Bo's lap, gloves on, reading it out loud as Bo teased her insufferably until her head bowed over shoulder and she couldn't do anything but whimper.

"Lauren?"

She gasped, turning around. Bo stood there, red blouse, black pants, heeled boots. No weapon. Lauren's eyes dragged back to her face.

She knew. She knew why she called.

Of course she knew.

"Oh my god, you're-"

"Bo…" she breathed out. Silencing her. Bo smiled, she hadn't moved from the doorway, though she smiled, like nothing in the world mattered. The door shut, the smile faded minutely and determination hardened her expression. Lauren felt her legs shake.

Pushing off the bench, she strode forward and grabbed her; fingers digging into her hair, lips on hers as she crudely pressed herself flat against her. Bo's mouth was soft and wet and god, she tasted like strawberries or ice cream or something sweet. Her mouth pulled, teeth dragging. Letting go, she kissed her repeatedly, hands dragging down to tug at her neck and pull her mouth closer.

She felt hands grab at her ass, squeezing, tugging. Lauren stumbled forward, Bo back, hitting the door – she didn't care. They didn't care. The wood rocked and Lauren felt her hands lift from Bo to press against it, pushing her thigh between the succubus'.

She kissed and bit and sucked; nails scratching the door; thigh pressed hard against Bo's seam. Her knee hit the door as Bo groaned, rolling her hips to drag over her leg. God, she wanted her, all of her.

Mostly she wanted Bo to come undone. To see her surrender.

Lauren reached for the barrier, pulling at black pants her lover wore. She didn't care about comfort, for herself or Bo, she needed her. Fumbling with the button, she stuffed her hand beneath, forcing the fly open as she reached down to her sex. Bo's head slammed back, mouth parting. She'd barely touched her yet and already Bo's expression was pinched, chest heaving. "Wha-?"

"I needed you," Lauren answered, leaning forward. She kissed below the woman's ear, down her throat, her jaw, tasting salt on skin until she had the sweetness on her mouth again. Something. A cocktail, maybe? Too early. A smoothie? Something pink and sweet. She could taste it on her. "I needed you," she told her again, against her lips, so the words were muffled between them.

Bo hummed a reply, something she didn't hear and her fingers slid further into her pants.

She ached, god she ached and trembled and Bo's hands slid onto her arms, grasping, holding her still. She was thankful that Bo who didn't wear underwear. She liked sliding down across the smooth pubic bone and coming to wet lips.

It wasn't enough. Not like her, but soon…

Twisting her hand, she pressed her fingers down one long stroke. "What do you want?" she asked her.

Bo's breath shuddered, eyes opening and flashing blue. Good. "You." Very good.

She dragged her fingers back up, over her clit, then down again. Rubbing, teasing until she could feel wetness soak her fingers. Bo's head rolled back, hips rocking, trying to slip her inside until the succubus gave up and grabbed her wrist. "No," she said, throat husky and raw. "No more teasing." She pressed the hand down and Lauren complied.

And didn't enter. Not yet. She stepped closer, brushing hair from Bo's face before she leaning forward and kissing her softly. Slowly, her fingers pressing against her opening before she slid inside. She was wet, so wet.

Bo moaned, arching forward and back as the moan turned into a whine when she slid back out.

"Lauren…" The breathless way she spoke, Lauren looked at her, heart racing. She'd give her anything when Bo spoke her name like that.

Licking her lips, she uttered a soft, "Yes?"

"Lauren…" she said again. Her eyes opened and she stared.

Sliding into her again, Lauren watched Bo's head roll back, her teeth catch on her bottom lip as she bit back the word fuck. Satisfied with the arousal, of Bo's sex clenching around her fingers, she curled her fingers, sliding in and out in slow pace as she pressed her thigh underneath. Bo's hips slid over her leg, pushing herself onto Lauren's fingers and out, back slamming against the door.

Somewhere, Bo's hands were clenched, pressing against wood. Lauren could see them tremble, could see the muscles in Bo's arms clench when Bo's hips slammed back.

The heel of her own hand rubbing at Bo's clit, urging her closer and closer. "I've thought about you," Lauren told her.

"Fuck," Bo gasped, eyes fluttering open. She ground her hips, trying to smile at Lauren but when her fingers curled inside her, Bo's mouth trembled, lips parting to cry out. No sound came, just Bo's expression as she arched and relaxed.

Lauren rubbed her harder, fucking her harder. Come on, nearly there.

"Me?" Bo prompted. She could barely focus, Lauren smiled at her.

"Mm. On the couch. In the shower. In my bed. I thought about what I'd do to you," she told her slowly, voice low. Lauren can feel Bo slick on her wrist when she adjusted her hand, twisting a third finger inside her. Her other hand braced on the door.

Looking down, forehead pressing to Bo's, she could see the brunette's legs tremble, her chest shuddering. You're close. Aren't you? Lauren kissed her, feeling Bo's breath pant against hers.

Around her fingers, Bo shuddered, clenching. She bowed her head to Lauren's shoulders, her hips still in rhythm before lifted back up. She was breathing through what had to be her getting closer to peak. "Thoughts…" Bo whispered, then cut off, whining. She was gasping, cheeks red. Lauren thought she looked beautiful.

Kissing her, then pulling away, Lauren slid in faster until Bo was riding her fingers. It probably hurt, just a little bit, just enough. "God…Lauren…" Bo peered up at her, unable to her eyes open. "I…"

"Yes?"

Bo's shoulders rolled, her hips canting as she tensed viciously. Lauren smiled.

"Something you need?"

"Y-yes," Bo whimpered, biting her lip. Her body tensed harder, hips shuddering. Lauren knew. Kissing her, pressing forward, she felt Bo moan in her mouth as she rubbed harder against her clit. "Lau-" she stuffed the sound away, kissing Bo harder.

Grabbing Bo's trembling thigh, Lauren hoisted it over her hip, able to slide in deep. All it took was another ten-seconds of Bo gasping for breath before she cried out, body spasming beneath her. Her mouth pulled away, body slamming back against the door, eyes squeezing shut. Her chest heaved, long, deep gasps and Lauren rode the orgasm out until Bo's shoulders deflated, her body jerking briefly.

Then, slowly, she let go, kissing her softly as she slid out. Bo sighed, humming something as she relaxed against her, head dipping to pressing against her neck.

Lauren breathed slowly. Bo's breath warm and soft against her. She was flushed, Bo more so. So she held her, lifting her arms to bury her own face in her lover's neck. She smelt like sex. Lauren wished she'd paid attention to Bo's scent before fucking her.

There'd be time. Maybe...

Lauren shivered. Here with Bo, now in the lull, she became aware of the constriction in her belly, her chest tightening. If she said something, she could break the ease after that frantic session.

But if she didn't, they'd step awkwardly apart. Bo would smooth her clothes and leave hesitantly. Lauren didn't want that. She didn't want to go to bed lonely again. "Bo..." her voice was hoarse. She needed water. Her fridge was too far away.

"Hmm?" Bo lifted her head, smiling. Her expression soften as she saw Lauren's. "Oh," she said, biting her lip. "Did you-" she began, as Lauren spoke: "It's just that..."

They paused. Bo pulling away before Lauren stepped back. The space between them large and empty. Lauren felt cold without Bo's lips pressed to her, her body close. Her fingers felt sticky, somehow wrong. "Um…" she began, then laughed awkwardly, looking to the ceiling for guidance.

"I know," Bo said. They should have this conversation. "I shouldn't have gotten angry."

She sighed, grateful. Though she didn't speak. No, Bo shouldn't have been angry. But at the same time, she understood. Of course Bo felt betrayed that she hadn't chosen her to be her protector. Lauren knew that. Acknowledged that Bo wanted to protect her – even if that wasn't was she wanted from her.

"I get it, Lauren. I do. You needed to choose. You didn't want to depend on anyone, and this way you can continue working for the fae, right?"

She hummed. That wasn't it. Not quite. But it was partial to her feelings at the time. "It wasn't about you," she clarified. "My decision. I wanted to look out for myself. Be myself, my own person. The Dark hasn't claimed me, and I won't accept their offer if they did. However, I work for them and in turn, they offer me their protection." Well, Evony did, and if the Elders knew...they might reject her. Or kill her.

No. They'd make her choose, she was too valuable now to lose.

"I'm safe, so as long as I work to the level they expect." She rolled her eyes, smiling. "And you're right, I did want to continue to work for the fae. The truth is..." she stopped.

"Humans are pedestrian?" Bo offered.

Lauren chuckled. Yeah. "I suppose so."

"Well," Bo grinned at her, smiling as she leant casually back against the door. "I don't find that true. From a succubus perspective, I find human doctor's biology, especially interesting."

Lauren smiled, moving forward to kiss her, before she paused. "You understand?" she asked. "That I didn't mean to hurt you, I just-"

"Wanted to be independent. I understand. We're good, Lauren. We'll always be good."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean...if you're feeling guilty I have a few ideas how you could help my ego..." Lauren laughed, humming before she kissed her. "You could," Bo said, when she pulled back. "Take of your pants, and we'll begin there." A finger had caught around the denim waistband. Lauren stepped back, the finger remained hooked.

Twisting her finger, Bo popped the button, then looked back up to her.

Lauren smiled, reaching down pop the other buttons of her fly, before sliding them down her thighs. "Slowly," Bo whispered. Lauren followed instruction, allowing them to slide down her legs, over her knees and calves before pooling at her ankles. There, she stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way.

She expected to be ordered, to be told to continue stripping until Bo said stop.

However, the moment her pants were off, Bo grabbed her, hands on her hips and hoisting her up.

Lauren yelped as Bo tackled her, throwing them both to the ground. She kissed her hard, hard enough that Lauren pulled away, panting.

"Sorry," Bo said. "I just...god you smell good," she turned her head, moving to kiss her neck. Lauren breathed out, breath shaking. Lifting her hands, she cupped the back of Bo's head with one, as her other dragged over the spine the shirt. Lauren's fingers clutched at her, her body lifting to press against her.

Not just to relieve the tension in her limbs, to urge Bo's hands from the carpet to her skin, but to also feel her. It'd been...weeks, god, really? Weeks without Bo, without her touch, her reassurance. Lauren missed it, she knew she missed it – but within grasp, she wanted to be overwhelmed by it.

Clutching tighter, she tugged her closer, kissing her throat as Bo kissed hers. She could taste salt and sweat and something else, something indescribable.

Bo laughed, pressing a firm kiss to her shoulder then lifting her head up. Following, Lauren relaxed back on the floor, smiling up at her as dark hair surrounded them both. "You are amazing, Lauren," she told her. Lauren watched her her expression soften, smiling as if sex wasn't the only thing on her mind.

Maybe it wasn't.

Lauren tilted up, kissing her until hands slid over her shoulders and down her sides. Then Bo pulled away, smiling less softly and more hungrily.

"Now what?" Lauren asked.

"Good question." Bo frowned. Then leaned down again to kiss her as she ripped at her shirt and tore it over her head, throwing it somewhere. Towards her desk by the sound of it. Her bra was gone momentarily after, and Lauren was left on the carpet, Bo on top of her, in a scrap of cotton.

White cotton.

Bo's fingers brushed over the material and Lauren gasped. "That close already?" Bo hummed. "What have you been doing, Doctor Lewis?"

"You," she teased back.

"Before that," Bo crawled backwards, moving to sit between her legs. Lauren watched her reach up, fingers curling over the bunched material, before tugging them down. Lifting her hips, Lauren felt her mouth part, heart racing as the wet cotton slid down her thighs. "Why did you ring me?" Bo asked curiously, eyes nowhere near her face.

"Are you complaining?"

"God, no." Bo looked up, hooking the cotton over her knees and down her calves. "But you were doing something, weren't you?"

Lauren swallowed. Bo's hands, panty-free, slid from her knees, down her thighs, raking her nails over her skin. Lauren shuddered, head rolling back. "Reading," she admitted. Her nipples constricted, chest lifting as she inhaled.

"About?"

"Mm."

"About mm, eh?"

Lauren bit her lip, lifting her head to watch Bo bow between her legs. The succubus pressed one kiss to her skin and Lauren wanted to give in there. "I…" Lauren bit her lip, a kiss pressed closer, arousal trickling down her sex. God, she needed...needed. "Bo…, please."

"God, Lauren. I've never…" she stopped, lifting her head to smile at her pleased. But Lauren knew where the sentence lead. She'd never seen her so turned on. Not like this, not like she'd been teased for days before the succubus had touched her.

"Talking after. I'll answer all your questions, just please. No more teasing."

"You want to do this here?" Bo asked. "We could move somewhere less carpeted."

"Bo!" Lauren snapped, "get your head between my thighs or so- ohmygod." Her hips arched as Bo's mouth pressed to her core. Head rolling back, she looked up at the ceiling. White, everything was white. There was a tongue, stroking, licking around. Then teeth, tugging and oh, sucking, Lauren loved it when she sucked just- there.

Whining, she felt Bo part her legs further apart. The succubus' nose brushed over her clit as she slipped her tongue firmly inside, then back out and lapping and- Lauren could barely follow what was happening. Tension, coiling, she felt her arms tremble first, feet pushing onto her toes to arch further into Bo's mouth.

The woman's hands squeezed, encouraging on her thighs and Lauren's head fell back, a moan heaving her chest as she dropped a hand to grab at Bo's head and tug her closer so she'd quit fucking teasing. Now was not the time for that!

She felt it in her chest first, lungs constricting, breath tight as she panted, some sound on her lips not quite coherent as a warm feeling began low in her belly. Tugging, pushing, edging warmer and warmer, stringing her muscles tightly. She felt Bo's hand on her breast, her own knotted in dark hair, edging Bo closer to herself, to the growing heat and pressure.

Please, oh please, Bo. Bo… Her name in her mind, only her. Only her, god.

Her hips rolled, rocking into the tongue as the intensity grew. Body trembling with the weight on her toes and shoulders. Lauren lifted her body up, back arching and twitching and oh, oh!

Inhaling sharply, she seemingly curling in on herself and stretching out as she constricted over Bo's tongue and came hard beneath her mouth as the pressure broke. Lauren cried out, eyes squeezed, shut, body lifting off the carpet as Bo clung to her thighs and kept her going and going and going.

Until she collapsed, back dropping down, followed by her head as she heaved for oxygen. Bo pulled away slowly, mindful of her twitching body, before she crawled up beside her body and laid down next to her, forehead touching until all there was, was their breathing and rapid heartbeat.

Lauren tried to smile, failed, to sated to do anything but breathe and hum.

"Hey stranger," Bo whispered.

"Hey," Lauren managed. Then moved to push closer as the heat slowly left her body. Hissing she stopped. Bo frowned, worried that she'd hurt her. "Carpet burn."

Her expression slipped, almost scolding as she told her, "I warned you."

"You did," Lauren agreed. She dropped her head back, smiling.

Beside her, Bo chuckled, pressing a kiss her shoulder as Lauren pouted. "I'll get ice, will I?"

"Please."