A/N: It's funny how an idea gets stuck in your head sometimes. Guess this isn't going to be a one-shot after all. I don't suspect Ill have more than three chapters in total, since this is meant to be a less dramatic fic, so just a little bit of angst here and there, but mainly fluff! Here's a short inter-chapter to tide you over until I start on the last one! Also, I'm trying to be a little more omnipotent with everyone's thoughts and feelings since I've never written like this before. So if it sounds too weird going from Ch1 to Ch2, let me know and I'll try to fix it!
Thank you all for your kind words and reviews!
As always, I regrettably don't own these wonderful women. I am just borrowing them from LG. Also, thanks to the L Word for providing me my little muse :P See if you can catch it! Please enjoy!
We've Got Time
Chapter 2
Bo was absentmindedly drawing patterns on Lauren's palm after their third round of intimacy had moved them into the bedroom. She looked at the blonde beside her.
"You know, next time we're going to do something I'm good at." Bo glanced up at Lauren and made a mock disapproving look. "Playing board games with a borderline genius doctor is a little out of my area of expertise."
Lauren threw her head back and let out a laugh. "You mean this isn't considered something within your 'area of expertise'?" She gave Bo an incredulous look gesturing at the current state of her bedroom.
"Well, yeah, but I don't think either of us have the upper hand here," she leaned in close to whisper in Lauren's ear. "Judging by what happened on the staircase…" Bo trailed off and looked pointedly at Lauren with raised eyebrows.
Lauren felt herself redden a little. That was a little unexpected. Who knew that angle was going to be so… effective? I wonder if that is just a one-off thing. She bit her lip, refraining from indulging her scientific curiosity any further.
"So? What do you think?"
"Does this mean you want a second date?" Lauren teased.
"Yeah." Bo nodded slowly. "It's only fair, Dr. Lewis. I don't know if you knew this, but… uh." Bo drew out her breath, "I'm a pretty competitive person."
Lauren tried her best to hide her smile. No shit, Sherlock. "I couldn't tell." She shook her head at the brunette beside her. Yes, she knew it. They both knew it. The entire night had been a silent battle between the two to see who could finally one-up the other. It had been a pretty close race up until now, and Lauren was pleasantly surprised at her own stamina as well as Bo's determination to keep her succubus in check.
Bo laughed lightly, she knew Lauren was lying. "Well you're about to find out. Friday, 8:00, I'll pick you up." Bo looked serious, "Wear something comfortable."
Later the next morning…
The daylight coming through the front door illuminated the livingroom as Bo walked into the Clubhouse and looked around in confusion. The lights were off but the broken blinds that covered the windows let in enough sunlight to reflect off of the bottles of beer and liquor scattered throughout the room. It looked like a tornado had gone through. Kenzi. Bo sighed, dropping her bag with a loud clunk as she moved to start clearing away Kenzi's mess from the night before. Clearly she had brought the party back home after meeting up with Vex and Tamsin at the bar. She had flicked on the overhead lights when a loud hiss from the couch alerted her to someone else's presence.
A pale arm darted over the back of the couch, fumbling for the edge of the blanket and pulling it over the side. Bo shook her head as she quietly walked over to find an extremely hungover Kenzi desperate to keep the light away from her pounding headache.
"Go up to your room Kenz," Bo crouched down and whispered gently, "it's darker in there."
The blanketed form beside her shook its head sluggishly. "Can't."
Bo looked up to the staircase. It would take a miracle to get Kenzi up to her bedroom if her current state was indicative of the sheer number of empty bottles strewn across the main floor. She sighed, and resigned to her room to nap, turning off the lights again behind her and leaving Kenzi to recover for a few more hours.
Bo had walked down the stairs wrapped in her red kimono after a one hour nap and a long bath. She saw that the small brunette had moved to a sitting position on the couch.
"Bless you, my child" Kenzi said weakly as Bo handed her a glass of cool water and two Aspirin. She greedily gulped the water and wrapped her arms around her knees inside the blanket again, groaning as she gently laid her head on the couch with her eyes shut.
Bo was busying herself in the kitchen, careful to avoid any loud noises as she emptied out the open bottles of beer and started up the coffee maker. Soon, the smell of the dark Colombian roast permeated the air, rousing the gray-pallored Kenzi from the couch to seek out her favourite mug.
"I know I say this a lot, but for serious now… I am way too old for this shi-" she stopped talking as she saw Bo staring down at a half empty bottle of whisky in front of her. She panicked, talking rapidly. "I swear, that was Vex. Even though I totally knew you hid it behind the cleaning supplies, I did not touch it." She emphasized, putting her hand over her heart guiltily. Bo had been saving that whisky for a while, savoring the taste of a small tumbler here and there after long hours at work. It was the first expensive thing she had bought with her half of the paycheque from their first hotvestigator case.
Bo looked up from the bottle, obviously confused. "The whiskey? Forget about that, I'll get Vex to buy me some more..." She trailed off, abruptly changing the subject. "I-I asked Lauren out on a date." Bo exhaled rapidly putting her head into her hands. "I have no freaking clue where to take her. I said some stuff about me being competitive 'cause she beat me at Scrabble and I wanted to get back at her, but what the heck am I even good at besides convincing people to sleep with me?"
"Oh, sweetie!" Kenzi came around the kitchen island and rubbed Bo's back. "You've got other skills apart from your…" Kenzi gestured, "Magical hoo-ha."
Bo cringed. "Not really, Kenzi. I can fight. That's about it. It's definitely not date material"
"Actually…" Kenzi walked to the coffee table, sifting through her tiny purse to pull out a crinkled flyer. She smoothed it out and handed it over to Bo with a satisfied grin.
The flyer was slippery and Bo couldn't quite comprehend what she was looking at.
"Best of both worlds! I know, I'm beautiful and brilliant." Kenzi grinned, with her hand on her hip.
The flyer in her hands had two scantily clad women grappling one another in a small boxing ring, the sheen on their skin reflecting the light from the stage. "Moroccan oil wrestling!?"
"Sexy fighting!" Kenzi nodded emphatically. "You're good at both, so…" She looked at Bo, encouraging her to understand the obvious train of thought.
"Is this where Vex took you two last night?!" Bo's eyes widened and dropped the flyer on the counter in disgust, realizing it was oil covering her fingers. "Kenzi!"
"What? I was just watching, I swear!" She wasn't about to mention that Tamsin had dove right in after liberally consuming a large quantity of tequila at the bar. Explaining the events that transpired from the night before was definitely on a need to know basis.
The thought made Bo turn red. Wrestling with Lauren while they were covered in oil definitely not a scenario she had imagined involving the blonde, and she had admittedly imagined a fair number of things already. "I am not taking her to that. I think Lauren might actually die laughing if I even suggested it." She splashed some whisky into her coffee, passing the bottle into Kenzi's outstretched hand.
"I dunno... the Doc's pretty quiet. She might be the silent-but-kinky type!" Kenzi wiggled her eyebrows suggestively while pouring a generous helping of whiskey into her own mug. Bo let out a defeated laugh but didn't respond.
After a moment, Kenzi piped up again. "Remember when you told me about your favourite hangout spot when you were in highschool?" Kenzi said softy, tilting her head.
Bo looked up slowly with realization, guilt nearly causing her to choke on her words. "Kenzi, that's a part of my past I had never really wanted to…"
Kenzi held up her arm and tutted her best friend. "I know." Her hand dropped back down to cradle her steaming coffee as she looked up at Bo with a ferocious intensity. "I can see how much you care about her and how important she is to you. Let her in, Bo." Her gaze softened. "You're scared to be with her with all this crazy Fae business around us and trying to control your succubus, but I can also see the way your eyes light up when you talk about her. So stop stalling the inevitable, there's no point." She poked Bo gently in the chest.
Kenzi stood up, taking her spiked coffee in hand and walked towards the staircase, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. "And give me a little warning before you two come barging in for your sex-a-thon, please." She gave Bo a half-smirk, leaving the succubus deep in thought in the kitchen downstairs.
Her best friend had this uncanny ability to see right through her facades, no matter how hard Bo tried to hide her true emotions. Kenzi was right. There was no point trying to stall or reign in her growing emotions, and it would have been so impossibly hard to put up her walls again after everything that happened last night. Her fear of feeding from Lauren was still there, even though Lauren had been so kind and encouraging, talking her down in her moments of panic. Bo had still not fully fed last night, making due with little sips here and there and forcing herself to avoid Lauren's mouth as they climaxed. Eventually she knew her restraint would falter, and Bo needed to be able to trust herself. She grimaced. Easier said than done. There was really no going back now, and if Bo was really honest with herself, she didn't want to.
Determined, she stood up and walked over to her phone. The new text notification was blinking at her expectantly. It was Lauren.
'I can't even look at the couch or the stairs without grinning like an idiot.'
Bo put her coffee down as she replied, a goofy smile on her face.
'It was hard leaving you this morning… I'm excited for Friday, I have something to show you.'
Lauren's response was instant.
'Me too, Bo. I've got to get out of the house and go to the lab, but I will talk to you soon! And I'll see you on Friday '
Bo put her phone away. Friday wasn't just about some silly little competition any more. It was going to open up some doors to her past that Bo had wanted to keep locked for at least a little longer, but there was a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach that helped ease her anxiety. It was telling her that Lauren was different, and somehow, in her arms was where Bo felt safe. She sighed, Friday couldn't come fast enough.
