Chapter 3

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Bo is nervous.

And not just nervous, very very nervous.

It hadn't dawned on her until they got out of the taxi and were standing in front of Lauren's apartment building just what a big fucking deal this is.

She's going to be in Lauren's house.

In her space.

In her bed.

It just, it feels like something she has been waiting for for so long and now that she has it, she doesn't know if she's ready for it.

She's so scared of doing or saying the wrong thing and ruining everything and she just she cannot afford that right now, or ever for that matter.

Losing Lauren is something she just cannot afford.

"Hey," a soft voice pulls her from her thoughts, "are you okay?" Lauren asks gently.

Bo finds that she can only nod because words just won't come to her at that moment.

Standing under a street light with her golden hair shinning and her brown eyes soft and twinkling at the same time, Lauren Lewis has to be the most perfect thing Bo has ever seen in her life.

And the brunette has to just take a moment and look at her, take her in.

One day, one day everyone in the world is going to know that this woman is hers.

...

Just as she expected it to be, Lauren's house is immaculate and perfect.

Everything that isn't white is either blue or green and the whole place smells like cleanliness and cocoanuts and it looks like somewhere you'd want to bring your important friends to.

Bo smiles as she removes her coat, "I like your place." It's the first sentence she's uttered since they left the taxi.

Lauren smiles back as she hangs their coats, "thank you. Please have a seat," she points to the couch then looks around like she too is a visitor there, "would you like some wine? I think I have wine here somewhere."

That's when Bo realizes that Lauren is nervous too. She finds it ridiculously cute and it helps a lot in calming some of her own nerves.

She nods while trying not to smile, "wine would be nice, thanks."

Lauren nods and rushes to what Bo assumes is the kitchen leaving the brunette to look around the house.

There isn't that much to look at though, the walls are bare except for a picture of some old guy who Bo knows is a scientist, she just cannot tell which one.

Before she can frustrate herself any longer with trying to remember the name of the scientist, Lauren comes back with two glasses of wine and a bottle.

She has a soft look on her face and Bo gets up to help her with the glasses before sitting back down.

"Thank you." She says sitting next to the brunette and handing her one of the glasses that for some reason Bo saw fit to place on the table.

She takes one herself and gets comfortable on the couch.

She places one of her feet on the couch, then places one of her elbows on the armrest and rests her head on her hand, digging her fingers into her blond hair and making herself look impossibly sexy.

Bo's nerves come back full blast accompanied by a shit load of arousal and the brunette takes a huge gulp of her wine, almost drowning half her glass, when she notices that that has done nothing but make Lauren look even more sexy, if that's even possible, she drowns the rest of the wine in the glass.

Lauren looks at her innocently, like she isn't the very reason Bo is being blinded by fucking arousal right now, "are you okay?" She sounds genuinely concerned.

Bo nods, "I'm fine. Just a little nervous."

There's no use hiding it.

"Why?" she asks gently, but there's something other than just concern that's showing in her brown eyes now.

Something dangerously exciting.

"Uh¬" Bo shifts back a little.

If Lauren Lewis doesn't stop looking sexier by the second she's honest to god going to fucking jump her bones. No lie.

"Maybe I can help," she shifts closer to the Bo, "with the nerves, I mean."

Bo gulps, her throat suddenly dry.

God, why did no one ever tell her she has absolutely no fucking game!

"Yeah," she nods. "That would be nice."

That would be nice? Really? Of all the dumb shit that could come out of her mouth!

Lauren gives out a throaty laugh and takes Bo's glass then places both it and her's on the table.

All the while Bo just sits there, trying her best to make sure she keeps breathing like a normal person.

Lauren stands up, "come," she extends her hand, "let me give you the grand tour."

...

Turns out let me give you the grand tour is code for take my hand as I lead you around my house while swinging my hips and causing you to nearly die from too much arousal .

Not that Bo minds though, it would be a pretty neat way to go.

"And this, " Lauren says with an exaggerated flair while opening a door with the hand that isn't grasping Bo's own, "is my bedroom."

At the end of the sentence, Bo hears her voice loose some of it's sureness and it helps a lot, just like it did before, to know she's not the only nervous one in the room.

"It's," she takes a step inside, pulling Lauren with her, "it's amazing."

It's actually nothing special.

Just a room, with a bed and a closet and dim lights and an alarm clock, nothing much really.

But to Bo, it's a lot.

After moths of begging for the woman to just give her one chance, she's here now.

In her house, in her room.

it feels like she's being trusted with something big.

She turns to Lauren with a soft smile of her own, "it's amazing," she says again.

...

They've never been slow before.

There's never been time for it.

Their actions have always been hurried, needy and sometimes, a little desperate.

Not tonight.

Tonight Bo takes her time and Lauren lets her.

She unbuttons the shirt, one button at a time, placing kisses on perfect skin as she does so just because she can.

Lauren's breath hitches with every kiss and Bo smiles as she continues with her task.

She finally finishes with the shirt and Lauren helps her pull it off.

She turns around,"unzip me?" It's a request.

Lauren unzips the dress like someone who's unwrapping a present, slowly and with extreme care.

Bo feels a soft finger tracing her spine, she shivers and shivers even more when a kiss is placed on her shoulder and the dress is left to slide off of her, "God, you're beautiful."Lauren whispers reverently.

Bo turns back around and crashes her lips into the blond's.

She's never felt like this before. Ever.

It's like she's on the precipice of something life changing.

Like every part of her knows something extremely important is going to happen to her in the coming minutes

She feels like she's coming completely unraveled and being pieced together at the same time.

She feels completely alive.

...

"Bo," Lauren calls softly a little after midnight.

They've gone for more than four rounds and they're more than a little exhausted.

And Bo is more than just happy.

She's pretty sure what happened tonight was more than just sex.

She's pretty sure Lauren knows it too.

"Hmmm?" She responds softly, playing with lose strands of blond hair.

"Tell me something about you that I don't know."

Pillow talk.

They're having pillow talk.

God, Bo could just die of happiness right now.

"Uh," she moves her hand from the blond's hair and starts running her fingers up and down toned arms, "I was raised in an orphanage."

Lauren doesn't say anything, Bo feels a kiss on her chest though so she goes on.

"It's where I met Kenzie actually. She was so small when they brought her in. I think she was seven or eight. She stole a watch the very first day she was there," she chuckles at the memory, "Roy Royce. That was the name of the kid who's watch she stole. He was huge for his age and Kenz was so tiny, even for a seven year old. He kept telling her to give it back and she insisted she hadn't taken it. But his buddies were saying they had seen her take it so Roy was just going to beat her until she gave it back. I stopped him, told him to pick on someone his own size and since he was deathly afraid of me cause I knew stuff about him he didn't want out, he let her be. Kenzi stuck to me like glue from that day. And when my grandfather finally traced me and decided to take me home with him, I told him I'm not going anywhere without her. So he adopted her and now she's my sister or," she halts her motion on Lauren's arm for a second,"aunt or whatever."

"You're amazing." She tells Bo and kisses her under her chin, then her cheek, then gives her a full kiss on the lips, "really amazing."

Bo smiles softly at her, "now you tell me something about you that I don't know." she says because she wants to know but also to hide her blush.

"I studied photography in Paris for a year." She says.

Bo grins, "really?" She didn't peg Lauren for the artsy type in any way.

Lauren nods and resumes her place on Bo's chest.

"Yes. And I lived in a little studio apartment and took pictures of the city anytime I was free. It was one of the most amazing times in my life. I loved taking photos, the world looks so much clearer when you see it behind a lens."

"Why'd you stop?"

Lauren doesn't answer immediately and Bo thinks maybe she asked the wrong question.

But before she can apologize, the blond answers, "I love science more."

...

When she wakes up in the morning, Bo is all alone in the huge queen sized bed, but before she can start having any doubts, she sees a robe laid out on the foot of the bed with a cursive for you written on a note that lies on top of it.

Bo sighs happily as she puts on the robe; everything Lauren does is beautiful.

She wonders if they're going to speak about what happened last night.

It won't matter if Lauren doesn't want to, Bo doesn't need to talk about it.

She just needs for it to keep happening.

Forever if possible.

She finds her way to the bathroom and freshens up then heads to the kitchen where she finds Lauren, in yesterday night's shirt, making breakfast.

And if Bo thought that she was more than happy last night it doesn't even compare to what she's feeling right now.

As if sensing her presence, Lauren looks up and smiles "you're up."

She says while beating the eggs.

Bo grins and makes her way into the kitchen, "you're cooking."

Lauren nods and pours the eggs into a pan, "I hope you like eggs."

Bo stops and scrunches her nose, "actually..."

Lauren's head snaps up, the brunette breaks into a grin, "I love eggs."

Lauren pouts, "that wasn't funny."

"It was a little funny." Bo chuckles kissing the pouty lips. Lauren is still pouting when she pulls away so she kisses her again and again and another time just because she can.

The blond laughs after the third kiss and Bo grins.

Honestly if she were any happier right now...

"Help me set the table?" She requests politely.

"Of course," and as Bo moves around the kitchen, with Lauren directing her to where everything is, she just knows this is what the rest of her life is going to be like.

She just knows it.