Lauren enters The Dal quietly, happy that there aren't many people there on this Tuesday evening. She notices Trick first, at his usual place behind the bar, and struggles to return his gentle smile – she is sure Bo and him have talked, and she isn't quite ready to hear what he has to say about the circumstances surrounding their break up. Avoiding the bartender's almost sympathetic gaze, she makes a bee-line to the pool tables, where she sees Tamsin playing a game with one of the few other fae in the otherwise empty bar.
"What's up, doc?", Tamsin says to her without raising her gaze from the shot she's trying to line up. She misses by a long shot, and Lauren actually lets out a chuckle, remember how terrible Tamsin is at pool.
"I have those files for you. I looked them over a little more closely – with the information I gather from the autopsy tomorrow I should be able to-"
The valkyrie curses loudly as she misses another shot, causing the doctor to jump a little, and finally turns around to face Lauren. Grabbing the files from her hand and throwing them on her bag, Tamsin looks Lauren up and down not-so-subtly and raises an amused eyebrow at her.
"Seriously, Lauren? Go get us a couple of beers", she says as she hands the confused human some money, "and come back without the lab coat, and without all the doctor nonsense. This is a bar. Not your fancy little lab."
When Lauren returns with two beers in her hand, her lab coat in her bag, and as much doctoring off as she can stand, Tamsin simply smiles at her.
"Much better. Hard to see your ass with that thing in the way."
The remainder of the night went smoothly – the more Lauren drank, the more she allowed the valkyrie's rather tactless flirting. She can't say that she ever actually returned the flirting, but she definitely didn't deflect it as well as she would have if her head wasn't swimming like it was. That is, until Tamsin got behind Lauren to "help" her line up a shot. The doctor, ever the scientist, knew even in her inebriated state that the angle at which Tamsin was setting her at was a completely ineffective way to line up the shot, but with the warm and muscular body pressed tightly up against her own and the valkyrie's breath hot in her ear... Lauren just didn't seem to care (even when she missed the shot... by a lot). She even returned the favor, "helping" Tamsin line up her own shot later in the game, and thoroughly enjoying the delighted "fuck yes" she emitted when she actually sunk the it.
When the game was over, the bar was empty with the exception of Trick cleaning glasses at the bar and themselves, neither of them really knew what they wanted to do. Well, they knew what they wanted to do. But not if they should. They stood awkwardly, their eyes fixed on each others, until Lauren made a split second (more than likely alcohol induced) decision.
"Would you like to accompany me to the restroom, Tamsin?"
Eyebrow raised in her typical fashion, the valkyrie simply smirked and started heading in the direction of the small corridor that lead to the single-stall bathrooms. Through the hallway leading up to the restroom of the bar, they would appear to be strangers to any on-lookers (if there were any people left in the bar, that is). But the second the door closes behind them, Lauren spins around and grabs Tamsin's shoulders, and pushes her roughly against the wall. Tamsin laughs loudly before Lauren covers the valkyrie's mouth with her own; things progress more quickly than either of them probably expected it to, as Tamsin shrugs out of the doctor's tight grasp and raises her own hands to rip her blouse open (Lauren wants to protest as the buttons are flying in every direction, but the alcohol is making her head fuzzy and Tamsin's tounge isn't helping) and quickly flip the button on her dress slacks open before pulling them (and her panties) down to her ankles in one fluid motion.
This is different than it was with Bo. Different than it was with Nadia, or anyone even (not that Lauren has a ton of experience - just enough to know better). There's no foreplay, no teasing, no buildup outside the flirting and not-so-subtle grazes and looks they've been sharing all night.
Tamsin's fingers dig into her thighs, leaving half-moon marks in the pale flesh they find there. They don't kiss, her lips never touch the valkyrie's during, but Tamsin leaves sloppy evidence on Lauren's jaw and a trail between her breasts, across her taut stomach, over the indents from her fingers on her thighs. Everything is fast and relentless, Tamsin refuses to stop even after Lauren comes undone. She stood when she decided she is done - she pulls away from Lauren with a smirk on her face, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The doctor, ever well composed, is still leaning against sink with her blouse torn open, dress slacks and panties hanging around her ankles, when Tamsin leaves the bathroom with nothing more than a chipper 'see ya around, doc'.
When her legs stop shaking, and her breathing evens out, Lauren discovers that what she thought would make her feel better only makes her want to cry - not because of the roughness, the detached manner, not even because of who it was with. More so over the fact that she knows it will happen again than anything else.