Day Four

"We can't," Lauren whispered before lips brushed against her own, teasing. Bo's eyes were hard on her, studying every tiny movement in her face, every one that betrayed her words. We can't, we shouldn't, we...please.

Bo caught the please, saw that God she wanted it. Her body was thrumming, beating with desire. All that kept her from taking Bo then on the floor, desk, fuck even against the wall (well, to be honest, especially against the wall, preferably hard and fast before landing on the floor and going at it again), was sheer willpower, and it was quickly fading as Bo breath quickened, brushing against her skin.

"Bo..." She couldn't say anything more, not as the feeling of Bo's legs pressed against her own, the scent of Bo's skin so close to hers. She ran a tongue out on her lips and tried, determined to pull at her self control and grab a hold of willpower.

"Lauren," Bo said to her, fingers trailing under the thin material of the cotton shirt. "It's very simple, if we...do this, the fever will last half as long," Lauren nodded, agreeing with her before she shook her head. "What's wrong?" Bo whispered, leaning forward and brushing her lips against Lauren's neck. She could feel Lauren's fast heart, beat beneath her lips, almost humming as the doctor's breath became shorter, quicker.

Slowly, Bo grazed her teeth up Lauren's neck and watched as Lauren became less and less in control of her self, unable to say the word no as desire grew, overcoming her senses.

'And I haven't even used my powers,' Bo smirked as she pulled away and breathed down on the other side of the neck. She didn't like using her power on Lauren, before. She liked Lauren being so aroused by her without a single need of fae-help, it was a good boost of confidence for one, but mostly because when she did use her power, Lauren would almost cry out, arching, shuddering beneath her as she gulped in air.

Bo darted out a tongue, tasting her. "Lauren," she sung against her neck.

"But we shouldn't do this," Lauren said, her eyes closing as she tried not to moan. Taking in a careful breath she tried to collect her thoughts as Bo's hands ran up her side, fingering beneath the material of her bra. "Bo..." the word came out as a moan instead of a warning, and at that Lauren almost gave in to her desires.

Instead she pulled away and watched as Bo's head lolled. Bo looked up with her eyes, dark brown eyes darkened with lust, and said, "I don't understand what the problem is, it's entirely logical." It was a joke, said lightly and off handedly, but Lauren didn't laugh.

Instead, she shook her head, "You're not considering other points. The spores create a drunken like state over our mind, we think looser, we act on mere thought without consideration. For all you know, the idea to sex our way out of the fever induced state will cause more problems. Perhaps the speed of the fever is chosen for the specific reason of-"

"Or perhaps the horniness that the two of us are feeling, is there for a reason. I'm hot, yes, but I'm not...I don't feel as sick as I did the first time."

Lauren paused, considering the point.

"Come on, you're not embarrassed are you. Not after the..." Bo trailed off, grinning. "Not after yesterday." Lauren blushed, remembering what she had done. Most certainly that had been due to the spores and a spontaneous, irrational, moment within her. She watched Bo go to stand up before Lauren shook her head. "Hmm?" Bo asked, quirking a single eyebrow at her.

Lauren shook her head. "I have notes to write, Bo. I'm a few hours behind and-"

"And I'm sure they can wait," Bo said, her voice suddenly becoming predatory as she got off the chair - that only yesterday she'd been tied to - and walked over to Lauren, pinning her agains the table. Lauren clasped at the table, trying to pull at coherent thoughts, but only receiving yesterday's image of Bo's face, her pleased expression as she... "Lauren," Bo whispered hotly against her ear.

Her eyes shut at her own name, the science behind Bo's statement was running through her head. She was right, of course. The horniness most probably was due to the spores, but she'd known that for a while. Waking up from a peculiar sex dream about her old college professor who happened to look a lot like Bo, had been the first thing that made Lauren's mind start contemplating everything.

Usually, after an afternoon of sexual release, her dreams were relatively mild, and in no way sexual. Not like that anyway.

Fingers pulled at the button of her fly, tempting her. Bo's eyes were on her, a slow smile forming on her lips as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Made up your mind, Doc?" She asked. Lauren didn't answer, her eyes shutting tighter, as she tried to take control of her mind.

Lauren's eyes flew open as Bo's thigh slid between her legs, pushing them wider apart and making sure to run hard up against her. Lauren pressed herself, further backwards, into the desk as a shiver ran down her spine.

"Say yes," Bo whispered, nudging her nose against Lauren's neck as she pressed her lips to the bare skin.

"I..."

"Do you want this?" Lauren nodded at her question. "I'm not...taking advantage of you?"

"I wish you'd take advantage of me more often."

Bo slipped slightly, her body shivered, eyes locking hard on Lauren's as the words echoed inside of her head. There were those moments, in Lauren, that Bo really liked, because they made her do things like yesterday, and say things like..."You want me to take advantage of you?" Bo asked her softly.

Lauren's chest rose and fell as she considered carefully her next choice of words, but instead of trying to explain what she meant, she grabbed Bo's hand, that was on the button of her fly, undid her pants and slowly eased Bo's hand between the material of her underwear. "Do you understand now?" She asked.

Bo couldn't smile, the feeling to smile was burning inside of her, but her face was frozen in pleased shock. Finally, she decided to just kiss Lauren as climbed onto the desk. Her mind flicking between yesterday and what was happening now on the desk.