Oh wow, thank you for all those great reviews and your retweets on Twitter. The best thing when you wake up in the morning, checking your mail account and all those nice comments pop up.

Okay, now here is the thing. This chapter is something very new to me. I've never written anything like that and I hope that I managed to transport all those feelings I wanted the reader to experience. I know it's a bit short and I'll give my best to write a longer one next time.

Another big thanks to FreeingTheWriterWithin for helping me out and encourage me to post this and for her thoughts and ideas.

Now, when you read this just keep in mind that it is a first time (and not only for the characters).

I don't own Lost Girl.

Chapter 7

Lauren's POV

A dim light peeked through a small gap the curtains let in, flowing with every wisp of wind from the window slightly ajar. The moon was shining proudly, showing off its deep crater on his full roundness, setting the right corner, opposite the door of the otherwise dark motel room, in its spotlight, like a floodlit stage.

A fresh breeze came across the room every now and then, to play with a T-shirt hanging loosely over the backrest of one of the chairs next to the bed. Not far away, the sound of leaves rustling broke the silence, screaming for attention.

Lauren was laying on her right side on the king size bed. Blanket up to her waist. Her bare arm laxly placed over her belly. Her right forefinger tapping pattern discontentedly on the hollow part of her waist. A nervous flicker inside her stomach had already gotten to her nerves minutes ago. She was staring at the wall, watching the shadows of branches from outside, dancing along the wallpaper.

She didn't know for how long she'd been laying there wide awake. Her mind was racing. Thoughts were streaming down her cliff-like mind. Bursting waterfalls of pictures and emotions wouldn't leave her alone. Colliding into white foam where angry waters of memories met the restless lake of her soul. The current pulled her under the surface and made it almost impossible to breathe. Every intake filled her lungs with oxygen; her body seemed to be unable to carry on.

The brunette right next to her, on the same bed, under the same sheets, wearing nothing but a shirt and boxers, didn't help at all to calm her juggling nerves.

The last twenty four hours left her gasping for air. A lot had happened.

Starting with the night out in the pub. The laughing and drinking. The dancing and that mind-blowing kiss that swept her heart away like a hurricane would do to a whole camping side. Then in the morning finding that surprise-cupcake on her nightstand, waiting there neatly arranged. She had never had the chance to actually eat it and the thought brought a new wave of vexation hastening inside her guts.

Memories navigating through the disaster of a dinner and her idiotic run far away out of the situation, to end their path with the walk up to her co-workers motel room, after a rather sulfurous conversation with her mother on the phone over the injuries of her bedtime candy, whose muffled cries could still be heard in the background.

Rose was furious, Lauren stayed matter-of-factly.

Rose yelled, Lauren hung up.

She hadn't done that before. Hanging up the phone, leaving the other end in mid sentence, but Rose had crossed a line Lauren wasn't aware of existed, until tonight.

She was lamenting about the violence that the furious brunette was displaying and she argued that Lauren shouldn't be associating with someone as aggressive as Bo Dennis.

Lauren was thinking that a blind man, or woman in that case, should not judge colors. She also felt an unfamiliar need to fight for her co-worker's honor.

Rose was still rambling on about her false portrayal of the former ballerina and Lauren's incapacity to socialize with normal people. Not entirely listening the blonde interrupted her mother's monologue, telling her that the keys to the motel room would be waiting for them at the reception. Before she disconnected the line and shut off her phone, she underlined the fact that she wanted the two of them to be gone first thing tomorrow with a low and clear voice.

Now here she was. Wondering how the night would have turned out if things had been different.

Sighing she shifted her arm from her belly up under the pillow, listening to Bo's steady breathing. The rhythmical inhale and exhale told her, that her co-worker must have fallen asleep, finally.

It was hard enough to share the bed space which was bigger than Lauren's kitchen in her single apartment, with the only woman the blonde couldn't get out of her mind for most of the day. But knowing that the brunette would lay there, just an arm's reach away, in all her glory and awake, would have been just too much to take. It would have reduced the size of a kitchen into a nutshell within the blink of an eye.

Lauren closed her eyes, hoping for a little peace and quiet. Maybe if she tried to stop thinking and focused on flexing and relaxing single muscle parts, it would help her to drift off into something sleep-like. She needed to leave this crowded place inside her head. She couldn't stand being in her own mind any longer.

She concentrated on her breathing. Deep and slow for several intakes of air. Starting with her left calf, she moved the muscle. Then her left upper leg. Her mind collected the pieces the storm of thoughts had left behind. One by one. A whiff of heaviness climbed into her body. The first welcoming signs of the upcoming serenity she needed to crawl out of the tumult in her brain and into that one place where she could finally come to rest.

She was halfway over the edge of falling into her unconscious state when the mattress behind her shifted. A lazy hand brushed along her side and moved down along her ribcage to place itself on top of the blonde's sternum. At the same time Lauren felt a soft puff of hot air at the hollow of her neck.

Her co-worker pressed her front flat against the back of the blonde actress who was struggling to keep her heart from imploding inside her shockingly tense torso. The bare skin of the brunette's legs laid upon her own, sliding along her thighs until they found their final position tangled between Lauren's. A tingle rushed through her whole form. Every small hair all over Lauren's body was pulsating in excitement. The steady up and down of the chest leaning heavily on her back left her shivering.

A sudden yank vibrated through the brunette laying far too close now. A sharp intake of breath and the form behind the blonde tied up in knots, which only seconds ago seemed so at ease and relaxed.

"I- huh, I'm sorry, I..."

Bo's voice a whisper, husky and raw, blown upon her blonde hair. The hand, lingering warm and comforting on the blonde's sternum, moved away slowly.

"Don't."

Lauren reached for the brunette's hand, holding it in place.

"Lauren..."

Seconds passed with Lauren keeping her co-worker's warm palm from shifting further away. Her fingers tracing light pattern over the brunette's knuckles, trying to speak those words, which wouldn't leave her mouth in a silent plea. Breathing in shortly, a wave of warmth revived her clouded mind, spreading in her guts and caressing her chest.

The blonde felt Bo's body move even closer and a soft sigh made its way along her throat, escaping her parted lips. Lauren slid nearer to the heat radiating from the brunette. Settling herself in the shy embrace, leaning in deeper into what felt more and more like coming home.

She could feel the rapid heartbeat upon her spine of the actress pressed behind her. Hearing her own pump pounding hard and fast. Bo's right arm asked permission to slip under the blondes head, her right hand brushing along Lauren's shoulder, over her upper arm, to her hand. Fingers entwined, finding a place on the cool pillow.

The brunette placed a light touch from her lips through the sleeping shirt against Lauren's left shoulder blade. Both women cuddled themselves into a firmer and less shy position of new found comfort. Another shift of the mattress and another caress of a mouth upon the warm skin of the blonde's crack of her neck right underneath her ear. A shiver ran down the length of her back. Sending flashes of electricity through every pore of her body, right down to her center, more awake than ever before.

"You okay?"

The brunette's voice tenderly hushed over a reddened cheekbone hidden in the darkness of the night clouded room. The scent of her co-worker's perfume lingered in her every breath and forced her eyes to roll back inside her head, eyelids falling close. A last short intake of the intoxicating air surrounding her, Lauren nodded almost invisible until Bo settled back down, resting her head on the same pillow, sharing the small space.

Lauren's mind, seconds ago struggling to find the central theme, had now cleared a way through the jungle and everything started to make sense again. Sure about the next and only thing she wanted to do, as an undisclosed desire pumped inside her veins.

The grip on the brunette's hand becoming tighter as Lauren, more self-assured than she had ever felt before, guided them down slowly to the place where the hem of her shirt met with the blanket loosely placed upon her hipbone. Brushing the fabric aside, with fingertips still joined, a hitch filled the sound of shallow breaths and drumming heartbeats, when skin met skin.

Diving underneath the thin cotton, Lauren boldly forced Bo's hand to move back up again. Stroking across the toned muscles of her belly, over the outlines of her ribcage until unsure fingertips found the swelling of the soft flesh of the blonde's mounds. Moving along the roundness, Lauren led a slightly wet palm to rest upon her left breast. With a soft squeeze to reassure her co-worker breathing heavily into her golden tresses, she let go of the resting hand now placed on the spot she had wanted the brunette to touch for so long.

Searching her way back out of her shirt, Lauren slid down under the blanket once more to settle upon the trembling upper leg of the woman lying next to her. She gently brushed over the muscular thigh enjoying the feel of goosebumps becoming even more visible underneath her fingertips.

The blonde could feel Bo quiver under her touch and the brunette's whole body tensed up almost immediately. Turning her head slightly Lauren swallowed hard.

"You okay?"

Afraid she might have crossed a line, Lauren turned around more fully searching the beautiful face in front of her and came to a halt on the darkest brown she had ever seen in her co-worker's eyes.

"Bo?"

Holding her breath, Lauren waited for a reaction, a sign, a word, anything that would have told her she hadn't just made the biggest mistake of her whole life. Panic crept up her guts. Resignation made its way inside her belly superseding every jingle of excitement and joy.

She was just about to withdraw herself from the embrace, getting more and more torture like, when a pair of hot lips found her own. A sensitive brush, seasoning the tastes of each other. A feather light kiss as quickly ending as it had started, only to reveal a smiling brunette hovering over the blonde.

"I wasn't expecting that."

Lauren couldn't suppress a quiet chuckle, releasing the tight knot she had built up in her chest in an instant. Shifting, the blonde positioned herself underneath her co-worker, cupping her face with both of her hands to bring those waiting lips back down against her own.

Sinking in, she felt Bo melt into the kiss, growing more urgent with every passing second. Another move by the brunette on top. Slowly a thigh slipped in between Lauren's legs, pushing them apart to make room before Bo settled herself down again, pressing carefully against the blonde's hot center. Quiet moans escaped both women in-between kisses.

Lauren kept Bo's bottom lip between her teeth, dragging gently. Releasing the pink flesh, swollen by the received attention. The wet tip of Bo's tongue caressed Lauren's upper lip, waiting to continue the dance with an equally eager partner. The blonde's right hand, balled into a fist at the brunette's chest, clenching at the fabric of the night shirt, pulling Bo more firmly against herself.

Tongues met, explored each other, brushing along lips and jaws. Shared kisses, wandering over cheeks and throats, leaving wet spots along the way. The cold air in the room was blowing silently against the overheated skin, doing nothing to cool off the hot sensation of the moment.

Forcing a surprised gasp from her co-worker, Lauren rolled them over on the large mattress until she had the upper hand, lying between Bo's thighs. The blonde leaned over, kissing Bo's elegant neck down to her collarbone. Long legs wrapped themselves around Lauren's back, trapping her, holding her in place.

An unwilling frustration growled inside of Lauren and she stopped her journey of discovering the former ballerina further as her path was stopped by the cotton barrier. Looking down, she got up onto her knees, pulling the brunette up with her. Sitting on Lauren's lap, Bo put her arms around the blonde to steady herself. Searching for the hem of the brunette's shirt furious fingers slid under the fabric.

"This has to get off now."

A sparkle in her light brown eyes, a demanding tone in her voice, a rough pull on the cotton that kept them from full body contact.

The darkness of the room illuminated every now and then as the wind blowing more firmly against the floating curtain, which couldn't deny the bright shine of the moon to sneak past them for any longer.

Bo smiled brightly. A gentle touch stopped the almost angry hands, struggling to conquer the hidden secrets underneath. Lauren felt the grip of Bo's legs around her waist tighten as she watched the brunette take off the shirt in one slow and swift move, exposing a muscular stomach, toned arms and the most gorgeous breasts Lauren had ever laid eyes on.

A lingering gaze on the newly uncovered skin in front of her, Lauren licked her lips. Roaming along the bare flesh up to meet a pair of pinkish cheeks, lit up with an almost shy smile and two waiting, questioning, brown orbs.

Swallowing hard, the blonde watched as Bo's hands were gliding over the brunette's waist, following the way along her still shorts-clothed thighs, to hover above the blonde's stomach, scratching the thin fabric slightly, barely touching the heated flesh underneath.

"Can I help you with that?"

Lauren's head shot back up to observe the needy look upon her co-worker's face. Nodding slowly, Bo started to unclothe the blonde. Her fingertips ran over Lauren's side, feathery strokes along the soft skin underneath her ribcage. The blonde lifted her arms above her head, still watching the brunette's features intensely.

The cold air of the motel room hit her disrobed upper body like ice water. The result did show all over her. Goosebumps popped up and covered every inch of skin and the pink flesh of her breast, hardened from the waiting anticipation. Her long hair falling freely down upon her shoulders, tickling her back.

Looking at each other, both women were taking in the sight in front of them. Bo stroked the golden locks and bare arms, until she palmed the blonde's waist on either side.

"You can touch me, Lauren. I- I want you to touch me."

A pleading whisper got through to Lauren's lust-fogged head. Reaching out, she found her co-worker's longing body shivering under her fingertips. Muscles twitched and a sharp intake of breath met the sound of short fingernails brushing along naked skin. The air was glistering with electricity, when eager hands explored every inch of exposed flesh before they stopped on either side of the tender swellings of an eagerheavingchest.

Lauren gently gave Bo a push as a signal to lie back down. Holding herself up on her arms placed at the brunette's head, Lauren let herself sink down on top of her co-worker. Breaths gasping, voices groaning when the woman positioned herself fully along the length of the naked brunette.

Starting slowly, Lauren placed soft kisses all over Bo's collarbone, throat and cheeks until their mouths joined once again. Gripping blonde hair, tangling wildly all around with one hand, Bo slid underneath the waistband of the blonde's shorts, massaging the roundness she found there, just waiting for her hand to embrace it completely.

They stayed like this for, what felt like hours. Touching, exploring, kissing. Lauren's senses were on overdrive surrounded by everything Bo. Her thigh pressed itself hard against the brunette's core. Rubbing her own heated center along her co-worker's upper leg. Moaning into each other's mouths, they moved in perfect sync.

"Oh God..."

Lauren's hoarse cry led Bo on to taking over control again. Rolling on top, she left open-mouth kisses all over the blonde's chest until hot lips closed around the waiting tips of her breasts. Hand's fighting with the remaining clothes. Bo stood up with a jump, forcing a surprised gasp from Lauren. Reaching for the waistband of her own shorts, she let them fall to the floor. The blonde was laying in the bed, leaning back on her elbows, watching the brunette.

Crawling back on the bed on all fours, Bo maintained eye contact while she helped Lauren out of the last piece that separated the two of them, to join as one completely.

Kissing her way up, the brunette's hot tongue trailed wet lines along the insides of Lauren thighs. Lauren's head fell back, her mouth left open to reveal a throaty sound. Feeling her co-worker's lips traveling up her belly to first her right then left breast, sucking tenderly Lauren cupped Bo's cheeks to crash their lips together again in a passionate dance. Rolling over the king size bed, both women fighting for dominance, but found themselves back in the same position with Bo on top.

Legs entangled, until a light push told Lauren to give her co-worker more space. Spreading them even more when the brunette's wandering hand found the wetness it was searching for. Stroking along the length, Lauren couldn't suppress her puffed growling any longer. Feeling her co-worker filling her up made her scream in pleasure. The blonde was losing herself in the rhythm Bo created. The sensation of hot kisses on her skin combined with eager thrusts of the woman hovering above her left nothing but crumbled thoughts and blurred pictures inside the blonde's head.

A perfect mixture of fingers gliding in and out of her soaking core and circling over the screaming bundle of nerves, Lauren was close to surrender, to the tension building up from deep inside. The sweet scent of Bo filling her nostrils, the salty taste of sweaty skin all over her lips and tongue. Emotions running wild, surrounding her, entering her mind and spreading all through her body.

"You are so beautiful."

Bo's breathless voice next to her ear was the last puzzle piece she needed to let go. Digging her short fingernails in the muscular flesh of her co-worker's back, Lauren threw her head back, pressing deep into the pillow. Waves of pleasure were sailing through her whole body heaving her chest up from the mattress. Flames were burning inside her guts, climbing up her torso. Releasing Bo's name in the breath she wasn't aware she was holding until the last push from the brunette brought her over the edge.

Eyelids fluttered shut, when the short twitching of muscles slowly faded away. The satisfaction roaming through Lauren's body wasn't like anything she had ever felt before.

A shiver ran down her sweat-covered skin when she felt the warm nakedness of the ballerina shifting next to her, pressing against her right side. A gentle hand caressed her left cheekbone and brow. Turning her head slowly, Lauren opened her eyes again.

"Hey."

A lazy smile formed on the blonde lips, by the sight of the brunette next to her, seemingly nervous.

"Hey."

Lauren's voice still husky.

"You okay?"

Bo's questioning gaze was searching the blonde's face. The concern wasn't unheard in those words spoken softly. Lauren leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss upon the brunette's lips before she heaved her still recovering body to place herself on top of the woman next to her.

"I'm fine, Bo. That was... words are failing me right now. That good!"

Smiling proudly, Bo kissed the blonde's lips once again.

"Good. I was aiming for nothing less."

Brushing strands of golden locks behind Lauren's ear, Bo looked into the light brown orbs.

"I wasn't your first."

It wasn't a question but a statement. Lauren smiled.

"Was it that obvious?"

Bo mirrored the blonde's expression and nodded.

"Yes."

"Well, you're right."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Lauren shrugged. She hadn't thought about Jane for a long time. They had had a short affair when Lauren started her stage career. Jane had been her make-up artist. She was a lot older than Lauren and very experienced. It hadn't lasted long as Jane moved on to the next newly born star on the same stage.

"It wasn't important and it still isn't. But..."

Looking back at her co-worker, Lauren leaned down. Inches apart she whispered her hot breath upon Bo's still wet lips.

"Now, Miss Dennis, it's my turn."

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