Tamsin lit an oil lamp and set it on the dresser, turning to face Bo, who sat on the bed pulling off her boots, staring back at the Valkyrie with a smoldering look on her face. The detective was tempted to pinch herself; she could barely believe that this was really happening. "Come here," the succubus beckoned, and she complied, kicking off her shoes as she approached the bed. Bo stood and gazed into her pale blue eyes as she took off the blonde's jacket and tossed it aside. She grazed Tamsin's cheeks with her lips before trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw to her neck. The detective felt her skin quiver at the sensation of the succubus's tongue; she emitted a shallow gasp as Bo reached her collarbone.
"Don't be nervous," the brunette breathed as she undid the buttons of the Valkyrie's shirt, one by one. She slipped it off and pulled her own tank top over her head, leaning in to kiss the blonde once more, exploring her mouth with her tongue. Tamsin reached her hand around to unhook the succubus's bra, whipping it off and onto the floor; Bo followed suit, removing hers. She lowered the Valkyrie onto the bed, delighting in the feeling of Tamsin's bare breasts pushed up against her own. Moving down, she took one of the detective's hard nipples in her mouth while squeezing the other between her fingertips. "Oh God," the blonde husked. Bo smiled and felt her eyes flash blue. She took her time teasing the detective's nipples, feeling the other woman's heart rate accelerate as she grew increasingly aroused.
She ran her hands down Tamsin's taut stomach and traced her fingers over the edge of her jeans before undoing the button; the Valkyrie lifted her hips so Bo could pull her pants off with greater ease. The succubus ran her tongue up and down her lover's waist and nuzzled her hipbone as she gripped her underwear and tugged them off too. Bo took a moment to behold her lover's body in the lamplight. "God, you're stunning," she sighed. Tamsin's cheeks flushed red; she had received such compliments from many a sexual partner but this was the first one that really touched her.
Bo continued teasing the other woman's inner thighs, reveling in her impatient moans. Finally she traced her tongue over her lover's clit, sending mild pulses of charm as she went. Her eyes flashed blue again: the Valkyrie's taste only further whetted her appetite. She moaned as she suppressed her desire to feast on the blonde's chi, afraid of taking too much. Tamsin arched her body forward, groaning as Bo quickened the pace of her strokes. When she sensed she was close to coming she pulled Bo up to kiss her. The succubus let her fingers take over where her tongue had left off. As the Valkyrie reached orgasm Bo intensified her pleasure with her charm, whispering in her ear, "I love you too, Tamsin." The Valkyrie sighed and pulled her into a passionate kiss, unable to convey how moved she felt to hear it.
Still catching her breath, Tamsin went to remove her lover's pants and was pleased to find that as Bo had promised the other day, she wasn't wearing underwear. Now naked, the succubus straddled Tamsin, who sat up and kissed her neck while slowly moving her hand between Bo's legs. "Fuck, you're wet," she moaned. She teased the brunette, letting the anticipation build before she finally entered her. The succubus bit her lip, trying with little success to muffle a deep moan. Pumping her fingers in and out, the detective rubbed the other woman's clit with her palm and leaned in to nuzzle her nipple. Bo adjusted her position so that she could touch Tamsin at the same time, sliding two fingers into her only to find she was now even wetter than before. A series of expletives escaped the blonde as Bo's fingers moved in and out of her; when Bo felt she was on the verge of orgasm she gave the Valkyrie a forceful pulse of charm; they came at the same time and collapsed together onto the bed. They stared at each other as they both caught their breath.
"You're unbelievable," the Valkyrie said, still overwhelmed with emotion.
"So are you."
"But you didn't feed, did you? I seem to remember you being quite taken with the taste of my chi."
"You remember correctly, and I was incredibly tempted but I didn't want to weaken you; I want to keep you around."
"I can handle it, Bo. I'm a big g-"
But the succubus silenced her with a kiss, and she let it go. Exhausted, they drifted off to sleep.
Tamsin woke the next morning to find herself nestled comfortably in Bo's arms. The succubus was already awake; she had been admiring the way the Valkyrie's golden hair glowed in the sunlight peeking in through the curtains. "Good Morning," Bo whispered.
"The best," Tamsin replied sleepily, kissing the succubus's forehead. In all her years, she'd never slept so well. She took a moment to regard Bo, who looked beautiful as ever even with tousled hair.
"Tamsin, you know I meant what I said last night, right?" the brunette asked.
The detective made a confused face.
"When I said 'I love you', I meant it," Bo explained. "It wasn't just the heat of the moment."
The Valkyrie smiled, "Yes, Bo. I trust you wouldn't say it if you didn't mean it."
"Good, I just wanted to be clear on that. The more I get to know you, the more my feelings deepen." Tamsin blushed and the succubus ran her hand through her hair, preparing to kiss her. Then they heard a clatter outside the door.
"Massimo…" Tamsin grumbled. "I totally forgot about him. We should probably get out of here."
"As loath as I am to see you put your clothes back on," Bo sighed, "it would be awkward to do what I'd like to do to you with a druid just outside the room." She raised an eyebrow, amused by the spike in the Valkyrie's aura.
"Not fair succulet," the blonde complained as she rounded up her clothes. The succubus smirked back at her.
Strolling into the kitchen, Tamsin half expected the druid to greet her with a suggestive barb.
"Good morning, blondie. Did you sleep well? I slept like a rock." The subtext: I heard nothing.
"You're being eerily decent, druid," she observed suspiciously, " No douchey comments? What gives?"
He waited to respond until he was sure the succubus was out of earshot. "You're on death row, blondie. Now is not the time for teasing." She nodded at him nervously.
"If she loves you," he continued, "I don't think she'll ever forgive you for what you're about to do."
Tamsin felt a pang in her stomach. "I know but it's not like I have much choice."
"No, I suppose you don't with that curse. Maybe I'll see you in your next life?"
"Maybe," Tamsin hesitated. "Thanks for everything, Massimo. I really mean it."
"Say hi to Acacia for me."
"I will," she promised.
Exiting the cabin, the Valkyrie glared at the falcons as she patted the syringe and the rune jar in her jacket pocket. Death row indeed.
"Stay with me this week," the succubus proposed as they pulled out of the druid's driveway. "Stay at my place instead of in your truck."
"Okay," Tamsin agreed with a dopey smile. She felt torn between bliss at Bo's company and guilt over her well-intentioned dishonesty.
Bo's phone buzzed with a text; it was the first time it had since they'd left the day before. "Trick says that Vex has imprisoned Evony and he's now acting as the Morrigan."
"Can't say I'm sorry to hear of her downfall," the detective chuckled.
"I wonder who'll be the new Ash now that Hale is out of the picture."
"I'm guessing an unscrupulous power monger, they flock to those roles."
"Ugh, you're right. And this means there'll be another 'stag hunt,'" Bo realized, remembering the barbaric pageantry surrounding Lochlyn's inauguration.
"It's ironic that we think so highly of ourselves when we are possibly even more cruel and violent than the humans we feed off," Tamsin commented.
"A Dark fae with sympathy for humans?" Bo asked, "You're full of surprises, Valkyrie."
"I told you before, I only pledged to the Dark to avoid spending time with fae I might fall in love with. Valkyries can't help but feel a connection to humans, not when we escort honorable human warriors to Valhalla," She took Bo's hand. "They're like you, but without fae powers."
The succubus intertwined their fingers. "And when you take them, they're dying?"
Tamsin's expression grew more serious. "Yes, we take those who are worthy when they are finally mortally wounded. It's pretty… intense."
"That sounds hard."
"It is, especially because more often than not, the noblest warriors lose their battles against tyrants. When they leave, their causes are often lost. That's certainly the tendency on this fair continent," she added, thinking of Acacia and Tecumseh.
"Are they happy in Valhalla?" Bo asked.
"It varies from person to person. Most are proud to be honored there, but they all mourn the loss of connection to this world."
"I don't get Asgard any more than I get fae custom, it all seems so pointlessly cruel."
"I used to get it," Tamsin told her. "I never even questioned it until …" Until I met you, she thought.
Until you met me: the succubus smiled as she finished Tamsin's sentence in her head.