The Opera Ghost CH 10
"Ouch! Jesus Bo, I thought you had a better bedside matter than this." Lauren hisses as Bo unwraps the bindings that cover her bruised ribs. Her button up shirt is hanging open, leaving her bra on display, but all she can seem to focus on is Bo's hands on her skin. They made it back through the tunnels, pain coursing through Lauren with each and every gallop of the horse, but managed to make it over the water and to her bedroom.
Bo smirks and reaches for the familiar bottle of rum and hands it to the blonde. "There. Now hush, I need to see what kind of damage you did after that stunt you pulled." She tries to be mad at Lauren, but dammit if she wasn't so romantic. She is the only person that would, stupidly, risk her own wellbeing in hopes to woo her. And Bo absolutely loves that about her. When the bandages are gone, Bo winces at the angry marks. "What were you thinking, Lauren?"
"That it would be the last time I got to hold you."
Bo stops what she is doing and looks at her. The blonde has her head down, but she sees how true those words are. And Bo knows it was her fault not communicating to both her and Dyson that caused this. "I am so sorry Lauren. I never meant for you to get caught up in all of this." She takes a second to lift Lauren's chin so she can look into those damaged hazel eyes that she finds comfort in. "I never meant to fall in love with you."
Lauren's mind seems to freeze and explode all at once. There has only been pain, loneliness, death…in her life. For someone to love her, well it shouldn't be real. But Bo is here, tending to her wounds, sleeping in her bed, caring. It is all so new and yet, familiar as Bo holds her close. "You don't love Dyson?"
"I don't love Dyson." Bo says and traces the mask hiding the darkness from the world. "I thought I did, back when we were kids, but now… It just feels all wrong and I can only consider friendship at this point. I can't go back to that little girl I once was. I don't want to."
Lauren sits up, ignoring the sharp pain in her side and pulls Bo into a passionate kiss. She can feel the gasp from surprising Bo, but takes advantage to feel her tongue dance along her own. The way Bo reciprocates the kiss has Lauren feeling the best kind of dizzy. It is such a miracle to have this kind, beautiful woman in her arms, even more so as that same woman loves her. That chooses her knowing the darkness that lingers just behind those troubled eyes.
Feeling the moan vibrate along her lips, Lauren slows the kiss and smiles wide, their temples resting against one another. "I'm in love with you, dearest Isabeau." It's a whisper, so intimate but the electricity is humming between them. Lauren's hand travels down the side of Bo's cheek, down her neck until it rests on her chest.
Bo feels the smooth digits trace her skin and she encourages to go where she so desires. But when the hand stops and toys with the forgotten necklace, her eyes grow confused.
The engagement ring is still hanging around Bo's neck and neither one is sure what to do. Lauren wants to rip it off her neck and claim Bo, but that would just make her as bad as Monsieur Thornwood, if not worse. Her anger disappears as quickly as it came as Bo looks back at her.
"I am not his, Lauren. And I sure as Hell don't love him." She peaks slowly, like she needs her to understand. She made mistakes, but not are irreversible. She makes a mental note to talk about this with her childhood friend as soon as she has a spare moment, but right now she just needs to prove it to The Phantom.
Lauren nods, but her focus is still on the glimmering ring. Until Bo rips the chain from her own neck. Bo lifts herself on the bed and places it on the vanity in the room, making a note to return it to Dyson. When she looks at her own reflection, she smiles. There is no shyness or worry here. Most would be afraid and hopeless standing in Lauren's lair, fearing the unknown. Instead, Bo feels overjoyed and giddy. Most importantly, loved.
Turning back to her lover, Bo reaches blindly behind her and loosens the ties to her dress, making the material sag until it slips off her body. She loves the reaction of Lauren sitting upright, her legs now firmly on the floor, and her eyes dark with desire.
Lauren has shared many firsts with Bo. She has never shared a bath with another or chased someone down in anger. Things only Lauren brings out in her. But as the days continue on, Bo realized she wanted to share everything with this woman. Something as sacred as making love for the first time.
Unafraid, Bo sheds the rest of her clothes with each step towards her one true desire. Lauren's hand tentatively holds her waist when she steps in between her legs and lets her bra fall away. She struggles to stand upright when Lauren's thumbs run light circles on her hips, and she knows she is in the best kind of trouble.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Seeing Bo so confident, baring it all for her burns through The Phantoms body. She is exposed and offering herself up, confessing the hardest feelings one can only bear, and she knows there is only one love for her.
The Phantom has only kissed Bo, only been close to her and only her. Human contact wasn't really a thing before meeting the brunette. Sure she had Vex here and there, plus the occasional kill, but she has never been intimate with someone. The fear of not being enough is always on her mind. And she couldn't live with herself at not being enough for Bo.
"Please Lauren." Is strangled into a whisper and that is all it takes for Lauren to fight through her fears and embrace the love.
Unable to fight off her longing desire for Bo, Lauren shuts off her mind as lets her body guide her. Face buried into Bo's cleavage, kissing and licking her way to the still point has Bo's hands clutching to blonde hair. Her skin is more delectable than the constant dreams at night and Lauren isn't hesitant anymore.
Pulling back for breath, she looks at Bo for consent to continue and is stunned at the lust in the other woman's eyes. Bo doesn't seem to care as long as Lauren continues to touch her, she just needs to do one thing before though. "That's much better." She says as she pulls the mask away from Lauren's face, not caring about the what is hidden beneath it. To Bo, there is only Lauren, and she loves her along with every single flaw she contains.
The tears for in her eyes quickly, but Bo is there as soon as she sees them. They share a look and Lauren struggles to catch her breath at the intensity of it all. "Are, are you sure?"
Bo nods and lets out a quiet laugh. "I am more that sure." With that, Bo takes charge and pushes Lauren back against the mattress before settling on top of her. Straddling her only in underwear should be nerve wreaking, but Bo feels confident at the way The Phantom is responding to her. Her flushed skin, heaving chest, not to mention the way Lauren is clutching the sheets below her. "And I am sure that I need to see you." She says running her nails down her stomach to the top of her pants, tugging on it. "I need to see all of you."
The feeling of Bo unbuttoning her pants and lowering the zipper has butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach, but it is thrilling all at the same time. It is the same thrill that wakes her up and takes action. A squeak falls from Bo's lips when Lauren switches their positions. Her hands are on either side of Bo's head, their lips only a breath apart. "You'll tell me if you don't-" but a kiss shuts Lauren up.
"I trust you. Now please don't keep me waiting." Lauren buries her face into Bo's neck at Laughs at the neediness from her lover. But can't really blame her since there is a constant thrumming coming from her center.
They get lost in each other, their kisses are frantic as they kick off Lauren's pants and underwear and ripping her bra from her body. When their chest come in contact, bare and hot, the gentle thrusts making them break apart. The sounds Bo is making beneath her, has Lauren eager to pleasure her. It's then, Lauren hand grabs the only material that separates her and Bo.
Bo will forever be in awe of the woman above her. Sometimes she really thinks this is all a dream. That she will wake up and this courageous and stunning woman will all be gone. But feeling the delicious pressure on the woman above, and the heavy breasts gliding against her own has her delirious with pleasure. Struggling to breathe because Lauren is everywhere all at once, she stares at her, her marred flesh and curious hands are getting her hotter and hotter.
Keeping eye contact, Lauren takes her time sliding the slightly damp underwear down Bo' leg. Her skin is flawless, smooth to the touch, and Lauren makes it her mission to taste every inch. But as of right now, Bo need her and she will never deny her.
Kissing the inside if her knee, Lauren resumes her place between Bo's legs. She blushes feeling the other woman's arousal on her stomach, but knows she is just as wet. Ignoring her desire to taste her lover, Lauren makes a trail of nips, tongues, and lips up Bo's busty chest. Sucking the dark pink nipple into her mouth, Bo's hips come alive and jump at the contact, moaning loudly finally feeling friction against her achy clit.
Lauren takes note of it and flexes her strong abs, nails gripping her back as she finds a steady rhythm grinding into Bo. The repeated "please" doesn't fall deaf to her ears and doubles her efforts, sliding up until their centers meet. Two sets of eyes widen at the new discovery and pants and moans grow louder. It isn't until Bo grips Lauren's ass and shudders, when they climax together.
The aftershocks seem to last forever, almost as long as the tiny specks when they close their eyes. Hearts beating in sync, bodies tangled together as one, and the brilliant smiles that light up their faces, they fall asleep.
They made love. They made love in a place that it shouldn't have existed.
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It isn't until the sun breaks that Monsieur Thornwood wakes up with a gruff. His head is throbbing and his neck is burned to the pain where the skin is gone. The last thing he remembers is the face of The Phantom chocking him to death. In his room now, he can't explain how. But then he remembers Bo, chasing after that demon. Her dancing with that woman and being held by her so close, so intimately.
"You look like you could use a drink." Dyson sighs and stands to accept the tumbler filled with dark liquor. Mademoiselle Evony is sitting in nothing but the finest, taking her own sip of the expensive liquid. "tell me why that is, Dyson?"
He growls and rips his shirt open, the collar making his wounds worse. "You guys have let The Phantom run astray for too long, killing as she deems fit. She doesn't follow any law and corrupts the innocent! How is she still living burden free inside Our Opera House?!"
Evony watches him closely and studies his words closer. He doesn't seem to notice how adolescent he is being. How he lets his pride shadow the free will of others. She may be a cunning butch, a cut throat business woman, but she knows how to swallow her pride. "Yes, The Phantom plays by her own rules, Monsieur, but what is this really about?" she stands and stalks closer to the man, watching him flinch under her scrutiny.
She takes his silence into consideration but needs to get to the root of his destructive behavior. "I saw the way they held each other. Anyone with eyes saw their familiarity. How they held one another desperately. It is as if they knew exactly how their bodies moved."
"Your point?" Dyson murmurs and downs a bit more of his drink, before Evony turns him to face her.
"She is not yours any longer. She might have been once upon a time, but she isn't now. So stop with this arrogant and alpha male bullshit before you get yourself killed." She runs her fingers along his wounded neck, satisfied when he hisses. "How much more do you need to suffer before you realize she does not choose you. Isabeau has chosen The Phantom. I don't know why, hearing the dreadful tales of The Opera Ghost, but she does. So move on before I see you hanging from the raptors with nothing but a rope around your neck."
Dyson is quiet for a long time. He doesn't move or say anything until she opens the door to leave. "How can you be so sure she doesn't love me?"
Evony looks over her shoulder and narrows her eyes at the poor fool. "How can you be sure she does if you never have asked her? She deserves a choice in the matter, Dyson. You can't just assume something like that. Otherwise you are no better than that rapist she killed."
Evony leaves him, hoping her words register with him. He is not a bad man, just stupid and in love. She just hopes The Phantom continues to be patient and wait for Bo and him to clear the air between them. As stupid as Dyson is, Bo deserves to be honest with him. Especially since he has a target on his back.
AN: We are getting close to the end! That you for everyone that have continued on with this story. I hope I'm doing BoLo justice and keeping it entertaining at the same time. Love the reviews and Follows, I appreciate all of them! So thank you! Until next time…
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