The lyrics of the Tamsin's song were always with her.
...Linger on your pale blue eyes
Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything
I've had, but couldn't keep...
...Linger on your pale blue eyes
If I could make the world as pure
And strange as what I see
I'd put you in a mirror
I'd put in front of me...
Bo knew she was being super over-analytical and emo, but she didn't want to stop listening to it. Suddenly, she felt one side of her headphones being lifted.
"Earth to Bo-bot! Earth to Bo-bot!"
Bo batted Kenzi off, offended. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, Bo. It's like you're sleeping with your eyes open and only creepy, sleepy robots do that."
Bo knew that she had no defense against Kenzi. Her best friend could see right through her. It didn't stop her from trying though. "That is such an exaggeration. What's wrong with some chill music time?"
"Bo, you are as glazed over as a day-old doughnut. Hit the shower, wake yourself up, and meet Dyson and me downstairs in an hour."
"For what?"
"I'm about to invent plan C and I need you in prime shape."
Since Tamsin's cronies disappeared along with her, plan B was a bust. Bo knew that Kenzi was right. It was time to re-group.
"Ok, ok." Bo lifted herself up slowly. Noticing her back tension, she realized that maybe she was being a bit stagnant.
"Oh, and could you maybe find some chi, like soonish? The last thing plan C needs is a volcano succu-moment?" Kenzi said, pointedly.
Getting aggravated now, Bo narrowed her eyes at her friend. "I'm not going to erupt and I'm not a robot or a freakin' doughnut. Give me some analogy-free peace for a bit, ok?"
Kenzi put her arm around Bo and leaned in for a nuzzle. "Sure thing, sweet cheeks. I'll lay off the tough love." She released Bo and pushed her out the door. "Go clean up."
The steam rose up around Bo. Wanting relief, she kept rubbing her shoulders, but it made no impression on her tension. She hoped Kenzi's new plan had some merit. Bo hated disappointing Neville and the DA. What a shitty week.
Just when she was starting to feel relaxed, Bo heard the door open. Even with her eyes closed, Bo knew it was Tamsin by the way the air shifted. Tamsin had laid anchor on Bo with an invisible line, taut with an immense energy Bo had never experienced before.
With every each piece of Tamsin's clothing that hit the floor, Bo could feel her nervousness and desire rise. Maybe Kenzi was right about the volcano thing….
A/N: I know the story is a bit slow-moving. I haven't built up much writing stamina. I hope it's still enjoyable. :)