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A couple weeks flew by without a second interaction with the Magina, however instead of being comforting, it just made most of us that much more uneasy even though Dyson, Hale, Lauren, and I scouted out the place Lauren saw when the Magina were leaving after our initial fight. However, when we got to the abandoned warehouse, we found remnants of them being there, but the Magina were nowhere to be found. Dyson kept an undercover patrol on the area and for a few days Trick had either Dyson or Hale follow Lauren around when I wasn't present, but eventually we all had to get back to our life routines – especially Lauren. Lauren was set to graduate a year early, but still had an honor's thesis to complete – not to mention an upcoming interview for the UCSD College of Medicine, and of course, regular classes.
I had barely seen Lauren in the past week as she prepared for her interview and was now in a time-sensitive portion of her research, however, I was planning to pry her away from her work for a long weekend before her interview next Monday. I took the entire weekend off of the bar so I could spent my Thursday night with her. I could tell she was fretting about the interview, but I honestly didn't know what she was so nervous about. I knew she would be one of younger applicants, but from what she told me, she was in the 99th percentile on every section of her MCAT, she had several letters of recommendation, and her research was innovative and ground-breaking as she had identified something in some cellular process that had not been discovered before. She had been to the career prep center on campus and they believed she was going to pass her interview with flying colors. However, I knew she was mainly nervous because she decided to do something called "early decision" which I think gave her a better shot at getting into the school, but she was not able to apply to other schools. I guess everything had pros and cons.
I had been planning to go away this weekend – the weekend before her interview – so it would just be the two of us, getting some fresh air and getting her mind off of it. I knew she was already going to get in, but she needed a breather. Sometimes Lauren took herself too seriously and I often made it my task to loosen her up a bit. When I did manage to get her out of her head, Lauren would really let her hair down and just have fun. I noticed in the past month that when she had those brief respites, she would go back to work and back to school and be that much more productive. She was driven and motivated and brilliant, but even the hardest of workers need to take a few minutes and have a few shots of tequila. However due to the Magina threat, I couldn't exactly take her upstate as I wanted, so I settled for something local. I rented a small bungalow on a nice, secluded part of the beach. I knew it was weird to rent a place on the beach even though I only lived 15 minutes away from dipping my toes in the ocean, but it was more the principle. I wanted Lauren to have a chance to relax. No work, no school, no bar, no typical/normal duties… just the two of us.
While she finished up her day in the lab, I had spent the day buying groceries for the small one-bedroom house, and getting all of my things and her things together so she wouldn't even have to think of it. I even grabbed her laptop and her prep materials for the interview – even though I wouldn't let her know about it unless she was getting absolutely restless (which could totally happen). This weekend would be solely about Lauren and making Lauren relax before one of the most important days of her career.
"Hello beautiful," I smiled as Lauren excited the dark building and walking onto the sidewalk, the outside lamps illuminating her angelic face as she came into my view.
She looked exhausted, but beamed up at me the moment she heard my voice. I grabbed her hand to tug her towards me before cupping her cheek and kissing her sweetly, savoring the taste of her mouth for just a moment. When the kiss broke, my eyes fluttered open and I noticed the culprit of the extra weight I felt when I pulled her towards me – the woman had a bookbag on her back almost larger than she was. I lifted the bag off her shoulders and guided her arms out of the straps.
"Bo, that's really…" she trailed off.
"Heavy? I know. But you're tired. You've had a long day. I got it," I responded, situating the bag on my own shoulders.
Even in the small things Lauren was geeky – her backpack was one of those ergonomically correct bags with the pads and shock absorber shoulder straps, completely unlike my own. I had a black Jansport, $30 at Target. Lauren must have paid at least $100 for this huge ass bag. Who knew what all she stored in it. My guess was possibly more books and supplies than a single person ever needed in a week, let alone a day.
I guided her to the Camero – I had parked in a loading zone and just hoped no one had towed the Beast. Luckily, I found it exactly how I left it almost 30 minutes ago. I set her bag down in the back and then proceeded to open her door for her.
"You're being rather chivalrous today," Lauren commented.
"I just want you to relax and not worry about a thing," I explained.
I hopped over my door and sat in the seat at an angle so I could face the beautiful blonde.
"So, I just realized that I'm not really sure if you like surprises or not, but as of right now, you really don't have a choice."
Lauren's expression shifted to bewilderment with a slight sliver of concern. "Bo…?"
"It's nothing bad, I promise. You're just not going home. Neither am I…We're going somewhere…together."
"Bo… I appreciate the…. But I have…"
"I know," I comforted, placing my hands atop hers assuringly. "You have your big interview coming up which is exactly why I am doing this. But, because I don't want you to know where we are going…" I grabbed a black scarf out of my back pocket. "You must put this on."
Lauren looked at me and then looked at the scarf and back up at me.
"I promise its nothing Kinky…yet."
Lauren chuckled. I got on my knees and leaned over towards her so I could wrap the scarf around her eyes and tied it behind her head.
"Comfortable?"
"The blindfold? Yes. Being blindfolded? No."
"I promise, it'll be worth it. Just relax and enjoy the ride.'
The ride was a little longer than it took to get to her place or mine. Once we got on Mission Boulevard, there was a lot of stop and go traffic – especially since it was dusk. I never really enjoyed driving on Mission boulevard in the evening because even despite my amazing reflexes, there was always that one or two dumbasses that decided to pull their bicycle out onto the roadway from in-between two parked cars. Like, it's called a crosswalk, people. There are many of them – use them.
We finally arrived at the parking space that we were assigned- about a half a block away from the actual house. I got out of the car, picked up Lauren's bookbag, and walked over to her side of the car.
"Can I take this thing off now?" she asked, halfway pulling it off.
"No!" I yelled, moving my hands to put the fabric back over her eyes.
"Bo, I feel ridiculous…"
"It's perfect. Almost there. We just have to walk a bit"
"Walk? Bo, I'm blinded."
"I know. Do you trust me?"
"With my life," she relented.
"I won't let you fall or trip or walk into anything, I promise."
She sighed, understanding that I was going to win this round and took my hand, cautiously stepping where I guided her to.
"Okay, just step up," I directed after our short walk to the house. The back patio was literally on the beach, meaning you could see the ocean from the front step. "What can you tell about where we are from all your other senses?" I asked.
"I smell salt water, though we do live in San Diego – everywhere I go I smell salt water. The wind is chilly…"
"Okay, but what do you hear?"
"Hmmm. I hear the ocean… like really really close. Why do I hear the ocean so well? We're not on sand…"
I took her blindfold off and she blinked her eyes several times to adjust.
"Because we have a little home together on the beach for the next few days. No work, no school. No lab. I already brought you everything you will need – including interview materials if you absolutely have to look at them. But your sole job this weekend is to relax and you told me that since you've been here, you've not really been to the beach aside from La Jolla. Well, it's kinda cold considering its November, but my guess is, it'll do," I explained.
Lauren looked up at me with those soft brown eyes and smiled widely. "You did this for me?"
"Oh just wait. There's more."
I opened the front door and ushered her inside. The house was actually rather large for the space it occupied complete with a full kitchen, a living room and fireplace, and one bedroom. The bathroom had a huge tub and the patio outside even had a hot-tub. The walls were warm-colored, very inviting and the décor matched perfectly – soft browns were interrupted with light blues and greens, the perfect décor for a house on the beach. When I had come to the house earlier, I made sure to put all of the clothes away, and place candles in each room. I had wine, tequila, triple sec and margarita mix chilling in the fridge. I wanted everything to be perfect.
"I already went grocery shopping. I plan on being your chef this weekend except for when we go out, if you want to go out. Otherwise, I have a huge stack of movies and games. I got you a wet suit in case you wanted to go out in the ocean, it's cold, so I don't recommend just your bathing suit. However, I do recommend that or less for the hot tub outside," I teased pulling her into my arms.
"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" Lauren commented, pushing my hair back behind my shoulders.
"I just want it to be perfect for you. You deserve it, Lauren," I emphasized, running the tips of my fingers in the loose strands of hair falling in front of her face, pushing them back behind her ear.
I cupped her cheek with my hand and kissed her lips tenderly for just a brief moment before moving to take her jacket and hanging it up in the closet. I then shrugged mine off and hung it up beside hers. My heart engaged in a small happy dance seeing the two jackets side by side. I loved knowing that I had Lauren here, playing house, for four days. There was really nothing else in the world I would rather be doing.
I had thought ahead and had previously ordered Thai food to be delivered at exactly 7:30. The knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. After we had finished our dinner and watching the documentary that Lauren chose on the television, I cleaned up the plates and put the leftovers in the fridge.
"So what do you think about a massage?" I asked, walking over to the blonde, hooking my fingers into the band of her jeans. "Like a real massage. Help you to relax and you'll sleep better tonight…" I encouraged.
"Bo, you've done so much already…"
"This is weekend O' Lauren. It's all about you, beautiful."
She smiled at me, not really being able to fight my persistiveness. "Okay, where do you want me?" she giggled.
"Mmmm, I can name a few places," I teased kissing her neck playfully. "But for this, I'll just have you lay on the bed. But this…" I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, raising it over her head easily, "Needs to go. As well as…" I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. "And…" I brought my hands to the front of her jeans, unbuttoning them and working them off of her hips. "There," I concluded, holding the nearly naked blonde in my arms for just a moment, kissing her jawline. I walked her to the bed and guided her to lay down on her stomach before unzipping my boots, taking each one off, and easing the leather pants off my hips. I grabbed a pair of my
shorts and slid them on – as much as I would have loved to get completely naked, I wanted this to be about a different type of pleasure. In order to keep that line, for now, I needed to eliminate the temptation – and laying or sitting or being anywhere near Lauren with my center completely exposed was definite temptation.
I grabbed the cocoa butter lotion before climbing onto the bed, straddling her ass. After pouring a generous amount of the cool lotion into my hands and warming it up, I began working the liquid into Laurens' cream-colored skin. I began working my thumbs into the muscles of the back of her neck, listening intently to the small moans escaping her lips while also paying close attention to texture changes within her muscles. I descended her spine, my respective thumbs kneading the muscles on either side first before moving in small circles to her shoulders and the muscles lining her shoulder blades. I was all of a sudden very thankful for the 3-week fling I had over the early part of the summer with a girl from the Phillipines. She taught me everything she knew about massage therapy and pressure points. Well, not so much taught as she loved to massage me and I learned from what she was doing. I could only hope Lauren would enjoy the little that I learned and the sounds fleeing her lips were encouraging.
"You are so tight," I commented, working out a particularly large knot in the back of her shoulder. "I didn't think Fae muscles could knot up so easily…"
"I guess those Fae aren't trying to get into medical school," Lauren mumbled in between exhales.
"You know it's going to be okay. You're going to get in – you're the smartest person that I know," I encouraged.
"I hope the faculty are as certain as you a… owww," she cried.
"Sorry," I apologized finding the center point of the knot.
I continued working her muscles, finding various pressure points along her spine, shoulder blades and hips. I took my time working each knot out, feeling bad for the immediate pain it caused, but knowing it would be completely worth it in the end. Just passed the second hour, I had Lauren flip onto her back and I put her head on my lap so I could massage her face and scalp. She looked so relaxed – I beamed on the inside, this was exactly what I was going for.
"Feel good?"
"You never have to stop," she smiled, my hands working through her hair, rubbing the sensitive parts of her scalp, down her ears, across her hairline and back up.
After I finished working her scalp, I still felt the desire to run my fingers through her hair as she continued to relax and take it all in.
"How about a shower before bed?" I suggested.
"Mmm, sounds good. Lotion is a little sticky," she replied, sitting up slowly.
"I'll go run the water, meet me in there?"
The blonde nodded.
I quickly kissed her lips before standing up and making my way to the bathroom. The shower was probably my favorite thing in the house. It had a rain shower head angling straight down and a regular shower head on either side. It was my own personal heaven.
Lauren entered the room and I wrapped my arms around her waist protectively, holding her securely to me. "You are so beautiful," I admitted.
She blushed, but only for a moment, before capturing my lips with hers, her hands raising up to cup my cheek. We stood there for several moments kissing and enjoy the innocent caresses before I reached down and grabbed my own shirt, yanking it over my head. She trailed her fingers down my neck and collar bone until she reached the soft skin of my breasts. Moving her hands to my back, she unclasped my bra before divesting me of the material and then moved her fingers south to work my shorts off of my hips. I shivered from her touch. As a succubus, it didn't take much to turn me on however being with Lauren, it took even less. Fire ignited the trail her fingers left, my skin burning beneath her touch. I made quick work of her bikini underwear before guiding her into the shower.
The water was warm against my skin, my hair instantly matting against my neck and shoulders. Lauren pulled me close to her – her blonde hair darkening under the intense hydration. She covered my lips with hers, our mouths moving in tandem. She opened her mouth slightly and I plunged my tongue into her, quickly engaging in a heated battle with her own strong muscle. She roughly pushed me against the cool tile of the walls. I tangled my hands into her hair, securing her lips to mine. We rocked into our kiss, nipples rubbing against each other, thighs falling in between each other, enabling our rocking to cause friction at our respective centers.
Our breath became heavy…labored as our make out session intensified. I grabbed her ass forcefully, causing her core to rub flush against my thigh. I drew a small amount of chi from her in between battles of domaniance of our tongues. She broke the exchange and moved her lips to my pulse point, sucking on the tender flesh vigorously. I moaned loudly before grabbing her chin and kissing her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth briefly and extracting some chi out of her. She responded in kind, drawing chi from me as her hands moved and settled on my large breasts, paliming at the nipples initially and then beginning to pinch and tug at each of them with her thumb and forefinger. I arched in response, pushing my breasts into her more.
I pushed away from tile and backed her up against the other wall – my hands finding her luscious, breasts immediately, my fingers toying with her nipples as she cried out in pleasure. I tore my lips way from hers, planting firm, purposed kisses along her jawline, neck, pulse point, collarbone… until I bent down, forcing her hands to stop their ministrations and taking a pointed nipple into my mouth. Lauren's hands tangled into my hair roughly, securing my mouth to her breast. I reached behind her, and grabbed the back of her thighs tightly before using my strength to lift her up onto my hips, giving me better access to her amazing breasts and other coveted places. With no more then a second passing, I snaked one hand between us and entered her forcefully with three fingers – she cried out, digging her fingertips into my shoulders as her head fell back onto the tile.
The water turned cold, but I didn't care and watching Lauren's face contort in a mix of pleasure and pain, she didn't care either. I used my leverage to guide her form up and down, my fingers nearly extracting from her completely before reaching so very deep into her. The blonde's skin flushed as I worked her from the inside out, my thumb moving through her slick folds and trapping her engorged nub under the pad before rolling it in circles. Lauren cried out, loudly, her back hit the tile with each thrust and the sound of her wet skin hitting the wall only served to spur me on.
"Come for me," I commanded against her lips. I kissed her hard and felt her walls tighten around my forcefully moving fingers. I pulled my lips away just barely and I drew her chi as she orgasmed, her juices running down my fingers and onto my wrist.
Her body went limp and I let her down off my my hips but still held her up. She was conscious, but definitely wasn't stable on her feet. I pushed her wet hair away from her face and stroked the soft skin of her cheek, intermittently planting loving kissing on her forehead and temple. Within moments, Lauren acquired a new-found energy and pulsed me intensely, her hands planted firmly on either side of my ribs. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I arched into at the sensation. She straighted her stance and forcefully reversed our positions, my back hitting the tile with a thud. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head before latching her lips to mine, biting hard at my bottom lip before running her tongue over the bruising flesh.
When she pulled back, I felt her gaze burning into me, so I opened my eyes to look at the blonde. I was right. She was staring right through…no…into me. Lauren was looking at me like no one had ever looked at me before. The passion was raw and tangible, but there was something else too. She smiled as she let go of my wrists and brought her hand to my face, the tips of her fingers trailing along my jaw line. I could tell she wanted to say something as her eyes searched mine, there was just something in the look she was giving me that told me something was on her mind.
"Lauren, what is it sweetie?" I asked, pushing her soaked hair back with the palm of my hands.
She smiled nervously and looked to the ground for a brief moment before gaining her resolve and locking her eyes with mine.
"I love you, Bo McCorrigan."
The words hit me straight in the chest and made every nerve in my body tingle. "I love you, too," I said assuringly.
She grabbed my face and crashed our lips together heatedly, our bodies rocking in time with one another.
The water decided to turn really cold, like almost ice. Lauren leaned her body back and shut off the nozzle, leaving us naked wet, and standing in a non-running shower. Neither of us cared. She recoiled and palmed my breasts, playing with the nipples, toying with them exactly how she knew I liked. Before I knew what was happening, Lauren dropped to her knees and bent one of my legs to rest on her shoulder. She firmly planted her mouth against my sex, her tongue parting my folds and exploring the wet flesh. She rolled her tongue against my clit; I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the wall as my hips bucked against her.
She quickly entered me and moved her fingers in and out of my core very slowly, keeping time with her long slow licks up around my throbbing nub. I rode her fingers, my hips moving in time with her very slow and gentle thrusts. She knew exactly what she was doing and worse – she knew that I knew exactly what she was doing. She was tormenting me. She was making every nerve sensitive, but not permitting me to have enough sensation for my body to work itself up to climax. It was excruciating.
"Lauren…" I breathed.
"Hmm?" her voice vibrated into my sex, causing a jolt of sensation.
I gasped.
"Please…"
I could feel her smile.
"You don't like?" she teased, resuming her slow movements.
I growled and tried to move away from the wall (to flip this whole damn thing around), but she placed her left hand on my stomach and pinned me to the tile, her strength and adrenaline outweighing my frustration.
She began to pump inside of me a little faster.
"Is that how you want it?" she asked, removing her mouth from my clit and replacing her tongue with her thumb.
I inhaled sharply. "God…"
She started thrusting inside of me even faster, harder… She stood up and hooked my leg over her hip, her fingers working in and out of me in hard, forceful thrusts.
"How about now?" she breathed against my lips before taking my bottom lip between hers and biting down on it gently.
All I could do was nod, my body flushing from the sensation. Sweat, not shower water, starting to form on my brow. I gripped Lauren's bare shoulders, my nails digging into her flesh. I heard her hiss, but the moment the sound left her lips, she started slamming her fingers into my core, her thumb circling my clit furiously. She covered my lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into my mouth before drawing a little chi. That was it, my climax hit me in multiple ways and I grabbed the back of Lauren's head forcefully, drawing chi from her as the waves hit me again and again, blinding lights flashing behind my eyelids. My body stiffened just before my legs gave out, causing Lauren and I to slide to the shower floor.
Lauren's fingers were forced out of my from the fall, but she quickly held me to her, my body noticeably shaking from the intense organsm.
"I love you" she whispered, her hot breath landing on my cheek.
I looked up at her, my body slowly regaining strength. I smiled widely at the beautiful blonde – her hair starting to dry. I almost felt bad – her locks were almost surely knotted. "I love you," I confided, gazing into her eyes.
I started to stand up – Lauren helping me regain my balance on my own two feet.
"Thank you."
"What for?" I asked.
"This is one of the few times you've fully fed on me without me basically forcing you to."
"I still don't know how you're not drained," I admitted.
"Being around a succubus, I have a little succubus in me now. It helps me keep up," she smiled before turning around and turning the water back on, the warm liquid quickly showing our bodies, resoaking our hair.
It was the perfect ending to a really good day. We didn't typically get many of these, but as planned, Lauren was relaxed and I was apparently doing my duty perfectly. We finished actually showering before curling up into the queen size bed. I was very thankful that Lauren told me she loved me – finally. I had been falling in love with her from the moment I saw her, I just didn't want to tell her 'too soon'. The fact was, this blonde to-be-doctor…was my everything. She was the reason I got up in the morning. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. She made me feel like the idea of soul-mates actually existed – corny as the thought was. I never felt that way with Dyson. Lauren woke something inside of me up - and nothing could ever compare.
