"First thing: bridesmaid's dress."
Lauren sat lazily on the couch, hoping that Bo could exit the bathroom soon and come for her rescue. Actually, she was more interested in having a quick snack before having more mind-blowing sex sessions with her girlfriend.
But Kenzi seemed to be interested in spending the rest of the night planning the wedding, since she had taken a notepad and a bottle of wine with her when she left the kitchen.
She sat on the small table nearby, just in front of Lauren, patting the notepad with a pen in a slightly impatient manner.
"Hotpants? Are you still with us?" she asked waving a hand in front of the blonde's face. Lauren blinked and looked at her, finally leaving her trance like state.
"Pardon?"
The petite woman rolled her eyes. "Bo is really deleterious for your poor neurons, Hotpants. I was telling you about the most important thing of your wedding!"
Lauren tilted her head. "Our marriage vows?"
Kenzi hit her with the notepad, eliciting a whine from the doctor. "My dress! The bridesmaid? Hello?"
"You know," suddenly Tamsin intervened as she sat on the other couch, wiping her face with a cloth in hope to clean herself after the spaghetti massacre, "if we want to start with serious things, let's talk about food. I know that mini quiche are fancy and elegant and everything you want. But if you really want to serve finger food at your wedding, Doc, be sure to have tons of them. You don't want to see your bridesmaid running out of food, believe me."
Lauren massaged her temples and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. "Girls, I think I should talk with Bo about this first. I mean...maybe she wants a sober ceremony."
Both Tamsin and Kenzi bursted into laughter. "Sober? With us? Good luck with that, Lo."
Lauren tried her best to show her best annoying look, but truth was, she was looking forward to planing the wedding, such as her crazy friends. She giggled and clapped her hands.
"I want my Dr. Who panties for my something blue!"
Kenzi raised her hand, silently calling for a high-five, who was eagerly returned by Lauren.
"That's the spirit, Lollipop. So," she started to scribble on the notepad, "for the ceremony I would opt for a pugs parade presided by Meph, who will take the rings. I will train him."
"Quit drinking, Kenz." Tamsin murmured before standing up and stretching her arms.
"I guess I'll leave you to your business. The woman I share my bed with will probably need a soul to drain."
She kissed both women and made her way to the door, yawning loudly.
"Congrats, Doc! Bye Bo!"
Bo emerged from the bathroom wearing a more comfortable robe. Judging by the lustful look she gave Lauren, she was more than ready to get back to bed.
"Baby?" she asked, almost purring, "what are you doing there?"
"Oh, silly, silly Bride Number Two. We are planning the most beautiful day of your life! Now move your ass over here and sit." Kenzi said lovingly before Lauren could say anything.
The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Why am I Bride Number Two?"
Kenzi rolled her eyes and glared at her with an evil look. "Because you still didn't get your cute lil ass over here!"
Bo snorted and walked into the living room, sinking in the warm embrace of her fiancé. What a beautiful word: fiancé. Bo could feel her heart filling with life every time she thought about it.
Lauren's arms gently wrapped around Bo from behind as she rested fully on the blondes body. God, Lauren smelled good. Two fingers snapped in front of Bo's nose, making her jump as Kenzi captured her attention.
"BoBo, can your brain keep working despite Hotpant's hands on your boobs?"
Lauren gave her an indignant look. "My hands are not on..."
"Yeah- yeah- I bet they've been there an hour ago and they'll certainly be there in a minute if you guys don't stop that."
She pointed to Bo's hips, now slightly grinding against Lauren's lap. Both women parted, their faces fully reddened.
"Come on giiiirls! I want a huge party, with fireworks, flying llamas and hot waiters!"
"Kenz, nothing like this is going to happen." Bo stated, suddenly dry. For some reason, in spite of the glowing happiness surrounding her, something seemed to bother the brunette.
And for Lauren it wasn't difficult to imagine what it was. She took her lover's hand silently and sat up, ignoring Kenzi's finger hitting furiously on the notepad in a non-reassuring way.
"Kenzi, why don't we continue this tomorrow?" Lauren asked, giving her a knowing look.
"But we didn't even start!"
Lauren smiled, patting her head and dragged a very grumpy Bo with her.
"Even better!" she yelled before closing the door of the bedroom behind her back.
She rested her forehead on the wooden door, hearing the muffled noises of Kenzi slowly weaken as the petite woman rummaged in the fridge and eventually disappeared in her room with food and booze.
When she turned around Bo was sitting lazily on the mattress, sitting with her back to Lauren. Even tough Lauren couldn't see her, she knew that something was wrong. Bo was suddenly rigid, the blonde could say, judging by the flexed muscles of her lover. In the meanwhile she had discarded the robe.
Lauren climbed on the mattress and hugged Bo from behind, giving her time to relax again in her embrace. The brunette, although it was clear that she was lost in thought, smiled and rested her hands on Lauren's.
With her index finger she traced the shape of the ring. She turned her head and gave Lauren a tender kiss.
"I love this ring." she murmured, shifting her weight so that she could lay near Lauren.
The blonde imitated her movements, and soon both of them were tangled in a warm and very intimate embrace.
"Bo, what's wrong?" Lauren asked.
Of course she already knew why Bo's mind was racing so fast, but she wanted to give her girlfriend some space. Knowing her, Bo wasn't much of a talker when her parents were the subject in a conversation.
"I don't want a fancy ceremony." Bo muttered fast.
"We don't have to, Bo."
The brunette gave her a weak smile and tried to kiss her. Her hands, now traveling along Lauren's toned stomach suggested that Bo was trying to start a new marathon of sex. But Lauren gently cupped her face and reluctantly parted from Bo.
"You know that sex won't help you avoiding this conversation, right?"
Bo sighed and rolled on her back. "A girl can't hope?"
Lauren laughed at how adorable her girlfriend was in that moment. She hugged her tightly and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Your parents?"
Bo tried to clear her throat, but the sound that came from her mouth was raspy and deep. "Yes."
"Are you going to invite them?" Lauren asked. What a stupid question, she thought for a moment.
Bo had stopped talking to them fifteen years ago.
"I don't know. I guess I'm not. But it sucks! I mean...A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, you know?"
Lauren giggled. "I'm glad you think about it that way."
Bo smiled and placed a soft kiss on her head. "Look, I don't want to be sad that day. And I don't want you to be sad for me. I have my grandpa, Kenzi,-Tamsin...! And your parents are so kind, I love them."
"And they love you, Bo." Lauren said, caressing her hand in a reassuring way.
"The only regret that I have is that my parents will never know how happy I am with you. And they will never get to know the wonderful woman who makes my life incredible."
The blonde raised her head and looked at her. They melted into a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity.
Lauren slowly moved away. "You really know how to talk to a girl." she laughed trying to regain control of her breath.
Bo climbed on top of her, kissing her neck while a hand made its way tentatively down to Lauren's core.
The blonde hissed and met her thrusts, not able to resist the radiant heat she felt in between her legs anymore.
"Everything...Everything will be fi- fine sweety. I- I promise." she panted in between moans.
Bo shushed her with a breathtaking kiss. "I know...I know...We will talk about it tomorrow...now let me show you how much I love you."
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A month had passed, and the preparations for the wedding were going just fine. Bo was surprised of Kenzi's organizational skills. After a week of supplications and more or less veiled menaces coming from the petite woman -she had threatened Bo of sending a whole team of professional strippers to Lauren's bachelorette party- Bo had surrendered. She had given Kenzi carte blanche to arrange everything needed for their big day, with the only demand that her best friend wouldn't turn her wedding into a freak show.
But Bo had to think again: Kenzi had revealed to be the best wedding planner of the world. They would use Trick's country house as location and the ceremony would be elegant and simple.
Bo was still sad about the fact that her parents wouldn't be there to see their daughter getting married, but it gave her consolation to know that her grandpa would accompany her to the altar.
'Not all things are supposed to be bad, after all.' she thought as she lifted a case of beer on her shoulder and walked into the backroom. It was a lazy afternoon, a perfect time to reorder the warehouse.
The sound of the opening door echoed in the empty saloon, capturing Bo's attention.
She exited the backroom, still focused on the mental list of things to buy. But when she recognized the two figures who were now standing in front of her, everything went blank.
The man was slightly taller than her, a short and tidy beard to frame a harsh and yet shy face. He was an elegant and almost regal man. Bo could recognize those deep eyes everywhere.
The other person was a woman. Unlike the man, who had more white hair from the last image that Bo had taken of him when she was eighteen, the woman seemed as if she hadn't aged a day since they last met. She was fierce and beautiful, with long dark hair and a voluptuous body, hidden in what looked like very expensive clothes.
Bo's jaw tightened as she looked at her parents standing just mere feet in front of her.
Why were they there?
"Hello, Bo."
Bo didn't know what to do. In that moment every word she had ever wanted to say to them, every feeling of anger, resentment, desperation died on her lips as she let out a simple and strangled: "Hi."
Her mother, Aife, gave her a shy smile, clearly trying to hold back tears. Looking at her, Bo couldn't recognize the arrogant, selfish woman who had left her alone in the most dramatic moment of her life. That moment when she had turned eighteen and her father had expressed his happiness about the news of his daughter leaving the house.
But now her father didn't seem so tall and imposing, almost aggressive. It was clear that time had passed for both of them, but there was something else in their eyes.
Regret? Maybe.
Pain? Surely!
Bo took a deep breath to calm herself. But established that the breathing-thing wasn't working. She rushed to the sink, filling a huge glass with fresh water.
She raised a trembling finger in their direction while taking long sips of water. As she placed the now empty glass on the counter, she took a deep, last breath before talking.
"What are you doing here?"
Aife looked at his husband with a sheepishly look, leaving the task to explain everything to him.
"We- uh... This is really difficult." He murmured before letting go of a single tear. He sighed and looked around, smiling bitterly as his eyes scanned the beautiful features of the bar.
"You did a good job with the pub. Your grandpa was right."
"What are you doing here?" Bo repeated, clenching her teeth.
"Your grandpa called us two days ago."
'Dammit, Trick!'
"He said that you...that you are...engaged?"
Bo raised her chin and nodded. "This is not a joke, you can remove the question mark." Bo said dryly. If her father was here to make fun of her, he was wrong. They were both so wrong.
"No, Bo. I don't think that this is a joke. Not anymore." he almost whispered.
Aife caressed his shoulder for a moment before finding the courage to talk.
"Your father and I think that losing you has been the worst thing that could have ever happened to our lives."
Bo crossed her arms and snorted. "You didn't lose me. You told me to go away with my 'immoral' lifestyle. That's what you did."
Bo's father looked down. "I guess that we don't deserve your forgiveness. And you're right. The worst thing is, I didn't get it sooner. I wish I wasn't so stupid to lose my daughter just because I don't feel comfortable with...that."
"The thing you are calling 'that' dad, is still love. No matter if it's directed at a man or woman. I am not an immoral person. Just because I love a woman, doesn't mean that I don't want a family. Or that the family I raise with her would be less a family than yours has been. On the contrary I'm sure it would be better than yours could have ever been."
Aife took his hand and both of them made their way to the exit. They were stopped by Bo's voice.
"If you want to fix things between us, start from here. You don't have to force yourself in feeling comfortable with the word lesbian. But please, at least respect my choice."
Her father turned around and looked at her with remorse. "I'm sorry."
Aife tightened her grip on her husband's hand, crying silently. "We are sorry."
Bo sighed. She was still mad at them. God knows how much she wanted to tell them how much she had suffered because of all of this.
But what good would come from that now. She looked at them with pleading eyes.
"Do you like chicken?"
Aife looked puzzled. "Yes...?"
"Come to dinner." she almost ordered, trying not to flinch.
But her eyebrow was trembling dangerously, a sign that she was on the edge of tears.
"Please?" she added, not caring anymore about hiding her emotions.
Aife smiled brightly and nodded, followed by her husband who seemed to nearly faint.
"See you at eight?" Bo asked tentatively.
"See you at eight." her father stated, smiling reassuringly and sincerely for the first time in fifteen years.
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A.N.
Hello guys! I'm sorry for the long delay, but life called. I'm really happy that so many people are appreciating this story. Please, review :) Your reviews keep me inspired and help me a lot. Thanks to your critics and advices I managed to improve my skills a little bit :)
I'm a little sad since this story, my first one, is coming to end. But I already have another one on my to-do list :)
And don't worry for those who will miss Meph, because I decided to write an all one-shot ff (Doccubus of course) from his point of view. So if you have requests or ideas about that, please feel free to write to me in pm, I will considerate all of them :)
Also, lately I started to draw some fan arts. You can see them on my Twitter to chiara_dam, and if you want you can ask me for drawings of Lost Girls series or anything else. I'll make them for you! Thank you again, I'll try to update asap for the last two chapters.
Thank again to my beta for helping me (and she helps me A LOT) :p