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Chapter 12
Bo
Bo swallowed. Oh. She could still feel Lauren's lips on hers from minutes ago, and all of a sudden, she felt dizzy. From today on, she would learn from Lauren Lewis, the greatest fucking neurosurgeon on the continent – the very same she had fucked literally senseless yesterday, and vice versa. Bo grabbed a random chair and sat down. Out of nowhere, she felt ecstatic and giddy and excited, but also nervous … maybe even scared. What if she couldn't live up to Lauren's expectations? The woman was a fricking genius after all. What if she disappointed her? What if …? "Bo-Bo." Kenzi's voice shook her out of her daydream. "Snap out of it, babe, we have to go." Bo swallowed again, but she nodded, vaguely noticing that she, Sam and her roommate were the only ones left in the room. Taking their hands, she got up, squeezing them reassuringly. "I got this", she said, taking a deep breath. "I got this."
Running down the hallways, Bo briefly wondered whether Lauren had known about this, but then shook her head. She would've warned me. Lauren had told her that Dr Morrigan knew about their relationship, and she'd also told her that the hospital chief was a bit of a jester. It was likely she'd done this on purpose – for her very own entertainment. Evony Morrigan, you wily minx, Bo thought to herself, while the three residents hurried to catch up with their teammates. Neurology was situated on the fourth floor, and they were scheduled to meet up with Lauren in five minutes … Dr Lewis, I have to call her Dr Lewis around here, Bo reminded herself.
A couple of minutes later, they arrived. Bo didn't let the blonde out of her sight, who seemed to be busy sorting through some papers – likely patients' files. But her worry was unfounded. When Lauren looked up, she didn't even flinch at the sight of Bo. Guess the chief did warn her, she concluded, catching a small waggish glint in Lauren's eyes that resembled Dr Morrigan's from earlier.
"Welcome to neuro, doctors", she greeted the assembled residents, who were reverently hanging on her lips. "I'm not a fan of big speeches, so all I'm going to say is this: If I receive your undivided attention, you will have mine. I expect you to ask questions. Fear has no place in a hospital, so never be afraid to ask, even if the question seems silly or repetitive. Always remember that people's lives are in our hands – sometimes literally – so I'd rather have you ask one question too many than make a mistake that could end up killing a patient. Is that understood?" She looked at each and every one of them, her gaze resting on Bo's face a split second longer. Everybody nodded eagerly, and Lauren smiled. "Let's get started then."
Once again, Bo was starstruck – there was no other way to put it. She ate up every word that came out of Lauren's mouth. Right from the start, the blonde more than lived up to her reputation of being an amazing teacher. She was extremely professional and gracefully managed her students like a conductor leading an orchestra. She responded to them, engaged with them and unobtrusively encouraged them to do better.
All of this was so hot that Bo had no clue how she was supposed to contain her raging libido over the course of the coming weeks. Of course, she'd known beforehand that eventually, her team would rotate to neuro, but she thought she'd have more time to prepare. Lauren and her only just committed to being girlfriends, for crying out loud … And why did she have to look so fucking sexy in that lab coat of hers? The thing seemed to be tailor-made and hugged the blonde's delicious curves in a way that made Bo want to rip it off Lauren whenever she was near her. Which she constantly was …
Days passed, and Bo was in agony. She was working killer shifts, while Lauren had to tend to her research projects and some particularly tricky surgeries, so both women had heaps of work to plough through and hadn't been able to meet up at all. They'd been texting a lot, but Bo missed feeling the blonde's skin under her fingertips. What made matters worse was that Lauren was scheduled to leave for her conference tomorrow, and Bo was starting to get scared that she wouldn't see her beforehand to properly say goodbye. So, during a small break, she decided to send her a naughty text. Being this close to her every day without being able to touch her was driving Bo crazy, and she figured it was only fair to share the pain.
Grabbing her phone, she decided to opt for the most direct approach … which was a bit out of context because their most recent texts had been either work-related or rather tame. She started typing. 'If I don't get your pussy in my mouth soon, I'll starve to actual death.' Bo eyed Lauren, who was standing across the room, tablet in hand, forehead creased in concentration. She'd assembled her residents and a couple of experienced nurses to help introduce her students to one of TMC's top notch machines utilised to perform minimally invasive brain surgery.
Bo had a bit of a bad conscience, but she couldn't possibly hold it in any longer. Biting her lip, she hit Send and watched Lauren, anxiously awaiting her reaction. The blonde absentmindedly reached into her pocket to grab her phone. Bo felt her insides tingle with excitement. Looking at the screen, the blonde visibly swallowed before closing her eyes for a second. A hardly-there smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She didn't look up and put her phone away. Bo took a deep breath. The ball was in Lauren's court now, there was nothing the brunette could do but wait.
Lauren
Boy oh boy, the next few weeks were definitely going to be interesting. Before Bo came into her life, it had never been hard for Lauren to stay professional around the hospital, because she was passionate about her work, and she simply hadn't thought of her colleagues as potential sexual partners. But this morning, when Evony had told her about the new rotation plan, the blonde had been caught off guard. She was grateful that the chief had given her the news – what she could've done without was the smug grin that came with it.
Having Bo so close by constantly was challenging, to say the least. On the other hand, it was a joy, too, because the brunette was just as eager to learn as the other residents, and for some reason, teaching suddenly seemed more appealing to Lauren than ever before. Over the last weeks, she'd really enjoyed engaging with her students. Each of them provided unique views and ideas on the various cases presented to them, and the blonde loved picking their brains.
It was late afternoon when Bo's text arrived, and it immediately sent a wave of excitement through Lauren. She had to close her eyes for a second to compose herself, but the images flashing through the blonde's mind – ripping Bo's clothes off her gorgeous form before devouring her delectable breasts – were persistent. Over the last couple of days, Lauren had successfully managed to distract herself with work, but the desire for her girlfriend kept resurfacing, and Bo's message definitely awoke the beast inside the blonde. She really needed to touch her, and Lauren was currently trying to work out how exactly she would make that happen.
After finishing the practice session, she left her flock of students, giving them various tasks to do before returning to her office. She spent a few minutes going over some test results and finally took out her pager to call Bo to her office. As her supervisor, Lauren enjoyed certain perks – one of them being, that she could page her assigned residents for a meeting at any time. On the other hand, she was still a doctor, so to ease her conscience, she decided to also text Bo: 'Just to be clear: That was a booty call. If now's a bad time, it's fine.'
She waited a while, and when nothing happened, she figured Bo really was busy and couldn't reply. Lauren was about to get back to her test results when the door opened. The blonde's head shot up, her eyes meeting her lover's. Bo quickly scanned the room. Registering that all blinds were shut, she closed the door behind her, locking it in the process. Her facial expression showed nothing but raw lust, which made Lauren's head spin into overdrive. Bo's gaze was roaming the blonde's body from head to toe, before she approached her with two long steps, wrapping an arm around Lauren's slim form, crashing her lips into hers and possessively cupping her sex through her jeans. Lauren gasped into Bo's mouth, arousal flooding her centre, her hips grinding into the brunette's hand as if of their own volition.
There was no space for thoughts. Bo's uninhibited need was intoxicating, and Lauren let go of all control, forgetting the space around her, letting the brunette guide her to the sofa, while they kissed greedily and undressed in a frenzy. When they were both naked, they sank into the cushions, panting hard, grabbing each other's arses, kneading breasts, pinching nipples, gasping and groaning. Bo's hands were everywhere, and so were Lauren's. The blonde arched into her lover's touch, squeezing her wonderful breasts and pulling her impossibly closer. "Lauren … Lauren …" Bo repeated the blonde's name between kisses. "God, I want you so badly", she breathed, her voice quivering with desire. "Take me", Lauren replied, grinding her hips into the woman hovering above her.
"Fuck", Bo groaned in a strangled whisper. Without another word, she slid her hand between their bodies, easily pushing three fingers into the blonde's waiting wetness. Lauren's eyes rolled back into her head, and she let herself fall back, growling deeply. Covering her neck in small bites, licks and kisses Bo started thrusting into her, meeting Lauren's hip movements, breathing in sync with her lover. "God, your pussy is so fucking wet …", she moaned into Lauren's ear, biting her earlobe, thrusting into her harder. "Tell me, why, baby."
Impossibly turned on by Bo's words and everything she was doing to her, the blonde once again found herself reminded of the roleplay they shared over the weekend. "Because it needs your big dick, baby … fuck me deep … and hard …", she spurred her on, and Bo groaned, adding another finger. The brunette hadn't even touched Lauren's clit yet, but soon, she felt her insides twitch. "Bo, I'm gonna come …", she whimpered, hardly able to control her voice. "Fuck me … harder, baby … fuck, I need it so badly." Bo mercilessly pounded into her, eyes wide open, watching the squirming woman beneath her, when Lauren's orgasm came crashing through. "Ah … ah … a-!" Her head way up in the clouds, the blonde vaguely remembered where they were and cut off her own scream, uttering a voiceless, raspy breath that lasted long seconds.
She felt Bo pull out two fingers, slowly moving above Lauren's limp form, softly kissing her neck and chest, before starting to carefully circle a nipple with her tongue. With the waves of the last climax barely gone, the blonde felt her body getting ready for another one. "Yesss, keep going", Lauren panted, eagerly lifting her hips to meet Bo's renewed thrusts, holding the brunette close to her chest. "Bite it", she commanded and gasped at the feeling of Bo's teeth against the sensitive flesh of her nipple. Then, her mouth was suddenly gone, and Lauren looked up, holding the other woman's seductive gaze while she was scooting further down, licking and kissing around the blonde's bellybutton ring, all the way to her mound, where she lingered for a while, inhaling deeply.
Making herself comfortable between Lauren's legs, Bo put her arm around one thigh, grabbing it tightly while continuing her slow thrusts. Her tongue darted out, and she started grazing the blonde's outer lips, never letting go of Lauren's gaze. "Don't tease", she warned in a deep voice that made Bo buck her hips into the cushions. Without wasting another second, she dipped into the blonde's soaking folds, eagerly lapping up her juices. "Fuck!", Lauren gasped, grabbing fistfuls of Bo's hair, holding her head in place. "Yessss", she hissed, while her lover's mouth moved up and down her slit, licking, sucking, biting … her fingers relentlessly fucking her deep and hard. When Lauren's second climax was rolling in, there was nothing she could do to stop it. "Bo …", she whimpered. "Baby, I'm c-coming so … hard … oh, my g- aahhh!" The sound was part growl, part quiet cry. Lauren could only hope that nobody had heard her. Holding on to Bo for dear life, she kept grinding until the last wave subsided, and let herself fall back into the cushions.
Bo kept licking around her centre until Lauren's body stopped twitching. "God, I needed this", she purred, nuzzling Lauren's mound. With some effort, the blonde lifted her arms to pull the other woman closer, sinking into a deep kiss. "Fuck, that was good", she breathed against her mouth, greedily kneading Bo's breasts. The brunette hummed approvingly, eyes closed, clearly enjoying the feeling of Lauren's hands on her.
Lauren would've liked to stay like this for a while and bask in the afterglow of her orgasms, but they were at work, and she desperately needed to have her way with Bo before they went back to real life. "Sit on my lap, babe", she said, gently pushing her lover so she could sit up to lean against the backrest. Bo did as asked, straddling her thighs, letting herself sink into the blonde, whose lips immediately locked around her nipple. Softly kneading the other breast, Lauren spread her legs a little more and moved her free hand between their bodies to slip two fingers inside the brunette.
"God, you're so wet", she breathed against Bo's breast, biting the nipple. "Tell me why that is, baby", she added, echoing Bo's prompt from earlier. Squirming and moaning quietly, she leaned into Lauren's touch, hands grasping the blonde's shoulders. Never interrupting her grinding movements, she held the other woman's gaze. "Because I've done nothing but think about fucking you for days", she whispered, digging her nails into her lover's skin, picking up the pace. "And licking your beautiful pussy …" Lauren hummed, fingers moving in and out of Bo's core, while her other hand slid down to rub her centre. "Fuck, yes …", Bo whimpered. Judging by her slowing movements, she was trying to drag this out. Lauren could feel her twitch inside, so she relented to teasing and framing her clit.
They sank into a slow rhythm. "I needed you so badly", Bo whispered, leaning in to kiss her lover. "Your brain is so sexy … just like that lab coat of yours", she added, to which Lauren flashed her a seductive smile, storing away this piece of information for a later date. Bo kept moving up and down, breasts beautifully swaying along. Lauren stuck her tongue out to circle the brunette's nipple. "Lauren …", Bo breathed, closing her eyes, pressing herself into her lover. "Lauren … Lauren … Lauren …" Seemingly lost in her own world, she buried her fingers in the blonde's hair, running her thumbs over her skin. A frown appeared on her forehead, and her body tensed. Gaze full of tenderness, she looked down into Lauren's eyes. The blonde saw the need and moved her fingers to rub her faster. "Yesss." Bo exhaled, her chest heaving.
Grinding against her girlfriend, the brunette slowly built up her own orgasm. She looked deep into Lauren's eyes, fingers softly caressing her face. "You're so beautiful", she whispered against her mouth. "And I'm so in love with you." Bo's gaze was so full of heartfelt honesty that the blonde felt tears well up in her eyes. Bo leaned in to kiss her softly, her grinding becoming more urgent. "Baby, I'm coming", she sighed seconds later. "God, I love you … Lauren … Lauren … I love you." She didn't have to hold back a scream. Her orgasm quietly rolled through her, as if her shuddering body was aware of the tender moment. Breathing heavily against Lauren's mouth, she kissed her again – softly, slowly …
Lauren's heart was bursting with feelings, her head spinning from her girlfriend's words. Her fingers were still inside Bo, who hadn't stopped moving up and down. The brunette broke the kiss and started nibbling along her lover's jaw, while continuously grinding into her. "Lauren …", she repeated, licking her neck and ear. "I'm yours. All of me. Forever." Lost in the presence of her lover, the blonde had long stopped thinking. She relished in the sensation of Bo's body pressed against hers – consisting only of feelings, her mind completely blank. Scary as it had been in the beginning to lose herself in Bo, in her touch and her love – it was now pure heaven.
Their bodies moulded against each other, not an inch of space between them, they moved in unison, Bo grinding, and Lauren carefully grazing her clit. When the brunette's breathing became heavier, Lauren picked up the pace. With Bo's inner walls clenching around her fingers, she sensed the brunette's impending orgasm. Bo searched for her mouth, locking her lips in a deep and passionate kiss, silencing her own cries of pleasure, before letting herself sink into Lauren's embrace. Only for a moment, she sat up to free the blonde's hand and then buried her face in the crook of her neck.
Kissing Bo's shoulder, Lauren breathed in deeply, lazily running her hands over her lover's sweaty back, all the way down to her wonderful behind. She was aching from the joy filling her body. "Bo …", she whispered into her ear. "I'll miss you so much." The brunette lifted her head to face her. "I'll miss you, too. But you'll be back soon." Running her finger along Lauren's nose, she gave her a bedazzling smile, and the blonde felt her heart clench in her chest. "I'll text and call you all the time", Bo assured her. "Until you can't stand me anymore." Frowning, Lauren pushed a stray strand of brown hair from Bo's forehead. "Impossible."
Eyeing the clock above the door, Lauren sighed. "We should get back to work", she said, and Bo nodded. "Just one more kiss", she breathed against her mouth, before locking lips with the blonde while giving her breasts a thorough goodbye treatment. Out of breath, they finally parted, and Bo climbed off her lover's lap to get dressed. "What time's your flight?", she asked, a hopeful undertone in her voice. "My plane leaves at eight", Lauren answered with an apologetic expression. "But I still have to prepare and pack, so I won't even come into work tomorrow." For a split second, she saw disappointment on Bo's face, but it was quickly replaced with an understanding smile that made Lauren's heart ache.
"I'm so sorry", she said, gaze fixated on the ground. Shaking her head, Bo stepped in front of her and put a finger under her chin. "We'll celebrate when you're back, I promise", she assured her. "I'm sure Trick will close the Dal a second time for me, and my friends certainly won't mind another party." Lauren smiled. She believed that Bo was genuinely okay with this … she just wasn't sure if she was.
The rest of the day went by quickly. After saying goodbye to Bo, who had to work a few more hours after Lauren left, the blonde went back to her apartment to pack and go over her conference notes once more. The whole time, she felt restless. She'd never looked forward to the PR part of these events, but she always enjoyed speaking to her audience. This time, however, she didn't feel like being a part of any of it. After pacing back and forth for hours, a restless night with hardly any sleep and some more pacing the next morning, she decided to take action and call Ciara, who always had the best advice for the doctor.
"I just don't want to be apart from her", Lauren confessed to her friend after laying out the situation. "She told me we'd have many more birthdays to celebrate, and I did believe her when she said she was okay with this. I don't even like these stupid conferences … But I already told Warren I'd do it, and I can't let him down …" Ciara held up her hand to stop the blonde's rambling. "You don't owe him anything, Lauren", she said in a determined tone. "I get that you're forever grateful to him for getting your arse in gear after Mike passed, but that doesn't mean you're forever indebted to him, too."
Slumping her shoulders, Lauren grimaced. "But I am, in a way. He pretty much saved my life back then. I might not even be here if it wasn't for him. You know it's true, you were there." Ciara gave her a look that was both stern and understanding. "You're right, I was there and I know. But being grateful and doing things out of guilt are two completely different things, Lauren." She leaned closer to the camera to make her friend look at her. "You've found this amazing woman, who makes you happier than I've ever seen you. It's true that Warren got you back on track when you needed a push, but don't forget that it was you who did all the work. In the end, you're the one who made the change. You're the one who people come to when they're desperate and looking for a miracle, and often enough, you give them what they didn't even dare hope for."
She paused to let her words sink in. Lauren seemed deep in thought. "It's all you, darling", Ciara added. "Let's face it – Warren is the man with the money. Everything else comes from you. And now that you've found Bo, maybe it's time to think about putting yourself first for once." For a while, Lauren didn't say anything. She needed time to process, and Ciara gave her space, passing the time by going through some papers for work. Lauren wasn't mad at her. It was the way they interacted. They didn't see anything wrong with doing something useful while the other was busy thinking. Neither of them was fond of idle silence.
"Are you going to Bo's party tonight?", Lauren finally asked, a little hesitantly. Ciara's face split into a wide grin. "Yes. Dyson thinks it's the perfect opportunity for me to meet his sister, and I agree." Lauren sighed, hanging her head. "Hey", Ciara said in a more serious tone, leaning in closer again. "Look at me, sweetie. Where do you want to be tonight? More than anything in the world?" Lauren closed her eyes, and the first thing her mind's eye showed her was the brunette. "In Bo's arms", she whispered.
Ciara leaned back in her chair and gave her friend a loving smile. "Yes", she said quietly. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to you, sweetie. Not Warren." Lauren knew her friend was right. Nobody would die if she skipped one damn conference. And even though it was true that there were many more birthdays to come, she suddenly saw with staggering clarity, that it didn't matter to her. She wanted … no, needed to be with Bo tonight. Straightening her back, she took a deep breath and gave Ciara a determined look. "I'll see you at the party then." Her friend grinned. "Yes, you will." Lauren smiled back. "Thank you. I needed this."
After saying goodbye, Lauren went straight to the hospital. She didn't want to cancel over the phone – Warren at least deserved an apology in person. She'd given him a promise, after all. On her way to his office, she bumped into Evony. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be on a plane?", she asked, looking at her watch, frowning. "The flight's at eight", Lauren unnecessarily corrected her, shaking her head. "And I'm not going." Smirking mischievously, Evony lifted an eyebrow. "Hm. I wonder why that is." Lauren made an uncoordinated gesture. "Don't joke about this, Evony. I don't even know what to say to him."
The older woman put her hand on Lauren's arm. "It's about time he learns that you're not his to boss around. C'mon, we're doing this together." The blonde didn't even try to protest. She knew very well that when Evony Morrigan set her mind to something, she went through with it. This determination, combined with her good nose for opportunity and a certain talent for reading people had ultimately tipped Warren to make her chief, even though the two didn't always see eye to eye. But she was as stubborn as him, and Lauren assumed that this was the reason they got along so well.
Evony dragged her friend to Warren's office. The door was open, so she entered with a polite knock to announce their presence. The tall man was in the process of pacing back and forth, eyes glued to a chart with figures and scribbles Lauren identified as financial data. He turned around when he noticed the two women, his face splitting into a charming smile. "Ah, two of my favourite ladies. What can I do for you?", he said, his voice booming with something between a hum and a growl. Lauren had to suppress a snort. He really did sound like Smaug. She would never be able to unhear this. Damn it, Bo!
Evony gave him her sweetest smile before turning to Lauren. "Dr Lewis here told me that you're trying to send her off to one of those blasted conferences you very well know she hates … again." Warren frowned and turned serious. "What is this about, Lauren?", he asked, defensively crossing his arms in front of his chest. The blonde sighed, apologetically lifting her shoulders after scowling at Evony, whose smirk had grown even wider. "Warren, I'm sorry, but I can't make the conference." His frown deepened, but before he could say anything, she lifted her hands, stopping his protest. "It's my girlfriend's birthday today, and I … I really need to be with her." Evony lifted an eyebrow at the word 'girlfriend', but she didn't utter a word.
"Your … girlfriend", Warren echoed, the surprise in his voice more than obvious. Lauren's lips formed a small smile, which she saw reflected in Evony's now warm gaze. She took a deep breath. "Yes, my girlfriend. You understand that I want to be with her tonight, don't you?" Warren was gobsmacked, his incredulous gaze shifting between the two women. "And you're telling me this now? On the very day of your departure?", he said. Lauren shrugged. "Yeah." Warren huffed. "No", he said, glowering at her. For a second, the blonde was speechless. "No?", she echoed, shocked at this ridiculous display of authority.
"You heard me", he said in a stern tone, his voice the usual patronisingly calm roll of thunder. "You know very well I can't just send someone else on such short notice, and I already promised you'd be coming. Do you even know what position you're putting me in, Lauren? Besides, your little fling can't be all that serious if you don't even know your so-called girlfriend's birthday now, can it?" She snorted quietly. From one second to the next, she was beyond calm. She knew she probably should've been fuming, but with sudden clarity, she knew what she had to do. With one glare, she stopped Evony's impending protest and then focused back on the man in front of her. She wasn't even mad at him – this behaviour was typical for Warren. But with his words, he'd relieved her of the last bit of bad conscience she might have had left in her.
"My little fling", she repeated with a low chuckle. "Now, listen to me very carefully, Warren", she said, her voice threateningly calm and steady. "First of all, we both know that there's no 'position' to speak of in the first place. You're Warren Ash. All you have to do is snap your fingers to cancel my speaker spot for this conference. For all they know, I could be sick …" He wrung his hands, shooting Evony an imploring look, who crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him an icy glare. Realising that he couldn't expect any support from his chief, he turned back to the blonde. "But Lauren, the reputation of this hospital …"
"… doesn't depend on me missing one fucking conference, Warren", she ended his sentence. Both Evony and him winced at the swear word coming out of the mouth of the usually so composed woman. "Look, you know me well enough to understand that I would never ask something like this of you if it wasn't extremely important to me. In all these years, have I ever let you down?" He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth, but shook his head. "Exactly, I haven't. Because I value our friendship. Do you value our friendship, Warren?" His cool demeanour was faltering. She could almost hear the thoughts rattling in his head. "Of course I do", he grumbled. "Good", she warbled sweetly. "So, do you think that after a decade of me doing whatever you asked of me, you could just this once do one tiny little thing for me? Without needing a reason? And without second-guessing what I deem important?"
His stance crumbled, and his shoulders slumped. He was hanging his head, which made Lauren almost feel sorry for him. Then she remembered what he'd said to her mere minutes ago and took a deep breath, thinking about Bo. "Look, I'm not going. I didn't come here to ask for your permission, I came here to let you know." She stepped to him, tapping his shoulder. "Remember, who you are, Warren Ash. And then think about, who I am. To you and to this hospital."
He gave her the ghost of a grin. "You're right, superstar", he sighed. "I'm sorry. Go, be with your woman."
"Go, be with your woman?", Evony echoed a few minutes later, shaking her head when they were standing in her office. She'd pulled the blonde away from Warren, pushing her suddenly shaking form onto her comfortable couch and shoving a glass containing a generous shot of her best whiskey into her hand, which Lauren downed in one gulp. She didn't even like whiskey, but she'd just done something so out of character that this little detail didn't matter anymore. And the burning sensation in her throat did distract her from what she'd just done and somewhat calmed her nerves. "Have you ever heard him say a line like 'Go, get her'?", the chief asked, still too surprised to even joke about it. "And you! You're an absolute fucking badass, honey!" Lauren cringed, sinking into the backrest, trying hard not to hyperventilate.
"Oh, my god, what did I do?", she said, trying desperately to breathe normally. Evony snapped out of her incredulous haze and sat down next to Lauren. She took the blonde's hand and squeezed tightly. "You stood up for yourself, honey", she said, cupping Lauren's face to look into her eyes. "Warren's used you as his personal doormat for far too long. It's time he learned that you're the one who made this hospital what it is, not him. He's just the guy with the money." Lauren snorted. "Ciara said the exact same thing to me something like an hour ago."
"Always thought she was a smart kid", Evony said wisely, making Lauren laugh. "There, that's better. Now be a good little genius and do what Warren told you to do … Go be with your woman", she added with a smirk. The thought of Bo made Lauren grin from ear to ear. "I actually did it. I'm really going to be with her tonight", she said dreamily, and Evony gave her a warm smile. "Yes, you will. Now get out of here. You have a party to prep for."
After rushing back home, she hopped into the shower, using her vanilla-and-mango-scented shampoo – Bo's favourite – and then stood in front of her wardrobe, pondering over what to wear. She didn't want to overdo it, but she also wanted to look as sexy as possible for her girlfriend's birthday, so she opted for a matching set of purple lace bra and panties, before putting on a pair of elegant black slacks and a sleeveless, deep-cut dark cyan silk top. Looking herself up and down in the mirror, she smiled contently. Her hair was flowing freely over her shoulders, just the way Bo liked it, and she'd dabbed the base of her neck with a hint of her favourite perfume.
Then, she went upstairs to her study to pick out an old edition of The Lancet, one of the most reputable medical science journals in the world. The issue once belonged to her dad, who had been a successful internist at the time. The edition she opted for was from the 1970s, so no new medical insights were to be expected from reading it. But Lauren knew that Bo had a soft spot for old things, and she had a feeling that this was going to be a fitting present for the first birthday they'd spend as a couple. Happy with her decision, she went back downstairs to tie a red ribbon around the delicate paper, before placing it on the lounge table next to a single red rose. She didn't plan to take the fragile magazine with her to the bar – she would give Bo her present when they were back home, in the privacy of the apartment.
Lauren sat down on the lounge sofa to kill time reading a book until she would leave for the party, when her phone buzzed. It was a text from Bo. 'Work done, getting ready for tonight now. You at the airport yet?', it read. The blonde hadn't told her girlfriend the good news. She was planning to surprise her at the party; Ciara was the only guest who knew about it, and she'd sworn her (and consequently, Dyson) to secrecy. Now that she was ready to go and just sitting around, whiling away time, she was slowly getting nervous about meeting Bo's friends. And while the rational part of her brain told her that there was nothing to worry about, her heart kept interrupting. She so desperately wanted to be part of Bo's life that getting along with the people, who had been around long before Lauren, seemed essential.
Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. There was no point in brooding. Besides, she wasn't alone – Ciara was there, and the way she talked about Dyson, he was an easy-going lad who wouldn't give Lauren a hard time. 'Waiting at the gate, missing you already', she typed and hit Send. She didn't want to risk Bo showing up at the airport wanting to surprise Lauren, so pretending that she'd already gone through security seemed like the easiest way to prevent that from happening.
They texted back and forth while Bo was getting ready, and soon, she told Lauren that she was headed for the Dal. The blonde was grateful for the distraction – she wouldn't have been able to concentrate on her book anyway, and it took her mind off her nervousness. Ciara had recently texted her that she and Dyson were on their way, too. This was Lauren's cue. Feeling just a bit bad about the little white lie, she sent Bo a message saying that she was boarding the plane, while she really put on a cardigan and coat before leaving her apartment. The whole way there, her heart was pounding in her chest. She was both giddy and scared out of her mind, so when she arrived, she couldn't enter the bar right away. Instead, she just stood there, hand resting on the doorknob, slowly breathing in and out. She didn't even know why she was this nervous, and while she was pondering, she heard a gasp behind her.
"Doctor Hotpants?!" It was a female voice, and Lauren looked up, puzzled. Standing behind her was a young woman she definitely knew from the hospital. She was part of Bo's team of residents, and right now, her face showed a mix of shock and impending heart attack. "Oh, my god, did I just say that out loud? I just said that out loud, didn't I? Oh … this is bad … Babe? Save me, please?" The woman – Dr Malikov, Lauren remembered – turned to her date, who couldn't quite hold in an amused snort. This, plus the multitude of the young woman's facial expressions was so comedic that Lauren had to laugh, and just like that, all her nervousness was gone.
"Dr Lewis, I assume?", the handsome man on Dr Malikov's side asked with a toothy grin. Lauren nodded, still smiling. "Please excuse my girlfriend's choice of words, she may have had a drink or two before we left the apartment- ow!", he exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder where the petite woman had hit him. "I'm so sorry, Dr Lewis, but I thought you weren't going to be here … I was just so surprised; I swear I didn't mean to call you Hotpants … I mean … Oh, fucking hell!" Kenzi rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky, a grimace of defeat plastered all over her face.
Lauren laughed out loud. "Bo doesn't know I'm here. I wanted to surprise her", she explained with a little wink and made a spontaneous decision. "How about, for tonight, we stick to first names? I'm Lauren." Kenzi was beyond relieved. Clearing her throat, she shook the presented hand, then turned to the man, who, by the looks of it, was immensely enjoying his girlfriend's adversity. "I'm Kenzi. And this is my exceptionally rude boyfriend, Hale Santiago." The man gallantly lifted his hat and took a little bow. "Shall we go in then?" Lauren took a deep breath and gestured for them to lead the way before entering the bar.
Inside, it was unusually quiet for a Friday night, but of course, Bo's gramps had closed the bar for his granddaughter's birthday party, so the assembled crowd of people was comparably small. Lauren spotted a grinning Ciara next to a tall, good-looking guy she identified as Dyson. He followed his girlfriend's gaze and waved when he saw the blonde doctor. A young man Lauren recognised as Dr Leviston was deep in conversation with a tall, blonde woman, who must be Tamsin. The others, Lauren didn't know. She looked around and noticed a small makeshift stage for live music. The instruments were propped up on their stands, waiting to be played, but the band was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Bo, so Lauren hung up her warm clothes by the door and approached Ciara to say hi.
"She's in the kitchen with Trick, getting food and drinks", the woman answered her friend's silent question. "Hi, I'm Dyson", the man by her side introduced himself, his face lighting up in a bright smile that probably reflected Lauren's when she was standing next to Bo, the blonde mused. She took his hand, reciprocating his grin. She had a feeling she'd like the brawny detective, whose nose and mouth really did remind Lauren of a wolf – a big, cuddly one that probably wouldn't hurt a fly … unless of course, said fly was out to harm his sister or Ciara. Lauren was glad that her friend hat met this man, who seemed to be both brave and kind.
She was about to ask him about his first encounter with her oldest friend, when a noise behind her back caused her to pause – the clattering sound of a food platter being put down on the bar counter, followed by a soft gasp. She turned around.
Lauren/Bo
"Lauren …", Bo breathed, covering her mouth in surprise. Her eyes were swimming with tears. Stepping closer, the blonde smiled. "Surprise …", she said quietly, running her fingertips over her girlfriend's cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're here", Bo whimpered happily. "You came … but how?" Lauren wiped a tear from her face. "I realised that being with you on your birthday was infinitely more important than a stupid conference."
Bo's face showed pure bliss, her gaze shrouded by a veil of unshed tears. She didn't know what to do with the overwhelming feeling of happiness surging through her body, so she opted for the easy way out. Closing her eyes, she leaned in to kiss the blonde, noticing neither the tears trickling down her face nor the world around her. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was and let herself get lost in the sensation of Lauren's soft lips and tongue against her own.
"Geez, you'd think she hasn't seen her in a month." Tamsin's voice wafted into Bo's ears, ripping her from the haze. Smiling against Lauren's lips, she broke the kiss and faced the tall blonde, carefully eyeing the crowd. Most of her guests seemed to not even have noticed her little Lauren-induced blackout – it was likely that Tamsin had saved the day before the situation would've got awkward, so Bo gave her a grateful smile, before turning to Lauren to introduce the two.
Sam joined them, giving Bo an excited hug, before clearing his throat and reaching out his hand towards Lauren. "Dr Lewis, it's so nice to see you here." Suppressing a chuckle at his official tone, the blonde took the offered hand to shake it. "Dr Leviston. Likewise. But let's stick to first names for tonight, alright? I'm Lauren." She winked at him. "Sam", he replied with a dreamy smile, his hand still resting in the blonde's. Bo snorted at his obvious reverence, which earned her a friendly slap against the shoulder. "Oh, you're one to talk", he said, glaring at her. Bo shrugged, nodding in agreement. This time, Lauren didn't hold back and laughed.
"Time to get this party started!", Tamsin chimed in with a friendly wink in Bo's direction, grabbing Sam's hand to drag him away from the recently reunited couple. "Right. Food!", Bo said, heading back to the kitchen, motioning for Lauren to follow her. The door was barely closed when the brunette attacked her girlfriend's lips once again, engaging her in a greedy kiss while running her fingers up and down her sides and back. "Lauren …", she breathed against her mouth. "You're here … I can't believe you're really here." The blonde brushed her lips against Bo's, drinking in her blissful smile. "I'm really here", she repeated, and Bo wrapped her in a tight hug, burying her face in the crook of her neck, deeply breathing in her scent. "You smell so good. And you look … amazing", she purred, peeking down her girlfriend's cleavage, licking her lips.
Lauren lifted an eyebrow, giving the brunette's bosom a meaningful stare. Bo was wearing one of her sexy tight leather pants and her favourite knee-high boots, combined with a deep-cut grey camo-pattern tank top and a tight leather jacket, both of which perfectly put her divine breasts on display for Lauren to ogle. "Mmh", the blonde hummed, running her fingers along Bo's satiny skin, when a rumbling noise startled her.
"Oh, hi there!" The voice originated from somewhere behind Lauren, so the blonde turned. Bo's grandfather had come up from the basement, a box with an assortment of bottles cradled in his arms. "Gramps!", Bo exclaimed, excitedly grabbing her girlfriend's hand. "This is Lauren. Lauren, this is my gramps, Fitzpatrick McCorrigan." The man reached out his hand, which the blonde took. "Mr McCorrigan …", she began, but he shook his head, chuckling. "Oh, please don't … Everyone calls me Trick." Lauren was relieved. This man was the closest to a father Bo had, after all, and if she was honest with herself, she'd been afraid of "meeting the parents". But Trick's kind eyes and soft, deep voice immediately evoked a positive feeling inside her. Together, the three carried the rest of the food and drinks outside, placing everything on the counter, before Bo officially opened the party.
Soon, the band started playing a pleasant mix suitable for most tastes. Lauren enjoyed herself immensely, eating, drinking and chatting, stealing Bo away from her guests every now and then for a dance. She honestly couldn't remember having this much fun at a party before. Whenever Bo was busy playing the hostess, the blonde spent her time milling about. She talked to Kenzi, who was pleasantly surprised when she heard that she wasn't the only one to go through a rough phase in her youth; she patiently answered all of the job-related questions Sam fired at her; she interviewed Trick about the adventurous time when he'd raised Bo all by himself; and she spoke to Tamsin, whose rough exterior was mostly a façade she saved for the bad guys she hunted in her job, Lauren realised after a while. She was in the middle of listening to Ciara and Dyson's story of their first encounter, when she felt Bo's arms wrap around her from behind.
It was almost midnight, and most guests had left – even Kenzi and Hale were gone, because the young woman had to work early tomorrow. After carrying the empty food platters and bottles into the back and wiping the counter, Bo talked to Trick, who assured her that she'd done enough and that his people would take care of the rest in the morning. Giving her a warm birthday hug, he said goodnight and went upstairs to go to bed. "Hey there", Bo said, snuggling close, kissing Lauren's shoulder. "Can I steal her away from you guys?", she asked Dyson and Ciara. "The band is about to pack up for tonight, but they said they'd do one more song for a last dance." The other couple nodded and joined them on the dancefloor.
The four of them were the only ones left, but Bo wouldn't have noticed anyone but Lauren, even if they'd been dancing in a club filled with a thousand people. The first tunes of Kiss from a Rose in their ears, the two women sank into a tight embrace, slowly moving to the music and the pleasantly soft voice of the singer.
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me …
Before long, Lauren was humming the tune without noticing, enthralled by the sensation of Bo's body pressed against hers. Nose buried in her silky brown hair, she inhaled her scent, filling her every vein with the essence that was Bo – only feeling, not thinking.
Baby, to me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
Lauren had started to sing along, and Bo felt like she was floating. Never in her life had she heard a melody as sweet as the one now flowing through her. Undaring to disturb the blonde, she kept moving, listening to her voice alone, completely blocking out the band. Running her hands up and down Lauren's back, her face showing a blissful frown, she let herself get lost in the magnificent sound, never even noticing the two single tears that left her eyes. Bo was in a trance – mind blank, her body and limbs moving of their own account. She consisted of nothing but Lauren – her scent, the feeling of her skin … and her unfathomably beautiful voice. The sensations rushing through her were so intense that Bo kept forgetting to breathe, her body running on autopilot, gulping down a lungful of air every few seconds.
When the music stopped, Bo vaguely registered the singer saying a quiet goodbye to the small crowd left on the dancefloor. She didn't notice the rustling sounds of the band unplugging their instruments before leaving the two remaining couples alone. Bo was lost in a trance, dancing along to silence, eventually lifting her head to face the woman she loved beyond all reason, grazing her lips against Lauren's before letting herself sink into the woman, engaging her in a deep kiss.
They broke apart, the complete calmness of the room only disturbed by the humming noise of the fridges Trick kept right next to the counter. The sound of a softly closing door woke Bo from her half-conscious state. Looking around, she noticed that she and Lauren were alone. The door sound must've been Dyson and Ciara leaving. A note was resting on the bar counter, probably heralding their quiet goodbye. Bo looked deep into Lauren's eyes.
The blonde ran her fingertips along Bo's cheeks, following the trails of wetness her tears had left behind. "Lauren …? Would you …?", Bo started, then hesitated. Lauren gave her a questioning nod, encouraging her to go on. "Sing for me. Please?", she said, her voice no more than a whisper. It was only then that Lauren noticed she must've been singing along earlier. Was that why Bo had cried? Suddenly bashful, she lowered her head, but the brunette immediately sought her gaze. "Please, baby", Bo repeated. "Your voice is so beautiful. Just this once … tonight?" Lauren looked up. She could see nothing but sincerity in Bo's eyes. "Okay", she replied.
She didn't even have to think twice about the song – just one look at her girlfriend was enough. Letting go of Bo, she stepped onto the stage, reaching for the microphone, while Bo grabbed one of the barstools to sit down. Lauren took a deep focusing breath and closed her eyes. Then, she started singing … slowly … the sounds of imagined instruments filling her up, her mind drifting off into memories.
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies
Images of her parents dancing in the living room of their house popped into Lauren's head, her dad quietly singing into her mum's ear, the unique voice of Roberta Flack filling the air, accompanied by the distinct crackling sounds of their old record player. The image was peaceful, reminding her of the best days of her life … Or did it? Was it not true that right here, right now, she was happier than she'd ever been before? She's the best thing that's ever happened to you. Ciara's words came back to her, followed by Evony's. I haven't seen you this giddy in years …
And the first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
God, how I love kissing her … touching her… watching her smile. Each moment with Bo felt like the earth was moving underneath her feet … like she couldn't control herself. And like losing control was a good thing. She remembered Bo's soft touch when they made love. She remembered her loving embrace that made her feel safe like no one else's. She remembered whispered words, filling her up with a warmth previously unknown. And then, something inside her stirred … waking up. Coming back to life.
And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time, my love
My love … my love … My love. She opened her eyes and saw Bo. She was crying, her eyes so full of amazement and love that Lauren's heart ached. It was aching with joy. With bliss. With love. It was right then, that she realised … she finally understood that it was pure, unobstructed love she felt when she held Bo, when she kissed her, when she touched her, and when they made love. Made love … Out of nowhere, the phrase gained a whole new meaning. The ache, the joy, the bliss … all of it combined … was love. She'd loved Bo from the second they'd met. She couldn't have known then, how would she? But she knew now. Without the shadow of a doubt, she knew that she loved Bo with everything she was.
The revelation left her speechless. Like in a trance, she put the microphone away, her legs moving on autopilot, carrying her to her love. Holding Bo's gaze, she needlessly wiped away a tear, which was immediately replaced by another, and swallowed. It was as if she was seeing Bo for the first time – how she was meant to be seen by her. It was only now that she truly knew what Bo felt every time she told her those three little words. She finally understood their meaning, because she finally knew that they had, in fact, been hers all along. That whenever she'd talked to Bo, they were what she'd always wanted to say. So, at last, she did. "I love you." A whisper.
Bo didn't know what was happening to her. An overwhelming flood of sensations was rushing through her body, enveloping her, threatening to drown her in her very own self. Lauren's singing had been so beautiful … her voice so clear and soft, caressing Bo's soul, making her heart yearn with a force unknown. The melody coming from the blonde's mouth had touched Bo in her very core, so the tears had started falling freely, and there had been nothing she could've done about it. But now … What had just happened? She wasn't sure. It was too good to be true – too overpowering to process. The intense, all-encompassing emotional experience of hearing Lauren sing had stunned her. She searched the blonde's gaze for any sign of misunderstanding and swallowed. "W-what did you say?", she stuttered.
Lauren cupped Bo's face with both hands, caressing her cheek with her thumbs and looking deep into her eyes, before replying. "I am completely, utterly, hopelessly and head over heels in love with you." A small, quiet cry was all Bo managed, before she enveloped Lauren in her arms and legs, pressing her lips against the blonde's, devotedly tasting her, feeling her, drinking her in. "You love me …", she whimpered in between kisses, and Lauren repeated: "I love you … so much … so very much." It took Bo a long time before she was able to loosen her embrace and let go of her girlfriend. The array of emotions crashing down on her in a matter of minutes had been overwhelming.
After switching off the lights and closing the bar, she spent the whole way home reliving the unique memories that were now engraved in her mind for all eternity. Lauren Lewis, this wonderful, beautiful creature, had told Bo that she loved her. The information itself wasn't new – Bo had sensed for a while how the blonde felt about her. But the fact that she now knew made the bliss nearly unbearable. She couldn't take her eyes off the blonde, staring at her, utterly fascinated like she was reliving their very first encounter. Fingers entwined, they arrived at Lauren's apartment, got rid of their coats and headed straight for the bedroom.
The blonde had told Bo that her present was waiting for her on the lounge table, but she decided she wanted to wait with unwrapping it until the morning. For tonight, the only thing she wanted to unwrap was Lauren. They took their sweet time undressing each other. "You look gorgeous", Bo sighed, running her hands all over the blonde's back, arms and sides while she kissed her over and over again. "So sexy …" Sliding her fingers down Lauren's chest, she stared at her delicious cleavage. "You really don't show them off enough, you know", she said with a seductive glance. "Are you saying you want others to look at my boobs?", Lauren countered with a low chuckle. "Mmh, actually, I do", Bo hummed. "Because I'm the one who gets to touch them."
She moved her hands to cup the soft mounds through the fabric of Lauren's top and bra, closing her eyes to revel in the sensation. "God, they feel amazing", she breathed. "So soft … so beautiful …" Bending down, she pressed her face into Lauren's skin, pushing her breasts against her cheeks. The blonde's breathing sped up, and Bo decided she needed to feel more skin. Kissing her way up Lauren's chest and neck, she slipped her hands underneath the silky fabric, lifting it up over her head. "Mmh", Bo growled, staring at what she'd uncovered. "God, you're perfect", she whispered, more to herself than to her girlfriend. She didn't expect an answer or even a reaction from her, she just had to speak this simple truth out loud every now and then … that to her, Lauren Lewis was perfect. "I love you", she added breathlessly.
"I love you", Lauren echoed, causing a surge of unadulterated happiness rush through her lover. Catching her lips in a slow kiss, Bo unclasped the blonde's bra, sliding it off her shoulders to let it fall to the floor, before unzipping her pants and luxuriously squeezing her arse.
Breaking the kiss to step out of her pants, Lauren kept her eyes locked on Bo's, observing her flushed face and chest. She wanted to make love to this incredible woman, and she wanted it to last. Letting her gaze wander all over her body, she ran her fingertips over Bo's naked shoulders and arms, lightly tracing her collarbones and down the valley between her breasts. "You're so beautiful", she said and slid her hands underneath the brunette's top to rid her of it. Bo's breasts were divine … resting in the delicate fabric of a beautiful dark red lace bra, patiently waiting for Lauren to worship them as they deserved to be worshipped. She took off the garment, dropping it to the floor, and unbuttoned her pants.
When both women were left with only their panties, Lauren pressed her breasts against Bo's, melding into her for a heated, urgent kiss. Hands roaming each other's bodies, squeezing, caressing, kneading, they continued kissing for minutes until both of them were out of breath. Lauren's hands were resting on the brunette's breasts, when she took the initiative, kissing her way down her neck and chest, taking a nipple in her mouth. Bo gasped at the feeling, pressing her lover's face against her, willing her to suck harder. Lauren understood. Circling Bo's sensitive flesh, she lightly bit down before taking her in completely.
Overwhelmed with sensations, Bo moaned loudly, placing her hand on Lauren's, urging her on to squeeze her other breast. She was intently watching the blonde, gaze fixated on her mouth and lips and tongue greedily working their magic. Bo felt her sex twitch, even though Lauren hadn't even gone near it yet. "You feel so good …", she half moaned, half cried, burying her fingers in the blonde's tresses. "Lauren …" Her heart felt like it was about to burst with joy. "God, Lauren …"
The blonde continued her treatment for minutes, alternating between breasts, biting and suckling the skin between them. Soon, Bo's knees were growing weak, so Lauren made quick work of both their panties before gently pushing her woman onto the bed. Admiring her shaking form, she licked her lips. "Sit up and spread your legs", she husked, quickly joining Bo on the mattress. Facing her, she placed her behind between Bo's thighs, close enough that their pussies were brushing against one another. Embracing, entwining, roaming, they started moving in unison, getting each other worked up, but not reaching enough friction to climax.
They spent an eternity like this, touching, caressing and discovering every square centimetre of skin, while their tongues performed a beautiful, slow dance. Time stood still for them, or maybe it sped up. They were far too enthralled with each other to care.
When Lauren started running her fingertips down over Bo's belly, the brunette's breath hitched. "Yesss", she whimpered, desperate for contact, leaning back slightly to give her better access. Resting on one hand, she wantonly lifted her midsection, seeking Lauren's touch, while her other hand was greedily cupping the blonde's breast. She needed her release, and Lauren wouldn't let her wait. Slipping two fingers in between her soaking folds, she groaned deeply. "Oh, god …", Bo growled, the feeling making her head spin.
She leaned forward again, crashing their lips together, moaning into Lauren, who was slowly rubbing her centre. "Baby … that feels so good", she whimpered. "So … good …" There was no way to make this last much longer. Holding onto Lauren's shoulders, she ground into her hand over and over again until an intense orgasm sent her senses into overkill. As soon as she felt the familiar pull in her stomach, she opened her eyes, searching for Lauren's. "Baby, I'm gonna come", she cried quietly. "So … hard … Oh god, tell me … please", she begged, echoing the request Lauren had uttered time and time again. Relentlessly rubbing her lover's clit, Lauren held her gaze. "I love you, Bo", she said, her voice trembling. "I love you", the brunette whimpered. "I love you", Lauren repeated, when Bo came. "Lauren … Lauren … oh, god, I love you so much … Lauren … LAUREN!"
The aftershocks left her shaking, but her girlfriend held her, blissfully listening to her post-orgasmic chanting. "My love … my love … Lauren …" The blonde ran her lips along her shoulders and neck, all the way to her jaw until she reached her mouth. They kissed, ardently, breathlessly, and Lauren got lost in the feeling, never noticing Bo's wandering fingers, reaching down, down, arriving at her centre. "Ah!", she gasped into her lover's mouth when she felt the bolt of lightning between her legs.
Immediately, she began to move against Bo, who was observing her as if caught in a trance. Leaning back, she positioned both arms behind her, resting her weight on them to lift herself up, meeting each of Bo's languid strokes. The brunette's view was mesmerising. Lauren's head was thrown back, her luscious mane falling behind her shoulders like a curtain. Her lean stomach was exposed, taut abs and bulging triceps showing, displaying a stunning contrast to the incredible softness of her gently swaying breasts. "Fuck, you're so sexy", Bo breathed, moving two fingers down Lauren's slit, teasing her entrance. "God, yes", the blonde groaned, grinding against the other woman's hand, willing her to go further.
Spreading her legs and bending her knees, Lauren shifted her position to straddle Bo's thighs, before wrapping an arm around the brunette's shoulders and using the other to balance herself, holding on to her leg. "Fuck me", she breathed against her girlfriend's mouth. Bo moaned deeply, turned on out of her head. "Yesss", she hissed in reply, easily sliding two fingers inside. "Oh, fuck!", Lauren cried out, eagerly riding her woman, her gaze forever locked onto Bo's. Her pussy was wide open, so the brunette didn't wait to quickly let a third and fourth finger follow. "God, yes", Lauren whimpered, helplessly grinding against her lover, who was rubbing her clit with each thrust.
Mere seconds later, her orgasm hit her like a shockwave. Her whole body was shaking, the quake between her legs erupting like a raging volcano. Unable to utter any coherent words, she screamed with pleasure, while Bo ceaselessly pounded into her, adding her other hand to put more pressure on her throbbing centre until the waves subsided. But Lauren didn't stop moving, so neither did Bo. "Fuck … so good, baby …", she moaned, relishing in the heavenly feeling of her girlfriend's fingertips, framing her slick clit, moving up and down and circling the hard bud, while slowly fucking her.
The second climax wasn't far, but this time, Lauren wasn't rendered as helpless as before. Glorying in every second of delicious build-up, she controlled her movements against Bo, until after a few minutes of basking, she decided it was time. "Faster", she commanded, her voice hoarse from the earlier screaming. Bo picked up the pace, thrusting harder and rubbing the very tip of Lauren's clit. "Yesss", the blonde breathed. "Give it to me good …"
Bo moaned, closely observing her girlfriend, when suddenly, she felt her body tense. "Yes … yesyesyes", Lauren whimpered. "Bo … Bo … oh god, don't stop … I'm coming … so hard … aaaahhh, yessss …" Exhaling in a long growl, Lauren was overwhelmed by the intensity of her release. Rapidly moving up and down, she rode Bo's fingers hard, breasts swaying along right in front of the brunette's face. Bo couldn't resist – she darted out her tongue, licking the strained bud each time it passed, finally taking it into her mouth to gently suck on it when Lauren's body relaxed. "Mmh", she hummed, pressing herself against the brunette, who carefully pulled out of her to softly massage the other breast.
Settling back down, Lauren let her nipple slide out of Bo's mouth to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She cupped her face, trying to take in each and every feature. "I love you, Bo", she said, her lips brushing against her forehead. "I love you, Lauren", Bo replied with a smile that made the blonde's insides melt. "You're so beautiful …" Lauren kissed her eyebrows. "… wonderful …" She kissed her nose. "… perfect." She licked her lips, and Bo caught her tongue. Wrapping her in a tight embrace, she kissed her slowly and deeply, breathing heavily into her mouth.
"Lay back", Lauren husked, before scooting backwards to position herself between her girlfriend's legs. Covering Bo's body with her own, she rested her forearms on either side of her lover's shoulders, continuing their kiss, until both of them were panting. Bo ground her centre into Lauren's midsection. "What do you need, baby?", the blonde purred, meeting her every movement. "Lick me … I need your tongue on my pussy." Lauren groaned. "Mmh, yes." First things first though. Grinding against Bo, she left a trail of wet kisses down her chest, stopping at her breasts to squeeze both of them, taking a nipple into her mouth. Judging by the noises Bo was making, she didn't mind her little stopover, so she spent some time basking in the silky softness.
After pressing her face between them one last time, she moved further down, brushing a nipple along Bo's centre, earning her a strangled gasp. "Oh, god … please, no teasing", Bo begged, desperately lifting her hip, willing Lauren to give her what she wanted. The blonde was only too happy to comply. Wrapping her arms around Bo's thighs, she inhaled deeply before flattening her tongue to lick the entire length of her girlfriend's slit. "Fuuuuck", Bo cried, bucking into Lauren's mouth. "You taste so good", the blonde growled and dove into her, closing her lips around her centre, sucking her into her mouth like a starving woman.
But it wasn't enough. Shifting her weight onto one arm, she moved the other to dip a finger into Bo's core, carefully teasing … probing. "God, yes … fuck me", Bo cried, and with a loud groan that vibrated against the brunette's pussy, Lauren thrust two fingers deep into her soaking entrance. "Aahhhyesss!", Bo screamed. "More … I need more." Another digit, and then another followed, pounding into her with reckless abandon.
Bo was completely at Lauren's mercy. Her quickly moving tongue felt out-of-this-world good, and just a couple of minutes later, she felt her release roll in. Shaking all over, she forced herself to look into the beautiful light brown eyes of the love of her life; the overpowering feeling of the incoming climax, combined with utter disbelief how she, Bo McCorrigan, ever deserved this unbearable amount of happiness, made her come, sending her over the edge towards one of the most intense and overwhelming orgasms she'd ever experienced. Screaming her bliss out into the world for long seconds, she relished in her girlfriend's incredibly soft tongue and vigorously moving fingers, until her body relaxed, and she sank back into the mattress.
Pulling out her hand, Lauren kept on licking Bo's outer lips and entrance, slurping up the last drops of wetness, before placing a kiss on her mound. "Mmh", she purred contently. Bo giggled. "I think that's my line", she said, still a little out of breath, and tugged at her shoulders. "C'mere. I need kisses." Lauren inhaled another lungful of Bo's intoxicating scent and then, with a sigh, let herself sink into the brunette, breasts pressing against breasts, lips against lips.
They lay like this for minutes, kissing, nuzzling and caressing, exchanging whispered I love yous. Now that she knew how to, Lauren couldn't stop saying the three magic words that had eluded her for so long. The feeling was elating. Loving Bo made her so happy; it was mind-boggling, how her usually so controlled self was dealing with this new situation. She was still in the process of finding the balance between control and letting go, but that was okay. As long as Bo was there with her, they'd manage together. Eventually settling down next to her girlfriend, Lauren buried her face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and grazing the underside of a breast with her fingertips, while Bo was drawing lazy circles on her arm and back.
She yawned, and Lauren followed suit. They'd left the Dal at around one o'clock, and now it was past two. "I should sleep", Bo said, placing a kiss on the blonde's forehead. In the assumption that Lauren was going to be away for her conference, she hadn't taken tomorrow off, but as she'd been planning the party for a while, she'd been smart enough to ask for a late shift. Even so, she had a workday ahead of her, so after getting ready for the night, they cuddled up in a ball of limbs and drifted off to a restful sleep.
Well, what can I say … After teasing you guys for so long, I sincerely hope I lived up to your expectations with this chapter. I'd love to hear your feedback. Much love to all of you!