Hey guys! Fair warning, this chapter contains a little bit of drama and some angst connected to it. That being said, this story remains mostly fluff, so no cliffhangers nor any major unresolved stuff. And one more thing: I know a lot of you won't be happy to hear this, but "Undone" is slowly but surely coming to an end. It's been almost a year since I uploaded the first chapters, and I feel it's time. But fret not, there are still a couple more chapters coming up, AND I'm already working on a few other stories, which are all Doccubus. For now though, I hope you enjoy this one! Love you all!
Chapter 17
Christmas came and went, and so did New Year's, and before they knew it, the evening of the award gala had arrived. It was a Sunday in early January, and Bo was currently waiting for Lauren to appear on stage to accept her award. A few minutes ago, a guy dressed in a dapper smoking had approached the blonde to politely ask her to please accompany him backstage to prep her big entrance. Thinking about her girlfriend's achievement, Bo's chest swelled with pride, and she beamed at Charlie and Keith, whom, with a little help from Warren, Lauren had managed to land invites for, even though the rest of the crowd consisted almost solely of medical professionals. Keith shot Bo a wide grin, and Charlie looked like she was about to burst into tears of joy. She'd been over the moon when Lauren had given her the good news, but had been close to passing out when she'd told her that she was allowed to attend the actual gala.
In short, things were amazing, and Bo couldn't wait to hear Lauren's speech. The blonde had practiced it in front of her girlfriend a million times, so Bo knew it by heart, but she knew that hearing it sitting in the audience together with hundreds of doctors, some of who were fricking living legends, would be a whole new experience. She'd promised Kenzi and Sam to take a "bazillion" pictures – Kenzi's word, not hers – and she had her phone ready to go.
As Lauren was one of the laureates, she'd received a schedule in advance, indicating which award category was planned at what time. Checking it for the hundredth time tonight, Bo found herself reassured that the blonde would be up right after the next one. Currently, the stage was occupied by a man announcing the winner of the category "Outstanding Research Work in the Field of Biological and Health Science" – not Lauren's, so Bo only listened with one ear, her mind wandering back to the last couple of weeks.
Christmas at the blonde's childhood home had been lovely. They'd met up with Dyson and Ciara one more time for a long and relaxed walk through the snowy countryside and returned to Toronto the day after Boxing Day to have one more day to themselves before going back to the hospital to keep Lauren's promise to Evony and work the ER all through New Year's.
Bo smiled to herself, remembering that night. It had begun relatively calm – the calm before the storm, as it would later turn out. But up until the great fireworks started, the ER was completely empty. It was like a miracle, so Dr Michaels had allowed whoever so desired to go outside and have a look at the beautiful display in the sky.
Bo had held Lauren, pressing herself against her back and resting her head on the blonde's shoulder, admiring the view. The air was saturated with the smell of firecrackers, but Bo's nose was nestled in the crook of her girlfriend's neck, so she was able to catch her scent. The moment had been perfect. They'd just stood there for minutes, watching the fireworks with the others, and nobody had spoken a word. Until, of course, the first of a sheer unending stream of ambulances came in hot with screeching tires, and all hell broke loose. But even though the influx of injured never let up and the entire ER team was on their feet way into New Year's Day morning, everything went smoothly.
From her time as a nurse, Bo knew only too well, how carelessly people acted around this time of year, and that night had been no different. She saw some gruesome things … third- and fourth degree burns, eye injuries, fricking stab wounds – the list was endless. The worst, however, was a young fellow, whose cockiness had led him to a dare with his pals, trying to figure out who would chicken out last letting go of a firecracker of the illegal variety. One split-second of impulsiveness had lost him his hand, and had Bo not acted as quickly and cool-headed as she did, blood loss alone would've probably cost him his arm or even his life.
Not that she'd felt the need to lecture him on it. Over the years, she'd found that people coming in for injuries on New Year's didn't need further education on that matter. Nobody enjoyed spending a party night gone wrong in the ER, but on that specific one, patients were surrounded by ample proof that explosives and alcohol didn't mix well, and the combination of ER smells and sounds was enough to teach most of them a lesson for life.
When the young man had been rushed in, his hand – or what was left of it – had been a complete mess of flesh and bones. It had been pure coincidence that Bo was the doctor, who saw him first, but her part in saving him wasn't. In an instant, she'd assessed the situation and juggled various different tasks at the same time, including calming down his shocked friends, taking care of his pain to stop the screaming, and paging Dr Michaels. The experienced ER chief had rushed to Bo's side as soon as her current patient was stable enough to be left alone, and she'd been beyond pleased with the brunette's prep work. So pleased, in fact, that she'd given her the lead on the subsequent surgery. The whole time, she'd been present in the OR, supervising and providing support just in case, but Bo hadn't needed much consulting at all, and when it was done, the usually so cool Dr Michaels had not only praised the blushing brunette in front of the entire assembled team, but also suggested that Bo consider specialising in the aesthetics field. She'd sworn she'd never seen stitches crafted this elegantly by a first-year resident and had called her a natural.
Shifting in her chair, Bo looked down to suppress a grin, when she remembered that moment. Not only Dr Michaels had been enthusiastic about her performance. While her peers were still busy congratulating her on the successful surgery, Lauren had given her a stare so intense that Bo's body had tingled all over, already picturing in her head the promise those seductive eyes held. Right after their shift, they'd returned to Lauren's place and … well, pretty much passed out from exhaustion. But as soon as they'd slept most of it off some hours later, the blonde had thoroughly devoured her girlfriend, showing her just how impressed she was with her medical performance. Bo swallowed and closed her eyes at the memory of the flood of dirty talk Lauren had unleashed on her the moment they'd both returned to consciousness.
"You rocked that OR last night, Dr McCorrigan", she purred into her ear, while her fingers slowly pumped in and out, leaving Bo breathless. "It made me so hot, baby. I wanted to take you right there in front of everyone …" Bo moaned, pressing herself into her girlfriend's moving hand, trying to gain some friction. But Lauren carefully avoided her clit, wanting to tease her thoroughly before granting her release. "I wanted to rip off those scrubs only you can make look sexy and throw you on a bed to fuck you … deep … and hard." She pushed her fingers all the way in and coaxed another low growl from the brunette. "Fuck, yes", Bo whimpered. "Fuck me, baby …" But instead of re-entering her with another thrust, Lauren gave her a meaningful grin and got up.
Bo was left squirming and twitching, but she didn't mind, because she knew exactly what the blonde was planning. She knew that look her girlfriend had given her all too well, and she shuddered at the mere thought of what was coming. Lauren stepped to a drawer compartment hidden in the large wardrobe, where they kept their toys, and held up three different-size dildos for Bo to choose from. "The middle one", she decided in a low voice, and the blonde dropped the other two, attaching the selected long, thin one – Bo's favourite – to the harness she'd already put on. Lauren sauntered back to the bed, slowly stroking the fake cock up and down, and Bo spread her legs wide, licking her lips, eyes fixated on the toy and the blonde's hand. "How do you want me, baby?", Lauren purred and climbed on the bed.
"Fuck my mouth first", Bo commanded, and the blonde let out a low growl. Straddling her girlfriend's shoulders, she bent down and watched mesmerised as Bo's hot lips wrapped around the tip and let her slide in. Lauren gasped, and immediately, Bo felt her arousal drip down on her chest. Letting go of the dick for only a second, she said: "Keep talking to me, baby." Then, she grabbed the shaft with one hand, grabbed her arse with the other and took her back in.
"God, yes, suck me, baby", Lauren whimpered, meeting each one of Bo's languid strokes with a thrust of her own. "Your mouth feels so good … so wet … so warm." Holding on to the headboard, she bent down further to grant the brunette a better angle. "I'm so hard for you … constantly. My dick yearns for your hot mouth and pussy all the time." Bo closed her eyes and let out a deep groan, while her movements picked up speed. She took the toy almost all the way in and let it slide back out. Suddenly, she couldn't wait any longer. Lauren's urgent thrusts and sexy sounds were too much. She needed to hear her woman come. Now.
Never stopping the movements of her mouth, she adjusted the slightly awkward position of her hands and entered Lauren with two fingers while letting go of the shaft to graze her clit. "Aaahh, fuck, yessss!", Lauren growled. Her gaze was fixated on Bo's mouth, which was steadily moving up and down the cock that by now had become Lauren's own. Her hypnotised stare told Bo everything she needed to know, when she felt the first twitches of her girlfriend's impending release. "God, you feel so good", she whined, her body starting to tremble. "Can you feel me pulsing? I'm gonna come so hard in your mouth …" Bo upped the speed once more, eagerly sucking the toy, fucking and rubbing her while holding Lauren's gaze.
Suddenly, the blonde let out a strangled breath. "Bo …", she whimpered. "Bo, I'm coming … in your mouth … god, you're so fucking hot … suck me … take me in … Bo … Bo … oh gooooood!" Lauren's thrusts had become shaky and frantic, but in all the frenzy, she never went in too deep, as to not hurt her girlfriend. Bo kept rubbing, sucking and fucking her as long as her orgasm lasted and finally let her fingers slide out when Lauren slumped over the headboard. "Fuck, that was amazing", she panted, her hips still moving with the last tremors surging through her body. Bo let the fake dick slide out of her mouth and grinned at her girlfriend, who gave her a wicked smile. "That was not how I intended this to go down", she said.
"Show me what you had in mind then", Bo countered with a seductive half-lidded gaze. In a flash, Lauren moved down and positioned herself between the brunette's wide-open legs. "Lift your hips", she commanded, and Bo complied, watching as the blonde lodged a pillow underneath her butt. Then, she took the shaft in her hand and once again stroked it up and down, teasing the tip with her fingers. Bo's midsection moved up, as if of its own account, like it was trying to get what it wanted. Lauren's grin widened, and she pressed the toy downwards, pushing it between the brunette's lower lips to open her up. Both women moaned at the touch. "Fuck, you're soaking", Lauren breathed, teasing her girlfriend with the tip. Bo's eyes rolled back into her head, as she moved against the blonde, seeking more contact.
But Lauren wasn't quite there yet. Placing the dick on Bo's belly, she bent down to suck a nipple into her mouth and gently squeeze the other breast. The brunette let out a groan and greedily arched her back, surrendering to her girlfriend's touch. Lauren circled and licked the hard nub. Her tongue felt heavenly, as it moved from one breast to the other. Bo was squirming, repeatedly lifting her hips, and Lauren smiled against her heated skin. "You want my dick, hm?", she teased, coaxing a desperate whimper from the brunette. "You want to feel my rock-hard, throbbing cock inside your hot, wet pussy?" Bo let out a long, drawn-out moan and grabbed Lauren's arse, trying to guide her to where she needed her most.
At last, her girlfriend showed mercy. Letting go of her breasts, she propped herself up on one arm and used her knees as leverage to angle her hips in order to direct the toy with the other hand. "I'm gonna fuck you so good", she purred, earning herself another deep growl. She grabbed the shaft and dipped the tip between her lover's folds, moving it up and down a few times to coat it in her wetness. "God, yes", Bo whimpered, the anticipation almost killing her. "Fuck me, baby … I need it now …"
Without warning, Lauren complied, pushing the toy into her girlfriend's core. Bo gasped with pleasure, welcoming her thrust. Carefully, Lauren probed for any kind of resistance, but the brunette was open and more than ready for her. Pulling back out, after going in about halfway, she thrust deeper. Bo held her buttocks in a vice-like grip, trying desperately to take her in all the way. Lauren pulled out once more and then filled her up completely, sliding deeper until she was totally buried inside her. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby", she moaned into Bo's ear.
The brunette's brain was beyond speech or thought. Screams and whimpers were the only sounds her throat managed to produce, while her hands and hips moved of their own account, drawing Lauren in deep with each delicious thrust. Quickly, the blonde picked up speed, mercilessly pounding into Bo's sopping pussy, relentlessly whispering dirty words into her ears. "Your pussy's so tight, baby", she whimpered. "So tight around my cock … I'm so ready for you … I'm gonna explode inside you, and you're gonna milk me dry and take all my cum …"
Bo felt like she'd lost her mind. The intense attack on her senses – the smell of sex filling the room, the sounds of both her own screams and the squelching noises caused by the cock pumping in and out of her wet core, the feeling of Lauren's toned butt cheeks in her hands, the sight of the panting blonde hovering above her, flooding her with the most delicious dirty talk … it was all too much. Bo felt like she was floating, leaving her body like in a trance. Then, Lauren moved her hand to graze her clit, and the brunette was done for. It took only a few precise rubs to send her crashing over the edge, screaming Lauren's name at the top of her lungs, basking in the purest feeling of her pussy clenching around the cock, while her girlfriend's perfect sweaty body kept moving all around her, encompassing her, holding her in a protective embrace until the last waves subsided.
The host's voice announcing the next laudator snapped Bo out of her hot memory. Swallowing hard and biting her lip, she forced herself to open her eyes and unclench her fist, shifting her focus back to the stage. Lauren would be up next, and Bo's heartbeat sped up. She thought about how amazing it was to spend time with the blonde and just be around her. Yes, the sex was stellar, but it wasn't only that. Being with Lauren was better than anything she could've ever imagined, and now, sitting here with her family and peers, all beaming with pride for the blonde, Bo couldn't be more pleased.
Finally, it was time. Evony appeared on stage to announce Lauren, praising her work and passionately stressing the importance of her research for the medical world. She finished, turning her head and lifting her hand to welcome her friend on stage, and all of a sudden, Bo felt herself reminded of the first time she'd ever laid eyes on her. Flashbacks of watching Lauren enter that conference room all those months ago flooded Bo's memory, and much like back then, the mere sight of the blonde stunned her. Her legs felt wobbly, and she thanked any deity willing to listen that she was sitting down.
Lauren was ethereal, seemingly floating across the ground and glowing with an aura so intense that for a second, she reminded Bo of an angel. My angel, she thought with a smile, sucking in some much-needed air, because for a while there, she'd forgotten about her body's need for oxygen.
Lauren was literally breathtaking.
She wore a form-fitting dark blue floor-length satin dress with thin straps that put her wonderful neck, shoulders and arms on display. Her hair wasn't done up in a particularly fancy way. In spite of the formal evening, Lauren had gone with Bo's request and decided to simply wear it down, blond tresses flowing freely across her perfect skin, complementing the intense blue tint of her dress, the lower half of which spread out a little to the sides to facilitate entering and exiting the stage in her incredibly sexy, incredibly sinful black high heels.
When the applause had died down, Lauren spoke, starting with thanking her medical staff and her family. The event people had told her that she had a total of five minutes, so she didn't mention many names, but instead searched the audience and looked at each of the assembled, who had a part in her success, giving them wide smiles. She also dedicated a minute to divert the attention away from her and towards her international peers working tirelessly in the same field in much less fortunate environments, both due to poverty, war and corruption in their various home countries. Her speech was concise, flaming and passionate, and Lauren earned more than a few supporting claps.
She came to an end, and Bo was about to jump up from her seat to cheer and clap for her girlfriend, when out of the blue, Lauren faced her, a glint entering her eyes. "Last, but certainly not least, I'd like to thank Dr Bo McCorrigan …", she added with a warm smile, and Bo's heart skipped a beat. "… my esteemed colleague and beloved partner, who makes me happier than I ever thought I could be, and who helped me find myself when I was lost. Thank you, baby." Lauren held up the award trophy. "This is as much yours as it is mine. I love you." She blew Bo a kiss, who couldn't stop staring at her. "I love you", Bo whispered, holding the blonde's gaze and placing a hand over her heart while shedding two silent tears. As Lauren left the stage to join Bo, the room erupted in applause and cheers. Bo got up and let herself sink into her lover's arms, holding her close, the noise fading away. She was caught in a private bubble of happiness that nobody else could enter.
"I hope it's okay that I did that", Lauren whispered when they'd sat back down and the eyes of the crowd had focused back on the stage to welcome the next awardee. "I needed you to be part of my speech, but I also wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't mean to overwhelm you." She nervously bit her lip, and Bo took her hand. "I was overwhelmed, but in a good way", she said, giving Lauren a reassuring smile and a soft chaste kiss on the lips. "Thank you", she whispered, gently squeezing her hand.
The rest of the ceremony they spent in quiet, holding hands, stealing glances at each other and listening to the remaining awardees. It took about another hour, until it was time for the final award category, "Exemplar in Clinical Education", which Bo was particularly excited for, because this year's winner was no other than her beloved professor and mentor, Dean MacMillan. But that wasn't even the best part. What made this category extra special was the fact that it was the only one where nominees and winners were elected by students. This award was kind of like the People's Choice Award of the medical world, and Bo had been thrilled that Dr MacMillan – who had been nominated in this category many times already – would finally take the coveted prize home with him.
Uncaring of what the rest of the assembled would think of her, she cheered loudly for him as soon as he entered the stage. His face was split in a wide grin when he gave her the tiniest wink from his position at the speaker's desk. His speech was short and modest. Just like in his classroom, Professor MacMillan preferred simple words – he had a rare gift of teaching his students the most complex medical procedures and theory in a way that everybody understood, and that alone made him the most talented – as well as most popular – teacher Bo had ever had the pleasure of working with. When he left the stage after barely two minutes of speaking, he was accompanied by cheers and standing ovations, which everyone, including Charlie and Keith, enthusiastically joined in, as they'd learned from Bo how much he meant to her.
When the applause died down, the host of the evening declared the ceremony closed and the bar open, and shortly after, people got up from their seats to officially start the most fun part of the evening – the after-show party.
Soon, both Bo and Lauren mingled with the crowd, talking to current colleagues as well as old friends from the brunette's time at her previous employer. They were standing in a small group with Dr Morrigan, Dr Michaels and Dr Ferrara, the head of oncology at TMC, when Bo spotted her old mentor giving her a shy look. Taking Lauren's hand, she excused herself and dragged the blonde with her. "Professor MacMillan", Bo greeted him cheerily when she approached him, her girlfriend in tow. "I'd like to finally introduce you to the extraordinary Dr Lauren Lewis. Lauren, this is Dr Dean MacMillan, the best med school professor I've ever had."
He swallowed nervously, throwing the older woman standing next to him – his wife, Lauren assumed – a sheepish look. She let go of his hand and nudged him forward with a loving smile. "Go on then", she encouraged him. Lauren instantly understood Bo's adoration for the man. He had no reason to be shy or even modest, given that he was one of the most respected scholars of the country, and yet, here he was, unable to speak to her. Of course, Bo had warned her that this might happen, as he'd positively swooned over her countless achievements within her field. So, she simply took his hand and shook it. "It's so very nice to finally meet you, Professor MacMillan. Dr McCorrigan has told me so much about you." The spark returned to his eyes, and he seemed to snap out of his haze. "In that case, I hope, she didn't embarrass me too much", he answered with a smirk, and Lauren laughed. "Far from it", she replied charmingly. "She only had words of praise for you."
He blushed a little, shrugging his shoulders. "Oh, you know, I'm just lucky enough being able to do what I love for a living." He reached out to give Bo's hand a quick squeeze. "Teaching the youngsters is my passion." He turned back to Lauren. "But it's incredible doctors like you and your brilliant colleagues, who make the real difference out there, saving lives every day. Thank you for that, Dr Lewis."
The blonde was touched by his words. After hearing Bo go on and on about her professor, Lauren knew for a fact that he wasn't the type to fish for compliments, so she chose her next words carefully. "Thank you, but with all due respect, professor, I disagree." Diffusing her seemingly sharp words with a warm smile, she added: "Your work is the foundation for all good doctors, including myself and Dr McCorrigan. It's mentors like yourself, who teach us about passion and shape us into better professionals." He blushed once again, but Lauren could positively see his chest swell with pride. "Besides", she added with a mischievous grin, "she told me you were the reason she snuck into TMC in the first place, so it's really me, who has to thank you. Who knows if we'd met without your meddling." She entwined her fingers with Bo's, and the two exchanged a loving gaze. The woman standing next to the professor let out a heartfelt "Aw", which snapped him out of his haze once more, quickly introducing her to them as his wife Emily.
They stood and chatted for a long time. It took him a bit longer to lose his shyness and really get into talking to Lauren, but whenever he got a little starstruck, his wife would save him by chiming in with a joke or a witty comment to diffuse the tension. Eventually, she managed to break the ice completely, and he engaged both Lauren and Bo in an interesting discussion about neurology, new and old teaching methods as well as Lauren's latest research projects. Time flew by, and before they knew it, the buffet and tables were removed to make way for the last act – the dance.
Soon, the DJ started playing music, and people flooded the newly created dancefloor, including the professor and his wife. Charlie was dancing with Keith, and Bo held Lauren in her arms, softly swaying to the pleasant tunes. The brunette had buried her face in the crook of her girlfriend's neck, deeply inhaling her scent, while Lauren enjoyed their closeness and took in her surroundings. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Ciara and threw her a small smile. Her friend answered with the faintest sparkle and then went back to scanning her surroundings.
She looked totally badass in her attire, Lauren noted appreciatively, even though her elegant black suit with the crisp white blouse underneath didn't exactly scream "festive". It wasn't meant to be though, as Ciara was working tonight. When she'd heard that Lauren had won the prestigious award, she'd done everything to land the security gig for the evening. Ever the professional, Ciara would never let personal matters interfere with her work, but she at least wanted to be present when her best friend received her well-deserved award. So, she'd made it happen, casually giving the event organisers a call advertising her services and knocking them off their seats with her company's reputation. In order to be with Lauren during her big night, she'd basically made the people responsible for the event an offer they couldn't refuse, and now, here she was.
Lauren let her gaze roam further, until she spotted the other familiar face she'd been looking for. Dyson was standing near one of the exits, guarding the door and regularly informing his colleagues via radio of incoming and leaving guests to keep track of how many people were in the building at all times. His presence here was unusual, as Ciara only ever allowed her own staff on security gigs. But when he'd asked her to let him join, she'd made an exception. For one, because he was a very capable police officer, but mostly because she knew that he really wanted to be there when his sister and her girlfriend celebrated Lauren's incredible achievement.
He threw the dancing blonde a wink when he caught her looking at him, and she smiled in response. She'd grown to really like Ciara's boyfriend, even though she didn't know him all that well yet. Up until now, they'd only chatted during Bo's birthday party and over Christmas, but every time, there'd been many other people present, so they had yet to have a proper chat. Still, she knew from both Bo and Ciara that he was a good man, and knowing that her best friend had finally found someone to fill the void Stefan's death had left behind made Lauren incredibly happy.
Relaxing in Bo's arms, Lauren closed her eyes to enjoy the music and the other impressions flooding her senses. Her girlfriend's hands gently moved up and down her back, inching lower with each stroke. She smirked against Bo's skin and felt the brunette stir a little. "Sorry", Bo mumbled into her neck, hastily moving her hands further up. Then, relaxing once again, she added: "You're just so fucking hot in this dress." The second remark was uttered in a breathy, seductive voice, that made Lauren swallow. Her eyes fluttered shut, and suddenly, she was very aware of Bo's breasts pressing against hers.
"You're one to talk", she replied equally seductively, leaning her head back to take in her girlfriend's gorgeous shape. She was clad in a tight, black dress that flowed elegantly around her curves, deliciously putting her cleavage on display. The fabric reached all the way to the floor, with a slit on one side, that revealed her night blue high heels and a long, toned leg. Slowly, Lauren let her hand wander down towards the enticingly parted garment, but just before reaching bare skin, she changed path, moving back up, casually brushing the side of Bo's breast. The brunette inhaled a sharp breath. "Mmh", she hummed, throwing her girlfriend a seductive pout. "Do you think we can sneak away unnoticed for a bit?", she husked, brushing her lips against her ear. Lauren's grip involuntarily tightened on Bo's waist, and the brunette grinned. Then, she buried her face in blond hair to hide her tongue darting out.
Lauren clawed at her back, inhaling a sharp breath when she felt Bo's warm wetness on her neck. "Fuck, you feel so good", she breathed, nuzzling the brunette's ear. "I think I saw a storage room when I went to the restroom before." Bo's voice sounded low and needy, and it was getting harder and harder to stay away from her girlfriend's arse. "I need to fuck you, baby. Now." The blonde swallowed hard, trying to get her breathing under control. She knew there wasn't a chance in hell that she'd be able to keep her hands off Bo for the rest of the night. All of a sudden, she felt like every single pair of eyes in the room was fixated on her. She had to get out of here, drag her girlfriend somewhere private…ish to fuck her brains out. "Yes", was all she managed to say.
Bo growled, took half a step back and firmly grabbed Lauren's hand. She looked around, scanning the room to check whether someone would notice them leaving together and found that there were no prying eyes on them. She walked slowly, desperately trying to hide the fact that she was already wet beyond all reason. Her core was twitching with the anticipation of what was about to happen, and now that she had Lauren's permission, she couldn't wait another second. Pointedly avoiding the blonde's gaze in order to not lose control too soon, she headed straight for the bathrooms. The event location was a hotel, so entering a short corridor, they saw doors lining both sides of it. They passed by a few with numbers on them and reached the bathrooms designated for tonight's guests. Turning around a corner, Bo looked over her shoulder, noting with a satisfied grin that they were alone. A couple of steps further, she twisted the knob of a door that looked different to all the others – it was a lot slimmer, flush with the wall and carried no number.
Lauren followed her girlfriend into their little hideout. Bo had barely pressed the door shut and flicked the light switch, when the blonde greedily attacked her mouth. And Bo wasted no time either. Immediately, her hands were on Lauren's breasts, cupping their softness through her dress and coaxing a deep growl from both of them. "I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw you on stage", Bo mewled, urgently squeezing Lauren, whose inevitably hardening nipples were tangible through the fabric. Kissing and moaning into each other, they moved towards a small table standing at the end of two long shelves filled with towels, bathrobes and various other bathroom utensils. Impatiently, Bo moved the chair standing in front of it out of the way and pushed Lauren against it, pressing herself into her body.
The blonde was so turned on, she could barely think. She roamed Bo's body with her hands, letting her fingertips wander all over her arms and partly exposed back. She hastily lowered the straps of her black dress along with her bra, freeing the brunette's breasts and cupping them with a sigh. Leaving Bo's mouth, she bent down to finally wrap her lips around the other prize she'd been craving all night. Bo moaned, holding her head in place, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her circling tongue and thumb. Lauren let one hand wander downwards, towards the slit of her dress, and lifted the fabric. Softly grazing the creamy skin of Bo's inner thigh, she searched for her panties and slid her fingers along her covered centre.
"Fuck!", Bo cried out at the sensation and bucked her hips into Lauren's hand, holding on to her shoulders. Lauren let go of one nipple, kissing her way to the other one, while she busied both her hands with getting rid of her girlfriend's underwear. "You're so wet for me", she whimpered into Bo's skin when she found her centre. "I'm always wet for you", Bo panted and jerked her hips, wanting nothing more than to feel her woman inside her. "Fuck me, baby … please", she begged.
Lauren would've liked to draw this out, but she was very aware of the public surrounding, so a quickie would have to do. She mostly yearned to hear and feel her girlfriend come, and she was certain that Bo would give her exactly what she needed. Somehow, she managed to pull the brunette's panties off all the way without leaving her breast, and in one swift move, she entered her, brushing over her clit in the process. "Ah!", Bo cried out and buried her fingernails in Lauren's hot skin. She hissed from the pain, but it didn't bother her – on the contrary, it spurred her on even more. Adding another finger, she mercilessly pounded Bo's sopping pussy, slamming her clit with every forceful thrust. It took barely a minute for the brunette to come undone.
Activating the last brain cell she had left, Bo clenched her teeth together as to not bite Lauren's shoulder and mark her for everyone out there to see what they'd been doing. Her orgasm washed over her, and she desperately ground into her girlfriend over and over, whimpering with each push and feeling her insides clench around Lauren's pumping digits. The blonde milked every last wave from her, never stopping her relentless thrusts, until Bo's urgent movements stilled, and she let herself fall against her girlfriend, immediately searching for her mouth, engaging her in a deep and long kiss.
Lauren carefully pulled out her fingers and wrapped her arms around Bo, holding her close, letting herself sink into the sensation of her soft lips. "Bo … Bo …", she breathed in between kisses, tangling her fingers in silken hair. The brunette grabbed her arse and pushed her backwards onto the table while hastily pulling the thin straps of Lauren's dress off her shoulders to access her breasts. The blonde wrapped her legs around her girlfriend and let out a strangled cry when Bo's lips finally enclosed one of her strained nipples.
Bo took charge, devotedly licking, circling and biting both hardened buds while greedily squeezing her breasts. "Fuck, I love you, baby", she mewled against Lauren's flushed skin, "you're so beautiful … I love you … Lauren …" With each lick and each urgent grind of her girlfriend's hips, Bo's heartbeat picked up speed. She could hear her blood rush in her ears, while she worshipped the blonde's body. She wanted to give her everything, protect her, and show her, how much she loved her, every single day for the rest of their lives.
She left Lauren's breasts, replacing her mouth with her hands and kissed her way up her neck and shoulders, lingering for a while on her lips, and then slowly moved back down, all the while repeating the blonde's name and ceaselessly whispering words of love. Like in a trance, Bo lifted Lauren's dress, sliding it up her delicious legs. She needed to taste her now.
When the blonde realised what Bo was about to do, she let out a wanton growl and leaned back on her makeshift seat to give her a better angle. In a flash, Bo had exposed her lower body, and Lauren lifted her arse off the table. Seconds later, her panties were gone, and Bo was kneeling on the floor between her thighs. Placing one leg on the brunette's shoulder and the other on the abandoned chair, Lauren spread herself wide open. "Fuck, you're dripping", Bo mewled and an instant later, buried her face between throbbing folds. "Yesss!", Lauren half-cried, half-breathed at the feeling of Bo's hot tongue swirling along her outer and inner lips. Up and further up, she moved, and when her mouth finally enclosed her clit, Lauren was in heaven. This was just so fucking good … Her vocal chords produced grunts, whimpers and moans, while her hips eagerly met Bo's every delicious stroke.
Lapping up every bit of arousal, the brunette slowly made her way up and down Lauren's dripping slit. Her pace was agonisingly slow, but she needed to take her time, basking in her girlfriend's unrivalled taste and sounds. As the blonde's movements became more and more demanding, Bo finally had mercy and sank two fingers into her burning core. "Yesss, fuck me hard …", Lauren hissed. "More, more …" Bo added a third and fourth finger and gave her woman, what she needed. Each forceful thrust was combined with a determined stroke of her tongue, and every time, Bo was rewarded with a fierce growl. Faster and faster, she fucked her, circling and sucking on Lauren's clit, until her body stiffened. "Bo, I'm coming … Fuck, don't stop, baby … Bo … Bo … A-a-aahhhh!"
She threw her head back, let out a strangled scream and desperately held Bo's head in place, while she helped her ride out wave after delicious wave of the legendary orgasm quaking through her trembling frame. Finally, she let her leg slide off Bo's shoulder, leaning back with eyes closed, suspending herself with her arms. She was panting, and a satisfied smile was plastered all over her face. "God, Bo", she breathed, "that was so fucking good." She felt Bo's lips place a last kiss on her mound, before getting up to kiss up Lauren's exposed neck and softly caress the undersides of her heaving breasts. "You taste so good, baby", Bo husked into her ear. "I could eat your delicious pussy all night." Lauren made a deeply satisfied sound and opened her eyes to pull her girlfriend into a searing kiss.
They parted, and Lauren was about to descend her mouth on Bo's neck, when suddenly, they heard the muffled sound of gasps and screams coming from the main room. Instantly, they snapped out of their lovemaking haze and threw each other a worried look. Wordlessly, they hurried to adjust their dresses and hair and slipped back into their underwear, before stepping outside and rushing back towards the dancefloor.
The ballroom offered a strange sight: People were standing in a semi-circle, surrounding something neither Lauren nor Bo could see. But what they heard, alarmed them.
"Young man, please calm down." Ciara's voice. Calm, collected. "Don't 'young man' me!" A stranger. Male. And indeed young. That was all Lauren could make out from those few words. "It's his fault, his fault!" The stranger again. Upset, distraught. "He destroyed my life!"
Lauren pushed through the crowd and caught sight of a lanky young man – or more like boy – who was holding a short army-style knife in his violently shaking hand. He was facing Dyson, and the weapon was pointed at the tall man's chest. "I'm very sorry about how things turned out with your father, Jake", Dyson said in a low voice, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture. Jake? So, he knows him, Lauren thought.
"No, you're not! I don't believe you", the boy spat back. "You police people are all the same! You make promises and … and then y-you don't keep them!" Lauren could almost see Dyson's brain work, trying to recall what promises he'd supposedly given the boy's father.
"You don't even remember, do you?", Jake cried angrily. "You promised you'd speak up for him in court, but you didn't even show up!" The young man's eyes agitatedly raced all over Dyson's form, eyeing him from top to bottom. "You're supposed to be …" He hesitated, seemingly unsure about what to say next. Then, he visibly composed himself. "You're supposed to be one of us. But you're a blood traitor!" Lauren frowned, confused about the strange wording. She noticed that the boy's eyes kept scanning the crowd – a sign of his nervousness, she assumed at first, until she realised that he kept going back to the same face over and over again – the face of Dr Michaels.
Still frowning, Lauren directed her attention back to Dyson, whose eyes were fixated on Jake's hands. "I'm sorry, man, but that's just not true", he said softly. Jake looked like he was about to burst into tears. "Are you calling my dad a liar?", he shrieked, waving his knife dangerously close to the older man's face. Dyson lifted his hands in a calming gesture. "I didn't say that. I just don't remember promising him anything like that. I'm sure you just misunderstood. Did your dad tell you this?"
"Yes … I mean, no, I …" Jake's face showed pain, conflict and confusion all at once. "What are you saying, that I can't think for myself? I'm my own person! And my dad, he … he's a real patriot, who loves his country, and Senator Myers wants to destroy our traditional values, she …"
Senator Myers, Lauren thought, and all of a sudden, it all came back to her. The attack from a few months back! The senator had visited some event, and a man – Jake's father, as it seemed – had attacked her solely because of the colour of her skin. Ciara had called her a 'lone shark in a sea of old white men', Lauren recalled. Was that why Jake kept staring at Jane? Dr Michaels was black, too, but the looks he gave her weren't hateful at all. Instead, they seemed to be hesitant, apologetic … and full of remorse. Whatever misdirected values his father had taught Jake, apparently, they hadn't caught on. Still, the poor boy was clearly troubled.
Jake interrupted himself, his eyes once again wandering back to Jane, who returned his stare unafraid. Not only that; her gaze was warm and full of understanding. It seemed to confuse the boy even more, but their wordless exchange visibly drained him of all anger. She gave him an almost indiscernible nod, leading him to lower both his gaze and his knife.
Dyson's stance relaxed. "You don't really believe any of that, do you?", he asked gently. Jake fell silent, his shoulders shaking with uncontrolled sobs. "I just want my dad back", he whined. All fight seemed to leave his body, and he let his head hang low. He dropped his knife, and a loud clank echoed through the otherwise silent room.
Lauren watched Dyson intently, who, with a hardly noticeable shake of his head, kept the security people from making a move on the boy. Instead, he slowly walked towards him, reaching out his hand as a peace offering. It turned out to be the wrong decision. Snapping out of his trance-like state, sudden realisation seemed to trickle into the boy's mind … realisation that he'd screwed up. That he'd probably end up in prison for this, just like his father. Lauren could almost see his panic rise. He made a move for the knife, but Dyson was faster, kicking the weapon out of reach. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two of Ciara's people lunge at the boy, who jumped forward with a startled yelp, knocking Dyson over in the process.
Then, everything happened so quickly that even much later, neither Bo nor Lauren could remember all the details.
The two security guards held on to the writhing and kicking boy, who screamed at them to let him go, while Bo's brother lay motionless on the ground. During his fall, he'd stumbled backwards, hitting the back of his head on the elevated stage. "Dys!", Bo and Ciara called in unison, stumbling out of the crowd to kneel down on the floor next to him. "C'mon, wake up, little brother!", Bo demanded.
Endless seconds ticked away, until suddenly, the man let out a long groan and lifted a wobbly hand to rub the back of his head. The two women breathed a relieved sigh and helped him sit up. Lauren was just as relieved to see him awake, but frowned at his wobbly posture. He hovered his hand in front of his face, checking for blood, but there was nothing there. "Looks like I'll have the mother of all hangovers tomorrow", he joked and reached out to one of Ciara's men to help him get up on his feet. He turned to face his girlfriend, giving her his usual goofy smile … and then dropped like timber.
Shit, this isn't good, Lauren thought, as she watched him sink back into his colleague's arms. "Dyson? Dyson!", Bo cried out. "Call an ambulance, now", Lauren ordered one of the security guys, who gave her a cool nod and grabbed his phone. "Put him flat on the ground", she added, addressing the man who was still holding Dyson in his arms. Kicking off her shoes, she kneeled down next to him and checked his vitals. His pulse was weak, but it was there. She had a hunch of what was wrong with him, and if she was right, she wouldn't have much time. "Clear out everyone and make room for the paramedics when they arrive", she commanded. "Jane, call whoever's covering your ER tonight and tell them to prep an OR for me."
"I want to assist you!", Bo interjected with a panicked screech, her breath coming out in ragged puffs. Lauren covered her hand with her own and looked deep into her eyes. "You know you can't, Bo. You're too close", she said calmly. "Let me take care of him, okay?" She threw Ciara a glance and got a nod in response. Her friend was composed … still locked in her security persona, as it seemed. Lauren was grateful. After the horrible trauma Ciara had gone through with Stefan, she had every right to lose her mind, but instead, it looked like Bo was the one threatening to fall apart. Thankfully, Ciara's protector mode kicked in. "C'mon, let's get to the hospital", she said to Bo. "Lauren will be with him, and he will be fine, do you understand me?" Snapping out of her panic, the brunette nodded at the standing blonde and took a deep breath before letting go of Dyson's hand. Throwing Lauren a last look, she turned around and followed Ciara outside.
Dyson's surgery took nine long hours. Thanks to Dr Michaels' early warning, his CT, which was pushed through in record time, had proven Lauren's hunch of the injury being a subdural haemorrhage to be true. As a consequence, she had to perform a craniotomy to relieve the increasing intracranial pressure on Dyson's brain, followed by long hours of tedious search for the blood clot, ever so cautiously inserting the needle over and over again to remove it bit by tiny bit. When the blonde finally left the OR, she was beyond tired, but before passing out in the next best bed she could find in this hospital, she needed to see Bo and let her know that her brother was going to be okay.
The whole time, Ciara and the brunette stayed in the waiting room, anxiously anticipating any news anybody would give them, but for hours, no one showed up. So, they passed the time talking to each other, exchanging reassuring words and comforting one another, until Lauren sent one of the supervising nurses for a brief status update. However, as the procedure was still ongoing, she couldn't give them any guarantees, so they went back to waiting. As the hours dragged on, the two talked and talked, just to keep their minds off what was happening in that OR. They exchanged stories about their childhood, Bo told Ciara about her abusive father and sick mother, and the blonde recounted the trauma of losing Stefan – something that, up until now, she'd only ever shared with Lauren.
They grew close in those hours, their shared hardship giving them the chance to create a true bond. Their mutual presence made both women stronger, and when Bo finally saw her girlfriend's exhausted smile, she knew that everything was going to be okay. Lauren took her time explaining every step of the procedure to Ciara, who nodded and finally let her tears flow freely. Just like Bo. The brunette knew exactly how arduous it was to remove a blood clot, and how much skill it took for the patient to even survive. The entire time Lauren was with the two of them, Bo found herself staring at her girlfriend, drinking in her presence. In spite of her messy hair that she'd hastily put up in a tight bun before scrubbing in, in spite of her tired eyes, and in spite of the creases on her face from wearing a surgery mask for nine hours straight, Lauren was the most beautiful being on earth.
When the blonde had answered the last of Ciara's many questions, all three of them sank into a hug, before separating, so that Lauren could get some sleep and the other two could go see Dyson.
Six hours later, Lauren woke up. At first, she didn't know where she was, but slowly, the events of the previous night and morning came back to her. She breathed a relieved sigh and got out of the random TMC bed she'd crawled into after parting from Bo and Ciara. She still felt tired, but thankfully, the complete exhaustion from before was gone. She decided to pop into her office to take a shower and change into fresh scrubs, before fetching some treats and tea from the cafeteria and heading to Dyson's room.
The image that presented itself to her when she entered was one of absolute peace and calm – an image not even the steady beeping noises of the various machines Dyson was attached to could disturb. Ciara and Bo were sitting on either side of his bed; Ciara's head was resting next to Dyson's, and her hand covered his arm, while Bo was leaned back in her chair, her jacket spread out across her upper body. Both women were asleep, exhaustion written all over their peaceful faces. As quietly as possible, Lauren closed the door, put the goodies on a table and picked up Dyson's chart to check up on his vitals. To her delight, everything looked good. He was a strong, very fit man, and she was positive that he would make a full recovery.
Placing the chart back where it belonged, Lauren saw Bo stir and startle awake. For a second, she seemed to be flustered and confused as to where she was, but scanning her surroundings, she quickly composed herself. "Hey", she said in a sleepy voice, when her gaze fell on Lauren. The blonde smiled and quietly pulled up a chair to sit down next to her girlfriend. "How's he doing?", Bo asked and took a deep breath, before leaning her head against Lauren's shoulder and closing her eyes once more. Lauren reached out to remove a stray strand of hair from Bo's face. "Everything looks promising", she replied quietly. "He'll need a few months of physical rehab, but if he pulls through, he'll be back to his old self in no time."
Bo let out a breath of relief. "Good", she hummed, cuddling closer to inhale her girlfriend's fresh scent. Having Lauren here with her calmed her down and allowed her to let go of at least some of the horrors of the last hours. Initially, she'd been relieved learning the good news that Dyson was out of the woods. But when relief had given way to exhaustion, the nightmares had come. In them, she saw him die over and over again, and she couldn't shake them. Every hour or so, she woke up with a start, but each time, she was so spent that not even this uncomfortable chair managed to keep her awake. However, she was sure the bad dreams would eventually go away, and the relief over having her brother back alive and soon-to-be-kicking once again outweighed her distress. So, she pushed the horrible images out of her mind and smiled at her girlfriend. "Thank you, baby", she whispered, her eyes welling up from the emotions suddenly overwhelming her. "Thank you for saving his life."
Lauren placed a small kiss on Bo's cheek and held her as close as this position allowed. "Of course", she replied simply. Those were all the words she needed. For one, being a doctor, she would always strive to save any and every life, no matter who her patient was. But on top of that, Dyson was Bo's brother and Ciara's first love since Stefan. Even though she didn't know the blonde detective that well yet, he was already part of her family. Back in the OR, he'd been a regular patient, but now that she was here with him and the two most important people in her life, she knew that it had probably been the last surgery she'd be ethically allowed to perform on him. So, you better make sure, it'll be the last you'll ever need, she mentally chided him with a faint smirk.
"I checked his vitals before, and everything seemed to look good", Bo interrupted Lauren's thoughts, "but I have to admit, hearing it from you is a lot more reassuring." She focused her gaze back on her brother. "He's stubborn. Getting him to pull through won't be a problem", she added with a quiet chuckle. "It'll be more like us having to slow him down." Lifting her head, she made a little pause and stuck her nose up in the air. "Something smells good", she said, searching for the enticing aroma entering her nostrils. "I brought you guys some goodies from the cafeteria", Lauren explained, getting back up.
The sound of rustling paper brought Ciara back to consciousness as well. "Lauren", she said, tears filling her eyes the second she saw her friend. Her body was probably hurting and her neck stiff from sleeping in the awkward position, but she shot up from her seat to wrap her bestie in her arms. "Thank you", she whispered into her hair. Lauren held her weeping friend, soothingly rubbing her back. She hadn't seen Ciara this wrought up in years – not since Stefan's death, now that she thought of it. Ciara reserved her badass warrior persona for the outside world, but even in the presence of her best friend, she was usually composed and had a hard time opening up. So, seeing her like this filled Lauren with happiness. She couldn't help it, because in spite of the dramatic events that had led to this moment, it felt like something in her had healed. It seemed like Ciara had finally made her peace with the loss of Stefan and was truly ready to start over with Dyson.
For a while, they just stood like that. Lauren held her friend until her tears ebbed away, and, over Ciara's shoulder, shared a loving smile with Bo, who watched the two of them. The brunette was on the verge of bursting into tears all over again as well, but for the sake of Ciara, she pulled herself together. Her heart was so overflowing with love for Lauren that she had a hard time processing it all, and the tender moment between the two friends touched her in her very soul. Not just because she was as relieved as both Lauren and Ciara that Dyson was going to be okay, but also because she was now part of this big family that encircled all of them.
Speaking of family … "Where are Charlie and Keith?", she asked, taking a bite from a doughnut. "Back at the apartment", Lauren answered, letting go of her friend and grabbing a cheese roll from a paper bag. "I already texted them about Dyson", she added, anticipating Ciara's question. "They were at the apartment the whole time and they stayed awake until I told them he was out of the woods. They're probably still asleep. Keith needs to get back to work early tomorrow, so they're going to go home in a couple of hours."
Bo was a little sad that Lauren's folks were leaving so soon, but Charlie had told her that she could come by the house whenever she liked, and she was already looking forward to the next time. It had been nice having them over in the city. Bo enjoyed the siblings' unique dynamic and Charlie's motherly warmth, and the four of them spent a lovely couple of days together. "I'm so glad they were there with us last night", Bo said, her lips curling up into a nostalgic curve. "Me too", said Lauren and then added jokingly: "Mostly because they took my award back to the apartment. God knows, I'd have just left it there in all the craze." Ciara's jaw dropped in shock. "The award! Oh, my god, I totally forgot about that", she blurted out and jumped back into her friend's arms. "Congratulations, bestie! I may have no clue about medicine, but I do know you deserved it more than anyone." Lauren smiled at Bo, who shrugged and nodded, as if to say "What can I say, she's right."
After this, the air in the room significantly shifted towards a happier mood, which all three of them were grateful for. The drama and tears of the last hours had exhausted them, and they desperately needed something positive to talk about, so they spent some time eating, drinking tea and chatting about everything but last night's scary showdown. About an hour later, however, the lack of sleep caught up with them, so Bo and Lauren decided to go home. Ciara stayed with her boyfriend, to be there when he woke up, so Lauren had a folding bed put up to make her stay in the room at least a little more comfortable.
Early next morning, Dyson woke up.
While a little groggy and disoriented initially, he recovered quickly, and Bo was positively surprised at the discipline her usually rather stubborn brother displayed, doing exactly what his doctors told him. Though she did assume it had a lot to do with Ciara being there and slowing him down when he threatened to go overboard with his efforts to speed up his recovery and get back into shape.
In short, all was going well. All but one tiny little thing. The nightmares just wouldn't go away. Bo hadn't told Lauren about them, because she figured dreams were just dreams. But even three days after Dyson's life-saving surgery, she kept having the same nightmare over and over again, startling awake at least once each night, searching for Lauren's body to cuddle up to her, only to lie awake afterwards, terrified to go back to sleep. It was getting exhausting. The blonde's head was resting on Bo's chest, her golden hair sprawled all over her, when she drifted off, hoping that this time, her mind would spare her …
Bo was standing in a room, surrounded by a jumbled mass of faceless figures. She was talking to Dyson, but didn't really listen to the words spoken between them. She had no capacity to, because she knew something bad was going to happen – something she wouldn't be able to stop, no matter how hard she tried.
She warned him about the looming danger, but he just kept on talking, chatting away about who knows what, like he didn't believe her. She needed him to believe her … She wanted to talk him into leaving the place, but he wouldn't, and when she attempted to pull him away, she found herself rooted in place. She called out to the faceless figures surrounding them, desperately trying to get their attention, because the danger was coming, she knew it was, and why was nobody listening to her?
Then, Lauren appeared by her side, smiling at her and taking her hand. "Something's going to happen", Bo warned her insistently. She wanted to say more, but the words wouldn't come out, and the blonde just stood there, looking at her, shaking her head. "Everything will be fine", she replied, caressing her girlfriend's face. "No", Bo cried. "You don't understand. Why won't anybody listen? He's in danger, he'll die!"
And then, just like that, he did.
Out of nowhere, blood oozed out of his ears, and his facial features slackened. He sank to the floor, and next thing she knew, the faceless crowd was gone. She noticed that she was able to move again, so she hurried to his side, kneeling next to him.
"Save him", she heard Ciara plead from somewhere behind her. "You're a doctor, you should know what to do." Bo felt panic rise in her chest. "I am a doctor, but I … I can't remember, what … what do I do?" Looking around for help, Bo found that Lauren was back with her. "Lauren, help him, please, I … I don't know what to do …" The blonde smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. "Bo, you cannot save him, because we already did." The brunette looked down at Dyson's lifeless form and shook her head, her whole body trembling with ragged sobs. "No, look at him, he's dead! I let him die, I …"
"You didn't let him die. I saved him, remember?", Lauren said. "No, I …", Bo started, but Lauren wouldn't let up. "Bo, please believe me. You're dreaming."
"It's just a bad dream. Wake up, baby."
Bo startled awake. Darkness surrounded her, and she didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she'd lost her brother and that the grief was eating her alive. Her chest ached. She felt the trails of wetness of old tears on her cheeks and the sting of new ones in her eyes. Her breath was coming out in heavy puffs, and she felt like she was choking. She grabbed fistfuls of sheets, trying to hold onto something to keep from falling.
"Bo." Lauren's voice. Whispering.
"Lauren?" She looked around the blurry contours of the dark room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. And then, warmth. Enveloping her trembling body. Soothing. Calming.
"Breathe with me, baby." Lauren, again. "Slowly. In and out. In …" Together with her girlfriend, Bo took a shaky breath. "… and out." They exhaled. "In …" Bo's breathing grew steadier. "And out. In … and out. In … and out." Lauren's breath on her shoulder. Her hands on her skin. Her scent. Her presence. "You're here", Bo whispered. "I'm here", the blonde echoed, softly caressing her girlfriend. For a while, they sat in silence.
Finally, Bo found the courage to speak. "I keep watching him die", she confessed, and new tears flooded her view. "I stand there and can't move. Ciara asks me to help him, but I don't know how. And then he dies. Over and over again …"
Bo felt the mattress shift and looked over her shoulder. By now, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and she could make out the blonde's form. "Come here", Lauren said, after she'd stuffed a pillow behind her back to lean against the headboard. Bo scooted over, curling up between her girlfriend's open legs, clinging to her naked body, nothing in between them but pure, unobstructed love. She wanted to crawl into the blonde and disappear in the absolute comfort of her warmth. Savouring the softness of her breasts against her own skin, Bo pressed her lips to her neck.
"He's going to be fine", Lauren whispered, continuing to caress Bo while softly rocking her back and forth. "You're going to be fine." The brunette let out a deep sigh, and Lauren fell silent, simply relishing in their closeness. It hurt, seeing Bo this upset, but she knew all she could do was to hold her and be there for her. So, she did. She enveloped Bo's body with her own, wrapping her in her arms and legs like in a cocoon. She gently caressed her hair and arm, nuzzling and kissing her forehead over and over again. And then, without thinking about it, she began to hum a soothing melody. The words of a familiar song entered her mind, and she started singing.
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
when troubles come and my heart burdened be
then, I am still and wait here in the silence
until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
you raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
you raise me up to more than I can be.*
Bo felt safe. Utterly and completely. Tears of joy leaked from her eyes, trickling down her cheeks, one by one, taking with them the images of the sinister dream, until it felt like a faded memory. It was a combination of feeling Lauren's warmth, the sound of her inconceivably beautiful voice, and the vibrations the words caused against her cheek that soothed her. The moment was immaculate, all of her senses coming together in perfect harmony. She felt loved, cherished, valued. Needed. Reverently, she listened to every word, soaked up the melody with her whole body and felt it resonate within her, filling her soul with peace and putting her mind to rest. She let go of all thought, surrendered to Lauren's touch, totally losing herself in her.
Her presence was comforting. Peaceful. Wholesome. Lauren's finger brushed along Bo's cheeks, ever so softly wiping away the tears. She rocked her gently from side to side, her hands never coming to a halt, holding her steady, anchoring her. All of Bo's senses were wide open, crystal clear, and ready. She felt the overwhelming urge to utilise them right now, to hold on to this moment in order to engrave it in her brain forever. She lifted her head to look up at her girlfriend, reaching for her cheek to let her fingertips wander. Her gaze flickered from Lauren's eyes down to her lips and back up. "Make love to me", she whispered and leaned closer, brushing her mouth against the blonde's.
Lauren responded by softly, oh-so slowly moving her lips, only opening them slightly to quickly dart out her tongue, licking Bo's lower lip for a mere split-second, before retracting. The brunette's breath hitched, and she let out a small whimper. Not one of impatience, but of pure joy of what was to come. Placing one hand underneath Bo's chin and entangling the other with her hair, the blonde started raining small kisses on the trembling woman's lips, then her cheek and jaw. Licking her way back to Bo's mouth, she sighed softly at the touch of their tongues, before fully capturing her lips and engaging her in a deep, lasting kiss.
Bo followed Lauren's lead, leaving every single move up to her, letting herself fall into her woman, trusting her to give her exactly what she needed. The blonde was kissing her girlfriend with such devotion that Bo wouldn't have minded to just keep going until the end of time. Her lips were so unbearably soft, her tongue so wonderfully warm and delicious that she didn't even notice the blonde's wandering hands.
Lauren caressed the undersides of Bo's breasts and coaxed a deep moan from her. She arched into her touch, so Lauren started softly orbiting both nipples with her fingertips, grazing the quickly hardening buds with every full circle. Bo gasped into her mouth, and her kiss grew more urgent, while her hands held on to the blonde's thighs. "Tell me what you need", Lauren whispered in between kisses, never stopping the ministrations on her girlfriend's breasts.
Bo's head was spinning from the array of sensations crashing down on her, but she knew exactly what she craved. Lauren's tongue in her mouth had made her core twitch, and there was only one way to scratch that itch. "Lick me", she breathed, and the blonde let out a deep growl. She broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Lie down for me", she whispered, gently pinching Bo's nipples and involuntarily rocking her centre into her behind.
The brunette exhaled a whimpering breath and climbed out of her girlfriend's embrace, moving to the side and laying on her back, spreading her legs wide. She watched Lauren, who was devouring the sight before her with her eyes. "So beautiful …", she whispered, running a hand all over Bo's torso and down towards her mound. Holding her girlfriend's gaze, Lauren dipped a finger in between her lower lips to feel her pooling wetness. She only touched her opening for a second, but the caress sent an electric shock directly into the brunette's core. Bo gasped and started to squirm, while she watched Lauren wrap her lips around the finger coated in her juices.
The blonde hummed, closing her eyes for a second to savour Bo's wonderful taste. When she opened them again, her gaze locked on her girlfriend's, who licked her lips, eyes clouded with desire. Lauren positioned herself between Bo's thighs, who observed her every move, and dove between her soaking folds. Bo whined and whimpered, while the blonde ever so slowly licked down her outer lips, lingering near her entrance and moving back up. She repeated the same treatment with Bo's inner lips and gently pushed up her thighs to let her tongue dart inside. Bo cried out with pleasure, grinding into her girlfriend's face to welcome everything she was willing to give her.
Lauren groaned at the taste and feel of the brunette's twitching pussy and finally moved further up to claim her prize. Taking her time, she luxuriously wrapped her lips around Bo's throbbing clit and at the same time entered her with two fingers. "Ah!", the brunette exclaimed, her breathing growing heavier by the second. She moved with Lauren, gyrating her hips to meet her every gentle thrust.
The blonde's tongue was pure magic, circling, swirling and pressing into Bo's clit, while her long, slender fingers languidly moved in and out at an agonisingly slow pace. Soon, Bo felt her orgasm build, coming at her like an unstoppable wave. Throwing her head back into the pillow, she clutched the sheets, her toes curling in anticipation. Seconds later, it washed over her, the sensations of Lauren's talented tongue and digits culminating in a monstrous climax. A long, drawn-out groan emerged from her throat, as Lauren worked her clit, helping Bo to ride out wave after delicious wave.
When her body stilled, the blonde pulled out of her and placed a kiss on her mound, before moving back up into Bo's searching arms. She lay down next to her girlfriend, and they sank into another long kiss. Lauren let her hands lazily roam the brunette's body, running her fingertips across her belly, around her breasts and along her neck. All through the kiss, Bo's body continued to squirm, and Lauren carefully grazed a nipple, earning herself a soft gasp. Once again, Bo arched into her, signalling her need for more, so the blonde cupped a breast and squeezed the creamy flesh, teasing the nipple with the palm of her hand. "Lauren …", Bo whimpered, breaking the kiss and opening her eyes to look at her girlfriend. "Lauren … Lauren …"
Holding her gaze, the blonde watched Bo intently, while she let her fingers wander downwards to spread her folds once more. She framed Bo's clit and looked deep into her eyes as she started slowly moving her hand up and down, up and down. The brunette's forehead creased in a frown. "I love you", she whimpered, desperately holding Lauren's gaze. "I love you", Lauren echoed, when her fingertips brushed over Bo's centre. "Lauren …", Bo repeated. "My love … Lauren …" For minutes, the brunette moved with her girlfriend, who flicked her clit in ever shorter intervals, coaxing soft whimpers and moans from Bo.
She was floating in a sea of pleasure, savouring the feeling of Lauren's gently, yet firmly moving fingertips while looking deep into her eyes. She felt so connected to the blonde that her heart was overflowing with emotions. She wanted to express them somehow, but words eluded her, so she just looked at her, putting everything she felt into her gaze.
Lauren didn't need her to speak. "I love you", she said, continuing to stroke Bo's core. "Love you … love you … love you." She flicked her clit over and over again, causing the brunette to groan and buck her hips. Then, Bo's body stiffened and her eyes narrowed, heralding her impending climax.
"Lauren, I'm coming", she whimpered. "I love you so much …" Unblinking, she held her girlfriend's gaze. Then, her orgasm overcame her, rolling all through her body like a silent earthquake. The intensity of it made her tremble, her breaths coming out in short hitches, when the only words she could remember tumbled out of her mouth. "I love you", she sighed over and over, each time echoed by Lauren whispering "I love you". All through Bo's long climax, they kept repeating the words like a mantra, as they were the only ones that mattered.
Trembling, Bo lay in her girlfriend's arms, once again feeling safe and protected. Somehow, she was certain, the nightmare wouldn't return. Because of Lauren.
Her rock. Her love. Her everything.
She needed her like the air she breathed, but the notion was no longer scaring her. Because she knew with every fibre of her being that they would be together forever. It was like something inside her had clicked. There was no more fear, no more insecurity, no more doubt. Lauren was here to stay. And so was Bo.
"Lauren?", she whispered, the aftershocks slowly waning. "Hm?", came the mumbled answer. "Stay with me forever and ever." It was neither a question, nor a request. It was a statement. Just like Lauren's answer: "Yes." Simple. Matter-of-factly. Easy.
Any doubts there might have been left within the blonde faded into nothingness, because right in that moment, Lauren knew what was going to happen. It was like some superior power had granted her a glimpse into the future, and the image it presented to her was peaceful. Beautiful. Just right. She closed her eyes with a contented smile and took a deep breath, inhaling Bo's scent. And then, just before drifting off to sleep, one thought, like an irrevocable truth, echoed through her mind.
I'm going to marry her.
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*Song: Josh Groban – You raise me up