"Do you know what you do to me?"
The words were misplaced, and completely out of context, because last time Lauren checked, Bo didn't want a thing to do with her.
"Apparently not."
"You make me feel wanted."
"Everyone wants you, by definition."
"No, Lauren. You make me feel wanted. Not Bo, the succubus. Me, Bo, the middle aged female."
"You're hardly middle aged."
"That's all you got out of that?"
"Of course I want you. Who wouldn't? Compassionate, loyal, selfless, adorable, honest, trust worthy…"
"You make me sound like a dog."
"Sexy, fun, rack of double D's…"
"That's better."
"Anyway, why do you care if it's me that wants you? My point still stands, everyone wants you, and if they don't I would be seriously concerned. You're a wet dream. You're the white picket fence, with the dog- trophy wife."
"We're not back to dogs are we?"
"Dogs aren't really my thing, that's more your territory."
"Now you're just teasing me."
"Why did you call?"
"I wanted to hear your voice."
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a stalker."
"Look out side your window."
"Very funny."
"No really, I've come to suck your chi."
"You wouldn't!"
"Yeah, you're right. You'll never feel that completely mind blowing sensation. But I can think of a few other sensations I could inflict on you…"
"Bo, when was the last time you fed?"
"Does a syringe count?"
"That was last week. You'd be drained."
"So that's why I can't open the window!"
"We're back to that?"
"If you don't open your window right now, I will have to smash my way in."
"So you can levitate now?"
"I hexed a ladder. I'll give you ten seconds."
"Bo, you'd hurt yourself."
"So why don't you just go and open your damned window? The weather outside's frightening."
"I'm too stubborn to summit to your childish games."
"I warned you."
And with that Bo placed her phone between her teeth.
"Here goes nothing." She braced her self.
And with that Bo punched Lauren's window open with one quick blow, and fell into her apartment with a thud.
Lauren came running from her kitchen, completely flabbergasted.
"Never underestimate a hungry succubus." Bo answered from the floor, "Shit, that hurt." She held up her hand to the light, "Fuck, that stings!"
If Bo weren't in such obvious pain, Lauren would have rolled on the floor laughing, quite literally.
"Come here, you silly woman." Lauren coaxed Bo to her couch, "Now don't go jumping out my window." She warned her favorite succubus, and left to find her first aid kit.
When Bo saw the kit she cringed, "What's that for?"
"Your hand." Lauren said, taking her seat next to Bo on her couch. Bo's clothes were slightly bloody, and she was cradling her hand tenderly.
Bo pouted, "But- but I'm hungry."
Lauren reached for the extra syringes she had kept for Bo in the kit, but with her good hand Bo stopped her.
"I'm asking for it, Lauren."
"Luckily for you, I'm not answering."
Bo groaned as Lauren stuck her expertly with the syringe.
"Tease." Bo accused.
They both waited impatiently for Bo's hand to cease bleeding, but it didn't.
"Huh," Lauren wondered to her self, "I wonder why it's not working."
"My hand hurts like a bitch. Because I broke a window- your window. So you could kiss it better. And all you do is stick me with a syringe. That seems to be a dud." Bo shook her head, "You're supposed to be my doctor."
"And you're supposed to be," Lauren's breath caught, as she met Bo's eyes, "Fucking sexy." She whispered.
Bo's smile could have provided the Empire State Building with lighting for a year.
But then again, what else was new?
"Did the doc just curse? Is after-hours Lauren making an appearance?" Bo had completely forgotten about her throbbing hand.
"Considering how it is after hours, and considering you're here, I don't see why that's so surprising."
Bo shook her head, "Not surprising, just very welcome, and arousing."
"Just sit still, and shut up while I bandage that hand of yours."
When Lauren touched Bo's hand, she winced, and then tried to cover it up with a yawn. "Punching a window really takes it out of you."
The whole debacle was extremely amusing to Lauren, who chuckled, as she wrapped Bo's wound tentatively.
"Can you kiss it better now?" Bo whined, "Or are you just going to keep laughing at me?"
"After-hours Lauren is tired."
"That's a lie."
"Why would you say that?"
"You're fucking glowing like a Christmas tree."
"That obvious, huh?"
"What got you off?"
Lauren refused to answer, "You need to rest."
"Was it my wanting you, playing doctor, or my bad ass entrance?"
Lauren felt herself blushing, which was not something she usually did, though Bo seemed to make a habit out of bringing out the unusual out of her usually well-controlled character.
"The smile."