Chapter 9

She was in her element it seemed.

Lauren.

The Boss.

She had her eyes focused and her cue in just the right grip. Gentlewoman as Bo was, she let the blonde start.

She shouldn't have.

But self-assured as Bo was, she saw that game in her hands anyway.

She really really shouldn't have.

Boy, her Boss was so damn focused. Bo crossed her imaginary everythings that the blonde would make one single mistake. Those stupid balls just wouldn't stop rolling into the damn holes and all these 'ooooh's' and 'aaaah's' and looks and claps around.

Just shut it crowd!

Damn billiard. Stupid game. Darn balls. She didn't like balls at all. Who did anyway? Stupid geometry.

Freaking... Lauren.

"Huh?"

When did the blonde make her way all across the other side of the table right next to Bo? Like, right next to Bo. Like right in her personal space. Like way too intimate space!

Bo knew all about those three zones. Those distances had to be remembered. The brunette learned early in her teenage life that petting other people's head or hair that weren't your close relatives could be tricky and even if they were, not always appreciated.

The brunette shook her head and looked to the side where a smirking blonde was leaning against the table holding her cue in one and the blue billiard chalk in the other hand. Bo's eyes were glued to the spot of the blonde's upper arm where Boss' skin met Driver's skin and the small hair on her arm danced electrified.

This was not in any universe or milky way or Cassiopeia or whatever called creation of higher powers keeping a social distance.

The brunette's gaze climbed up the smooth skin over neck and throat, oh boy – throat, until she met brown eyes smiling brightly back.

"You're in my way."

Bo stared. She knew she stared. She just couldn't stop. It was just so surreal. This whole scenario felt so surreal. Like a dream. But it smelled more intense and more delicious than any dream she had about her Boss so far.

And even though she wasn't proud of it nor would she ever admit it, Bo had dreamed about her Boss.

Once.

Maybe twice.

But definitely not more than four times.

Okay more frequently ever since that night in the taxi, but she really didn't mean to.

Stuff happened.

Just like yesterday on her way back home when she accidentally drove through the pond-like puddle a few streets away from her apartment and the flood crashed into that garden gremlin of a facility-manager Ernst.

Karma, dickhead!

Maybe now he'd remember to repair the next crisis of a radiator breakdown with at least a hint of professionalism, although she knew that would probably not happen.

Bo heard a voice next to her again. Why so persistent when the brunette was just about to dive into that imaginary odyssey of her very own fantasies.

"Huh?"

Oh boy.

Lauren was leaning forward. Closer. The smell of some most likely very expensive lotion, nothing compared to Bo's two ninety-nine discount body butter, and the soft touch of warm breath on the side of Bo's right ear made the brunette simply happy that she decided to wear that kind of bra tonight.

Nipple alarm!

Her whole body seemed to respond in a very, totally expected, yet, very unprofessional way.

Traitor!

There she was. One moment she was happy to be a strong female character on her very own stage with her Wonder Woman slash Supergirl costume, being proud of her superhuman senses and strength, and in a blink of an eye her cover's been blasted. Everything slipping off of her down to the ground in a slimy green puddle, leaving nothing but her hot, screamingly aroused nakedness behind.

Once again: Traitor!

"You are in my way, Bo."

"Oh. Yeah, s-sure. There you go."

Room. Space. Non-radiating heat. Bo had stepped aside and just to make sure there was enough distance to regenerate, she walked or rather stumbled all the way to the other side of the table. She had to regain her powers and reboot her brain.

This wasn't about losing a game of pool. It was about who had the upper hand in a whole different play that her Boss started the second they met that day at the airport. Or maybe a little bit later. Still, there was a secret battle she couldn't loose.

Bo needed a plan B if she wanted to at least get the chance to win this match.

‚It's time to let the girls out.'

Well not out out but on display. Not like that one time a few years back when she got overly excited about how well Rum and Coke complimented each other until her senses blurred to an extreme she couldn't control much anymore. And flopp, too much fake sun from the bar light installations on Caro after what Bo thought would readjust her cleavage.

Bo had to get back into her role as the predator. A deep breath, a sip of semi cold, half sparkling beer, urgh and Xena was back. Or more like some Xena-like features.

„Freaking game on!"

She watched the blonde get into position to catapult the green ball of hard plastic into the left corner down at her side of the table. Eyes focused on the table her Boss calculated the next move carefully.

Geometry, right?

The brunette was leaning down and rested her forearms on the edge of the table, bending forward just enough for a little sneak-premier of the piece of art hidden behind the curtains of her black, low cut v-neck.

‚Smile and wave, Caro and Linn. Just smile and wave.'

Her Boss seemed either unaware or unaffected of the sight and just when Bo started to question her qualities – bam. White ball hit green hit bank and rolled slowly into the middle of the table.

"Shoot!"

Her Boss got back up to a standing position with slightly reddish spots on the sides of her face.

So that's how it looked like when Lauren Lewis blushed. Proudly, Bo walked back next to the blonde.

"Well that was... unfortunate."

She flicked her imaginary Xena-whip with a click of her tongue.

"Yes. Well, I guess it's, uhm, your turn then."

‚Hells it is!'

And every shot was a success. Within a few minutes the table was empty of Bo's billiard balls and with a little swagger in her demeanor, the brunette pushed the white one against the black one and it rolled slowly down the hole.

Victory. Sweet, sweet victory.

"Well played, Miss Dennis."

Bo had a run. She shot ball after ball into Nirvana and won this match. Proudly she shook her Boss' outstretched hand.

"Thank you Miss Lewis and likewise."

A soft smile formed on the blonde's lips that grew all the way up into her hazel eyes. Bo couldn't stop shaking that hand while studying the features of her Boss' face until the voice on the microphone killed the moment, telling everyone that there would be a ten minutes break until the final game would start.

"I'm going to, uh, use the bathroom."

With a nervous chuckle the blonde left, handing over her cue to Gerry who just came over to set the table for the final round.

A halfhearted 'sure' was all Bo could press out of her otherwise wordless mouth. The brunette looked down to her hand still lingering in the air.

It was unbelievable how good the blonde's fingertips felt on her own skin. Warm and soft and gentle and just perfectly right.

She had shaken a lot of hands in her life and held a few out of romantic relations but she was never left breathless from any one of them. She shook her head and saw blue chalk all over her fingers and the back of the hand.

Without thinking she put her cue down on the table and steered into the same direction her Boss went seconds before. She felt the need to wash of the color and was hoping the cold water would help to refresh her senses again. Maybe though she just wanted to get back into that moment the two women shared before.

When she pushed the door open a bunch of loudly laughing and chatting women swarmed out of the small flagged room. The light was dancing unsteadily from the long halogen lamp in the ceiling. Another light covering the big mirror wall across the door helped keeping the room lit as much as a bathroom in a club can be called lit up.

Toilet paper pieces soaked in water were spread out on the floor here and there. Ink on the doors and walls documented the past visitors like mural paintings. Those wise words from drunk minds scribbled down before, while or after emptying body fluids into the ceramic. Well done Joana and congrats for making it through a whole sentence with only one spelling mistake.

Miss Lewis was just drying off her hands with her back to Bo when the brunette fully entered the room. The sound of wood banging into the frame forced her Boss to look up into the mirror. The brunette walked up closer and stepped next to the blonde making eye contact through the mirror as she did.

"That blue chalk is almost everywhere, huh?"

She smiled a nervous smile when she saw the look on her Boss' face that didn't even twitch. Dead serious the blonde stopped drying her hands and threw the used paper into the garbage next to her never once looking away.

"I mean, w-why does it even have to be blue, right? Why not white or, I don't know, yellow? Although on second thoughts no to yellow, kinda gross, right?"

Bo stopped herself. No need to make a fool of herself again by showing of her skills by naming all the colors she knew. This wasn't kindergarten anyway and she never got the winner candy back then either because one stupidly clever kid named Jo always new one more to tell.

Stupid, clever Jo.

Bo sighed.

Well it was a nice night up until now. She would just keep the good moments in mind and pretend this bathroom monologue never happened.

The brunette looked away and turned the water on when she saw a movement in the corner of her eye. Without any warning her Boss turned around and walked towards Bo which made her step backwards and collide into the wall.

Pressed up against the cold stone the brunette let out a surprised sigh when Bo was trapped between the wall and the blonde's front.

Her Boss was breathing fast and uneven and Bo was staring at her not able to react when a pair of warm, trembling lips found their way against her own surprised ones. It was a soft touch of gentle skin and a light pressure of body against body when the door opened again and a group of laughing women dropped in like a bomb.

The two women spun their head around at the same time, alarmed by the interruption and Miss Lewis jumped a step back gaining some room between them. Bo blinked twice to stop her head from spinning.

Pointing out her forefinger, the brunette rushed towards the group.

"The fuck out! Now!"

The women stumbled backwards and were greeted by a closed door in their faces. Bo's hand was still remaining on the handle when she took a final breath and turned around again. Looking back at her Boss, the blonde seemed flabbergasted and just as baffled of what just took place as Bo was.

"I, uh..."

Bo tried to find words to say, but she failed. Carefully she walked over to the blonde whose face had gotten paler than Bo was used to. She was looking down to her feet when her voice broke the silence.

"Oh my God, Bo. I, uh, I am so sorry. I..."

When the blonde looked back up, Bo saw eyes wide open tinctured with shock.

"I don't know what came over me. I'm your Boss. Employer. I... this is sexual harassment at work... well not work in here-and-now-work, but.."

"Woah, hey, wait a second."

"I mean, how can I just kiss you like that or any other way... it's..."

Her Boss continued bubbling words like 'suing' and 'molestation' and didn't hear a word of what Bo tried to say. Her hands were waving wildly around her and the blonde's eyes moved around to look anywhere but at Bo.

The rant went on a few seconds when the brunette thought it was enough. Bo stepped forward to take a hold on the blonde's back of the neck and shut her off by pressing a firm and assuring kiss on the blonde's mouth.

When the brunette withdrew herself slowly, leaving the warmth of Miss Lewis' skin, Bo found her eyes still closed. Pleased with her work, Bo let go of the blonde's neck and stepped back a bit to give her Boss some room to recover. When she finally opened her eyes again, Bo smiled reassuringly.

It took the blonde a second or two before she also smiled nervously. Bo's heart was beating in her ears and her stomach was totally upside down in both excitement and uncertainty.

She would like to say that she's used to being in situations like this, that she totally knew how to react and what to do next, but, well, she had always kept business and private separated.

Mainly because she never had a Boss she would have so much as touched with gripper tongs, so it hadn't been in any picture ever.

So, no, she had absolutely no idea what the heck she was doing here. The only thing she knew was, she didn't want it to stop. At all!

"No need for a lawsuit, Lauren."

That said Bo stepped forward and back into Lauren's personal space. She kept eye contact when she slowly reached up Lauren's right arm with her hand and traveled further over her shoulder to rest on her cheek.

Leaning in carefully, Bo captured Lauren's mouth with her own ever so slightly until she felt the blonde lips moving against hers. A warm hand found its place on top of Bo's that was caressing the soft skin of Lauren's cheekbone when the blonde put more pressure into the kiss.

Bo felt light headed. Her body was on fire and she had never shared a more arousing moment like that ever in her life. A soft sigh escaped the blonde when the tip of Bo's tongue touched her upper lip lightly and a sigh on her own growled in the brunette's throat when Lauren parted her lips and deepened the kiss.

Bo's other hand grabbed Lauren's left hipbone and pulled her closer. A flood of hot and cold waves streamed throughout her whole body. Their lips where moving together and every now and then their tongues would touch and dance and search for more.

"Bo Dennis? Bo Dennis the final is about to start!"

The what now?

The who now?

"Bo?"

What a timing.

Bo felt their kiss was ending soon. Their lips slowed down and Bo tried to linger just a second longer in that taste and smell of the woman in front of her until Lauren let go of Bo's hand.

Bo didn't want to open her eyes, afraid it was just a dream. One of those dreams that just always happened to end when things got juicy.

"I think you have to win a match."

Swallowing hard when she heard the ruff edge in Lauren's voice, Bo opened her eyes and found a pair of lust-filled orbs staring back at her.

Lauren stepped out of their embrace, stroking back a loose strain of golden hair behind her ear, looking down and up and down again, seemingly unsure of the proper procedure in that kind of situation herself.

"Yeah, well, it could be though that they're searching for a different Bo Dennis. I heard it's a very common name... in... Denmark."

Sighing and rolling her eyes Bo nodded.

"I think you're right."

"Yeah."

Both couldn't find the courage to finally walk out of that bubble. Bo bit her lower lip and took a deep breath about to go and open the door when she turned back, leaning forward and stole one last taste of the forbidden fruit in front of her.

Smiling, she walked out and back into the crowd. If she'd only had a pen. Joana could have learned a thing or two.

"Billiard, baby! I love billiard!"