So, this took me some longer, but as a little treat it is also a longer chapter. I wrote and re-wrote it so many times, that this is now what it is. I hope you like it and I would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you all again for being so awesome. All the reviews and messages on Twitter are really encouraging to keep my hands on the keyboard. I did write some French words in here (just saying, DomiLewis ;) )
Anyway, thanks to FreeingTheWriterWithin, who read through and through and through this.
Chapter 14
Bo missed Bane more than she would have thought. She missed his warmth and his ragged fur. But mostly she missed the talks they used to have at the end of a day. Well, maybe talk is a bit of an exaggeration. More like one-sided conversation in which Bo talked and Bane listened.
Yes, well, fine. Call it a monologue. If one was into putting a label on everything in life.
It wasn't about the fact that the brunette loved to hear her own voice – although, let's be realistic, it was melodic and harmonic and simply a feast to the ear – it was more about the therapeutic effect of letting it all out.
And Bo missed that!
So, instead she took Sally. No, Bo wasn't there, yet, where she would talk to a device, unless it's that stupid air-condition in her Hummer, which sometimes needed a loving reminder of who the hell had the say in the car.
Bo pushed that music-app on, only to realize that the earplugs were still in the main area, charging in their box.
"Damn!"
She really didn't want to go out there again. Change of plans. No earphones then. Bo pushed on Sally's screen. Music filled the room. 'Chill out session' it said on the cover and the soft vocals of a woman she didn't know swung through the quietness.
„Well, well, well Sally. You know how to sound-machine, I have to say."
With that she placed the phone on the bedside table and made her way towards the clothing rack. Leaning her head sideways she just let her eyes wander over the different colors of what Petra had chosen for her.
With the fingertips of her right hand, she brushed over the plastic of the first three, four, five outfits to stop and take a hold on number six.
A black suit jacket, black suit pants and a dark purple blouse. The jacket had a stripe of black leather sowed into the fabric from the shoulders down on both arms. Another accentuation of black leather at the rim of the small breast pocket, where an also dark purple tissue was neatly tucked into, perfected the outfit.
"She really has good taste, I have to give her that!"
At the bottom of the cloak hanger were seven shoe cartons.
"Okay, if she got my shoe size by measuring it with her eyes, too, she must be some kind of clothing-witch."
Bo took a closer look after hanging the suit back with a mental note to wear this one first.
"I'll be damned. It is my size."
With a shake of her head she moved to the bar. She opened one of the drawers with those dainty little stomach fillers, took a small bag of wine-gums out and walked to the window to watch the scenery.
The deep red and orange colors of the sun's last beams reflected from the steel of the Eiffel Tower. Bo, hand on heart, had never seen anything remotely as astonishing before.
"Paris. I mean. Paris!"
It wasn't easy to fall asleep that night. The brunette liked to cast the blame on the time difference, but then again, eating all those sweet and salty things instead of real dinner might have had a hand in the game, too.
But she was one hundred percent sure it was not because of that beautiful blonde that annoyed the living heck out of Bo with that push-and-pull game she was playing.
Somehow and at some point in her inner argument about why her Boss had or didn't have such an effect on the brunette, she drifted off into deep sleep.
Sunday.
Usually her day off.
So was Saturday but look how that went.
Sally was singing from the bedside table, dancing on the wood from the vibrations. Bo had been awake for some time already. Leaving the windows uncolored was nice within the night. All stars and shit. Being that high above the lights of the city had its benefits, but the brunette had not calculated sunrise in her equation.
A tired face was looking back at her in the bathroom mirror.
"Oh boy. Good morning dark circles."
After some cold water on her still sleepy skin and some brushing through her hair, Bo decided that she wanted coffee before she did anything else.
It wasn't really a choice. She needed coffee. It was her fuel and her gas tank was on that little orange light for far too long now. Memo to herself, she really needed to find a new hobby. Driving a car all day every day started to let her think in weird ways.
Another look in the mirror, Bo readjusted her black 'smash the patriarchy' logo-shirt and her dark green boxer shorts before she walked to her bedroom door. With one ear on the cold wood, she tried to make out any sound from other living creatures – meaning Miss Lewis – in the main area.
Nothing.
Who is up at six on a Sunday anyway?
Carefully Bo opened the door and stuck her head through the small gap.
No one.
"Phew."
The bar was cleaner than Bo's aunt's car, and Bo's aunt had some serious OCD when it came to her car, inside and out.
That one time when she got picked up from elementary school by her mother's sister, the brunette had to wash her shoes. First with a wet cloth, then dry them off with a small towel, only to have to take them off in the end and hold them in her lap all the ride home, because seemingly she hadn't done it right. She also wasn't allowed to lean against the backrest. It was some very intense fifteen minutes.
Bo let her fingertips slide over the cool countertop on her way to the cabinet full of tableware. The cleaning crew must have been there without her noticing. Busy little worker bees.
Brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face – it was still hanging wildly around her shoulders – Bo finally pushed the button of the coffee machine and watched the black liquid fill her cup. She opened the fridge, bent down to take the milk out...
"Good morning."
… and froze by her Boss' amused voice from behind.
"Crap."
Slowly she turned around, holding the bottle of milk tight to her chest. The cool glass made her shiver.
"Uhm, I didn't expect you to be up that early."
The blonde eyed Bo up and down with what Bo would call 'a smirk in the eyes' – since the blonde didn't usually carry much to any emotion on her face, the brunette had learned to read whatever she needed to know from those eyes - which made her shift uncomfortably from one naked foot to the other.
"I can see that."
Of course, her Boss was already up and of course she had to find Bo like this and of freaking course the blonde had her hair done – all wavy and shiny around her shoulders – and was dressed like a normal person.
Although 'normal person' didn't cover it correctly, she looked nothing shorter than amazing. Tight dark blue jeans and a dirty green button down over a white tank top.
That sunset from yesterday could pack it's bag and go home.
Miss Astonishing Lewis.
Wheeeee.
Manakin Bo was applauding and gave that lust center of hers a little nudge with the elbow. It was never too early for some good, old desiring.
"Uhm, I needed coffee."
The brunette was nodding her head towards the coffee machine, her grip on the milk bottle tightened.
"Yes, me too."
The blonde stepped closer and was now standing next to the bar. Merely a stone's throw away, Bo was trying to find that hole in the ground to finally hide in. Her Boss smelled so damn good and Bo?
Well, Bo didn't even brush her teeth, yet!
"Well, uhm, take mine. I'll make myself a new one."
The brunette didn't usually give away first-cups of coffee but that gave her a reason to move sideways and get a new cup from the closet.
"Thanks."
"Mhm."
Bo still hadn't moved a muscle. Her body was too aware of her Boss right now. All she could do was stare to the front while the blonde was taking the cup from the machine, hoping that her nose would stop inhaling the sweet scents of freshly washed blonde hair and Miss Lewis' perfume.
They were again so damn close.
"Will you need all of that?"
"Hm? Sorry, need what?"
Bo turned her head to her Boss who was looking at the bottle in front of Bo's chest.
"Oh! No. Here you go."
Her Boss poured some milk in her cup until it had the right color of brown.
"Smash the patriarchy? A feminist I see."
"Of course! Aren't you?"
"Everyone should be."
That didn't quite answer the question. Her Boss was a pro in that. Leaving room for interpretations.
Finally, the blonde stepped away and walked to the table. Bo took that time to collect herself. She also took a deep breath without having to fear that her hippocampus would continue to tell her cerebral cortex to save the blonde's smell under 'turn on'. Yes, Bo still remembered some from her biology class.
With her own cup in hand she joined her Boss and plopped down on the chair furthest away.
Better safe than sorry.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?"
The blonde looked up from her tablet her hand must have been glued on. Ever since they had set a foot in that plane, she had rarely put it away.
"Didn't I hire you to tell me that?"
Bo was speechless. Mainly because yes, she did.
F-…
"Uh."
In her mind she went through Sally's calendar and those notes she made yesterday, but she left Sunday blank. Maybe it was wishful thinking.
A small smile appeared on her Boss' lips.
"I'm just messing with you. Although I did make you my assistant to tell me my schedule. But it's Sunday and that means it's your day off."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Great, so what are we doing then?"
Bo got excited. A day off. In Paris.
Jack-freaking-pot!
"I'm going to work. But you can do whatever you want."
Seriously? Bummer!
"Oh."
Bo tried to hide her disappointed. What was she expecting? Sightseeing with Miss Closed-off Lewis?
In your dreams, Dennis.
Well, actually it was one of last night's dreams, but it was with some unexpected twists including the Eiffel Tower, a hula hoop and some whipped cream. Bo's subconscious had a mind of its own.
The brunette finished her coffee in silence while sneaking a glance at the workaholic goddess opposite the table here and there. Swallowing the sigh that formed in her throat she went back into her room to change. She wanted to make the day count and walk through the streets of the so called city of love.
"Not much lovin' on this end though," she talked to that now-more-like-Bo-looking person in the mirror.
Not that the brunette was looking for love, just some human contact which included the nudes. Love was a word Bo didn't have the need to even form in her brain, not to speak of feel it in her body. Also, love usually just complicated things and in the end she would find herself in domestic violence just like her mum.
No, thanks.
She didn't do much to her hair. She liked the way it fell naturally around her face and shoulders after drying it. Bo chose a pair of tight black jeans – one could never have enough of those - a black tank top and her favorite dark red leather jacket.
With her black leather boots – that were not really made for walking, but one had to make some compromises in life – she went back into the main area.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw the buffet-like breakfast arrangements on the table. How long had she been in the bathroom? Placing her boots on the ground next to the bedroom door she walked up to that chair closest, which had become her favorite one to sit on.
It just had the right angle to watch the room and the window. Also the air-condition didn't hit her as hard over there and maybe she felt a little bit like Sheldon, that nerd from The Big Bang Theory, thinking about a damn chair like that.
When Bo placed her jacket over the backrest her Boss looked up from her screen. There was something in those hazel eyes that the blonde tried to cover up quite quickly, but Bo spotted it anyway. The brunette recognized that little flicker washing over the otherwise steady expressions. She had seen it that night in the bathroom at the billiard place.
Maybe she did have an effect on the blonde then. Maybe Bo's hormones weren't the only one's in free fall all the time.
Oh holy league of justice!
"I didn't know what you like."
The blonde seemed almost apologetic.
"So, that made you order one of everything?"
It almost looked like a blush. But again, her Boss was a master in her field. Whatever happened to irritate that mask of a face she wore, got washed away within a blink of an eye. But Bo was also a master in her field, which was the study of Miss Lewis. She knew a blush on the blonde's face when she saw one. No matter how fast it came and went.
And, no, Bo was not a creep. One just became aware of the small things when a rearview mirror was the only portal to watch the person in the backseat. Okay, that might have sounded a bit creepy, but what else could a girl do here?
"Yes, I hope that's okay."
Bo sat down with a wide smile.
"Who am I to complain? What are you having?"
"Oh, this is just for you."
"Are you kidding me now? How am I supposed to eat all of that?"
Not that she couldn't. She just didn't want to seem like a human black hole in front of the blonde.
The brunette was staring at her Boss as if she had grown a second head.
Her Boss just continued working instead.
"Oh my Lor-, okay."
The clap of Bo's hands made the blonde jump and look up again. She watched Bo walk around the table and stop in front of her.
"As your assistant…"
Bo got a hold on the tablet, took it from her Boss….
"I tell you today's schedule."
… laid it on a little commode next to the blonde's bedroom door and placed a plate in her Boss' hands still hanging empty in the air.
"I was actually working."
Bo didn't listen.
"Seven thirty, breakfast."
"But I…"
Bo's forefinger flying up in between them shushed the blonde in mid-sentence.
"Am I your assistant or not?"
A soft nod.
"So. Eat. Relax. It's Sunday after all."
Was it a bold move? No, it was pretty much a suicide commando. Job-wise.
Bo let out a breath and sat back down on her chair. Claiming much?
They had breakfast. The most delicious French breakfast American-style Bo had ever had. The brunette had read that the French didn't make such a big fuzz out of breakfast, which was such a shame. They didn't know what they were missing out on. There were croissants and jam and fruits and cookies and pancakes and… simply French breakfast American-style.
The blonde refilled their cups with more of that amazing café au lait when Bo took the last bite of her pastry.
"Have you been?"
Her Boss looked up from the task at hand and followed Bo's gaze outside the window front.
"You mean the Eiffel Tower?"
"Yes."
The blonde placed the coffee pot on the table and sat back down on her chair.
"Once or twice."
Bo's eyes scanned the woman in front of her who was still looking out. There was a sad note to the blonde's tone that Bo didn't like.
"You didn't like it?"
Her Boss took a sip of her cup.
"The Eiffel Tower is amazing."
The architecture? Absolutely. The view? Most likely. But what was it that made her Boss shift in her seat like that?
"You don't seem that thrilled to me."
„What makes you assume that?"
The blonde didn't look up but continued to pick on the rest of the food on her plate.
Bo shrugged.
"Just an observation."
"I just think that there are other places that one should have seen."
Bo wasn't surprised that her Boss didn't want to go into details, and Bo didn't want to pry.
"Oh, you do? And which are those?"
The blonde finally looked up again. Composure all over her features.
"Well, for example, do you like ice cream?"
Bo blinked twice.
"Uhm, who doesn't like ice cream."
"Then you should give 'Berthillon' a visit. The store is on the Île Saint Louis, which is also one of the places I would highly recommend to go to."
There it was again. This lightness in the blonde's demeanor that she had while they ate breakfast and shared small stories about nothing special. It had been really nice. So nice that Bo had almost forgotten that she wasn't on vacation with that stunning blonde.
"I see. Uhm, I don't really know how to get there."
Her Boss starred into Bo's eyes for a long minute. The brunette saw a whole movie of different feelings running across the blonde's hazel browns'.
"You know what?"
"What?"
The brunette was lost in the moment. She could continue with their silent conversation for hours. They had never looked at each other for longer than necessary the past weeks.
"I'll show you."
Surprise didn't even cover half of what the brunette was feeling.
"For real?"
With a nod the blonde moved to the main door.
"Oh, we leave now. Okay, I'm coming."
Bo had to hurry to catch up. Jumping in her boots, she took her jacket and literally ran after her Boss.
"Just like good old times."
They walked through small alleys and side streets. The blonde had a lot of random information and well researched facts about the places they passed, while Bo threw in some good placed jokes here and there.
They walked side by side and sometimes Miss Lewis' hand would touch Bo's naked forearm – she had taken her jacket off to let the warm air brush over her skin – to get the brunette's attention for something on the way. Every touch left Bo breathless and a warm feeling spread from where their skin met over her whole body. The brunette tried to shake it off more than ones, but this tingle in her stomach wouldn't leave her alone.
They took their time to get to their destination and by the time they arrived at the store, it was already noon.
The line was longer than the space needle in Seattle high, but Bo wasn't surprised that they didn't have to wait with the rest of the people. Of course, her Boss new the owner.
After a conversation Bo didn't get one word of – her Boss was seemingly fluent in French – the brunette was in need of a bathtub of ice cubes. As if being next to the blonde wasn't intoxicating enough, no, now she also had to add that little fetish of Bo's into the mix. Mini Bo was basically drooling and caused a heat wave to flood normal-sized Bo's underwear.
She never wanted to have something frozen as badly as she did right about now. Basically anything that would cool down her system and stop those images of inappropriate encounters starring her Boss to run through her head.
Just the way the blonde's mouth moved to form those foreign words and how her tongue rolled over ever syllable. It was already hard enough not to stare when her Boss was talking in a language Bo understood but this! This was a whole different level.
The two finally ended their little tête-à-tête and Bo got her chocolate and strawberry scoops. They even got the ice cream for free, but the brunette saw her Boss rolling some bills of that funny looking monopoly money – Europe had weird Mickey Mouse money – and put it into a small piggy bank at the counter.
It tasted great. The ice cream. It was better than Bo's favorite Ben and Jerry's although maybe that was a poor comparison.
When they made their way back to the L&L hotel the sun had already started to gather its beams and close the office for the day. Only when her stomach started its empty-dance had Bo realized how late it had gotten.
"You know quite a thing or two about Paris, Miss Lewis."
The blonde smiled almost shyly.
"Well, I hope so, since I lived here for the most of my teenage years."
"Wow, you did?"
They entered the building and went towards the elevators.
"My mother was French."
Past tense.
The ride up was silent again. First after Bo closed the main door behind them the blonde turned around and spoke up again.
"Thank you for the distraction. I really missed walking through the city."
"Any time."
Another shy smile. With every day they spent together, Bo got to see another little fraction of that mystery that was her Boss. And with every new side the brunette got to experience, the wilder those feelings and thoughts ran through her body and mind.
"I'll go and work in my room to be all set for tomorrow's first meeting."
"Okay."
The brunette nodded slowly. She didn't want to interrupt the eye contact they just shared. Bo had noticed that the blonde's gaze would linger longer than it was polite more than once within the day. The light brown color of Miss Lewis' eyes had also become a little darker every now and again.
"Okay."
The blonde turned away and walked towards her bedroom door. Bo's legs carried her to the opposite wall and her hand wrapped itself around the cold steel of the handle of her own bedroom door.
"Miss Dennis?"
"Mh?"
Bo turned around to face the blonde again who was standing with one hand in mid air as if she wanted to take a hold on something that wasn't there. Then the hand went back to her Boss' side.
"Call room service if you feel like dinner."
"Thanks, I'll think about it."
Another of these shy smiles. They had something addicting to them.
"Good night."
And with that the blonde was gone. Bo could see that her Boss wanted to say something else but didn't.
„What is it about you, Lauren?"
Bo plopped on her bed after taking off her boots. Her feet were singing a hymn in pure joy of the newly won freedom. Absent-mindedly Bo massaged her left foot.
Scenes of the day playing on repeat in the brunette's head. The sound of the blonde's laughter still in Bo's ears and the soft touch of her hand still tingling on the brunette's skin.
"I don't know how to survive this."
Bo felt her blood rushing through her veins with every heartbeat. She felt things that she shouldn't feel. Things beside the obvious sexual attraction towards her Boss. Things in her stomach and chest that she needed to get back into that little box behind the security fence she had built around it so long ago.
"You have to stop, Bo! She is your Boss. She drew a clear line. You have to stop to act like a teenager and get your shit together. That or you have to quit and we both know that is not an option right now."
A clear line.
Since that had worked out so well the last time.
With Monday there came meetings and shaking hands and showing off polite smiles. Bo was prepared. She had practiced that fake smiling-thing. So she was sure, she'll manage the 'polite' part, too.
Bo was the assistant. All professional in her new suit. It was basically like a costume she jumped into and performed her role. She was sitting outside the conference room quietly and only talked when asked. She was making notes on her tablet, answered emails and set up the last meetings for the week.
Clear line worked out so far.
She took care of the coffee and water levels in the conference room and made sure her Boss would eat at lunch time. Bo found out that once in working mode, the blonde forgot about the most basic things to keep the body up and running.
Bo also found out that the chair she was sitting on was in direct eyesight of a pair of hazel ones, which would look away hastily every time the brunette's own rose from the screen in her hand. Her small desk was positioned next to a glass front that opened the view into the meeting Miss Lewis was attending.
They moved from the conference room to the restaurant downstairs where the blonde was having a business dinner. Bo was sitting in the back of the room alone enjoying her first Quiche Lorraine.
Everything on the menu was in French, so Bo just ordered the chef's special.
After two glasses of wine and a third round of Mousse au Chocolat – it wasn't Bo's fault that the chef served those little kisses from heaven in the size of an egg cup – the brunette finally felt some kind of peace in the center of her stomach. Not just from being sated but also from the victory of getting through the day without any obstacles. Miss Lewis wise.
The clock on the wall read ten pm when Bo looked up from a magazine, she had found in the lobby earlier that day. It was also all written in French, so no chance of understanding the words, but the pictures were nice. It was a traveler's guide and Bo recognized some of the places they've been to yesterday.
Scanning the restaurant, the brunette realized that the waiters cleaned up the empty tables and prepared them for the next day. Bo was the only guest left.
"When did that happen?"
"Between Mousse three and four."
The voice of the waitress setting the table next to Bo's caught the brunette off guard. Startled she pushed her hand over her rapid beating heart.
"By the mother of-… You scared me."
"I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention."
The red haired woman smiled apologetic and continued her work.
"No, it's fine. I just didn't see you there. How do you know how many desserts I ate?"
The smile on the woman's face grew bigger.
"Because I was the one who brought them to you."
Where the heck had Bo's head been the past few hours?
"I'm sorry, I'm usually a lot more observant."
"It's fine. I'm used to being unseen."
That made Bo feel even worse.
"I'm still sorry."
Taking her borrowed magazine in her left hand, Bo stood up.
"Have you seen where Miss Lewis went to?"
She didn't just lost track of time but also of the blonde.
"She went into the lounge around half an hour ago."
The waitress pointed at a thick, wooden door at the end of the room.
"Thank you."
Bo took her jacket from the backrest and hung it over her left forearm. She placed the magazine on a small pile of newspapers on the bar and made her way to the lounge. The door was as heavy as it looked like when the brunette pushed it open slowly.
The séparée was dimly lit up with only a few small lamps in the corners. There were a handful of empty leather seats and small tables positioned in rows facing the front where a big, black piano was standing.
Her Boss had her forehead pressed against the build-in music stand, a glass of brown liquid in the right and the other hand on the piano keys. Her blonde locks had fallen around her face.
Bo closed the door soundlessly and took a few steps towards the piano.
"I said, I didn't want to be disturbed."
The cold and demanding voice filled the quiet room and stopped Bo in her tracks.
"I, uh, I'm sorry. I was just, uhm. I'll go."
The brunette stood still gobsmacked by the harsh sound in her Boss' comment, mentally kicking herself for not making herself known before entering.
"Miss Dennis? No, I'm… I thought you were someone else."
Bo looked at her Boss. A worn out pair of eyes was staring back at the brunette.
"Is everything alright?"
A sudden wave of concern made Bo walk closer until she was standing only a few steps away from the piano.
"Yes. Yes, sure. I uh, I'm just a bit tired."
The blonde's gaze fell on the piano where the fingers of her left hand moved carefully over the white and black keys.
"It was a long day."
Her Boss added under her breath, before she took a sip of her drink. She placed the rest on a coaster made of cork on the top of the black instrument and let her hand linger on the wood when she looked back at her assistant.
"I didn't know this place had a lounge like that."
Bo just wanted to keep the conversation going. There was an awkward tension in the air that made her uncomfortable and the intensity in Miss Lewis' light brown eyes when their gaze met, left her breathless.
"Yes. This is basically my safe haven after days like this. The door is sound isolated and no one comes in when I'm here. Well, usually they don't."
A soft smile tucked on the blonde's lips, nodding towards Bo.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
The waitress must have forgotten to share that little detail.
"No, it's fine. Really. You want to play?"
Bo looked questioningly.
"Play?"
The blonde pointed at the piano.
"Me? No, no. The only song I can play is 'all my little ducklings'."
A chuckle escaped the woman in front of her and Bo was a little bit proud of herself, that she was at least able to lighten the mood. The blonde's features softened.
"Well, that's a start. Let's see what you got."
Miss Lewis scooched over to the right and patted on the space next to her on the piano stool. Bo started laughing but stopped when she saw the serious look on her Boss' face.
"Oh you weren't joking."
The blonde shook her head no.
"Well, as you wish. But I have to warn you. My musical skills end when it comes to playing an instrument."
"We'll see about that."
Bo placed her jacket on one of the leather seats and sat down next to her Boss. The small stool was surprisingly wide enough for them both to sit on together.
The brunette took a last quick look at Miss Lewis, who was encouraging her to continue. Bo stretched out her right forefinger and pushed the first key down. The sound coming out wasn't more than a cough.
"Push a bit faster and as if you actually wanted to play that note."
Bo started again and this time the sound was full and vibrant. A smile made its way on her face. She continued the only song she knew how to play. It was just a silly children's song but hearing it coming from this majestic instrument was definitely an upgrade.
After the last tune had ebbed away, Bo placed her hand to the other one in her lap and turned her head to face the blonde, who was looking back at her with a toothy grin Bo was not prepared for. A blush grew on the brunette's cheeks and a shy smile hugged the corner of her lips.
"Why are you grinning at me like that."
"Because you looked pretty pleased with your work and that was just contagious."
Bo broke eye contact and chuckled, finding her own hands quite interesting.
"I have an idea."
Her Boss sat up straighter and placed both her hands on the keys. Bo was looking at those long and slender fingers. She remembered their soft touch and their warmth on her own skin.
"Miss Dennis?"
"Mh? Yes?"
"I asked for you to put your hands on the claviature, too."
"Oh, sure."
Bo placed her fingers on the white plastic keys. Before she could react any further, her Boss' left hand was laying on top of Bo's moving her thumb, forefinger and ring finger.
"Put them here and play these three notes one after another like this."
With her Boss' pinky on Bo's thumb, her ring finger on Bo's forefinger and her forefinger on Bo's ring finger they pushed the keys down together. The brunette felt the heat from the other woman's palm on the back of her hand.
"Okay, good. Continue playing those three notes. One after one, just like we did together."
Her Boss let Bo take a few rounds before she spoke again.
"Good. Now give me your left hand. Don't stop playing."
Bo had to really concentrate on what she was doing to not get distracted when the blonde placed Bo's pinky, ring finger and forefinger a few octaves down on the claviature. Just like before they pressed the keys down together a few times in sync with the three notes Bo was already playing.
"Perfect. Just keep on going."
Bo wanted to nod but she was too busy staying in the rhythm.
Then the blonde started playing. Her fingers were flying over the white and black keys on the right side of the piano. They played note after note and Bo couldn't stop herself from smiling. It felt amazing. The sound of a song Bo didn't know filled the lounge and everything else that went through the brunette's head was drifting into the background.
Her Boss moved over the plastic of the piano keys with so much graze and passion. Her fingers seemed all over the claviature. From the far end of the left all the way over to the right and as far on Bo's side of the piano as the blonde's arm could reach. The brunette watched in awe and forgot to play her notes for a few beats when the blonde's fingers moved over Bo's and they pushed the keys down together again.
Laughter escaped Bo's throat. Looking at each other with wide smiles, they continued playing.
There was a feeling of lightness in the brunette's chest that hadn't been there for what felt like ages. Her head was only in the moment and her fingers were working on their own without much thinking after a few minutes into the song.
Bo was able to watch the blonde in her element. She could see that same ease in Miss Lewis' face that she felt all over her body. When their eyes met there was that intensity again. Those hazel brown's were glowing back at Bo. It only lasted a few seconds and Miss Lewis turned her head back to the piano.
It wasn't until now that the brunette noticed that their shoulders were touching. Bo felt the soft fabric of her Boss' dark blue blouse on her naked forearm where she had rolled the sleeve of her own blouse up.
They were so close that these blonde tresses were now dancing all over Bo's upper arm with every note her Boss was playing.
Bo was watching those fast fingers almost floating over the shiny plastic of the piano keys. When her Boss reached over and played notes on Bo's side again, the brunette had to close her eyes when the scent of the other woman filled her nostrils she hadn't been aware of before.
Miss Lewis smelled like rain on a warm summer's day felt, even after a long day of work. It hit Bo like a lightning and she forgot to play her notes again.
There were her Boss' warm fingers on hers one more time helping her to continue the melody she was supposed to play. Bo's head moved a bit sideways to give her nose the chance to inhale the sweet fragrance of that was Miss Lewis more deeply.
The brunette felt puffs of warm breaths on her cheek. Slowly she opened her eyes again. Her Boss had leaned in a bit closer with her eyes closed, breathing through a slightly open mouth.
Bo scanned that perfect face in front of her and she was sure, she had never seen anything remotely as beautiful as Lauren Lewis her entire life. Her eyes dropped on those slightly wet lips. She knew she should stop right there, that this was the worst idea ever, but mini Bo must have gagged and shackled her rational mind.
The brunette moved forward. Slowly but certain until the tip of her nose was brushing against her Boss' cheek and the softest touch of Bo's lips ghosted over the blonde's skin right next to the corner of her mouth.
Seconds past and Bo was sure that she just made the biggest mistake of her life.
Carefully she pulled back. Their melody continued to fill out the empty room. Bo moved her hands away from the piano keys and from her Boss' fingers that were still on top of hers. She was about to turn away and get up when the music stopped. A hand got a hold on her wrist and pulled her softly back down.
Bo looked up and caught the blonde's gaze on her lips. The air around them was heated up like a ninety-five degrees sauna. Bo had a hard time breathing. She didn't really dare to move a muscle afraid she could ruin this moment. That the blonde would wake up from what ever trance she was in and run away from Bo. Again.
The brunette stayed like this, waiting for the other woman to act. After what felt like hours the blonde's whiskey brown eyes moved up Bo's face and stopped on her dark brown ones. Bo could see the same lust that she felt mixed with something else she couldn't put a finger on.
"I, uh…"
Bo wanted to speak, say something, anything to bring the lightness back they were having only minutes ago. But her voice failed her.
That hand, that was wrapped around her wrist let go and Bo knew she had run out of time. Resignation spread in her chest but then she felt that same hand touch her jaw line and move to the back of her neck.
The blonde pulled Bo slowly closer, always keeping eye contact.
When the brunette felt the blonde's lips brushing over her own she had the strong urge to crash into the other woman. But she waited for Miss Lewis to set the pace. Bo closed her eyes to only concentrate on the feeling of the softest skin on her own.
Their lips moved upon each other so slightly that Bo wasn't entirely sure they actually touched. It drove her crazy but at the same time it was the most erotic moment she had ever experienced.
Bo lifted her hand and brought her fingers up to the underside of the blonde's chin to encourage her to go on and to just feel more of that skin against hers.
When Miss Lewis finally pushed her mouth fully against Bo's, the brunette couldn't suppress a smile. She had wished for and feared this moment for so long that she couldn't quite place the mixture of feelings rumbling in her body right now.
The kiss was slow and light. As if they were testing waters. The blonde's other hand took a hold on Bo's upper arm and deepened their connection.
The brunette shifted her head a bit for more contact and when she felt teeth gently tugging on her lower lip, Bo couldn't help the moan escaping her throat.
There was no thought left in her brain. Her mind was too concentrated on feeling the other woman's skin and tasting the sweet and salty mix on her lips and tongue.
Bo's free hand had found its way on the blonde's left leg. She heard her Boss' throaty sigh when the brunette drew small circles on the blonde's thigh.
Bo knew they had to stop before this got out of hand, but she didn't know whether this moment would be repeated anytime soon. So instead she enjoyed every second of it.
The blonde kissed Bo deeper and Bo was lost in the scents and tastes and everything that came with being so close to her Boss.
When their lips parted the brunette wasn't ready for the loss of warmth, yet. She tried to get a hold on the blonde's mouth once more but was disappointed to be gently pushed away.
Bo needed a second to collect herself before she opened her eyes to find hazel ones smiling back at her.
"You, uh, know how to play a piano."
There was a rough edge to the brunette's voice.
"You're not so bad yourself."
Turning back to face the black instrument, Bo didn't know what to do with her hands, or what to do in general.
Usually she wasn't like that. Usually she knew what to do and where to go. Right now, all she knew was, she just kissed her Boss and had to more or less share a room with her for the rest of the week. What the heck was the procedure here?
With that thought Bo's rational mind took a hold on her again. Mini Bo was pushed back into the corner and the realization of what just happened kicked the brunette right into the guts.
She had just kissed her Boss!
But more importantly, she had kissed her Boss and felt things. Things that usually weren't in the picture when she made out with a hot mademoiselle. Things that came quite close to being attached and Bo didn't know what to think anymore.
"I, uh. I think I just… "
Bo pointed towards the door.
"Yeah, uhm, yes."
Her Boss seemed just as lost for words as her, not that Bo realized that. She didn't hear the touch of sadness in Miss Lewis' voice either. The brunette was way to deep in her own thoughts right now. So, she just nodded, stood up and gathered her thinks.
"Okay, uhm. See you later then."
"Okay."
Bo left the lounge and went straight for the exit. Fresh air. That's what she needed now. Fresh freaking air and a beer.
A/N: I don't want to tease. Just please bare with me. I just think this characters both have some issues to deal with. But this is all DOCCUBUS. ;)