Chapter 36 - Third Date

Thursday, March 15th, 2018 – 19.55 pm

Outside Bo's Hotel Room

Lauren nervously walked inside Bo's hotel. They had a reservation in one of London's swankiest French Restaurants, which guaranteed discretion. Vex helped; he always knew people who knew other people that could help in any situation. They left everyone enjoying themselves in the bar at one o'clock that afternoon, Bo and Lauren sent little flirty messages. For both of them, sleep was an annoyance and interrupted their conversation. Eventually, the day took its toll on their bodies, and sleep won. The last message was that Lauren would pick up Bo from her room at her hotel.

Lauren was quickly ushered upstairs, again another back elevator. Before too long, she was standing in front of Bo's door. It had been a long time since Lauren had dated, and even longer flirting with anyone. It had been easy to flirt by text, but would she be as good in person. It was so much easier to fall into a physical relationship with Bo than to simply date her.

Bo heard the knock and froze. Regretting the decision not to call a dealer one last time. Her palms were sweaty. Bo had been on many dates the past year, but all of them she called up from an agency and were not actual dates. They were just paid companions that always ended in sex, so the need for flirting wasn't necessary. This was different; it was with Lauren and was an actual date.

Bo opened the door and smiled, Lauren stood holding flowers, and it was adorable, "Hello."

Lauren took in the sight of her date. She was breathless, the plunging neckline of Bo's dress drawing attention to her well-rounded breasts; she looked beautiful. "Hello. These are for you." Lauren handed Bo the flowers, a bouquet of magenta lilacs and pink chrysanthemums.

"Thank you." Bo lightly sniffed their fragrance, "They're beautiful; what are they?"

"Chrysanthemums and their meaning is honesty," Lauren stated. "And lilacs."

Bo blushed and picked up her bag, "Didn't realise you knew so much about flowers."

Lauren smiled, "I asked the florist. Lilacs symbolise love and passion."

"Honesty, love and passion, you have chosen well." Bo carefully placed them on the counter, "So, where are you taking me?"

"That's a surprise." Lauren held her arm, and Bo linked hers in it, leaving the hotel via the maintenance lift and out the back door to the waiting cab.

"And in case I forget to tell you-" They both said in unison once in the cab.

"Sorry, you go," Bo added quickly.

"Well, it's an 'us' thing to say, isn't it?" Lauren smiled as she sat next to the love of her life. Bo nodded. "In case I forget to tell you later, I had a perfect night." It had been something they both had said to each other before and a phrase they knew would be a part of their relationship for a long time.

Bo licked her lips. Lauren was wearing a long maroon halter neck dress, hair over one shoulder, and her slender curves hugged in all the right places. They sat in the back seat, facing each other with knees touching. Bo pulled Lauren's hand into her lap. "I had a perfect night with you too."

Pulling up outside La Chappelle, Lauren rushed to open Bo's door for her. Sat on the edge of Battersea Park, La Chappelle dominated the street. It was a popular joint with its doormen outside, ready to evict anyone that didn't suit the bohemian hang-out. Lauren and Bo approached the door, and the doormen opened it immediately and smiled as they walked past. They followed the long époque bar to the dining room. Lauren presented herself to the girl on arrival, and they were shown their table, which was a discreet booth to the side of the room.

"This place is beautiful, Lauren." Bo looked around at the chandeliers and the exquisite décor. "You didn't need to take me anywhere this fancy. I would have been happy with a regular restaurant."

"Don't be silly." Lauren answered, "You deserve the best."

The waiter came over and presented them both with menus. "Would you like to see the wine list?"

"Bo, do you want wine?"

"You choose," Bo replied.

Lauren took the menu, and her eyes widened at the right-hand column, the prices. The cheapest bottle was almost a hundred pounds. Lauren swallowed, fuck. At least she had a credit card.

"Bo, erm, do you have a preference?" Lauren handed her the list.

Bo spied the menu and the look of pure panic in Laurens' eyes. "Two gin and tonics will be fine, thank you."

The waiter nodded.

Bo looked down at the food menu, "Have you chosen what you would like to eat?"

Lauren opened her menu and saw that the food prices were just as high, "I'm intrigued to what could be in a twenty-eight-pound side green salad." Lauren laughed, and Bo joined in.

"I don't know why you chose this place." Bo replied, "Did you just google expensive French restaurants?"

"Kinda," Lauren admitted, head down. "I wanted to make a good impression."

"I don't need you to take me to a place like this to impress me, baby." Bo's eyes shot up to see a smile form over Laurens' face, who obviously heard her words of endearment.

"Baby," Lauren grinned. "So I guess our date is going well?"

"Yes, but take that smug grin off your face," Bo leaned into the table to briefly hold Lauren's hand, "or I'll order the butter lobster."

Lauren stopped grinning, found the lobster on the menu, and noticed the price, "Deal."

They both ordered their meals, neither having a starter or a side dish, simply settling on one main course each. When it arrived, it was incredible. Lauren likened it to an orgasm in her mouth, which caused Bo to blush a crimson red. The only criticism was the portion size. It was tiny. They decided on a dessert, both still feeling hungry and ordered a few more drinks to compensate.

During the meal, they talked about their day. It had been a problematic twenty-four hours for them both; so much had happened. They discussed every part of the day, and Lauren was honest in her replies. Bo respected her more for her honesty and how much she literally put on the line for her job. Bo read lines for a show and complained about her pressures. Lauren reached over and held her hand.

"We don't compare each other, Bo." Lauren softly spoke, "You have just as much pressure as I do. But now you have me, and I will look after you. I promise."

"You can't look after everyone, baby. You already take on Vex, and he must be a handful." Bo joked, "But seriously, I will get professional help. I have some issues that I need to deal with. My first step will be to admit them and then accept support. I still have commitments here that I will keep. I have two television interviews and four radio chat shows. They will ask about my past habits, and I think I should finally be honest. Evony said it would be career suicide, but I disagree. I want to get all the secrets and lies out."

"I get it." Lauren answered, "A fresh start, but what issues are you talking about?"

"Lauren, I've lied to you." Bo held Laurens' gaze. "Until a week ago, I took cocaine every day to feel alive, followed by prescription pills to help me sleep it off. I have a drug problem."

"And how are you feeling now?" Lauren asked.

"Honestly, like I don't need it." Bo smiled. "I nearly called someone for tonight, but I didn't." She continued to tell her story of when she first started using drugs and the battles she had over the years with rehab and therapy. Lauren listened, holding Bo's hand throughout their conversation, only pulling away when the waiter returned. Neither wanted anything else, so Lauren asked for the bill.

"Let me get this one," Bo said when it was placed on the table.

"No, I asked you out; therefore, it's my treat." Lauren opened the bill, and it was not as bad as she imagined, and she knew that Bo had purposely ordered the cheaper dishes. She placed her credit card in the leather wallet and handed it back to the waiter.

"I will open up about the drugs. I feel vulnerable, and without Evony behind me, it could get messy. But I need to tell my story and then get help, maybe try rehab again, but I want to clean up this time. I have a reason to."

Lauren listened to every word, proud to hear about her taking responsibility for her past actions. Lauren agreed that her audience should know it wasn't a suicide attempt. Still, it also wasn't mistakes made in prescribed medicine. It was a cry for help, and as such, Bo would reveal that she would be taking a short hiatus and quitting the show. Lauren explained that those who mattered wouldn't mind, and those who would mind didn't matter. That made her smile, and Bo felt again relaxed in Lauren's company and her decision.

"I will be with you at every step." Lauren pulled Bo into a brief, friendly hug, "It will all be okay."

"Thank you, Lauren." Bo stood when Lauren did. Fingers lingered by their sides, occasionally grazing each other as they walked out of the seating area. Wanting to touch or hold. Still, too many people with camera phones, and until official announcements were made, they had to be discreet. "At least let me buy you a drink at the bar."

"That would be nice."

After another few drinks, all of which Bo paid for, they reluctantly ended their night and left. The restaurant was not far from Bo's hotel, and it was a beautiful night, so they decided to walk back. As soon as they were outside, Lauren opened her palm out to Bo, which she took, and they strolled hand in hand back along the streets of London. They stopped at a few shops to look at the window display. Bo explained that her clothing contracts were up for renewal and was undecided on whom she would commit to wearing next.

This revelation made Lauren laugh, "So, people who can afford the clothes are given to them, and those who can't have to buy them."

"It's the world we live in, my dear." Bo looked at Lauren, who was hiding another smile.

"My dear," Lauren grinned, "I guess I'm doing okay on this date."

"So far, so good," Bo bumped her shoulder to Laurens'. "So, tell me more about young Lauren. I like learning about you. Normally you are so guarded."

"I wouldn't agree," Lauren replied, "I'm just not used to people asking about me. No one has ever cared."

"Well, I care." Bo stepped in front of Lauren and walked backwards. "How old were you when you had your first kiss, and who was it with?"

"I was six," Lauren quickly replied, "and are you asking if it was a boy or a girl?"

Bo laughed and answered, "Yes".

"And you meant proper kiss on the lips." Lauren clarified.

Bo nodded.

"Then yes, I was six," Lauren answered." It was with a girl. I kissed boys later in life, but I didn't like it as much."

Bo laughed again, louder, and until her cheeks hurt, "You minx." Walking back into step with Lauren.

"What can I say? I was an early starter." Lauren rested her head on Bo's shoulder as she walked, pulling herself tighter to her body. The air had got colder, and it felt natural to hold onto Bo for warmth. "That confidence never lasted. As I grew older, I became more awkward. What about you?"

"You never seem awkward with me," Bo replied, holding Lauren in place. "I was about eight or nine, and it was on the Due South set with an actor called Michael Matthews. Now that was awkward. I'd rather; what's that word you used," Bo searched her memory bank, "snog. Back then, I would've rathered snog the girl who played his sister, Penny Potter."

Lauren laughed, "Penny Potter? Is that her real name?"

"It was, but she's since changed it." Bo laughed with Lauren, "And I wouldn't want to kiss her anymore. She's my nemesis, always going for the same roles, and now I hear that she's getting a cameo part in Vixens. I swear that woman is just taunting me. Not that it matters to me anymore."

"So, you don't want to kiss her anymore," Lauren blushed, "As I get all kinds of jealous."

"Jealous and an awkward kisser," Bo turned Lauren around and found her tickle spot, making her squirm in the street, "aren't you a good catch."

Lauren stopped them outside Bo's hotel, just under a nearby tree, away from prying eyes. "Thank you. I had a wonderful evening."

"Me too. Thank you for a perfect date." Bo pulled her toward her and relaxed her arms around her waist. Lauren placed her hands over Bo's shoulders.

"Let's me help you with your kissing awkwardness." Slowly Bo leaned in for the softest kisses, a collection of small pecks and sensual brushes over Lauren's lips. Each time Bo pushed for a little more but found that Lauren was holding back a little.

Lauren felt Bo's tongue on her lower lip, and her legs weakened. It was all that was needed to take her over the edge. The sign she was waiting for as she pulled Bo's head closer and brought her lips crashing down on her own. At that moment, owning her, taking back what once was hers. It could have been hours or merely minutes before they broke away as if time had stood still. With swollen lips and entirely out of breath, they bowed their heads against each other while steadying their breathing.

"Lauren." Bo husked.

"U-hum," Lauren replied, voice dripping with desire.

"Was this our third date or second?"

"Technically, our second," Lauren replied, "Unless you include kidnapping as a date. Why?"

"Oh, nothing," Bo moved a fraction away to look in her eyes, "I have this third date rule."

Realising what Bo meant, she quickly added, "Actually, come to think of it, I took you for a day shopping date. And a karaoke pub date, so this would count as the third, yes, even if you didn't want to include a bit of kidnapping."

"Kidnapping definitely doesn't count as a date, Agent Lewis. Although it was, in parts, sexually arousing watching you kick ass." Bo laughed; she enjoyed teasing Lauren. "Would you like to come up for a nightcap?"

Lauren could barely contain her excitement and nodded like an enthusiastic dog, making Bo laugh. Bo took her by the hand and went inside the hotel and up the maintenance elevator to her room. As soon as they entered, they continued their kiss. Making up for all the lost times they had been together and not kissing.

Breaking away slightly, still holding each other close. "Would you like a drink? I've even asked for tea to be restocked in my dresser."

Lauren laughed. "Not now, Christ, my body will explode unless we are naked soon. But I do love a brew in the morning."

Bo smiled and held Lauren close, "morning?"

"And then some." Lauren bit her lip and took Bo's face in her hands, looking directly at her. "Bo, I am so sorry for everything. But I need you to know I'm staying for as long as you want me or need me to. I will never walk away from you or us again."

Bo kissed Lauren and so desperately wanted to believe her, but something still held her back, "Please don't make a promise you can't keep, Lo."

"I am determined that I will keep this promise, Bo and be the person who deserves to be with you." Lauren cupped Bo's face in the palms of her hand. "When you said girlfriend earlier, I was spooked. I won't lie to you. But then it sunk in, and there is nothing in the world that I want more."

Bo didn't know what made it happen, didn't know what had changed between them, but in her words, Bo felt more love than she had ever known. "Lauren, please don't hurt me. And I promise you that I won't walk away either."

"Your heart is safe with me." Lauren kissed Bo lightly, "However, your body will be pushed to every sexual height. You will scream my name, begging for release, and shudder when you orgasm as every cell implodes."

Bo felt incredibly turned on, already feeling wet, the muscles flowing the warm liquid between her legs. She grabbed Lauren and kissed her while stepping her back towards the bed. They fell effortless onto it, and Bo mounted her. Her anticipation was already excited by her lover's touch.

They kissed slowly and undressed even slower. Every ministration was excruciatingly delicate. Each taking time with each other. Lauren mapped every inch of Bo's body with her lips, savouring the touch, the feel and reclaiming it as hers. She needed to do something to show the love she felt for her and the promise that she would never hurt her again.

So much was portrayed they made love. They were back in the safety of each other's embrace. Both knew that it was where they belonged and would never let it go. Lauren kept her promise. Bo screamed her name several times that night and had more orgasms than she could count. She felt both claimed, and that's he had herself reclaimed Lauren. It was only them at that moment. And in it, they both felt invincible. Falling asleep in each other's embrace, Lauren the big spoon, protectively holding onto her little spoon, Bo.

Friday, March 16th, 2018 – 04.20 am

Bo's Hotel Room

Lauren woke a few hours later, turned her head to find Bo still by her side, arms wrapped around her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt great. Lauren turned slowly, propped herself up on her elbow and kissed the side of Bo's head. Gently she edged out of bed, careful not to wake her love and took a water bottle from the fridge. Not able to sleep, too much running through her mind and dressed in only her underwear and a t-shirt, she worked out on the floor, stomach crunches, push-ups, lunges, and squats. Her muscles ached from earlier, but she had the energy to burn and exercise helped.

"Is that how you keep yourself so toned?" Bo sat upright in the bed, smiling down at Lauren.

Lauren climbed back onto the bed, "Well, you want a girl who looks good on your arm at your swanky events and premiers?"

Bo hid her smile behind her hand, "So you're planning on being a public girlfriend? Are you really ready for all the media attention?"

"Well, I might need some coaching first, but I will strike a pose for you." Lauren pretended to pose for cameras until Bo pulled her under her and tickled her sides.

"You have something on your lips; let me get it with mine." Bo leaned down and kissed Lauren.

"God, I missed kissing you," Lauren said between kisses. Seeing Bo's eyes fleck blue, she knew exactly what she was thinking. "Ready for round four, or is it five?"

Bo bit her bottom lip and tried not to smile. "You're counting?"

"Only the mind-blowing orgasms," Her butterflies were making their customary flight with the thought of doing it all again with Bo.

"I'll still be gentle," Bo responded. "Your body looks so delicate, bruised and fragile."

"Maybe I'mmm not ready for multiple positions, but it doesn't mean I won't bend youuu like Beckham." Lauren loved how her words affected Bo as her eyes flecked blue again, and she heard her groan. Bo lunged forward and brought Laurens' mouth to hers. She felt like a fire had swept through her body from that single ignition point.

Lauren was naked again within seconds, her clothes discarded where they were pulled off and flung, never once breaking their kiss. Bo fell back into the softness of the enormous bed, using her feet to pull them further up, Lauren kneeing over her and following her.

Lauren moved her hand down Bo's sides and lay next to her, placing her leg over her stomach. Using her free hand, she caressed Bo's breast. Lauren tentatively kissed Bo's face, down to her sensitive spot where her neck met her collarbone and sucked in her soft skin.

Bo took hold of Lauren's wrists and twisted so that she was on her back, with her hands above her head. All in one swift motion. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Lauren didn't hesitate to reply, "completely."

"Stay right here," Bo walked toward the bathroom, returning with both ties from the dressing gowns, "I want to try something with you. You can be a bit uptight."

"Uptight? really," Lauren added."Are you going to tie me up?"

"Well, we don't have to if you're not comfortable. It's just my way to show you—"

Lauren interrupted her, "Tie me up. I trust you. Do I need a safe word?" Lauren had her hands above her head and wiggled her eyebrows.

"No, but if you want one, say succubus." Bo tied one wrist, snaked the tie between the panels in the headboard and attached her other wrist. The second tie was used to cover Laurens' eyes. "I know you can probably get out of these, but please don't."

Lauren nodded, she wouldn't admit that the knots were tight, and she would struggle to get free if she wanted to.

"Many people think there are five senses, but neurologists count twenty-one." Bo placed gentle kisses down Laurens' neck, collarbone and then down the valley between her breasts to her washboard stomach. Each kiss she felt as Laurens' skin twitched in reaction. "Your other senses include skin, thirst, hunger, balance, movement and temperature."

Lauren swallowed hard, unable to form words, enjoying the new sensations from Bo.

Bo positioned lower and gently blew warm air on Laurens' stomach, "My favourite is skin senses. When it takes only the lightest of touches to cultivate the tiny hairs on the skin. The same sense happens when something moves you, like a piece of music or watching something emotional."

Lauren groaned.

Bo blew warm air on Lauren again, this time further down. Lauren arched her back, wanting more, feeling so turned on by Bo's delicate touches. Using the tips of her fingers only, Bo traced Laurens' body, following each stroke with a hot kiss. The bed adjusted slightly, and Lauren guessed that Bo had shifted. Her suspicions were correct when she returned and was instantly greeted with an ice cube teasing her inner thigh. A hot kiss, frozen ice cube and Bo's warm breath all mix together in different places making Laurens' body ache for more. Lauren could not see where Bo would go next, and the thrill of not knowing teased and excited her. She felt Bo's breath on her inner thigh again and unashamedly moaned for Bo to touch her.

Instead, the ice cube was placed on her pubis, and melting ice trickled down between her folds. The ice cube followed the water trail and was soon taken in Bo's mouth, a new sensation of hot kisses with cold ice and soft lips penetrating her sex.

"Ah god, this feels so good. Please don't move."

Bo ignored her pleas and instead moved back up Laurens' body, continuing with soft, delicate touches, making her lover moan louder each time. Laurens' body lifted from the bed, desperate to touch anything to get her release. Bo reached her earlobe, gently sucking on it, before moving to her mouth and capturing it with her own.

Momentary, Bo lifted away, "You're beautiful, Lauren." Bo scanned over her lover's body and used her fingertips to caress her toned skin.

Lauren had senses overdrive, feeling a mixture of kisses, strokes, licks, nips and sensual sucking all over her body. Bo was gentle; she took her time, covering every inch. She brought her close to release several times by caressing her nipple, neck, and even hips until she finally reached her sex, and Lauren imploded.

Laurens' orgasm was like no other. It lasted longer than usual and was repeated over and over again. Bo untied Laurens' hands and propped herself up on one elbow.

"This has to be the best third date of my life." Lauren panted.

Bo blushed and buried herself into Laurens' chest. "Mine too."

They continued their lovemaking long into the night, with Lauren rewarding Bo for her senses show with a mind-blowing orgasm of her own.

There was no rush, no proving anything, no tomorrow or yesterday; there was only this night. They fell back asleep, Bo this time as the big spoon holding onto Lauren, her little spoon.