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January 16, 2014
Richmond, Virginia
Detective Petrovic' apartment
Stacy's POV
They say I don't matter, that my career is over, who I was is over.
They don't know me, they underestimate me.
They don't know where I have been, what I have done, what I am capable of...but they will...
They'll find out.
They'll find out and then they will regret.
how they will regret what they said, what they thought.
They think I'm down for the count, beaten...
Beaten.
Beaten is for those that are dead, for those that have been muted, have been made immobile,
for those that are rotting.
There's the sound of keys, someone opening the door.
I smile.
Detective Andy Dickhead Petrovic lives alone. He's been divorced from his wife Nancy for the last 14 years now. She left him for his younger and much fitter partner on the force. Even back then he was balding, out of shape, overweight. There's a picture from their 'happier' times as proof: him and Nancy on a fishing trip. His belly portruding from under his vest, a ridiculous five dollar fish hat covering up his bald patches, and then that slimy fish he holds up towards the camera as if he's just cured cancer.
It's probably one of the more flattering pictures from those days. Why else would he keep it?
They have one daughter, the apple of her parents' eyes: Mandy. She's got her mother's plump nose, her father's predisposition for obesity, the same vacant look I see in both of her parents. There's a recent pictures of her too. She looks to be about sixteen, just about the right age to get impregnated by the high school dropout who now drives a van around to make a living. She's perfectly poised to carry on a life of mediocrity and struggle her parents have so willingly pushed her into by deciding to procreate.
Petrovic changed precints after he and his wife divorced. He now lives alone.
No Nancy,
No Mandy,
No food in the fridge,
No witnesses.
Just a six pack of beer, me, him, and a very sharp scalpel.
I shudder thinking back to how he stank up the room down at the precinct. That same stifling stench of sweat, beer lingers here.
This one is going to be quick. Simply because I want out of here.
Not because he doesn't deserve worse.
He deserves worse.
The way his foul odor permeated my senses, the way his burrito stained shirt almost made me hurl,
how he thought he could humiliate me and get away with it.
His footsteps halt.
I suppose he's onto something untoward.
I wonder what it is...
Oh yeah...it's me..
I smile amused.
I'm the untoward element.
He's got his gun out.
It must be the window that I left open...that's what gave me away.
A gun...
That might come in handy for later, but right now it's too loud.
It's too early for complications.
The walls in this dump are thin as a board.
I can clearly hear the neighbors arguing.
About money. Big surprise.
I can clearly hear Petrovic breathing,
too loudly, too deeply.
Or is that just the stench and heavy tread of fear?
Fat footstep after fat footstep, his overweight body gaggles and flaps about him.
He's as stealthy as an oversized truck.
My latexed finger runs across the dust on the cupboard tracing a long line. It's almost like writing in the sand.
So filthy.
This shitty, run down apartment is so small, you would think he would know where to look.
He doesn't, but then most people don't.
He has no clue where I am.
I tilt my head, observe his gait as he comes into view.
"I'm a police officer." "Put your hands in the air or I'll shoot."
His voice like his step is telling. It cracks at the seams.
He's drunk. Almost not worth toying with.
Almost.
I switch on the TV with the remote, the volume up to maximum. He doesn't get the time to react. The scalpel to the back of the calves sends him staining the carpet with his blood, the gun tumbling out of his grip.
He squeels like a pig, but the TV drowns out his cries.
The fat pig turns around. Quicker than I would have given him credit for.
Still not fast enough.
I tower above him, scalpel raised.
"Remember me, Detective Dickhead?"
USS Enterprise
Thursday, January 25, 10pm
Lauren's POV
Tomorrow I get to see her again.
It's a thought that's been buzzing through my head all day long at times making me smile and day dream back to those days in Hawaii where Bo and I spent our last two days waking up together and holding hands, stealing kisses whenever we could. Where we got picked upon for our antics by both Tamsin and Ben, but I could see the smile behind their jabs, and we never really minded. It was two days of bliss where Bo and I kept up our morning routine of walking and talking, making each other laugh and smile, and reveling in one another's company.
At night we would fall asleep in each other's arms, and hold one another through the night. Those nights, I would long for her touch and she for mine, but we never took it further than kissing and sometimes not so innocent caresses knowing full well that Bo wasn't healthy enough yet for nights as passionate as we wanted to give one another.
After those two days it was back to the Enterprise and duty for me as the carrier set out on its last leg of the journey back towards Norfolk, while Bo went back home with Tamsin to Washington DC. Knowing Bo would need a couple of weeks at least to regain her physical strength, I prescribed her the standard month of medical leave recommended for pilots recovering from pneumonia. Saying goodbye to her was harder than I thought it would be. Those few days together as a couple had spoiled me and I missed seeing her, missed being able to touch her. Bo was and is like an addiction: I crave to see her, to know how she is doing, what she is doing, to see her smile and to hear her voice.
We send mails and pictures to one another, updates on what we are doing. I got pictures of Tamsin and Bo going to a baseball match, Bo out on a run, and just the odd picture here and there of Tamsin and Bo in their new flat showing me things. They're mostly goofy pictures that warm my heart. My favorite picture is one of Bo in a pub called 'The Dal'. In that one she's staring straight into the camera with a gorgeous smile, her dimples in full effect, those deep brown chocolate eyes sparkling and the moon rock necklace hanging loosely around her neck almost center stage.
I have this silly idea of putting that picture onto my cellphone as a wallpaper...
Still, we need to be careful, or we agreed to be careful, to keep our professional lives and our personal lives as separated as we possibly can. Neither of us felt comfortable sneaking around, so in our correspondence there is never an "I miss you." or "I'm thinking about you." Bo will send me a random pic of her hiking boots or one of her reading the book I gave her. In response I've sent her a picture of the seedlings she gave me and that are growing into beautiful tall sunflowers.
It's our way of saying what we can't say overtly.
Bo writes about how she's slowly building up her running again, how she's regaining her physical fitness, and how she's prepping for the NASA interview. I tell her about life on board the Enterprise, the goings on updates about Sam and Eve, and a bit of the ship gossip.
It's these thoughts of Bo that keep me company all the way to the Captain's quarters. My knock on the door is met with a prompt reply and I push inside.
"Commander Lewis," Captain Grace Roberts says looking up at me from behind her desk. "How can I help you?" She asks as I stand in front of her desk. "I sincerely hope you are not here to tell me I will have to jail another one of my most senior officers." The Captain delivers with a skeptical brow.
"Nothing of the sort Captain, " I reply with a half smile.
"At least I can be thankful for that. What brings you here then, Commander?"
"I've come to tell you I won't be renewing my contract with the Navy Ma'am, " I say coming straight to the point. "I know that legally, I am under no obligation to tell you, but I felt it was a decision I wanted to convey to you personally."
Grace Roberts is silent for a while as she scrutinizes me. "I'm sorry to see you go, Commander."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I appreciate the opportunity the Navy gave me here."
"You are an excellent commander. I trust this has nothing to do with recent events," Grace Roberts asks.
"No, Ma'am." I say shaking my head briefly. "The Navy is a fine institution, and its taught me the value of team work and loyalty in ways and to a degree that I had not thought possible," I say sincerely. "My decision to resign is a personal one. In truth, my decision to join was for the better part, a personal one as well, and I feel as if I have finally been able to make amends with that choice."
Grace Roberts nods her head. "The death of your father, Vice Admiral Lewis."
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the Captain's mention of my father.
"Do you think I would not check up on a hot shot doctor joining the Navy out of the blue?" Grace Roberts asks noticing my surprise. I never get to answer as the captain continues. "You raised quite a few eyebrows when you joined. Someone of your qualifications electing to serve on a carrier? I never knew your father, Lauren, nor the tragic circumstances of his death, but whenever one of our own is lost, we feel that loss personally. I can not begin to comprehend what it means to lose a father under the circumstances that you did, but I am happy you have found some peace of mind."
"Thank you Captain," I say sincerely, moved by the captain's words. "I would just like to say that you will continue to have my very best for the remainder of this mission."
"I have no doubt of that."
"And if I may be so bold,...I believe Dr. Andrews is best positioned to replace me. She is an excellent physician, an excellent administrator and she is dedicated. That decision is, of course, entirely up to the Navy."
"Very well, I will make sure the Navy takes your advice under consideration, Commander. Now, while I still have you here...Have you had any word of Major McCorrigan? How is she doing?"
"She is doing as well as can be expected, Ma'am. Her and Lt. Commander Davies have their NASA interviews lined up this week in Virginia."
The captain nods. "And to think Altmann wanted to ruin that for them as well. Thank goodness she never got the chance. As a Captain I can tell you it is very unsettling finding out your first officer, a woman you have trusted for years, is capable of what she did."
"I can only imagine, Ma'am. Stacy Altmann pulled the wool over a lot of eyes, she was very adept at it."
"Indeed, Commander. Indeed she was," Grace Roberts says, and quickly changes the topic surprising me again. "You have your patent hearing this upcoming week, do you not?"
"Yes, Ma'am." I nod. Not much gets past this woman.
"From what I understand, the hearing is only a formality?"
"We have a solid case, Ma'am," I nod in acknowledgement.
"Good, we can use all the good news we can get right now. I wish you all the best, Commander."
"Thank you, Captain," It's with those words that the captain and I wrap up our conversation and I head towards my room to pack for the upcoming week, and then head to bed.
Richmond, Virginia,
Detective Miller's house
January 26, 1am
Stacy POV
There are a couple of things that are important when you do what I do.
First, you have to love your job..
See...
I can be funny...
Telling you what I do is a job.
It's not.
It's a passion, a calling.
When you do what I do...you love what you do.
That's a given...
Second,
Pay attention now, cause this is crucial.
You love what you do, but you can't get lost in it.
Not beforehand.
There is a time and a place for everything.
And before everything, there needs to be planning,
After planning, there can be indulging.
Planning is something Kyle never truly understood, it's why I lost him, why he slipped up.
Don't get me wrong, I loved him for it.
His passion was so base, so intense and pure, so raw.
My beautiful Kyle was so hooked, so innocently gorgeous and joyous when he took the women I brought him,
When he rutted into them, muffled their cries, drowned out their cries with his delicate hands wrapped around their necks.
...
Always I would watch, operate the camera from behind the mirror in the bedroom.
Then when he was done, I would go to him.
I would climb onto him, my panties soaked.
Always he was hard for me,
he never faultered.
He liked hearing them struggle to breathe.
I enjoyed hearing them struggle against their cuffs, the whimpers of fear, the skiddish nature of their movements.
He and I were perfect then.
Perfection personified.
But then Kyle forgot about planning.
Lust always came first,
and he lusted.
...
That damn brunette.
In college she had the reputation of being a wild one.
Compared to mine and Kyle's tastes, she was boring, sleep inducing.
Kyle had a thing for her, I could see it.
He would stare at her, touch himself when he thought I wasn't watching.
She would laugh at his jokes, do nothing to discourage his obvious flirting.
It was humiliating.
I felt Kyle slipping. Slipping from my control.
That night I found them in bed together.
It's a memory I don't revisit often, or not at all, unless I am punishing those that need punishment, but still it is foul that memory of him breaking our routine, sullying out sacred bond.
I almost let him rot then and there, but then he bound himself to me, he promised himself to me, and the three years that followed were glorious.
Nights of unbridled pleasure and passion.
Nights where we got a hankering for killing.
Not always, but as a treat for me.
Then it fell apart.
Dark hair, dark eyes, full curves.
A girl that reminded him of her...
...
Remember how I said there needs to be planning?
I plan.
It's why I killed the fat disgusting one on the eve of his vacation. Two weeks off, destination some remote fishing location in the Jemez mountains, New Mexico of all the exotic places.
Notice the sarcasm.
They won't miss him for another week.
It's why I have this one, the kids and the wife already dead, tied to the bed, bound, gagged, naked and struggling against his restraints on the eve off a long weekend away.
It's why I have my clean-up crew who won't think twice about disposing what I did and will do tonight.
...
There's something about Detective Miller that makes me want to surrender to the more basic impulses of my psyche.
You see...I truly and deeply long for Kyle,
I long for the crescendos of our duets when we would hunt, catch and prey together.
I long for the way he could handle me roughly, to the point of pain, to the point of violation and beyond that point.
Trust between us ran deep; violation between us ran both ways.
There is something about Miller that reminds me of Kyle; that boyish look about him, those strong, but still very delicate shoulders that suggest an innocence.
I always come prepared, and because I plan...
I get to indulge.
Lauren's POV
January 26, 8am
I eat breakfast quickly and it's half an hour later that I'm inside the helicopter that will bring me to the nearest airport in Miami. From there on I have a flight to Williamsburg International Airport, some fifteen miles from the hotel where Bo and Eve are staying for the week of tests and interviews NASA is conducting. I recognize the helicopter pilot that is flying me over to Miami International from seeing him around. We make a bit of small talk before we take off. I sit next to him, and apparently impress him with what I know of the instruments and the take-off routine. When I tell him I flew with Major McCorrigan and she explained it to me, his smile turns wide and he gushes about what a great pilot Bo is, and how he'd love to be able to fly with her one day. At his words, my heart fills with a sense of pride.
The flight over to Miami International Airport takes a good two hours. When I touch down, I'm quickly checked in and get through customs in a similar pace. It's amazing how fast these things can go when you're pressed for time and you have a senior military rank. The flight from Miami to Newport News takes the better part of four hours, and as I sit in my aisle seat, sipping on my water I think back to my conversation with Captain Roberts. I wasn't lying when I said that the decision to leave the Navy was tied to what had happened with my father, but I have to admit that there is another reason now to forego my career as an officer. These last couple of weeks mailing back and forth with Bo have been okay; the mails were something to look forward to, but this covert way of talking, sneaking around is something I don't want for my future. I don't want to continue having my love life dictated by rules and policies or marred by long missions away.
How exactly Bo and I are going to plan in mine and her schedules and jobs together, I don't know yet, we haven't talked about that. We'll see, but having one of us leave the military will, at least, make things easier.
When I land it's around 4pm, and there's a shuttle service towards the hotel waiting for me when I've collected my bags and exit the airport. The Residence Inn is only about five miles away from the airport and for an airport hotel it's pretty nice. The room is large, the bed, opulent, soft and big, the TV almost as large. It's nice; decorated largely in shades of red, grey and white. There is plenty room for a desk and a smallish dining table. The dining table especially makes me smile.
I pull out my cellphone and turn it back on for the first time in three weeks. There are a couple of texts from Ben that he sent earlier today letting me know he's on his way to Baltimore, that he'll see me in the morning and to have fun tonight. The reminder of having to see Nadia in court tomorrow momentarily pulls me out of my good mood, but it doesn't take long. I quickly type my reply to Ben, and then pull up a text from Bo. It's a message she sent earlier today. It's her and Eve at a Denny's this morning. Her breakfast is eggs, bacon and a side of pancakes. Exactly what I made for her in Hawaii. "Not as good as yours." it says in the tag. I laugh and have a good mind sending back a cheeky comment, but given the situation we're in I refrain.
4pm45, LAUREN: "They use powdered eggs, and their pancakes are from a box. Get out now!";-)
I don't expect Bo to answer me back quickly. I remember that week at NASA as a haze of math, language, psychological and physical tests and no cellphones allowed, so I put my phone that's almost dead on the nightstand, grab the charger from my bag and plug it in. With my luggage open, I take out the outfit for court tomorrow and hang that in the closet. I have to be on the 9am flight towards Baltimore tomorrow to make my 1pm court date. If everything goes well, Nadia's case against me will be dismissed, and I'll be free to spend Sunday with Bo as there are no tests planned that day. Actually, there is no court on Sunday either, so even if court resumed on Monday, I could come back here on Sunday, and just fly back on Monday...
I get out my laptop, power it up and put it on the desk. My fingers make quick work of the flight I'm looking for and about ten minutes later, I'm all set with another window seat. You have to love those flexible frequent flyer miles.
Deciding to catch up with some work, I log onto the secure, remote server of the Enterprise and get to the task of answering my daily slew of mails ranging from a pharmeceutical representative asking for an appointment, and me referring him to our Medical Supplies Officer, to a consultation requested by a colleague on an exotic disease that has him and his team baffled. I suppose this colleague came across my resume and saw Exotic diseases listed as one of my PHD's, but those days in college lay far away and I am in no way up to speed with the current developments in the field. I do, however, happen to know one of the for most experts in that field and send my collegue the email address of one Dr. Benjamin Cooper. There are a couple of other administrative mails that Nurse Stone and Dr. Andrews can answer in my stead, so I leave those marked unread, and close my laptop.
It's getting close to 6pm, and I'm starting to feel a little peckish. I scoop up the hotel menu, chance a look at that dining table again and grab my phone from the nightstand.
It's some twenty minutes later when I emerge from the bathroom, dressed in a long black dress that is no way shape or form as form fitting or as delicate as the dress I wore for New Year, but it is a little more dressed up than the pair of jeans and the t-shirt I arrived in. There's a knock on the door as I'm putting in my earrings. A hotel clerk dressed impeccably in the hotel colors and a golden nametag that reads 'Joe' smiles broadly from behind a small cart.
"Room service, Ma'am. Dinner for two?"
I nod with a smile and step aside so Joe can push his trolley inside.
"I'm just here to set the table, Ma'am," He says explaining while he pulls out a perfectly pressed white table cloth with golden decorations, and goes about making the table look classy and elegant. "And the Champagne, of course. The food will be ready in about twenty minutes."
"This looks wonderful, Joe," I say when Joe puts down the last of the Champagne glasses.
"A romantic dinner table is never finished without a couple of flowers to grace it," Joe says and from under his cart, Joe pulls out one final surprise: a small vase with a couple of white lillies with pink hearts, in them.
"Those are gorgeous," I say smiling.
"They come from the hotel garden, Ma'am. I often tend to them myself."
"Really? What other flowers do you grow here?" I ask interested.
"All sorts of kind, Ma'am, " Joe responds eagerly: "roses, sunflowers, daisies, amaryllis..."
A buzz from my phone interrupts Joe, and draws my attention. I pick up my cellphone. It's a text from Bo and I chuckle smiling.
6:35pm, BO: "You just ruined Denny's for me.."
"Have a good night, Ma'am," Joe says when I look back up. I suppose he noticed the grin on my face as he comments. "Whoever that is on the phone is a lucky guy."
I smile back at Joe. "Woman, actually. And I think it's me who's the lucky one," I reply, my grin still safely secure. "Thanks again, Joe. It's perfect."
Joe grins widely in response. "You're more than welcome, Ma'am. Goodnight." He says again and then turns to walk out of the room. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I turn my attention back to the text from Bo.
6:37pm, LAUREN: "All in a doctor's day work." :-) Are you out of there?"
6:37pm, BO: "Yes, lol! That was this morning!"
6:38pm, LAUREN: "Betcha you had an upset stomach today..."
6:39pm, BO: "No comment."
6:40pm, LAUREN: "That's a yes. ;-)"
6:40pm, BO: "NO comment."
6:41pm, LAUREN: "I'm a doctor. I'm YOUR doctor. You should tell me these things..."
I'm still typing away when there's another knock on the door. I press 'send' and lay my hand on the door nob expecting the food I ordered. Instead I see the dark chocolate eyes, and the gorgeous dimples of the woman that can make my heart stop and start on a dime.
"Bo..." I breathe, raking my eyes over her not really getting over the fact that she's here, and how good she looks dressed in all types of form fitting black fabric...mostly leather..
Oh boy...
"Lauren,...you look beautiful..."Bo says, her voice trailing off. What follows is an inappropriately long stare as is our custom. Bo ticks off boxes in my head that I didn't even know existed, and then some. Right now Bo looks like an updated, modern version of my high school crush Xena and I inwardly curse Ben for being right, and for these very teenage hormones that make me want to jump her already.
She flashes me that trademark smile of hers, a smile so wide and genuine I believe it could end wars and start them, and give Helena of Troy a run for her money. Her smile fills my heart with joy; joy at seeing her again after three weeks, joy at how good she looks, at how those eyes, with a thin line of black eyeliner, have found their natural sparkle again, how her skin looks radiant once more, healthy, and how her features are soft, overflowing with happiness.
Bo finally pulls her eyes away, almost chuckling at herself. "Can I uhm...come in?" Bo asks with dimples in full effect.
"Course," I say realizing I'm standing in the doorway blocking Bo from coming in. "Come in, come in."
"Just...let me..." I mumble as Bo brushes past me, and I reach and find her hand pulling her into me. It's with a sigh that I kiss her lips. I've had to miss Bo for three weeks, to finally have her in my arms again is almost surreal. The smell of leather on her and Bo's scent have me in a small daze already.
"I've been wanting to do that all day," I say over her lips grinning.
"I've been wanting you to do that for the last three weeks, " Bo replies with a grin that makes me chuckle. We kiss softly once more before Bo puts down the overnight bag she has with her and notices the set table.
"Wow, is this for us?"
I nod. "Yes, I hope you're hungry."
"Starving," she says looking at me. Her glance and tone give me shivers, I'm not so sure she's talking about food right now.
"Would uhm, would you like a glass of champagne?" I ask finally tearing my eyes away from Bo.
"I'd love a glass," Bo blinks and nods, and I move to take one of the flute glasses filling it halfway.
"Thanks," Bo says as she takes the glass from me. Our fingers brush briefly, and before I know it Bo's lips are on mine or mine are on hers again. I'm not sure who went for who first or what happened to the glass. What I know is that when we stop kissing, we're panting, she's securely and tightly in my arms, and pressed up against the wall.
"So...MY doctor, huh?" Bo says referring to our silly texts as she nuzzles my neck with her lips. "I like your use of the possessive pronoun, doc," she whispers.
"Oh, I can get quite possessive..." I smile brightly, clasp my arms behind Bo's neck and pull her in to find her lips again. She moans softly making the butterflies swirl in my stomach as I deepen the kiss.
"Gods, I've missed you," Bo breathes.
My heart leaps at Bo's admission. Somehow, it doesn't seem enough to just drone out a generic 'me too', so my lips form around words in an admission I have hardly ever made to a lover before. "I've missed you too."
I want to talk to Bo, find out about her day, how her week at NASA has been, how she and Eve are doing, but Bo's kiss and her touch is something I just fall into. With her arms around me and her lips on my lips or in my neck, her fingers and hands traveling my sides all I feel is her. I long to be with her again. My want for her is building up quickly between my thighs and finds an assertive friend in my actions: Bo moans and I slip a leg in between hers.
"Lauren..." Bo husks, and I know she feels it too; this weight of my thigh against her center, and hers against mine. Our kiss breaks, our eyes meet, our hips rock ever so gently, but ever so surely.
"Dr. Lewis, you're making it really hard to concentrate on having dinner with you," Bo husks in between her tongue probing my mouth hotly.
"Oo, good.. I would hate to think I'm the only one concentrated on something else."
"Definitely not alone," Bo chuckles. "Damn,...this dress...it's so gorgeous on you..." I feel Bo's hand drop to my side, the fabric of my dress shifting on my skin as her fingers brush against it. The dress falls loosely over my hips and legs. If Bo wanted to, she could easily bunch it up and find my skin there, map out my thighs. The thought of Bo touching me like that again is almost too much to bear, so I do the only thing I can think of and kiss her again as if giving her permission.
"You're so gorgeous, Lauren," tumbles from her lips.
"I've been dreaming about you." Another admission, and her hand goes lower, all the way to where the dress ends. "Dreaming about kissing you again." I gasp at her words, agreeing with her. These three weeks I've had to miss her, I would dream about her lips and hands. I would wake up sometimes in the middle of the night, my skin flushed, desire for her between my thighs, the memory of her voice gasping my name enough to quench my need for her.
This though, the real Bo pressed up against me, setting my skin in goosebumps as she kisses my neck is so much better than my dreams.
The tips of her fingers find the skin of my thigh.
"Baby..." I prattle as her fingers travel up higher, her hips rotate against me. We kiss and moan. Her hand is up to my hips. I want her there where I am aching for her already; soft kisses, taking our time, mapping each other out,...we can do that later, we can do that all night long, but right now my body just wants release, it just wants her.
I gasp as her fingers brush my panties...
A knock at the door, and a voice right behind it makes us scurry apart.
Bo curses and I straighten my attire just in time before the door pushes open and a new trolley is pushed through. I catch Bo's expression and have to stifle a chuckle at the glare she's throwing the hotel waiter, a look that snarls "Get out!".
The waiter moves to serve the dishes to us, but I grab my purse, get out my money, stuff a twenty dollar bill as a tip in his hand and basically push him out the door. When the door falls closed behind him, I lock it, and turn towards Bo.
There's this look we share.
I push off from the door and in decisive strides cross the room. It's been too long since I've felt Bo and I need to be touching her already. That jacket of hers is the first thing I almost rip off, she rushes to get her top off, her heavy breasts in delicate lingerie have me gasping; I'd no doubt get lost staring at her if Bo's hot tongue wasn't distracting me. We stumble backwards onto the bed. Bo's fingers are working quickly to unbutton her pants. I help and yank them off before I join her on the bed. Her hands fly to my sides, our lips crash, our tongues explore. Sure hands make quick work of the zipper at the back of my dress. The fabric pools about me and I sigh feeling Bo's skin to mine again. Delicate lips and a skillfull tongue travel from my ear, to my jawline and into my neck, while her hands undress me further leaving fire in their wake.
I pull her on top of me when we're both completely naked and I gasp on her lips as I feel her on my thigh, I feel her hips rotating. We move together, kiss, pant and moan. She feels so good on top of me, moving with me.
I want to protest when she lifts off of me and I lose that connection with her, but her tongue swirls around my breast and I can only sigh. She takes my nipple in her mouth, and I arch my back. Her touches and kisses are an assault that leave my body throbbing for her. I arch as she moves down, I bite my lip when she kisses the inside of my thighs.
My fingers claw at her, at sheets, anything to find purchase now that her mouth is on me.
And gods, what a mouth it is!
By this time I'm off in my head prattling on about how much I've been thinking about her, how I've wanted her, how good she's making me feel.
And holy, does she feel good. Holy Fibonacci, does she know how to do that...
Bo has my body writhing, arching, bending to her tongue, begging for more, begging for her, pleading for release. My entire body strains to feel as much of her as I can. When release comes it explodes from deep inside of me. I shudder, moan and then whimper her name as my muscles contract and release, contract again. She's there to press me to her, to ride out the storm with me and I can't help but relish at feeling her naked skin against mine, at her arousal, that wanton look in her eyes. As soon as I've stopped having to catch my breath, I flip us.
"My turn," I say, and without another word my tongue wraps around her taut nipple, and two of my fingers sink into her delicious core. I wrap an arm around her shoulder. I want this beauty against me as closely as possible. I want her to feel how she makes my heart race, how she makes me feel, how she turns my world upside down, most of all I want to feel her...
"Fuck, Lauren!" Bo yelps and I smirk at how wet she is, at the sounds she makes, at the whimpers and moans I can pull from her, at how good I can make her feel, and how good, right and perfect she feels wrapped around my fingers.
Around 8pm
"I wish I could go with you," Bo says as I lean back into her, our hands interlinked and resting above the sheets. "If only to stare that woman in the face and let her know she can't mess with you."
I smile softly at Bo's fierceness.
Bo chuckles lightly seeing my expression. "Sorry, apparently I have a tendency to go all bodyguard on you, and I really can't stand that woman."
"Well, I would definitely say you have a talent for saving people," I say with a grin. "It's okay," I say seeing Bo's frustrated expression. It really bothers her that she can't be in court with me tomorrow. "It's just for a day, Ben will be there, you have to be here, and afterwards I will be done with Nadia, and we.." I trail off cupping Bo's cheek and reaching upwards. "We can just concentrate on us," I say kissing Bo's lips softly.
Bo hums in the soft kiss and squeezes my hand. "I'd like that. I want to take you out on more dates. I feel like we did all of this backwards a bit."
"We had dates," I say with a smile. "Those nights under the stars, those walks in the Solomon's, on the Norton, in Hawaii. Tonight."
"I know," Bo says. "And those meant the world to me. I treasure those memories, but outside of Hawaii we could never really show how we felt." I nod softly understanding what she means. "I want to take you out on a proper date where I have flowers with me and come to your door and we get dressed up, and then when we go out I want to hold your hand in public so people know we're out on a date.."
"Holding hands on the first date? You think I'm that easy?" I tease and Bo chuckles with me.
"I just..." Bo shakes her head. "I want that for us...if you want that for us. I mean even now, we're hiding up in this room instead of going out for dinner."
"Well, to be fair...I wanted dinner here, so I'd be able to have my way with you," I say with a wink.
Bo laughs at my cheekiness. "Dr. Lewis, you just assumed I'd put out? And you accuse me of being forward?" Bo gasps in mock appaul.
"Mmmhmmm." I nod agreeing, grinning and planting a soft kiss on the corner of Bo's mouth. "I love being forward with you."
"I love putting out for you," Bo grins.
"Yeah?" I smile wide. "Wanna put out now?" I ask with a cocky grin.
"Oh yeah," Bo nods as she pulls me in and onto her lips again. I sigh feeling her tongue. Bo is a fantastic kisser and I lose track of space and time, and get swept up in my desire for her again.
10pm
My hands clasp behind her back as Bo sits in my lap and her back arches. Our hips gyrate in a delicious pace that has us both teetering on the edge of control without falling off of it. Her eyes shoot up, she bites her lip. Her eyes are hooded, her hair looks tousled, a few loose strands of hair cling to her face clammy from sweat. The way she moves, the way she moans, how she says my name...all of it I crave, I take pride in.
Her hand cups my cheek. It's a gentle movement, a soft one, out of tone with how we're being driven by our desires in this moment, but it's as if she steps out of that and just carves out an intimate moment instead. She looks into my hooded eyes, her eyes boring into me. Her look is so intense it makes my heart skip a beat.
She leans in and kisses me. It's a kiss unlike any we have ever shared, and it feels as if she's saying she loves me. Like so many things with Bo, I let myself fall into it. I latch onto that wordless "I love you", and let it fill me with joy. The kiss starts tender and pure but soon enough it spirals into the heat that exists so naturally between us and we remember what is brewing underneath, how near to our control slipping we are.
"Baby..." she prattles when our pace has picked up again and her incredible body is arching and grinding into me deliciously once more.
"I know.." I husk relishing in the way she calls me baby, and how close she is like I am.
Her fingers find my heat, mine find hers. It takes but two or three strokes. It's all we have restraint and energy left for and when the orgasm grips us both, we cling to another, curse and moan aloud when we're not kissing.
"Epic," we say in unison when we fall back into our pillows laughing out loud. Bo wraps an arm around me, pulls me into her as soon as we've stopped panting. I lay my head on her shoulder.
"How about we have our first real date on Sunday? There's no court, and with any luck there won't be anymore court ever, and there are no tests either. I could come back here, and we could spend the day, maybe we can visit Fort Monroe or we can go walking. They have a couple of great nature preserves here."
Bo smile goes wide and before I know it, she's tackled me, laying soft pecks all over my face and neck making me giggle and laugh with her.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Perfect, " she says with a final soft peck. "Eve is meeting up with her twin sis Julie on Sunday so I have the entire day to spend with you."
11pm
Bo eyes me from across the table as we finish up our plate of Chicken Alfredo, and the last of the red wine that went along nicely with it. "This was good...even cold..." Bo comments.
"Mmmm," I hum agreeing with her, looking at her. Some thirty minutes ago we decided we needed sustenance so we got semi-dressed. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pretty much the same outfit Bo has on. Bo fills out that t-shirt a lot better than I do though, and I don't know if I've done a good job at hiding my wandering eyes.
"Thank you for this." Bo gestures at the table in front of her. "The food, the flowers, the candles, the company... It was perfect."
"There's still dessert," I say mischievously.
"Apple pie," I say before Bo can give me that cheeky reply I know was bubbling on her lips.
Bo chuckles. "I can never say no to apple pie."
"I know," I grin, and I grab a knife to cut off a slice and plate it up for her, and myself. We both take a bite, our eyes quickly reconnecting, grinning at the delicious flavor, but Bo is still raking her eyes over me, and the way she is, is giving me goosebumps.
"I seem to have racked up another type of appetite." Bo says in that low sultry tone of hers. "Maybe we should work off those carbs again?" she asks, and then doesn't hesitate when she reaches for me and finds my mouth.
"Exactly what I was thinking," I say as we stumble our way back onto the bed, and my hands are already mapping out her toned stomach.
"Damnit!" I bite my lip as her hand disappears inside my shorts. "Remind me to...always get you apple pie..." I almost yelp as she slides in between my folds.
"Gods, you're so wet honey, " Bo cooes.
"Please Bo," my strangled answer comes. Bo's other hand pushes up my t-shirt, her gorgeous mouth latches onto my nipples, and her fingers slip deeply into me.
Hours later
"Holy Fibonacci!" I pant as we both come down from another orgasm. "Is this...? I mean this is not...? Right?"
"Oh no. Yeah. I mean this is... more.." Bo agrees nodding her head. "So much... more. I mean... I didn't think that last round...But you know.. And now...pffew...
"Yeah," I nod. "I can't feel my legs or my arms I think." I reply. "Still..." I say as I glance over at the beauty next to me. Sweat covers her, her beautiful shoulders, that delicate line of her jaw I have quickly become addicted to, those full lips, that delectable neck. Not to mention those other assets of hers that are placed lower. I have never been this physically attracted to another person before, and I can definitely feel the effects of her presence between my legs.
Bo glances over at me and sees my desire for her reflected there.
"Gods, you're insatiable!" she laughs out loud.
"You're turning me down?" I ask with an amused smirk.
Bo shakes her head, her expression suddenly serious . She catches my lips with hers, moves over me, my hands pinned above me, her lips to my ear.
"Never," she says huskily.
Hours and hours later
Bo and I have spend the entire night talking, making love, cuddling and making love again. Neither of us could sleep. For my part I knew my brain and body were just too wired, too excited to be around Bo again to even contemplate sleep, and I suppose Bo felt the same. Around 5am Bo suggested we go to a local diner together for breakfast. One of the guys at NASA told her the food was great there, that they did an excellent breakfast and it was only a couple of minutes away from my hotel. I jumped at the suggestion and that's where we are at now sitting next to each other in a booth of this quaint family owned diner, our hands intertwined, two coffee cups on the table before us and reading the paper together.
The scene reminds me so much of those days in Hawaii sitting on our favorite bench. Every once in a while we'll kiss softly, or her hand will rest on my knee and I have to pinch myself to remind myself I am not dreaming.
Our food arrives and Bo's colleague wasn't wrong. The diner serves great food with fresh ingredients at great prices, and the service is even better. It's around 6am when we finish breakfast. Bo and I chat about her week at NASA, and how she and Eve have been put through the ringer there, going from one medical test to the next, then to a barage of spatial awareness, pattern recognition, languages, technical information, and measurement tests. Stress tests are part of the package too: simulations that give you instant danger scenarios and test your ability to act cool and collected under pressure. I remember struggling with the high G training, and some of the other physical tests, but Bo doesn't even mention those so they must have been easy fo her. Today is her last day, or last afternoon really; another medical screening as a comparison to the one they took at the beginning of the week, and a last personal interview that evaluates the candidate's experience of the entire process.
"It's everything I've ever dreamed of there." Bo says with a grin. "The equipment they have, the testing facilities, what they're working on,..."
"It's the best of the best," I say with a smile.
"Yeah."
"Like you," I say softly. "A perfect fit."
"You give me waaaay too much credit," Bo laughs.
"I'm biased," I nod admitting. I take another sip of my coffee trying to stave off this tiredness I feel creeping up on me after a night without sleep and a filling breakfast. "Numerous studies show that the perception of men and women in love is slanted. However, my less than objective opinion of you still has a high chance of being accurate, so I wouldn't just dismiss my claim," I drone out a little geekily.
Bo's breath hitches and she's quiet. I turn looking at her. She has this almost puzzled expression on her face before her voice starts up. "You're...you're in love with me?"
WHAT WHAT WHAT! My eyes go wide as it finally clicks what I just said to her. No! No! No! Why am I such an idiot? It's much too soon to say that to her!
"Do you mean that?"
At the sound of Bo's question I look up and stop shaking my head at my own stupidity. What am I supposed to say to her now? Even if I really wanted to I don't think I could lie well. How am I supposed to deny how she makes me feel, how she's made me feel the moment I laid eyes on her, then the second moment she stormed out of my office or the third when she saved me, the fourth where she spent those nights under the stars with me, the fifth where she shared her dreams with me, the sixth where I could see the hurt in her eyes, hurt I had caused and I had never felt worse about myself, or the seventh where she forgave me without question...
I can't lie.
I can't lie, because I know Bo, and what I know I love.
Deeply so.
"Yes," I say. It's terrifying to admit what I am to a person you've only just started dating, but who already holds your heart firmly in their hands. I hold my breath, and seem unable to even move or think. Those moments in between the words leaving my lips and Bo's reply seem to stretch into agonizing eternity, yet I push through because if I'm admitting to loving her already, then I will admit it to the fullest.
"I love you Bo," my voice starts hesitantly. "You're just so beautiful to me... I don't mean that just on the outside...That first night at Clifton House, I let you go. At the time I told myself I let you go because you were gorgeous, and because I wasn't any different than all those other people ogling you, ...but it was more than that. It ran deeper than that," I inhale. "And then once I got to know you,... I couldn't believe that you were real, that you even existed. I realize that maybe right now isn't the ideal time of telling you that, or that it's too soon, but...I... I told the Captain last night that I wasn't renewing my contract with the Navy... I want to move on...with you. You make me feel alive, you make me feel like I can do and be anything, but all I want truly is to be good for you. And good grief, I know I sound like a mad woman, but then I've read that that is what love is supposed to do to you. So yeah, I love you Bo... I'm hooked head, line and sinker, and I'm so sorry that I'm telling you this now, because this is crazy, I'm crazy... We've only dated for a couple of weeks, but you know, the thing is, I feel like I've known you for years, and everything with you feels so right. I'm just crazy about you."
I inhale deeply after my rant, and finally open my eyes to look up into Bo's.
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So...I had a bit of a rant last month about people not reviewing (quickly enough?) I actually got over it in a couple of hours after the first, sweet review from a Guest. (Thank you, Guest!) That rant (-I blame my period, being tired and not enough sugar in the house, also perhaps a lack of playing tennis? ;-) ) was posted under Chap 11 so those people that were wondering why there suddenly was a chapter 11 and then there wasn't...that was my rant...
Anyways...if this little rant above to explain the big rant should tell you anything it's that you guys should obviously review more! ;-) Just kidding, you actually do a really great job!
Koskat: Awe, thanks so much :-) It was really important for me to bring these four people together and have them feel an instant connection between them. One of the things I appreciated so much about LG was the feeling of family there, so i always want to incorporate that element into my stories too.
Joan: Awesome on all fronts. Thanks! :)
Guest: A "thank you" is more than enough. Thank you for your words. They mean a lot! :-)
Palmerised: Eventually I'll have to stop writing Doccubus...but I'll at least try to finish my stories ;-)
Guest: I always write happy endings, so whenever there is sadness, it's only ever a decoy. ;-)
Saphire: Who doesn't like a New Year with a bang? ;-) Especially if said bang is with the right person! :)
Mulder: Good! Glad I got you laughing. Well, all the elements for the 2014 to 2018 leap are pretty poised and ready to go...
Susan: The story needed a bit of lightheartedness and some fluff before the drama. ;-)
Ahsnaps: Victoria is a bit of a player, but Lauren saw right through that act of hers. The Navy you know about now...The rest is now easier to speculate about? :-)
Bahh: :-) :-)
Felicitas: Welcome to the world of reviews, and thanks! Love that you like the story! :-)
Guests: Thankies! :-)
Silvestra: I see that, and thank you again for being one of those invested readers. ;-)
Junetweed: I'm very excited you found the story(ies) too!:-)
JCM: Thanks for the encouragement, especially on a story that isn't your cup of tea. Hmm...nope, the memory loss that plagues Bo is based on the Vow, but other than that there is no real parallell with that movie.
Guest:Your review is awesome! :-)
Shomed: what a compliment! :-)
BlondyRS: Selective? It's not that selective... Bo will forget about a year worth of memories. That kind of time memory loss isn't uncommon.
Guest: I'll see your :-) :-) :-) and I'll raise it! :-) :-) :-) :-).
