Chapter 27 – Level Eleven

A cheerful, five second long, looping tonal ditty rang through Bo's bedroom for the third time in the past five minutes. Bo sighed. Below her – directly below her, in fact – Lauren attempted to sit up.

"Bo," she panted heavily, "I have to answer that. It might be the Ash."

"You're not going anywhere." Bo shifted her hips to juuust the right angle, causing friction in juuust the right spot to send the Doctor's eyes rolling back in her head. Bo shook the aerosol can in her hand and rolled her hips again, eliciting a long moan from her girlfriend.

"Girlfriend," Bo thought, but didn't say aloud. A smile crept over her face – she liked the sound of that word, even though she wasn't sure if it was entirely accurate. She stared, captivated, at the look of pure pleasure on Lauren's face – nope, 'girlfriends' did not do justice to their situation at all.

The ringing stopped.

Bo bent over, her voice husky as her lips hovered millimeters from Lauren's ear. "I had to sit and watch you flip pages in those books for almost five hours, and the entire time all I could think about is getting you naked and licking you all over. Are you really gonna deny me that? After I made a special trip to the supermarket and everything?" Bo shook the can, again.

Lauren's phone started ringing. Again.

Lauren opened her eyes, put a hand on both of Bo's cheeks, and forced the Succubus to look at her. "Bo. I need to answer my phone."

"But I'm hungry…" Bo's seductive timbre devolved into whining.

"Are you aware that the substance you hold in your hand contains the equivalent saturated fat content of six McDonald's double cheeseburgers? And furthermore, that can utilizes nitrous oxide, which can be hazardous when inhaled in mass qua…"

"UGH!" Bo rolled off Lauren and splayed out on the blankets next to her. "Fine. Fine, science geek, you win. Answer your damn phone." Bo slammed the can of whipped cream onto the night stand, and crossed her arms over her chest. Lauren tugged the blanket from under Bo and wrapped it around her body, catching the phone just before it went to voicemail.

"Hello? Trick? It's late…is everything okay?" She turned away from Bo and put a finger over her free ear, to block out the noise of the Succubus' antagonistically loud sighs. "Just give me the short version. Uh huh. Uh huh. What?"

Bo tapped out a beat on her abdomen, and stared up at the ceiling, occasionally rolling her eyes at the 'really's and 'uh huh's coming out of Lauren's mouth. It was a very one sided conversation, and Bo wasn't getting any hints as to what they were talking about. But it didn't matter – she soon found another distraction. The blanket Lauren had hastily wrapped around herself was starting to slip down her back. Lauren was too engrossed in her discussion to notice that she was giving Bo a slow striptease.

But Bo noticed.

Boy, did Bo ever notice.

Before she could stop herself, she was up and out of the bed, right behind Lauren, sliding the blanket the rest of the way off and rubbing her hands across Lauren's back, kneading the muscles lightly, working her way down, down, down to the Doctor's…

"Hey now!" Lauren finally noticed, giving a jump and swatting Bo away with her hand. "No, sorry Trick, I wasn't talking to you…"

Bo, undeterred, bent over and placed her palms on Lauren's toned calves, grinning as she made her way up, up, up, and back to the…

"Fuckbutton!" Lauren sputtered, reflexively. Horrified, she put her hand over her mouth as she gave Bo an annoyed kick, sending the Succubus falling to the floor on her butt, giggling like crazy. "Trick I am so sorry…yes…fill me in on the rest later. We'll be there in fifteen minutes. Bye." Lauren thumb-stomped the 'end call' button and whirled on the Succubus, fire in her eyes, steam practically coming out of her ears.

"Now that's a side of you I haven't seen before. I like it. It's hot," Bo teased.

"You just made me look like an idiot in front of the most influential Fae in recorded history."

Bo laughed out loud. "Oh come on, Lauren. Don't be dramatic. I made you say 'fuckbutton' in front of a bartender. And by the way…fuckbutton?"

"He's not just a bartender, he's the Blood King."

"What's a Blood King? Is that like…the sworn enemy of Captain Crip? Is this a red vs. blue thing? An original gangsta, Westside Eastside, 'bust a cap in yo ass' thing?"

Lauren facepalmed. "I'll explain it on the way. Get your clothes on and wake Kenzi up, we're meeting the rest of the team at the Dal." Lauren grabbed her neatly folded clothes from the chair.

Bo's expression dropped. "But I didn't…you know…finish you!"

"No, you didn't." Lauren buttoned her top and rolled her sleeves up.

"But that's totally unacceptable!"

"It happens sometimes, Bo."

"Not to me, it doesn't! I have a one hundred percent completion rate! I have a reputation to uphold! If anyone finds out they'll send me back to Remedial Succubussing 101."

Lauren stepped into her jeans and pulled them up. "I promise to keep your secret safe from the Succubus Sex Task Force. Wait – what are you doing?"

Bo strode toward Lauren like a hunter stalking her prey. She reached out and grabbed the uncovered skin of Lauren's forearm. "I'm preserving my perfect record."

Lauren stifled a laugh. "Are you going to make sweet, sweet love to my arm?"

Bo rubbed the crook of Lauren's elbow. "Do you doubt my talents?"

"Yes, I do." Lauren raised an eyebrow. "The arm is not the first body part that comes to mind when discussing female erogenous zones."

"You know I've been holding back on you, right?" Bo grinned, and sent a pulse of sexual energy into Lauren, causing her to gulp and rapid fire blink. "That was only a two." She pulsed again, stronger this time. Lauren groaned and swayed unsteadily on her legs. "That was a four. It's as far as I've ever gone with you. But do you want to know something, Doctor?"

"Sure."

Bo winked. "I have an amp that goes to eleven."

"What does that m…HOLYFUCKOFALLTHINGSGREATANDG OODONTHISPLANET." Lauren spewed out before collapsing into a puddle on the floor, bucking and writhing and screaming out obscenities, lost in a sensation of pleasure so intense it transcended space and time and reason – Lauren had no idea how long it lasted, no memory of when it finished. When she finally opened her eyes, all her brain could piece together was the image of a naked Succubus, hovering over her, looking smug.

Much later on, when asked by Ciara to describe the feeling of getting whammied with a level 11 Succubus sex shot, Lauren rather inarticulately put it thus:

"It was like a neutron bomb of awesome exploded in my vagina."

To which Ciara took a deep drink of wine and replied, "Some girls have all the luck." She glanced across the bar at Dyson, and sighed. "You get neutron bombs. I get pin pricks."