One Shot Summary: Bo sneaks into Lauren's place and surprises her with a home-cooked meal. Talk of domestic bliss and who would be whom in the relationship if they were married ensues.

Bo opened the door to Lauren's apartment, cringing as it squeaked ever so slightly. The sound itself wasn't that loud but in her head and in the silence of the room, it was deafening. The brunette mentally cursed the door as she opened it even more; swearing that if it squeaked again she would send it to the wood chipper.

It briefly registered in her head that she was threatening an inanimate object but in the grand scheme of things, that didn't seem to matter too much.

She snuck into the room and closed the door as quietly as she could, though from the looks of things, it seemed that Lauren wasn't even home yet. "Lauren?" The brunette called out hesitantly, but got no response. "Babe, you home?" She asked a little louder, glancing around the room as if Lauren would just magically pop out from behind the couch or from thin air.

When that garnered no response, she sighed in relief before slipping out of her jacket and setting it on the couch. Glancing one last time at the door, Bo cracked her knuckles and headed towards the kitchen.

In all honesty, the brunette probably shouldn't have ever been allowed in a kitchen. A lot of her cooking tended to result in spontaneous fires, chunks of blackened and rock hard substances or in some cases, an almost deadly case of food poisoning.

It was because of her horrendous cooking skills that she and Kenzi had learned to adapt to and survive on a diet consisting solely of takeout food and liquor. And, on occasion, when Lauren's nerves were putting her in a tizzy, they would gorge themselves on whatever desserts the doctor baked.

But Bo could only take so many jabs at her cooking skills before she attempted to make a legitimate and food poisoning proof meal. It had started a little over two months ago with little dishes. Dishes and foods that even the worst cooks in the world could make.

The beginning meals consisted of a lot of pasta because if there was one thing Bo couldn't mess up; it was boiling water and cooking pasta. Macaroni and cheese, spaghetti, linguine then lasagna until she had mastered a large array of pasta-centric dishes. Next, she tackled the meals that consisted primarily of meat.

Steaks, meatloafs, meatballs, lobster (though she would never attempt that one again, at least not while Kenzi was around because the goth girl swore she could hear the crustacean screaming out in pain), baked chicken, stuffed chicken, all of it was cooked until it was done to perfection.

Truthfully, had it not been for the food network, she probably wouldn't have been able to make even the simple mac and cheese. But luckily for her, she did have the channel and she utilized it as much as she could.

Which brought her to the present, where she stood in Lauren's kitchen, a countertop full of ingredients and a ridiculous apron on, as she attempted to surprise her girlfriend with a home cooked meal. For the briefest of moments the image of Aife standing in the clubhouse kitchen wearing a similar apron assaulted her memory, but she pushed it away and instead focused on the task at hand.

One large gulp of wine later and Bo was ready to begin making dinner.

The brunette turned the stove on and started to heat up her pans before turning to the vegetables that lay on the counter. She grabbed a knife, feeling a strange sense of comfort as she wielded the sharp object.

Her cuts were surprisingly meticulous as she sliced and diced each vegetable, her eyes every so often checking the recipe she had before resuming her task.

Twenty or so minutes after getting there, Bo was nearly done. And with no cuts or fires to be reported, she felt an odd sense of accomplishment. The chicken was cooked, the noodles and sauce were finished and all that was left was mixing the two and setting the table.

No sooner had she turned off the stove had Lauren walked through the door, her shoulders slumped and her eyes darkened from lack of sleep. Just looking at the tired blonde, Bo was never happier to have secretly improved upon her cooking skills.

It felt nice to be able to do something for Lauren for a change; a sense of giddy pride swelled within her at the thought. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that cooking dinner probably shouldn't make her feel so excited, but she pushed that aside and focused instead on how good it felt to bring something to the table, even if it was just a plate of homemade chicken linguine.

Lauren rolled her neck and shoulders, her muscles stiff from hunching over a microscope all day. Her day had been nothing out of the ordinary, nothing was any more strenuous or pertinent than it usually was but for some reason, she felt more exhausted today.

After dropping her bag on the couch, the smell of food suddenly had her stomach growling and her feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

The sight before her had her momentarily stunned; the need to rub her eyes to ensure it wasn't a hallucination brought on by fatigue and sleep deprivation overwhelming her. As far as Lauren knew, Bo wasn't much of a cook. The blonde wasn't quite sure if it was from a lack of skill or just lack of interest but she knew that much of Bo's diet consisted of takeout. So, to see the brunette in her kitchen, in an apron no less, making dinner for them both was more than a little shocking.

Lauren walked up behind her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around the taller woman's waist, peering over her shoulder to see what smelled so great.

"Hey, you." Bo greeted, her hands covering Lauren's, which still lay around her waist.

"Hey, yourself." Lauren replied easily, the stress and fatigue from her day fizzling away as she soaked up the comfort Bo always seemed to bring her. "You made dinner?"

The succubus smiled, "Yeah, I figured you could use a reprieve from cooking." Her shoulders bobbed as she tried to brush the gesture of cooking dinner off.

Lauren grinned at Bo's nonchalance, suspecting that this wasn't just some whim the brunette had. She had a sneaking suspicion that Bo had been practicing or at least cooking more often at home lately, especially since there seemed to be a distinct lack of takeout boxes lying around the succubus's house. The doctor placed a light kiss on Bo's neck, tightening her grip on her waist before pulling away and grabbing a fork from the counter.

She scooped out a forkful of food from the skillet and took a bite, a moan of appreciation escaping her lips as she chewed and swallowed the food. "This is really good, Bo," she mumbled between bites of food.

The brunette smacked Lauren's hand away as the blonde went to take another forkful of food, tutting as she turned Lauren around and pushed her towards the table. "Go sit down while I serve this."

Lauren narrowed her eyes but complied and took her seat.

Bo sat at the table, spooning the food onto the plate before slipping off her apron. As the brunette took her seat, she froze her movements, a sudden realization dawning on her. She couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up inside her at the thoughts insider her head. Lauren stared at her girlfriend, looking bewildered but amused as Bo continued to laugh.

"Are you alright, Bo?" Lauren asked, curious as to what was so funny.

Bo shook her head, willing herself to calm down. "Sorry, yeah, I'm fine." The succubus took one last deep breath, "It's just," she paused, unsure how to voice what she found so funny and also wondering if the idea would amuse the doctor as much as it did her or if it would end up upsetting her. "This all seems really domestic. I kinda feel like the stay at home wife, slaving over the stove and cooking dinner for her working husband."

Lauren looked at her for a moment before she too, was chuckling. "So, does that make me the breadwinner and the man in this scenario?"

Bo laughed heartily, her head nodding as she struggled to regain her composure. "Lauren, have you seen where Kenzi and I live? Most of our rooms don't even have walls and the walls that are there, are crumbling or just wooden slats. So yeah, I'm clearly a kept woman and you, my dear, are my sexy breadwinning husband."

Lauren smiled at the thought, "So, just so I'm clear, I go to work, bring home the money and in return you stay home, cook me dinner and what? Be my studious wife? Fix me a stiff drink after a tough day at the office? Clean?" The blonde ticked each question off on her fingers.

Bo smiled widely, finding the setup oddly pleasing. "Well, I'd like to point out that your scenario makes it seem like we're living in the 50's or something, but, I suppose if you're bringing home the big bucks I could do those things for you. Maybe throw in a massage or two. I mean, you are a fancy doctor after all."

Lauren thought about the idea, not holding back her chuckle at the picture of a domestic Bo in an apron greeting her at the door every evening. "It does seem nice," she remarked quietly. Just as she was about to comment further, she paused and titled her head, curiosity now running rampant. "Wait, why am I the husband? If there had to be a husband in this domestic bliss, I'd say you fit the bill more than I do. I would definitely be the working wife." The blonde nodded to herself, finding that setup much more to her liking.

Bo's brow furrowed, the image of a short balding man with a beer gut instantly flashing to mind. "Uh, not gonna happen sweetie. Being a stay at home husband makes me feel like a dead beat for some reason." Her brow furrowed even more, her fork stopping midway to her mouth, "Hold on, did you just call me butch?"

Lauren stifled her laughter before taking a sip of her wine. "No." she said slowly, "If you recall, I said you were manlier in regards to me not that you were manly in general. You are a far cry from butch." Lauren patted her girlfriend's hand comfortingly as she continued eating.

Bo however, was still not pleased with that answer especially not with the patronizing hand pat. "I'm pretty sure you just called me butch again." The brunette took a sip of her wine, her gaze towards Lauren unwavering as she did so. "Keep it up and you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. It doesn't get any more domestic than that," the succubus added seriously, her arms crossing over her chest to further drive her point.

Lauren huffed, "This is my apartment Bo, you can't make someone sleep on the couch in their own apartment." Her gaze met the other woman's as she added, "And I didn't explicitly call you butch." The statement was added as an afterthought but the moment the words left her mouth she knew it was a mistake.

The brunette's gaze hardened, "You implied it, which is almost worse than just coming out and saying it. And since I'm the stay at home butch wife in this scenario, I think I'm allowed to kick you out of the bedroom and withhold sex." Bo thought about it for a moment, "At least until you apologize or buy me some lavish gift like new shoes."

"Shoes, really?" Lauren scoffed, leaning back in her seat as she tried to judge just how serious Bo was being. It would figures that Bo would want shoes instead of jewelry or something equally extravagant, Lauren should have known better than to be surprised by that.

The succubus looked at her like she was crazy, "I'm a very easy woman to please Lauren, you should know that by now. Besides, my good boots are always getting ruined." Bo whined, thinking of all the shoes and boots she had ruined because of a fight, disgusting bodily fluids from said fights or just from freak accidents while on a case. Bo didn't even want to think of the outfits that had suffered much worse fates, in comparison, her ruined shoes had gotten off easy.

Lauren watched her girlfriend pout over her ruined shoes and couldn't help but chuckle. "So you're saying that whenever we fight, all I have to do is get you a new pair of boots and I'm out of the doghouse and back in the bedroom?" The whole conversation seemed completely ridiculous but the idea of domesticity in their relationship was a nice thought and should she ever find herself on the couch (though it was much more likely that Bo would end up on the couch and the idea of the succubus withholding sex was just too laughable to even fathom), Lauren figured it wouldn't hurt to know what gift would get her out of trouble.

"Babe, you'd get a lot more than just the right to sleep in the bedroom if you got me a pair of new shoes. Like I said, I'm a very easy woman to please."

Lauren's eyes narrowed as she soaked in that information, "And, pray tell, what else does that gift get me?"

Bo rose from her seat, sauntered over and sat down in Lauren's lap, her finger trailing down the other woman's jaw line, "Well, I can tell you," her face lowered, hovering just above the blonde's, "or I could show you." The words came out low and husky, causing Lauren's breath to quicken. Bo got off her girlfriend and started to move back towards her seat, a victorious grin on her face as she did so. Before she even took two steps, Lauren grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the stairs and subsequently, the bedroom. "We haven't even finished dinner," Bo protested weakly, not at all interested in eating anything on that table, unless of course, Lauren just so happened to be on it.

Lauren shrugged helplessly as she continued to pull the succubus up the stairs, "It's not my fault that domestic Bo and stay at home wife Bo are all so damn hot."

The brunettes eyes widened as her own steps quickened; the telling aura surrounding her girlfriend making her even more anxious to get upstairs. She picked up the blonde bridal style as she practically ran up the stairs, "Well, it is my duty to make sure my husband is happy…" Bo muttered as she tossed Lauren onto the bed.

The brunette kicked the door shut and predatorily stalked towards the blonde.

After all was said and done, though there was little being said and a lot done, Lauren stared at the ceiling, her limbs feeling like jelly. "I think I owe you a pair of new boots," she mumbled into Bo's shoulder, feeling like she could definitely get used to days like this one.

Bo buried her head into the pillow, her body shaking with laughter as she trailed her finger down Lauren's stomach. "I must be a pro at being a domestic wife because I have got you totally whipped."

Lauren smacked Bo's shoulder but didn't refute her statement. The sense of domestic bliss making up for the fact that the succubus definitely had the blonde wrapped around her finger, and Lauren would be remiss to say that she didn't enjoy that just a little bit.

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