"Hello again Doctor." A sweet voice comes from across the room, looking up I spot the brunette leaning against the door frame. That door gets more action in a two days' time, than I do in a month!
"Bo, hello. You startled me," I reply, placing down the book I was currently reading. "I can see that," she returns, making her way towards my desk. "Am I to early? I could always come back later."
"No, not at all, please have a seat." I say, gesturing towards the chair across my desk. "I'm actually glad you are here. I was able to turn up some information in regards to what type of Fae you are." I finish, sliding a book in front of her. Trick lent me a couple books last night, after explaining the situation.
"Incubus? Like the band?" I can't help the laugh I release, at how cute she is. "First off, great band. Second, keep reading and you will see that an Incubus is the male equivalent of a Succubus."
Her gears take a moment to start turning, "Oh, oh… I see, so. What exactly does all this mean? Sexual energy? Lure men to their deaths? How are you so calm about this? I'm a killer!" Her face turns a pale at the realization. "Omg, I killed him. That's how he died." She finishes, clearly lost in her thoughts. I reach out placing my hand over hers, "Bo, you are not a killer. Yes, without any training things can easily get out of control, but that doesn't make you a killer."
"Yes it does! You know why? Because I killed him, I killed Kyle, the boy I was so in love with. I ended up killing him because I wanted to have sex with him. I'm pretty sure they don't teach that in sex ed. Oh my god, Kyle I'm so sorry." She has her head in her hands hysterically crying. I can't stand the sight, she looks so fragile and broken.
Standing from my chair, I make my way to her, kneeling down at her side, "Hey, Bo, look at me.," placing my hand against her cheek I turn her head to mine. "You can't blame yourself for his death. You had no idea, and that doesn't make you a killer, Bo. Please believe me when I say that. Accidents happen, we can't always control them."
The brunette was still sobbing uncontrollably, and the only thing I can think to do is hold her. Hold her tight, and let her cry out her emotions. I couldn't imagine losing someone you loved and cared for, to your own hands. How can anyone live with that? I think to myself, making small circles against her back. After a few moments, her sobs become quieter, and her convulsions lessened. I feel her tighten the embrace, placing her nose into the crook of my neck. Her breathe against my neck is mesmerizing. "Your aura is blinding doctor." She speaks out after a while. Pulling away from her, I catch her gaze. "Aura? Can you see other people's energies?"
"Yeah, I guess I can. I've never thought anything of it. I guess I always thought that was normal, but by the look on your face, not so much." She finishes, releasing her hold as she takes a few steps back. I immediately miss the contact.
"No, it's not, but I think I may know a few people who would love to have that ability," I reply, earning a gentle laugh. "Is there anything else you can do? That you know isn't normal at least."
"Well, I guess the pulse I can send out when in contact with someone else, though I'm not quite sure how I do that. It just happens."
"I see, well then we will just need to run a few tests and figure that out now won't we?" I say, walking to the cabinet across the room, retrieving my blood work bag, "You aren't afraid of needles are you?" I ask, snapping on gloves. "Afraid of needles? Please, I fought off mister big bad wolf the other day, I think I can handle a few pokes."
I spend the next half hour chasing her around the lab, trying to receive one blood sample. "Oh… So… Fearless…" I huff out in between breaths, returning to my desk for a well-earned break.
"So I exaggerated a bit, sue me." She whines back, holding her arm.
"Exaggerated is an understatement for what that was. I mean, who runs around like that yelling "You'll never take me alive!"?" I ask, checking my heartrate.
"What's the matter doc? You seem flustered." She breathes, making her way towards my desk. "Mhm, and I wonder whose fault that is," I reply, laying my head back to rest my eyes. This woman has a crazy amount of energy it's scary. The sudden feeling of weight shifting over my lap brings me back, "Now that you've had your fun, and got what you needed. I think it's time I get a little something in return."
"What do you have in mind?" I ask, placing my hands against her thighs. That pull from yesterday is back, but I don't think she's forcing it.
"I have many things in mind right now, unfortunately some of them I don't really trust myself enough to show you. Yet that is. However, there is one that I believe you and I can both handle." She husks out, leaning in just inches from my face. "I'm listening." I state. Wanting nothing more than to take her lips in mine. They seem so inviting, and I wouldn't mind exploring what they have to offer. "I was thinking, you'd let me take you out to dinner and maybe a few drinks."
I lean back a bit, shocked. Maybe, this girl does have some control. I was so sure she was going to take me right here. "Unless you don't want to that is." She states, taking my silence as a no. She begins to remove herself from my waist. I quickly grab her hands in mine. "Don't, I'm sorry. Yes, I would love to go to dinner with you." She settles back in her position, "Okay, how about tonight?"
"Tonight would be great, I know the perfect bar for us to go, and where you can meet many others like you." I reply, running my hands up the length of her side, taking note of each curve and muscle along the way. God, this woman is absolutely beautiful.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe your hands are very fond of my body." Pun intended? I smirk to myself. "I believe you are correct," I respond, leaning up against her, "I'd like to think my lips feel the same way. Guess there's only one way to find out for sure."
"What happened to keeping this professional?" she breathes out, with no retreat.
"Call it scientific curiosity." I reply, just inches from her luscious lips. Slowly closing the gap, I mentally prepare myself for the explosion of sensation I'm about to endure when the lab doors swing open, "Doctor, this woman needs your help!" Breaking my concentration, I see Dyson and Hale carrying in a lifeless figure, I immediately switch to doctor mode, as Bo leaps off of my lap.
I then make my way to the exam table. "What happened?" I ask, quickly checking her vitals. "We were investigating the Wilcox family club for illegal human trafficking, when out of nowhere this woman attacks Dyson, luring him into another room. If I hadn't of walked in when I did, Dyson would have been a puddle of goo beneath her."
"She had me under some type of control, just by her touch. It was so powerful, I couldn't resist what she wanted, and what she wanted was a good fuck apparently. If she didn't come across so heinous with her intentions, I may have given her what she wanted." Dyson finished a bit vain.
"She had control over you? With her touch? Was she pulsing some type of sensation into you?" I ask, remembering the want and desire that ran through me when Bo pulsed into my body.
"Yeah, something like that. All I know is that when she started doing that, I felt this sudden urge to do whatever she wanted."
"A pull." I whisper, just above my breath. Looking down at the woman, there is something a bit familiar about her, but I can't place it. Finally getting the woman set up in an isolated room, I make my way towards the detectives. "She's stable for now, I'll be sure to call you when she wakes up."
Hale gives me a nod in confirmation.
"Be sure to keep your distance doctor, were not quite sure what she's capable of yet." Dyson sneers. Following his glance, I see he is not talking about the woman they just brought in, but about Bo. There is no doubt he saw what was unfolding at the time of their arrival. "I think I can handle my own, but thank you for your concern, Dyson." I reply, stepping into his view, blocking Bo from his.
"Of course," he gently speaks, forming a half smile. "Come on Hale, we should get back to the club."
"Right oh, my buddy!" Hale replies making his way towards the door, Dyson stands his ground for a few moments longer before taking his leave.
"What is it with that wolf?! Does he always have a stick up his ass?" Bo interrupts my thoughts, running her hands down the length of my stomach, causing me to teeter back into her. She smiles at that response.
"Dyson is complicated, and I don't think anyone will ever figure him out." I reply, turning around in her embrace. "As for you though, I would love nothing more than to find out what's going on in that head of yours. I feel very drawn to you Bo,"
"but," she interrupts.
"but, I don't want to rush this. Not just yet anyways. I want to help you with your control. I trust you, but I know that you don't trust yourself, so I want to build that confidence in you."
"I'm very drawn to you too Doctor. You are most definitely special, and if going slow is what it takes to be with you, then I am all for going slow." She replies pulling a seductive smile. "So then, should I pick you up around 7?" she asks, releasing her hold. I nod in confirmation, as she makes her way towards the door. "See you later then, Lauren Lewis."