"I want a 5 block perimeter set up, and all the video surveillance around this building on my desk, now!" Dyson demands, sending off uniforms in every different direction, before rejoining me by the exam table. "How's he doing Doc?"
"He is stable for now. I don't get how she put him within an inch of his life. There are no signs of physical damage or trauma. Sharon, how did you find him again?" I ask, turning on my heel to meet her gaze.
"I was making my nightly rounds of all the patients. When I got to her room, I noticed him slumped over in the chair, and the patient nowhere to be found. When I went to check his pulse, he had this creepy smile across his face. That's when I called you." She finishes, shaking at the reminder.
"Hey, he's going to be okay. You saved his life. Dy, do you think you could take her home?" I ask, looking to the shifter.
"Lauren, I don't think I should leave. What if she's still here?"
"Then I have Tamsin, Hale, and all of your people. Not to mention Bo is here, and from what I saw earlier I think she handle her own." I playfully jab.
"Why do you trust her so much? You just met her, Lauren. If you ask me that's pretty careless." He replies, stepping in just an ears length away.
"I didn't ask though, Dyson. I don't have to explain my actions to you, and you need to take a step back before things get out of hand. We're not together, and if you want any chance of keeping this friendship we have, then I suggest you back off a bit. Now, will you PLEASE take Sharon home?" I finish, holding his gaze.
He holds my stare for a few moments more, before shifting his eyes to meet Bo's. "I'll be watching you, Succubus."
"I mean, I'm all for having a crowd, but you might want to make sure the Lauren is alright with that." That comment sparks his anger. Leaping at the succubus he pins her against the opposite wall, releasing a deep throaty growl. "How dare you!" he snaps, tightening his grip against her throat. "Dyson!" I yell, pulling at his arm with no avail, "Dyson, calm down! You are hurting her." Completely lost in his rage, he doesn't realize he's shoving me to the ground, before returning to brunette in his grasp.
"Lauren, are you okay?" Sharon asks helping me back to my feet. "I'm fine, go get Tamsin and Hale please." I order the blonde. She nods her head shakily before disappearing.
"Such a man." Bo croaks, before attempting a knee to his groin again, the wolf quickly counters, shoving his hips flush against her body, enabling her movement. "Let her go, Dyson!"
"Stay out of this Lauren, she has no right speaking about you like that. I told you she was trouble; you can't trust her." He snips, no relinquish to his hold. I gently walk back to his side, taking his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Dy, you need to come back. This isn't you. You are better than this, you know very well that she hasn't done anything to hurt me, nor has she given us any reason to. If you care about me at all, you will let her go. Please Dyson." I finish, calmly running my thumb across his jaw. The darkness that was once filling his gaze slowly retreats back to sea green. Turning back to Bo, he gently releases her, taking a few steps back, releasing a frustrated sigh. "I-I'm sorry, Bo. I- errr, I don't know what I have against you. I know you wouldn't hurt her, I can sense the kindness in your heart. I believe your actions are all genuine I just.." He stops, looking back to Lauren, "Lauren, it's hard seeing you with someone else. I really care about you, and I just.. It's hard excepting that I can't have you, but it's obvious what you two feel. I promise, I won't get in the way of that again. Can you both forgive me?" He finishes taking glances between Lauren and Bo.
Bo opens her mouth to say something, just as Tamsin and Hale come busting into the room. "What going on in-…." Hale starts, turning back to Sharon, "I thought you said Dyson had a death grip on Bo?"
Bo releases a soft laugh, "Please, that tickled more than anything." She states, giving Dyson a playful wink. He returns a genuine smile. "Yeah, everything's good bud, just a minor misunderstanding."
"Right, now that we have playtime out of the way can we please get back to the task at hand?" Tamsin demands, less than pleased with being interrupted for something so childish.
"Yes, we can. Sharon, are you ok with me still taking you home?" Dyson asks, pulling his best puppy dog expression. She nods, while releasing a small laugh.
One by one everyone files out of the room, Dyson stops just at the doorway, turning back for one last glance at Lauren who is now checking Bo's neck. He winces at the sight. I can't believe I keep letting myself lose control like that. He sighs, as he walks out of the door.
"Just a few bruises, but those should heal up quick. Doesn't feel like anything is swollen either, so that's good. How are you feeling?" Lauren asks, turning Bo's head in every direction.
Placing a hand against Lauren's, Bo's stops her movements, "Doc, I'm fine. Are you okay? He shoved you pretty hard."
"Fine, I promise." I reply, forming a half smile. I'm more shaken than anything, his anger seems to be getting more and more out of hand. He hasn't always been like this, he used to always be sweet and kind. Never quick to emotion.
"You sure?" she asks, wrapping her hands around my waist, pulling me in close. "He might be a big bad wolf, but I can easily kick his ass."
"I know you could, Bo, but you really should ease up a bit on him. He really is a nice guy once you get to know him." I reply, pushing back a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Lauren, I'm so sorry for what I said earlier, that was out of line. I guess he can get under my skin as easily as I can get under his."
"Mhm, you two act like two teenage boys in high school fighting for dominance." I chuckle. She throws her head back, "Well, it's kind of hard when were both fighting for your attention. Please tell me you would never give him the time of day." She playfully whines out.
"You are a little late for that request..." I respond looking down, I can feel her stare. "You guys didn't! Shit, so I do have my work cut out for me." She replies, stepping back in shock, she runs her hand through her hair. She's so cute when she's frustrated.
"Please, Dyson is a good guy, but he is most definitely not a gorgeous brunette, that just so happens to be standing in front of me." I tease, hugging her from behind. We just so happen to be standing in from the bed Tyson is laying in as she glances down towards him. "Tyson? Seriously? He works for you, Lauren! That's gross." she teases back, receiving a slap to the arm.
"First off, he has black hair. Second, I would never refer to a man as gorgeous. You however, are much more than gorgeous truthfully. You are perfect." Turning her around in my embrace, I move in so that my face is inches from hers. The scent of flowers and raspberries fills my nose.
"You think I'm perfect? Me, the succubus that has a group of dead bodies in her closet. Nah, I think you are mistaken Doctor. They only perfection I see here, is right in front of me." She states, reducing the little space left between us, her soft lips meet mine in a slow rhythmic dance. The kisses are sweet and gentle, only giving and taking a little at a time. The way our lips meld together is nothing but pure bliss.
Slowly backing us up, she presses my body against the thin sheet wall, with her body following in suite. The sudden warmth spreading across every inch of my body, awakening something deep inside. Deeping the kiss, my tongue begs for entrance. She happily obliges, releasing a small moan at the feeling. We stay like this for what feels like an eternity, I know there are more pressing issues right now, but this feels too good. Running my hands gentle up her back, our gazes meet, her eyes are that beautiful blue again. It's so easy to become lost in the trance they carry.
I feel a small tug from deep inside. A sudden spike in arousal, and pleasure takes over my now trembling body. This feeling is nothing I have ever felt before, but I can't seem to bring myself to care, or pull away. It's intoxicating. After a few moments of the sensation, I notice a faint blue stream flowing into her mouth, It's beautiful. I think, as my core starts to burn with want and desire. I can feel myself slowly slipping into a meditated state, as she continues to deepen our current motion of sexual need. The pull I feel becomes stronger, more intoxicating by the second. I could definitely get used to this.
Out of nowhere, her eyes retreat back to the rich chocolate they are pulling herself away holding a nervous expression. "Shit, Lauren are you okay? Can you hear me?" I sit there staring at her confused. Oh, I am more than okay. I chuckle to myself. "Say something please! OMG. Please Lauren." She pleas.
I place my hand against her cheek stopping her frantic movements. "Hey, I'm right here. What's wrong? Why did you stop?"
"Oh thank god," she breathes, resting her head against my forehead. "That pull. I can't always control it, and that's how I get people killed. I almost couldn't stop with you."
"But you did, how? How does that kill people? That was… exhilarating, intoxicating." I smile at the memory of how it felt.
"Heh, yeah it is very intoxicating for both parties, I guess. I get so lost in the feeling sometimes that I don't stop, and I think it drains the life out of people. God, Lauren if I'd have killed you, I honestly don't think I would want to go on living. I don't think I could do this without you." Her words are full of truth and genuine. How could she feel that way already though, so quickly. We really have just met, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way.
"I don't know either, I don't know how I already feel so deeply for you, but I do." She speaks, as if reading my mind. "I've never been able to make myself stop before, Lauren. You should know that. You are special." She continues, placing both hands against my face, lightly running her thumbs back and forth.
"Maybe you were able to control your urge, with how strongly you feel for me. I may be overthinking this, but I think the connection between us is so strong that maybe that helped you." I finish with a small shrug.
"I don't think you are overthinking that at all, I wholeheartedly agree with you. BUT, I do think we should look into this more, figure out another way of control. Just in case."
I smile at her concern, looking to her neck I notice the lack of bruises. "Bo, your bruises. They are gone. How is that possible?" I question, running my hands over the area where the black and blue marks used to be.
"I- I'm not sure. Doesn't hurt anymore either." I just stand there, studying her. I'm most definitely going to need to study up on my succubus knowledge. Breaking my thoughts, a light knock comes across the door frame. "Sorry guys, but we found something on the surveillance footage ya'll might want to see." Tamsin states before walking off. Turning back to Bo, she steals one last passionate kiss before we head off.