Hey hi! I just wanted to let ya'll know that this chapter is pretty short, but there's a reason! I had written a MUCH longer version of this but decided to split it because my segue was just awful and I couldn't fix it to make myself happy with it. The next chapter will be up SOON; it's already almost done. Enjoy. :)
After a lax simple day at the precinct, Tamsin bid Dyson a simple "see you later" (to which he raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything) and sped out the door to go home and prepare for her and Lauren's big 'debut'. Showering quickly, and spending more time than she cares to admit picking an outfit (finally deciding on her tightest jeans, a nice drapey top, and a blazer), she heads out the door just as fast as she flew in. Within minutes the valkyrie pulled up to the Light compound where Lauren's quarters were, and slowly sauntered up the her door. She only needed to knock once (Lauren was far too nervous to do anything but pace just inside the front door) before it was pulled open, revealing something that made both of Tamsin's eyebrows shoot up into her hairline; Lauren was wearing a simple tight red dress, clinging to all the right places and hanging off just where it should, with her hair loosely curled and flowing over her shoulders. Tamsin stuttered a few seconds before laughing despite herself; Lauren smirked along with her, not needing any sort of fae powers to pick up on the spike in sexual energy coming off the other woman in droves. Not risking any further embarrassment, the ever eloquent Tamsin simply extended her hand to Lauren, who took it happily and was lead to the valkyrie's car.
Unlike her frantic driving to Lauren's previously, the detective took her time to drive to The Dal; they fell into a comfortable silence and enjoyed the droning of the radio songs while Tamsin played with Lauren's fingertips over the center counsel of her old Jeep. When they parked in the alley behind the bar, Tamsin sensed Lauren's nerves start to jitter just a little more than they were previously, but thought nothing of it. That is until Lauren grabbed Tamsin's shoulder just outside the door of The Dal, ceasing the clicking of both of their heels against the tarmac. The valkyrie turned around and eyed the doctor suspiciously, raising an eyebrow in lieu of actually asking her why they weren't walking in the bar now, chins raised confidently as the happy sunshine gang reeled from the shock.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this. Maybe, maybe it's too soon. I don't want to get either of us in trouble, surely this will get back to The Morrigan and The Ash. The Ash! Hale is in there right now! Oh my God, what was I thinking?"
Tamsin fully spins around and places her hands firmly on either of Lauren's hips, expertly catching her nervous and wandering gaze. When the worried mumbles stop pouring out of the doctor's mouth, Tamsin presses her lips against the other woman's; it was soft, gentle, and easily the least needy and aggressive kiss the pair has ever shared. It takes Lauren's brain a second to realize that Tamsin is, for the first time she can think of, simply kissing her to convey reassurance. Affection, even. When the two separate, the valkyrie is smiling - not smirking, smiling - and Lauren's eyes are still closed, lips parted. When her eyelids flutter open, those soft brown eyes meeting Tamsin's sharp green, Lauren's nerves (and Tamsin's too, though she won't admit it) disappeared.
"Time to head inside, doctor. I'm going to let you buy me a drink."
Lauren smiles at Tamsin, still an emotional wreck (but at least a wreck that's manageable now), then raises an eyebrow. The valkyrie shrugs before placing another quick kiss on her lips and tugging her towards the front door.
"Or seven. You can buy me seven drinks."