I dont own Lost Girl. Just being a fan.
Chapter 2: She's got the look
Behind the superbly polished mahogany door marred only by a bronze nameplate mounting on it, Tamsin muttered a curse when her phone wouldnt stop vibrating. The brunette underneath her is still far from reaching fulfillment and Ebony would kill her if she doesnt do her good. The gadget inside her breast pocket is way too distracting however— which is a thing between her and her partner, Dyson. It could only mean "trouble" that the other cant handle thus the need for immediate back-up.
She pumps into her lover in haste, twice faster than the pace Ebony usually prefers yet she has to take the phone call ASAP. To Tamsin's relief, Ebony is starting to groan louder, long nails scratching and digging into the detective's bare bottom. It will sure sting later, her arms would have the cramps she might not be able to lift her gun—but Miss Fleurette-Marquise is always worth it. Despite her reputation of being 'the bitch' owner of The Dark Club, she's someone the blonde hates to displease. Ebony arches her back as orgasm took over, she bites Tamsin's shoulder to muffle her cry of pleaure.
Tamsin quickly grabs her handphone, not bothering to pull her pants up first, enduring the pain between her own legs. A message in bold letters giving her the fright.
"Shit! You said Lauren is in Africa until next week?!"
"She is." Ebony drawls out and tries to sit up.
"Yeah?" Tamsin mocks.
No one talks to Ebony this way yet she opted to raising a brow at her lover instead of giving her a taste of her wrath. The blonde detective has somehow earned some immunity.
At the bar
If she didnt know him since first grade, Lauren would think Dyson is hitting on her. At least, thats what he's trying to do but failing completely to keep her from seeing her girlfriend. Something is apparently off. Yet she pretended to buy his excuse that there's merely a routine inquisiton happening at Ebony's office after a brawling incident the night before. It got her worried but the detective assured her that no one's in danger. She's exhausted from the long flight and cant wait to hit the pillows. She thought to drop by the club to make Ebony know she's back though a week earlier than initially planned. Last time they were together—in bed—Ebony was so upset about always being left in the dark. Lauren, who realized the woman deserves better than being a substitute to her dead sister, is trying her best now to be a good girlfriend. Nadia's gone for five years already and she has to move on.
She believes still that Dyson is hiding something by the sheepish grin he's wearing. But the doctor remained patient and polite. She hasnt touched the mug of now warm beer he bought for her. Feeling awkward because of her attire, she turns to her old friend to start a conversation when the lights went out surprising everyone on the dance floor. Neither it took too long nor brief enough to go unnoticed. Just when people are starting to make noises and get worried, Per Gessle's and Marie Fredriksson's voices filled the air with a familiar line from one of their hits. The rhythm altered, transformed into its techno variation for the patrons to dance with. The people started to scream in excitement as the non-lexical part of the song played on a loop for a few minutes. The lights back and crazily bouncing from one corner to another. Disco machines giving the effects. The atmosphere at its finest and wildest.
na na na na na na na na
Lauren and Dyson raise their mugs, both beginning to enjoy the music which is of their generation. They smiled at each other and proceeded to watch the crowd dancing wildly.
Walking like a man,
hitting like a hammer,
she's a juvenile scam.
Never was a quitter,
tasty like a raindrop,
she's got the look.
As if it's some sort of cue, a familiar face-far from pale the last time Lauren had seen her-walks in like she owns the room. Her hips swaying from side to side in a seductive and predatory manner.
Heavenly bound
cause heaven's got a number
when she's spinning me around,
Kissing is a colour,
her loving is a wild dog,
she's got the look.
Lauren's mug of beer is suddenly in suspension, she cant help but stare with mouth agape. The woman is a goddess in tight pants and black leather jacket. The dimness highlighting her body contour. Truly, a bewitching sight. It seems like she wasnt the only one that had gone under some kind of spell, Lauren felt Dyson pushing himself off of the stool. When she turns to him, he was as mesmerised himself. So are the dancing mob.
Fire in the ice,
naked to the T-bone
is a lover's disguise.
Banging on the head drum,
shaking like a mad bull,
she's got the look.
Everyone seem to be shoving each other aside, vying for her attention. The throng of people circled around while the woman carelessly sways and grinds and bumps bodies with random strangers.
Swaying to the band,
moving like a hammer,
she's a miracle man.
Loving is the ocean,
Kissing is the wet sand,
she's got the look.
Despite the AC, the place felt on fire. Lauren's throat suddenly needed some fluid to rehydrate. She almost choked on her beer when the nymph looked her way, eyes beckoning. Worse, the woman raised a hand, her forefinger motioning for her to come over. Before the doctor could even squeak, Dyson started leaving the bar.
"Here I come, mama." Lauren heard him say.
She felt like a fool, assuming it was her. It was for the good anyway.
She cant believe it either that someone could make her feel feverish at the mere sight.
She has a girlfriend, for God sakes!
She's got the look.
She's got the look.
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue.
When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
and I go: la la la la la
she's got the look.
Dr. Lauren Lewis decides to leave the place and heads to Ebony's office. Two options, a cold shower or her similarly gorgeous girlfriend.
From the dance floor, a pair of blue eyes watches her. They have chosen their prey.
AN: done in haste and having connecion problems. Apologies for the mistakes. And the SEX! Believe it or not, Im a very conservative person but I thought sex-and-violence tells the tone of the story. Thanks for the encouragement to write some more. And I appreciate all feedbacks, no worries.