Thanks for those already trusting me enough to follow this story, favourite and review :) I hope I do it justice. This chapter is strongly influenced by the bathtub scene with a little more of how I wished it went and will then follow a completely AU storyline from here on out. If you have any suggestions I kindly welcome them. Thanks again and enjoy.

Chapter 2 - Confessions

Tamsin reached the top of the steps; she could hear the sound of running water, must be coming from the bathroom. Contemplating with a furrowed brow, whether this was such a good idea or not, she stopped, taking a swig from the now half empty bottle.

She never was the the type to back away from conflict but this wasn't a fight, not the kind she was used to anyway, no this was a fight of an entirely different kind. Was she ready for what she had to face if Bo was in that bathroom, was she ready to face herself and all of these..feelings? She had turned her back against her duty, betrayed the brunette, broke the Docs heart and lied to the Morrigan. Everything she has done, was in a twisted way, all to protect the Succubus. Admittedly in the begginning she wanted nothing more than to lock her up in Heccuba prison and throw away the key, but little by little, she had began to fall for the Succubus. Unaware of exactly how or when. Hell, she knew she was in trouble from the moment she slammed her against the cop station wall. But was it all in vain? Would Bo reciprocate her feelings and even if she did, did she really think they'd stand a chance in this shit-storm that was inevitably about to happen?

Unsure of what she might find beyond that bathroom door Tamsin stumbled forward, taken aback at the sight of the brunette in the bathtub surrounded by a sea of bubbles. Her heart skipped a beat and apparently her feet followed as she tripped into the doorway, sloshing the bottle of whiskey against the doorframe to regain her balance. Oooops.

The brunette spun around out of the tub. Damn. Tamsin thought trying not to stare and the body before her, faining disinterest, she struggled to pry her eyes away from Bo's deliciously wet and curvacious body. She caught sight of the dagger and smirked, mildly curious and slightly turned on, she spoke a little huskier than intended 'Wow, do you always bathe with weapons?'

Bo mumbled something in return but the blonde wasn't listening, she was making her way over to the toilet, a disapproaving frown making its way across her face as the Brunette slid back into the water, effectively covering her body once more. 'I thought the door was locked' Bo stated less than impressed at the intrusion yet seemingly un-phased. 'It was' the Valkyrie responded smugly, remembering how easily she busted the lock. 'Can I help you?' Bo snapped, her patience wearing thin at the Valkyries antics. She was tempted to say that nobody could help her but she opted for 'No, maybe? I just came to drink all your liquor, thought you'd be gone by now.'

'Well at least your honest' she retorted. Huh she really did suck at reading people, honesty has not been my strong suit, but lets pretend that it is. With that she took a bow and sat down on the lid of the toilet, taking a drink before placing her bottle onto the sink. She could feel brown eyes burning into her, trying to understand just what the Valkyrie wanted. She contemplated bringing up the small talk and not so small talk, the weather, Lauren, the dark Fae ... her feelings, but opted instead for playing with the flush chain of the toilet, inadvertantly turning towards her underarm and realising she can't actually remember the last time she herself had taken a bath. 'It is entirely possible that i don't smell so good'. She said.

'Well then, why don't you take a page from my book and take a bath.' said the brunette with an edge of sarcasm. Without too much though, possibly from the alcohol or possibly from the fact that the Succubus had this sort of effect on the Valkryrie, she figured now was as good a time as any and she just might do that. Clumsily flicking her shoes off she made her way towards the tub, without bothering to take off the rest of her attire she slid one leg in and then the other. It was warm and uncomfortable as it soaked up her already tight jeans and made its way up to her waist. But she didn't care, it brought her that much closer to the object that she so desired. With another 'Ooops' (she seemed to be having a few of those moments today), she puller the now water logged pistol out from its holster and dropped it to the ground with a thud, she thought to herself how ironiclly she was now the one taking the weapons into the bath, hers however was not as resilient to water. It was then that the metaphor hit her, she, like her gun, was drowning. It's hard, deadly exterior becoming useless. Except she wasn't drowning in the warmth of the water, she was drowning in the warmth of the brown eyes watching her with confusion and concerm, laced with a little bit of lust

Anger started to bubble up inside her at just how vulnerable this woman was making her, she tilted her head and spat out the words 'Where do you get off being so perfect? You think you've seen everything and then you see you.' the harsh edge she had intended being filtered out by the slight crack in her voice and the tears that threatened to surface. 'I'm alright, but i'm not perfect' was all she got in response. Of course, ever the humble one. It's one of the reasons she was so attracted to Bo, she never seemed to realise that she was so much more than she let herself believe. That's when it happend, leaning in so her breasts were pressed against the succubus' knees the words slipped out and they didn't stop. 'Yes you are, to me you are. Your eyes are both brown and blue...' Moving in closer and running her finger down between the soft skin of Bo's breasts to where her heart sat in her chest she continued ' Your heart is both strong and gentle. Your virtuous, yet you're a Succubus. You shouldn't be...' 'Be what' Bo had manage to breath out but she didn't pull back, Tamsin could see the confusion written on her face but the hidden desire for the Valkyrie had began to surface. Tamsin wanted to scream, she wanted to tell her she shouldn't be alive, be here, be real, be with... her, but the words fell flat. Bo leant in eyes searching for the answer, closing the space between them a bit more, the tension was almost palpable, she could feel the electricity between their lips as they sat breath to breath, so close that she could feel the warm air blow across her cheek and neck as Bo let out a small sigh, leaving goosebumps to trail down her spine. Then before she could stop herself she found their lips colliding...