So I really enjoyed the storyline of 1x12 but when I watch it I find myself wishing that it was Lauren undercover with Bo, not Dyson, so here's my take.
EXT - THE CLUBHOUSE - BO'S BEDROOM
Lauren's body stirred with pleasure as she gradually awoke to the sensation of Bo's lips gently caressing her neck while her fingertips traced delicate patterns across her stomach.
"I thought you might have slipped away this morning," Bo whispered in Lauren's ear, her lips continuing their journey along her neck.
Lauren's hands eagerly reached out, pulling Bo on top of her, her arms wrapping around Bo's neck, drawing her into a deep kiss. Their lips met with tenderness.
"It's the weekend, Bo," Lauren smiled between kisses, her lips still tingling from Bo's touch. "And I actually have this one off."
The taste of Lauren lingered on Bo's lips, intoxicating her with desire. Their kiss deepened, their hands pulling each other closer.
"I hate to interrupt this epic lip-locking session, but we've got a client consult," Kenzi announced, barging into the room.
Bo groaned in frustration, breaking the kiss and turning her attention to Kenzi. "Now?"
"Yes," Kenzi replied awkwardly. "It's a guy from my less-than-legit exploits. I kind of owe him, so thank you!" With a quick exit, Kenzi hurriedly made her way back downstairs.
"I'm so sorry," Bo apologised, leaning in to steal a final apologetic kiss from Lauren.
Lauren reassured her, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "It's okay, Bo. You go do your thing. I'll get myself dressed."
"No, no, no. Please stay. This won't take long," Bo assured her.
Lauren's smile grew, appreciating Bo's desire to have her presence. "Okay, in that case, I'll go ahead and hop in the shower," she teased, playfully walking naked into the bathroom.
Bo let out a groan of longing, torn between her desire to join Lauren and the need to attend to their client, but she fought back her temptations and finished getting dressed.
The client, Kenzi's friend, had informed Bo and Kenzie that something odd was happening at his workplace and he needed their help figuring out what was happening on the inside.
Bo had been explaining the situation to Lauren for the past couple of minutes.
"So it appears they're employing undocumented workers to maintain a low profile," Bo explained, her voice filled with determination. "So Kenzi and I thought, maybe we could go undercover and-"
"No way," Lauren interjected, slipping one of Bo's vests over her body.
"Lauren, please. Kenzi would be the one going undercover as kitchen staff. We'll simply join as regular members and live the good life," Bo tried to persuade her.
"Bo, I can't risk getting entangled in potential Fae matters. What if The Ash finds out?" Lauren expressed her concerns.
"Why would he? Besides, at this point, we don't even know if it's Fae," Bo countered, hoping to sway Lauren's decision. She watched as Lauren buttoned up her shirt. "Innocent people are going missing, Lauren! Kenzi's friend believes something fishy is going on with the club members. It sounds like it could get sciency," Bo continued her persuasive efforts. She watched Lauren's reaction, but her scepticism remained evident. "And, well, my cover will work better if you come as my wife," Bo added with a playful smile.
Lauren laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a proposal?" she quipped, teasingly.
While their banter continued, Kenzi entered the room, joining the conversation. "Please, Lauren, you would be helping me do a solid for a friend," Kenzi implored, sincerity evident in her voice.
Knowing that tensions had been brewing between Kenzi and Bo, likely related to their developing relationship, Lauren saw an opportunity to mend their bond and perhaps even gain some bonus points with Kenzie.
"Alright, fine," Lauren finally conceded, her reluctance clear.
Bo rushed over, pulling her in for a kiss. "I promise, I'll make it up to you," she whispered, her words filled with gratitude.
EXT - THE COUNTRY CLUB
As the country club manager, Mitch, led Bo and Lauren around the grounds, boasting about its size and his involvement in its construction, the two women exchanged smirks. They had dressed impeccably for the occasion, Bo stunning in her form-fitting pink dress that accentuated her curves, and Lauren elegant in her white and navy tailored dress with a hint of cleavage.
Whispering to Lauren, Bo couldn't help but express her admiration. "Have I told you how incredible you look?"
"Only 3 or 4 times," Lauren replied playfully, their hands interlocked as they followed Mitch.
Inside Mitch's office, he continued his self-praising monologue, skimming through their file. He took a seat behind his desk, motioning for Bo and Lauren to sit in the chairs opposite.
"How long have you been with U.N., Mrs. Thornwood?" Mitch inquired.
"Um, three years," Bo replied, her voice laced with charm. "One in Germany and two in Belgium. Working in human rights is incredibly rewarding," she finished with a smile.
Lauren was captivated by Bo's ability to put on such a show. It was impressive to witness.
"Sure, sure, I bet you rub shoulders with some heavy hitters," Mitch retorted, his arrogance starting to grate. Bo chuckled softly, her eyes carrying a hint of amusement. "Those U.N. parties must be something," Mitch added, a smarmy look on his face.
"Well, Lauren finds them quite tedious," Bo replied, turning to Lauren and affectionately rubbing her leg, reassuring her. "So I'm always looking for a more enthusiastic plus one," she stated enthusiastically.
Lauren smiled in response, thoroughly entertained by the whole charade.
Mitch, confident in his decision, assured them, "Well, I don't think we're going to have any problem green-lighting this application. You should hear from us in about a month."
Bo's face displayed a hint of panic at the timeline mentioned by Mitch.
"Actually, Mitch, we were rather hoping to join the club as soon as possible," Lauren chimed in, her tone confident and charming.
"Yes, as soon as possible," Bo added, leaning across the desk to cover Mitch's hand with her own, subtly utilising her Succubus energy to her advantage. Lauren watched in awe as Mitch's expression immediately changed, influenced by Bo's powers. "It would make me very happy," Bo said, wearing an enthusiastic smile.
"Two probationary memberships coming right up," Mitch promptly agreed.
Lauren couldn't contain her chuckle, overwhelmed by the power Bo radiated.
"You are such a peach, I could just eat you right up," Bo continued to feign charm, playing her part.
"If you want, I could give you a personal orientation tour," Mitch suggested, his voice carrying a slimy undertone.
Amused by the situation, Lauren quipped, "Oh, no. We don't want to take you away from your busy work," sporting a big smile as she reached for Bo's hand, guiding them both out of Mitch's office.
They strolled through the country club grounds, taking in the sight of elegantly dressed women in summer dresses and men donning polo shirts and chinos. Finding a spot amidst the bustling scene, they settled down, hoping to catch snippets of intriguing conversations or witness something worthwhile. Bo couldn't help but chuckle as she spotted Kenzie dashing around in her waitress uniform, putting on her act with a fake Venezuelan accent while conversing with one of the members.
Amidst the ambience, Lauren couldn't resist teasing Bo. Running her foot up Bo's leg under the table, her eyes sparkled mischievously. "I didn't expect to enjoy watching you at work so much."
Bo chuckled, casting a glance across at Lauren. The sunlight played beautifully on her skin, highlighting her blonde hair gently swaying in the breeze. Bo found herself captivated by the allure of Lauren's neck, collarbones, and incredibly toned arms. She relished the opportunity to see more of Lauren outside of her lab.
Suddenly, Bo's attention was captured by the loud, slurred voice of a woman clearly overly intoxicated. "It beats me what they all get up to, but they've all made each other obscenely rich," the woman revealed. Bo's ears perked up, sensing potential intrigue. "Their little group is having one of their invite-only Scotch tastings tonight."
Lauren had also been eavesdropping on the conversation, fully engaged in the newfound lead.
"Sounds pretty juicy," Bo mouthed across the table, intrigue glimmering in her eyes.
"Think you could get us an invite?" Lauren smirked.
"Oh, easy," Bo responded confidently.
INT - THE CLUBHOUSE - LATER THAT DAY
Bo and Lauren were in the kitchen, discussing their findings from the country club. Their limited intel revolved around vague mentions of "feeling lucky" and having "luck coming in."
Kenzi stormed through the front door interrupting them, grumbling about public transit. She caught their attention, and they turned towards her, eager for any information she might have gathered.
Kenzi removed her boots and tossed them onto the sofa before sharing her discoveries. "Turns out the club employs a lot of undocumented workers, and many of them have mysteriously gone missing," she revealed, taking a seat at the kitchen counter.
Bo turned to Lauren, seeking her expertise. "Do you know of any Fae that prey on foreign employees?" she asked, hopeful for a lead.
Lauren hesitated before responding. "At this point, there's no clear indication that the Fae are involved, Bo," she replied cautiously.
Bo remained convinced. "Someone within that place is definitely targeting immigrant workers," she asserted firmly.
Kenzi interjected, adding a crucial piece of information. "Oh, and I heard from our client that his cousin was on the wife's hit list. Apparently, he was a slacker or something."
Lauren frowned, sceptical of the gravity of the situation. "While that might explain their disappearance, it's not a justification for murder. Are we certain these people aren't simply finding new jobs elsewhere?" she questioned.
Bo trusted her intuition. "My gut tells me otherwise, and I believe yours does too," she insisted. She reached for her phone, "I'll ask Dyson to run background checks on the club members. Maybe it'll raise some red flags."
Lauren turned to Kenzi, "Tonight, we're crashing their exclusive invite-only scotch tasting. It's our chance to infiltrate their inner circle and gather more information," she revealed eagerly, surprising herself with how much she had been enjoying the undercover operation.
"Come on, we need to get ready for our soireé" Bo whispered, her voice filled with a mix of urgency and desire, as she firmly grasped Lauren's hand and guided her upstairs.
They had barely reached the top of the stairs before Bo pounced on her. "Bo, I don't think we have time for this," Lauren managed to say between gasps as Bo's lips hungrily explored her neck.
With a swift and confident motion, Bo slid the straps of Lauren's dress down her shoulders, trailing kisses along her exposed skin.
"Lauren," Bo growled, her voice filled with need, "I've been longing to get you out of this dress all day long. And tonight's attire is going to be even sexier. I need you now."
In one swift motion, Lauren's dress fell to the floor and Bo had her pressed against the wall, their bodies flush against each other as she wasted no time slipping her hand into Lauren's underwear. Lauren moaned as she felt Bo's fingers start to tease her.
"BO, DYSON'S HERE!" Kenzie's voice echoed through the house.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Bo growled, overwhelmed with frustration at the second interruption of the day.
Lauren groaned, torn between disappointment and amusement at the comedic timing of the situation.
"We can finish, we can," Bo reassured and pleaded, desperately wanting to reclaim their intimacy.
Lauren chuckled, a mix of resignation and playfulness in her voice. "Bo, Dyson's name is a mood killer." She pressed a quick, lingering kiss on Bo's lips. "You'll have to wait for later."
Bo's frustration burned hot. "I am going to kill them both."
"Go on," Lauren encouraged, her voice tinged with a teasing tone. "Go see what they've found out. I'll get myself ready for this party."
With a final lingering touch, Bo reluctantly released Lauren from their embrace, giving her a quick kiss before resentfully leaving.
Bo entered the kitchen, annoyance lacing her voice. "Okay, what have you got for us?" she inquired, pouring herself a glass of wine and taking a seat at the counter.
Dyson turned towards her, recognising the frustration in her tone. "I asked Hale to run those checks. He went through the club members' finances and discovered significant increases in their bank accounts shortly after joining," Dyson revealed.
Bo raised an eyebrow. "So, it's some kind of kickback scheme?"
"Or maybe payoffs? Bribes?" Kenzi chimed in.
Bo nodded, formulating a plan. "Tonight, Lauren and I will gather information and try to find out the source of this sudden wealth. Kenzi, you and Dyson will search the director's office for any incriminating evidence."
"Great, I'll provide backup for Kenzi," Dyson affirmed. Turning to Bo, he added, "Bo, can we talk?"
Before Bo could respond, a wolf whistle from Kenzi diverted her attention. She turned and was greeted by the sight of Lauren standing there, captivating in a tight, short dark red dress that clung to her like a second skin. The fabric, as if tailored to her every curve, accentuated her sensuous silhouette.
"Damn, doc, you clean up real nice," Kenzi complimented, earning a blush from Lauren.
Bo's eyes traced the contours of Lauren's figure, her breath hitching at the display of skin. Her pulse raced, unable to tear her eyes away. She longed to run her hands along the smooth fabric, to feel the warmth of Lauren's skin beneath her fingertips. As Lauren walked towards her and their eyes met, Bo's own were filled with a mixture of hunger and adoration, a reminder of the intoxicating power that Lauren held over her.
"Is this okay?" Lauren asked, her tone teasing and seductive.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Bo whispered, her words intended only for Lauren's ears.
"Interesting choice for a country club," Dyson snarked.
Lauren was consumed by the feeling of Bo's hunger, the connection between them intensifying.
"The manager is an absolute slimeball, so I'd say it's the perfect outfit to get him talking," Lauren responded confidently.
"Couldn't agree more," Bo said, her voice husky.
"Go change, and then we can leave," Lauren instructed Bo, her tone filled with a knowing allure.
Bo's desire surged. "Come upstairs with me," she urged, her tone dripping with need.
Lauren laughed. "Absolutely not," she teased. "Bo, hurry, the sooner we leave, the sooner we'll get back."
INT - COUNTRY CLUB - EVENING
Bo and Lauren followed Mitch through the country club, their steps filled with a mixture of curiosity and nerves.
"We don't usually let newcomers join our little soiree," Mitch said.
"And we're so grateful, aren't we, babe?" Bo said, her tone laced with a seductive undertone.
"Oh, we are so grateful. See, we really believe in community, Mitch, and we can tell that you and your gang are exactly our kind of people," Lauren added.
"Oh, everyone will find you quite simpatico. Now there is one thing. This isn't your standard scotch tasting," Mitch revealed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Mitch swung the doors open, revealing a scene that left Bo and Lauren speechless. The air was thick with an intoxicating blend of desire and revelry. Bodies adorned in skimpy outfits, some even completely naked engaged in passionate exchanges.
"Hey, newbies! Come on in, the water's perfect," Chloe, Mitch's wife, called out from the hot tub, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
Bo and Lauren exchanged a bewildered look, realising they had stumbled upon an entirely different kind of gathering.
"So... This is nice," Bo managed to say, a slight tremor in her voice as she sank into the hot tub, her eyes locked on Lauren.
"Yes, it's delightful," Lauren replied, already submerged in the water, her gaze fixed on Bo. She raised an eyebrow, knowing the hunger that simmered within her lover's eyes amidst the sea of barely clothed bodies.
"Oh, a midnight snack. What's on the menu?" Mitch's curiosity piqued as the chef approached with a tray of delectable treats.
"Grilled flatbread with tomato and chives, and mixed vegetables with a squash tapenade," the chef, Amy, announced.
"Oh, Amy's food is to die for, and it's all fresh from our own garden," Chloe shared with genuine enthusiasm.
"My darling," Bo whispered in a low tone, moving closer to Lauren, their bodies almost touching. "I would say that Mitch is hiding something."
Lauren's eyes darted to Mitch, standing in just his swim shorts, his gaze filled with a predatory intensity as he observed the women. "I would say he's not hiding enough."
"Positive energy. You put it into the world, and it comes back to you tenfold," Chloe chimed in, her gaze sweeping across the hedonistic scene. "That's why I love this place. You can taste the energy flowing between all of us. Isn't that right, dear?" Chloe's words carried a knowing tone as she pulled Mitch into an animalistic kiss.
"Mm. Tastes like success," Mitch mused. "And don't worry. Don't worry. We are very, very discreet."
Bo and Lauren exchanged glances, suddenly realising they were being propositioned. The intensity of the atmosphere made them acutely aware of their own desires and boundaries.
"We, um, we didn't realise," Bo stammered, her gaze drifting to the naked couple beside them.
"Oh, I did. That interview. Coming on to me with your wife watching. Fantastic," Mitch taunted, his gaze filled with both amusement and desire.
"Showing up here tonight without an invitation. Or a bathing suit. We knew right away you were our kind of couple," Chloe added, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Don't be shy. We're not." Chloe's hand reached for Bo, she ran her fingers along her chest and into her cleavage.
Bo was completely consumed by desire, the electrifying sexual energy swirling around her, tempting her to indulge in the atmosphere. However, amidst the sea of carnal pleasures, there was only one person on her mind. The discomfort radiating from Lauren was palpable, a mixture of uncertainty and surprise, as Bo pulled her in closer, their bodies intimately entwined. Although Lauren was not one for public displays of affection, with Bo, she felt a sense of comfort and safety that transcended any inhibitions.
"Mmm, if you would excuse us," Bo addressed the intrigued couple, her voice laced with a seductive undertone. "We are going to find ourselves somewhere a little more private." With determination in her eyes, Bo firmly grasped Lauren's hand and guided her out of the hot tub, swiftly retrieving two nearby robes and leading Lauren away from the alluring chaos.
"That was unexpected," Lauren breathed as they found their way inside to retrieve their scattered clothes. "Are you okay?" Lauren's voice carried genuine concern, knowing all too well the insatiable cravings that consumed Bo.
Bo's gaze met Lauren's, a flame of desire burning in her eyes. Without a word, Lauren took the lead, guiding Bo towards her with gentle yet irresistible force, until Bo's back met the coolness of the wall. Their bodies pressed together, igniting a primal ache within Bo that could only be quenched by Lauren's touch. The softness of Lauren's lips met Bo's in a slow, loving kiss.
"Take from me," Lauren's voice was a seductive whisper, resonating deep within Bo's being. "Just enough to take the edge off, and then I'll take you home. Okay?"
Bo's desperate hunger muted any ability to argue or resist. She surrendered to the overwhelming desire, her lips parting hungrily, as she drew energy from Lauren, a potent elixir that temporarily eased her insatiable cravings. Their bodies shifted, now with Bo firmly pressing Lauren against the wall, their kiss deepening, the connection intensifying as Bo continued to draw from Lauren's essence, pulling away when she felt her hunger gradually subsiding.
"Mmmm," Lauren moaned in ecstasy, her voice dripping with pleasure. "You're getting really good at that."
Bo's concern for Lauren briefly broke through the haze of desire. "You okay?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine care.
"I'm all good, beautiful," Lauren reassured, her expression a testament to the profound love she held for Bo. "Let's get you home."
INT - THE CLUBHOUSE - LATER THAT NIGHT
"What happened?" Kenzi asked as Bo and Lauren walked through the front door looking like they'd had an interesting night.
"You don't want to know," Bo replied, throwing herself down onto the couch.
Lauren headed for the fridge, grabbing wine and pouring herself a glass. "You guys have any luck?" she asked Dyson and Kenzi.
"We found a folder full of member success stories, all dated after each member joined the club. Job promotions, business expansions, real estate deals. It's like they're all somehow pulling strings for each other. Some kind of secret society," Dyson revealed, his voice tinged with intrigue.
"And we found files on all the illegal workers, along with documents showing how many strikes they've received on the job. It looks like when you get more than three, you disappear. Might I add, I have three," Kenzi added, her tone filled with concern.
Dyson continued, eager to share his findings. "I tracked a scent on the grounds and ended up finding an area where they are growing produce-"
"Yes, the manager's wife told us that they grow all their own produce on the grounds," Lauren interjected, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, it appears they are using some kind of special fertiliser to grow the fruits and vegetables," Dyson explained.
"Special fertiliser?" Lauren's voice was laced with intrigue.
"The illegals," Kenzi chimed in. "They're turning the illegals into fertiliser."
Lauren's mind raced, connecting the dots. "Hang on. All of the members are suddenly receiving good fortune, and they're using human bodies as fertiliser. It's a Land Wight, a Nature fae," Lauren declared. "Anyone who eats the food that's grown in the fertiliser will be brought prosperity. The Wight secretes a digestive juice onto its victim to soften it up, then swallows the resulting mass, and the waste becomes fertiliser for the plants that thrive in the Wight's territory."
"The fertiliser is fae poop?" Kenzi's voice held a mix of surprise and disgust.
"It's the chef," Bo asserted, realisation dawning upon her.
"Amy! She's right! It's Amy!" Lauren exclaimed, the pieces falling into place.
"Hale and I will go tomorrow and check her out," Dyson stated, a determined look in his eyes. "I'm gonna head home.
"Wait, Dyson," Lauren called out, her tone urgent. "Can I talk to you quickly?"
Dyson, intrigued and slightly perplexed, followed Lauren to the back of the room.
"Bo needs to heal," Lauren stated bluntly, concern evident in her voice. "I know she hasn't fed for the last few days because I've been with her, and after today, she needs you."
Dyson couldn't hide his surprise. He hadn't expected this level of consideration from Lauren, but he could see the genuine concern she had for Bo. "I don't think she will, Lauren," Dyson replied honestly, his voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty and understanding.
"I'm going to take her upstairs and talk to her. Can you please just stay a bit longer until I leave?" Lauren requested, her eyes pleading.
"Of course," Dyson responded sincerely, his loyalty to Bo unwavering.
Lauren approached Bo, who was still on the sofa, and reached out her hand, offering support. "Come with me," she said softly, guiding Bo upstairs, determined to have a heart-to-heart conversation and provide the care and nourishment that Bo desperately needed.
When they reached the bedroom, Lauren pulled Bo into a sweet kiss. Bo eagerly responded, feeling the intensity of Lauren's emotions through the connection of their lips. Love, passion, desire, and understanding intertwined in that single moment. They both leaned into the kiss, their bodies craving the closeness.
After a moment, Lauren reluctantly pulled away, both women breathing heavily, their eyes locked in an intense gaze.
"Bo, I'm going to say something, and I need you to listen, okay?" Lauren spoke, her voice filled with urgency. Bo nodded, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she awaited Lauren's words.
"You need to feed, and you need more than I can give you," Lauren continued, her voice firm.
Bo pulled Lauren closer, her grip tightening. "No, Lauren, I'm okay," Bo insisted, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"No, Bo, you're not," Lauren countered, determination in her eyes. "You're weak, and you need to heal. You need to let Dyson help you heal."
Surprised by Lauren's words, Bo opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, Lauren silenced her with another deep kiss.
"Lauren, please, I need you. I have been craving you all day. My body is burning for you," Bo pleaded. She pulled Lauren in, continuing their kiss, this time guiding her towards the bed until her legs hit the frame. Bo pushed her down onto the bed, lying on top of her, finding her lips once again. Slipping her hand under Lauren's dress, she knew that Lauren wasn't wearing any underwear. Bo slid two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness. With each thrust, Bo's lips silenced Lauren's moans.
"Lauren, you feel so good," Bo moaned into their kiss, using her body to deepen the pleasure. Suddenly, Lauren flipped them over, keeping Bo's fingers inside her, and began riding her. Bo was mesmerised by the sight, watching as Lauren used her fingers for her pleasure. Bo brought their mouths together once more, desperate for her taste.
Moaning Bo's name, Lauren's voice resonated through their kiss. Bo could feel her tightening around her fingers, knowing she was close to climax.
Just as Lauren's orgasm took hold, Bo began to draw her energy. As the exchange unfolded, Bo felt it all—the intensity of Lauren's orgasm as if it were her own, the loss of control in Lauren's body.
Their lips parted, and Bo felt the weight of Lauren's body slump onto hers. Lauren's chest pounded, her breathing heavy, as Bo wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly.
Lauren allowed her body to fall to the side of Bo's, and they lay facing each other, their legs intertwined, their lips almost touching.
"You felt that, right?" Lauren mumbled.
"Oh, I felt that," Bo smiled.
"That was quite the connection," Lauren whispered.
"Lauren," Bo whispered.
"Mmm," she replied.
"You are exceptional," Bo said.
Lauren pulled her in for a gentle kiss.
"I am yours," Lauren whispered against her lips.
After one final, loving kiss, Lauren rose from the bed. Bo sat up as Lauren got dressed, observing her movements. As Lauren slipped on her jacket, Bo moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Lauren approached, leaning down to give her a farewell kiss.
"I want you, just as you are, Bo," Lauren said sincerely before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she spotted Dyson sitting on the sofa, engrossed in the TV.
"Hey," Lauren greeted him.
Dyson stood up upon hearing her voice. "She needs you," Lauren said, a gentle smile gracing her lips before she departed.