Day 27: Lauren's POV
Hale: Bo better not be there with you. (9:45 p.m.)
Hale: Lauren why is Bo not answering her phone? Is she there with you two? (9:59 p.m.)
Hale: Is it done yet? (10:09 p.m.)
Hale: Lauren. (10:30 p.m.)
Hale: Sorry—Kenz got a hold of her she was napping. (10:47 p.m.)
Hale: Last text...make sure you're collecting all the receipts for the hotel. (10:58 p.m.)
Bo: How do you deal with this? I haven't got a moment of peace. Text after text after text. (11:02 p.m.)
Bo: Aren't you two done yet?I would have had it done in like three seconds (11:06 p.m.)
Bo: I'm think going to take a shower. (11:30 p.m.)
Bo: In case you come back and find me not here not being a pervert (11:43 p.m.)
Bo: Unless you are feeling like naughty Dr. Lewis in which case I'll wait to shower ;p (11:48 p.m.)
Bo: Consider the little face a hint. (11:59 p.m.)
I glance over the absurd amount of texts cluttering up the locked screen of my phone, the tiny green flashing light finally winning the battle with my curiosity. I try not to smirk at the later half but I'm sure I've failed since when I look up from the table Alicia is smirking at me behind the rim of her Chardonnay. She doesn't say anything though, she was just that type of woman.
I had only met her once a couple years ago, my first experience with a water Fae which ironically I thought was just lay terms for a Fae whose origin came from a body of water—interestingly enough that is not the case, there actually is a specific type of Fae called water Fae.
I smirk at myself at the thought, the use of the term interesting—Bo would be polite enough to listen maybe even find it cute, my Geek-Speak but I am about the only person who would find that actually interesting.
My smirk turns to a polite smile as she takes my action as a silent permission to check her own phone. She was what you would call the definition of a classy woman. She always knew when to speak and when not too. When it was time to make an entrance or an exit. Just the exact lines of sexy and slutty. She knew her table manners and had a way of elegantly owning the room the second she made her entrance. And of course she was beautiful as most Fae seemed to be but beyond beauty she was smart, brilliant in fact. If I had another glass or two of wine I may have actually admitted she was smarter than myself and God was that sexy. She was sexy and brilliant and charming and everything I would have normally drooled over and here I was actually on a date with her.
Sure we could call it a 'case' or a 'mission' but that had been taken care of in exactly fifteen seconds, two hours ago. Now we were three course into a five course meal in a sophisticated, five-star restaurant with great food and was very romantic. She was charming and funny and brilliant so what was the problem?
Bo.
No matter how many lovely smiles she flashed at me they just weren't as endearing as Bo's. They didn't make me feel like everything was going to be okay or make my heart skip a beat. No matter how many glances were stolen none of them made my heart race nor made my mind race with the unspoken meaning behind them. No matter how many 'innocent' touches taken they didn't make butterflies swarm in the pit of my stomach or make my blood boil. No matter how many laughs she earned they always seemed hallow in comparison to the ones Bo could earn.
Yes the problem to an otherwise perfect evening, perfect situation, perfect woman—was Bo.
"Everything alright?"
"Hm?" I clear my throat giving me a moment to slide from my succubus centered thoughts back to reality. "Oh yes fine, sorry about that the little light was driving me insane."
"No worries I felt the same way," she smiles softly and she means it as a joke, a way to easy my guilt over being rude but all it does is make me realize the light is once again blinking. "You may check it Lauren, I won't find offense to it. I know Hale has been overly anal over things lately especially with you being partnered with the unaligned succubus," my eyes shift from my phone back up to her, hand resting atop of it.
"Especially?"
"Yes," she nods taking another sip. "Well it is a delicate situation considering Bo is his friend and all but we all know how she can be,"
"No, I don't know how she can be."
"Lauren there is no need to lie, it is no secret that she is careless and sloppy."
"Is that so?" I can feel my eyebrow rise, my jaw tighten as I straighten in my chair.
"Of course. I mean you must have realized why you were here with her,"
"No, please do share."
"Well the least offensive way-"
"No, no please be offensive if need be."
"Well Lauren you do know that this has pretty much been a babysitting duty right?" she pauses and the guilt is immediately evident in her features. "He didn't tell you," she sighs heavily and takes a drink of her wine rather than a sip. "Lauren the first case with the Ramadon was a genuine case but when it was apparent that it was a successful way to keep Bo away for a while and that you have an adequate amount of control on her he decided it would be a win-win plan to occupy her while the Elders came into town."
"I see," I nod as I push my chair out by three inches.
"I'm sorry Lauren I thought you had known. But did you really think that someone with your expertise would be partnered with someone like her even in a situation as ridiculous as a Human-Fae partnering,"
"I'm human," it's an unintentional whisper as I take my hand off the table.
"Right," she says with a political smile pretending as if she had remembered that teeny, tiny fact. "But you are you. You are practically and honorary Fae. The Light value you and everything you've done."
"Of course," I flash my own political smile and nod the sudden reminder of who she was jumping to the forefront of my mind.
"I didn't mean to offend you, in fact I was going to offer you to come back to my hotel. Not sexually of course but I feel tremendously awful for you about the conditions you've had to suffer through having to tag along with her."
I have to hold in a snort at her comment, she feels awful about these conditions I've had to suffer through? These? Yeah they've been motels with some questionable cleaning processes. They've been scary and run down and places I would hate to stay but these conditions were nothing compared to what I've been through-on account of these Light Fae who suddenly seem to value me so much. Taking a deep breath I repeat to myself exactly where she fell on the hierarchy of the Light Fae.
"No it's fine,"
"Now I feel awful we were having a perfectly pleasant time,"
"We were and I appreciate it all," I stand. "The only problem is I only left enough Kibble and water out for an hour and I'm sure if I stay out much longer Bo will manage to slip her leash." Pushing my chair back in making sure to keep a smile on my face. "God knows what reckless thing she might do on her own,"
Despite the insult and attitude she still stood respectively for me, there was a smirk curving her lips with a glisten in her eyes. I'm sure she was surprised by my response after all so was I but I think she also liked it. Honestly I wasn't exactly mad at her not even at Hale that much. I was mad at the general opinion of Bo in which apparently was shared across the board. And yes some of those things I have thought on occasion but none the less they were my things to think. She was my-she was my-well I don't know what to use to finish that sentence but the fact of the matter was no one knew her well enough to think those things.
Yes she could be careless, reckless, irresponsible at times but when she acted that way nine out of ten times it was because she thought she was acting in the best interest of whomever she was trying to help. The problem with Bo was three fold, she had too big of a heart was the biggest issue. The second was that she was immature at times and the third was more of the cause of the second problem—she just didn't have the life experience someone her age should.
She never had an actual lasting best friend until Kenzi. She never has had a real and stable relationship. She never experienced everything that comes along with having a real, committed relationship such as the jealousy, and learning how to navigate the issues that arise. She never learned how to deal with personal issues in relationships and I am using the term relationships in the general term now.
I know all of this about her and I won't lie sometimes even knowing this isn't enough to make excuses for some of her actions but most times it is, after all it is the truth.
Sighing I slide into the drivers seat and quickly start the car, yes the rain has stopped but my weather app continues to stress there will be another pour down-despite what a certain succubus says. Smirking to myself at the thought of her I buckle my seat-belt and check my phone. Ha, what do you know 10 New Messages.
Bo: So should I take your silence as a polite no to the shower offer? (12:12 a.m.)
Bo: Or is that a yes I'm so excited for it that I am rushing back and have no time to text? (12:17 a.m.)
Bo: Just to let ya' know I'm hoping for the second. (12:18 a.m.)
Bo: Okay maybe I over stepped-I'm sorry. (12:23 a.m.)
Bo: Okay I seriously feel like I've crossed over into obsessive stalking but you aren't texting back and I'm worried I upset you. I was just joking. (12:30 a.m.)
Bo: Unless you are up for it in which case I am super up for it. ;) (12:34 a.m.)
Bo: Sometimes I wish I was a guy. (12:37 a.m.)
Bo: Sounded weird I meant because I could use 3X the innuendo. like UP for it lol (12:38 a.m.)
Bo: Okay just delete the last few text and go back to the apology. (12:43 a.m.)
Kenzi: TEXT. BO. BACK. ASAP. I am losing my mind having to hear why you aren't texting her back so TEXT HER BACK. NOW. (12:46 a.m.)
I lean back in my seat, a smirk forcing it's way onto my lips and decide to end her suffering.
Me: I'm on my way back now. (12:48 a.m.)
Me: Not mad or bothered just was unable to answer the phone. (12:48 a.m.)
I go to set the phone down on the passenger's seat and head back after all what was the need to text her I'd be there in less than fifteen minutes but somewhere in between all of this I hadn't completely realized my body was already reacting to her offer. Grinning to myself my eyes shift from the steering wheel back down to the phone and for a moment I toy with the idea of being playful—being spontaneous.
Then I remember who I am.
I ready to pull out when that intrusive little light catches my eye once more and despite my better judgment I pick it up.
Bo: Finally. I'm starving are you bringing me something? (12:49 a.m.)
Me: You could say that, it depends though. (12:49 a.m.)
Bo: On what? :( (12:49 a.m.)
Me: One what exactly you are starving for. (12:49 a.m.)
I can feel my cheeks burning and the longer there isn't a response the more I feel my heart speed up. God why would I do that. Maybe she didn't get what I was hinting at. Shaking my head at myself embarrassment quickly building to the point that when I feel the phone vibrate I almost refuse to check.
Bo: My, my Dr. Lewis are you attempting to talk dirty to me? (12:50 a.m.)
Me: Talk dirty? No. Speak suggestively...possibly. (12:50 a.m.)
Bo: Well in that case please do continue. (12:50 a.m.)
Me: It doesn't work that way. See you'd have to say something and then I'd have to say something suggestive to follow it up. Told you it's not me talking dirty. (12:50 a.m.)
Foolishly I look up from my phone looking around the semi-filled parking lot making sure no one was around. In retrospect I know even if people were walking by no one would know I was text-flirting nor could they even read the text. Even if they had looked into the car all they'd see is me smiling from ear to ear and that could be for any number of reasons.
Bo: Well that case let me think of something to good to say.... (12:51 a.m.)
I know the pause is because she is actually debating with herself just how far to push this. I don't blame her I'm actually debating that exact thought. I mean how far was too far? How far did I want to actually go? Was she just playing around? Was she hoping for this to lead somewhere? Was I hoping for this to go somewhere? My body was certainly answering yes to that question but logically I was hesitant on the thought.
Bo: If I was to say that I have this very explicit fantasy of you giving me a lap dance...you would say...? (12:51 a.m.)
Me: I'd say...you switch our positions in this fantasy and I wouldn't be opposed. (12:52 a.m.)
Bo: Hmm. Okay...so if I was to say I was laying here wanting you...you'd say...? (12:52 a.m.)
Me: I'd say that you are censoring yourself and not saying what you really want to. (12:52 a.m.)
Okay so for someone who is supposed to be hesitant of pushing this to the next level I was certainly pushing this but what could I say this was surprisingly fun and sexy and exhilarating and with every passing heartbeat, every passing rush of heat I found myself enjoying it more and more.
Bo: Okay. What would you say if I told you I was laying here on the bed in nothing more than that matching set of red bra and panties you like so much desperately waiting for you to get here. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: I'd ask why you were desperately waiting for me when I know you're skilled enough to take care of yourself. (12:53 a.m.)
Bo: Because the feel of your mouth on me has no comparison. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: I can make an argument against that. (12:53 a.m.)
Bo: You could try but you'd lose. (12:53 a.m.)
Bo: The softness of your lips, the warmth of you breath, the skill of your tongue. It's incomparable. Indescribable. (12:54 a.m.)
Bo: I could let my idly wandering hand find a home between my thighs and give me the sweet release my body is aching for...but I think there is a chance that you want to be the one to bring me over the edge. To be the one to make me cum for you. (12:54 a.m.)
Licking my suddenly dry lips I look up and look around the parking lot pointlessly. Me being me I can't help but start to debate this in my head. Then I realize how much my body has responded to this-to her. Realize that this little 'forced relationship' won't last for much longer and when we get back we'll be returning to a life that had us forced apart.
Me: You're right. (12:55 a.m.)