Day 60: Bo's POV

"God!" she almost yells as she spins around hands flying to my shoulders. At first her palms are tight, flat pressing back against me until she realizes it's just me and then they relax just enough to have a hold on me. Her body still trapped between mine and her car but she isn't worried anymore.

"Bo will suffice,"

"Cute," she smiles with a lazy scowl. "Do you plan to back up?"

"Nope," I smirk, reaching out resting my hands on the hood of her car, one on each side making sure she can't escape.

"What are you doing?"

"Me? I am just making my nightly rounds, you know being as bad as I can be."

"Is that similar to being all you can be?"

"Caught that did you Doctor?"

"I did." she grins and leans slightly forward lips inching closer to mine. "But I meant what are you doing here, at this moment?"

"Well Doctor Lewis," I pause realizing I don't actually have an answer for her. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing here let alone doing at this moment. "Being a very, very bad succubus," I make sure to keep my smirk firmly in place and hope she doesn't catch onto my uncertainty.

"Is that so?" her left eyebrow raises and I can tell she is trying to figure something out. Maybe if I am lying? Maybe what she wants to do?

"It is, I am in a hurry to rack these points up. From what I hear you are in major need of some assistance,"

"You have no idea,"

"Are we still talking about the case?" I ask raising my own brow as I pick up on the hint of longing in her voice.

"Of course," she says flatly and I can't tell if she is lying or not. She continues to grin, her hands still holding a firm grip on my shoulders while her body is as relaxed as it can be in its current position but I can't tell what she is thinking—I can't even tell what I'm thinking at the moment. "What else would we be discussing?

"Well doctor," what the hell you only live once—and after all I am supposed to be seriously misbehaving so why not. I take the last half step in leaving not even a hint of space between us, tilting my head forward I let my lips hover over hers. "We could be discussing this very, very compromising position you've managed to get yourself into,"

"You think I couldn't get free if I wanted too?"

"I doubt it,"

She doesn't say anything and I can't help the way my smirk grows knowing I've won, my eyes dancing over her face before falling back to her lips which haven't stopped calling to me since the moment she turned around. I won't lie I may not have known why I came here or what I was doing but now all I wanted to do was kiss her. Was do some very non appropriate things right here and now in this questionably lit parking lot. I wanted to push the envelope and I wanted to see how far she would be willing to push it with me.

My mind jumps from it's consuming, borderline fantasies to reality. Her hips shifting slightly causing me to start to look down until I realize she is pressing her thigh against me with just the right amount of pressure to push my legs apart just enough for her to slide in between far enough to her liking. My eyes shooting back up to hers before they even made it past her shoulders.

"Still think so?"

"We—well Doctor all that did was make me contemplate some very un-PG thoughts, hardly set you free."

"Well succubus," she smirks hands slowly sliding down from my shoulders to my elbows were she decides to grip me once again. Leaning into me causing my breath to hitch. "If I really wanted to get free all I would have to do is simply suggest us going upstairs at which point you would willingly and eagerly step aside."

"Is that so?" I ask softly breath hitching again as she shifts her leg against me again.

"Isn't it?"

"No," I lie.

"Well that is unfortunate," she leans back against the car the best she can trying to create distance between us.

"It is."

"Bo?" she speaks after a solid minute of silence.

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

Well that was the million dollar question wasn't it. I had been walking around trying to figure out what kind of trouble I could get into as I had been for a little over a week now and before I knew it I was over here. I had thought she was still sleeping at the prison but thanks to life's little miracles here she was. And when I had walked into the parking lot toward her realizing she didn't notice I was here I had fully intended to just scare her and then we'd share a laugh and then we'd—well I didn't think that far ahead but I certainly wasn't planning this.

I wasn't even thinking about kissing her let alone trying to round a base or two-or four. But somehow things have suddenly slipped down a slippery sloop like those little hot-wheels cars that use to be big in the 90's, damn little things never stayed in one spot.

I can't lie the only real thing on my mind now was taking her upstairs and doing some very, very bad Bo things or hell even doing them right here and now. Problem with that idea was one, I realize we're in public and someone might come along. Could care less about getting caught myself, wasn't so much a fan of someone seeing her like that though. Second problem was that Lauren was just so tired and stressed and worried and did I really wanna be the person who took advantage of that?

Who am I kidding, I am completely that person.

But in all fairness she has helped make me that person. Lets look at this objectively, second time we had sex was right before she was taken prisoner. One of the first few times we kissed was right after she showed me Nadia's body. I mean it's not like she has ever found herself in a position like this and was like 'NO Bo'-except that one time where she just wanted to sleep in my arms—and even then we ended up kissing so yep this lack of consensus in these situations is completely her fault.

Let look at now, she was the one giving me her sexy eyes and grin which she KNOWS I am a sucker for. And her hands haven't left me once, oh AND lets not forget her little leg trick—God I wish she wouldn't have stopped that. So yeah to sum up she is just as much to blame as me.

I know I am a horrible person.

"Bo?" she whispers again.

"Lauren,"

"This is getting slightly weird,"

"Yeah," I nod.

My intention was to simply say 'Goodnight Lauren' and kiss her on the cheek, after all I was on this new kick with her of trying to be sweet and honest and considerate. That was the full extent of my intention yet what happened was not that sweet.

Somewhere in between this all my lips didn't get the memo that the destination was her cheek because before I knew what was happening I found my lips on hers. First it was a soft lingering kiss, and then another and then another each one lasting longer than the last as they always seemed to do. Then on the fourth her lips parted and that was all the invitation I needed.

My hands dropped from the roof of her car dropping right to her hips pressing her harder against the car as if my body wasn't doing a good enough job all on it's own. My legs parting allowing her leg to resume it's previous teasing position all the while her hands flew into my hair—suddenly thankful I left it down tonight. She moans into my mouth when I bite her tongue, her leg pressing up harder against me in retaliation earning a moan from myself.

Self control quickly flying out the window my hands slide up the curve of her hips slipping underneath her scrub top. This earning another growl into her mouth realizing she is wearing an undershirt as usual, I don't know why she always needed to wear SO MANY clothes.

"Wait. Wait." she lets out breathlessly as she breaks off the kiss. "We-"

"You're right I'm sorry." I shake my head trying to avoid her gaze hoping that my control will return at some point. "We shouldn't-"

"Really?" I look up at the shock in her voice. Her brow furrowed with this little angry pout fixed on her face.

"Ye—yeah—no? What were you going to say?"

"I was going to say we need to go upstairs,"

"Oh—OH!" I feel my eyes widen, smile taking over my face as I lean in for a kiss but she jerks back as her hands go back to my shoulders pushing against me.

"Wait you want to stop?"

"What?" I whisper swallowing back the lump in my throat. Mr. Foot meet Mr. Mouth. Why can't I ever just let people finish their sentences? WHY?

"You were saying to stop, that we couldn't do this."

"Oh yeah that-" I run my right hand through my hair, left staying on the curve of her stomach. "Forget about that crazy talk."

"Mm-hm," I lean in again going for a kiss but she responds the same way. Dammit. "Maybe you were right that we shouldn't,"

"No, no I was wrong. Crazy. Completely crazy we can definitely do this, in fact we should do this if nothing else for the interest of keeping my bad-girl cred up."

"How exactly would that keep your bad-girl cred up?"

"I—well I'm not exactly sure but it sounded good in my head."

She runs her eyes over my face but there is something different now. I can still see the arousal, still feel it burning like a volcano but there is a softness to her features, a sadness—a hesitation that doesn't seem like I can charm my way through.

For once I just wish I could say the right thing, just once.

She forces a smile and I know it's forced which hurts more than anything. Her hands slide back down my arms stopping when they reach my wrists. Gripping them tightly she pulls them from beneath her shirt gently before holding them in her own as her eyes lock with mine.

"You're right," she whispers and I can't quite describe why this hurts but it does. "We really shouldn't," she gives this little head shake and her eyes leave mine, another rush of pain attacking my heart.

Why do I think she doesn't just mean at this moment?

"Goodnight Bo," she whispers placing a soft kiss to my cheek as she lets go of my hands. She forces another soft smile and walks away leaving me standing here able to do nothing but watch her walk away from me.

There was so many things I didn't understand about tonight. Like why I came here or why I always seem to mess everything up. But the biggest thing I didn't understand was the tidal wave of hurt wrecking havoc on my heart.

Why did it feel like when she said 'we shouldn't' that it meant a lot more than tonight? Why did it feel like her 'goodnight Bo' was a goodbye? Why was watching her walk away as painful as it is?