"Mother. Father." Lauren stood to greet them but didn't make any physical contact. Bo just watched, wondering if she was supposed to stand to greet them, as well. There was one gigantic thing she immediately noticed about the couple, but she knew that her girlfriend had not noticed or could not notice. She tucked it away for processing later, not sure what to make of the knowledge yet. Any fae would notice it, though, so they had to know that Bo would see it, especially since part of her succubus powers meant she could read energies. Lauren didn't even look fazed, so if she did know, she wasn't reacting like Bo was. From previous conversations, Bo doubted that Lauren knew. "I'd like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend and mate, Bo."
"A pleasure, my dear." Mr. Lewis came to stand near her and take her hand in his to kiss. Bo looked at Lauren, not sure what her reaction should be. She curtseyed, not sure what to do in this situation and not getting any real nonverbal clues from her girlfriend. Bo had never met a Prime Minister before, and it only made matters worse that this was her girlfriend's father. Lauren looked at her with wide eyes, slightly shocked amusement in her expression.
"My mother seems to be quite fond of you." Mrs. Lewis did not sound pleased about this fact at all. Bo just nodded her agreement. Gram did seem to be a fan of hers, even if Bo had been avoiding her as much as possible this past year. "I sense that your bond with my daughter is blindingly strong, yet you're a succubus. How is that working for you?"
"We manage just fine, Mother." Lauren spoke before Bo had a chance. It was not something Bo expected, considering the last time Lauren was around her parents, she barely said anything and had decided to "dump" Bo afterwards. It felt good not needing to worry about that this time. The steeled jaw and "no questions asked" expression and body language from Lauren made Bo feel her own spike of sexual energy towards her girlfriend. If she weren't already madly in love with this woman, she definitely would be now.
"Mind your manners, Lauren. You don't talk to your mother like that. We taught you better." Mr. Lewis sat back in his chair, and Bo could tell from his wife's expression that he had talked out of turn, too. Since Lauren had wanted to be a daddy's girl, as she mentioned, Bo now understood exactly why her girlfriend accepted most things in her life without question. Lauren had been getting crapped on since she was born, no doubt. Bo found she wanted to know why.
"So…Prime Minister. That's a big deal." Bo wanted to break the tension, but the disgusted look on Mrs. Lewis's face at her response told her it was the wrong thing to say. "I mean. I'm from the Midwest, so I'm not used to dining with such high profile people. I had dinner at a table next to Alan Thicke once. That's as high profile as I've ever gotten."
"You still wouldn't be dining here if you hadn't corrupted my daughter." Mrs. Lewis looked like a politician's wife, but she was definitely the one pulling the political strings. She was classy, in her designer dress, pearls hanging around her neck. She looked to be middle-aged, not even old enough to have a daughter in her early thirties. She was a beautiful woman, and Bo couldn't help but smile at the thought at how they had produced such a beautiful daughter. Bo could tell just by the energy and posture of the couple how the relationship worked. Plus, Mrs. Lewis was not afraid to speak her mind, regardless of how rude it was. The Prime Minister was apparently not allowed to speak, which was odd considering he was the most powerful voice in politics. Bo couldn't help but wonder if it was really his wife's voice, and it was some weird fae ventriloquist act. His voice was deep, commanding, and confident when she heard it on television, much like it was now, so she knew better, but he was still a metaphorical dummy.
"She didn't corrupt me. I made the choice to be with Bo. I still make the choice to be with Bo." Lauren's conviction was honest, and Bo felt herself melt at the words. It was one thing she had worried about since the beginning: if Lauren had been given the choice, would she really be with her? When Lachlan had first given Lauren to her, Bo noticed how uncomfortable and out of place her girlfriend was at the clubhouse. It took her quite some time to realize that Lauren was there on orders, yes, but she actually wanted to be there. Bo rubbed her thumb and forefinger across the new band on her other hand.
"Lauren…." Mr. Lewis's warning tone only made Bo recognize the dynamics of Lauren's upbringing. Her mother held all of the power, but Mr. Lewis was the one obviously expected to look after his daughter; well, his only biological daughter. No wonder Lauren claimed she wanted to be a daddy's girl. He was human, so she must have recognized this and clung to the similarity.
"A choice you shouldn't have been allowed to make in the first place. The Ash was too lenient with you. He was too lenient with all under his employee, especially humans." Mrs. Lewis was just as mean and disrespectful as her other children. Bo could see why Roger and Hadley were so horrible and why Maureen never spoke out against her family. "I am not surprised she was able to defeat him. This new Ash is much more excellent with the rules, even if he chooses to forego them with you for some reason."
"Then, you'll be surprised to find that Lachlan is…"
"Still following the rules." Bo knew that Lauren was about to reveal that Lachlan was her half brother. Not many people needed to know that, especially people who wanted to see her gone. If Lachlan was booted from office, Bo wasn't sure she wanted to deal with anybody else as the Ash. There was no guarantee that Lauren would be allowed to continue the residual freedom she was allotted. He just needed to hang on and stay alive for another fifty or so years until Lauren's contract was filled, or until she figured out another way. "I'm the Light's champion, and Lauren is my mate. He is allowed to grant her the freedom to appease me."
"You, young succubus, are more trouble than you are worth. I'm still surprised he allows you to be his champion." Mrs. Lewis folded her napkin across her lap and started to realign the utensils until they were perfectly parallel with the plate. Bo had seen Lauren do this many times; it usually meant she was hiding something. In this case, Bo could tell exactly what Lauren's mother was hiding, though.
"Well, there is that silly fact that I killed both the old Ash and an ancient who has terrorized the fae, both Light and Dark, for most of existence." Bo didn't think she sounded overly proud about this, but she did want to defend Lachlan's decision. It was still odd defending him, considering all the shit he had put them through since he took office. Bo realized just how much power the fae had over the human world now that Mr. Lewis was the Prime Minister, and this actually scared her more about the possibilities of the fae affecting her life since Lauren was human. Bo didn't trust the endgame of this move; not when it was too close to exposing the fae and breaking the One Rule. What did the old Ash think would happen with this political strategy?
"Let's get the major discussions out of the way then, so that we can thoroughly enjoy dinner." Mrs. Lewis laid down her menu on the table. Nobody had come to take their drinks or anything; everyone out there was probably too nervous to approach the tension in this room. Bo envied them; she didn't want to be in here, either. "You murdered my children."
"I only did to them what they and you have been doing to your oldest child all of her life." Bo narrowed her gaze, refusing to allow her anger to surface right now. Lauren was right; her mother was trying to find her weaknesses. "I did what was necessary to protect my mate. You must know what that is like, or at least that desire to do what is necessary."
"You have no authority here." Mrs. Lewis narrowed her own eyes in defense, but Bo could tell she was onto something by going ahead and addressing the fae energy in the room. She didn't want to defeat the woman, but she did want to point out the obvious. If she didn't say anything now, she would definitely tell Lauren later. This was something her girlfriend very much needed to know.
"Is that why nobody touches the Prime Minister here? Did you bind him to protect him, or is that why Lauren was actually born in the first place?" Bo smirked, trying not to feel evil but feeling a little bit so when Lauren's parents both turned their eyes away from the table. "I'm fae, so you had to have known I would see the bond."
"It is none of your concern." Mrs. Lewis stiffened again and became unreadable. Bo could definitely see where Lauren got this trait. When Lauren would numb herself, Bo would get upset that she couldn't read her girlfriend, especially when they were fighting.
"So, why give Lauren so much grief all of these years for being human? Why treat her like crap? Why act like our bond is against nature when you are bound to a human yourself?" Bo could sense Lauren's shock and anger boiling. She was more surprised than anyone at that table when her girlfriend stood, eyes glaring at her mother.
"I…we…you…" Lauren closed her eyes and took a visible breath. She was calmer, Bo noticed, but the anger was still there. "That's why you wanted to meet us for dinner? You wanted to show Bo that you had power and could control the situation? That you were allowed something, but we shouldn't? Oh, Mother. You really have no idea who you're dealing with this time."
"Sit down, Lauren. Your mother meant no harm." Mr. Lewis looked more stern than Bo had seen him so far. There was almost a panicked violence behind his eyes. It made Bo wonder if he used to beat Lauren to teach her submission, treating her like a bad puppy who needed its nose swatted for getting into the trash. When Lauren sat back down in immediate reaction, Bo realized she would have to ask that question later. Mr. Lewis had been the one to admonish Lauren more than her mother, Bo noticed. Whenever their daughter spoke out of turn, it was the human pet that reminded the other human pet to behave. Was this his way of feeling like he had control over his own situation? From what Bo understood, William Lewis was born into the fae world and raised for this very thing. Did they do the same thing to Lauren?
"From what I understand of your…succubus nature…you surely understand the pull of a handsome man and tequila on a young woman's inhibitions." Mrs. Lewis was guarded, so Bo was surprised that she admitted this. "Yes, I wanted you to be aware of the bond, but more importantly, I wanted you to be aware that bound or not to my daughter, you will never be accepted. I never would have allowed the bond in the first place, if I had known in advance, which is customary."
"Allowed? Mother, you don't…" Lauren steeled her jaw and shut her mouth when her father sent another warning glance her way. Bo was definitely going to ask about that relationship later.
"Lauren's right. You don't have any say in that matter. The last person that thought they did? They wound up skewered. Do you really want to go there with me?" Bo felt the fire in her veins start to bubble. She could sense her eyes change and loved the small startled reaction she got from Mrs. Lewis when she noticed. "The only thing I can say at this point is that I'm sorry for what I did to your other children. I was very focused on one outcome, and I didn't think of the consequences. I didn't care that it went against everything I even stood for. I just cared about Lauren. If you can't accept that intense connection, then you are just as foolish as the rest of the fae. I will be the change I want to see in the world."
"Quoting Ghandi does not make you all powerful. I am not threatened by you." Mrs. Lewis was definitely feeling threatened. Bo realized that the woman would not have even set up this dinner meeting if she didn't feel at least somewhat threatened. The thought made Bo's primal urges dance in victory. She felt the need to move; she knew she would be taking Lauren to honky tonk night at the Red Door tomorrow night. After tonight, Lauren would need to be reminded of just how desirable, loved, and appealing she was. Being surrounded by a cornucopia of fae, who would be pulled in by the doctor's magnetic energy, was just the right medicine. Plus, Bo wanted to finally teach her girlfriend how to line dance.
"Mrs. Lewis, I do sincerely apologize for what I did to your other three kids. If there was another way, a way that didn't require me to get innocent people involved, I would have much preferred that. I allowed the darkness inside me to overrule my humanity." Bo took a deep breath to calm herself. Her own parents did evil things on the daily; hell, her father was the man behind the Satan stories, from what she understood. Bo thought she was doing good that she had this not-that-bad-in-comparison thing on her conscience. Apologizing seemed fruitless with this woman, but she needed to say it again anyways. Mrs. Lewis had chosen this public place so that Bo wouldn't make a scene. She understood that now; it was more for her safety than anything. "I love your daughter, and I could give a shit less whether you approve or not. This isn't my first go around, lady. My family is a helluva lot crazier than yours."
"Savages, I'm sure." Mrs. Lewis was lucky that Lauren placed a warm hand on Bo's exposed knee underneath the table. Otherwise, Bo would have jumped the table and taken her out right there. Her primal urges were really becoming a nuisance. "Did you ever think to ask the Ash for Lauren's freedom?"
"I've done as much dozens of times." Bo was appalled that the woman would think her that stupid.
"Did Lauren ever ask directly what could be done to procure that her deal be complete, now that she knows that her siblings were fae? That she did not need to protect them? Again, I put the emphasis on the word "were." Are you sure that you are unaligned? I definitely sense the Dark inside you." Again, Mrs. Lewis arched a challenging eyebrow. Again, Lauren squeezed the hand she had kept on Bo's knee to prevent her from jumping. "I'll take that as a no."
"All of the elders are threatened by Lauren. If she had asked, the Ash could have punished her just for asking. They won't just allow a human, especially her with all of her advanced knowledge of them, to walk away unscathed." Bo knew this had been true with the old Ash and with Lachlan. She had studied and been in their world long enough to know that there would be consequences for every action. It was why she had worked with both the Morrigan and the Ash to get Lauren that neutral status. If the Light Fae elders could see that Lauren had working knowledge of their enemies, as well, they would more than likely feel less threatened. In this deal, more issues could happen, but Bo figured she would get there when they became necessary. Luckily, everything seemed to be going smoothly so far. Lauren was happy; that was the most important thing.
"And you think you getting her freedom will make that situation better?" Mrs. Lewis honestly laughed. Bo was happy that Lauren did not share this trait with her mother. It was an extremely unattractive laugh. "Oh, you are too much. You've not even thought about that. One track mind indeed."
Bo did not get a chance to reply as a team of wait staff entered the area to finally take their orders. Bo hadn't known what any of the stuff was on the menu when she had briefly looked at it before Lauren's parents arrived. She was glad that Lauren ordered for them. Regardless, Bo had a feeling she would not eat the food once it arrived. She had no appetite.
"Let us talk of you, Bo. Tell me about you. Who are you?" Mrs. Lewis leaned back slightly in her seat. It was just enough to keep her collected sophistication but still show off her change of tension. "What makes you think you are even worthy of my daughter?"
"I don't." Bo had felt like this for a long time, and she had told Lauren as much. To admit it to her in laws, though? It was a bad move, she knew. "Your daughter is the most amazing and beautiful and ridiculously talented person I have ever met. Your loss is my gain."
"Bo." Lauren lightly squeezed her knee again, and Bo looked over to see the worry lines in her girlfriend's expression.
"I'm in love with your daughter, and whatever I did to make her love me in return, I will never get that lucky again. I know what I have, and it makes me want to fight to keep it that much more." Bo realized that her insane logic over the past two years, her strong need to protect and give Lauren everything, was her constant. It had changed her completely, and she could finally admit that this thought didn't bother her anymore. She had taken away Lauren's siblings' choices, which went against everything she believed in, but Bo felt like she could even look Gram in the eye again. She was done apologizing for her crazy. If Lauren could forgive her, then she could learn to forgive herself. "I don't think I need to explain myself anymore than that. You've already made it known that you won't approve of me, so I'm not going to waste my time trying to convince you otherwise. I can tell you're not a woman easily swayed."
"If you wanted to, you have the power to sway me." Mrs. Lewis was talking about her succubus powers; nobody at this table believed Bo could sway the woman any other way. "Is that how you convinced my daughter? Is she enthralled to you?"
"You wouldn't be able to feed for her if she was." Bo had read that succubus book enough to know that once a succubus enslaved someone with their powers, the thralls would never be touched by any fae. "I've sensed you feeding from me, so I know you must be feeding from Lauren, too. You know very well that her energy would be physically blocked from you if I had used my powers on her."
"Then, you also must know that I sense your power, so you know why I am asking who you are." Mrs. Lewis narrowed her gaze and accepted the glass of wine that had been poured by one of the wait staff. There were only four of them having dinner here, so it was silly that they had just as many people waiting on them. Bo could hardly get one person to wait on her and her crew at that diner across the street from the Dal.
Earlier, there had been no one in here but them, but now, there seemed to be someone constantly in and out fussing over them. There was bread on the table when they got there, but nobody had touched it. Bo was not positive that it wasn't just part of the decorations. A plate was placed in front of her, but the plate was way bigger than what was actually on it. Bo wasn't sure what was on it, actually, so she watched what Lauren did before following the leader. She wasn't aware how food hungry she was until she saw barely there food on the expansive white space on the square plate. Nobody talked as the wait staff just continued to take plates and glasses and give plates and glasses. Bo had thought the tiny portion of fish had been the main meal, so she had eaten more of it than her counterparts. She was hungry, but she also wasn't aware that there was more food coming.
There seemed to be some unspoken agreement that conversation halt when the food started coming. Bo wondered if this was a high society thing; she didn't remember this when she got her etiquette badge. At least the food arriving and disappearing meant that conversation was not necessary. Bo was happy for the reprieve, even though the tension was still on the surface.
After the fish was removed, Bo felt like a carnivore when these lamb chop looking things were placed in front of her. Everything was delicious, and she was glad that she hadn't keeled over from being poisoned. If Mrs. Lewis had truly wanted to end her, she missed the perfect opportunity. By the time the salad was taken and the small dessert plate had arrived, Bo felt her food hunger was satiated slightly, though she was craving a greasy cheeseburger now. Watching Lauren in her yummy outfit, Bo felt her other hunger start to make itself stronger. The food was good; she could admit dinner was delicious, but she knew that her meal later would be a thousand times better.
"There is one thing I want to discuss before we depart." Mrs. Lewis accepted the brandy glass, and Bo immediately thought about Kenzi's brandy logic: It was something people who had shitty days drank. Well, Bo imagined this dinner counted as a shitty day, despite the delicious food, delicious outfits, and wonderful intimate exchanges with her girlfriend on the way here. The dinner with her parents, though? Bo would not mind if they never had to this again during their long life together. She suspected she wouldn't really have to until Lauren was the only Lewis child left living. "I propose a truce. I will not retaliate against you if you find a way to restore my children to their original form. I don't know how you got that formula, but I know my daughter well enough to know that if anybody can find a solution, it is her. Maureen's husband has had no luck."
"The damage is already done, so why put me and especially Lauren through that uncertainty again? At least this way, we have an eventual guarantee." Bo knew that Lauren's formula was still a secret. Not even Trick knew that Lauren was the creator, though Bo knew he suspected it. Bo hadn't even wanted to ask Lauren what she had done with the formula, too afraid of the answer. If Lauren kept it, it could traced back to her, but if she got rid of it, it meant they lost a powerful weapon. Bo couldn't decide what her girlfriend would have chosen. The doctor part of her would have kept it, but the part that was severely affected by its consequences would have gotten rid of it.
"There is nothing stopping me from destroying you both." Mrs. Lewis, no doubt, would attempt it, and the thought that she was willing to destroy her own daughter told Bo that she would definitely not be making any deals with this woman.
"You would be smart not to underestimate me, especially if you are threatening Lauren." Bo narrowed her gaze and didn't care that she broke the sophisticated lady look she had going when she went to stand and grab for the pen knife tucked under her dress. The young man standing in the corner beside her noticed the extra leg exposure, and she sensed his energy. It was Lauren's panicked energy that sobered her and stopped her from resorting to violence. "I won't make any deals with you."
"Lauren is still my daughter, so as a mother, especially a Hestian, I still have that happiness that she has mated herself to someone who protects her. It's not a reaction I can stop from happening. I just don't trust you not to destroy her like you did my other children." Mrs. Lewis did remove herself from the table then, and Lauren's father followed in reaction. She stood looking down at them, and Bo did feel threatened slightly in the woman's gaze. "You may have some power, succubus, but never underestimate the power of a mother when you've messed with her children."
"Lauren, dear, it was a pleasure to see you again. Come visit the mansion soon." Mr. Lewis placed a hand on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren just smiled in response. "Bo, it was good to finally meet you. I fear we must take our leave now. I have meetings in the morning and will need my rest."
"Of course." Bo shook his hand when he offered it, and she was glad that Mrs. Lewis moved to stand behind him. Not that she expected any warmth from the woman. When it was obvious she was feeding from her earlier, Bo only felt violated and disturbed instead of the warmth she usually attributed to a Hestian feed. Not even Hadley's violation feeding was this cold and prickly. The older woman definitely knew how to use her powers for good and bad.
Bo turned to Lauren and felt her girlfriend's tense energy relax a bit. They were both drained, it seemed. Suddenly, the prospect of her getting laid tonight diminished more than she wanted to admit. The dinner left them with more questions and more things to talk about than before. Bo didn't say anything but did notice that Lauren's nervous habit of rubbing her pendant between her thumb and forefinger had now been replaced with doing that same thing on the ring Bo had given her. Bo could tell this meant that Lauren was thinking about them and their situation.
Lauren finally made eye contact with her, and Bo smiled at her before entwining their hands on top of the table to stop her girlfriend's nervous habit.
"Can I get you ladies anything else? The bill has been covered by the Prime Minister, but he has told me to keep your tab running as long as you would like. There is no rush." The young man was the same one from earlier that had noticed Bo getting ready to attack; well, all he really noticed was her lifting her dress up to show more leg. He was obviously thinking back to this, as his lust-filled teenage energy was heavy. "Anything at all?"
"I think we'll take our leave." Lauren smiled at him, and Bo was surprised at the territorial tone from her girlfriend. It only heightened her own sexual energy. She handed him the valet ticket. "My wife and I have a long drive back home. Could you have the valet bring our car around for us?"
"Yes, ma'am." The young man bowed before he left, though Bo suspected it was more out of nervous lust than an actual requirement to do so. It occurred to her that Lauren didn't bow to her parents; this simple fact made Bo smile in relief. She didn't realize she was expecting that gesture from Lauren. Then, something else registered in her mind and she had to smile big, knowing she was definitely getting laid tonight now.
"Your wife?" Bo smiled even bigger, arching an eyebrow in amusement as Lauren stood and kept their hands clasped together.
"You said you wanted everyone to know. I'm just helping that along." Lauren had her own mischievous smile, which was a welcome change to the earlier tension in the room they were now vacating. They were doing their familiar dance of avoidance, using the promise of sex as their go to defense mechanism. "If we drive to Gram's, we cut our trip by thirty minutes."
"What about Kenzi?" Bo had told her they would be home tonight.
"What about her? I'm not entirely positive I'm comfortable with her joining the party I have planned. It's a bit of a 'for your eyes only' event." Lauren moved a little closer as they moved to the valet waiting area, the mixture of an intoxicating meal blending with the dinner tension flowing through her girlfriend…wife. Bo smiled; thinking of Lauren as her wife did sound extremely appealing. She squeezed their hands and watched as Lauren opened the car door for her.
The drive was made in tense silence, and Bo was glad that the sexual tension inside the vehicle coupled with the car's humming against her most intimate places drowned out the tension from the dinner. Lauren's energy was intense, and Bo wondered if she was heading for another sex-induced coma. The way she was speeding and wanting to cut a half hour driving time only reinforced in the succubus's mind that she was getting lucky tonight. Her primal urges returned, hoping that tonight would be a chance to be lucky in every aspect.
Lauren was definitely reacting by avoiding, since it was obvious the dinner with her parents had left her drained emotionally; it was what they did. If Lauren was promising some sexy times, though? Bo never liked to pass up that opportunity. Talking could wait until the morning after. This time, Bo decided to not think about it as avoiding. Instead, they were relaxing and relieving the tension necessary to have the talk. If she happened to get a better multiple course meal in the process, Bo was not complaining.
Lauren didn't seem to care about the gravel spinning from the Aston Martin's tires as she sped up the driveway. Gram didn't know they were coming, either, so it was almost like popping in on her unannounced. This was why Bo wasn't surprised when Lauren pulled onto the other side of the barn lab in the grass, putting the car into the dark and out of view of the house. She killed the lights but not the car, the registers still blowing air. When the car was fully in park, Bo just sat back and watched as her girlfriend unbuckled her safety belt and moved to straddle her in the car on the passenger side, lips feverishly attached before Bo even had a chance to undo her own seatbelt. She was correct in her earlier assessment that this wasn't a car made for this type of movement, but she welcomed it regardless. She was happy to be proven wrong.
"Mmm…I'm into this, but shouldn't we at least kill the car? Let the windows fog up so no one can actually see in, even if they know what's happening inside?" Bo undid her belt the best she could, and Lauren reattached their mouths in a hurried kiss once she was free.
"Let them see. I don't care. I just need you inside me." Lauren was never good at dirty talk, but she apparently was taking lessons somewhere. Bo reacted to the aggressive neediness automatically; her primal succubus nature wouldn't have it any other way. "Now."
"Lauren, hey…" Bo's words protested but her body did not, as she allowed Lauren to pull her hand under her dress exactly where she said she wanted her. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh." Lauren was not kidding when she said "now." Bo had to question who the sex monster was in this moment, because Lauren was definitely giving the succubus a run for her money. When she felt her primal instincts take control, Bo knew exactly why. Lauren was baiting her. She wanted that primal instinct to surface.
Instead of questioning too much, not that her lust-muddled brain could, Bo just went with it as she also sent pulses through the fingers she had buried inside Lauren. The lust-filled and vulnerably open expression on her girlfriend's face only fueled the succubus further, as Bo pulled Lauren's face towards hers and didn't stop kissing her while she fed. It took a lot of concentration on her part to move her fingers, send her energy, and take Lauren's energy through kissing at the same time, but when Lauren's muscles tightened and Bo felt her girlfriend's release in every part of both of their bodies, she felt her own miniature release occur with her.
Her wife. Lauren had said it first. Bo knew she could say it now. Her wife.
Lauren relaxed on top of her, head buried in her shoulder, hot breath tickling Bo's neck. Her breathing was hard and her body was shaking. Bo just wrapped her arms completely up Lauren's back and held her close, letting her calm and recover from the intense orgasm.
"Shh…hey, I've got you." Bo stayed in place, her pelvis muscles contracting from her own need, as she held her wife and soothed her hands along the woman's back. "Car sex, huh?" Lauren just laughed, obviously still not able to talk. "Amazingly expensive and expressive car sex, no less. Maybe you did borrow Gram's car to impress me." Bo knew her eyes were blazing blue when Lauren leaned back to kiss her again and make eye contact. This time, the kiss was sweet and loving instead of needy. "Consider me thoroughly impressed."
"Sorry for the…neediness. I just…I felt so uncomfortable tonight, and you were there and... Bo, nobody has ever…I mean, my parents…and I've never even talked back to them like…and…" Lauren's inability to communicate told Bo she had done her job extremely well. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Bo whispered against her lips before pulling Lauren in for another soft, loving kiss. "I love seeing this side of you."
"I hope you get to see me from every side by the time the night's over." Lauren stayed straddled to Bo but moved over to finally kill the ignition and pull the keys out. "After tonight, you definitely deserve anything you want."
"Even that one position?" Bo had been trying for months to get Lauren to do it, but the doctor had claimed it was impossible.
"Even that one position." Lauren's energy was abuzz with a sexual warning label. Bo saw the flashing sign in her energy that read "Warning, you will be thoroughly sexed and sated. Proceed with caution." Bo never did pay attention to warning labels, as she slammed open the car door and followed Lauren out of it. Bo didn't give her girlfriend a chance to take back her promise; they were going to try that one position once they got inside. They would need a flat surface and absolutely no clothes, and she was not about to sully that beautiful experience in the middle of a farm field.
Still, Bo couldn't wait to touch her girlfriend again, not even the few yards to get inside the barn lab. She leaned her wife against the side of the outside wall not far from the car or the barn's side door. Bo pulsed Lauren for an added incentive before feeding from her at the same time again. It was like they were in perfect rhythm with each other right now. She pulled Lauren's legs around her torso and held her wife's entire weight in her supernaturally strong arms as she pushed her into the barn's siding, kissing her long neck and rubbing her fingers against Lauren's still sensitive areas. Lauren's legs dropped when she released again, and Bo pulled them inside the barn finally.
Once inside, they managed to start undressing, dropping shoes first and then dresses as they kissed and groped their way down the hallway, past all of the medical exam rooms. They made it inside the automatic doors as they completely removed all barriers of clothing. When Lauren stepped back to move to the stairs, Bo was having none of that. The lab had a floor. They were naked. That's all she needed to know, as she pounced on Lauren yet again.
