Bo
"You smell different," Dyson said as we lay in bed together. I felt a lump rise in my throat.
"What- what do you mean?" I asked quickly, not looking at him.
I'd showered for at least a half hour, using as much shampoo and body wash as possible. I even stole some of Kenzi's perfume and lotion.
He leaned in and began kissing , "You smell like... lavender ... and cherries."
"Oh, yeah, Kenzi ... she let me borrow some perfume," I lied.
"I like it," his lips moved up to capture mine. I kissed him back and put my hands on his shoulders. It felt forced. The guilt was also potent in my gut. I pushed him away.
"I don't think I can tonight," I said, looking up at him. "I'm really tired. I'm sorry."
"Wow, being turned down by a Succubus three times in one week." He smiled, "Should I be worried?"
I forced a smile and replied, " Of course not."
He nodded and lay down, wrapping his arms around me.
He'd fallen asleep in minutes and I still lay awake two hours later. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. Obviously, I was attracted to Lauren, but after her betrayal I didn't think I'd ever feel the same for her emotionally. Tonight it was as if those emotions returned tenfold.
If I was honest with myself I would admit that it wasn't just tonight. Ever since she'd come to examine me the first time, her touch had reawakened my desire for her. I had thought I was done with her, but I'd just been pushing back all my emotions, occupying myself in a relationship with Dyson.
I'd found myself wishing that it was Lauren instead of Dyson every time we had sex. Everytime I'd seen her over the passed few weeks for routine check-ups I had looked forward to them, anticipating just seeing the doctor, making her smile or laugh or even just hearing her voice.
As I tried to close my eyes and will myself to sleep, my mind kept replaying the scene earlier at the Dal. Lauren pinned against the wall, panting, biting her lip, her face and neck flushed. And the fact that pleasuring her had gotten me so turned on that all it took was a touch from her before I came.
It was wrong, what I did. I knew that, but I lost the control I'd had for the past few weeks. I lost control and I couldn't blame it on the fact that I am a Succubus. I didn't feed from her.
Lauren
I hadn't gotten any sleep. The cultures under the microscope were blurring and focussing on anything but Bo was impossible. I stepped away from the table and rubbed my eyes, trying to stay awake, then jumped when my phone started to ring.
"Hello?" I answered, groggily.
"Lauren, I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to call," Bo's voice was frantic through the phone.
I instantly snapped out of my daze, "Bo, calm down. What is it? What's wrong?"
"It's Dyson, he won't wake up. Please, can you come here? Like, now? I don't know what to do."
"I'll be right there. Try to get a hold of Hale and Trick." I told her as I put on my jacket and grabbed my kit. "I'm on my way."
When I arrived at Bo's, Hale was already there. Bo was pacing but looked up and ran over to me.
"Thank God, you're here," she grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to her room where Dyson lay on her bed. I couldn't help the twinge of pain in my chest as I observed the scene. I pushed my feelings away and went over to kneel by the bed. His pulse was slow, but at least he had one.
I lifted his eyelids to check his pupils only to find his eyes were completely black. "Shit," I muttered under my breath.
"What? Lauren, what is it?" Bo pleaded from behind me.
"Call Trick, right now," I ordered her, "And get Hale up here. We need to get Dyson to the Dal as soon as possible."