hope everyone had a good valentines day! thanks for the reviews too. this chapter wasnt supposed to cut off where it did but I've got to go to class. hopefully ill have the rest up sunday. enjoy and thanks for reading.

Bo

As I felt her Chi enter my body, my head cleared a little. I was still very drunk, having downed about half the bottle of tequila in a half hour.

Sam lived above the club, so the bass beats resounded throughout her apartment and drowned out all other sound.

Her hands gripped the headboard as she arched her back, legs shaking. I grinded against her thigh, my leg pressing my fingers deeper into her with every thrust.

"Fuck!" she cried out as we both came. I stayed where I was as we both rode out the after shocks then collapsed next to her on the bed. I looked over at her, seeing the slight sheen of sweat covering her body and watching as her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breathing. I felt my hunger rising again.

Sam rolled over onto her side and propped her head up with her hand. "You are incredible," she whispered, "I haven't felt anything like that in over a century."

"Don't get laid much, do you," I joked.

She laughed and shook her head, "Sometimes I forget that you are so new to the Fae world."

"What do you mean?"

She traced her fingers lightly down my body. "Do you know what a Cupo is?"

"I'm guessing that's the kind of Fae you are... but other than that, no, I don't know what that is."

"I figured. There aren't many of my kind left," she began softly, "Like you, Bo, we feed off of emotions. You feed off of sexual energy; we feed off of desire, but not just sexual desire. If, say, someone wanted something very badly, like a car or a promotion, we can feed off of that desire, too. Yet, the more we feed from it, the less desire is left in the human or Fae," she explained, then looked me straight in the eyes. "But you are the exception. I've been feeding off of you for a few weeks now and your desire... your want... has only grown."

I swallowed nervously and dodged her gaze, "So you can't take it away?"

She shook her head, "This woman, whoever she is... she has all of you. I can see her, feel her in you whenever I feed. Why would you want that taken away? I can't imagine how it'd feel to want or be wanted like that."

"You don't want to," I told her. "It's... excrutiating."

Sam leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, "Love always is."

A few hours later...

I stumbled into the dark house a little after four in the morning and hit my knee off one of the wooden beams. "Shit," I muttered, bending down to rub the injured spot. I was still a bit drunk since Sam and I had had a few more drinks.

"Bo?" I heard Lauren's voice across the room. I could just barely make out her figure sitting upright on the couch.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," I apologized, walking towards her.

"You didn't. I couldn't sleep," she said and I slumped down next to her on the couch. "Are you okay?"

"Just a little bump, no big," I told her. "What's up? I know the couch doesn't make for the best bed."

"No, it's fine. I just can't seem to shut my mind off." She pulled her legs up and hugged them to her chest. "How was your night?"

I shrugged, "It was alright. I don't... I don't usually do this, you know. I just needed to... let off some steam, I guess."

She nodded. "Does, uh... does Dyson know?"

I was taken aback. I had been referring to the sneaking out and drinking. "I- I didn't..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume anything," she said quickly. "Lack of sleep and not thinking before I speak," Lauren covered her face and shook her head. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so weird, especially after what happened yesterday with the whole... boob grabbing thing."

I laughed at how flustered the doctor was acting. "Calm down, Lauren," I told her and rested a hand on her upper arm. She looked up at me. "Listen, I actually got a kick out of the whole 'boob-grabbing' thing. I know I'm drunk right now, but seriously, it's okay."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "It's funny now. But at the time, extremely embarrassing." She shook her head and her smile faded. "How drunk are you?"

I tilted my head, "Well, the room isn't spinning, so that's a good sign. But I'm definitely feeling it. Why?"

"I wanted to ask you something... kind of personal," she said quietly.

I was a little wary of where this was going. "You can ask and I'll answer if I can."

She nodded, wringing her hands. "Okay, um, well... I was wondering and, this may be out of line... I'm just trying to piece together some things... about us." She looked at me and bit her lip. God, I loved when she did that.

"What do you wanna know?"

"How close were we? Because, I don't know how to explain it but, even though I don't really remember, I feel like you meant something to me as more than just a friend." Lauren put her hand back over her face. "If I'm wrong about this, is there anyway we can make things not awkward between us?"

I sat there with my mouth slightly open, not knowing how to answer. Then it hit me. "Oh God, you were awake earlier, weren't you?"

She uncovered her face, but still wouldn't look at me. Finally, she spoke, "Yea... I was. And what you said... Bo, I don't know what happened in Limbo that made me forget you, but I do know that what you said earlier, it made me remember something, I think. I don't know if it actually happened or not. It was so vivid, though."

I swallowed and tried not to get my hopes up. "What did you remember?"