A/N: It's 1am, I'm pooped, there might be errors, but I hope your brains will go over them like they don't even exist. The more I write Tamsin, the more I want to explore her character. She's so complex and has amazing potential. I hope you all like and enjoy reading this chapter. More to come for sure.
The nervous Doctor stood in front of a door she came to know very well over the course of the week. The Garuda was getting closer to ripping the group apart and Lauren wasn't closer to finding a way of killing him. They could only speculate what he might have learned during his semi-vacation in Nadia's body.
She didn't know, nor trust Tamsin, yet the only thing that was able to release her stress was getting to know her, in the biblical sense. In fact, they've been 'knowing' each other all week long. It only took a phone call and a simple: "I'll be right over".
"What's up, Doc?" The tall blonde answered her phone.
"Where are you, right now?" A shaky voice questioned.
Tamsin took a sip of her Mocha: One sugar, no cream, and no whip cream. Get it right please. "Timmies, getting my daily dose of caffeine so I can actually be around people and not punch them in the nose," Was the woman's truthful answer.
"The one closest to my place." She added with a knowing smile. Looking down at the cup in her hand, she closed her eyes for a moment, expressing her eternal gratitude for this establishment and this coffee's existence.
"Stay where you are, I'll be right over." Lauren didn't need a reply, as she bolted out of her house, and lab coat, and made her way towards the sacred Canadian coffee shop. Maybe I'll get a box of Timbits after, the Doctor pondered.
Both women found solace and refuge in the Detective's car, making it rock it back and forth on its fortunately sturdy suspension, fogging up the windows in a much better version of Jack and Rose's love scene.
Back to the present, Lauren still stood in front of Tamsin's door, nervously fiddling and picking at her fingers. She hadn't informed the Detective that she'd make a special guest appearance, which was something she'd never done, up until now. Truth is, she wanted to talk to someone, and not just get physical. What if she opens the door and I'm just standing there like an atom after being suspended by a pulse wave?
Less geeking, more knocking; Lauren coaxed herself as she brought her hand up in a fist, knocking on the door three times. The floor creaked and the door lock was released with a distinctive click. It finally opened, revealing a very sweaty and breathless Tamsin.
"Doc. Wasn't expecting you." She leaned against the door frame, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"It's alright, if you-" A pause. "Are busy, I can come back later."She cast her eyes down, her face saddened by fear of what the reply might be. Why are you jealous? This isn't a monogamous relationship. It's not- in fact, I don't know what to call it anymore.
"I'm not busy, but I sense that I'm about to be." Tamsin smirked as she pushed herself off of the door frame, turning her back to the blonde as she walked further into the living room. "Let yourself in, lover." She called out.
Smiling awkwardly, she stepped in the loft, closing the door behind her. Her chocolate brown eyes drifted towards the tall blonde's perfect curves. Tamsin was wearing a classic athletic outfit, Lauren observed. A comfortable, blue tank top and a pair of black, form fitting boxer shorts. Both of her hands looked like they had been taped by Rocky himself.
The punching bag, now barely swinging, erased any doubt in Lauren's mind that Tamsin was getting to know someone else biblically.
"Oh," It wasn't meant to be said out loud, but somehow, it did.
"Sorry?" Tamsin stood in front of the dangling punching bag, squaring her shoulders and distributing her weight from one foot to another before slamming her fist in the synthetic material.
She stared at the gorgeous woman longer than she had meant to, smiling like a high school boy with a crush. She had never been as grateful for the woman's perfect anatomy as she is right now.
"No-erm, n-nothing. Nothing." The Doctor babbled nervously. Sitting down on the woman's couch, she placed her legs together tightly, palms down on her thighs. She admired how the new addition to the living room fit perfectly with the rustic feel of the exposed brick wall.
"New toy?" She asked with a perky interest, pointing at the object in question.
"Old toy," On-two combo. "New place." Jab, jab, hook.
"I usually take it down when I'm not, you know, punching the fuck out of it." Tamsin glanced at the blonde Doctor between her one-six-three-two combo.
"I know you're not here to discuss my decorative tastes. What's on your mind Martha Stewart?" She stopped the bag from swaying with one hand.
She gazed down at her hands, picking at her fingers again. With a sigh, she lifted her head. "I just…I feel like I need to-"
"Punch something?" Tamsin filled in the blank, and by the puppy dog look in Lauren's eyes, she was certain she had guessed correctly.
Smiling knowingly, she motioned for the Doctor to join her. "Come here."
Now standing in front of Tamsin, she turned around as the taller blonde pointed her index downward, twirling it clockwise. After her jacket had been peeled off, she turned back to face Tamsin, whom was currently bent down, scavenging for a pair of boxing gloves. Chocolate brown darted straight down and glued themselves on the woman's perfectly round and firm ass.
"Like what you see, Doc?" With a chuckle, Tamsin tossed the pair of black gloves at the unsuspecting woman.
"Wha?" She replied absently, fumbling to catch the gloves thrown at her.
Smirking, the Valkyrie motioned, with both of her arms, Lauren to step on the gym mattress placed under the bag. "Have at it; just don't punch like a girl."
"I'll have you know, I took boxing classes for the first two years of my medical degree." Lauren slipped the gloves on her hands, securing the velcro lapels around her wrist with her teeth.
"Did they let you fight with your lab coat off?" The Detective expertly hid the fact that she was actually impressed by Lauren's revelation behind the joke.
"I never fought, per say, only trained." The Doctor explained, moving her body in a familiar fighting stance.
"I knew there had to be a catch." Her taped hand held on to the punching bag, as she moved behind it, steadying, only half heatedly, it for Lauren. How powerful can a Doctor's punch be, right?
"On my Go-" Just as the words left her mouth, synthetic plastic abruptly slammed into the side of her face. Stumbling backwards, she held up her hand her cheek. "For fuck's sake Lauren!" Sucker punched by a human? Seriously, this is more embarrassing than the time I had too much Tequila and puked on my date.
Eyes wide with fear, Lauren shot Tamsin a sheepish look. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I thought you said go."
"Just," Taking a deep breath and clenching her jaw, she grasped the bag with both of her hands this time around. "Go." Light green eyes examined the Doctor's body language. Stiff and emotionless. Just a push and she would crack open like Joan River's face, if she would smile too wide.
Lauren needed an explosive substance to complete her Molotov cocktail, and Tamsin just so happen to be said missing element. "Everyone's always walking over you, using you and you let them. You're nothing but a weak human." She spat harshly, giving the bag a slight push.
"Shut up!" The shout was loud, but not as loud as the sound of the glove coming in contact with the heavy bag's surface.
Her arms kept the bag from swaying, while her legs gave Tamsin the balance she needed to absorb the powerful, rage fueled punches. "That's right, you feel it? Now use it."
After spending fifteen minutes intensely tenderizing the grain filled bag, Lauren took a shaky step backwards, resting her gloved hand against her knees. Breathing heavily, she glanced upwards to see Tamsin stalking towards her, arms crossed over her chest.
The sound of velcro being detached from its counterpart was followed by a loud slap against the taller blonde's cheek. Before the mouthy Detective could curse out loud, Lauren slipped off the second glove and grabbed Tamsin's face, capturing her mouth with hungry emergency.
Pulling back from the embrace, her thumbs caressed the reddened cheek. Brown eyes swirled with emotion, too much for the Doctor to bear, perhaps.
"If this is your kind of foreplay…I like it." She brought up her hands to Lauren's shoulders, wondering if she might have stepped over the just 'Fuck Buddy' boundary, by offering both physical and emotional help to Lauren's problems. Tamsin wasn't sure what she was feeling, but whatever it was, it felt right.
Lauren opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Her back came in not-so-gentle contact with the brick wall behind her, as the women's mouths met in a less than poetic clash of teeth, lips and tongue. "I didn't think," Titling her head sideways she took a deep breath, she continued: "You cared much for foreplay."
One of her hands was placed on the wall beside Lauren's head. "I don't." Tamsin reassured, her lips grazing the womans' as she did so. Popping open the button on Lauren's jeans, she slid the zipper down with lighting speed, and pushed her hand into the Doctor's panties.
Her body instantly reacted to Tamsin's expert touch, shivering and squirming as a soft palm rubbed up against her swollen and highly sensitive clit. She gasped, as two fingers entered her. Back arched into Tamsin's hand, while her head rolled back against the rough surface of the wall she was pressed on.
The Valkyrie barely felt Lauren's fingernails dig into her shoulders, just beside the almost healed scratches and marks from their previous encounters. Her forearm muscles worked hard, but not as hard as Lauren's pubococcygeus muscle for the next ten minutes to come.
She collapsed against Tamsin, using her as a crutch after being sent to the land of blissful orgasms and back. Her head rested against the woman's shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath.
"If you had a cork down there, it would have popped all the way across the continent and hit a polar bear in the face." Tamsin remarked, withdrawing her hand from Lauren's pants and wrapping one arm around the woman's waist.
With her head still down, she kissed and nipped at the skin below. "Aren't you just charming?"
"You'd be surprised at how often I get that sarcastic remark." She smiled brightly, and to the Doctor, Tamsin looked like the perfect combination of gold hair and lighting.
"My turn." Pushing herself off of the wall, she placed both of her hands on the taller woman's waist.
"When the fuck did we agree to take turns?" Despite her grumbling discontent, she made no effort to stop Lauren from pushing her backwards onto the couch, straddling her midsection and taking her turn very, very seriously.
Tamsin was standing by the sink, holding a tall glass of water under the tap. She had slipped in a fresh pair of dark grey sweat pants. "Water?"
"Well, it is recommended to hydrate after periods of strenuous activities." She grinned, watching the blonde woman from the couch, where she worked on re-buttoning her shirt. Tamsin shook her head, fighting a smile.
Lauren stood up, pants-less, and made her way towards the kitchen. "Are you ever going to tell me what kind of Fae you are?" It didn't bother the Doctor, not knowing, yet she had always been interested in learning about new species.
Stepping in front of the smaller woman, she handed Lauren the glass of water. "You'll find out sooner or later."
"If you're trying to shroud yourself in mystery to seem more appealing, it's not working." Tipping her head down to drink from the glass, she kept her gaze on piercing green eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Wow, was that an insult, Doc?" She asked lively, leaning against the counter, palm flat against the surface while her other hand rested on her hip.
"You're lucky you're so…" Cocking her head sideways, her eyes roamed the blonde like a hungry wolf. She lifted the hand from her hip, using her index to lift the hem of Lauren's shirt up. Her finger explored the familiar curves before hooking it the waist band on the woman's panties.
She chuckled, taking hold of the woman's hand. "Appealing?" An echo of her earlier words.
"So, anyways." This was blurted louder than necessary, as Tamsin ripped her hand away from Lauren's grip. She turned around and walked over to the fridge.
"What's got you walking like a robot in need of a good oiling? Not that I care, of course." The last part was added as she grabbed the plastic Gatorade bottle from the top shelf of the appliance, before closing it with her foot.
Lauren was starting to ponder why any attempt to be soft and gentle with the woman was dejected so rapidly. Yet, she had more important things on her mind, evil sized things: "It's the Garuda."
"So it's true, sir 'I think I'm so cool because my sword is made out of fire' is around."
"There's a lot written about his particular race, but only a few cryptic messages on how to actually defeat him."
"When you've been around as long as I have, some things you learn from experience and not from reading old, dusty books."
"Are you saying you…with him?"
Tamsin almost sprayed blue colored, electrolyte liquid from her mouth. "Why the fuck would even think-I'm saying he's a dirty cheater at pool, and a condescending dickwad." She gulped the rest of the drink down, screwing the top on and chucking it in the garbage.
"Well, I'm relieved to know he truly is evil." She set the empty glass on the counter.
"I've been fucking my funny sarcastic comments into you haven't I? I'd like them back please." Moving her head sideways, the Detective held out her hand expectantly, palm outwards.
"This is important, Tamsin. Do you know anything that could be of help?" Her voice took a desperate tone.
Those puppy dog eyes, staring at her with a perfect mixture of hope and sadness. How could she possibly resist them? "Naga venom." Sighing, she cast her eyes down. Sleeping with the enemy, aiding the enemy; was there any Dark and Light rule she hadn't broken this part week? "That's what you'll need to kill him."
"Lachlan." Her knowledge on the Naga species was basic. Not to mention no one knew how to extract and preserve the venom long enough to use it.
"Bingo."
"I need…to go…research…" Those were the words mumbled under her breath, as she gathered her discarded clothing. Smoothing door the collar of her jacket, hand on the door knob, she turned around to look at the Detective. "And, Tamsin?"
"Lauren." It wasn't an answer, or a question, but simple green light to continue.
"Thank you." She voiced her recognition, and smiled at the woman before closing the door behind her.
"You didn't hear this from me." Was a useless waste of oxygen, falling on deaf ears. Resting both of her hands down on the counter, she let her head hang low, leveled with her shoulders. What in the fuck are you doing? Risking your own life for this woman, whom is not only human, but Light Fae?
Snarling, she swung her arm, using the back of her hand to propel the empty glass, which sat on the counter, against the wall above the sink. The crash was loud, and the glass falling sounded like heavy rain, yet she heard nothing.
The realization of what she had to do next was painful, but it could wait. She was slowly falling in love with Lauren, but it didn't matter. Not now, not ever.