Hey, everyone! Thanks for all your reviews, it always makes me happy to know people are still interested in reading this little weird, meandering story I'm playing with.

Anyone not in the mood for some nerdy stuff, skip ahead to the next paragraph. To the reviewer who asked about spousal privilege - so, there are certain privileges in law that prevent certain people from giving certain testimony. They differ state to state. In my state, there is something called spousal privilege. There are two types - marital communication and spousal immunity - and for purposes of this story, the second one is the type that came up. Basically, you can't be compelled to testify against your spouse. The exception is if you are the victim - in my state you can invoke your privilege once, and refuse to testify against a spouse who has abused you, but once you've used it, you're barred from using it again for that purpose. It's part of a domestic violence initiative. If anyone wants to know more about it, message me.

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On a muggy morning in mid-August, Bo's eyes dragged open slowly and immediately she was greeted by the now familiar sight of blond hair splayed out on her pillow. She smiled softly; she and Lauren had their own sides of the bed, of course, their own pillows, but it seemed that almost every morning they woke up sharing the same one. It should have been irritating – Bo had never been someone who liked to be physically touching someone else when she was trying to sleep. But when the person touching you was Lauren Lewis…well, let's just say you got over it.

Lauren was half on her side, half on her back, her face turned toward Bo, her right arm above her head. The blankets had slipped down during sleep, exposing Lauren to Bo from the waist up. They were undressed, and the cold air from the air conditioner was causing Lauren's nipples to be erect and hard. Bo couldn't tear her eyes away, her hands desperate to reach for Lauren.

Composing herself, she gently pulled the blanket back up over Lauren to stave off the cold air. Bo needed to get up; it was a Saturday, and she and Lauren had promised to spend the weekend helping Nate move in with Bo and Kenzi. She glanced at the time and saw that she and Lauren had just over an hour before they were supposed to be there. Bo needed to get up, get a shower, make some coffee…she also needed to wake Lauren up. And yet, as she found herself looking at Lauren, she found that she didn't have the heart to disturb her. She was so peaceful like this, so calm, Bo didn't want to break that relaxation.

Bo carefully maneuvered herself away from Lauren, and heard Lauren give a sleep filled murmur of protest without opening her eyes. Bo stilled for a moment, and when it was clear that Lauren wasn't actually away, she slipped out of the room and made her way to the kitchen to start the coffee.

While the coffee was brewing, Bo went to the cabinet to pull out the mugs. She grabbed the green one for herself, the odd mug out that didn't match the rest of the set Lauren owned, that was Bo's favorite. For Lauren, she pulled out the mug Bo had bought for her a month before as a joke. It was a picture of flowers, and in script overlaying it, it said "thug life." It had made Bo laugh, and Lauren had pretended to think it was ridiculous, but she still drank out of it every day she and Bo woke up here.

When the coffee was done, Bo fixed her cup and then fix Lauren's. She tiptoed into the bedroom and left it on the nightstand before taking her own cup with her into the bathroom to start getting ready.

Once she had finished about half the mug, she turned on the taps and got into the shower. She grabbed Lauren's shampoo and started lathering her hair, a smile twitching on her face when Lauren's smell washed over her.

She turned around, her back to the showerhead, to begin rinsing her hair when she felt the curtain move. She opened her eyes to see Lauren stepping in front of her. Before Bo could say anything, Lauren lifted her hand to Bo's neck and pulled her gently forward, kissing her. Bo's hands moved of their own volition, skimming up Lauren's sides

When the kiss broke, Bo opened her eyes and found Lauren smiling slightly, her eyes closed. "Morning," Lauren said, her voice still deep with the remnants of sleep, and the tone shot a tingling feeling down Bo's spine as she was seized by desire for Lauren.

"Morning," Bo said back, her eyes catching on the droplets of water from the shower that were sticking to Lauren's skin.

Lauren's eyes opened slowly, and she traced her finger down Bo's neck, following the water running over her, drifting her finger between Bo's breasts, trailing down her stomach.

Bo's breath caught and she pulled Lauren back, kissing her passionately.

"We don't have a lot of time," Lauren mumbled against Bo's lips.

Bo pushed two fingers into Lauren's damp center and felt her shudder and her hips tilt as she pushed herself harder against Bo. "We have enough," Bo whispered back into Lauren's ear before taking the lobe between her lips and sucking on it.

Lauren moaned slightly as Bo curled her fingers, stroking Lauren, wiggling her fingers inside of her so she was touching her everywhere. Lauren reached down and pressed two of her fingers against Bo's clit, rubbing slow circles that made Bo release her ear and bite her own lip. The sight of pleasure on Bo's face sent a new flood of wetness through Lauren. She pressed her fingers into Bo more firmly, and Bo's breath caught. "God, Lauren…" she ground out, pushing her thumb up at come in contact with Lauren's clit as he fingers still writhed inside of Lauren.

Bo and Lauren continued, speeding up and slowing down, trying to draw out as much pleasure as possible. Lauren pressed Bo's back against the shower wall, desperate to make Bo come first. She wanted to see her face when it happened, wanted to see her features contort in ecstasy. Bo fought back, trying to get Lauren there first, trying to hold herself back, but before long the feelings overcome her.

"Oh, shit…" she groaned when she felt her climax breaking over her. She couldn't hold it off any longer, and it exploded through her with incomprehensible force. Her head dropped back, the shower spray coming over her as her muscles contracted roughly, again and again, against Lauren's hand.

Lauren couldn't look away, her eyes transfixed on Bo's pleasure. She was so distracted by it she was almost surprised when she felt a last twist of Bo's fingers inside of her before her own body came, sweet agony coursing through her and stealing her breath.

They slowly pulled their hands away from one another and shared a kiss, the water from the shower turning cool and beginning to chill them.

"Thank you for the coffee," Lauren said with a smile when Bo reached back to increase the hot water.

"Remind me to do that everyday," Bo said back with a grin, giving Lauren another quick kiss.

Bo and Lauren arrived at Nate's apartment fifteen minutes late, which they counted as a win, considering they had actually had to put on pants to make themselves get here.

"You late," Kenzi grumbled. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses and in her left hand she was holding possibly the largest cup of coffee that had ever been made in the history of mankind.

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine," Bo answered. "We aren't that late."

"They only time you aren't late is when you're meeting each other," Kenzi groused.

"Morning, guys," Nate said, walking up to them.

A smile flickered across Kenzi's face. She stamped it out as fast as she could, but it wasn't before Bo noticed. "You're lucky I love you," she grumbled at Nate.

Nate grinned, unfazed by her bitter demeanor. "I know," she said, kissing her temple before walking off to start gathering boxes. Lauren followed him, asking what she needed to do to get started. Bo hung back for a moment with Kenzi.

"You loooove him," Bo said, teasingly.

Kenzi sighed dramatically, and if Bo could see her eyes, Bo suspected she would have caught sight of a dramatic eye roll as well.

"He makes you all sweet and gooey and romantic," Bo continued.

Kenzi shook her head. "Shut up," she grumbled.

"I bet you hear love songs on the radio and you get all dreamy –"

"Rescheduled those cooking lessons with Lauren yet?" Kenzi shot back, almost loud enough for Lauren to hear.

"Truce," Bo replied.

Kenzi smiled and as she and Bo headed over to start helping with boxes.

"Wow," Bo said.

"Yeah…it's…uh…" Nate answered.

"Did you always have this much stuff?" Kenzi asked.

Nate shrugged, surveying Bo and Kenzi's living room, which was now a sea of boxes. "I mean, I guess, but…it just never seemed like so much."

"Maybe it's just because it's all in the living room," Lauren said. "It always looks like more when it isn't put away. I'm sure it's not that much."

"We don't even have the furniture in here yet," Bo noted, looking around the room.

"What the hell, you're keeping your furniture?" Kenzi exclaimed.

"What do you mean 'am I keeping my furniture'? Of course I am – it's my furniture," Nate answered.

"But I have furniture," Kenzi noted.

"Ugly furniture," Nate answered.

"Are you suggesting that I get rid of my furniture? Because your couch might be more uncomfortable than talking about sex with your grandparents," Kenzi replied.

"You two are adorable," Bo noted. "Now, can we talk about the fact that we can't walk to the kitchen anymore? Because I feel like that's going to be an issue."

"Why would that be an issue? It sounds more like fire prevention," Lauren said with a smile.

"The coffee pot is in the kitchen," Bo answered. "We must have access to the kitchen."

"Why don't we just put your furniture in a storage locker or something?" Kenzi said.

"Do you have a storage locker?" Nate asked.

"No, but we can rent one, right?"

Nate shrugged. "Alright, so, what, we rent a storage locker, put my furniture in it, pay for every month, and then just leave it there forever?"

"No, of course not," Kenzi answered. "We pay for it for a while, then we stick some weird shit in there, then let it lapse, and then we sit back and wait for people to open it on an episode of 'Storage Wars' and we get to enjoy their freaked out faces while they try to figure out why someone was storing a fifty gallon drum of lube and a Chucky mask."

"Solid plan," Bo said. "Alternatively, we could just use Nate's furniture."

"Hey, Lauren, Bo has been asking when she can do those cooking lessons again, she was just too shy to ask. I would join you, but I'm just so busy."

Lauren smiled. "Why don't you just buy new furniture, together? I mean, it's both of yours now. Why not start fresh?"

"That's a good idea," Bo said. "Just get rid of both sets. It's all pretty ugly anyway."

"We picked out that couch together!" Kenzi said, looking at Bo.

"We found that couch together," Bo amended.

"Wait – what? You found your couch?" Lauren said.

"What the hell, I've slept on that couch!" Nate exclaimed.

"We had it cleaned," Kenzi said with a wave of her hand.

"Where did you find the couch?" Lauren asked.

Bo glanced at her and thought for a moment. "It might be better that you don't know."

"I need a shower…" Lauren said.

"Good luck getting to the bathroom, I think it's stuck behind that box of pot lids," Bo noted.

"You know, I didn't know I had to pee until you pointed out that I couldn't," Nate commented, looking toward the blocked bathroom door.

"You're going to let them throw out our couch?" Kenzi asked Bo.

Bo shrugged. "It really is an ugly couch. And Lauren's right – this is a new start for you guys."

Kenzi sighed. "Alright. Fine. I'll go shopping. Are you all happy now?"

Bo, Lauren, and Nate laughed.

By 8:00p Nate was almost entirely unpacked. The apartment looked overcrowded; when space had run out in Kenzi's room, Nate's instruments had been placed in the living room, giving the whole apartment a storage room vibe.

Kenzi sighed. "Alright, we'll figure out a better way to arrange it later," she said.

Nate looked around, chewing his bottom lip. "Yeah…I guess I didn't realize how much space it would all take up."

"What are you going to do with all your clothes?" Lauren asked. "Kenzi's closet is already pretty full.

Nate shrugged. "I guess I can get an extra dresser?" he offered.

Bo sighed, stretching her back muscles. "Let's figure it out tomorrow. I need a drink."

"Why don't you two go ahead?" Nate said. "I've still got a few more things to unpack."

Lauren and Bo nodded, heading down to the bar.

"Hey, is it okay if we stay at your place tonight?" Bo asked as they walked down the stairs.

"Sure, why?" Lauren asked.

They heard the sound of something falling in the apartment behind them. "Because I think they might need some alone time," Bo said with a laugh.

Lauren smiled as they made their way into the bar.

After they had gotten their drinking, they grabbed a booth near the back of the bar and sat down. "Kenzi and Nate need more room," Lauren commented.

Bo nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "Too bad they can't build on, right?"

Lauren laughed. "Hey…sorry, by the way."

"For what?"

"For the thing about the couch. I was thinking about it, and I realized I sort of advocated for Kenzi throwing out a bunch of stuff that's actually yours, too."

Bo thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess you did. I didn't really realize it." Bo took another sip of her drink and shrugged. "But you were right, it is their place now, they should start replacing my and Kenzi's old stuff."

"Their place?" Lauren said with a smile.

Bo thought for another moment, taking another sip. "Our place?"

"Was that a question?" Lauren said with a laugh.

Bo smiled. "It just sounds weird."

Lauren took a sip and then sat her drink down, running her finger around the rim of the glass. "Hey, Bo? Do we…do we live together?"

Bo dropped back and smiled with a sigh. "Seriously? You too?"

Lauren shrugged. "I mean, do we? We really are together every night, we both call each other's apartments 'home'…I don't know. It just sort of feels like we might be."

Bo hesitated. "Do you want us to live together?"

Lauren thought for a second. "I don't like waking up without you. I like coming home and having you be there already. So, I guess…yeah, I want to. Do you?"

Bo smiled. "We're going to have the same problem that Nate and Kenzi have," she commented. "You have way too much stuff in the closet."

"We can figure that out."

"I don't think we can," Bo said, taking another sip.

Lauren glanced at Bo, not sure what to make of her last comment. "Okay…"

"I think we should look for a new place," Bo said. "Somewhere that's…ours."

A grin broke over Lauren's face. "Ours?"

"Ours."

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