The flames in the fireplace calm. Bo moves closer to Tamsin, brushing the side of her face. As Bo's hand traces the side of Tamsin's face, Tamsin brushes her face against Bo's hand. Then Bo's hand rubs alongside Tamsin's lips, then to her chin. She lifts Tamsin's head then softly kisses her on the lips, closing her eyes. The fire crackles. Tamsin looks as if she wants to touch Bo, her hands less than inches away from her, but something holds her back. Still, the energy between them can be felt without touch. Bo takes hold of Tamsin's hands, and opens her eyes. She then kisses them all the while looking at Tamsin. Bo moves forward and kisses Tamsin's lips once again. Tamsin kisses her in return. The kiss becomes lengthy as they embrace each other. They begin to move backward, bit by bit.
The shift to the bed is as long as their longing. As they descend toward the bed, it is as if time is stretching. Their actions are constant, yet their descent is like a slow motion free fall. When their bodies finally unite with the bed, a splash of petals erupts, red and white. They lie on one another, no longer in clothing, but bare. Petals coating, they look into each other's eyes as if the petals were invisible. Bo notices a vulnerability inside of Tamsin's eyes. She places her hand against Tamsin's face in a reassuring manner then her hand slowly travels downward. Tamsin's body reacting to Bo's touch, she puts her arms around Bo. Her hands move across Bo's back in gentle massages, and they kiss. The flames in the fireplace burn hotter.
A wind comes about them, swiveling in a tunnel-like fashion, sweeping the roses that were around the bed up. Not noticing, they continue kissing and caressing each other. The roses in the wind disappear into it, the wind clear. Suddenly the bed lifts as the room forms into a dome, still cloaked in mirrors, and the fireplace still blazing their passions. Bed suspended in the air, Bo sits up. She looks down at Tamsin, her eyes intoxicating. Tamsin sits up as if called by them. Now facing each other, legs overlapping, they press together, holding each other, kissing. The fire regains momentum. Bo gently reclines Tamsin. Eyes shut, their bodies start moving to their own rhythm, the room echoing their melodies. With each level of excitement, the fire roars like a fearsome animal, becoming increasingly higher. They roll over, Tamsin on top, continuing. The flames burst out of its confinement area. Traveling out, flames line the room, pulsating as if it were alive. Bo rolls Tamsin over so that she is lying on her stomach. Then she plants a trail of soft kisses down her back. Tamsin's hands tighten into a fist, the feeling inside overpowering, Bo's hand moving beneath. The flames act as an equalizer, displaying their risings. The petals inside of Tamsin's grip bleed out, her intimate sounds give Bo goose bumps. She turns Tamsin over and continues, their bodies moving as waves, together as if they were a single entity.
Tamsin kisses Bo's lips, then her neck. She turns Bo over on her back. Bo looks up and sees their reflection. She places her hands through Tamsin's hair. As Bo continues to look into the mirrors, her vision becomes two-way as she can now see herself from all of the vantage points of all the reflections that her eyes come into contact with. And can feel all the emotions as if they were separate people yet all going into one source. Her eyes roll back from the sensations. Bo tries to contain herself. Her breathing becomes heavier as she watches Tamsin from the mirrors. She sees her moving further away from her. Then she feels her legs being gently pressed open. Bo continues, watching them as if it were a single movie from different angles as Tamsin is kissing the inner side of her legs, her heart beating rapidly. The fire rumbling. Suddenly Bo's back arches and her head leans back as a rush of ecstasy moves throughout her body. Her eyes close as moans pour out of her. The blaze covers the room.
With her last sound, Tamsin moves back up. Then Bo moves Tamsin to her backside. They kiss each other. The fire begins to circle closer, enclosing them in a ball. The mirrors begin to crack. Then the ball of fire condenses, first engulfing them before going inside of them. The initial feeling is almost stun-like as it stops them in their tracks as they take it in, filling them with a wild passion. Tamsin grips Bo's sides, her face frowning as she tries to keep the fire down inside of her. Bo holds on to Tamsin's shoulders. Her eyes turn from the shade of blue to red. Then that which Bo was trying to contain escapes her, escapes Tamsin. The fire bursts out of them with such force that the mirrored dome shatters. The pieces transform into roses as they fall. And Bo and Tamsin, continuing.
The next day. Bo and Tamsin are lying in the garden, caressing each other, looking into each other's eyes. They kiss. As the kiss carries on, Bo lifts Tamsin's leg against her side.
Suddenly Tamsin laughs. She shakes her head. "What are you?" she says.
"Well, last time I checked," says Bo, moving her index finger across Tamsin's chest. She looks at Tamsin when she's done, seductively. "I was a Succubus. And I'm just getting started." They kiss again.
"Yes you are," says Tamsin, in between the kiss. "And I am only Fae...we keep going on like this…and I'm afraid I won't be of much use to any of us."
"Well," says Bo, now giving her soft pecks against her lips and cheeks. "You didn't say that last night. Or this morning."
"That may be true," says Tamsin, massaging Bo's backside. "But I don't recall getting any breaks. A girl can only heal so fast. And sex with you eventually turns into sex with Rogue."
Bo lifts up and gives her a funny look. "Who is Rogue?"
"Well Rogue, she is a character," says Tamsin, flashing her eyebrow. Bo looks at her with daring eyes. Tamsin smiles. "Bo, she's from X-Men," she says. Bo shakes her head. "You know from the comic book," says Tamsin. Bo still gives her an odd look. "She's fict, oh hell never mind. Well anyway, we were in the glass house. It kind of keeps everyone intact. So your draining was placed on reduced speed."
"So what you're saying is that you can't hang?" says Bo, eyes smiling.
"Oh I can definitely hang, just not trying to prove a point through death," says Tamsin. They both laugh.
"No that wouldn't be any fun at all," says Bo. She pauses for a moment. "I have to give you credit though, no one has ever lasted longer than you on all counts," she says. Tamsin smirks. "Speaking of the glass house, sorry about what happened to it," says Bo, with a sad expression then a smile. "I'll buy you another one when they go on sale."
"Right. Anyway, you weren't totally responsible," says Tamsin, with a soft expression.
"Well I will. I even hear that they sell them at Macy's," says Bo, kissing on her neck.
"If any anything Walmart," says Tamsin, with a small laugh. "But it's okay." She rubs her hand through Bo's hair. "I don't think I'll be needing it anymore anyway."
Bo looks up at her. "How come?" she asks, with a naughty expression.
Tamsin raises her eyebrow. "I think you already know why," she responds.
Bo rests her head on Tamsin. "Well I'm sure gonna miss that wine. It's not every day that you get things catered to you by thought."
"And here I thought that's what I've been doing," says Tamsin, a sparkle in her eyes.
"Yeah well, I have no complaints there," says Bo. She lies on her back and looks up at the sky. Her mind starts wondering to the events that took place last night and this morning. "Sooo…what now?" She looks over to Tamsin. "What are…"
Tamsin interrupts. "Bo don't," she says, shaking her head.
"Well great. I can already see that I'm not going to like this hearing my thoughts thing that you have going on. You know the least you can do is let me say what I'm going to say. I can always change my mind. Now I don't even remember what I was going to say," pouts Bo.
"It's better that you don't," says Tamsin.
Bo frowns. "Why would you say that?"
"I didn't mean to say that, I mean for it to come out like that. Well I did. But I wasn't trying to be mean," says Tamsin. She sits up, and folds her arms around her knees, staring out into nothing in particular.
"O-kay. What's wrong?" asks Bo, noticing her demeanor. "Is it something that I said, or thought?" she asks, sitting up as well.
Tamsin shakes her head, and a frown surfaces.
"Okay, then why are you looking like that?"
Tamsin sighs. She looks over to Bo, worry in her eyes.
"Okay seriously Tamsin, you're starting to freak me out," says Bo. She brushes her hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry," says Tamsin.
Now Bo is frowning. "You're sorry? You're sorry about what, freaking me out?" she asks, shrugging.
Tamsin puts her hand on her forehead as if she were in pain while shaking her head.
"Tell me Tamsin. What's going on?" asks Bo, concerned.
"You don't understand Bo. You can't understand."
Bo moves closer to Tamsin and places her hand on her shoulder. "Well, maybe if you told me, I could."
Tamsin shakes her head again. "No, I can't."
Bo relaxes her arms. She starts to get a sick feeling inside of her. The one you get when you give someone something that means a lot to you and after they receive it, you never hear from them again. Her thoughts running amuck.
Tamsin can sense her distress. "It's not like that Bo," she says.
"Then what is it like? And can you act like you don't know what I'm thinking about. I don't think you know how creepy that is."
"I'm not a mind reader Bo. You're just easy to read."
"I don't care Tamsin, you're dodging the question. I thought that we were getting somewhere yesterday. Being honest and all. But you're still holding secrets. That's fine," says Bo. She's about to get up when Tamsin stops her.
"Bo wait," she says, holding her hand.
"I've been waiting Tamsin," says Bo, seemingly frustrated.
"Okay Bo, you want to know what's on my mind," says Tamsin. Bo gives her a duh-look. "Okay." Tamsin looks up then back at Bo. "Well sometimes…shit," she says, cutting herself off. "I don't know how to put it."
"Whatever way you hear it in your mind Tamsin, just say it."
Tamsin sighs a deep sigh. "Sometimes…sometimes when I like people," Tamsin frowns. "I um, I have to make them go…away."
"Go away," says Bo, with a grimace. "Go away like how? Like avoiding phone calls go away, or something more permanent?"
Tamsin doesn't say anything.
"Really? You choose now to be silent?" says Bo. She doesn't know what to think or how to feel. One minute she is in disbelief, and the other hurt. Bo shakes her head and inhales to calm herself. Then. "And just so you know, that's a hell of a thing to tell someone after doing all that we've done Tamsin."
"Well when you say it like that it does sound a little fucked up," says Tamsin. Bo nods in agreement while giving her a look. "You just don't understand though. And I know you want to, but I can't tell you more. You already know more than you should have."
"That's funny. I wonder why I feel like I don't?" says Bo, she folds her arms. "So what, I'm supposed to just forget about everything? Go on like nothing ever happened?" She looks into Tamsin's eyes, searching. "Well Tamsin, I won't, I can't accept that. You know that there's something between us, more than something."
Tamsin heaves a deep sigh. "Bo, I told you about speaking your feelings out in the open."
"I don't care Tamsin. And you haven't told me anything. You just cut me off."
"Well I'm telling you now, don't."
"Why not, it doesn't matter anymore anyway right? I don't know what the big deal is anyway, you act like something will happen to me if I do," says Bo. Tamsin doesn't respond. "You know Tamsin, why even…why would you even put me through all of this if you knew that you were going to do this to me?"
"Look I didn't ask for this okay. Does it look like I asked for this, any of this? It just happened. Hell I don't even act like this. Making explanations, foreplay, or acting like I ca, I mean like I don't want people to die."
"So now you don't care about me?" says Bo, with hurt in her eyes. Tamsin looks away. "You're such an ass. You know what, I wish I never met you in the first place."
Tamsin looks back over to her, apparently struck by her comment. "Don't say that Bo."
"No, I mean it Tamsin. I do. You're the biggest asshole I ever met. Every time I try to let you in, or bring you closer, you go and do something to make me regret it all over again. I don't even know why I fell for it again."
"Bo," says Tamsin.
"No Tamsin, just leave me alone." She moves away from her.
"Bo," says Tamsin, in a sympathetic voice. She sighs. "What happened between us, it was something that, that I'll keep with me okay. But really, I'm not made for this kind of stuff. And I'm not the person that you would want to be in your life. Things like that, it just doesn't work out for me. It's not meant to, I mean it can't. It's best to just, it would be better for you, if you just, if you stayed away from me."
"Tamsin, you're so stupid," says Bo. Tamsin looks taken aback. "You really are. And you can't lie to me. I know how you feel about me even if you refuse to say it. But now you're trying to push me away. For what reason, I don't know because you're so damn vague and cryptic. Look Tamsin, I may not know about what happened to you in your past, but I do know that you are not bound by it. We change every moment. And what happened back then doesn't dictate the present or determine the future. I like to think that we create our own fate. I know I do. And I thought you were some badass Valkyrie, who doesn't follow rules and don't give a shit about them." Bo shakes her head. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because Bo, what I'm telling you is true."
"I don't believe that."
Tamsin lets out an irritated sigh. "I don't have to explain myself."
"Fine. Well what about me? Why me? Can you explain that?"
Tamsin fears the answer. Her expression reads that whatever it is that she is thinking about is weighing heavy on her. She sighs. Her expression changes. "Well what can I say," she says, with a smirk. "Even a squirrel enjoys a good nut." Tamsin can sense a smack coming on. She closes her eyes, preparing. And just as she predicted, it happened. She reopens her eyes, nodding her head while holding the side of her face.
Bo gathers her things. Tamsin quietly does the same, while watching Bo. Bo, who is putting on her jacket, checks her phone. She sees calls from Dyson, and Lauren, and several missed calls and messages from Kenzi to which makes her frown, but her expression is so pissed off that it doesn't have room for anything else. She puts the phone in her pocket and starts walking away. Tamsin doesn't think it wise to say anything more, but since she drove Bo out there, she feels it is only right to take her back. She regrets taking the Ducati.
"Bo, where are you going?" asks Tamsin, catching up to her. Bo doesn't answer. "I don't think you thought this all the way through. How are you going to get home, no one comes out here."
"I'll figure it out," says Bo, continually walking.
"Bo just let me take you home."
"I don't want anything else from you."
"Bo be reasonable."
"Be reasonable? She wants me to be reasonable. I don't even want to look at you. And I don't have anything to say to you. So just leave me alone."
"You don't even know your way out."
Bo stops and turns around. "I don't care! Just as long as I don't have to be here anymore," says Bo, her voice cracking a bit. She turns back around.
Tamsin is fully aware that Bo is hurting inside. She takes no pleasure in it. "I'm sorry Bo," she says.
"Sorry, yeah whatever." Bo turns back around. "You want to know what I'm sorry about? I'm sorry that I ever m…" she says, being cut off.
"Sleep," says Tamsin. She catches Bo as she falls asleep, carrying her through the garden.
Outside of the crack shack. Bo wakes up to find Tamsin looking at her. "What the hell?" says Bo, looking around. "What the hell did you do to me?" she says, holding her hand against her head.
Tamsin gets back on her bike. "You should be concerned about what's going on inside." She starts the bike. "I sense death." She drives away.
Bo thinks about Kenzi and runs into the house.
"Kenzi!" yells Bo, upon entering. She sees her sitting on the sofa. "Oh thank God you're okay."
"Like you care," responds Kenzi, with an attitude.
"What? Where is this coming from? You know that I care about you," says Bo, with a frown.
"Just not enough to return any of my calls."
"I care Kenzi. I care about you more than anything else, you know that. And I apologize for not calling you. I got sidetracked."
Kenzi rolls her eyes. "Oh let me guess code for busy knocking bits."
"Um okay Kenzi. What is with the sudden rage against Bo? I mean I know that I was wrong for not returning your calls but do I really deserve to be the brunt of all of this, whatever this is?"
"No, you're right. I'm sorry," says Kenzi. She starts to cry.
"Kenzi," says Bo, sitting beside her, holding her in her arms. "What's wrong?"
"It's Shawn," says Kenzi, in between weeps. "He…He's dead Bo."
"What?! How? How could that even happen? We fixed everything."
"Some whack-job that worked for Liam…tried to kill him…and stupid Shawn jumped in the way." Kenzi cries even harder, placing her hands over her face.
"Oh Kenzi," says Bo, hugging her tightly. "It's going to be okay. Everything is going to be alright. I'm right here for you," says Bo. She kisses the top of Kenzi's head, and then leans her head against it. She looks at the wall thinking while Kenzi continues to cry. Thinking about Tamsin. She closes her eyes and puts her hand over her chest.
At the same time, Tamsin pulls over to the side of the road, both feet on the ground. She places her hand over her heart.