Inside of the truck. Bo's mind is all over the place. "Do you want to hear some music or something?" asks Tamsin, in an effort to take Bo's mind off of things, and to relax her own mind as well.
"Sure," says Bo, not knowing what else to say, but is starting feel really giddy and uncomfortable at the same time. Tamsin turns on the radio, and now she is able to concentrate on the road while Bo peers out of the window. "Should I ask where we are going?" asks Bo.
"I guess you'll just have to find out when we get there," responds Tamsin. Bo is quiet again. "I feel like I should blindfold you or something."
"If that's what you want to do," says Bo, but with a hint of seduction.
This throws Tamsin off guard. She swallows really hard. Tamsin looks over to Bo and then back on the road. "Yeah, maybe you should close your eyes. It's a long way."
"Okay," says Bo, complying. She relaxes into the seat. But then she does something unexpected even to Tamsin. She finds Tamsin's hand and holds it. Tamsin frowns and looks back over to her, and sees her eyes still closed. She wants to remove her hand, but doesn't. The ride is long. Then the truck finally comes to halt.
"You can open your eyes now," says Tamsin. Bo does so and her expression reads where the hell am I? Tamsin has parked the truck in a field in the middle of nowhere, stepping out of the vehicle. "This is not what I expected."
"It's not supposed to be," replies Tamsin.
It's dark outside, and they are walking. "Do you mind?" asks Bo.
Tamsin heaves a huge sigh. "You want to hold my hand now," she says.
Bo looks at her strangely. "How'd you know?" she asks.
"Well, I'm good at reading people remember? And I suppose so."
Bo grabs her hand and they continue to walk for awhile. But Bo feels better for even this small display of strange affection coming from Tamsin.
They finally stop walking and there is nothing but dead forest surrounding. "Seriously Tamsin, this is past borderline creepy, even for you," says Bo, giving her a look.
"Your eyes deceive you," says Tamsin. She walks first in the whole scenery changes, and Bo can't believe her eyes. It's the old manor house. "It's a cloaking shield. When you live the kind of life I have, you always have enemies." Bo doesn't say anything, and doesn't want to let on that she has been there before. The wolves aren't reacting to Bo, even coming over to her to be pet. This throws Tamsin for a loop. "That's strange," she says.
"What can I say? I'm good with animals, plus wolves love me," Bo says, petting one.
"O-kay," says Tamsin, with a look.
"Wait, that so didn't come out right," says Bo, thinking about how the statement could refer back to Dyson.
"Whatever floats your boat," says Tamsin, walking, opening the gate. The fountain isn't like it was, but has been restored. The house and grounds still looks like it belongs to Dracula however. "You coming?" says Tamsin, waiting on Bo.
"Um yeah," says Bo. They enter the house.
"Wine was it?" says Tamsin, walking through the house, but Bo doesn't move, and is at a loss for words. Tamsin has restored the inside of the home. New, but vintage furniture. The library is beautiful, fresh but old paintings. New wallpaper, even the floor boarding is fixed. "Bo?" says Tamsin, turning around. "What is wrong with you? Have you not been in a house before?"
"It's not that, it's just, never mind," she says, shaking her head.
Tamsin frowns. "What, you think that I stole this home from someone?"
"No," says Bo, shaking her head.
"Oh I get it, I'm supposed to be sleeping in a box?"
"No," says Bo. "It's just really beautiful Tamsin. Anyway, I'll think I'll have that wine now."
Bo makes herself comfortable on a sofa. And Tamsin returns with an expensive bottle of wine and two glasses. She hands it to Bo while lighting the fireplace. "Sometimes it can get cold in here when you're by yourself in a big house," says Tamsin. "Here let me get it," says Tamsin, referring to the bottle in which Bo is having a hard time opening due to her nerves. Tamsin holds the bottle then a chain comes from her and opens it. She shrugs her shoulders. Tamsin pours them some wine and sits next to Bo, but not too close.
Bo smiles at the taste. "It's really good," she says.
"I thought that you might like it," says Tamsin. Then she looks like why the hell did I just say that.
Bo smiles at her. Then she starts thinking about something. "Tamsin, why did you bring me here?"
"I don't know," says Tamsin, on the defensive side. "You know this would go a lot smoother without all the questions."
"What would?" asks Bo, with a raised eyebrow.
"Really?" says Tamsin, like did I not just say stop with the questions. "I don't know okay? You know what, forget this. I can take you back home if you want," she says, frustrated.
"I'm not ready yet," says Bo, with a soft tone.
Tamsin relaxes a little. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?" she asks. Bo nods her head. Tamsin takes her upstairs, and shows her the rest of the rooms. Bo notices that one of the rooms hasn't been restored like everything. It's the room that they made love in when they were together.
"Why is this room different from all the rest of them?" asks Bo, really wanting to know.
"I don't know. I thought about fixing it, but something stopped me. I guess I like it just the way it is, even if it does look tore up from the floor up," answers Tamsin, with a smirk.
At this point, Bo has seen enough. Her eyes begin to glow. She snatches Tamsin inside of the room and begins kissing her. "Bo…Bo?" says Tamsin in-between kisses in an effort to get Bo to stop. Then Bo rips open Tamsin's shirt. "Well damn," says Tamsin. She pushes Tamsin down against the dilapidated bed with the raggedy canopy and dry-rotted sheets. Bo slides off Tamsin's pants, leaving her in her bra and panties. "I hope you know what you're getting into," says Tamsin.
"I know exactly what I'm getting into," says Bo. Then she takes off her shirt and bra, throwing them on the floor, Tamsin watching on.
"Then show me," says Tamsin. She unbuttons Bo's pants and sees that Bo doesn't have any panties on. Tamsin finishes pulling them off. Bo climbs on top of her, kissing her. She takes off Tamsin's bra. "Wait, I don't think this is right," she says. Then Bo slides off her panties. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," she says, considering that she is plotting against Bo.
Bo sits up, and begins straddling Tamsin, while she rubs against her. "I've been waiting for this for too long."
"Fuck it," says Tamsin. She places her fingers inside of Bo as Bo continues straddling.
Bo starts moaning. Then Tamsin's hand becomes hotter, the fingers inside of Bo burning as Tamsin sits up, kissing on Bo. "I'm about…to…explode," says Bo. As she has been waiting to be with Tamsin for a long time, and for her each time Tamsin does anything to her, makes her lose more and more control of herself. Tamsin flips her onto her backside and continues fingering her. Bo's eyes begin to glow even brighter then they turn red. Tamsin looks into them, then she starts to shift with her eyes red with black worlds, grayish black skin. Coldness blowing through the room as the tormented sounds commence. Tamsin's body grows hot. Bo's skin is blushing with the etched out bones. She sits up. Then the chains lock onto her backside. She draws her usual lines down Tamsin's back with her nails. But the chains does something different, like the weird dream that The Morrigan had. They turn into an instrument for sex, going inside of Bo. She starts thrusting Bo with them, who is enjoying every moment of it. They kiss with intense hunger for each other. The stroking gets more intense that the poor bed can no longer sustain them, its legs breaking. Bo holds onto the headboard and it cracks as well. But they are in another world, not even noticing their surroundings as they go through the wall, continuing. Landing against a dresser that was standing up, but has fallen, making a pathway to a bed in another room. Yet they are still on the fallen dresser. Bo is beginning to have an orgasm, but she doesn't want to have all the fun, so she changes back into regular Bo to allow her to feel it instead. Bo doesn't know what is going on, she just knows that the feeling she has feels really good to her, to the point that she cannot take it. She grabs onto Tamsin's shoulders, hugging them as she rests her head against them. But the feeling is too intense. "Tamsin," she calls, in between her moaning. "I can't…I can't take it…it's too much." She continues taking it though. "Oh my God…this feels so good." She calls out to Tamsin as she starts to climax, then Tamsin snaps out of it, changing back to normal, but the chains are still attached to Bo. And she looks down to see that she has chains inside of Bo too.
"Wait, I didn't know I was doing this," says Tamsin, a bit panicky. But Bo isn't listening as she's in the middle of a very strong orgasm. She takes the chains from out of Bo, and places Bo on the bed. Bo's body constantly trembling. When it is finally over, Bo looks over to Tamsin, her body jerking still. "Are you okay?" asks Tamsin.
"Yes…I'm, I'm…I'm fine," Bo says, her breathing heavy.
"I didn't mean to do that," says Tamsin, with a frown.
"No… you're fine. Definitely," says Bo, nodding. "I mean it was good, and I mean really good," she says, with a smile. "Real intense, but I can't complain." Bo is quiet. Then. "You know next time, you can go a little smaller, if you know what I mean," she says. Tamsin looks a bit embarrassed. "So wow, I didn't know that you could do that, you know with the chains and all."
Tamsin smirks. "Well, I can do more than that with them."
"I bet." Bo looks over at the damage that they caused. "So, we did that?"
"It would appear so," says Tamsin. She uses a chain to lift the dresser back up to block the hole in the wall.
"I wonder why I don't remember that." Then Bo sees the scratches on Tamsin's back. "You have scratches," she says, "Really deep ones."
"Yeah well, that seems to be happening to me a lot lately."
"Don't you get it," says Bo, sitting up. "It's all starting to make sense now."
"What are you talking about?" says Tamsin, with a frown.
"Us? We've done this before. And the blackouts. This isn't the first time that I've seen scratches on you when you were around me, and us not remembering."
"Are you trying to say that we've been having sex with each other, and none of us can remember?" says Tamsin, with this yeah-right look.
"Well yeah. It's the only thing that makes sense."
Tamsin shakes her head. "I don't believe that. You know why, because I am in control of my powers. And I would think that I would remember having sex with someone."
"So you're so in control huh? Then how come you have problems with your memory?" asks Bo. Tamsin wonders how in the heck would she know that. "And that dream the other day, with us, you can't tell me that you didn't have it too."
"Well I had a dream that left me naked in the middle of nowhere, with my truck on the other side of town, and me walking down the side of the road looking like something out of Comic-Con since I had to drape my entire body with chains."
"But you didn't remember how you got there, just like I don't remember how I got home. And I'm sure you had scratches on you, didn't you?"
"So what Bo, I mean what are you trying to say? That that we have something deeper going on between us? Because you're wrong."
Bo begins to hurt inside. "I guess you're right then. I'm ready to go home now if you don't mind," she says.
Tamsin sighs. "Look Bo, I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings. I didn't want to, at least not this time. And I'm trying to understand a lot of things about myself. And yes your story does make some sense, but to me it's impossible because I'm not supposed to feel anything for anyone, especially you. And don't ask why because I cannot discuss that. But I would be lying if I said that nothing was there because I find myself doing things against my will when it comes to you. And I'm not being mushy."
Bo is smiling while her eyes constantly glow. "So tell me this, how come you just said an answer to everything I was just thinking if there wasn't anything deeper going on?" asks Bo. Tamsin doesn't respond. "I guess my other question would be when did this start, you knowing what I'm thinking?"
Tamsin sighs. "After Brazenwood." She pauses. "When we were in your girlfriend's apartment."
"Why didn't you tell me?" asks Bo.
"I'm sorry, that's not the kind of thing that you bring up to someone."
"Okay maybe not. But back to that dream, that apparently wasn't, what was that?"
"I don't know Bo. That's not supposed to be even happening. It's like being in a place, with mutual minds that's not here or there. And we shouldn't be experiencing that, at all."
"Why not? Because you have to be seriously connected with someone to do that?"
"It's more complicated than that. And to be honest, I shouldn't be able to do that, not with my life. The things that I've done in my past. That was supposed to be lost to me."
"I don't understand," says Bo, shaking her head.
Tamsin sits up, staring at the wall. "It's better that you didn't."
This comment draws up buried feelings for Bo. "Why do you always do that? Close yourself off when you really want to talk?"
Tamsin looks at her strangely from her comment and the word, "always." But she answers anyway. "Because now is no time for talking. And you never know who is listening."
Bo looks confused. "It's just us."
"How about just think about what you want to say to me from now on."
Bo doesn't understand. "What good will that do me? I can't hear you."
"But I don't need words to respond to you," says Tamsin. "And to be honest, your mind is really one tracked anyway."
Bo looks at her seductively. "Then why are you still talking then?"
Tamsin moves over to the side of Bo and kisses her. "You're curious about what else I can do. Close your eyes." Bo does so. Tamsin places her hand over Bo's body. And starts controlling the energy between the two of them, her hand fuming, it sparks blue. Bo's body begins reacting to it. Her breathing heavy. Moans want to be released from her mouth, but it doesn't. Then Tamsin places her hand over Bo's lower delicate area, letting it remain there, watching Bo all the while, who seems to be enjoying it very much so.
Bo opens her eyes after experiencing yet another orgasm. "Okay," she says, clearing her throat. "That was different." She's thinking about where is all this coming from. Then she just realizes something. "When are you going to let me touch you?"
Tamsin frowns. "I'm not sure about that Bo."
"But I want to."
"I just don't want anything weird to happen."
"What? Like coming?" says Bo as a matter of fact.
"And I thought I was blunt," says Tamsin.
Bo starts kissing on her. "Why don't you just relax, and close your eyes." Tamsin sighs and closes her eyes. Then Bo climbs on top of her. She begins sucking down on her, well her chest. That makes Tamsin lift her leg up on the side of Bo. Bo moves down to Tamsin's navel and then draws a line back up to Tamsin's lips with her tongue. As they kiss, Bo begins fingering her while rocking her back and forth with her body. Tamsin doesn't make a sound, but that doesn't mean that she isn't liking what's happening to her. Then Bo pulls her fingers out, but still grinding against Tamsin's body. She finds Tamsin's hands and holds them. Tamsin grips Bo's hands as she listens to Bo's thoughts and feelings about her, gritting her teeth. Then Bo moves down, and spreads Tamsin's legs open, Bo's hands glowing red against her skin. She places her mouth down, making the whole area blush red as her head winds. Tamsin starts reacting against her will, moaning.
"What…are you…what are…you, doing to…me…fuck." Bo grips her thighs tighter as Tamsin grips the bed sheets tighter, her body moving like ocean waves. Tamsin's sounds become louder, which makes Bo so excited that she begins to make sounds as she continues. After awhile Tamsin stops fighting the orgasm that is approaching and allows it to happen.
Bo comes back up and holds Tamsin in her arms. "Are you okay?" she asks, softly. Tamsin looks at her with a look of vulnerability. Bo notices. "It's okay," she says. She kisses Tamsin on the cheek, and then gently on the lips. Now they both lie next to each other, staring into each other's eyes.
Suddenly the sound of a bone cracking can be heard. Tamsin starts frowning, but the sounds continue. "Oww," she says, reaching for her back. But the pain is becoming unbearable. She hops from out of the bed, and looks at her hand and sees blood.
Bo quickly sits up. "What's happening?" she says, afraid. The bone cracking sounds are very disturbing. Tamsin, who is very much in pain, moves towards the window. "Wait! No Tamsin!" But Tamsin falls out of the window. Bo rushes over to it. But the darkness is concealing. "Tamsin!" she screams.