Disclaimer: This chapter is a bit graphic, or should I say a bit raunchier than anything I've written so far. It's not too bad though. Oh and if there are typos, my apologies. Okay, upward and onward...
Since their conversation, Bo and Dyson are back on better terms seeing as though they both need each other's assistance for cases. Plus Bo was exhausted from bickering over the same issues, finding it better to forgive, but not forget. Surprisingly, Dyson's behavior has improved as well. Kenzi is going with the flow, seeing that she already knew what the outcome of the situation would be. Tamsin has been missing in action for the most part. Every time Bo shows up at the cop shop, she's never there. She hasn't been at The Dal either. Bo has called her a few times to no avail. She's also been trying to get in touch with Lauren, who has disappeared off the radar. Bo is not as concerned about Tamsin as far as being able to protect herself, but Lauren is human, and it is unlike her for anyone to not know her whereabouts. Bo enlists Dyson to help investigate.
At Lauren's. Bo enters, Dyson beside her. She calls out to Lauren but there is no answer. Dyson finds Lauren's phone on her desk. "Well here's your main clue right here," he says, showing the phone to Bo.
"But who does that? Leaves their phone," says Bo, with a frown.
"As I recalled you did the same thing," he says, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, but that was by accident."
"Well, maybe she doesn't want to be found Bo."
"Look Dyson, I'm not nuts okay. I have a bad feeling about this."
"I'm not saying that you are, but I'm really busy myself with a case. And it's Hale's inauguration today as the official Ash. And I'm not trying to be rude Bo, but I'm a homicide not relationship detective," says Dyson.
"Well excuse me. Sorry for wasting your precious time because I was concerned," says Bo, folding her arms.
"Sorry, that came out wrong. But if it means that much to you Bo, I can look through her phone to see who she's been talking with at the cop shop. In the mean time don't worry, it's probably nothing. With The Dawning, and the break up between you two, she probably just wants some time to herself."
"Maybe. Anyway, thank you," Bo says, with a sigh of relief.
The Dal. Kenzi and Trick are making preparations for Hale's ceremony, Trick as enthusiastic as ever. Kenzi wonders what's up with him. He talks about how it's not every day you get to see your apprentice become The Ash, and how Hale will make a fantastic one. But Kenzi really doesn't care much for it, seeing as though ever since Hale came into that position he's been an asshole. Trick warns her to not speak ill of Hale since she's human and the Fae will not be so sympathetic to it. Kenzi does this whatever look. He also tells her to keep her emotions to herself. Out of nowhere The Morrigan enters, apparently something new since Trick was even caught off guard by her presence. Of course she speaks her mind about the place in which the ceremony is being held in, thinking that it couldn't have been in a better location. Trick questions why she is there since it's not appropriate for a Dark Fae to be there during the inauguration. Apparently, she was invited by Hale to attend, who mentions it as he overhears the conversation.
Dr. Taft's Lab. Taft and his colleagues are busy watching Lauren doing science stuff. Then whatever Lauren does seem to have worked, everyone's all chipper since it's a step closer to solving heart disease. Lauren is feeling quite good herself. She hasn't felt so useful in years. Taft and Lauren along with the others celebrate with champagne. When no one is looking, someone, who is wearing a gun underneath a lab coat, takes two lab vials and pockets them.
Back at The Dal. Hale and Dyson are having a moment, drinking hooch, getting ready and catching up on other business. Hale wants to know about the Fae victims, both Light and Dark which have been eighteen thus far, and all tortured with organs missing. Hale thinks it may be some kind of black Fae market thing going on, but there are no leads at this time. He tells Dyson that perhaps he and The Morrigan can try to figure something out when this is all over. Hale looks at himself in the mirror and sighs, asking Dyson if this is what he really wants to do, being The Ash. Dyson tells him that it's what everyone needs. He then gives Hale a present from Hale's father, who couldn't be there due to a ski trip. Whatever it is, it is something that will protect him from harm's way. Dyson then exits to go change his attire.
At the crack shack. Bo is taking a bubble bath, engulfed in her thoughts. She checks her phone for any new calls and messages. Bo's concern grows for Lauren, not only that but she is thinking about her and Tamsin. She takes a deep breath and sinks into the tub, water covering her face. Suddenly she stands up, dagger in hand, water and bubbles dripping down her body.
It's Tamsin with a bottle of liquor in her hand, staring at her. "So, you take baths with knives," she says, taking a sip from the bottle.
Bo sits back inside of the tub, placing the weapon on a nearby table. "I was attacked by a Morragh before. Ever since then I stay prepared. What are you doing here anyway? I'm pretty sure that I locked the door."
"Oh you did," says Tamsin, with a smirk, touching random things in the bathroom.
"You didn't answer my question. Like you haven't answered any of my calls," says Bo, rolling her eyes.
"Didn't think that you'd be here still you know with your pal becoming the official Ash. And I wanted some liquor," responds Tamsin, quite frankly.
"And not returning my calls?"
"Maybe I didn't feel like talking," says Tamsin, taking a huge swallow this time from the bottle.
"Well I guess you got what you wanted," says Bo, with a bit of an attitude.
Tamsin drinks some more and sits down on the toilet. "I'm sensing an attitude when I think it should be the other way around."
"Maybe it is. I haven't heard from you. Then you show up drunk, breaking into my house just for alcohol. How do you expect me to feel?" says Bo, with a frown. Tamsin shrugs. "And not that you would care, but I'm worried about Lauren, haven't heard from her in awhile either."
"I'm guessing that's what people do when they break up. And I don't hate you. So you can stop thinking that. I'm just still upset about everything. And I needed some time to think about things. Since my living situation has been compromised, I've been living in my truck. Drinking helps."
Bo sighs. "Well, I'm sorry about that."
"I guess while we're being honest and all, we found out that you didn't kill the booty call by the tracks," says Tamsin. Bo sits up. "A chick with six fingers killed her and then the six fingered chick was killed."
"And what about the Dark Fae in the coma?" asks Bo.
"Oh. Well he kinda died in the hospital," says Tamsin, without a care in the world. She begins playing with the toilet cord. Tamsin sniffs the pit of her arm. "Wow, I'm not smelling so hot these days." She stands up and looks at herself in the mirror.
"Come here," says Bo.
"What?" says Tamsin, with a frown.
"You heard me," says Bo. Tamsin slowly walks over to her. Bo starts unbuckling her jeans, placing her gun on the table.
Tamsin still frowning. "This is not what I had in mind."
"It's not what you think," says Bo. Tamsin takes off her tank top and shoes. Then Bo undoes her bra and pulls down her panties. "Get in," she says. Tamsin reluctantly complies. Then Bo begins to bathe her, Tamsin's back to her. Each time Bo touches her, Tamsin feels even more relaxed, closing her eyes. Yet Tamsin's mind becomes scrambled.
"Why are you doing this?" asks Tamsin, really wanting to know.
"Because whether you believe it or not Tamsin, I do care about you. And you look exhausted. Baths always soothe me," says Bo as she washes Tamsin's hair, rinsing the soap off with water.
Now they both are relaxing in the tub, quietly. Tamsin is able to find some kind of focus and can now read Bo's thoughts, all are very sweet. "I don't understand you," says Tamsin, frowning.
"What is it that you don't understand about me?" asks Bo, with a gentle tone.
"Everything."
"Maybe, you're not supposed to. And anyway, I've missed you. I didn't like how things ended. And I am very sorry about that. And I want you to know that I enjoyed every moment with you," says Bo, sincerely.
Tamsin sits up, turning her body to face Bo. "No one has ever bathed me before. Not like it was allowed anyway. Or cared for me like you. And I don't believe in saying your thoughts out loud, but the days are growing shorter and fewer. And karma is becoming a real bitch. But sometimes when I look at you, you seem…perfect."
Bo is beyond flattered by these words. She begins to blush and her eyes glow. "I wouldn't say that I was perfect Tamsin, we all have our flaws."
"But that's the beauty in it, isn't it? And you might not think you are, but you are to me." Tamsin moves in closer to Bo. "Your eyes shift from brown to blue. And your heart, your heart is strong and at the same time it's…gentle. And you're virtuous." Tamsin pauses. "And you're a Succubus," she says, with a frown. "You shouldn't even…" says Tamsin, shaking her head, cutting herself off. "You're not supposed to exist."
Bo gasps not only because it's one of the sweetest things that someone has ever told her, but that it came from Tamsin's mouth. "Um, I really have no words to say to something like that Tamsin. It was really the most beautiful things I've ever heard said about me," says Bo, still shocked. She looks Tamsin in her eyes. "And all I want to do really if I could is melt into you," says Bo, with watery eyes. Tamsin looks very vulnerable. Bo drains the tub and turns on the shower. She grabs Tamsin by the arm.
Tamsin frowns. "I think that maybe we should give this a second thought," she says as if she were afraid. "My head, I mean my mind needs to be clear. Bo," she says, with a pause. "I'm not who you think I am."
"And how many times do I have to tell you that I don't care," says Bo. She starts kissing and caressing Tamsin, who reciprocates as the bubbles fade away from them.
When they are done, they dry off each other and go into Bo's bedroom. She lies Tamsin against the bed and climbs on top of her, kissing her. Then she places her fingers inside of Tamsin. "Gosh, you're so wet," says Bo, softly. "Can you hear it?" Then she moans from being so turned on by it. She takes her fingers out and tastes them. "I want you to take me…against the wall…I don't care if I can't walk tomorrow…I want all of you," she says.
"You're not the one that I'm worried about," says Tamsin, thinking about herself.
Tamsin places her chains down Bo's spine, and carries her against the wall, Bo legs wrapped around Tamsin's waist. She forms the chains inside of Bo and begins stroking her softly at a pace, but Bo is impatient. She begs Tamsin to go faster and harder. Tamsin does so. She holds Bo's arms up while she continues. Bo can't stop moaning. "Do whatever…you want to me…I'm yours," screams Bo. After awhile, Tamsin places Bo on the bed and continues stroking in and out of her, the chains searing inside her and alongside her back. Bo's hands grip the sheets, and then she wraps her arms around Tamsin's shoulders, and then back to the sheets, not knowing what to do with her hands anymore. After some time, Bo gets on top of Tamsin like she was a saddle, rocking back and forth as she holds onto Tamsin's ankles as an anchor. Then Tamsin flips Bo over so that she is on her knees, leaning forward against her arms, Tamsin holds Bo's waist and penetrates her from behind. When Bo's knees start to buckle, Tamsin lies Bo on her stomach, Bo's face in a pillow while she continues on top of her. Then she turns Bo back around and places her legs over her shoulder, continually thrusting her. Somehow they end up on the edge of the bed with Bo's body partially hanging off, her head pointed downward, the rush of blood goes to her brain as she has an orgasm. She lifts Bo back up who is a bit disoriented from the blood rush.
Tamsin takes the chains from between Bo's legs and goes down on her. She is down there for quite some time. All Bo can think about is this huge sensation taking control over her entire body as she rubs her hands through Tamsin's hair. Her body begins to tremble uncontrollably as does her sexual sounds until she reaches her peak in pleasure again. Tamsin licks her way up to Bo's mouth and they kiss with fervor. Then Bo lifts Tamsin above her face and starts stroking her with her tongue as Tamsin holds on to the headboard. She then lies Tamsin on her back and continues coiling her head in between Tamsin's legs. Telling Tamsin how good she tastes, that she could eat her for hours. The pleasure that she is receiving from Bo, along with Bo's thoughts and the things that Bo is saying aloud makes her wings burst from her backside as she climaxes.
They both slowly return to the head of the bed, and lie next to each other, holding each other while looking into each other's eyes. Tamsin's releases the chains from Bo's back, and covers Bo with her wings. They begin kissing each other again. Then as they used to do back when they were together, they place their fingers inside of each other rocking, looking into one another to see who will reach their orgasm first. Both unyielding as their sounds begin to blend into one. This only makes them want each other more. Then Tamsin's skin changes to grayish black and her eyes become hollow as the eerie sounds begin. Her body scorching, the room bitter.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS IS HAPPENING," says Tamsin, trying to return to normal, but it isn't working.
"…Just…keep going," says Bo, in between moans.
"WHY IS THIS NOT HURTING YOU?"
"…Because…you don't…you don't want…it to."
Tamsin wonders how Bo knows this about her. "DO YOU NOT SEE ME?"
"God yes…And…I don't…care."
Then Tamsin stops thinking about everything else, the feeling that is happening to her is inescapable. Bo calls out Tamsin's name before she peaks. Then Tamsin comes right after, still in form. Bo moves closer to Tamsin, her head right underneath Tamsin's neck.
"I wish I could stay in your arms forever," says Bo, softly. Suddenly Tamsin shifts back to normal, including her wings. She holds Bo in return, but the guilt is far outweighing the pleasure of the moment. Bo notices the change in Tamsin's demeanor. "Everything alright?" she asks.
Tamsin shakes her head as if she were snapping out of her thoughts. "Yeah," she says. She kisses Bo.
"What was that for?" asks Bo, with a pondering smile. Then Tamsin kisses her again. Before Bo can get another word in, Tamsin is on top of her, covering her with kisses. But it didn't feel the same to Bo. It was different, the kisses. The touches felt different too. Then Bo realizes that this was not their usual casual long-lasting epic sex as her eyes close, and her back arches. Tamsin was undeniably making love to her.