"So where are we going?" asks Bo.
"You'll see. Now come over to me," says Tamsin. Bo does so. "Okay now wrap your arms around me."
"If you wanted a hug all you had to do was say so," says Bo, complying.
"Right. Now close your eyes," says Tamsin. Bo gives her a funny look. "Trust me," she says. Bo closes her eyes. Tamsin wraps her arms around Bo. "Now you may feel a little dizzy, but you should be fine. You can open your eyes now."
Bo opens her eyes and looks around. "We're inside of your house but how?" she asks, much to her surprise.
"Teleportation. Do you want some wine?" asks Tamsin.
"Yeah, sure," says Bo. "Seems like ages since I've been here, and you said we did what again?"
"Teleported," says Tamsin, handing her a glass of wine. Bo takes it and sits down on the sofa. Tamsin places the bottle on a nearby table and sits across from Bo.
"I didn't know that you could do that. Wait, how come you didn't do that with Krampus? Would have been so much easier than the therapy session."
"Because Bo, you don't reveal to enemy hostiles your capabilities unless you absolutely have to. I'd rather they underestimate me then overestimate, if you get what I mean. And that therapy session was very much needed at least for me."
"I guess." Bo sips her wine and smiles from taste. "You have like the best collection of wine."
"Thank you."
"So, you wanted to talk about something."
"You'll have to forgive me. I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you. But we can talk about anything you want."
Bo's eyes flicker blue. "You're forgiven. Gosh you're so open. I guess it's who you are now. I remember having to dang near pull teeth."
"In the past I had things that I feared, now I don't, well except one thing."
"Oh yeah, what is that?"
"You."
"Me? You're gonna have to explain that one," says Bo, curious.
"You know. I'm in constant fear of something happening to you, losing you, or you breaking my heart," says Tamsin.
"Oh Tamsin. You don't have to worry about anything like that. I'm here with you. I don't think it's even possible to break your heart, I am not remotely interested in anyone else other than you. I can't even imagine being with anyone else. So, you can put those worries aside. As far as something happening to me, that remains to be seen, hopefully the worst is over."
"So, I have nothing to fear then."
"Not from me you don't."
"What is it that you fear, if you don't mind my asking, and other than the obvious?"
"No, you're fine. Well yeah, The Wanderer, I don't know what he wants from me. Myself. There are parts of me that I don't know about, and not sure that I can control. I don't want to make the wrong decision. And I don't want to lose my family, friends, you. So yeah."
"So, when are you going to move in with me?" she says. Bo, who is drinking her wine, almost chokes on it. "Are you alright?" asks Tamsin, standing up.
"Yes, I'm fine. That just threw me for a loop. Speaking of loops, we just got out of one."
"You're nervous, I can tell. Why, you don't have to be?"
"It's not that. It's the question. It's so sudden."
"It's not like I never asked you before."
"Yeah, but so much has happened since then, and happening right now as we speak. Is there a reason why you're asking me this right now?"
"I just think that you'd be a lot safer here."
"Is this because of Krampus and son?"
"Maybe, but mainly because of you. I want you here with me where I know that you'll be safe and of course Kenzi. It's about time, and you already said yes."
"I did, didn't I? Well, I'll level with you. Let's do a trial run and see how we work out together living wise."
"And how do you propose that?"
"Come back to my place and live with me," says Bo.
"How does that count? I already did that," says Tamsin.
"You lived with Kenzi, not me. We'll move your things out of Kenzi's and into my room and go from there."
"For how long?"
"Let's try a month. Then I'll move in with you."
"Hmm. But what would that accomplish?"
"It gives me time to settle things and to have you with me before I'm with you completely."
"Completely huh?" says Tamsin. Bo nods her head. "Bo, have you ever wanted a family of your own, you know married with children?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it. I'm not opposed to the idea of seeing a mini me running around," laughs Bo.
"I can see that for you. Do you think that you'll get married, or do you want to?" asks Tamsin.
"Although I don't mind, what's with the twenty questions, are you trying to ask me something?"
"I just wanted to know if you were open to the idea of marriage."
"I guess that depends on if you ask me or not," she says, with a smile. Tamsin returns the smile. "But let's table that conversation for another time. It's getting pretty serious in here and my life is pretty unstable at the moment."
Tamsin laughs a little. "Yeah, that's true. I just want you to know that I'm not just asking random questions though."
"Oh, I know that you aren't." Bo drinks some more wine.
"You know in all of my lifetimes, this is the closest I have gotten to settling down with someone. I never wanted it in the past. It's funny how things work out."
"That's sweet of you. In all honesty, I could say the same thing. I left a lot of bodies in my wake because I couldn't control my nature, and now I don't have to worry about that anymore. I think we're going to be just fine."
"Okay, so this was a good talk," says Tamsin.
Bo nods her head. "It was. Very informative."
"Is there anything you want to do?" asks Tamsin.
"I can at least think of one thing," says Bo, with an eyebrow flash.
"Are you hungry?"
"Very," says Bo, smiling with her eyes.
"Why don't you relax while I fix you up something. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." Tamsin exits.
Bo pours herself another drink. She walks over to the library browsing over the books. Some time has passed, and she comes across what appears to be a sketchbook. She skims through the pages and stops when she sees a realistic sketch of herself resting in her bed, sheets barely covering her. As she is looking at the sketch, something falls out of the book. She looks down and picks it up. It's a dried up rose petal. Bo thinks about it really hard, wondering where it came from, the glass house. She smells it, and it surprisingly still has its scent. Bo places the petal inside the book and places it back on the shelf. She decides to go to the kitchen. She looks around and it is grand, with marble flooring and titanium appliances. Bo sees Tamsin chopping up some vegetables.
"Wow something smells good," says Bo.
"Thanks. It's not quite finished yet though," says Tamsin.
Bo walks over, leaning against the counter. "So, can I ask you a question?" asks Bo. Tamsin nods her head. "Well I don't know how I should ask this, but…"
"Let me guess, you're not this kind of hungry," says Tamsin, with a raised eyebrow.
"No I am, more so one more than the other," says Bo. "I mean the food can wait. I just don't know if I can much longer."
Tamsin stops and turns around, facing Bo, whose eyes are blue.
The wind is blowing from the open window allowing what's left of the old canopy to sway from side to side. The moon in her eyes. Her body illuminated by its light. In the air is a cool breeze, and yet it cannot penetrate the heat that is expelling from her body. A hand travels across her body, gentle to the touch, caressing her skin. Tamsin's body slowly moving back and forth. She clutches her teeth as she grips the sheets. Sensations begin to overwhelm her. She closes her eyes from the feeling. Sounds of pleasure flow in the air. She opens her eyes and a reflection of Bo rests in them before disappearing out of view. Her body moving to the melody of lovers. Breathing is heavier. Sounds are louder. The feeling is stronger. The rhythm grows faster. Her nails dig deeper into the sheets, ripping them. She bites down on her lips as her eyes roll. Her body perches up as if she is gasping for air, releasing long sheets of sensual sounds of music. Relaxed is her body as it rests back on the bed. She peers out of the window, the sight of the moon returns to her eyes.
The following days are filled with much of the same, making up for lost time. However, they do other things together. They especially like working in the garden together. And today is the last day of their small vacation bliss before going back to reality. It's night-time. They walk outside of the manor holding hands. The wolves come up to Bo and she pets them until they reach the dead tree lines. The wolves stop following as Bo and Tamsin walk beyond the tree lines and into the garden. Bo looks around. The light from the moon and fireflies shine on the garden. She sees a picnic blanket in the center of the grass along with a basket. Bo walks over to it and sits down, Tamsin joins her. "When did you have time do this?" asks Bo. Tamsin shrugs. She opens the basket and sees wine and fruit along with a few sandwiches and a pair of glasses. Tamsin opens a bottle of wine and pours two glasses, handing Bo one, and one for herself.
"I don't normally drink, but it's a special occasion."
"Oh yeah what's that?" asks Bo.
"We are," she responds.
"I'll drink to that. To us," says Bo.
"To us," says Tamsin, looking Bo in her eyes, who is staring back as they both drink. Tamsin looks like she's thinking about something.
"What is it?" asks Bo.
"Nothing. I just think that you're amazing."
Bo blushes. "Why thank you. I think you are too."
"You know, I never thanked you for rescuing me from the Krampus and Massimo."
"It was nothing, and Massimo was more of a team effort. Plus you've saved me plenty of times."
"Still. Thank you. I hope you don't mind," says Tamsin as she takes off her jacket.
"Mind what?" asks Bo, eating a piece of fruit. Suddenly Tamsin's wings extend from out of her back. She stretches them out and then relaxes them down. Then she lies back against the grass, staring up at the sky. "What are you thinking about?" asks Bo.
"Where to place Krampus' soul," she answers.
"What?" says Bo, looking at her oddly.
"You," Tamsin answers.
Bo smiles. "Oh well that sounds more like it. I worry about you sometimes," says Bo, shaking her head. "What about me are you thinking about?"
"Everything all at once, and at the same time. Your past and present. How passionate you are about what you believe in. The way you care about others. Your honesty. How loyal you are. Thoughtful and patient. Loving. What about you, what are you thinking about?"
"How you're everything I wanted you to be. It's so crazy, I keep looking for a flaw and I can't find one. All I ever wanted was for you to be open and say what you feel, and you're doing that."
"Come here," says Tamsin. Bo lies next to her. "So have you been enjoying your stay here?"
"Immensely. I'm just sad we have to go back tomorrow," says Bo.
"Yeah well it's my first day back at my old job. Kinda got to be there."
"Oh, no I understand. Can't stay like this forever although I wish I could because as soon as I get back it's back to everything Dark and The Wanderer."
"Sorry Bo," says Tamsin, she rubs Bo's shoulder to comfort her.
"Oh, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's whoever The Wanderer and his obsession with me is. Let's just hope I don't disappear into another cloud of smoke."
"You won't. Guess I'll be moving into your room tomorrow."
"You sound excited," says Bo, believing the opposite.
"See how peaceful living here is, why would I want to go back to all that?"
"Because you said that you would, plus I'm there so."
"Right. So, what do you want to do now?"
"Have goodbye for now garden sex."
"At least your honest."
"I thought that's what you liked about me," says Bo. They kiss. As they kiss, Bo climbs on top of Tamsin, who is gently touching her sides. Bo's eyes turn blue. Tamsin sits up enough so that her wings have room to retract. Bo then kisses Tamsin. The kiss becomes lengthy. They are undressing each other at the same time. Down to their undergarments. Both sitting up. Tamsin unfastens Bo's bra. She holds one of Bo's breasts while she sucks down on the other, and vice versa. Bo wraps her legs around Tamsin as she softly moans. She lies Bo on her backside and places her arm underneath Bo's head while her other hand is in-between Bo's legs massaging. Bo is moaning as her body moves up and down. Tamsin is kissing on her neck, continuing. Bo becomes louder. Tamsin removes her hand and makes her way down, spreading open Bo's legs before relaxing her head inside of her thighs. Bo looks down, watching Tamsin's head coil. She lifts her head back up staring up into the night sky searching for a star as she moans.
Bo starts searching for something to hold onto but only finding blades of grass, so she holds onto that. The grass bleeding in her hands as her body starts to tremble. She then feels her body being lifted, and when she looks down, she is resting on Tamsin's face, who has her arms on each side of her body, holding her up. Bo starts rocking back and forth, Tamsin's head following the same motion. Bo feels like she's about to collapse from the stimulation but continues. Suddenly hot chains line her spine. She holds her arms in the air, and she continues to rock as she licks her lips from the intense feeling. The chains are removed from her backside, and she is returned on the grass. She then feels the hot sensation of them inside of her, moving in and out, Tamsin on top of her. Bo's body begins to pulsate red, and Tamsin's body covers in blue flames. They hold each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes, continuing. Their energy begins to mix with each other, going in and out of both of them. A purple field emerges around them. Bo is trying to contain herself. "…I'm yours…" says Bo, in-between moans. "Oh…I'm yours…mind, body…and soul."
"Bo, you don't know what you are saying," says Tamsin.
"…Yes I do…I mean it…I'm yours all of me…my mind…my body…and my soul…I swear it…I promise I'm yours."
"You're offering me your soul?" asks Tamsin.
"…Yes, all of…me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes…you have…my soul."
Tamsin's eyes turn black. "As you wish."
Bo starts thinking about different times when she was intimate with Tamsin and all her buried feelings boil to the surface. She then pushes Tamsin on her back and begins to ride her. It begins to rain. Warm beads of water slide down their skin. Bo begins trembling again. She is in the moment, thinking about the Delicatessen where she first was with Tamsin, about to arrive at a climax. Now she's there in her mind. She looks around. "How am I here? This is impossible," she says, to Tamsin, who is in the middle of doing what she was doing when it first happened. She looks at Bo.
"It's because I made our thoughts in sync. So that every time you think about us in that way, it happens in our mind, and you can feel it physically where we are now," explains Tamsin.
"Alright, what about the time when we were in one of your bedrooms and you started to sparkle and…" says Bo, mind shifting. They are in the room in bed as they were at that time. Bo looks shocked as the last memory is still up, she sees her other self and herself in the rain. She thinks about the time when they were in the garden and became a couple, now they are there too. Then the time when they were in the glass house and the dome. And she thinks about when they were in the bathtub and Tamsin telling her how she was perfect, in the bedroom where they made love. The thoughts become overwhelming. All of it into one. The purple energy absorbed into her. All of the climaxes form into one. She lets go. The energy flows from her body and expels from her mouth as a loud sexual scream escapes it. The energy beams up and spreads out in the sky, creating ribbons of purple lights. Bo, who is breathing hard, rests on her back and looks up at the sky. Tamsin looks at her in a peculiar manner and then back up at the night sky.
"Tamsin, you seeing this? It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful," says Tamsin. She turns facing Bo, who is looking at her with glowing blue eyes. Bo kisses her. "It's okay Bo. I'm fine."
Bo kisses her again. "Just relax," she says, to Tamsin. She gets on top of her. Bo's hands begin to blush as she rubs different areas. She then starts kissing down on her. Each area that her lips meet pulsates red, charming Tamsin. Bo kisses her down to her legs. Then she looks at Tamsin, who is looking vulnerable, this excites her as she licks her lips, opening her legs. "Close your eyes," she says, to Tamsin, who does so. Her head goes down, moving as if she is swimming forward. Tamsin starts reacting, moving away. Bo snatches her back, holding her in place by gripping her thighs. Tamsin's thighs are blushing from Bo's hands. Bo's head moving at a rhythm. Tamsin starts to make small erotic sounds. This turns Bo on even more so. Bo goes back on top of her and kisses her, rubbing the side of her face. The rain starts to come down harder. She sucks down on her neck as she fingers her, rocking back and forth. Then she turns Tamsin around so that Tamsin's back faces her chest, Bo's arm wrapped around her and the other one still down between Tamsin's legs, continuing.
"…I…don't…" says Tamsin.
"It's okay baby, you're almost there. Just concentrate. Think about the love you have for me. And relax. Don't fight it. Give into it."
Tamsin relaxes and concentrates on Bo, her eyes still closed. Bo can feel her body relaxing and nods her head. She turns her back around, now facing each other and kisses her on the lips. Then goes down on her. Tamsin starts trying to grip something, but everything is slippery from the rain. She grabs Bo's head, which Bo seems to like as she moans. Her body starts to shake, and Bo holds her legs tighter against her. Then her last sound flees her lips as the trembling subsides. Bo rests on top of her body. It stops raining.
"You okay?" asks Bo.
"Yes. I uh, I have so many things going on in my mind. It's really hard to concentrate. Thanks for helping."
"It's really not a problem," says Bo. She looks up at the sky. The purple ribbons hover above them. "So, we really did that?" she says. Tamsin waves her hand, and suddenly the ribbons turn into fireworks. Bo appears mesmerized. "Wow Tamsin, it's wonderful," says Bo, still looking up at the sky. "I mean who needs Independence Day when you're around."
Tamsin, who is watching the fireworks, is now looking serious. "Bo, can I be honest with you?"
"I would hope so," she says, still watching.
"I have been a bit uncomfortable lately because of the handprint on your chest. I know I didn't bring it up until now, but I was hoping that you would."
Bo turns her attention to her. "Oh that. To be honest, I forgot about it. But I apparently came back with it. I think it's a mark from The Wanderer. I don't know when exactly it was placed on me, or why, or even how. It's just a constant reminder that my life isn't completely mine. And won't be until I get my memories back, get rid of The Wanderer and get this mark off of me."
"I understand. Well, that's what we'll do then."
"So, you're saying you'll help me?"
"Of course. I mean I am to blame as well. I know you say I'm not, but I feel very much responsible. So, I'm going to do everything in my power to help. Plus, you are a big part of my life and happiness. I won't let you go through this alone."
Bo kisses her on the cheek. "Thank you, baby. I love you, always."
"I know Bo. I love you too."
They continue to watch the fireworks.