Intersection
Chapter 6: Cunning in Motion
Editor's Note: It's so incredibly great to find my way back to this story! Much love and appreciation to everyone for reading, following, and commenting. It's been almost a decade but hey better late than never…
Raku's Apartment
Can this really be happening? Is she really falling for this? I sure hope so. I must get back to Lauren, sooner than later. Bo's inner monologue is working overtime as she lays in wait on the bed.
The raven-haired captor stands at the half-open door, peering at the object of her obsession. The hot pink low rise boy shorts and matching camisole top create a shadowy neon glow around her. With each passing moment, Raku grows more eager to claim Bo, ravish her, consume her. Rational thinking has left the building as Raku remains fixated on the brunette bombshell, staring at her longingly.
Look at this striking specimen of female form. It's as if she was made just for me. I'll make you love me.
Bo's captor steps into her hostage's room, admiring the exquisite detail of her craftsmanship. She's in awe of the space she's created for Bo. In fact, she's pleased with her work and nods in satisfaction as she scans the room.
Dripping with desire and heat, Raku takes a couple more tiny steps towards Bo. The captive brunette can feel the intensity of Raku's presence. Not a pleasant intensity, a startling intensity of the unknown. Nobody knows better than Bo how impulsive and unpredictable Raku truly is.
As Raku slithers closer, Bo carves out her next move. She wonders what this lunatic is thinking as she creeps closer towards the bed. Bo is acutely aware of her motivation to do anything necessary to escape this chamber of captivity. However, she knows she must be deliberate and intentional without causing Raku's suspicions to peak. She may be certifiably insane but she's also extraordinarily clever, not easily manipulated in the least bit.
Positive self-talk messages flood Bo's mind in anticipation of Raku's reaction to her next move.
Alright Bo, it's showtime. You've got this girl.
"Well, I suppose a hello is in order." Bo says teasingly, attempting to bait Raku.
"Glad to see you in such a welcoming mood. I've been watching you." Raku utters, dark eyes radiating with lust.
Raku stops in the middle of the room, just a few steps away from the bed occupying her sensual grand prize. Her body's arousal is pulling her forward while her mind's eye is propelling her backward. Deafening silence fills the room as the two women gaze in each other's direction, fine-tuning their next move. The only light source is from the illumination of the dimmed recessed lighting. Under different circumstances, Bo would welcome the serenity this low lighting exudes but this is no such circumstance.
Come on Raku, come closer. Take the bait.
On some level, Raku knows she should turn and leave but the overwhelming desire to ravage Bo takes full control. The urge is so strong and powerful that Raku can't even contemplate ignoring the magnetic pull towards the object of her obsession.
Raku takes slow steps towards Bo, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to touch her soft, radiant skin. Thoughts of running her fingers through Bo's long, thick, black, hair and exploring every inch of her rocks the dark-haired detainer to her core.
Bo sits up in bed, head cocked to one side intentionally allowing her hair to fall forward to cover a portion of her face. She remembers how much this "look" gets Raku's juices flowing. She conjures up the performance of her life. Images of Dr. Lauren Lewis flood her mind as her imagination projects the good doctor's presence into the room. She beckons Raku to her with her eyes, body language, aura, and essence.
As if caught in a trance, Raku moves closer and closer until she reaches the edge of the bed.
"You have no idea how much I've been waiting for you to want me as much as I want you."
Raku looks down at Bo who's now leaning upwards on her elbows ever so sexily with a cascade of dark locks flowing all around her. She scans every inch of Bo's alluring form. Flecks of light bounce from Bo's ankle chain, enhancing the transfixed expression on Raku's face as she continues to gaze longingly at the beautiful woman before her. Raku moves her hand slowly towards Bo.
Bo and Kenzie's Apartment
Kenzie, Dyson, Hale, and Sylvia are deep in conversation, contemplating their next move.
"Come on dudes! You're PI's. Put your thinking caps on. We have to find Bo… like now! If she's with The Queen of Crazy, the sooner we find her the better!"
Lauren is barely able to contain herself as she vacillates from panic to anger to worry.
Pacing around the living room, Lauren utters frantically "Bo, please be okay. I need you. You need me. We need each other."
Sylvia walks towards her friend and pulls her into a hug. Gently tossing her golden blond locks over her shoulders and whispering into Lauren's ear, "We'll find her. Don't worry, the love of your life will be back in your arms soon."
Lauren steps out of the hug and flashes a closed mouth smile at Sylvia trying to reassure herself Bo will be found, safe and sound.
"I sure hope so. I'm so worried about her Sylvia. There's no way she'd miss the opportunity to celebrate with all of us tonight. She's been doing so well and we're in such a good place."
Kenzie surveys the room, taking in the sullen looks on everyone's faces. She is deeply worried about her best friend but realizes she needs to inject some energy into this distraught bunch so they can find Bo.
"Alright peeps, snap out of it! Bo is smart and resourceful…we're smart and resourceful… let's go find our girl."
In an instant, the gang snaps out of their sullen states and gather in the enormous, designer, spotless kitchen. There's a literal shine illuminating from every appliance. Kenzie even takes a moment to admire the detail of her cleaning in preparation for tonight.
"Kenzi's right, Dyson and I are going to head to the office. We have every available resource at our fingertips. We need to get an address for this Raku person, find out her usual hangouts and who she hangs out with."
"Tic. Tic. Toc. The clock's ticking my handsome friends. No time to waste," the petite brunette blurts out pushing Dyson and Hale out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
Mid push, Kenzie stops and shouts, "Holy moly! I need to call Trick and let him know about the most current crisis we're going through. I'm sure he's heading this way as we speak."
While shaking her head at Kenzie's abrupt remarks, Lauren steps into the space previously occupied by the petite yet fiery woman, "Dyson…Hale…please wait," she says with tears rising.
"Although we just met tonight, I know I can trust you to find Bo. If Kenzie trusts you, I know I can too. Please bring her back to me," Lauren pleads.
Dyson tenderly places a hand on the beautiful blonde doctor's shoulder. "Lauren, you have our word. We'll find Bo and bring her home."
A sense of warmth rises in Hale in response to the tender scene playing out before him. He pulls both Dyson and Lauren into a strong hug. The good doctor relaxes into the embrace, enjoying the sense of ease until the strapping men exit the embrace.
The two private investigators turn and wave goodbye to Kenzie and Sylvia before they depart.
Bo has a knack for getting herself into some very dangerous situations, but this time feels different. Kenzie can't shake the thought that her best friend is trapped in a circumstance she can't easily wiggle her way out of this time.
Lauren, Kenzie, and Sylvia plop down onto the sofa, placing all their faith in Dyson and Hale to get a lead on finding Bo.
The strikingly beautiful blonde doctor leans into Sylvia for comfort. Sylvia finds this out of character for Dr. Lauren Lewis to seek comfort from her like this, but she understands the motive. She can't image how her friend must be feeling. Lauren has always been there for her, and she's elated at the chance to be a source of comfort for her this time.
As if on autopilot, Kenzie grabs a game controller and deep dives into her favorite video game while shoving chips into her mouth. Lauren and Sylvia stare at her in disbelief.
"What! A good distraction is a must during times like this. Keep your judgement to yourself ladies."
Raku's Apartment
Bo allows Raku to gently stroke her cheek. To gain her trust, she knows she must succumb to Raku's demented desire. Bo leans into the touch, letting out a barely audible whimper. Bo's reaction gives Raku the reinforcement she craves. She continues gently stroking Bo's cheek up and down, eyes locked intently on her gaze. Bo inches further into an upright position, careful not to move too quickly and cause her captor suspicion.
"You look so beautiful, smoking hot. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you're here," Raku whispers shifting her hand towards Bo's dark tresses.
Um lady, you kidnapped me which is why this is happening, which is why I'm here. Bo says silently, sarcasm in full swing despite her current situation.
Bo moves closer to Raku with intentional purpose, with one goal in mind, disarming the woman standing before her. Their lips are now a mere inches away from each other. Bo braces herself for Raku's full lips to engulf hers, images of Lauren dancing in her head as she continues her sultry charade. The cunning brunette closes the gap even more, parting her lips and allowing her breaths to deepen. Raku can't resist any longer. She briefly hesitates in response to a flicker of doubt before grabbing Bo's face and smashing her lips into hers.
A deep, low moan escapes Raku and Bo knows her plan is working. She runs her manicured fingertips up and down Raku's arm while maintaining their concentrated lip lock.
Raku sinks deeper and deeper into Bo's web, loosing total control and allowing Bo's magnetism to completely take over. Raku yanks Bo closer and then pushes her back onto the bed, staring down at her conquest. The dark-haired kidnapper takes her knee and separates Bo's legs before she proceeds to writhe on the target below. Bo tosses her head back, staying in character and thinking of only one person- Dr. Lauren Lewis.
An expression of desire permeates from Raku's face as she continues to writhe up and down Bo's sleek physique. When she attempts to roll Bo on top of her the clanking of the ankle chain brings her attention to the reality of their current environment. Bo takes notice and feelings of panic rise.
Briefly, doubts of Bo's intentions surface but quickly fade when Bo grabs Raku and pulls her back on top of her, kissing her even more passionately than before and taking her deeper into the fantasy of conquering her. She can feel the wetness saturating through Raku's hot pink low rise boy shorts. The wet sensation that aroused her in the past is now a source of repulsion. Never-the-less, Bo allows this sham to play out. She allows Raku to slide up and down her thigh in rhythmic motion. She allows Raku to dive deeper and deeper into the fantasy world she's created because it's the only way to escape. Raku's eyes close tighter as she licks her lips and sinks deeper into lustful madness.
Lauren's Loft
Standing alone on the balcony, a gentle breeze ticking her shoulders, Lauren stares off at the striking view of the city's skyline. She attempts to calm herself with a glass of wine. Every attempt is being made not to fall apart. She knows Bo is resilient, strong, and capable of handling an array of situations. Despite those rational thoughts, she can't shake the feeling that Bo is in terrible danger. She searches her mind for ways to help. She refuses to let helplessness set in.
Lewis Enterprises has an array of subsidiaries including Brain Waves the forensic psychology division that has consulted with the local police department many times. Even in her panic-stricken state, the brilliant doctor quiets her mind enough to problem solve ways to ensure the woman she has fallen madly in love with returns to her as soon as possible.
Re-entering her loft, Lauren whips out her laptop and starts to compose an email. She rapidly scraps that idea and reaches for her phone instead. Acknowledging it's a bit late in the evening to call a colleague, she makes the call anyway and patiently waits for her call to be answered. The phone rings several times and with each ring the sinking feeling in Lauren's stomach intensifies. A sense of relief rushes over Lauren when she hears a familiar voice greet her.
"The fabulous Dr. Lauren Lewis. I must say I'm surprised, pleasantly surprised to receive a call from you on a Saturday night," an eloquent voice radiates through the phone's speaker.
Gathering herself and her thoughts in an instant, "Hi Dr. Korsinger, Margarite, my apologies for ringing you on a Saturday night. You must know it's a grave emergency for me to interrupt your weekend."
Dr. Margarite Korsinger, renowned criminal psychologist and forensics profiler has consulted with local police departments, domestic intelligence agencies, and security firms from coast to coast. She's one of the top experts in her field and Lauren knows she'd be a great asset in the search for Bo. Lauren struck gold when she initiated an alliance with Dr. Korsinger to collaborate with Brain Waves on some of their toughest cases.
Lauren explains the situation at hand to the criminal psychologist and forensics profiler, sparing no details about the woman suspected of being involved with her disappearance as Dr. Korsinger hangs onto her every word. Her colleague senses the depths of Lauren's relationship with this woman and would do anything to help Lauren find her beloved Bo Dennis. She once had a wild crush on the good Dr. Lauren Lewis so she knows how lucky Bo must be to be the target of her affection.
After a very detailed explanation of the current circumstances, Lauren takes a deep breath and exhales.
"I'd be forever grateful for your help with this." A sigh of relief escapes her, relived that she has enlisted the help of a top-notch expert to collaborate with Dyson and Hale to locate Bo's whereabouts. She was elated to discover Dr. Korsinger was already acquainted with Dyson and Hale as they had consulted on cases together in the past.
"No gratitude required. I'll reach out to Dyson and Hale immediately."
After a few more minutes of conversation, the call ends. Lauren's anxiety and fear returns. She brainstorms ways to calm herself and eventually makes her way towards her exquisite bathtub.
Lauren turns on the faucet and adds several drops of eucalyptus and spearmint essential oils. The rising hot water and soothing aroma trigger a little relief for her anxious mind. She sheds her clothing and prepares to sink into the welcoming bath, thoughts of a certain sensational brunette that she longs to have wrapped in her arms again infiltrate every fiber of her being.