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fembuckTitle: Conversations about the Complicated
Author: Janine
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Bo and Lauren have reconciled with each other, but that doesn’t mean that everything is smooth sailing.
Note: This follows in the same timeline as Bittersweet Symphony, which is to say that Bo and Lauren have reconciled with each other after the events in 1x08 Vexed and are currently lovers.
PART II
Lauren’s fingers trailed over her quivering abdomen, sliding over sweat slicked skin until she was able to lightly thread her fingers through Bo’s luscious, dark hair. Her whole body tingled and trembled and she was certain that if Bo squeezed one more orgasm out of her that her brain would overload and she’d pass out.
“Bo,” she husked in a voice that was barely audible due to overuse, “I can’t,” she managed to get out before her tired body rebelled against the effort required to hold out her hand and her arm fell uselessly back against the mattress.
Bo was reluctant to move from between Lauren’s legs. Lauren’s taste was still on her tongue, and every time she swallowed or breathed in all she wanted to do was return her lips to Lauren’s flesh and lose herself in Lauren again. However, when Lauren’s arm flopped uselessly against the mattress, Bo knew that the blonde was well and truly exhausted and that she had to let her rest.
“Mm,” Lauren sighed, automatically turning to the side and snuggling against Bo as the brunette settled in beside her. “Bo,” she whispered sleepily, pressing her lips to the swell of Bo’s breast as she flung her arm across the succubus’ waist and draped one of her legs over Bo’s thigh, settling down half on top of the brunette.
“Are you okay?” Bo asked, running her fingers lightly up and down Lauren’s back, enjoying the way the blonde unconsciously pressed herself more firmly against her body as she did.
She had tried to avoid feeding on Lauren, but she hadn’t been able to avoid taking some of the blonde’s energy while they were together. She had managed to keep it down to short pulls, no more than a second or two at a time and she had only done it three times, but she had still fed and she was a little worried that the energy she had taken, in addition to the physical energy that Lauren had exerted, had seriously depleted the blonde.
“Mm,” Lauren murmured listlessly into Bo’s skin.
“Can you say a whole sentence for me?” Bo asked, keeping her voice light even though the question was serious. She knew that Lauren was tired, but she wanted to make sure that all of her faculties were functioning properly.
“Ugh,” Lauren groaned unhappily, nuzzling her face against Bo’s chest in a way the succubus would have found adorable if she hadn’t been genuinely concerned.
“Please,” Bo breathed out.
Lauren was still for a few moments, as if she had to talk herself into moving, but eventually she breathed in deeply and pushed herself up onto her hand so that she was looking down at Bo’s concerned face.
“I’m fine,” she said, “really,” she continued, drawing her arm from over Bo’s waist so that she could reach out and stroke the brunette’s cheek gently.
Her touch was soft and weak, but it was steady and her voice was even, which allowed Bo to relax a little.
“You didn’t drain me,” Lauren went on before she leaned down and softly kissed Bo’s lips. “You just tired me out,” she whispered playfully against Bo’s lips before she lowered herself back down onto the mattress and settled against Bo’s side again.
“You’re weaker than you should be,” Bo said, knowing that the energy she had taken was affecting Lauren, even if Lauren’s energy levels weren’t dangerously low.
There was a glassy quality to the blonde’s eyes that she hadn’t seen before. She had made love to Lauren until the blonde had to nudge her away from her sex before, but Lauren’s eyes had always been alert afterward, and she was usually jittery, almost hyperactive immediately after they were done. There was usually a reserve of energy in Lauren that kept her going after they’d finished making love, but this time Bo suspected that in addition to thoroughly wearing Lauren out that she had also drained that last reserve of strength.
“I’ll get you something to eat,” Bo offered solicitously as Lauren lay heavily against her, already trying to remember what food she had seen in Lauren’s kitchen when they had been puttering around in there earlier on. She was pretty sure that she’d seem some almonds and dark chocolate, possibly blackberries though she wasn’t sure. What Lauren would need to fully recover her energy was sleep, but Bo knew that a little energy boosting snack would give her a bit a lift for a couple hours.
Lauren groaned unhappily again, not pleased by the idea of Bo’s body not being against hers anymore, but she removed her arm from across Bo’s waist anyway. As much as she wanted Bo to remain exactly where she was, she knew that Bo feeding from her had left her more depleted than just their love-making did, and she knew that eating something was a good idea. She hadn’t planned on taking Bo to bed quite so early in the evening, and even with all of the time they had spent tangled in each other embrace, the night was still relatively young and she wanted to stay awake for a bit more of it.
“I’ll be quick,” Bo promised leaning down to kiss Lauren’s lips before she slipped out of the bed, and headed out of the bedroom, naked as the day she was born.
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After Bo returned with food to help Lauren refuel, the blonde was able to rummage up some comfy clothes for them to lounge around in, and they found themselves once again downstairs in the living room, spread out on the couch once more. An old movie played on the television and Lauren lay in Bo’s arms, her head pillowed on the brunette’s chest.
“You’d look good done up like that,” Bo commented as a mysterious female in a veil, a bust-hugging blazer and a pencil skirt sashayed onto screen.
Lauren’s lips curved up in a smile at that and she murmured, “You’d end up ‘accidentally’ dropping lots of pens on the floor if I was, wouldn’t you?”
Bo’s chest rumbled in amusement and Lauren slapped her thigh, playfully admonishingly.
“It’s a compliment,” Bo muttered as a naughty smile touched her lips.
“The type of compliment that’s been legislated against,” Lauren drawled, shifting against Bo slightly so that she could angle her head up enough to see the brunette’s face. “If I’m dressing up, so are you,” she continued.
“Two naughty secretaries would be fun,” Bo replied thoughtfully.
“I’m almost scared to find out if you have first-hand knowledge of that,” Lauren murmured.
Bo grinned impishly and then shrugged in response, and Lauren laughed softly before pushing herself up onto her arms so that she could lean down and bring their lips together.
“I wasn’t really thinking about two naughty secretaries,” Lauren murmured against Bo’s lips a few seconds later.
“You were after I said it,” Bo teased smugly, knowing that a few interesting images had to have been floating through Lauren’s head.
“Mm,” Lauren hummed. It was true enough. “Maybe the next time,” she conceded in a tone that made it clear she would not need much convincing.
“I’m intrigued now,” Bo said looking up at Lauren. “What did you have in mind for the first time?”
“You’re a private investigator,” Lauren drawled, drawing her finger teasing down Bo’s torso. “Maybe one night you should dress like one.”
“You do know that most PI’s strap-on ... weapons, right?” Bo asked watching Lauren closely, relief and excitement flooding through her body when she notice Lauren’s eyes widen slightly, and her tongue peak out to wet her lips after the phrase ‘strap-on’ fell from Bo’s lips. “My costume would require some accessories,” she continued, bumping her pelvis against Lauren suggestively.
“We should try to be as authentic as possible,” Lauren responded in a voice that was slightly huskier than it had been a minute before.
“Why Dr. Lewis,” Bo drawled, grinning feeling a wave of desire roll off of Lauren and crash over her. “I...”
Bo groaned in frustration as her phone began ringing a few meters away from where they were lying.
“Let it go to voice-mail,” Lauren murmured, nuzzling her face in Bo’s bosom to convey how very much she didn’t want to the succubus to leave the couch.
“It’s probably Kenzi,” Bo said apologetically.
Lauren nodded and eased up off of Bo so that the brunette could slip out from beneath her and make her way to her jacket which was draped over the back of a nearby chair. She didn’t love that snuggle time had been interrupted, but Bo’s loyalty to her friends was one of the things that Lauren admired most about her, so she couldn’t be upset with Bo for wanting to find out what Kenzi needed. Honestly, knowing Kenzi it was probably a good idea to jump and answer the phone since the girl had likely gotten into some life-threatening situation, arrested, or both.
Drawing the quilt that had been loosely draped over them securely around her body, Lauren watched as Bo plucked her phone from the pocket of her jacket and glanced at the screen. Her eyebrows drew together for a moment, and she hesitated for a second, but then she pushed a button and brought the phone to her ear.
“Hey,” she answered in an affectedly casual tone which indicated to Lauren that it wasn’t Kenzi on the other end of the phone. “Okay ... ... would it even be open now ... oh, well that’s good ... I’m not home ... good guess ... why, do you want to talk to her ... there’s no point in that ... don’t ... I’m not doing this right now ... ...fine ... I will, thank you ... yeah, if you’re lucky,” Bo muttered irritably and then clicked off the phone.
“Dyson?” Lauren asked already knowing the answer to her question.
Bo nodded and then shoved her phone back into her jacket pocket.
“He wants my help on a case,” Bo explained turning back towards Lauren as she headed back over to the couch.
“Are you leaving?” Lauren asked, trying to control the disappointment in her voice though she suspected that she mostly failed at it.
“No,” Bo replied stopping by the side of the couch before bending down to lift up the edge of the quilt, motioning for Lauren to clear room for her so that she could slip in and take up her former position.
“Are you sure?” Lauren asked even though the last thing she wanted was Bo leaving her arms to spend the night with Dyson. “If you think he needs your help you can go. I’m not one of those girls,” Lauren continued softly, even though in her heart she was feeling distinctly like one of those girls and was having visions of clawing at Dyson’s face with her nails.
“There’s nothing to be done tonight,” Bo said as Lauren settled back down against her. “He was just calling to see if I could go with him in the morning. He only suggested doing some reconnaissance when I told him I wasn’t home.”
“Oh,” Lauren murmured, not trusting herself to say more as varying emotions swirled chaotically around inside of her.
The mention of Dyson always did that to her. Bo didn’t mention him much around her, but she knew that they spent a considerable about of time working together. She was uncertain whether they were still sleeping together for recreational or healing purposes, and since things between her and Bo had been rather delicate since their reconciliation she hadn’t wanted to rock the boat by asking. She did wonder though, a lot.
“You’re upset,” Bo sighed a bit irritably a minute later.
“I’m not,” Lauren responded pressing her lips to Bo’s breastbone, but after she spoke her body remained tense and the silence between them became uncomfortable.
“We’re just friends with occasional healing benefits. I’m not dating him,” Bo said awkwardly a little while later when Lauren continued to brood. “We’re not like that.”
“Like what?” Lauren asked feeling the vice-like clamping on her heart lessen a little bit though she was still tense and anxious.
“Like this,” Bo said, running her fingers through Lauren’s hair before allowing her hand to trail gently down the blonde’s back as she leaned down and brought their lips together in a light, sweet kiss.
She had shared her body with Dyson almost as soon as they met, but she had never been able to open up to him about her feelings the same way she did with Lauren. She trusted Dyson, she loved him, but it was a different sort of relationship to the one she had with Lauren. Dyson gave his body to her freely, but he had always been hesitant to share his feelings and the other parts of his life with her. There was a protective shell around his heart that she had never been able to penetrate, and after a while she had given up trying and instead simply shielded her heart as well.
It was Lauren she had given the most vulnerable part of herself to. It was Lauren that she talked to about things that were really important to her. It was Lauren she shared her thoughts, fears, and feelings with as they worked together on developing her ability to control her hunger. Her relationship with Lauren was, and always had been, intimate in a way that her relationship with Dyson had not been, and that had never been clearer to Bo than after the night she had stormed out of her house leaving Lauren behind clutching her sheets to her body.
After That Night she had sought out Dyson, hoping that his ability to heal her would work on emotional wounds as well as physical ones, but while Dyson had been able meet her body’s needs, he hadn’t been able to fill the empty place in her heart that Lauren had previously occupied. The pain had remained in her heart, and that aching in her chest, that longing for the intimacy that they had once had was what had eventually brought her to Lauren’s doorstep weeks ago.
“I need him sometimes, but I don’t ... I mean, I care about him. He’s my friend. But it’s not the same with him as it is with you,” Bo continued struggling to express what she was feeling in words.
“It’s not?” Lauren asked softly, hopefully as she looked up into Bo’s face.
Bo shook her head and dropped her eyes from Lauren’s as a faint blush touched her cheeks.
“No. This,” Bo whispered a few seconds later as she tightened her arms around Lauren and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “is just for us,” she continued softly. “You know I can’t promise you that I’ll never have sex with someone else, but I can promise that you’re the only one I want to snuggle with.”
“Yeah?” Lauren asked smiling as Bo finally brought her eyes back to Lauren’s face.
“Yeah,” Bo whispered, unable to help the small smile that touched her lips as Lauren grinned at her.
Lauren’s hand drifted up to Bo’s cheek and she ran her fingers over the soft skin affectionately for a moment before she shimmied up Bo’s body so that they were nose to nose, then she leaned forward and brought their lips together.
She would have liked it if she could have been everything that Bo needed, but that wasn’t the case and she accepted that. Bo could not get the energy that she needed to heal from serious injuries from her, and there was no question about Bo waiting for time to heal her. Lauren was also aware that as a human, she didn’t recover from feeding quickly enough for Bo to get the energy she needed on a long term basis to live from her either, which meant that Bo would have to continue seducing and feeding off of others to stay healthy.
It was difficult for Lauren knowing this. It was hard for her, understanding that Bo’s nature would never allow for Bo to be Lauren’s and only Lauren’s the way that Lauren was Bo’s and only Bo’s – even if she hadn’t told the brunette that yet. But, as Bo nuzzled her face into Lauren’s neck and tightened her arms around Lauren, as if the loss of her might actually kill Bo, Lauren knew that this was enough. For a succubus what Bo had just promised, what she wanted for them, was a major commitment.
“I have no idea what’s happening in this movie,” Bo breathed out into the warm nook of Lauren’s neck before her lips began to trail kisses across the soft, salty flesh once more.
“Me either,” Lauren said laughing lightly, her hand automatically lifting so that she could tangle her fingers in Bo’s dark hair, encouraging the succubus to keep her talented mouth doing exactly what it was doing.
“Do you want to rewind it?” Bo asked though it was clear from her tone that she didn’t give a shit about the movie.
“No,” Lauren murmured as Bo’s hands began to trail over her upper thighs and hip.
She didn’t give a shit about the movie either.
“Do you want to go to bed?” Bo asked hopefully, pulling back from Lauren’s skin enough that she could see the doctor’s face. “We’ll go slowly this time,” she promised, knowing that she couldn’t risk feeding off of Lauren any more that night.
“Okay,” Lauren breathed out smiling, a rush of desire traveling through her when Bo’s expression turned from being hopeful and inquisitive to hungry and eager.
Lauren suspected that she wasn’t going to be able to get out of bed until at least noon the next day, but as Bo gallantly scooped her up into her arms and began to make her way towards the stairs, Lauren wrapped her arms around Bo’s neck and relaxed into her against her, perfectly content with the idea of wasting half the day away in bed with Bo.
The End
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