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fembuckTitle: Succubus Blues
Author: Janine
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Bo is overjoyed to finally have met another succubus, but her fascination with Saskia leads to some expected problems.
Note: This follows in the same timeline as Bittersweet Symphony and Conversations about the Complicated.
Part III
Hangdogs could have learned a thing or two about how to engender sympathy from the look on Bo’s face when she pressed Lauren’s door bell and waited with her hands behind her back for the blonde to come to the door.
“Bo, it’s late,” Lauren said tiredly, pulling her robe around her body to ward off the cool fall air once she pulled her front door open.
“I know,” Bo said quickly, drawing her hands from around her back to present Lauren with a bouquet of flowers, a box of Pot of Gold, and a long, thin, velvet black box. “I’m sorry. I brought you things,” she continued looking down at the outstretched gifts in her hands. Lauren remained silent but her eyes followed Bo’s first to the flowers and then to the box of chocolates before finally resting on the thin, black box. “It’s an antique,” Bo volunteered smiling hopefully.
Lauren remained quiet for a moment longer, then she sighed softly and stepped back allowing Bo to move further into the house so that she could shut the front door.
“Come on,” she said, turning around to face Bo again once the door was closed. “Let’s go into the kitchen, we should get those in water,” she continued nodding towards the flowers.
“Okay,” Bo murmured, stepping to the side to let Lauren slip past her so that she could lead the way. Lauren wasn’t yelling at her, which seemed like a good thing, but she wasn’t sure that Kenzi’s idea of bringing gifts was actually working because Lauren still looked quite frowny.
“So,” Lauren said a minute later as she moved through the kitchen, opening and closing cabinet doors until she found the one she was looking for. “Kenzi finally got a hold of you.”
Lauren sounded calm, but Bo could hear a little Kenzi voice at the back of her head chirping ‘she’s tricking you’ and decided that this was the tone of voice Kenzi had heard over the phone and referred to as frowny, which mean that Bo was going to need to proceed with caution.
“Lauren,” Bo said moving towards the doctor where she stood in front of the sink. “I’m so sorry,” she breathed out moving in behind the blonde before tentatively wrapping her arms around her waist. “I didn’t mean to forget.”
Lauren released a humourless laugh and dropped her head down so that her chin was tucked against her chest.
“People rarely mean to forget, Bo,” she murmured not trying to hide the hurt in her voice. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I slipped your mind.” Lauren moved her arm as she spoke, breaking the circle of Bo’s arms so that she could turn on the tap and begin filling the vase she had pulled out.
“You didn’t slip my mind,” Bo said immediately, dropping her hands to Lauren’s hips so that the blonde could move freely without Bo having to stop touching her entirely.
“Bo,” Lauren interjected a bit irritably, because it seemed quite obvious to her that she had slipped Bo’s mind since she found herself sitting alone in a restaurant for an hour waiting for her.
“I’m serious,” Bo insisted. “The date slipped my mind,” she admitted, wincing slightly as the words fell from her lips, “but you didn’t. I was thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you,” she whispered, hesitantly moving to wrap her arms around Lauren again, nuzzling her face against the blonde’s neck when Lauren made no move to stop her from increasing the contact. “I know I messed up. I really am sorry,” she continued before pressing a small kiss to Lauren’s neck.
Lauren breathed in deeply, and then slowly exhaled, concentrating on the relaxing warmth of Bo’s body around her. Bo wasn’t a very good liar and Lauren could tell that she was sorry. She also knew that in general Bo was a rather disorganized person. She didn’t wear a watch, she didn’t own a calendar, the first time she had seen Lauren’s day planner she thought it was a diary, and Kenzi kept track of all of their appointments. Bo wasn’t used to keeping a schedule, and having never been in an adult relationship before Lauren knew that Bo wasn’t used to the demands of dating someone. Lauren reminded herself of this, and it helped her keep perspective, but it didn’t erase or even really ease the hurt she felt and had been feeling all evening.
“Where were you?” she asked softly, closing her eyes as the sound of running water and the feel of Bo’s eyelashes fluttering against her skin relaxed her.
“Getting schooled,” Bo murmured, feeling her own body unspool slightly as Lauren leaned into her embrace.
“As far as explanations go, that was completely unhelpful,” Lauren responded sounding frowny again.
“Right. Well, Kenzi and I were at this club and ...”
“You were at a club with Kenzi?” Lauren asked tensing in Bo’s arms, her voice sounding as frowny as Bo had ever heard it.
“No,” Bo said immediately, sensing doom. “I mean, yes. But it was for the case,” Bo added quickly hoping that the fact that she was trying to right wrongs and restore justice would make Lauren somewhat more sympathetic to her. “We were interviewing possible witnesses.”
“And then what happened?” Lauren asked knowing that interviewing witnesses wasn’t what had detained Bo. Kenzi had been at The Dell when she had spoken to her and Bo had not been with her which meant that they had parted ways hours ago.
“There was this woman there. Saskia,” Bo began, unable to keep some of the awe Saskia inspired in her out of her voice. “She’s a succubus,” Bo continued quickly when Lauren tensed and then shifted in her arms, trying to break the hold Bo had on her.
“A succubus?” Lauren repeated softly, curiously, no longer struggling within Bo’s embrace though her posture remained rigid.
“Yeah,” Bo replied, the happiness she felt at finally having found someone else like herself shining through in her voice. “And when I told her I’d never met another succubus before, she immediately told me that she’d help me. Well, actually first she was like ‘Really?’ but then right after that she told me that she’d help me.”
“So that’s where you were?” Lauren asked softly.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I just ... I had so many questions, and ... and normally it’s like pulling teeth to get a Fae to answer anything directly, but she just kept on telling me things,” Bo responded carefully, knowing that she was still in trouble even though Lauren no longer visibly agitated with her. “And she knows so many things, Lauren. What she can do ... it’s like I’m still learning my multiplication tables and she’s working for NASA. The power in her touch ...” Bo enthused.
Lauren sucked in a deep breath at that, and shifted uncomfortably in Bo’s arms as her mind filled with a barrage of images of Bo and a beautiful stranger tangled together in increasingly sweaty and passionate embraces assaulted her brain.
“Lauren,” Bo began cautiously, uncertain how to interpret the return of the blonde’s agitation.
“The water,” Lauren said blinking rapidly, trying to excise the thoughts of Bo and a woman that was not her wrapped up together from her mind. “It’s overflowing. I need to ...”
Bo released Lauren from the hold she had her in and Lauren reached for the tap, trying not to make it obvious how glad she was to have a little space between them for the moment.
“Do you need some help?” Bo asked, watching as Lauren moved to tip the vase on its side to empty out some of the excess water.
“It’s just a vase Bo,” Lauren said smiling stiffly as she looked back at the brunette. “I may only be a human, but my muscles aren’t quite that pitiful. I can manage,” she continued easily tipping the vase and letting water flow from the top.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Bo sighed, dropping her eyes down to the floor. “I know you’re not weak. I ... just wanted to help.”
Lauren’s voice wasn’t so frowny anymore but she was still tense and clearly troubled by something.
Lauren righted the vase so that it was standing in the sink and then placed her hands on the edge of the sink, taking a moment to compose herself because she knew that she was being unreasonable. She didn’t know for a fact that anything sexual had happened with Bo and the other succubus, and even though their date slipping Bo’s mind hurt her, it was understandable how meeting someone else like her could have preoccupied Bo’s thoughts.
“Bo,” Lauren started, her voice rough with emotion, as she turned around to face the succubus.
“Do you want me to leave?” Bo asked before Lauren could say more.
“No,” Lauren breathed out immediately, reaching her hand out until her fingers brushed lightly against Bo’s which were hanging dejectedly at the side of her body. “I don’t want you to leave,” she continued, stroking Bo’s thumb gently with her own until the brunette looked up and over at her. “I know I’m being mopey but I’m glad you’re here,” she said flashing Bo a smile that reached her eyes before she took a step towards Bo, closing the scant distance that the brunette had put between them.
“I’m sorry,” Bo repeated again, feeling compelled to say it even though Lauren was acting friendlier than she had since Bo had shown up.
“I know,” Lauren breathed out, leaning forward to brush her lips tenderly across Bo’s.
Bo had expressed a deep longing to meet someone else like her in the past and Lauren knew that meeting this Saskia woman was a significant event for Bo. Saskia was a connection to Bo’s heritage, she was a chance for Bo to learn more about who she was, and perhaps more importantly she was a way for Bo to learn more about her natural gifts and how to control them. Succubae by nature were nomadic, and one of the least populous species of Fae. Before meeting Bo, Lauren had never encountered a succubus and had only met one incubus. She and Bo had found a way to manage Bo’s hunger, but Lauren knew that she didn’t have the resilience or the knowledge to really help Bo discover what she was capable of. Saskia, however, did have the knowledge to teach Bo, the means to teach Bo, and most importantly the desire to stay in one place long enough to actually give Bo the guidance she needed, and that was not something that Lauren could oppose or object to. It was a rare and precious opportunity and Lauren reminded herself to concentrate on that instead of how close Bo and Saskia were likely to get in order for Bo to learn all that she needed to learn. She was going to have to get used to sharing.
However, from her continuing hostilities with Dyson, Lauren knew that accepting Bo’s need to be polygamous was easier said than done.
“Thank you for the flowers,” Lauren whispered against Bo’s lips as their kiss broke, “and the chocolate. And for the ... antique,” she continued her smiling a little ruefully as she realized she didn’t actually know what Bo had gotten her.
“You didn’t even look at it,” Bo whined a little though her lips at curved up into a smile at the sight of Lauren’s.
“I’ll love it,” Lauren assured her kissing feathering another kiss across Bo’s lips before stepping back from her.
“You don’t know that,” Bo said allowing her eyes to roam, appreciating the sight of Lauren in her robe in a way she hadn’t been able to when she was worried about Lauren sounding frowny and freezing her out of her secret garden forever.
“I do know that,” Lauren said moving over to the center island where Bo had rested the flowers. “I’ll love it because it’s from you,” she continued enjoying the embarrassed blush creeping up Bo’s neck as she walked past with the flowers to place them in the vase.
“What if it’s the wrong kind?” Bo asked trying to pretend that she wasn’t blushing like a virgin on prom night, even though Lauren had clearly seen her a moment before.
Lauren turned from the flowers she had been fiddling with and arched a curious eyebrow at Bo.
“The wrong kind?” she breathed out inquisitively.
“Now you’re curious, aren’t you?” Bo asked grinning, but after a moment her smile turned bashful as she realized that there was only one way to really find out if Lauren would like the gift. She watched Lauren uncertainly for a few seconds more seconds, and then she slowly reached out for the box and picked it up, flipping it open as she moved over to where Lauren was standing.
“Well? Did I mess up again?”
“My God ... where ... no ... it’s perfect,” Lauren breathed out, immediately reaching a finger out to trace the handle of the antique scalpel resting in the box.
She had an old scalpel set encased in glass and mounted on the wall in the living room. She suspected that it was a morbid sort of decoration, but before becoming involved with Bo she had hardly ever entertained, and therefore decorated the house how she saw fit. Not unexpectedly, Bo had asked her about the set once they were on civil terms again, inquiring specifically about the one empty slot at the top of the column of blades, and Lauren had explained that she had bought the incomplete set years ago and had slowly been adding to it over the years until all that was missing was the blade that fit that one spot.
“How?” she breathed out finally tearing her eyes away from the box to look up at Bo.
“Kenzi really does have a connection for everything,” Bo murmured smiling timidly. She’d had to grovel for almost five minutes straight before Kenzi would even start making calls, and she was going to have to succubus drinks for herself and Kenzi at human bars for the next couple of weeks in order to pay for the gift, but it was worth it to see the look that had just been on Lauren’s face. “I just ... I thought you would like it better than a tennis bracelet from a pawn shop.”
Lauren’s lips twitched once and then again before finally curving up into a bright smile.
“Yeah,” Lauren admitted sheepishly. “I know it’s a weird hobby. Thank you,” she whispered again before leaning towards Bo so that she could press her lips to the brunette’s cheek.
It still stung that Bo had stood her up earlier, but it meant something to her that Bo had remembered a brief conversation they’d had weeks ago, and that she had left Saskia, and all of the answers she had been so freely sharing, in order to come to her and try to make things better.
“Come on,” Lauren breathed out a few seconds later, taking Bo’s hand into her own and squeezing it gently. “Let’s go sit down and you can tell me more about Saskia and what you learned during Succubus 101.”
The End
