Fic: You and Me and Her Together (Bo/Lauren/Nadia, Lost Girl 3/7)

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Title: You and Me and Her Together
Author: Janine
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Bo/Lauren/Nadia
Rating: Explicit (eventually)
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary:  After Kenzi goes on the road with Nate, Bo unexpectedly finds herself spending time with Lauren and Nadia, and as their lives become more entwined they find their relationships growing and changing into something they could never have imagined.

Part One | Part Two 

Part III

Three Weeks Later…

Bo was leaning against the bar, elbows resting on the top, her eyes following shapely hips and an apple bottom as it swayed to the music when she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Almost as soon as she registered the touch, the subtle scent of expensive perfume filled her senses and a shiver ran down Bo's spine as the hand trailed partway down her back.

"I didn't think you were coming tonight," Bo said loudly, struggling to be heard over the crowd.

"I managed to sneak out of the office early," Ciara replied leaning forward, speaking into Bo's ear to be heard – and because she liked the way Bo's pupils dilated when they were that close to each other.

"Well, I ..." Bo began, looking Ciara up and down when the other woman stepped far enough away that Bo could see the length of her, "and the entire bar thank you for putting in such a fabulous appearance," she continued, smiling as a faint blush touched Ciara's cheeks.

"Flatterer," Ciara accused playfully.

"We all have our talents," Bo replied easily. "What are you drinking?"

"Whiskey," Ciara said decisively as she leaned against the bar as well, angling herself so that she was facing Bo.

Bo watched the way Ciara's red, perfectly painted mouth formed the word and she licked her lips.

"Coming up," Bo chirped, forcing her eyes away from Ciara's delectable mouth.

After Ciara got her drink, Bo found herself alone again for a few minutes when Ciara went over to greet Dyson and Hale – who were tucked away in a booth in the corner. They were looking over files pertaining to one of their human cases, so Bo knew that Ciara wouldn't be gone long and occupied herself in the Brits absence by letting her eyes fall on Nadia again as she moved to the music.

Bo had been talking with them before Nadia was overcome with the urge to dance and had cajoled Lauren until the doctor finally relented and agreed to dance with her. Nadia turned to look at Bo after she'd gotten Lauren to agree, but Bo had quickly gulped down the rest of her drink and then shaken at head at Nadia, claiming that she couldn't because she needed to make a bar run.

Bo wasn't usually one to turn down sexy dancing if everyone was of age, but she wasn't a big enough glutton for punishment to willingly subject herself to having Lauren and Nadia bumping and grinding against her when she could do nothing about the way dancing with them would affect her body.

Seeing Lauren was no longer like a swift punch in the stomach, but Bo still longed for her.

As shy and awkward as Lauren sometimes seemed to be, she had proved herself Bo's equal in the bedroom – which was not something Bo could say about many other people. Whatever reserve shrouded Lauren during the day disappeared between the sheets, and she gave as passionately as she received.

The mixture of tenderness and burning need that Bo had experienced with Lauren was something she had never really experienced before, and she missed it. She missed been taken and cradled at the same time. She missed the way Lauren stroked her cheeks after their love-making, gazing down at her as if she couldn't believe that Bo was actually beside her and they had made love. She missed tickling Lauren and hearing her laugh and then kissing her gently and hearing her sigh. She missed the feeling of safety she'd found in Lauren's arms.

She missed Lauren.

"Oh, Bo," Ciara sighed as she returned to Bo's side, her eyes following Bo's out into the crowd and easily picking out the doctor and her girlfriend.

Lauren was standing slightly off to the side of the dance floor, watching Nadia with a small smile as Nadia danced with a young male shifter. Ciara didn't quite understand why Lauren was smiling about this at first, but as she watched them she realized that Nadia's eyes were glued to Lauren's as she danced. The young man dancing with Nadia was almost completely irrelevant. Nadia was just teasing. She was just trying to lure Lauren back onto the dance floor.

"I can't tell which one you're looking at ... though I don't suppose that it matters," Ciara continued, her eyes holding on the scene on the dance floor for a moment longer, watching as Lauren closed the distance between herself and Nadia and whispered something to her. Nadia smiled in response to whatever it was Lauren said, and then she waved goodbye to the young man she'd been dancing with and she and Lauren disappeared further into the crowd.

Bo didn't bother suppressing the urge to sigh as she turned to look at Ciara, because what Ciara said was true. It really didn't matter which one of them she'd been looking at. The fact was that there were entirely too many women in Bo's life that she wanted to do naughty things to, and not nearly enough naughty things actually happening.

Every time Bo looked at Ciara she wanted to sink to her knees before her and serve. Every time she looked at Lauren she wanted to collapse into her arms and kiss her until the end of time. And more and more, when she saw Nadia she wanted to ... well, she wanted to do a lot of things.

She'd never been sexually frustrated in quite this way before in her life, because it wasn't just sexual. Getting people to sleep with her wasn't a problem – she was as good at that as ever. The problem was getting the people she wanted to sleep with her to do it.

She had all of these feelings now. She knew these women, she liked these women. Bo didn't want them for their chi. She didn't need them for release. She wanted them because of who they were, not because of what they could give her.

But Ciara was right. None of that mattered because Bo didn't actually have any of them.

"You don't have to keep me company," Ciara murmured, leaning towards Bo to be heard. "You can join them if you want."

"No," Bo said, turning to meet Ciara's ocean blue gaze. "I can't. Not really," she sighed, looking away.

Ciara studied Bo's profile for a few seconds, enthralled. Bo looked so exquisitely tortured, so beautifully pained that Ciara ached for her.

"Then look away," Ciara said gently, stroking her hand down Bo's arm until Bo turned to look at her again. "Walk away," Ciara continued when Bo was focused on her. "You … you don't have to be so nice. You don't have to be their best friend. If the charade hurts, end it. Let yourself be heartbroken for a while. Let yourself heal."

"I'm not that nice," Bo sighed.

"Yes, you are," Ciara interjected firmly before Bo could say more. "You're one of the finest people I've ever met and I'm far older than I look," Ciara continued, and when Bo glanced over at her Ciara was gladdened to see Bo's lips curve up in a small smile.

"It's just … it's more complicated than that," Bo sighed, her smile faltering as she remembered … her life. "Maybe I'm a masochist or something, but I actually do enjoy spending time with them. I miss them when I try to stay away. As much as it hurts sometimes, the world is … so much calmer with Lauren around. She's like this oasis in the sandstorm that is my life ... a sexy, smart, funny, sexy, oasis," Bo added and Ciara smiled gently. "And … Nadia," Bo said, smiling despite herself. "She's fun. We've kind of been hanging," she went on, shaking her head a bit because she knew it was ridiculous, "and … I like her."

Having just been awoken from a supernatural coma, Nadia didn't have much to do during the day, and with Kenzi gone and no active case going Bo didn't have much to do during the day, so after she'd accidentally bumped into Nadia at a coffee shop downtown, they'd fallen into the habit of keeping each other company while Lauren was at work.

They'd been shopping, they'd watched a Golden Girls marathon, they'd seen a couple of movies, they'd painted each other's toe nails and done other small, useless things together that had made Bo's days a lot less lonely.

"She'll sing the whole Fresh Prince of Bel-Air rap with me ... sober," Bo continued, looking over at Ciara. "She's like a less hyper Kenzi …"

"Who you'd like to shag," Ciara supplied and Bo groaned and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, because it was true. It was so true. She did want to shag Nadia, a lot.

"Like I said, the situation is complicated," Bo muttered a few seconds later. "I'm mean, I know it's crazy. I know it is," Bo said as she shook her head. "But I can't stay away. I'm not even sure that I really want to. It's like my brain refuses to even process the idea of hypothetically imagining what my life would be like without Lauren in it and, god help me, I was as helpless against falling 'in like' with Nadia as I was with you."

"Are we 'in like', Bo?" Ciara asked, cutely batting her eyelashes.

"Very much so," Bo responded smiling, glad for the moment levity. "Deeply so," she sighed dreamily and Ciara smiled.

"I couldn't be more thrilled," Ciara exhaled.

"You could be," Bo breathed out suggestively, eyeballing Ciara again. "I could thrill you in ways you didn't know existed."

Ciara breathed in deeply and then sighed as her head turned towards the corner of the bar where Dyson and Hale were still working away.

"I …" she began.

"Would totally take me up on the offer if you weren't dating my ex?" Bo supplied for her.

"I would," Ciara confirmed. "Yes," she breathed out, and she couldn't quite stop her eyes from wandering over Bo's face appreciatively.

Bo could feel desire roll off of her as Ciara looked at her. She had felt small bursts of arousal from Ciara when they were around each other in the past, but they were relatively muted. What Ciara was emanating at that moment was anything but subdued however, and a shiver ran through Bo's body.

However, almost as soon as the wave of emotion started to wash over her, Ciara breathed in and out deeply and a moment after that she schooled her features so that Bo could no longer see her desire writ on her face, and a moment after that the waves of lust Ciara had been giving off ebbed away.

"But alas," Ciara sighed sadly once she had composed herself.

"Yeah, alas," Bo breathed out, and they were silent for a minute, letting the tension ease between them.

"You should buy me a drink," Bo said a short while later.

"Should I?" Ciara inquired arching a pale eyebrow.

"Yeah, I was just melancholy before you came over here and now I'm thoroughly depressed. You owe it to me to help me drown my sorrows."

Poor, beautiful Bo, Ciara thought. 'In like' with her ex's current girlfriend, in love with a woman committed to someone else, and coveting that someone else while knowing she couldn't have her because she was with the woman Bo loved.

"Right," Ciara drawled, nodding her consent as she spoke.

If anyone needed to drown their sorrows it was Bo.

"But I'm getting you a real drink, not that swill," she continued, frowning at the empty bottle of beer on the bar top beside Bo's elbow.

"I'm not going to complain," Bo replied and Ciara laughed before lifting up her hand to flag down the bartender.

To be continued ...