The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-09-21 16:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, lara croft |
Who: Lara and Bo
What: Bo got deaged
When: Thursday
Where: Croft Manor
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for moody teenage succubuses
Having suddenly found herself being a teenager again had been a shock. None of her clothes completely fit. Her breasts had grown a little since she’d been fifteen, and she might’ve grown an inch or two since then as well. At any rate, nothing fit anymore, and she definitely couldn’t go to work looking like a minor. The small miracle that Bo was thankful for was having her memories in tact otherwise she wouldn’t know that she was a succubus. And it would’ve been her dream self’s life all over again.
But even so, Bo was hormonal and being driven insane by them. They certainly did a number on her being a succubus. She was currently in the pantry looking for absolutely anything with sugar in it. Bo was trying to ignore the fact that she was horny, but she was also hungry, in the succubus meaning of the word. But she was trying to cover that hunger up by binging on sugar.
Which wasn’t exactly a good idea given she didn’t know how long she’d be a teenager for. Chances were that she’d need to feed before she could turn back to normal.
Even though it was too warm for it, Lara was wearing a turtle neck sweater and the bulkiest cargo pants imaginable. As if she was well aware of her wife’s potential problems and trying to be the opposite of sexy. Unfortunately the sweater was a little tight, but she was trying.
It helped her anyway, being uncomfortable made it easier to tune out Bo’s latent energies - whenever Bo got horny, Lara did too. Bo might mentally be older than Lara, but physically she was in a place where it was borderline uncomfortable finding her attractive.
They’d figure out feeding when they had to. For now she edged past, trying to avoid brushing her, and reaching up to get some cookies for her. “Here.”
Bo appreciated Lara’s efforts, but even if she’d rolled in horse manure while wearing baggy, unattractive clothing, Bo would still get horny. She remembered what Lara looked like without clothes on, and that didn’t exactly help matters.
Normally, Lara had the height advantage, not by much but she did, but right now there was a noticeable height difference between them. Bo took the cookies, gaze lingering over Lara’s chest. And her scent was intoxicating. Shaking her head suddenly, Bo backed out of the pantry.
“Thanks. Guess we should invest in a stepladder or something when shit like this happens.” She opened the cookies and shoved one in her mouth as she went to grab a glass of milk. She felt like her mother was going to suddenly walk in and reprimand her for wearing “un-lady-like and un-Christian” clothing. The shirt she wore was baggy in places it normally shouldn’t be, and she was wearing a pair of sweatpants that luckily had a drawstring so they could stay up. But she wasn’t wearing a bra. Largely because her bras were too big for her currently.
Lara just hoped this was temporary. She didn’t want to be almost thirty by the time Bo became legal, or to have basically lost 15 years with Bo by the time Bo was her ‘original’ age again.
“Did you always eat like this?”
Bo hoped this was temporary as well. She really didn’t want to go through the rest of her teens again if she could help it. It would be a nightmare for them both.
“No. I mean, I did eat a lot but this is definitely a dream habit.” Bo took her milk and cookies and plopped herself at the table. “I uh...well, let’s just say that I used sugar to try and keep myself energized when Lauren wasn’t enough.” Bo side eyed and knew she’d just given up that secret. And the fact that she wasn’t actually hungry for food.
Lara blew air out of her nose as she considered that. She didn’t particularly like the thought of Bo invading a high school. “Perhaps if we tied you down first, you could take a few hits from me.”
“Oh fuck,” she muttered at the thought of Lara tying her down. And that was one hell of a turn on. As if she hadn’t already been turned on. Her eyes turned blue and she quickly shoved another cookie in her mouth, closed her eyes and tried to keep herself focused on breathing. And chewing.
“The only problem with that scenario is it relies completely on my being able to control myself and not breaking free with my superhuman strength.” Which did kind of bring up another topic. “Maybe we should invest in a safe room that I can be locked in when shit like this happens so I don’t go nuclear and hurt people.”
That had been the wrong thing to say, though Lara realized that just about anything she said could turn Bo on and that was without her being a teenager. Lara tilted her head, thoughtfully. “I have some steel wire, that should do for now. I’ll just have to.. Pretend not to enjoy it.”
Safe room was a good idea in general, actually. “I did want a vault.”
Bo looked at Lara, more hunger and desire in her gaze than she realized. “Somehow I think you’d have a difficult time pretending to not enjoy it. But I guess we’ll just have to have you tie me up sometime when I’m back to my right age.” If this ever reversed, but hopefully it was just like everything else that happened here and wasn’t a permanent thing.
“Perhaps do a vault and a safe room at the same time. Though we’ll just have to make sure the safe room can withstand me.” Bo never used her superhuman strength except when she was fighting other Fae, or fighting the things that invaded Orange County, but it was hard to say what lengths she’d go to to try and get out if she was hungry or otherwise not in her right mind.
“I think we can figure that out,” Lara decided, remembering some design plans from the rel Croft Manor. They were too close to the ocean to dig too deeply, but an underwater safe room and the vault on shore sounded like a good bet.
“Might be a good thing,” she said, then shoved another cookie in her mouth. Bo didn’t like the idea of getting locked in a safe room, but she’d rather be locked in there than risk hurting innocent people. “Something to work out once this is over with.” They’d have to find an architect to help because Bo definitely wasn’t one. All she could do was test various materials to see which one held the best against her super strength.
Lara could hire people. That wouldn’t be a problem. Her mind was already putting together the puzzle ( and the traps necessary for the vault to protect the artifacts she brought home. Lara classified her finds one of three ways - Benign, returned to the country of origin or leased to display at home for a time, dangerous or needing study, taken home, and catastrophically dangerous, to be taken to the Agency. She’d yet to find anything of the latter)
Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. She checked the camera on an app on her phone, then left Bo to check the door, calling out, “Parcel!”
The parcel was large and unmarked, with a return address in France. She pushed it aside to worry about later, and returned to her wife. “I’ll get everything designed and we’ll go from there. All right?”
She put her hand on Bo’s cheek.
Bo really hated that she was dangerous sometimes because of her nature. It was one of the reasons she was split on the idea of children. If a child was biologically related to her, it would be a succubus or incubus. They’d have to deal with this crap as well. And right now? Bo didn’t want a child to have to suffer through the teenage hormonal period. She knew from the experience of her dreams and from her current predicament that it was incredibly hard to exert self-control over the baser instincts of her nature.
But Bo was nothing if not stubborn so she’d just fight against her nature. She ate a couple more cookies and finished off her glass of milk while Lara went to get the package. She was gazing at the empty glass when Lara came back and she looked up at her and nodded.
“Alright. Let me know if I can help at all.” Bo doubted it, but she made the offer anyways. The hand on her cheek was like fire and she closed her eyes, wanting more than that, but well knowing that just this touch was almost too much for her to take. She leaned into the touch briefly before she pulled away before she lost control of herself. She grabbed the glass and cookies and went to put them away, hating that she was suddenly an emotional mess, but she was a teenager currently.
“I think I’ll just...go lock myself in a room for a while.” It was better that way anyways. Bo was trying to keep a tight grip on herself right then and she felt like her hold was slipping.
Lara nodded, her own expression strained. To her, it didn’t matter what Bo looked like. She was still in there and she still loved her, and that love had long ago translated to want. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”
“Yeah,” she responded with a half-hearted, slightly sad smile. At the moment, it felt like she’d have to wait three years until she was old enough to even kiss her wife without it being weird. And Bo well knew that waiting would definitely kill her. But she’d rather risk that then having to find some teenager to do things with. That would be weird to Bo given mentally she was over thirty.
Yeah, starving to death sounded like the best option right then. She brushed some hair behind her ear as she glanced towards the bar, thinking alcohol sounded amazing right then, but then she remembered she was physically a teenager, that would be a bad idea. So she just sighed and started to head off as her shoulders sagged. She just wanted to let go, but she knew she shouldn’t because Lara would end up hurt.
Lara hoped this wouldn’t last longer than a few days, and wished for the first time it had deaged her too. She wouldn’t have minded a chance to be a teenager again, without the pain of those years to sour them.