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Who: Lara and Bo
What: What happens when a succubus washes a car
When: recent
Where: Croft Manor
Status: Complete
Rating: R for skimmed over sexy times



While Bo was feeling better after the whole blast from the past thing a couple weeks prior, she was still in need of physical outlets for some of the anxiety. Also adding to the anxiety was the lack of a job she currently had. She’d not bothered to try looking for a new job until she’d gotten her head on straight, or relatively straight, after the blast from the past. So today’s form of doing something, since Orange County wasn’t going to Hell, Bo decided to wash her car. She backed it out of the garage and parked it in the driveway, ensuring to be out of the way in the event Lara or Alistair needed to leave to do something, or if company came to visit.

She got the bucket of water and soap ready, grabbed a sponge and hauled a hose over close so she could hose the car down when she was done. She was wearing a white muscle shirt, her black bra more than a little visible. She’d taken her engagement ring off, but only because she didn’t want to risk it slipping off her finger without her noticing. It was too precious for her to risk losing, so instead of it being on her finger, it was on a chain around her neck.

Bo had also brought out her iPod and a speaker. The speaker was blaring out Spice Girls music, which set the beat for Bo washing the car. She started with the hood, soaking the sponge in the water and excess soap and she began to wash the car, all the while singing “Spice Up Your Life.”

And maybe, just maybe, she was washing the car way too sensually. Which she couldn’t exactly help given she was a succubus. Sex appeal and sensuality was her natural state of being.

It was a nice relaxing morning for Lara. Freshly brewed tea, some time spent researching, a few phone calls to arrange for porters and the other sort of things one needed on an expedition. Her feet were getting itchy, and if she didn’t go and do something soon she was going to lose her mind.

It was with a fresh cup in hand that she heard the music, and went to investigate. And promptly inhaled too much coffee, coughing to clear her throat. And that was just the view through the window. A view that she was entirely too enraptured by to look away. Bo was unearthly beautiful, and Lara quickly forgot she was holding a cup to her mouth.

As Bo scrubbed along the hood of her car, she climbed up on it so she could reach the entire hood. By doing so, her pants started to get wet and get some soap suds on them, but she didn’t care. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and slid off, washing her way down the hood as she moved around to the side.

The song clicked to the next track, as she was listening to the Spiceworld album, and she got quite into the song “Stop.” Her body moved to the beat, sponge flicking this way and that, flinging suds every which way. She then started to wash along the windshield, stretching to reach as far to the middle as she could, her breasts plastering themselves against the glass and her shirt quickly becoming soaked. And a bit see-through, as was evident when she stood back upright.

As the chorus of the song hit, she couldn’t resist herself when the line “I need someone with a human touch” and she rocked her hips back and forth, wet hands, one with the sponge, running down her sides. There may or may not have been a brief flash of blue eyes.

It was like watching a not-so-private-little-show. Lara stared. She couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to look away. Every tiny inch of Bo’s movements made Lara’s stomach tighten, every swerve of her hips or her hair flips or how her breasts pressed into the glass of the windows.

Then there was the hip thing. And the flash of blue eyes sealed her fate. Lara didn’t know what happened to her tea. She was outside, and rushed up to Bo, pinning her to the hood and kissing her hungrily.

Bo also didn’t quite know how she’d gone from washing her car to being pinned to the wet and soapy hood of her car with her fiance kissing her. But she definitely wasn’t complaining. She kissed Lara back just as hungrily, intense desire taking over as she slid one hand to the back of Lara’s head. Her other hand let go of the sponge and slid along Lara’s back, pulling her closer against her.

She was getting wet and soapy, but she didn’t care in the slightest. Not when she had an intense desire for the woman in her arms. She hooked one leg around Lara’s waist, wanting to feel as much of her as possible.

They were soaking wet and soapy, Lara’s hands getting up under Bo’s shirt as she writhed on top of her woman. She nibbled on her lip, then had the sense to slide off of Bo. She picked her up and kissed her again as she started to make her way for the door. She might be (willingly) under Bo’s spell, but she had sense enough, if barely, to not rip her clothing off outside.

She groaned, arching into Lara’s touch as she felt her hands on her skin. When Lara picked her up, Bo slid her arms around her neck, leaning in and nibbling at Lara’s ear lobe. Her heart was racing a bit, her blood pumping hard through her veins. She wanted Lara, and she loved getting carried off by her. “You’re so strong,” she murmured into Lara’s ear, warmth breath against her skin.

Lara nearly lost it, pressing Bo into the door and groaning desperately. She jerked her hips into Bo’s, and tried to get the door open before she lost the remaining sense that she had left. Miraculously, they made it inside. Lara kicked the door closed, the cats scattering to the four winds in a panic as she knocked over a lamp.

Bo groaned loudly as she was pressed into the door and she rocked her hips back against Lara’s. She tightened her legs around Lara’s waist, and kissed her hungrily again, completely ignoring the lamp falling over. She tangled her fingers into Lara’s hair, loving the way her body was humming and coming alive for Lara. Her other hand slid down and began to pull Lara’s shirt up. There were too many layers between them right now.

Lara ripped something. Bo’s shirt. Maybe her shirt. Definitely Bo’s bra. She didn’t even bother trying to make it upstairs, instead carrying Bo into the library. There was a comfortable couch in there, and nothing super rare or ancient they could break, like in her study. Mostly, Lara was thinking about the couch, and getting Bo onto the couch, and pulling Bo’s pants off so she could do things to her on the couch.

The sound of ripping fabric turned Bo on even more, and it made her even more impatient. She ripped Lara’s shirt and made short work of her bra. Bo’s engine was revved and more than ready to go, blue eyes and all. “You’re so sexy,” she said in a breathless tone before she leaned in and slid her tongue along Lara’s neck as her hands worked on Lara’s pants.

“Hnn.” Lara straddled Bo’s legs, rubbing her palms up and down her fiance’s chest. She turned her head, kissing her jaw and then her throat and then biting. Lara didn’t know how Bo did it. Get her libido going and her motor running and even without a bit of that blue flash was pretty sure she would have attacked Bo on that car sooner or later anyway.

Bo moaned, arching into Lara’s touch. She let out a louder moan when Lara bit her. The bite sent a very focused blaze of fire right through her, a shudder running through her. “Oh, fuck,” she breathed. Even Bo didn’t really know how she could get Lara going like this. It was probably some technical thing regarding her being a succubus. She didn’t know if it was pheromones or her exuding sex, but whatever it was, it turned her on even more to see that Lara was that turned on.

And Lara’s aura was about as red as she’d ever seen it. She wrapped her arms around Lara, her nails lightly grazing their way up her back slowly.

“I love you.” Lara’s breath was ragged, and those were the only words she could think of that didn’t include some variation of ‘fuck’ or ‘fuck me’. She resumed biting and sucking at Bo’s throat, rocking and grinding her hips needily, her aura such a bright red it probably looked to Bo like she was on fire.

“I love you,” she responded hoarsely. She moaned again, tilting her head back as Lara bit and sucked at her throat. She rocked her hips back against Lara’s before she slid a hand between her legs to give her what she wanted, fingers stroking her. Lara’s aura was almost blinding, but Bo fed off of it. Sexual energy was like a drug to her, setting off her sex drive even more. It was that part of her succubus nature that was dangerous to be tapped into when she was in a club or a strip club where sexual energy abounded.

She didn’t know where the desire to be used fed into the desire to use, and it all mixed together into a heady concoction that had Bo drawing orgasms from Lara with every other stroke. Her world went white, and she couldn’t see anything but Bo, or hear anything but Bo, or taste anything but Bo, or touch anything but Bo. At two points she drew blood with her teeth, her nails too dull to do more than leave deep welts and scratches.

When she came back to herself, her entire body felt like she was on electric fire. She was still heady and a little drunk from the passion, but she couldn’t lift her face from Bo’s chest.

Bo couldn’t help herself, and just as she drove Lara to multiple orgasms, she was driven to multiple orgasms. It was one of those times when she was only aware of Lara, and wanting nothing but Lara. She didn’t mind the blood that had been drawn, or the welts and scratches, she’d left a few on Lara, along with a couple hickeys on her neck.

When they both had had their fill, or at least came to where they needed a breather, Bo was on her back on the couch, or had they rolled onto floor at some point? Whichever surface they were on, she didn’t care. She simply held Lara close, fingers stroking through her hair. Her body was still burning, still very much alive, but her breath was ragged and heavy. “Damn, maybe I should wash the car more often,” she finally said in a husky tone.

The floor. They were on the floor, though Lara could barely tell which way was up. She felt like she’d just scaled Everest, but when Bo spoke, she started to laugh. She kept laughing and every time she thought she’d stop laughing, she started giggling all over again.

It had been quite a marathon, but it was one Bo would never tire of running. Lara’s laugh was contagious and she couldn’t help but to start laughing herself. It was that kind of physical exhaustion where any laughter or giggling was contagious. Despite the muscles in her arms protesting, she still held onto Lara and stroked her hair. Bo was covered in sweat, strands of her hair being plastered to her neck and shoulders. She hadn’t taken any chi from Lara during the entire time. She wasn’t hungry, and she definitely didn’t want to get rid of the bite marks and such just yet. They were badges of pride in her opinion.

“Oh my god,” Lara whispered. She finally lifted her face from Bo’s wonderful chest, staring into her eyes. Her own were dark and deep, and if she had the energy? Well she’d go again. “Do you have any idea how … desirable you were? I forgot what I was doing and I couldn’t look away. I’d say I don’t know what came over me but I think you came over me.”

She gazed back into Lara’s eyes, managing to reach up and brushed her fingers along her cheek. “I had no idea. I mean, I wasn’t trying to be seductive. I guess the music just put me in the mood or something.” Or probably just that one song that could have a complete seductive dance done to it. “Though you got me, I didn’t know what had hit me until you were kissing me.”

“At least you knew it was me,” Lara said. “I could have gotten a shiner for it. But it would be worth it.” She knew Bo would never hurt her on purpose. Or vice versa. But with their dreams and their combined mental problems accidents happened. Lara was still afraid she’d wake up shooting.

“In a different mindset, you probably would’ve gotten a shiner instead.” Bo said. And if Lara ever woke up shooting and hit Bo, at least Bo had a built in mechanism to heal, or even revive, herself. “But I rather prefer this outcome to punching you.”

Lara grinned. “This is the best possible outcome.” She tried to push herself up, only to just give up. Instead, she rolled onto her side next to Bo. “I was afraid we’d ended up in the study, but this is the first time we’ve done it in the library. These books have been scandalized.”

Bo grinned, managing to shift onto her side to face Lara, an arm slipping around her. “I am certain your desk is happy to share the scandal,” she teased. “I think the books have been extra scandalized, but it’s totally worth it.” Bo nuzzled her nose against Lara’s.

“Now we need to wash off,” Lara said. She didn’t make any move to do so. And the water on the hose was probably still running. They should turn that off. If only her legs would cooperate. She snuggled into Bo’s arms instead. “Later.”

“Later sounds good. I’d rather just lay here with you.” She needed some rest, and right there with Lara in her arms was the best place for that. She kissed Lara for some moments, a gentle and tender one. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Lara loved the way Bo said it. It was tender, almost hesitant sometimes. She wondered if Bo was afraid of saying it.

If Bo was afraid of saying it, she wasn’t consciously aware of it. Perhaps it was her dreams projecting it, considering how she’d been hurt by both Dyson and Lauren. Perhaps she was also afraid because of her life experience here. But regardless of that, she wasn’t going anywhere. When her heart was in something, Bo didn’t run away, no matter how frightening it was. “You’re amazing, and wonderful, and I’m so happy to have you in my life.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Lara whispered. She lay her head down, against Bo’s shoulder and curled her body in and around the other woman. A subtle reassurance for the words she’d just spoken.

“That makes two of us,” she responded, holding Lara close to her. Bo closed her eyes, smiling contentedly. She loved moments like this, simply holding Lara and feeling like they were the only people in the entire world. To her, there was nothing better than this feeling.