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Bo Dennis is not a lost girl anymore (faetedlove) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-11 18:45:00

Who: Lara and Bo
What: Bo has a bout of succubus impotence due to emotional constipation. Her and Lara finally have a talk about the emotional crap that's been piling up lately.
When: Today
Where: Croft Manor
Warnings: Discussions of dream character death, afterlife travels and adult content later on



The assault of her dreams had stopped, pausing after the whole succubus impotence thing, but even with the respite, Bo hadn’t calmed down. In fact, she’d internalized so much over the last couple months that she was on complete overload emotionally speaking. It had gotten so bad that after learning who her father was, Bo had stopped feeding on chi. At first she’d assumed it was just because she wasn’t in the mood, but now it was dawning on her that maybe it was the succubus impotence thing. She’d had it in this life once before, which had been rectified after she’d fallen and broken one of Lara’s priceless antiques.

But this. This was far worse. There was a lot more that she’d internalized. And now Bo was starting to weaken to the point where it was noticeable. She was tripping far more than normal, though she could still walk. Stairs, though, stairs were getting difficult.

She was in the kitchen getting something to drink. She’d poured herself a glass of milk, and was going to sit down with it, but she didn’t get three steps before a wave of dizziness came over her and she fell against the counter, but the glass slipped out of her hand and broke.

“Shit,” she said as she shook her head. Bo carefully moved over and grabbed some paper towels, starting to mop up the milk and put the paper towels over the bulk of broken glass. At least this time a shard hadn’t embedded itself into her arm. She was unharmed, simply getting weak and she needed to do something about it but couldn’t quite bring herself to talk about anything yet.

Lack of sex hadn’t been noticed by Lara at first. With her own work consuming her and a libido that was 75% synced with her wife’s moods, nothing had seemed unusual. It was only when she realized how long it had been since the last time they’d made love that she worried. (that is to say, she did initiate as often as Bo did, it just took her a little longer to get ramped up half the time)

Granted, making love was almost a nightly thing so going even a week without was highly unusual. She was already heading towards the kitchen when she heard the glass break. “Bo, are you all right?”

There was no blood, and no glass, which was a relief. The last thing Lara wanted was a repeat of the walking on glass incident.

Bo took a breath as she cleaned up her mess. She tossed the paper towels and broken glass into the trash, but as she stood up, she wavered on her feet, again falling against the counter. The room was spinning a little and Bo needed to sit down.

“I’m fine, I didn’t get cut this time.” There would be no need for Lara to walk over broken glass to keep her from doing something stupid. But there was a definite need for Lara to save her wife from herself.

“Jesus.” Lara stopped before she did actually walk across the class. “Don’t move.”

She grabbed a broom and swept up the mess, before rushing to Bo’s side and guiding her to a chair. “You’re pale as a ghost.”

Once seated, Bo took a couple breaths, brushing some hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m getting weak.” Which was stating the complete obvious, but it was a start, perhaps. There had been so much being laid on her from her dreams and from this life, it was crushing her.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, I’ve been distracted. But when was the last time you fed?” Lara sat on the table, running her fingers through Bo’s hair. She suddenly felt terrible for not noticing sooner. She was Bo’s wife, she was supposed to notice these things.

“Uh...about a week? Maybe a little over? It’s hard to remember.” Bo honestly didn’t remember. She’d been more distracted by everything her dreams were throwing at her. She leaned in, pressing her forehead to Lara’s chest and closing her eyes.

“Shit…” Lara wrapped her arms around Bo. ‘I’m sorry. I should have said something.” She kissed the top of Bo’s head. “Come on, love. Just a little hit.”

“It’s not your fault. I haven’t exactly had a sex drive.” Which was the signal that something was wrong. The advantage this time was that Lara and Bo had experienced it before. And Bo also now knew what it actually was thanks to her dreams.

“You’re definitely not well,” Lara pointed out. She remembered the last time and that had been a little terrifying. She just needed to figure out how to jump start Bo enough. Or figure out the source of the problem. She could feel a knot in her stomach - For someone like Bo, this could be a fatal condition.

“No, I’m not.” At least Bo was willing to admit that. But it also wasn’t like she could pretend she was fine either. Lara already knew she wasn’t fine. “I’ve just been very overwhelmed by my dreams. I think I had dreams for like four or five nights in a row there that ultimately resulted in this.”

“Take a hit,” Lara repeated, stroking Bo’s face. “Then tell me about them. We’ll work through them together, like we always do when either of us dreams.”

Sometimes she thought they were made for each other, with their respective traumas.

Bo lifted her head. “I can’t.” Which was the truth. “One of my dreams told me what’s happening when I can’t feed and have no sex drive.” She set a hand on Lara’s knee as she sat up a bit straighter. “After I brought Kenzi back to life, she left. She wanted to make a normal life for herself, so she’s gone. After that, I stopped being able to feed on chi. Apparently it can be a succubus thing. I asked Trick if Aife had ever had a dry spell in terms of sex, and turns out it could be psychological. And after everything that happened recently in the dreams, it’s just putting the block on my mojo. It all came to a head when a case I was working went wrong. The guy showed up at my place and stabbed me in the gut. I couldn’t heal and Lauren had to stitch me up for the second time and I got put on an IV. But it was Tamsin that actually helped me break through the block.”

“Oh.” Lara sat back, looking at Bo with increasing concern. She wasn’t sure if that kind of block was better or worse than something physical, and she was afraid she might not be able to break it. Or what might happen if she couldn’t break it. She sounded a little hurried. “What did she do? Do you remember?”

“While the others were fretting over me, Tamsin took a different approach. She pulled the IV out of my hand saying that clearly I wanted to die, so I should just go ahead and do it. Along with some other tough love, but it got me to admit that I was afraid of losing them all the way I’d lost Hale, Rainer and Kenzi.” And it had worked. “And that’s part of the same fear that I have here. I’m afraid of losing you and Kenzi and everyone else I care about and ending up alone. But I’m the Queen, the one meant to march on alone. Kenzi’s already died once here, but she had someone on hand that could bring her back to life. But that’s not always going to be the case. One day she will die, you will die and I’ll still be here.”

It made a great deal of sense. Lara’s expression hardened, though it was more out of emotional self-preservation than anything else. The same kind of way she approached battle. She exhaled, forcing herself to relax, though her face became unreadable. It was probably better than having a nervous breakdown, which Bo’s words threatened to do to her.

“I know, and if there was any way for me to be there at your side, I’d find it. But you won’t always be alone. There’ll always be others. And that probably isn’t comforting and it will probably hurt again and again, but that’s better than being alone forever.”

“None of them would be you, though.” There may be others, but Bo knew no one would come close to being Lara. “I don’t handle loss well, and I don’t handle a build up of emotions well. I hate the destiny my dreams have laid out for me. I don’t like where they’re heading, and I like it even less because Kenzi isn’t there to help be my conscience.”

And unlike before, Bo had an idea of what was coming. It involved her father, and she knew whatever it was wouldn’t be good. She was afraid of what was to come, but it was what had come before that was giving her the problems now. So best not to get ahead of herself.

“And it’s not just the dreams, but other things that have happened here. And just plain being here. Here, I’m a fae in a human world. Yeah crazy shit happens here in Orange County and there are other immortals around, but by and large, this world is normal. I’m very not normal, and will always be on the outside. I don’t like being the lone fae in a human world, but there’s nothing that can be done about that. I just need to accept it, but it’s hard to accept that. Just like I don’t want to accept that one day you and Kenzi won’t be here anymore.” It was drudging up emotions as she started to let out some of the things she’d kept pent up inside of her.

Lara wasn't expecting the stabbing pain in her chest. She loved Bo, and loved that Bo loved her that much, but she also loathed the idea of her hurting and being stuck on her for eternity. Bo deserved better than that.

"Maybe someone might show up? Hale, Wolfboy, Trick, Tamsin." Even if most of those were dead, Bo could help them prepare for it. And they'd be around longer for her.

She took Bo's hand. Maybe she could talk a vampire into turning her, if she got desperate enough. "I'm sorry."

But she wasn't ready to tell Bo what she'd found in Greece, or where her research was really leading her. In Lara's mind, she just didn't want Bo to get her hopes up.

“I’m not going to hold my breath of any of them showing up.” After all, she’d been here for nearly two years now and Kenzi was the only one from her dream world to show up here. It was basically a lottery for who may or may not show up here.

Bo squeezed Lara’s hand and looked up at her. “It’s probably stupid, but sometimes I forget that I’m not human anymore and that not everyone here is immortal. Before dreaming of Hale’s death, I’d never had anyone I cared for die in this life. I think that’s one reason I took his death so hard. And then Rainer and Kenzi died in quick succession as well. I just...I got numb to it and couldn’t completely handle it. Like yeah, Dyson, Tamsin, Lauren and Trick are still there, but it’s not the same. Everything feels so empty without Kenzi there, and I’m pretty sure I’m still carrying a torch for Lauren, but that’s besides the point.”

She sniffed a bit. “I just feel so run down and hurt and I wonder what the point of fighting death is when it will always win where mortals are concerned. Though who knows, maybe someone or something will come along and kill me somewhere along the way so worrying about never dying will be null and void. Something like that demon that nearly did me in a few weeks back.”

At least it was Kenzi. Of all the people from Bo's dreams she was unarguably the most important to her. She let Bo talk, knowing this had to come up, then cupped her cheeks. "Letting something kill you isn't the answer. Even if I died, that wouldn't be the answer."

She didn't know what to do, or how to keep that from happening. "Maybe, if I can't find immortality, what if we had a child?"

Bo looked at Lara as she cupped her cheeks, her eyes watering. Though the mention of a child was unexpected and caught her attention. Aside from the obvious intent of them having a family, it didn’t take long for Bo to realize the meaning behind it, that if the child had Bo’s genes it would be fae and stick around as long as Bo did. And it would also be a permanent link to Lara, regardless of whatever happened.

“Really? I’m open to it, but are you sure?” She knew Lara had parent issues, as did Bo herself, so she wasn’t certain just how that was going to work.

“I might lack the requisite plumbing without an assist from the OC, but I think we could make it work. Eventually, anyway.” Lara wasn’t sure she’d be a very good mother, but she also wondered if she was wrong. She thought Bo could be, anyway. And though she’d only really suggested it for lack of a better idea, it had an appeal.

“But I love you, and I’d do anything for you. And a child...maybe I won’t fuck up like my father.”

“I don’t think you’d fuck up like your father. Besides, you won’t be doing it alone. You’ll have me. And we’ll do it together.” Bo wasn’t so certain about her own mothering skills. But she at least knew what not to do thanks to her own personal experience. And she’d be prepared for a kid that would be a succubus or an incubus. She could guide them through puberty and teach them how to use their powers without killing anyone.

And when in doubt, Kenzi would probably be more than happy to be an aunt and give them a helping hand as well. “I love you too, and I would love to expand our family beyond the cats.”

“We can fuck it up together.” Lara smiled at her, a little laugh escaping her. She pet Bo’s hair. “Okay. So that’s on the table now. So I’ll always be with you, and you won’t always be alone.”

She had to find a way to keep that promise. A Croft always kept their promise. She wouldn’t leave Bo alone. Not forever.

Bo had to smile a bit in return. It definitely helped to hear that she wouldn’t be alone. She was afraid of being alone, so if she could have some part of Lara always be with her, she would take it.

“That will be good. I really don’t want to be alone.” And considering her long life, there would definitely be times where she was alone. And just that assurance seemed to shift something within her. She could start to feel her hunger starting to rise, but there was still something blocking it from completely coming out.

Lara's throat bobbed. She almost admitted then and there that she had a plan so Bo wouldn't be alone. But she didn't know if it would work and didn't want to break Bo's heart if it didn't. Better to try first, and tell her later. She leaned her forehead against Bo's. "I don't want to be alone either."

Bo closed her eyes. “I’m glad we’re in agreement there.” She definitely didn’t want Lara to be alone either. She sniffed, feeling another wave of weakness come over her, but she was sitting down so it didn’t do much than make her a little dizzy.

"Something is still holding you back," Lara said. She got onto her knees in front of Bo. "It can't just be this, then. Can you think of anything else? Other worries?"

She took some moments to think. “I know I’ve shed tears over Hale and Kenzi, but I just have this huge knot of emotions. It was getting to be so much that I kept stuffing it down because I couldn’t handle it. And I kept adding to it with what happened while we were fighting those demons. I didn’t even really acknowledge that whole near-death experience I had after getting impaled.”

"I noticed, but I don't exactly have the most healthy way of dealing with that either." She wasn't sure where Bo was going with this, other than neither of them were handling their emotions very well. But Lara expected that of herself. "What are you feeling?"

They both certainly needed to work on their ability to deal with emotions like this. One would think with how their dreams went, they would have found a way to better handle things. But clearly not. “Scared of how easily I could die. Demoralized by how many people I’ve lost in the dreams in such a quick succession. Afraid of losing those I love here. Anxious. Skittish. But overall, I’m fucking exhausted emotionally-speaking. I don’t think I can take much more from my dreams before I break.” There were waterworks building, but they didn’t yet fall.

She wiped her thumbs across Bo’s cheeks, trying to be reassuring. “Maybe you should let yourself break. I think we both know they’re likely to get worse before they get better, but if you bottle it up it will only make the break worse. I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

And, well, that definitely put a fatal dent into the dam she’d built to hold her emotions from the dreams. She pressed her lips tightly together for some moments as emotion began to swell. “I’m so tired, Lara. I’m tired of being the chosen one, of being the Queen. I don’t want to be either because being the Queen ever marching on means being alone and having to hold everything up. I can’t do it. Not without Kenzi or Hale. I can’t take it, but I can’t really let myself express how much I don’t want it either. Everyone looks to me to lead, to be the hero, but what if I don’t want to be? If I’m supposed to be the hero doing the saving, who’s going to save me from myself?”

As she talked, more emotion crept into her voice until it was cracking from the emotion and the tears started falling down her cheeks as she looked at Lara.

“I will.” Lara pulled Bo into her arms, sliding to the floor with her and holding her gaze with her own. “You’re not the Queen to me, or the chosen one. You don’t even have to be a hero, though you’re more of one than I’ll ever be. You’re Bo Croft. My wife and my other half. That’s all I want you to be, that’s all I ever need you to be.”

Bo wrapped her arms around Lara, snuggling into her when she pulled her down to the floor with her. The words Lara spoke broke that dam and Bo just started sobbing. She pressed her face into Lara’s shoulder as she sobbed and clung to her. That had been what she’d needed to hear, and it hit home. She well knew she was on a different path in this life than the one of her dreams, but she’d felt the weight of her dreams crushing her lately. She’d been so strong through everything and internalized so much that now, she just let herself crumble in Lara’s arms.

It was what Bo needed, even if Lara had to struggle to keep herself calm. It was never easy to see someone you loved sobbing, to see them broken and their emotions laid bare. It was all she could do to hold her and let her have this outlet. She didn't tell Bo to shush, merely pulled her close and held her with strong arms so she could be Bo's hero instead of Bo having to bear all that weight.

The weight wasn’t easy for her to handle, and it had only gotten worse the more she’d dreamt. But Bo hadn’t had anyone take it off of her. Perhaps part of it was because she didn’t let anyone take the burden from her. But here and now? She definitely needed someone to take the weight off of her shoulders, to let her break and cry it out.

It was a good several minutes of sobbing and just letting it out. She felt safe in Lara’s arms, always had, so her body relaxed into the embrace. But eventually, the crying subsided and now her hunger rose, her need to replenish herself. Her eyes had already turned blue when she lifted her head.

“That did it. Though if you want a soft surface, I suggest we hightail it to the bedroom.”

Lara didn’t hesitate. She cupped Bo’s face and kissed her hard. She was too worried about Bo to want to delay any further, and there was an emotional component for herself, too. A kind of need, a way to offer herself for whatever Bo needed.

The kitchen it was, then. Bo returned the kiss hard and deep, adding an intense fire and emotional component into it. Because make no mistake, even though Bo needed the chi and the sex for survival, there was an intense emotional component to this. She needed Lara, and she wanted to speak to her on the physical level. Her hands slid along Lara’s back, pulling her closer against her.

After several moments, Bo took a hit of chi, letting Lara’s taste fill her and revitalize her a little. The instant she’d finished taking the hit, she kissed her again, deep, hard and full of emotion.

“I love you,” Lara rasped, just before she was pulled against Bo. She groaned into the kiss, and then groaned again at the hit of chi. She’d barely adjusted to that before Bo was kissing her again.

It nearly made her cry. She tangled her fingers into Bo’s hair, letting the emotions of the moment sweep her away.

It was intense, that was the best way to describe this. Bo was some mix of the primal succubus that she was and the emotional lover that she was to Lara. She let her actions and kiss tell Lara she loved her. Her hands slipped under Lara’s shirt, fingers brushing against her skin before she pulled her shirt off in one smooth motion.

The way Bo kissed her was the switch Lara needed. She pushed Bo’s shirt up, splaying her fingers along her stomach and over her breasts. She might have even growled. Just a little.

There was a return noise that was somewhere between a growl and groan as she felt Lara’s hands on her skin. She shifted Lara onto her lap, pulling her hips close with one hand as the other slid up to caress one of her breasts. Bo took another hit of chi. This would be one of the times where she’d spread the chi hits out over a period of time while also feeding off of the sexual energy being generated between them.

Lara preferred it that way, though her version of kinky sex was sometimes letting Bo drag on a nice, long hit. She didn’t want that tonight. She wanted to last, and to drag it out as long as possible. She wanted Bo to whimper and whine and she wanted to see stars.

“Oh god…” Why did she ever let it go on so long without this?

Bo trailed her mouth down Lara’s neck, licking and sucking along the skin there, also nipping at the skin now and then. She slid her palms along Lara’s back, caressing it, fingers brushing along the scars.

“Lara,” she murmured, breath hot against Lara’s skin. God, she loved this, loved touching Lara and being so close to her.

“This is a crazy idea,” Lara murmured. “But we should get married.”

She grinned against Bo, her fingers digging into skin and her body writhing against her.

“Mm I’d love to marry you,” she murmured against Lara’s throat. She dragged her tongue up Lara’s throat, groaning at the feeling of the fingers digging into her. Her fingers trailed over scars as she shifted her hands around to Lara’s stomach, fingers splayed over the skin.

“We could...oh..” Lara’s head flopped back and she groaned loudly. Between Bo’s tongue and the fingers on her scars, she forgot how to English. The only word that came to mind was Bo’s name, so she moaned it like a plea.

A smile crossed her face and Bo trailed her tongue back down Lara’s neck, then she worked at a leaving a hickey. She trailed a finger around the rebar scar. Bo wrapped one arm around Lara’s lower back and held her close. She then trailed her other hand up to cup one of her wife’s breasts.

Lara moaned, whimpering. She started to writhe, her hands faltering as she tried to touch Bo back. Really, she should be the one making Bo squirm but Bo had turned that around on her and she couldn’t focus on anything but the hands on her skin.

She didn’t mind taking the initiative. Part of it was her desire to ramp up the sexual energy, and part of it was the succubus taking control. Bo didn’t mind it when Lara took control and was the dominant one, but sometimes when Bo needed chi, she just barreled in and took control regardless of anything else.

She caressed Lara’s breasts, rubbing her thumb over her nipple. Leaving the hickey behind, Bo’s mouth trailed down Lara’s neck. She trailed her tongue along Lara’s collarbone.

Lara could best be described as a switch, though if she were with someone less dominating she’d probably be the dominant one a lot more often. With Bo, though, she didn’t mind losing control, and she enjoyed the freedom it gave it. It was also really kind of hot to have a succubus come onto her like this. It made her feel like she was actually sexy.

“God….” She shivered, her hips jerking a little as Bo’s actions gave her a quick little orgasm. It was going to be one of those nights then, she thought. It was a good thing they were in the kitchen, she was going to need the energy.

Bo tended to be dominant, or at least she had been during her days of no-strings-attached liaisons. After she and Lara had started dating, Bo didn’t mind when Lara took control. It was hot, and she did like playing both roles. And she definitely believed Lara was sexy and enjoyed making her feel sexy.

At the jerking of Lara’s hips, Bo smiled against the skin of her chest just below her collarbone. Oh yes, it was definitely going to be one of those nights. “I love you,” she murmured before her mouth trailed its way down to one of Lara’s breasts, tongue tracing around her nipple. Her hand squeezed Lara’s other breast as her other arm kept Lara pulled close. She definitely loved that she hadn’t even moved a hand between Lara’s legs yet and she already was getting this kind of reaction out of her.

“Love…” Lara squeezed her eyes shut, the word fading into a low, wanton moan. Her fingers tangled in Bo’s hair and she held her face against her breast. A few tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. Her other hand roamed down Bo’s back, and she dragged what little nails she had down it.

Bo groaned, back arching as Lara dragged her nails down it. She lightly nipped at Lara’s nipple before she sucked at it. Her other hand squeezed Lara’s breast before it trailed its way down her stomach. When her hand reached Lara’s pants, she undid them and slid her hand inside of them and inside of her panties. She slid a finger along her clit. Her eyes turned back to blue, a more gutteral groan coming from her then.

Lara’s fingers tightened in Bo’s hair, and she urged her to be harder and rougher. The teeth sent a jolt through her body and she just about begged Bo to do that again, but the sound was lost in Bo’s mouth. Her toes started to curl a little and Lara spread her legs for Bo. She felt suddenly so lewd, but the feral groan coming from Bo just about finished her again.

The fingers in her hair urged her on and she rubbed Lara’s clit, lifting her mouth and kissing Lara a bit rougher than before. She drew another hit of chi out of Lara at the same time she slid a finger inside of her. After taking the hit, she trailed her mouth down to Lara’s other nipple, lightly biting at it. The fingers of her hand on the small of Lara’s back dug into it a bit.

She rocked her hips down into Bo's hand, whining loudly into her mouth at the chi hit, and then tilting her head back and crying Bo's name when she went for her other nipple. It was overwhelming, the best kind of overwhelming and she gave up any pretense of trying to touch Bo back so she could ride it all out.

Bo gave another half-growl at Lara’s reaction. She slid her finger in and out of Lara while her thumb rubbed against her clit. She bit at Lara’s nipple again, then trailed nips along Lara’s skin. She pressed her short nails into Lara’s back. She practically growled out Lara’s name, urging her on. She also had thoughts of suddenly changing positions, setting Lara on the table (or the counter) and shoving her head between her legs.

She wanted Bo to go harder, to mark her and use her and claim her. She tugged at her hair and ground her hips and if it was possible to telepathically beg for Bo to do what she was thinking she'd have begged for it. As it was, she was starting to lose count of all her little orgasms, a bigger one beginning to build.

And yet she still couldn’t make herself say the filthy things she wanted to say to her wife. It was kind of adorable.

Groaning at the tug of her hair, Bo took her cues from how Lara’s body was reacting to her. After a couple more moments, she stopped and pulled her hand out of Lara’s pants. In a smooth motion, Bo got up, picking Lara up and she set her down on the table. She leaned in and bit Lara’s neck as she tugged off her pants and underwear. Bo then dropped to her knees and buried her face between Lara’s legs. She slipped two fingers inside of her and she used her teeth against Lara’s clit. Her other hand slid up to grope one of her wife’s breasts.

A distressed noise came out of Lara’s mouth, but before she could ask why Bo had stopped, she was on the table. She tilted her head back, moaning Bo’s name. Bo was so smooth with the removal of Lara’s clothing that she didn’t realize what she was doing until Bo was between her legs. She blushed, and gasped, “Oh god… do that again. More teeth!”

Lara dug hard into Bo’s scalp, like she was trying to suffocate her. Or potentially snap her neck with her muscular thighs.

Bo’s eyes gazed up at her wife’s face, eyes still blue, and she watched as she used her teeth again. Knowing how sensitive the area was, she wasn’t biting too hard. But she was biting enough to satisfy her wife’s demands. She growled a bit, her fingers moving faster and harder in and out of Lara. She wanted to drive her up to the edge and then throw her off of it.

That did it exactly what Bo hoped. The spring coiled ever tighter, until it snapped. Lara's tightened her legs around Bo's head, bucking her hips and arching her back as a wave of sexual energy ripped through her. Bo's fingers pulled her back and then pushed over over the edge once more as stars danced in her vision.

Bo kept her fingers and teeth going as Lara rode out her orgasm. She loved watching her wife come undone, and it only turned her on that much more. A little shiver ran through her, and once Lara’s orgasm finished, she eased her fingers out of her and she flicked her tongue against her clit before Bo trailed that tongue all the way back up Lara’s body. She wrapped her arms around her back and pulled her flush against her and she kissed her deeply, passionately and hungrily.

Lara’s arms flopped on the table, a delirious moan echoing around the kitchen. She was going to say something, giggling instead and then wrapping her arms around Bo to hold her close. She returned the kiss with equal hunger and passion, all but trying to force Bo to take her chi. One day, she might end up losing herself in the moment and actually get hurt.

Bo did take another hit of chi, holding Lara close against her. She felt strength returning, and she trailed her hands along Lara’s back. “You are amazing,” she murmured before she lightly bit and tugged at Lara’s lower lip.

Laughing, Lara tried to kiss her, only to fail because of the biting. “Are you kidding me? You’re the amazing one...I don’t know what happened, I had every intention of...and then…” She waved her hand. “I think you’ve killed me.”

“It’s just my succubus charm,” Bo quipped with a smile. She leaned in and kissed Lara heatedly. She pulled Lara’s hips close against hers and slid her hands along her thighs. When her hands reached Lara’s knees, she trailed them back up and over the curve of her hips.

“Yes,” Lara breathed, stroking her fingers into Bo’s hair. She made a questioning sound into Bo’s mouth, her legs and hips squirming into Bo’s grip. She wasn’t sure she could actually handle a second round, but she was totally willing to try.

Smiling, Bo rubbed her nose against Lara’s. “Do you need a breather?” She asked, sliding her hands back up along Laa’s back. She was perfectly content to just hold Lara and caress her like this for a while with an occasional hit of chi.

“Yes,” Lara said, reluctantly. She groaned, snuggling into her. That was about all she had the energy for, even if she was still a little turned on and needy. She started to try to move her hands between Bo’s legs, only to run out of energy halfway there.

“Do you need an energy bar or something?” Bo pressed a kiss to Lara’s cheek. She would grab something for Lara if need be. And potentially relocate them somewhere a little more comfortable.

“If you want my mouth between your legs, I’m going to need dinner before dessert.” Lara laughed tiredly. Bo was such a good influence on her.

“Dinner can be arranged.” Bo was no where near fully charged yet, but she wasn’t so in the danger zone anymore. She could hold off and let Lara rejuvenate herself. “What are you in the mood for? Or shall I just order from the first thing I find on my phone?” Her phone was in the other room, but she’d take Lara with her to maintain the contact between them.

"Good," Lara didn't want Bo to go unfed, but she needed some time to replenish her energy. Idly, she wondered if that was what it was like for a vampire's lover. not the first time she'd thought about that.

"I'm in the mood for you. Surprise me."

“Surprise it is,” Bo said with a smile. Hooking her hands under Lara’s thighs, she picked her up and carried her off to her office where she’d left her phone. She set Lara down on her desk while she reached for her phone, picking something and ordering from it. She then set her phone down and turned her attention back to her wife.

“Dinner is on it’s way.”

Lara flopped on the desk. This was a good place to regen some energy and then return the favor. She was really looking forward to returning the favor, and gave Bo a sultry, half-lidded look. "I love you."

Bo gazed at Lara as she flopped on the desk. She was so gorgeous, and sometimes Bo could scarcely believe that this woman was her wife. And if Lara kept giving her that look, Bo might have her dessert before dinner. For a second time. It sent a wave of desire through her. “I love you, too.”

She wanted her. Bo had a way of sparking Lara’s libido but today was something else entirely. She managed to sit up, caressing Bo’s face and kissing her. “I love you.”

Lara kissed her again, then kissed her throat, and her shoulder. She kissed her chest and ran her fingers across both nipples. Later, she’d have the energy to give Bo what she’d been given. Right now, she could do this. Gentle. Loving. And she thought Bo needed this more right now.

“I love you,” She repeated.

She returned the two kisses, then tilted her head back as Lara kissed her throat, shoulder and chest. She groaned softly at the touch to her nipples and she slid her hands up along Lara’s back. Her wife was correct, Bo did need this. After the complete shitstorm of her dreams, she needed something good. She needed to be reminded things weren’t shit here.

Bo and Kenzi had talked things through, so that was good. And now Bo needed Lara, needed to be reminded that she was loved.

“I love you, too,” she responded, arching into Lara’s touch.

Smiling against Bo’s throat, Lara continued to kiss and bite, moaning softly as her lips reached Bo’s right breast. She nuzzled it, then flicked her tongue around the skin, teasing right up to the nipple and then away again. Her fingers continued to play with the other one, and after several more teasing flicks of her tongue finally closed her mouth around the nipple.

Every inch of Bo was delicious.

A little shiver ran through her as Lara’s mouth trailed down to her breast. She moaned, closing her eyes at the teasing. Bo threaded the fingers of one hand into Lara’s hair, holding her head close to her breast. “Oh god,” she sighed, loving the feel of Lara’s mouth and hands on her.

"No god, only me," Lara murmured. She laughed against Bo's skin, then moved her mouth to the other breast. With her eyes closed, she hummed, flicking her tongue and playing with Bo's nipples as she did so. She was content to do this, thought she moaned just a little at the hand on her head.

Bo had to chuckle a bit. She moaned at the feeling of what Lara’s tongue was doing. It turned her on even more, though she also craved this kind of touch. She pressed into Lara’s touch more, her fingers twisting in her hair. “Lara,” she groaned out. She pulled her close, needing the contact between them.

“Mmm.” Lara shook her head, shifting closer to Bo and rubbing her hands down her sides. She stroked Bo’s hips, gently using her teeth on her nipple and ever so languidly trailing her fingers along Bo’s sides. Her eyes flicked up to Bo’s face. “I love you.”

Another shiver ran through her at the feel of Lara’s fingers on her skin. She loved the way Lara was touching her, and it dredged up some emotions within her, especially as Lara said those words again. Bo looked at her, some tears welling up in her eyes. They were good tears, though. The kind that tended to come when emotions were running high when they were reconnecting with each other like this. She brushed the fingers of her free hand against Lara’s cheek. “I need you.” And not for the first time, Bo meant it in more than one way.

The words were something that Lara feared could lose meaning if said too often. But she couldn't help it. She loved Bo, and she wanted Bo to know it, to hear the words and know that Lara was there for her and she'd do anything for her.

She left a trail of warm kisses and tears down Bo's stomach, gently pushing one leg to the side and stroking her fingers along the sensitive skin where hip met waist. She looked back up at at her, and smiled tearfully.

Anything said too often ran the risk of losing its meaning. But Bo would never tire of hearing Lara say she loved her. Especially at times like these when dreams had been absolutely horrible of late. Bo would definitely do the same for Lara if she started dreaming again and had terrible things happen to her.

Bo groaned as Lara’s mouth moved down her body. The muscle under Lara’s fingers quivered at the touch. She gazed back down at Lara, seeing the tears in her eyes. She rolled her hips in encouragement and need.

“I love you,” Lara mouthed, then lowered her head. She nipped and bit at her thigh, then stopped near the tendon to Bo’s pelvis, and bit hard enough to leave a mark. She sucked there, fully intent on leaving a secret hickie. And a big one at that.

The bite sent an electric shock through her body and she cried out. Bo tugged at Lara’s hair a bit in reflex. “Oh fuck,” she muttered, then she moaned as Lara started to leave a hickie there. Which was very intensely hot, and Bo loved it.

Suppressing something not unlike a giggle, Lara traced her lips back to Bo's stomach, then kissed her belly button. Then a little lower, and a little lower, until she inhaled Bo's scent and almost too gently nuzzled her face between Bo's legs and licked long and slow.

Bo shivered, the muscles of her stomach quivering under Lara’s lips. Though as her mouth trailed ever lower, Bo moaned in anticipation. She gripped Lara’s hair tightly in her hand and she groaned loudly as she felt Lara’s tongue on her. God she loved this, and she loved the way Lara got her motor running.

The anticipatory moan was almost better than the followup. Lara had had a lot of practice since she’d started seeing Bo, and she knew every sensitive centimeter of her wife’s body. She also knew where to lick her tongue and rub her lips and press her fingers to tease her wife, and she continued to do so slowly and gently, trying to draw the pleasure out, like pulling a bow string taut.

They both had learned each other’s bodies very well by now, which was something that Bo thoroughly enjoyed. Even if there were times the teasing drove her crazy, she was more than enjoying it now, certainly not minding how Lara was drawing it out. She moaned, eyes closing and her head tilting back as she enjoyed how her wife teased her and pulled that bowstring ever tighter. Her hips rolled into Lara’s touch.

Lara sometimes worried Bo would want something different, someone new. But mornings like this she didn't feel that way. She knew she could be enough for Bo, and even if Bo needed other things, they had solutions for that - and the best part of that kind of toy was being able to hold Bo while they made love.

Putting that thought away for later, Lara moaned into Bo's flesh, moving her head and rolling her tongue against Bo's clit and hooking a finger inside of her.

It was sometimes almost strange just how strange Bo actually was. She was a succubus, a fae who thrived on sex, but Bo was definitely not the kinky sort. While she enjoyed using toys now and then, and even some roleplay and other such things, Bo far preferred these sorts of situations, of making love and taking time to make the other feel it. Lara had caught Bo hook, line and sinker, and Lara was all she needed and wanted.

“Oh fuck, Lara,” she moaned out, her hips rolling again. Her fingers wound themselves tighter in Lara’s hair and held her head close between her legs.

Groaning more loudly, Lara gave up trying to be teasing and gentle and tried to devour her wife. Lara wanted to make that bowstring snap, and she thought she knew how to help her over the edge. Still moving her fingers, Lara lifted her head and whispered, in that delightful accent of hers, “Come for me.”

Bo let out a loud moan when Lara started to devour her. Her back arched and her hips bucked a little. That bowstring was drawn ever tighter. Though she definitely lost it when Lara spoke those words in that accent. The bowstring snapped and Bo let out a louder moan as she orgasmed. It was an intense orgasm at that and she held onto Lara’s hair tightly.

“Fuck…” Lara groaned into Bo, her eyes fluttering as a little sympathy orgasm ran through her. “Bo...I love you. I love you so much.” She tried to draw more tremors out of Bo, before she stretched her jaw and slithered up Bo’s body.

Lara succeeded in drawing a few more tremors out of Bo. She groaned and shuddered a little, releasing her grip on Lara’s hair when she slithered up her body. “I love you, too, babe,” she said in a breathless voice as she wrapped her arms around Lara and held her close.

Laughing, Lara snuggled into Bo’s body. She kissed her, trying to trigger one more hit - anything more than that and Lara was pretty sure she was going to sleep for a week. “Feeling better?”

Bo returned the kiss, taking another hit off of Lara. She definitely felt more rejuvenated, feeling better than she had before. “Much better, thanks to you.” She smiled, snuggling Lara close.

“There should be an app,” Lara yawned. “Forgetting to feed? Succubus life sucking? Keep track with this handy smart phone app.”

Bo chuckled at that, stroking Lara’s hair. “Someone could make a fortune off of that.” That is, if Bo wasn’t the only succubus in Orange County. But it was still an idea!

“I’ll get… right on it.” Lara ducked her head, tucking it under Bo’s shoulder and making an embarrassingly cute, contented sound.

A broad grin crossed Bo’s face as she held her wife close, stroking her hair and her back. “You are so adorable,” she murmured, very content for the time being.

“M’not.” And with that objection, Lara started to drift off, clinging to Bo like she was the single most important person in the world to her.

“Are too,” she countered before kissing the top of Lara’s head and hugging her close. The only thing that would make Bo extract herself from her wife was when their dinner would show up.