Lost Girl - Possess Her - R (Lauren/Bo)
Title: Possess Her
Author: dreamincolor
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Lauren/Bo
Genre: Smut/Romance
Rating: Hard R
Summary Lauren wants Bo's touch, but her own will have to do.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Beta'd by: the lovely wehavedental.
A/N: Written for evanevieve at the Lost Girl Prompt Meme. Set after 1x08 Vexed.
Lauren lay stretched out on her bedspread, hair still damp from the shower and a towel loose around her hips.
Over the years her streak of celibacy had become comfortable, forgivable. Her libido had settled into a gentle sleep, kept at bay by long work hours and too little rest, and she rarely thought of any orgasm that didn’t involve her own hand and a long bath. Lauren didn’t have time for involvement, a need for involvement, and she certainly hadn’t seen any reason to go looking for it.
Then she met Bo.
Lauren’s body reacted powerfully to the memory, thighs shifting together and her mouth taking in a long breath of night air. Her mind’s eye swam with the sight of the succubus undressed on her examination table; dark hair and darker eyes, and a soft body that brought something to life deep in her chest that she had thought long dead, that Cheshire cat grin exuding sexual confidence like an aura. Lauren had scarcely been able to keep her eyes - or her hands - to herself; and the truth had fallen from her lips like a benediction.
"My God you’re beautiful."
Bo had laughed, gently, and Lauren had smiled tightly and turned away to pull herself together. She was a professional, and professionals did not hit on their patients during a physical, professionals did not feel themselves getting bothered at the mere sight of someone, and professionals absolutely did not find themselves in bed with their patients several months later.
But Lauren had done all of those things, and wasn’t that just what Bo did to her, through and through? Professionalism and inhibitions, out the window. Sex drive, off the charts.
Since their night together Lauren had been like a horny teenager. It was embarrassing, maddening and completely unfair; especially since Bo was no longer talking to her. Lauren was wound up tighter than a nymph in overdrive and if the way Dyson looked at Bo was any indication, the succubus wasn’t exactly sharing in her return to celibacy.
She was sorry that she’d hurt Bo’s feelings, but she was not sorry that she tried to save her life - and she was definitely not sorry that she slept with her.
Not sorry at all.
Lauren's hands slid down her stomach, over her hips, and between her thighs. Her skin prickled at the memory and her fingertips moved to trail lightly in a tease.
Lauren had neat doctor’s nails and long piano fingers, with the skill and precision to make flawless incisions or employ nearly perfect stitches. They were quick and practiced and familiar with her body so they knew exactly how to touch and exactly what she needed to come undone.
But Lauren didn’t want her hands, she wanted Bo’s.
She traded gentle, practiced circles for something hungrier, slick fingers gliding and exploring like they’d never felt her before, and let her other hand wander her legs-stomach-breasts in a way she never did, fingertips cold from the night air. She pictured Bo’s confident smile and imagined her weight pressing down on her, getting lost in a swelling of smooth skin and dark eyes, and the warm, insistent touches that the succubus had covered her in, exploring her from head to toe.
Lauren twisted against the pillows, remembering a hot mouth at her throat and the gentle scrape of teeth. Bo had been tender and restrained, more than a little careful, but even still seeing that bit of blue creeping in at the edge of brown eyes was a reminder that Lauren was in bed with an incredibly dangerous predator.
An incredible, insatiable, dangerous sex machine who made her throb and ache in all the right places and brought her name from Lauren’s lips like a prayer.
“God, Bo.”
It left Lauren in a whisper, one that felt more than a little foolish but also profoundly right. She wanted that woman’s name on her tongue and Bo’s hand between her thighs and if she couldn’t have both then she’d just settle for one, and fall into a carefully played out memory.
"Nobody owns you."
Two slender fingers slipped gently inside, dipping in and sliding deep, stroking and curling within her, and she was caught off guard at how wet she’d gotten. Then again that wasn’t surprising at all, not when she was remembering the weight of Bo’s breasts in her hands and the feel of the other woman’s skin and that perfect little sound low in Bo’s throat when Lauren first touched her, first thrust into her, and God.
Her fingers circled, curled and thrust in practiced coordination, and that was it. The ceiling went out of focus and her hips started to buck and everything was sensation and the memory of Bo’s lips at her ear, whispering for her to come, and she was - hard and desperate and tight around her own fingers.
She always would, even if it was only Bo’s memory who asked.
Because Bo, she realized as she started to come down and the last spasm moved through her, Lauren’s thighs sticky and her fingers wet and her breath a shuddery gasp, hadn’t been entirely right. Someone did possess her, did own her.
It just wasn’t the Ash.
Full prompt was: "Bo had reawakened her repressed libido, and now with no one to help relieve her sexual desires, Lauren takes matters into her own hands, literally." I hope this is close to what you wanted!