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scurvyknaveryTitle: Come Stand a Little Bit Closer
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1610
Summary: That first night, Lauren sleeps on the couch. Spoilers for episode 2.05
Notes: Thanks tosos10 and deej for beta-reading. Title quoted from Savage Garden's "I Want You." Crossposted to lostgirl_ff and bo_lauren
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction - all events and actions are completely made up. Absolutely nothing in this story should be taken as fact. I am not, nor do I claim to be, the owner of the rights to any of the characters in this work. This original work of fan fiction is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License; attribution should include a link to this Livejournal post.
That first night, despite Bo's insistence, Lauren sleeps on the couch.
Bo spends the night alone in her own bed, where she tosses and turns for hours, trying not to think about the fact that Lauren's right downstairs, in those thin cotton pyjamas and that little white shirt. It becomes a mantra, turning over inside her head as she tries to sleep: don't think about Lauren, don't think about Lauren. She can't seem to help herself, though. All night, Bo's thoughts are filled with her; the way she smelled, the curve of her backside, and the sexual energy radiating from her in waves, just waiting to be devoured.
When Bo finally does sleep, Lauren's there in her dreams, seductive and surprisingly flexible, doing everything Bo's ever wanted.
She wakes up early, exhausted and so ravenous that it takes two cold showers before she feels normal enough to face the world. It's not her proudest moment. But she handles it, holding back, even though she wants to go downstairs and wake Lauren, to kiss her and run hands along the length of her until she moans.
Lauren needs a place to stay, and she came to Bo, so Bo is going to be an adult who lets her sleep on the couch by herself, if that's what she wants.
Bo's self-control lasts about as long as that first night. But then, so does Lauren's.
The next evening, Kenzi disappears early and tells them both that she'll be back late, leaving Bo and Lauren alone together on the couch. From somewhere, Lauren's managed to produce an enormous textbook, several inches thick and filled with small text and incomprehensible diagrams. She flips through it, brow furrowed in concentration, as Bo watches television beside her and tries not to stare.
It feels calm, almost domestic, and it would be relaxing if the person next to her weren't Lauren, sexual energy pulsing around her like an aura. Occasionally, she bites her lower lip, brow furrowing as she reads a particularly difficult passage. It's distracting Bo so badly that she doesn't even remember what show she's watching.
Every so often, she'll look up at Bo and give her this look, longing and a little sad. Bo can hardly stand it. She wants to say things lifted straight from bad porn, like why don't I help you relax? and it gets cold at night, why don't I keep you warm, and a dozen other phrases that are the opposite of appropriate. Being a good host, taking care of Lauren, is a lot more challenging than she expected. She needs to leave and clear her head, before her self-control gets any more tenuous.
"So," she says, startling Lauren away from her reading. "I should probably get to bed."
Lauren hums something that might be agreement. Her fingertip drags along the corner of her book, up one side and across the other; another distraction. Bo forces herself not to stare. "I guess I should, too. It's getting pretty late."
"Are you sure you don't want to take my bed tonight?" Bo asks. She doesn't miss the way Lauren smiles at the word bed.
"Really, I'm fine here. I don't want to inconvenience you."
"Oh, come on," she says, trying a different tactic. "I know what this couch has been through. It cannot be fun to sleep on."
That, at least, pulls a chuckle from Lauren, but she shakes her head. "Trust me." She reaches out and covers Bo's hand with her own. "I've had worse."
Lauren's palm is soft against Bo's skin, and, unbidden, a thousand and one inappropriate thoughts flood Bo's mind. She shakes her head, trying to remember why she should maintain a respectful distance instead of devouring Lauren's chi. "If you insist," Bo says, softly.
"I do," Lauren says.
"Okay, then. Goodnight."
Lauren's still holding her hand, gently, and she runs her thumb across Bo's skin, caressing the space between her thumb and first finger. "Goodnight."
Every succubus instinct Bo has is telling her to move closer, to grab Lauren by the shoulders and kiss her until she's shuddering and open, entirely Bo's. She doesn't.
Instead, she thinks about how scared Lauren looked, when she first appeared in Bo's living room. She thinks about how much stress she's been under, with this new Ash in place. She doesn't want to take advantage of that, or worse, make Lauren feel like she has to do anything just to stay.
Lauren draws her hand away, and Bo lets her, watching as Lauren laces her fingers together on top of her book. "Goodnight," Bo says again, dumbly, as she finally stands.
Before she turns away, she sees Lauren duck her head, hair falling forward to hide a smile.
Going to bed is useless, but Bo does it anyway, closing her eyes and hoping for sleep that she knows won't come.
Her mantra from the night before is even less useful, and before long she finds herself thinking only, Lauren. She keeps picturing her, downstairs, alone and fragile on Bo's crappy, uncomfortable couch. She keeps fretting, like she's responsible for Lauren - wondering if she's sleeping well enough, or if it's cold at night, until she's sick of thinking altogether.
It's not long before Bo is sighing and getting up, pulling on her robe. She's halfway to the staircase, ready to go downstairs and do - something, she doesn't know what - when she realizes that she's not alone. Lauren's standing on the top step.
Bo stops, surprised. "Lauren. Is everything okay?"
"Um," Lauren says, dumbly, eyes wide. She looks stunned, like Bo's caught her in the middle of something. For a moment their words hang in the air as they watch each other, frozen.
Lauren recovers quickly, though, shaking her head and flashing that self-deprecating smile, the one that usually comes before an avalanche of science-speak Bo barely understands. "You know what? I really should just go. It's nice of you to let me stay, but I shouldn't even have put this on you in the first place, I -"
She stops talking at Bo's hand on her elbow, gentle pressure coaxing her close. She half-stumbles forward, and suddenly her feet are between Bo's and they're front-to-front, her chest soft against Bo's own. "Hey," Bo whispers. This close, all she can think about is how beautiful Lauren is, in the dim light of the hallway. She's trying, so hard, to keep things together, but when she speaks her voice is shaking with pent-up desire that she's sure Lauren can hear. "It's fine. Come here."
She lifts her arms slowly, worried that Lauren might bolt, and rests them against her back in a loose hug. She waits for Lauren to move.
When she does, it's to wrap her arms around Bo's waist, hugging her tighter. Her nose rubs against the V of bare skin at the top of Bo's robe, and Bo feels goosebumps flare across her whole chest. "Thank you," she whispers against the skin there, breath warm.
Bo traces shapes against Lauren's back in reply, rubbing circles until Lauren can look up again, and stand alone. The expression on her face is frightened in a way that makes Bo's heart ache. Lauren's been a lot of things, but she's never seemed this small and unsure before.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep in my bed?" she asks.
Lauren smiles, tiredly. "Maybe just for tonight."
They walk back to Bo's room together, and Bo's hand rests on Lauren's shoulder until they reach the doorway.
Once she's there, she hangs back a little, watching as Lauren climbs in under the covers and settles on the untouched side of the bed. She doesn't want to presume. "Sleep well," she says, arms crossed around her middle.
Lauren looks up, surprised. "You could stay," she says, too quickly. "If you want. That couch is pretty horrible."
Bo's smile is wide with relief. "Okay."
She slides in next to Lauren, letting herself get used to the way that the bed gets smaller with two. Her knees bump against the backs of Lauren's, and instinctively she moves closer, fitting their legs together and pressing her chest to Lauren's back. There's nowhere to put her arm except around Lauren's waist. She slides her palm across Lauren's abdomen, feeling the flat plane of her belly and the way her whole body shivers at her touch. "Is this okay?" she whispers, mouth tickling Lauren's nape.
Lauren's hands are shaky as she laces her fingers between Bo's, and moves her arm up, toward her chest. Bo doesn't quite realize what she's doing until she feels the softness of Lauren's lips against her knuckles. "Yeah," she whispers. "I really like this."
Her breath is hot against Bo's skin, and for a moment, all Bo can think about is Lauren's mouth, and Lauren's hands, and every indecent thing she's ever wished for. It's a long, shaky breath in and out before Bo feels like she's in control of her instincts again. "Good."
Despite the fact that Lauren this near makes Bo almost giddy with arousal, she keeps still, waiting. Every part of her is aching to do more, to roll Lauren over and touch her, everywhere, pushing that fear away with fingers and mouth and rolling hips. But that nervousness in Lauren's eyes, the way she seems like she's been looking over her shoulder lately, means that it's Lauren's move to make. For once, Bo is willing to be patient.
So she listens, waiting. It's not long before Lauren's breathing slows, and her grip on Bo's hand grows slack with sleep.
Bo still doesn't fall asleep for hours. But curled around Lauren, she doesn't mind it quite so much.
Fandom: Lost Girl
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1610
Summary: That first night, Lauren sleeps on the couch. Spoilers for episode 2.05
Notes: Thanks to
sos10 and deej for beta-reading. Title quoted from Savage Garden's "I Want You." Crossposted to lostgirl_ff and bo_laurenDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction - all events and actions are completely made up. Absolutely nothing in this story should be taken as fact. I am not, nor do I claim to be, the owner of the rights to any of the characters in this work. This original work of fan fiction is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License; attribution should include a link to this Livejournal post.
That first night, despite Bo's insistence, Lauren sleeps on the couch.
Bo spends the night alone in her own bed, where she tosses and turns for hours, trying not to think about the fact that Lauren's right downstairs, in those thin cotton pyjamas and that little white shirt. It becomes a mantra, turning over inside her head as she tries to sleep: don't think about Lauren, don't think about Lauren. She can't seem to help herself, though. All night, Bo's thoughts are filled with her; the way she smelled, the curve of her backside, and the sexual energy radiating from her in waves, just waiting to be devoured.
When Bo finally does sleep, Lauren's there in her dreams, seductive and surprisingly flexible, doing everything Bo's ever wanted.
She wakes up early, exhausted and so ravenous that it takes two cold showers before she feels normal enough to face the world. It's not her proudest moment. But she handles it, holding back, even though she wants to go downstairs and wake Lauren, to kiss her and run hands along the length of her until she moans.
Lauren needs a place to stay, and she came to Bo, so Bo is going to be an adult who lets her sleep on the couch by herself, if that's what she wants.
Bo's self-control lasts about as long as that first night. But then, so does Lauren's.
The next evening, Kenzi disappears early and tells them both that she'll be back late, leaving Bo and Lauren alone together on the couch. From somewhere, Lauren's managed to produce an enormous textbook, several inches thick and filled with small text and incomprehensible diagrams. She flips through it, brow furrowed in concentration, as Bo watches television beside her and tries not to stare.
It feels calm, almost domestic, and it would be relaxing if the person next to her weren't Lauren, sexual energy pulsing around her like an aura. Occasionally, she bites her lower lip, brow furrowing as she reads a particularly difficult passage. It's distracting Bo so badly that she doesn't even remember what show she's watching.
Every so often, she'll look up at Bo and give her this look, longing and a little sad. Bo can hardly stand it. She wants to say things lifted straight from bad porn, like why don't I help you relax? and it gets cold at night, why don't I keep you warm, and a dozen other phrases that are the opposite of appropriate. Being a good host, taking care of Lauren, is a lot more challenging than she expected. She needs to leave and clear her head, before her self-control gets any more tenuous.
"So," she says, startling Lauren away from her reading. "I should probably get to bed."
Lauren hums something that might be agreement. Her fingertip drags along the corner of her book, up one side and across the other; another distraction. Bo forces herself not to stare. "I guess I should, too. It's getting pretty late."
"Are you sure you don't want to take my bed tonight?" Bo asks. She doesn't miss the way Lauren smiles at the word bed.
"Really, I'm fine here. I don't want to inconvenience you."
"Oh, come on," she says, trying a different tactic. "I know what this couch has been through. It cannot be fun to sleep on."
That, at least, pulls a chuckle from Lauren, but she shakes her head. "Trust me." She reaches out and covers Bo's hand with her own. "I've had worse."
Lauren's palm is soft against Bo's skin, and, unbidden, a thousand and one inappropriate thoughts flood Bo's mind. She shakes her head, trying to remember why she should maintain a respectful distance instead of devouring Lauren's chi. "If you insist," Bo says, softly.
"I do," Lauren says.
"Okay, then. Goodnight."
Lauren's still holding her hand, gently, and she runs her thumb across Bo's skin, caressing the space between her thumb and first finger. "Goodnight."
Every succubus instinct Bo has is telling her to move closer, to grab Lauren by the shoulders and kiss her until she's shuddering and open, entirely Bo's. She doesn't.
Instead, she thinks about how scared Lauren looked, when she first appeared in Bo's living room. She thinks about how much stress she's been under, with this new Ash in place. She doesn't want to take advantage of that, or worse, make Lauren feel like she has to do anything just to stay.
Lauren draws her hand away, and Bo lets her, watching as Lauren laces her fingers together on top of her book. "Goodnight," Bo says again, dumbly, as she finally stands.
Before she turns away, she sees Lauren duck her head, hair falling forward to hide a smile.
Going to bed is useless, but Bo does it anyway, closing her eyes and hoping for sleep that she knows won't come.
Her mantra from the night before is even less useful, and before long she finds herself thinking only, Lauren. She keeps picturing her, downstairs, alone and fragile on Bo's crappy, uncomfortable couch. She keeps fretting, like she's responsible for Lauren - wondering if she's sleeping well enough, or if it's cold at night, until she's sick of thinking altogether.
It's not long before Bo is sighing and getting up, pulling on her robe. She's halfway to the staircase, ready to go downstairs and do - something, she doesn't know what - when she realizes that she's not alone. Lauren's standing on the top step.
Bo stops, surprised. "Lauren. Is everything okay?"
"Um," Lauren says, dumbly, eyes wide. She looks stunned, like Bo's caught her in the middle of something. For a moment their words hang in the air as they watch each other, frozen.
Lauren recovers quickly, though, shaking her head and flashing that self-deprecating smile, the one that usually comes before an avalanche of science-speak Bo barely understands. "You know what? I really should just go. It's nice of you to let me stay, but I shouldn't even have put this on you in the first place, I -"
She stops talking at Bo's hand on her elbow, gentle pressure coaxing her close. She half-stumbles forward, and suddenly her feet are between Bo's and they're front-to-front, her chest soft against Bo's own. "Hey," Bo whispers. This close, all she can think about is how beautiful Lauren is, in the dim light of the hallway. She's trying, so hard, to keep things together, but when she speaks her voice is shaking with pent-up desire that she's sure Lauren can hear. "It's fine. Come here."
She lifts her arms slowly, worried that Lauren might bolt, and rests them against her back in a loose hug. She waits for Lauren to move.
When she does, it's to wrap her arms around Bo's waist, hugging her tighter. Her nose rubs against the V of bare skin at the top of Bo's robe, and Bo feels goosebumps flare across her whole chest. "Thank you," she whispers against the skin there, breath warm.
Bo traces shapes against Lauren's back in reply, rubbing circles until Lauren can look up again, and stand alone. The expression on her face is frightened in a way that makes Bo's heart ache. Lauren's been a lot of things, but she's never seemed this small and unsure before.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep in my bed?" she asks.
Lauren smiles, tiredly. "Maybe just for tonight."
They walk back to Bo's room together, and Bo's hand rests on Lauren's shoulder until they reach the doorway.
Once she's there, she hangs back a little, watching as Lauren climbs in under the covers and settles on the untouched side of the bed. She doesn't want to presume. "Sleep well," she says, arms crossed around her middle.
Lauren looks up, surprised. "You could stay," she says, too quickly. "If you want. That couch is pretty horrible."
Bo's smile is wide with relief. "Okay."
She slides in next to Lauren, letting herself get used to the way that the bed gets smaller with two. Her knees bump against the backs of Lauren's, and instinctively she moves closer, fitting their legs together and pressing her chest to Lauren's back. There's nowhere to put her arm except around Lauren's waist. She slides her palm across Lauren's abdomen, feeling the flat plane of her belly and the way her whole body shivers at her touch. "Is this okay?" she whispers, mouth tickling Lauren's nape.
Lauren's hands are shaky as she laces her fingers between Bo's, and moves her arm up, toward her chest. Bo doesn't quite realize what she's doing until she feels the softness of Lauren's lips against her knuckles. "Yeah," she whispers. "I really like this."
Her breath is hot against Bo's skin, and for a moment, all Bo can think about is Lauren's mouth, and Lauren's hands, and every indecent thing she's ever wished for. It's a long, shaky breath in and out before Bo feels like she's in control of her instincts again. "Good."
Despite the fact that Lauren this near makes Bo almost giddy with arousal, she keeps still, waiting. Every part of her is aching to do more, to roll Lauren over and touch her, everywhere, pushing that fear away with fingers and mouth and rolling hips. But that nervousness in Lauren's eyes, the way she seems like she's been looking over her shoulder lately, means that it's Lauren's move to make. For once, Bo is willing to be patient.
So she listens, waiting. It's not long before Lauren's breathing slows, and her grip on Bo's hand grows slack with sleep.
Bo still doesn't fall asleep for hours. But curled around Lauren, she doesn't mind it quite so much.