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LOST GIRL - BO/LAUREN

The Fae-stive Season

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Title: The Fae-stive Season

Author: heartsways

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: Lost Girl

Pairing: Bo/Lauren

Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Summary: It’s Christmas in the Fae labs…

Author’s Note: This is ridiculously silly fluffy stuff. Be warned. It’s set sometime outside of the show’s timeline in a happy, shiny, place made of cheese… heh. Happy belated Christmas.

LJ Post: http://heartsways.livejournal.com/100798.html

The Fae-stive Season

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“What do you mean, you don’t celebrate Christmas?” Bo moved around the side of the examination table and eyed Lauren with the suspicion she usually reserved for miscreants from the Fae criminal underworld.

Avoiding the gimlet gaze of the Succubus, Lauren turned away, busying herself with some vials of anti-toxin that she’d developed only the week before. Clinking the bottles together, she hunched her shoulders slightly, the only concession to actually having heard Bo’s question.

But Bo, always persistent, came closer until she was standing behind the doctor, literally breathing down her neck. Lauren’s hands paused momentarily and she closed her eyes. She’d never quite get used to the feelings that Bo’s proximity caused to rocket up and down her spine, edging into her thighs with traitorous longing and making her head swim a little, blurring the edges of everything.

She took a breath, infinitesimally tiny, but enough for Bo to reach around her and lean down onto the counter top, insinuating herself into Lauren’s line of vision.

“So?” the Succubus questioned. “You don’t celebrate Christmas? Not ever?” Her voice held an incredulous note that brought a frown to Lauren’s face and the doctor demurred slightly, letting out a tiny sigh.

“Of course not. I used to,” she answered rather abruptly, tension drawing her lips into a firm line.

“Huh.” Bo’s acknowledgement lifted her shoulders in a half-shrug and she reached out, taking one of the vials from Lauren’s hand and turning it around in her fingers, inspecting it as though she knew what it was. “So when, then?” she asked, her gaze flicking briefly to Lauren’s face and then back to the bottle in her hand.

“When I was a child,” Lauren said, taking the vial from Bo’s fingers and replacing it with the others, shooting a distinctly reproving glare at the Succubus.

For moment, Bo waited for Lauren to expound further but it was to no avail. The doctor even turned to one side, offering Bo her shoulder rather than an explanation. Taking a few steps further down the length of her desk, she leaned forwards and stared into the microscope she’d set up there.

Perplexed, Bo slid down the counter until she nudged against Lauren’s arm. The doctor let out another sigh and drew back from the microscope, eyeing Bo with a mixture of indulgence and impatience. Raising her eyebrows, Bo jerked her head forwards and blinked at Lauren.

“What?” Lauren snapped, although she regretted it instantly as Bo’s eyes widened and she drew back a little, an expression of hurt coloring the Succubus’ gaze. “I’m sorry,” she added. “I’m just… I’m busy.”

Looking around the empty lab, Bo couldn’t help letting out a snort of laughter. In the last thirty minutes, she’d watched Lauren do paperwork, rearrange the various treatments on the shelves at the back of the lab, and then begin on organizing a plethora of slides that were currently languishing by the microscope. To all intents and purposes, it looked like Lauren was… tidying up. The sort of thing most people did in their offices before the holidays.

To be honest, it kind of looked like Lauren was just filling in time.

Bo was confused. She’d seen the shimmer of desire form around Lauren when she drew close, the way that the doctor burned hot for her despite what she said – or didn’t say. In fact, the Succubus had thought that after thirty minutes of being around one another, the last thing that Lauren would have wanted to do would be to organize her lab and play with her little bottles of potions. Or whatever they were.

“What’s your problem with Christmas?” she finally asked.

Lauren turned to her now, a resolute expression sharpening the planes of her face, arms folded over her chest.

“I don’t have a problem with Christmas,” she said firmly. “I spend my life surrounded by the Fae. They don’t celebrate Christmas, so I don’t. The Fae observe many traditions, but Christmas isn’t one of them.”

“So? You’re not Fae,” Bo observed with narrowed eyes.

“A fact I’m made painfully aware of all the time,” Lauren answered bluntly. “But thank you, Bo, for pointing it out.” Her tone held a tinge of regret that wasn’t lost on Bo, who darted forwards.

“Hey,” she grasped at the doctor’s arm, closing her fingers around Lauren’s wrist and tugging gently. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Before I found out I was Fae… when I lived a human life, Christmas was always something special. I figured that out of everyone in my stupid life right now, you might understand that.”

She looked down at the ground, embarrassed, and let go of Lauren’s arm with a shrug and a sigh. Of all the reasons she’d come here today, finding some connection with the human life she so desperately wanted for herself had been top of the list.

Seeing Lauren had come a close second.

“I take it Kenzi’s not the festive type.” Lauren’s voice was softer, filled with a hint of laughter, a note of sympathy.

Bo rolled her eyes and laughed. “Not so much,” she murmured. Kenzi’s attitude towards Christmas had been filled with horror stories about her childhood and a desire to survive the holidays by drinking as much as was humanly possible. “Kenzi’s idea of ho ho ho is more like no no no,” she grunted. But when she lifted her eyes, there was at least a faint smile on Lauren’s mouth, which was better than nothing.

But not much.

“Listen, Bo, I’m sorry but… I left Christmas behind when I left my human life behind.” Lauren unfolded her arms, softening a little. She may not be able to control the way she felt about Bo, or the desperate longing that she had for more than the awkward relationship they were currently floundering through. But she could control Bo’s progress through the Fae world. And if that was all that was within the realms of her discipline and dominion, then it would have to suffice.

Lauren had learned not to expect too much. Not from Bo, or the time they spent together, or from a tradition that seemed as foreign to her now as Fae ones did to the Succubus. That way, she could avoid disappointment. Just like she had done as a child. Her parents had never really understood her and the distance between them had always been horribly underlined on Christmas morning. In some ways, Lauren was almost relieved that she no longer had to undergo the pretense of the festive season. She’d always found it somewhat embarrassing.

Looking up at Bo, Lauren realized she was blushing and cleared her throat, glancing away. “I um… I could tell you about some of the Fae traditions, if you like. They have lots of celebrations throughout the year and I’m sure you’d find at least some of them interesting and – “

“I am interested in one particular tradition,” Bo interjected, drawing a pair of brown eyes to her face where they roamed over her features, drinking them in with glorious abandon.

“Oh, okay,” Lauren smiled now, warming to the subject. This, at least, was something that didn’t bring back memories that she’d rather not have to think about. “Well, different clans celebrate in different ways, of course. I’ve done a little research and… ” She turned away, reaching for a stack of books that were on the far side of her desk and would have grabbed at two of them had a hand on her arm not stayed her progress.

“Uh, no,” Bo said slowly, as Lauren turned a bemused gaze first on her hand and then on the sheepish smile of the Succubus herself.

“Then… what?”

“Well.” Bo stepped in towards Lauren and the doctor flushed again. “I wanted to know if you celebrated Christmas because I… ” She stopped and let out a self-conscious laugh, rolling her eyes. “I, uh, wondered if you ever… ”

Again, she paused. Then, a growl of frustration coming from her throat, Bo shoved her hand into the pocket of her jacket and rummaged around, finally drawing out a rather crushed twig with some wilted leaves and a couple of white berries attached. Holding it up between them, Bo’s lips twisted shamefully and she avoided Lauren’s gaze as it turned from confused to a lighter, warmer tone of distinct amusement.

“Is that… is that mistletoe?” Lauren asked.

“Um… yeah.” Bo shuffled and shrugged.

“Bo,” Lauren said quietly, her voice lightened with the laughter she was barely keeping in check. “You’ve been asking me questions about Christmas because you wanted to… to… ” She frowned and stared for a long moment at the sadly inadequate shrub in Bo’s hand and, this time, couldn’t resist a faint sigh of laughter. “To kiss me?” Her head jerked back on her neck and she laughed again, this time out of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

Bo’s mouth hardened and she shifted, uncomfortable. This hadn’t gone the way she’d planned. Or the way she’d hoped. In fact, she was beginning to think that she should have just abandoned stupid tradition and used her Succubus abilities instead, because Lauren was obviously far more attuned to living in the world of the Fae than she was. And, judging from the gleam of delight in brown eyes fixed on the mistletoe, Lauren was finding this whole thing far funnier than Bo had ever meant it to be.

“Okay, okay,” the Succubus muttered, waving the mistletoe around with a dejected air. “This is stupid.”

“No, no… ” Lauren’s mouth twitched and she bit at her lower lip. “It’s not stupid, Bo. It’s… ” She frowned a little, searching for the right word and failing to come up with anything that might be remotely appropriate. She shook her head, more than a little bemused by the whole episode. “It’s very thoughtful of you.”

She couldn’t help noticing the glint of humiliation that entered Bo’s eyes, or the way that her shoulders slumped in dejection. Lauren bit at her lower lip. She’d never had this particular problem before. Not from a would-be admirer and certainly not from the object of her own desires. It was intriguing, fascinating and, she suppressed a smile, delightfully touching.

“If you wanted to kiss me, why didn’t you just use your abilities?” Lauren questioned, leaning back on her heels and shoving her hands into the pockets of her lab coat.

“Because you’re human, and this is what humans do! God, I even thought it might be remotely appealing and then you come off like the Fae version of the Grinch and now I’m just wishing I’d never even bothered – “

Bo’s tirade was cut short by cool fingers closing around her wrist and a gentle pressure pulling her forwards onto lips that claimed her own with a firm insistence. Kissing Lauren was everything Bo had thought it might be. But being kissed by Lauren was something else altogether, and as the doctor’s arms slid around her and a hand crawled up her back and into her hair, Bo forgot all about the mistletoe and it dropped onto the floor between them.

By the time Lauren drew back, Bo’s eyes were already shining in expectation and the doctor smiled at the open-mouthed, blissful expression on the Succubus’ face.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s supposed to be looking like that,” Lauren murmured, as Bo let out a sigh and grinned foolishly. The doctor ran her fingers through Bo’s hair and allowed them to graze the Succubus’ cheek. For all her fierce railing against the world she’d been sucked into, there was something inherently vulnerable about Bo. Something that Lauren was drawn to, despite her attempts to prove otherwise.

“Merry Christmas, Lauren,” Bo murmured, her arms reaching for the doctor.

“I told you,” Lauren said quietly as Bo’s fingers slid underneath her lab coat and began a lazy tattoo of desire up her spine. “I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“Then merry whatever this is.” Bo pressed her lips to Lauren’s neck and was gratified to hear a moan resonate in the throat beneath them.

Head falling back, Lauren felt the Succubus trace a line of wet heat down over her collarbone as inquisitive fingers inched across the waistline of her pants.

Letting out a throaty, thick laugh, the doctor fisted locks of Bo’s hair and tugged on it as lips continued their journey down over her breastbone. “Merry whatever this is,” she agreed, and resolved that next year, she’d start celebrating the festive season early.

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