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LOST GIRL - BO/LAUREN

Little Spoon

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Title: Little Spoon

Author: heartsways

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: Lost Girl

Pairing: Bo/Lauren

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Summary: A little reworking of the “morning after” scene from Episode 6: It’s Better To Burn Out Than Fae Away.

Author’s Note: I am more than aware how ridiculous and silly this fic is, by the way. But I couldn’t help myself and, let’s face it, you knew I would, didn’t you? You can find me on twitter: @heartsways or on tumblr as heartsways

LJ Post: http://heartsways.livejournal.com/126829.html

Little Spoon

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Lauren was a heavy sleeper. Which was surprising, really, considering that she’d spent so much of her life afraid and cautious. But Bo woke to the steady, rhythmic breathing of the doctor and lay still for a moment, just listening. As she opened her eyes fully and moved towards a new awakening, she was aware of several things all at the same time: tangled tresses of blonde hair that snaked across the pillow towards her; the heat of Lauren’s body, pressed against her own; her hand, resting in the dip of the other woman’s waist.

It was effortlessly intimate, so easy that Bo imagined they’d always done this. Slept like this. Woken like this. Nights and days that had never existed fled through her brain as she heard Lauren draw in another deep breath and then let it out again. Her feminine form fit against Bo’s, a body so like the Succubus’ own but yet so different in ways that Bo had eagerly discovered with lips and hands.

She hadn’t invited Lauren into her bed; she had thrown her onto it, making demands with heated kisses and impatient, snatching fingers. The unsteady ground on which they’d built their relationship had burned hot, great fissures splitting between them as the feelings neither woman could deny broke free, laying waste to the dam that had attempted to quell them. And Lauren had cracked under Bo’s touch; shattered under Bo’s mouth and fallen open to reveal an overwhelming passion that simply would not abate.

Bo had known that Lauren wanted her. She’d known that she wanted the doctor, too, but as clothes were torn from limbs and wayward lips were pressed against skin, Bo realized that Lauren needed her. From the very center of her being, with everything she had, Lauren needed her. It manifested itself in the sighs and moans that Bo’s touch elicited; it was contained in the depths of eyes that darkened to russet as the two women rose and fell against one another. And it thrummed in the quickened heartbeat that pulsed in Lauren’s neck as Bo dragged her mouth up its long lines.

Need. Want. Desire. For a time, Bo had thought she owned all claims to those emotions. But they were there, urgent and hurried and greedy as Lauren gave of herself in wanton abandon and commanded the same from Bo.

Rising up onto one elbow, Bo looked down at the sleeping woman beside her. Lauren looked so peaceful in repose, her features losing the worry that had lately been etched around her eyes and mouth. She seemed content, as though she was home at last.

Before they had drifted into a satiated haze of sleep, Lauren murmured something about Bo taking care of her; how she herself had always assumed that role and never questioned it. In relinquishing it, she became smaller somehow, vulnerable and emotionally naked as Bo’s skin whispered over hers and the Succubus gathered her into a strong embrace.

Curling up behind her, Bo had grinned and told Lauren that sometimes it was okay to be the little spoon. Sometimes, she’d explained firmly, it was okay to let someone else be the caretaker.

It was only after she’d said it that Bo realized she had already adopted that responsibility as far as Lauren was concerned; that it had happened as naturally and organically as the attraction and passion they felt for one another. In fact, Bo mused as the last vestiges of their lovemaking ebbed and buzzed through her veins, it seemed that all of those things bled together anyway, making it near impossible to have one without the other.

And perhaps, she had reasoned, that was just how it was intended to work between them: confusing, enthralling, and so easy to become caught up in it that sometimes Bo couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t wanted Lauren. Or if such a time had even existed.

Reaching out, Bo brushed back a lock of hair from Lauren’s cheek, allowing her fingers the simple luxury of ghosting over the other woman’s skin. She wanted Lauren to look like this always: serene and calm. She wanted to be the one who always engendered that feeling. Once the flurry of passion and the desperation of lust had left them, these were the moments that really mattered, anyway. They were moments so foreign and unusual to the Succubus that she had been quite unprepared for the reality that replaced all the imagined tenderness she’d never experienced.

Bo leaned over the other woman, dipping her head until her lips gently brushed the Lauren’s cheek. Rising up, the Succubus paused for a moment, a tiny frown furrowing her brow. It quite took her by surprise: the flood of emotion that poured into her chest. Her gaze wandered over the shape of Lauren’s face, her strong jaw, her slender neck. Everything she’d wished for without even knowing it.

And then Bo half-smiled to herself. Ownership and love shifted onto her shoulders and she swallowed, accepting them, welcoming them. Because sometimes it was okay to be the little spoon, and to allow someone else to do the heavy lifting.

But other times… the best times, poised and encapsulated in the quiet still of waking with Lauren in her arms; well, those were the times when it was okay to be the big spoon, too.

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