Fic: but it's okay, we'll come around (Bo/Lauren, PG-13)
Title: but it’s okay, we’ll come around
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: for 2.05 “Brotherfae of the Wolves”
Word Count: 1400
Summary: She goes to Bo because there’s no one else.
She goes to Bo because there’s no one else.
She can’t keep the panic out of her voice, but the feel of Bo’s hands on her shoulders are soothing in a way she can’t understand, like Bo is holding her together and she’s about to fall apart. “I won’t let him treat you like this!” There’s anger in Bo’s eyes, and she looks so dangerous like this, more like the succubi Lauren has read about in books than the woman she knows.
“Bo, no. I-I don’t want you to get hurt.” They’re alone now, Kenzi long gone after complaining that they were going round in circles, Bo saying that she was going to see the Ash and Lauren protesting that she couldn’t.
Bo comes to a stop in front of her but she’s so full of agitated energy it looks like she’s still moving, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “He’ll get hurt,” she mutters, her voice low and full of violence. Lauren huffs out a breath and reaches to brush her fingers against the back of Bo’s hand, and then Bo seems to collapse in on herself, all the fight going out of her. “I can’t do nothing, Lauren. I have to help.” She tangles her fingers with Lauren’s and pulls her closer, her free hand coming round to rest against the small of Lauren’s back, palm flat against her spine.
Lauren sighs into her and drops her head on to Bo’s shoulder, feeling safer than she has in a long time. “I know,” she mumbles into Bo’s hair, unsure if Bo can hear her. She presses her nose into the soft skin under Bo’s earlobe and whispers, “Thank you.”
Bo’s fingers momentarily press harder against her back, and they stay like that for a long time, breathing each other in.
+
They still don’t know how to just be around each other, so they end up sitting awkwardly and looking in opposite directions, starting when their feet bump under the table. Kenzi rolls her eyes and looks between them like they’re being ridiculous, but also like she’s a little bit fascinated and can’t look away.
Lauren’s almost glad when there’s a knock at the door, though the feeling lessens when Bo opens it and it’s Dyson and some wolf she doesn’t recognise. She didn’t think things could get any worse, and there’s something about Dyson that always makes her feel second best, like the only reason Bo looks twice at her is because she couldn’t have him, and she forgets she’s hiding from the Ash and tries to escape as fast as she can.
“No,” Bo says quickly, in a tone that brooks no argument, her head turning to find her eyes, “You stay.” She folds her arms and shifts her weight to one side, then looks back at Dyson, and her voice hardens, “What do you want?”
Lauren tries to ignore the way Bo’s stance juts her hips out, drawing her eyes, and ducks her head nervously as she sits back down, so that her hair falls over her face, and listens to Dyson talk.
+
She bakes when she’s nervous. It’s a habit inherited from her mother long ago in another place, another life, really, before this one. The room’s deadly silent but for the occasional tapping of Kenzi’s fingers against the keyboard and Dyson’s awkward coughs, and she spreads frosting on the cupcakes slowly and deliberately, purposefully ignoring the sounds coming from Bo’s bedroom. She’s just taken the second batch out of the oven, when Bo comes strutting in like nothing’s happened, like she hasn’t just spent the last hour fucking a guy she hardly knows and expects it to mean nothing.
“They haven’t cooled yet,” she stutters, jaw tight against the feeling in the back of her throat. It feels like she’s choking, only she can breathe fine, and she tightens her fingers on the work surface and tries to think of something to say.
“You’re not ...mad are you?” Even Bo has the grace to look contrite sometimes, and Lauren would laugh at the expression on her face if she ever felt like she could laugh again.
“It’s alright,” she says, though what she means is of course it’s not alright, you fucked someone else while I was in the next room you asshole, “You had to heal, it’s who you are.”
When he comes marching out and throws his arm around Bo’s shoulder, Lauren can’t find anything like the right words for the situation, so she hides behind her science and babbles about CO2 bubbles until she has to stop for air and Kenzi makes an obligatory snarky comment from the peanut gallery. Lauren looks down at the work surface then, embarrassed. When she looks back up, Bo is watching her with a smile on her face, like she’s the most adorable thing Bo’s ever seen, and Lauren feels heat flush through her chest and offers her a small smile in return.
+
She keeps baking because she literally doesn’t know what else to do. The way Kenzi is eating the cakes, they’re going to be gone by morning anyway but keeping her hands busy keeps her brain quiet, and she’s sick of thinking now, about the Ash, and Bo, and Dyson, and her, and the way Bo looks at her like she’s always about to say something and then never does.
She still feels awkward, and when Bo starts making up the couch she stutters and tries to explain how she can’t sleep in Bo’s bed because the last time she was there she woke up alone and it wasn’t long before everything went to shit, but the words die in her throat.
Bo’s nervous, which is new, and she’s trying so hard to make this normal even though it’s anything but. Lauren hears the offer behind the words when Bo talks about someone taking care of her, and for a second she wants to give in to it and follow Bo back to her room and just forget about everything. Bo could be so good at making her forget but she doesn’t want it to happen like that, not again; she exhales evenly and forces herself not to say anything until Bo laughs nervously and says, “So... Goodnight.”
She can’t resist brushing past Bo a little closer than she has to, and her heart quickens at the way Bo’s breath catches and the way she half laughs, deep in her throat. Bo’s hand is warm on her back as she walks away and Lauren feels it there like a ghost long after it’s gone. She sinks into the couch sideways, her back against the arm, and pulls her knees up to her chin like a little girl, wrapping her arms around them tightly and holding on for dear life.
It feels like a long time before Bo comes back but it isn’t really. She stands in front of her wordlessly for a moment and then climbs onto the arm of the couch behind her and nudges at Lauren’s back with her hands until Lauren scoots forward and gives her room. Bo sinks down behind her, legs either side of her, thighs pressing against Lauren’s hips, and slides one arm around her stomach, the other coming up to rest in her hair, playing with the soft hairs at her temple absentmindedly.
Lauren sighs and leans backwards into Bo, ignoring all the things they have to talk about and how things are going to be just as bad if not worse in the morning.
“Go to sleep,” Bo whispers against her ear, and then presses a gentle kiss against the side of her face, just below her eye. “I’ll watch over you.”
Lauren closes her eyes and gives in to the feeling of Bo all around her, keeping her safe, and it’s enough, for now.
She goes to Bo because there’s no one else.
Pairing: Bo/Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: for 2.05 “Brotherfae of the Wolves”
Word Count: 1400
Summary: She goes to Bo because there’s no one else.
She goes to Bo because there’s no one else.
She can’t keep the panic out of her voice, but the feel of Bo’s hands on her shoulders are soothing in a way she can’t understand, like Bo is holding her together and she’s about to fall apart. “I won’t let him treat you like this!” There’s anger in Bo’s eyes, and she looks so dangerous like this, more like the succubi Lauren has read about in books than the woman she knows.
“Bo, no. I-I don’t want you to get hurt.” They’re alone now, Kenzi long gone after complaining that they were going round in circles, Bo saying that she was going to see the Ash and Lauren protesting that she couldn’t.
Bo comes to a stop in front of her but she’s so full of agitated energy it looks like she’s still moving, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “He’ll get hurt,” she mutters, her voice low and full of violence. Lauren huffs out a breath and reaches to brush her fingers against the back of Bo’s hand, and then Bo seems to collapse in on herself, all the fight going out of her. “I can’t do nothing, Lauren. I have to help.” She tangles her fingers with Lauren’s and pulls her closer, her free hand coming round to rest against the small of Lauren’s back, palm flat against her spine.
Lauren sighs into her and drops her head on to Bo’s shoulder, feeling safer than she has in a long time. “I know,” she mumbles into Bo’s hair, unsure if Bo can hear her. She presses her nose into the soft skin under Bo’s earlobe and whispers, “Thank you.”
Bo’s fingers momentarily press harder against her back, and they stay like that for a long time, breathing each other in.
+
They still don’t know how to just be around each other, so they end up sitting awkwardly and looking in opposite directions, starting when their feet bump under the table. Kenzi rolls her eyes and looks between them like they’re being ridiculous, but also like she’s a little bit fascinated and can’t look away.
Lauren’s almost glad when there’s a knock at the door, though the feeling lessens when Bo opens it and it’s Dyson and some wolf she doesn’t recognise. She didn’t think things could get any worse, and there’s something about Dyson that always makes her feel second best, like the only reason Bo looks twice at her is because she couldn’t have him, and she forgets she’s hiding from the Ash and tries to escape as fast as she can.
“No,” Bo says quickly, in a tone that brooks no argument, her head turning to find her eyes, “You stay.” She folds her arms and shifts her weight to one side, then looks back at Dyson, and her voice hardens, “What do you want?”
Lauren tries to ignore the way Bo’s stance juts her hips out, drawing her eyes, and ducks her head nervously as she sits back down, so that her hair falls over her face, and listens to Dyson talk.
+
She bakes when she’s nervous. It’s a habit inherited from her mother long ago in another place, another life, really, before this one. The room’s deadly silent but for the occasional tapping of Kenzi’s fingers against the keyboard and Dyson’s awkward coughs, and she spreads frosting on the cupcakes slowly and deliberately, purposefully ignoring the sounds coming from Bo’s bedroom. She’s just taken the second batch out of the oven, when Bo comes strutting in like nothing’s happened, like she hasn’t just spent the last hour fucking a guy she hardly knows and expects it to mean nothing.
“They haven’t cooled yet,” she stutters, jaw tight against the feeling in the back of her throat. It feels like she’s choking, only she can breathe fine, and she tightens her fingers on the work surface and tries to think of something to say.
“You’re not ...mad are you?” Even Bo has the grace to look contrite sometimes, and Lauren would laugh at the expression on her face if she ever felt like she could laugh again.
“It’s alright,” she says, though what she means is of course it’s not alright, you fucked someone else while I was in the next room you asshole, “You had to heal, it’s who you are.”
When he comes marching out and throws his arm around Bo’s shoulder, Lauren can’t find anything like the right words for the situation, so she hides behind her science and babbles about CO2 bubbles until she has to stop for air and Kenzi makes an obligatory snarky comment from the peanut gallery. Lauren looks down at the work surface then, embarrassed. When she looks back up, Bo is watching her with a smile on her face, like she’s the most adorable thing Bo’s ever seen, and Lauren feels heat flush through her chest and offers her a small smile in return.
+
She keeps baking because she literally doesn’t know what else to do. The way Kenzi is eating the cakes, they’re going to be gone by morning anyway but keeping her hands busy keeps her brain quiet, and she’s sick of thinking now, about the Ash, and Bo, and Dyson, and her, and the way Bo looks at her like she’s always about to say something and then never does.
She still feels awkward, and when Bo starts making up the couch she stutters and tries to explain how she can’t sleep in Bo’s bed because the last time she was there she woke up alone and it wasn’t long before everything went to shit, but the words die in her throat.
Bo’s nervous, which is new, and she’s trying so hard to make this normal even though it’s anything but. Lauren hears the offer behind the words when Bo talks about someone taking care of her, and for a second she wants to give in to it and follow Bo back to her room and just forget about everything. Bo could be so good at making her forget but she doesn’t want it to happen like that, not again; she exhales evenly and forces herself not to say anything until Bo laughs nervously and says, “So... Goodnight.”
She can’t resist brushing past Bo a little closer than she has to, and her heart quickens at the way Bo’s breath catches and the way she half laughs, deep in her throat. Bo’s hand is warm on her back as she walks away and Lauren feels it there like a ghost long after it’s gone. She sinks into the couch sideways, her back against the arm, and pulls her knees up to her chin like a little girl, wrapping her arms around them tightly and holding on for dear life.
It feels like a long time before Bo comes back but it isn’t really. She stands in front of her wordlessly for a moment and then climbs onto the arm of the couch behind her and nudges at Lauren’s back with her hands until Lauren scoots forward and gives her room. Bo sinks down behind her, legs either side of her, thighs pressing against Lauren’s hips, and slides one arm around her stomach, the other coming up to rest in her hair, playing with the soft hairs at her temple absentmindedly.
Lauren sighs and leans backwards into Bo, ignoring all the things they have to talk about and how things are going to be just as bad if not worse in the morning.
“Go to sleep,” Bo whispers against her ear, and then presses a gentle kiss against the side of her face, just below her eye. “I’ll watch over you.”
Lauren closes her eyes and gives in to the feeling of Bo all around her, keeping her safe, and it’s enough, for now.
She goes to Bo because there’s no one else.