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seriousficTitle: Someone Else's Girl
Fandom: Lost Girl
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,432
Characters/Pairings: Bo/Lauren, Lauren/Saskia
Summary: Saskia is more than a little intrigued by this human woman her fellow Succubus is so smitten by…
Saskia moved through the bar, one of about a hundred that her new territory offered. So much fresh lust just waiting to be sampled, sated. She gave off little sparks of sensuality as she wandered the crowd, brushing up against anyone who looked attractive and halfway open-minded. She had a few rules – no one's bf or gf, because she wasn't that girl, and no one who wasn't already inclined to her orientation, she wasn't a walking gay cure camp – so she'd need to do some recon before sinking her teeth into anyone, but for now, she would just see where the night took her.
The night was good to her. She caught a whiff of Bo's scent, but not the wayward protégé herself. It was someone she'd marked, intentionally or not… with an ingénue like Bo, most likely not. But she was marked all the same, the blonde sitting at the end of the bar, nestled in a haze of mingled scent that screamed mine mine only mine.
Saskia got closer. Bo had good taste. The blonde was dressed conservatively for the meat market, jeans and a canvas shirt and kicky little boots that Saskia would quite like if they were in her size, but instead of looking like a prude, she came out classy, elegant even. Her hair smelled good, a crisp clean scent that mingled nicely with the bolder smell of her perfume. Saskia wondered how her smile looked. She was a sucker for a cute smile.
"Hi there," Saskia announced, rolling her fingers across the back of blondie's neck, giving her just enough of a nudge to push back all the bullshit inhibitions humans liked to saddle sex with. There was a deep reservoir of lust in her, just waiting to be let out, and she already had a taste for women. Maybe Saskia had underestimated Bo.
The blonde looked at her, eyes widening in recognition, then narrowing cynically. "Oh, great, another one."
Saskia was taken aback. She knew Bo was a succubus? Did that little girl know anything about interracial relationships? Letting anyone know you not only destroyed the mystery, it increased the chances they would do something stupid, like tell someone else. She wondered if she would have to handle this for Bo, fuck the knowledge right out of this one's brain.
But first, she took the blonde's hand and rammed enough lust into her to make a girl-boner. "Another? Sugar, there's only one Saskia."
The blonde exhaled orgasmically. "Oh. Oh, you have a point there." She took another hitched breath. "You have a lot more control than Bo."
"And a lot more experience. What do you say we go back to my place and lose control?"
She pulled her hand away, saw the blonde lurch into the real world. There was just a moment of confusion, then the blonde fixed her with a heavy stare. It was like the little porno Saskia had just shot in her brain hadn't had any effect on her. Then she smiled. It wasn't as pretty as Saskia thought it would be. In fact, it was kinda depressing.
"Sure. I've got nowhere better to be."
***
"Nice ride," Saskia said, lying across the cupholders. Her open-toed sandals dangled out the passenger-side window while her hair was a snake winding across blondie's legs. As the muscles of the blonde's legs worked the pedals, Saskia removed her belt and inched her jeans down, lapping at whatever bit of exposed skin caught her fancy. Her tongue seeped warmth into the blonde, working like a steady pressure on her clit, priming her to go off. "And the car's nice too."
"Nice grammar," the blonde replied. "Guess everything's funny when a succubus says it."
"Not really. Cancer. See?" Saskia teased the waistband of blondie's panties with her tongue. "So, what's your name, anyway? I want to know how well it moans."
"Lauren," the blonde said. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as Saskia bit the crotch of her panties and tugged on them just enough to let the heady scent of arousal into the air. Bo was imprinted there too, in Lauren's blood and under her fingernails. Mine all mine. Saskia loved it. Succubi had one universal rule: share and share alike.
Saskia released the panties, letting them snap back in a disheveled state. She could see wisps of hair, not too long and not too short, on either side of the fabric. "Not Doc Lauren? Bo told me about you."
"I don't want to talk about her," Lauren said tersely. Saskia tongued over skin and fabric to cool her down.
"Why? Seems to me like you've got the right idea. She had a good time, you had a good time, who cares if it was the Ash playing yenta…" Saskia reared up. There, on Lauren's neck, was the Ash's little gilded brand. Kinky.
"You're Dark Fae," Lauren realized. Her foot hovered over the brake.
"So?" Saskia gripped the brand in her teeth and pulled it off, spitting it out into the footwell. "If anyone asks, we'll just say I had my wicked way with you."
***
Lauren had a nice pad for a slave. Very high-minded, lots of books. Saskia loved bookworms. They were always so creative.
Once they were inside, Lauren let her jeans drop. She hadn't done up her belt before getting out of the car, just held up her pants with her hands in her pockets. She stepped out of the jeans and walked forward, boots and panties, the black bottoms riding up from Saskia's ministrations earlier. And her legs, so long, so many erogenous zones…
Saskia gave Lauren a quick fondle before straightening out her panties, making the good doctor shudder with an anticipatory orgasm. She'd had seven on the car ride over. Saskia was almost spoiling her for the real thing, but she couldn't help it. It was like driving fast in someone else's car… just naughty enough to make it worthwhile.
"Get me some wine," Saskia cajoled.
Lauren shot her a look at being ordered around. "You need to be drunk to have sex with me?"
"No. I just want something to lick off you."
Lauren went to the kitchen. Saskia went with her. It was clean and gleaming, everything in its place, neat, ordered. Saskia wondered what Lauren saw in Bo. Her sister succubus was more anal sex than anal-retentive.
"So what'd Bo say about me?" Lauren asked, trying to figure out which wine went with naked lady, red or white. She had a whole rack of wine bottles. Working for the Ash must've called for some liquid courage.
"Thought you didn't want to talk about her."
"Thought you didn't care."
Saskia shrugged. It made no difference to her. "She asked if it made a difference in feeding on someone if you cared about them, and they cared about you. I told her the sex was better. She told me you only fucked her because you were ordered to, not because you care."
"Of course she'd say that." Lauren walked back to Saskia, slamming a bottle down on the counter so hard Saskia was surprised it didn't break. "I love her, but she can be such an immature little brat, so… willfully uncomprehending of how the world works!"
"You love her," Saskia repeated thoughtfully.
Lauren kicked off her boots. "I'm not in the mood for wine anymore." She pushed Saskia so hard the succubus landed on her ass. "I know how this works. Take as much as you need."
Saskia barely had time to protest the bruise on her ass before Lauren was on the floor with her, all over her, pulling her clothes off like they were on fire. Bo had really good taste, but Saskia liked being on top more than being manhandled. She tried to give Lauren some soothing eroticism, but it just made Lauren wilder. She pulled on Saskia's skirt so hard it probably tore, then broke the waistband on Saskia's panties to get them off, then forced enough fingers in for it to actually hurt a little. Saskia preferred her pain from someone with 'mistress' in their job title, not an amateur.
"Easy there, tiger," Saskia gasped out. Despite everything, Lauren had some great fingers. "Momma no likey."
"Who gives a fuck what momma likes?" Lauren leaned down until her face was two inches from Saskia's. "I know what you Succubi can do. You can suck the orgasm right out of a person. I want that. Right now."
Saskia grabbed Lauren's arm and forced it away. Conversations were meant to lead up to sex, not be a sideshow to it. "That's dessert, sweetie. This is the main course."
"I want you to feed on me! Isn't that all you want?! I thought Succubi were man-eating whores, not closet romantics!"
Saskia sat up. "High-class whores. Far too expensive for a slave to afford."
Lauren looked down. Despite herself, Saskia felt a little ashamed of the barb. She hated to see a grown human cry.
"Hey. I knew going into this that you and Bo had a complicated thing. I just wanted to help out. Take the edge off. But whatever you think having me feed on you will prove…"
"It'll make me feel free," Lauren said softly. Saskia missed when she'd been yelling. At least then, there'd been some emotion. Humans should have humanity. "The booze doesn't, this apartment doesn't, my work doesn't… I just want to feel free again. Like I did with her."
Saskia bit her lip. This was why she hated the morning after. So much conversation. Everyone's lives sucked when they weren't Succubi. "Okay. Okay. I'll feed off you and then I'll go, okay? You don't have to be a martyr about it. Sit down on the couch."
Lauren did. Saskia stood up and straightened herself out, gathering her poise. She walked over to Lauren, considering dropping into her lap like an aggressive stripper, but decided against it. Instead she hunched down like she was playing the butch lesbian again, facing Lauren head-on.
Lauren looked tired in the way only humans did, cut off from tradition and family and culture, having to carry the whole world on their own. Maybe that was why she'd fixated on Bo like that. Bo had shouldered the burden for a little while.
"Take off your panties," Saskia said.
"Why?"
"Because otherwise you'll need new ones."
Lauren chuckled darkly and skimmed her panties off, neither trying to conceal herself nor flaunting her nudity. Saskia felt ill at ease, like she was watching someone being prepped for surgery. She ran a hand across Lauren's face, trying to crowd out her ennui with pleasure. Lauren's eyes twitched, but she grabbed Saskia's hand.
"Just do it. Please."
Saskia winced. She leaned in, smiling in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. She'd done some charity cases before, just to feel good about herself for boosting some poor schmuck's self-confidence, but this was a brand new level of fucked up. Still, a meal was a meal.
"Close your eyes," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I can be her. Smell like her. Sound like her. Feel like her."
"That's not…" Lauren's eyes wavered. "I don't want to think about her."
"Yes you do." Saskia eased her back, slowly plying herself on top of Lauren, sending soothing waves of heat through their meeting flesh. "You want to wrap yourself up in thoughts of her. You want to be with her, not me. But you can't. You have to think of duty and reality. Not with me. With me, you can admit what you really want."
"What I want…" Lauren was pinned down now, wedged in place as Saskia writhed on top of her, beginning to get a buzz off the lust coiling within Lauren. She closed her eyes. "Bo…"
"I love you," Saskia replied in another's voice, and reaching into the beginnings of Lauren's orgasm, she fed…
"No!" Lauren pushed her away and Saskia went down, the connection broke, her lust fizzling like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her.
Saskia reared up on all fours, her eyes flashing. If this weren't Bo's friend, she would beat the sex drive out of them for a month. "What the hell is--"
Lauren was hunched over, crying, looking truly pathetic with her panties around her ankles. Drab, small tears, lacking even the energy for the kind of heaving sobs Lauren probably wanted to let loose.
Saskia got up, pulling a throw rug from a nearby chair and wrapping it around Lauren. She knew how humans got about their modesty.
"Thanks," Lauren sniffled.
"Right… I should go." Saskia grabbed the wine bottle and clapped it into Lauren's hands before making a beeline for the door. She stopped before she went through, both to give her clothes a little adjustment from "tramp" to "easy" and to say "Your loss. I could've done things to you Bo can't even pronounce." She turned the doorknob.
"You're not her," Lauren said firmly. It was the most sure about anything she'd sounded since Saskia had met her. "She was… open and caring and she wanted to show me how she felt about me. You can't top that."
"You've never had a threesome," Saskia replied on the way out.
***
"So what I'm saying," Kenzie was saying, "is that every guy wants to go out with a bang. So why not offer that?"
Bo tried to focus on putting the groceries away. As usual, Kenzie had been overjoyed to stuff their shopping cart, but was content to decrease their paper bag count only by emptying them directly into her mouth. "Because physician-assisted suicide should be done by Dr. Kevorkian, not Jenna Jameson."
"You wouldn't have to, you know, get to fourth with them. Just give him a handjob! Chestjob. Facejob. Whatever it is you do. Boom, free food!"
Kenzie reached deep into her bag and came up with a pint of Ben & Jerry's, which was ruthlessly snatched away by Saskia as she breezed through the kitchen.
"Oh, for me?" Saskia asked, grabbing a spoon. "Shouldn't have, doll, I might get the wrong idea."
Kenzie glared at Bo, who in turn glared at Saskia. "I thought I made it clear you weren't welcome here."
"Look at it from my perspective, Bo." Saskia enjoyed letting Bo wait while she smacked her lips on some Rocky Road. "You're young and naïve, so I forgive you for how pigheaded you're being. In time, you'll accept my friend request. But for now, there's a bit of succubus 101 you really need to know."
"What?" Kenzie asked. "Can she get a girl pregnant if they don't use protection?"
"It's about Lauren," Saskia replied, which shut them up.
Bo circled so she was close to the knife block. "What did you do to her?"
"Gadzooks, Bo, just because I'm a Dark Fae doesn't mean I'm Darth Vader. She's fine."
"What. Did. You do. To her?" Bo reiterated.
"I picked her up at a bar. I fed on her."
Bo's shock was written all over her face. She didn't even notice Kenzie walking out of the room. "Yeah," Kenzie said, "I think I'm going to let you two have some Succubi time, because this is so not my orientation."
She scampered.
Saskia set the ice cream down and got closer. "I didn't use my power on her, not for more than lube. She came willingly."
Bo had a hand on the counter, supporting herself like she'd just been punched in the gut. When she looked at Saskia, her chin was high, like a prize-fighter waiting for a blow. "So how was she? One through ten? What did you tick off, 'good lay, would fuck again'?"
"I wouldn't know," Saskia said. "She didn't go through with it."
Bo's eyes darted over Saskia's face, looking for a trace of deception. Saskia could see a note of hope straightening Bo's spine. "What are you talking about?"
"She didn't want me," Saskia continued. "Right species, wrong girl."
"So now you've come here to enroll us in couples therapy? I'm not in the mood, Saskia. Go tell her I'm not interested in someone who needs a form filled out in triplicate to go to bed with me."
Saskia rolled her eyes. "Bo, don't take this the wrong way, but you're being a child. And not a very bright child."
"Excuse me?"
"I know the Light Fae have been good to you, but they're not the Care Bears. If Lauren disobeyed, she'd be punished."
"I'm not worth being punished for?" Bo insisted.
"All you did was show up on his doorstep and the Ash made you fight for your life. What do you think he'd do to someone that pissed him off?"
Bo bit down on the inside of her cheek, clearly taking a moment to reassess the situation. Saskia knew it was painful, reliving the betrayal, picking at that scab, but there was no other way.
"Say you're right," Bo argued, looking up sharply. "That doesn't mean she had to—I liked her! A lot! And now I can't even see her without remembering that she… every time I try to be with someone I like, I get hurt. I lost my virginity to my first victim. Dyson can't even look at me some days. I thought Lauren would be different. I was ready to give her everything!"
Saskia folded her arms. "Look, take it up with her. I'm not her lawyer. I just came down here with a piece of advice. Succubi are pretty shallow, by and large. People look at us, Fae or human, all they see is what we can make them feel. There aren't a lot of people who look beyond that, who try to see us as we really are. But if I had someone like Lauren, I wouldn't let her go just because she made a bad call. Because all this hurt you're feeling now, it can only come from someone who can also make you feel amazing. If there's one thing you're going to learn from me, learn that."
Bo seemed to relax. A decision had been made. She looked at Saskia with steady eyes. "You came all the way here to tell me that."
"Well, and to hit on Kenzie. I just wanna see the faces she makes when she comes."
***
Kenzie wasn't very receptive to Saskia's advances, so the succubus let her off with a slap on the rump. Plenty of fish in the sea. She caught two and called it a night. The next three days she spent letting a new sugar daddy buy her shoes. She came home lugging a bag over her shoulder to find a package on her doorstep. After she opened the door, she kicked inside. After Cake Boss, she opened it.
Inside was a Versace bra and panty set, with a card in Lauren's handwriting. She had good penmanship for a doctor. It read "Thank you for your understanding, sorry about the panties. Hopefully this will make it up to you. Bo says you explained some things to her. I'll try to put in a good word for you too.
She came to my place the other day and said that if I wanted to explain myself, now was the time. I told her everything, trying not to put myself in too flattering a light. I even told her why I sold myself to the Ash. She kept asking me how I could get free. I've tried everything, but I mentioned a few options. She's convinced she can save the world. She left and said she needed to think. Five minutes later, she pounded on the door and the second I took the chain off, we were right back where we'd been before Vex. No offense, but I liked her openness better than your experience.
I know you care about Bo, but I don't want you to worry about me and her. I've decided that the next thing the Ash pits me against Bo, I'll side with her. I know the consequences. She's more important to me. Bo thinks she has a way of buying me back somehow… I'm afraid to ask. But if anyone can pull it off, she can.
I'm running out of space, so I'll try to be direct here, since I don't know the exact protocol for asking this in Succubi circles… or any circles.
Threesome?
Saskia closed the card and smirked to herself. She had a feeling Bo didn't know what she was getting herself into.
Fandom: Lost Girl
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,432
Characters/Pairings: Bo/Lauren, Lauren/Saskia
Summary: Saskia is more than a little intrigued by this human woman her fellow Succubus is so smitten by…
Saskia moved through the bar, one of about a hundred that her new territory offered. So much fresh lust just waiting to be sampled, sated. She gave off little sparks of sensuality as she wandered the crowd, brushing up against anyone who looked attractive and halfway open-minded. She had a few rules – no one's bf or gf, because she wasn't that girl, and no one who wasn't already inclined to her orientation, she wasn't a walking gay cure camp – so she'd need to do some recon before sinking her teeth into anyone, but for now, she would just see where the night took her.
The night was good to her. She caught a whiff of Bo's scent, but not the wayward protégé herself. It was someone she'd marked, intentionally or not… with an ingénue like Bo, most likely not. But she was marked all the same, the blonde sitting at the end of the bar, nestled in a haze of mingled scent that screamed mine mine only mine.
Saskia got closer. Bo had good taste. The blonde was dressed conservatively for the meat market, jeans and a canvas shirt and kicky little boots that Saskia would quite like if they were in her size, but instead of looking like a prude, she came out classy, elegant even. Her hair smelled good, a crisp clean scent that mingled nicely with the bolder smell of her perfume. Saskia wondered how her smile looked. She was a sucker for a cute smile.
"Hi there," Saskia announced, rolling her fingers across the back of blondie's neck, giving her just enough of a nudge to push back all the bullshit inhibitions humans liked to saddle sex with. There was a deep reservoir of lust in her, just waiting to be let out, and she already had a taste for women. Maybe Saskia had underestimated Bo.
The blonde looked at her, eyes widening in recognition, then narrowing cynically. "Oh, great, another one."
Saskia was taken aback. She knew Bo was a succubus? Did that little girl know anything about interracial relationships? Letting anyone know you not only destroyed the mystery, it increased the chances they would do something stupid, like tell someone else. She wondered if she would have to handle this for Bo, fuck the knowledge right out of this one's brain.
But first, she took the blonde's hand and rammed enough lust into her to make a girl-boner. "Another? Sugar, there's only one Saskia."
The blonde exhaled orgasmically. "Oh. Oh, you have a point there." She took another hitched breath. "You have a lot more control than Bo."
"And a lot more experience. What do you say we go back to my place and lose control?"
She pulled her hand away, saw the blonde lurch into the real world. There was just a moment of confusion, then the blonde fixed her with a heavy stare. It was like the little porno Saskia had just shot in her brain hadn't had any effect on her. Then she smiled. It wasn't as pretty as Saskia thought it would be. In fact, it was kinda depressing.
"Sure. I've got nowhere better to be."
***
"Nice ride," Saskia said, lying across the cupholders. Her open-toed sandals dangled out the passenger-side window while her hair was a snake winding across blondie's legs. As the muscles of the blonde's legs worked the pedals, Saskia removed her belt and inched her jeans down, lapping at whatever bit of exposed skin caught her fancy. Her tongue seeped warmth into the blonde, working like a steady pressure on her clit, priming her to go off. "And the car's nice too."
"Nice grammar," the blonde replied. "Guess everything's funny when a succubus says it."
"Not really. Cancer. See?" Saskia teased the waistband of blondie's panties with her tongue. "So, what's your name, anyway? I want to know how well it moans."
"Lauren," the blonde said. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel as Saskia bit the crotch of her panties and tugged on them just enough to let the heady scent of arousal into the air. Bo was imprinted there too, in Lauren's blood and under her fingernails. Mine all mine. Saskia loved it. Succubi had one universal rule: share and share alike.
Saskia released the panties, letting them snap back in a disheveled state. She could see wisps of hair, not too long and not too short, on either side of the fabric. "Not Doc Lauren? Bo told me about you."
"I don't want to talk about her," Lauren said tersely. Saskia tongued over skin and fabric to cool her down.
"Why? Seems to me like you've got the right idea. She had a good time, you had a good time, who cares if it was the Ash playing yenta…" Saskia reared up. There, on Lauren's neck, was the Ash's little gilded brand. Kinky.
"You're Dark Fae," Lauren realized. Her foot hovered over the brake.
"So?" Saskia gripped the brand in her teeth and pulled it off, spitting it out into the footwell. "If anyone asks, we'll just say I had my wicked way with you."
***
Lauren had a nice pad for a slave. Very high-minded, lots of books. Saskia loved bookworms. They were always so creative.
Once they were inside, Lauren let her jeans drop. She hadn't done up her belt before getting out of the car, just held up her pants with her hands in her pockets. She stepped out of the jeans and walked forward, boots and panties, the black bottoms riding up from Saskia's ministrations earlier. And her legs, so long, so many erogenous zones…
Saskia gave Lauren a quick fondle before straightening out her panties, making the good doctor shudder with an anticipatory orgasm. She'd had seven on the car ride over. Saskia was almost spoiling her for the real thing, but she couldn't help it. It was like driving fast in someone else's car… just naughty enough to make it worthwhile.
"Get me some wine," Saskia cajoled.
Lauren shot her a look at being ordered around. "You need to be drunk to have sex with me?"
"No. I just want something to lick off you."
Lauren went to the kitchen. Saskia went with her. It was clean and gleaming, everything in its place, neat, ordered. Saskia wondered what Lauren saw in Bo. Her sister succubus was more anal sex than anal-retentive.
"So what'd Bo say about me?" Lauren asked, trying to figure out which wine went with naked lady, red or white. She had a whole rack of wine bottles. Working for the Ash must've called for some liquid courage.
"Thought you didn't want to talk about her."
"Thought you didn't care."
Saskia shrugged. It made no difference to her. "She asked if it made a difference in feeding on someone if you cared about them, and they cared about you. I told her the sex was better. She told me you only fucked her because you were ordered to, not because you care."
"Of course she'd say that." Lauren walked back to Saskia, slamming a bottle down on the counter so hard Saskia was surprised it didn't break. "I love her, but she can be such an immature little brat, so… willfully uncomprehending of how the world works!"
"You love her," Saskia repeated thoughtfully.
Lauren kicked off her boots. "I'm not in the mood for wine anymore." She pushed Saskia so hard the succubus landed on her ass. "I know how this works. Take as much as you need."
Saskia barely had time to protest the bruise on her ass before Lauren was on the floor with her, all over her, pulling her clothes off like they were on fire. Bo had really good taste, but Saskia liked being on top more than being manhandled. She tried to give Lauren some soothing eroticism, but it just made Lauren wilder. She pulled on Saskia's skirt so hard it probably tore, then broke the waistband on Saskia's panties to get them off, then forced enough fingers in for it to actually hurt a little. Saskia preferred her pain from someone with 'mistress' in their job title, not an amateur.
"Easy there, tiger," Saskia gasped out. Despite everything, Lauren had some great fingers. "Momma no likey."
"Who gives a fuck what momma likes?" Lauren leaned down until her face was two inches from Saskia's. "I know what you Succubi can do. You can suck the orgasm right out of a person. I want that. Right now."
Saskia grabbed Lauren's arm and forced it away. Conversations were meant to lead up to sex, not be a sideshow to it. "That's dessert, sweetie. This is the main course."
"I want you to feed on me! Isn't that all you want?! I thought Succubi were man-eating whores, not closet romantics!"
Saskia sat up. "High-class whores. Far too expensive for a slave to afford."
Lauren looked down. Despite herself, Saskia felt a little ashamed of the barb. She hated to see a grown human cry.
"Hey. I knew going into this that you and Bo had a complicated thing. I just wanted to help out. Take the edge off. But whatever you think having me feed on you will prove…"
"It'll make me feel free," Lauren said softly. Saskia missed when she'd been yelling. At least then, there'd been some emotion. Humans should have humanity. "The booze doesn't, this apartment doesn't, my work doesn't… I just want to feel free again. Like I did with her."
Saskia bit her lip. This was why she hated the morning after. So much conversation. Everyone's lives sucked when they weren't Succubi. "Okay. Okay. I'll feed off you and then I'll go, okay? You don't have to be a martyr about it. Sit down on the couch."
Lauren did. Saskia stood up and straightened herself out, gathering her poise. She walked over to Lauren, considering dropping into her lap like an aggressive stripper, but decided against it. Instead she hunched down like she was playing the butch lesbian again, facing Lauren head-on.
Lauren looked tired in the way only humans did, cut off from tradition and family and culture, having to carry the whole world on their own. Maybe that was why she'd fixated on Bo like that. Bo had shouldered the burden for a little while.
"Take off your panties," Saskia said.
"Why?"
"Because otherwise you'll need new ones."
Lauren chuckled darkly and skimmed her panties off, neither trying to conceal herself nor flaunting her nudity. Saskia felt ill at ease, like she was watching someone being prepped for surgery. She ran a hand across Lauren's face, trying to crowd out her ennui with pleasure. Lauren's eyes twitched, but she grabbed Saskia's hand.
"Just do it. Please."
Saskia winced. She leaned in, smiling in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. She'd done some charity cases before, just to feel good about herself for boosting some poor schmuck's self-confidence, but this was a brand new level of fucked up. Still, a meal was a meal.
"Close your eyes," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I can be her. Smell like her. Sound like her. Feel like her."
"That's not…" Lauren's eyes wavered. "I don't want to think about her."
"Yes you do." Saskia eased her back, slowly plying herself on top of Lauren, sending soothing waves of heat through their meeting flesh. "You want to wrap yourself up in thoughts of her. You want to be with her, not me. But you can't. You have to think of duty and reality. Not with me. With me, you can admit what you really want."
"What I want…" Lauren was pinned down now, wedged in place as Saskia writhed on top of her, beginning to get a buzz off the lust coiling within Lauren. She closed her eyes. "Bo…"
"I love you," Saskia replied in another's voice, and reaching into the beginnings of Lauren's orgasm, she fed…
"No!" Lauren pushed her away and Saskia went down, the connection broke, her lust fizzling like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her.
Saskia reared up on all fours, her eyes flashing. If this weren't Bo's friend, she would beat the sex drive out of them for a month. "What the hell is--"
Lauren was hunched over, crying, looking truly pathetic with her panties around her ankles. Drab, small tears, lacking even the energy for the kind of heaving sobs Lauren probably wanted to let loose.
Saskia got up, pulling a throw rug from a nearby chair and wrapping it around Lauren. She knew how humans got about their modesty.
"Thanks," Lauren sniffled.
"Right… I should go." Saskia grabbed the wine bottle and clapped it into Lauren's hands before making a beeline for the door. She stopped before she went through, both to give her clothes a little adjustment from "tramp" to "easy" and to say "Your loss. I could've done things to you Bo can't even pronounce." She turned the doorknob.
"You're not her," Lauren said firmly. It was the most sure about anything she'd sounded since Saskia had met her. "She was… open and caring and she wanted to show me how she felt about me. You can't top that."
"You've never had a threesome," Saskia replied on the way out.
***
"So what I'm saying," Kenzie was saying, "is that every guy wants to go out with a bang. So why not offer that?"
Bo tried to focus on putting the groceries away. As usual, Kenzie had been overjoyed to stuff their shopping cart, but was content to decrease their paper bag count only by emptying them directly into her mouth. "Because physician-assisted suicide should be done by Dr. Kevorkian, not Jenna Jameson."
"You wouldn't have to, you know, get to fourth with them. Just give him a handjob! Chestjob. Facejob. Whatever it is you do. Boom, free food!"
Kenzie reached deep into her bag and came up with a pint of Ben & Jerry's, which was ruthlessly snatched away by Saskia as she breezed through the kitchen.
"Oh, for me?" Saskia asked, grabbing a spoon. "Shouldn't have, doll, I might get the wrong idea."
Kenzie glared at Bo, who in turn glared at Saskia. "I thought I made it clear you weren't welcome here."
"Look at it from my perspective, Bo." Saskia enjoyed letting Bo wait while she smacked her lips on some Rocky Road. "You're young and naïve, so I forgive you for how pigheaded you're being. In time, you'll accept my friend request. But for now, there's a bit of succubus 101 you really need to know."
"What?" Kenzie asked. "Can she get a girl pregnant if they don't use protection?"
"It's about Lauren," Saskia replied, which shut them up.
Bo circled so she was close to the knife block. "What did you do to her?"
"Gadzooks, Bo, just because I'm a Dark Fae doesn't mean I'm Darth Vader. She's fine."
"What. Did. You do. To her?" Bo reiterated.
"I picked her up at a bar. I fed on her."
Bo's shock was written all over her face. She didn't even notice Kenzie walking out of the room. "Yeah," Kenzie said, "I think I'm going to let you two have some Succubi time, because this is so not my orientation."
She scampered.
Saskia set the ice cream down and got closer. "I didn't use my power on her, not for more than lube. She came willingly."
Bo had a hand on the counter, supporting herself like she'd just been punched in the gut. When she looked at Saskia, her chin was high, like a prize-fighter waiting for a blow. "So how was she? One through ten? What did you tick off, 'good lay, would fuck again'?"
"I wouldn't know," Saskia said. "She didn't go through with it."
Bo's eyes darted over Saskia's face, looking for a trace of deception. Saskia could see a note of hope straightening Bo's spine. "What are you talking about?"
"She didn't want me," Saskia continued. "Right species, wrong girl."
"So now you've come here to enroll us in couples therapy? I'm not in the mood, Saskia. Go tell her I'm not interested in someone who needs a form filled out in triplicate to go to bed with me."
Saskia rolled her eyes. "Bo, don't take this the wrong way, but you're being a child. And not a very bright child."
"Excuse me?"
"I know the Light Fae have been good to you, but they're not the Care Bears. If Lauren disobeyed, she'd be punished."
"I'm not worth being punished for?" Bo insisted.
"All you did was show up on his doorstep and the Ash made you fight for your life. What do you think he'd do to someone that pissed him off?"
Bo bit down on the inside of her cheek, clearly taking a moment to reassess the situation. Saskia knew it was painful, reliving the betrayal, picking at that scab, but there was no other way.
"Say you're right," Bo argued, looking up sharply. "That doesn't mean she had to—I liked her! A lot! And now I can't even see her without remembering that she… every time I try to be with someone I like, I get hurt. I lost my virginity to my first victim. Dyson can't even look at me some days. I thought Lauren would be different. I was ready to give her everything!"
Saskia folded her arms. "Look, take it up with her. I'm not her lawyer. I just came down here with a piece of advice. Succubi are pretty shallow, by and large. People look at us, Fae or human, all they see is what we can make them feel. There aren't a lot of people who look beyond that, who try to see us as we really are. But if I had someone like Lauren, I wouldn't let her go just because she made a bad call. Because all this hurt you're feeling now, it can only come from someone who can also make you feel amazing. If there's one thing you're going to learn from me, learn that."
Bo seemed to relax. A decision had been made. She looked at Saskia with steady eyes. "You came all the way here to tell me that."
"Well, and to hit on Kenzie. I just wanna see the faces she makes when she comes."
***
Kenzie wasn't very receptive to Saskia's advances, so the succubus let her off with a slap on the rump. Plenty of fish in the sea. She caught two and called it a night. The next three days she spent letting a new sugar daddy buy her shoes. She came home lugging a bag over her shoulder to find a package on her doorstep. After she opened the door, she kicked inside. After Cake Boss, she opened it.
Inside was a Versace bra and panty set, with a card in Lauren's handwriting. She had good penmanship for a doctor. It read "Thank you for your understanding, sorry about the panties. Hopefully this will make it up to you. Bo says you explained some things to her. I'll try to put in a good word for you too.
She came to my place the other day and said that if I wanted to explain myself, now was the time. I told her everything, trying not to put myself in too flattering a light. I even told her why I sold myself to the Ash. She kept asking me how I could get free. I've tried everything, but I mentioned a few options. She's convinced she can save the world. She left and said she needed to think. Five minutes later, she pounded on the door and the second I took the chain off, we were right back where we'd been before Vex. No offense, but I liked her openness better than your experience.
I know you care about Bo, but I don't want you to worry about me and her. I've decided that the next thing the Ash pits me against Bo, I'll side with her. I know the consequences. She's more important to me. Bo thinks she has a way of buying me back somehow… I'm afraid to ask. But if anyone can pull it off, she can.
I'm running out of space, so I'll try to be direct here, since I don't know the exact protocol for asking this in Succubi circles… or any circles.
Threesome?
Saskia closed the card and smirked to herself. She had a feeling Bo didn't know what she was getting herself into.
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Date: 2010-11-30 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 12:59 am (UTC)you will write more of this right?? right????
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Date: 2010-12-01 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 06:46 am (UTC)"I love her, but
Oh, Lauren, honey...love, already? You can do better. But I still ship it hard.
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Date: 2010-12-01 01:04 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed this. I'd love it if you wrote more Saskia...which is obviously a request, heh. :)
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Date: 2010-12-01 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 11:34 pm (UTC)1. It was like the little porno Saskia had just shot in her brain hadn't had any effect on her. ~ Lurve pokerface!Lauren.
2. "If there's one thing you're going to learn from me, learn that." ~ Saskia has her moments of sage advice.
And Lauren's note at the end? I hope you're not teasing? ;)
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Date: 2010-12-02 02:13 am (UTC)And this: Threesome? YES :DDDD
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Date: 2010-12-02 02:59 am (UTC)thank you for this awesome, awesome fic. Saskia is great and i really want her to spank (heh) some sense into Bo.
also, the threesome? i'm hanging onto the edge of my seat here! please write it!
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Date: 2010-12-09 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-08 08:21 am (UTC)This is wonderfully written. Clever and very delicious. Frustratingly enough I had just finished a chapter I was writing for Saskia, Bo, and Lauren and now I feel like I'm just copying you. Now I have to to dump a whole chapter and rewrite something else into it. Overall still glad I read this, it was whimsical at times and fantastic at every other point.
kudos!
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Date: 2014-05-27 09:15 am (UTC)Thank YOU very much for writing this absolutely sexy, spot-on characterised one-shot. It definitely was something I did not know I need (though I do have a soft spot for Aife/Lauren) And thank you also for the delicious ideas.
Now if only there was more Saska/Aife porn out there… :P