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43 Unicorn, Monday Night

This was not Bo's first trip around the Fandom block, which was why security officer or no, you were not going to catch her Saturday night in the middle of a pumping, grinding mass of overly hormonal teenagers. Which... pretty much described the island now, and if she had her way, you wouldn't be catching Bo here either. But...

Let's just say that Bo's suggestion to the Portalocity operator when he told her there were no open dimensional paths to anyplace or anyone she would usually flee to was... well, if he'd been here and willing to take it literally, Bo wouldn't be having to settle for a long bath behind the Chinese screens, a Pinot Noir, and an audiobook of 49 Tints of Ecru.

Read by the most obnoxious voice actor she could find, just in case the prose didn't shut down her libido on its own.

...Goddammit, when did Gilbert Gottfried get so hot?

[For an unexpected interloper who may or may not be the mayor, but open for calls and yellings-up-the-stairs as well! Aaaaaaand now NSFW.]

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You know, you could say a lot about Bo, but her taste in alcohol? It was great. Great enough that Tamsin was taking a swig straight out of the bottle as she wandered into the bathroom. She let the bottle dangle between her fingertips afterwards, tossing Bo-and-bathtub an idle glance.

"Ugh, this week."

Splashglub.

As you do when someone who shouldn't even be in your house suddenly pops up in your bathroom unannounced.

"The hell? How did you get in here?"

"Your door was unlocked," Tamsin explained. "...Well, it's unlocked now, anyway."

She took another sip of her drink. "I ran out of booze."

Bo sputtered a bit more and pushed sopping hair out of her face before asking, "You ran out of booze? How is that humanly possible?"

"Because I drank it all. Mostly last week," Tamsin said. She wandered towards the toilet and sat down. "Anyway, I thought, now I have to go to the bar! Except then I remembered I know this bartender who's living with another bartender..."

"And you just assumed we steal all the good hooch?"

Said the woman drinking probably-stolen hooch while Gilbert Gottfried whined on about butt-drawers in the background, but it was stolen hooch in a wine-glass, so it was classy, dammit.

"Yes?" Tamsin offered. She shrugged at Bo. "I would."

"There are so many things wrong with the idea that I would do anything you would do that I don't even know where to start."

Bo, honey... a troll. You did a troll. You have no room to talk. About anything. Ever.

Tamsin rolled her eyes. "What's a succubus doing hanging around a bathroom in a week like this anyway?" she said. "I thought you'd be rolling in it."

"On an island full of people who could die if I go ...rolling... around here?" Bo shook her head and sank back down into the bubbles a bit. "I barely know how to control things with humans on a good day, let alone when the island decides everybody needs to be blasting Barry White on my frequency 24/7."

"Aaaand as we established last time we chatted, half the island isn't actually humans," Tamsin said.

She stretched out her legs and took another long, nice sip from that bottle. What? Now she had booze and a show, since Bo hadn't told her to get out just yet.

Bo was kind of thinking of the how did you get in here as an implicit invitation to get the hell out, but also Bo was kind of drunk and not thinking especially clearly for obvious reasons even before she was kind of drunk.

"True, but I don't know which ones are which, mostly. Sadly my powers don't come with a built-in weirdo-detector."

"They just kicked you out of your universe without a how-to manual, didn't they?" Tamsin said. There was... some sympathy in there? Somewhere? Maybe?

She took a swig and added, "Though hey, if you want to bang, the human I used to bang whenever this happened skipped town a while ago."

Romantic.

"Better than that; gave me to human parents who thought I was too. Forget the manual; I didn't even come with a maker's mark." It took a moment for her substance and pollen addled brain to filter the rest of Tamsin's statement. Bo opened her eyes, but not much, as she peered across the bathroom at her guest. For certain definitions of the word. "Whuh?"

Romantic and eloquent.

Edited 2015-02-17 18:00 (UTC)

Tamsin would argue this was not her original plan, if simply because she'd figured Bo wouldn't be in the house when she came in. (Yeah, she'd planned to show up, take some of Bo's booze, and take off. Charming, she was.)

But hey. Bo was hot. Capital h-Hot, even.

She wouldn't even tell the Morrigan.

"Do. You. Want. To. Bang?" Tamsin repeated. "Fixes two problems, right?"

A slightly saner Bo might have echoed certain narrative observations about romance, but this one could only answer 'Do you want to bag' with, "Pretty much always."

Followed, admittedly, by "What's the other problem again?"

"My problem and your problem?" Tamsin said, getting up off the toilet seat and swaggering towards the tub.

~~BANG, DAMMIT. BO HAS ENTIRELY DIFFERENT ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS ABOUT BAGGING.~~

Frankly, from where Bo was sitting, Tamsin didn't look like she had much of any kind of a problem. Aside from maybe kleptoboozemania and the inability to knock.

"Same thing. That doesn't count as two." Bo shook her head, then stretched out her leg to nudge the mp3 player on the edge of the bath with one toe, until it crashed to the floor and was mercifully silent. "But that just solved another one, so I guess we're good."

"That was not sexy," Tamsin agreed. "Well, the guy wasn't, anyway." She set her bottle down by the foot of the bath, and then reached down to tug off her shirt.

Thus shirtless, she pushed her hands down on the edge of the bath and stepped in.

Sure, she could have taken her pants off first, too, but eh.

"Trust me, neither was the story. The main character lit--" Something something Bo was sure was worth complaining about but breasts. "Hi. Hello there. Hi."

"Hi," Tamsin said, matter-of-factly. "You know, here's a secret: I didn't actually come here to get laid. Originally, anyway."

She stretched out until she was leaning over Bo. "But you're really hot," she sighed. Most days, she would've worked a sarcastic crack in there somehow, but this worked right now.

"Thank you. Or fuck you." Ahem. "Or you know, both. Both is good."

Something wistful flickered across Tamsin's face. "Pretty eyes, too," she murmured. "Both brown and blue..."

But that was not something she was going to think about overmuch.

Instead, she'd much rather press her lips to Bo's, like so.

Well, not at the same *time*, that would just be weird, Bo thought but didn't say, because lips. And also breasts. Breasts were very good at remaining a because, especially now when they were so much closer to her fingers.

Bo was more than welcome to touch those. That was why Tamsin had taken her shirt off, and everything.

She cupped the back of Bo's head for leverage. Sucked on Bo's bottom lip. Mm, succubus kisses. This was a fantastic idea.

Bo concurred.

Enthusiastically.

The nice thing about having two hands was that you could do different things with them. At the same time, even. Like leave one where it was and wrap the other one up in somebody's glorious, magical blonde hair. (Even if you didn't know you were literally right about the magical part.)

Magical, Fae-biological-and-thus-inclined-to-behave-weirdly-in-some-situations, whatever you wanted to call it...

... it didn't really matter anyway.

You know what was also glorious? Tongue. And pressing her body down into Bo's a little more, even if the water made the whole thing weird.

Actually, the weird water thing was kinda nice.

"You know you're..." Something something something what? Something about ruining her pants, which some very very inactive part of Bo still managed to be concerned about because they were nice pants, and nice pants were not cheap when you didn't succubust the saleperson into giving you their employee discount.

But honestly with the tongue and the pressing, that all came out as a mostly inarticulate hum, along with maybe a bit of a bite.

Pffft. Tamsin made actual money now. She'd either buy a new one or steal one if she was feeling really contrary.

Besides, Bo was biting. She let out an appreciative groan and muttered something that might have been the word feisty.

On a similar note, you know who else had great boobs? Bo did.

Bo might have been a little vain for sharing that opinion but hey, they certainly felt great right now.

Feisty, though? Bo's involuntary snort at that was... probably still sexier than Gilbert Gottfried, at least? She slid one leg around to splash water at Tamsin's back. That it had the effect of yanking her closer was just a bonus.

Bo was sexier than Gilbert Gottfried, so a snort, she could just about get away with.

Tamsin let out an approving gasp, though now the pants were getting annoying. She'd have to deal with that situation soon. Soon, not now, because she was trailing kisses down Bo's neck right now. Busy, busy.

This would not be the first time Bo had the fleeting thought that she wished her powers included something useful like spontaneous pants disintegration in a non-figurative sense, rather than just...mind control, self-healing, super-strength, inexplicably advanced hand-to-hand combat skills and really amazing orgasms.

This wouldn't be the first time that fleeting thought was followed by the fleeting thought that okay, maybe she didn't have it so bad after all and she should maybe just shut up and use her fingers.

For the pants disintegration.

Eventually.

Whatever, the pants would go eventually. You know what, Tamsin was going to spend some more time and energy on those fantastic boobs instead. With her hands. The bath water was kind of a limitation for anything else.

She nipped at Bo's neck, then slid her tongue just a little further down. Mm.

Unlimited bathtime fun: one of the bonuses of frequently banging vampires.

Tamsin, however, more than made up for her need to breathe with other... "Christ!" talents.

You were not helping Bo focus on trying to help those pants disappear, T.

You know, Tamsin was going to get out of that bath any second and take those pants off and then drag you down the hall towards the nearest bed-shaped thing she could find.

Any second.

Aaaany second.

... had she mentioned Bo had awesome boobs? She was still kinda stuck on that.

Bo had noticed. Believe her, Bo had noticed. Nor was Bo actually complaining.

Except maybe about the lips. The hands could stay right where they were, thanks, but the mouth? That needed to wander back up here, please. Where there was another one waiting, with a few fae-specific talents of its own.

Aaaand there we had Bo laying on the succubus mojo. Not that Tamsin was going to complain. At all. It gave a nice buzz, made her feel all warm all over.

She sighed into it with satisfaction, eyes closed-- and then she was close enough to kiss again.

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