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strangetrip2017-03-01 07:17 pm
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[ Log ] Bioluminescent: Bo, Sam, x Molly
Molly comes upon Bo and Sam during a date and then joins them. Her magic causes problems and some truths come to light.
When: way back in February
Warning: NSFW at the end
They could just see past the guards into the garden. Blue, green, purple luminescence glowed from the darkened space behind them. The guards, lavender skinned, bald and tall with wrinkled foreheads and long, dangling earlobes efficiently blocked the space when they said, "You are not permitted beyond on this point," in a language that probably wasn't English but sounded like it for whatever reason.
Sam turned to look at Bo and shrugged. He could probably talk his way past the guards, but the way justice worked on this station, he didn't really want to risk saying the wrong thing accidentally.
Bo reached out and touched both the guards on their exposed arms with a smile. It was the most casual movement, but the guards shoulders suddenly relaxed. "Think maybe you could make an exception for me and my friend here?"
The guards nodded. The one who had spoke before spoke again with a hopeful and yearning expression, "Yeah, sure, anything for you. Want us to come with you?"
"Me too. But you guys need to stay here and protect everyone." Bo patted him on the shoulder and the guard nodded before stepping aside.
Bo flashed Sam a mischievous smile and stepped inside.
Sam lifted an eyebrow at her, but smiled and reached for her hand as they stepped past the guards. He didn't say anything until they were well out of earshot. "Are they going to come to and wonder why they did that or will it just seem natural?" It was curiosity, not judgment. Her succubus abilities were pretty neat and those guys didn't get hurt or even turned on enough for him to make him feel guilty about it.
Well, not very guilty. He'd done worse.
"Natural, I guess. They'll basically remember they did me a favour because I'm hot and made them feel good." She shrugged a bit, though not nonchalantly. "I guess it's technically used to subdue people for sex. That's how my mother used it on people. I only really use it to get information out of people when I'm working a case. They get this like, puppy love feeling, usually. Some people respond differently. Sometimes it's useful to help someone hurting to forget."
Sam thought about that for awhile, as he laced his fingers together with hers. "Sometimes when we con people, me and Dean, I feel guilty about it. I know I'm not hurting anyone and I have a good reason for doing it, but it feels wrong. Does it ever bug you?" He didn't sound bothered. It was just him learning about Bo.
"Most of the time the people I'm doing it do are jerks or bad people, so I don't mind when I do it to them." She squeezed his hand as they walked. "But sometimes... yeah. Especially when I do it to someone who's hurting because they'll feel better for a while, but eventually it'll wear off and whatever was bothering will still be there again, you know?"
Sam nodded and ran his thumb along the side of Bo's hand. "I feel a little guilty about whammying those guards. They were just doing their jobs, and we are sort of breaking in." He glanced at her along his shoulder and gave her a lopsided grin. "Not guilty enough not to enjoy it. Just spent a couple of years planning to be a lawyer."
"It's a stupid rule, though. Like when they used to make black people go to a different entrance or sit at the back of the bus." Bo had picked up on the fact this place was pretty racist quickly. It didn't endear the Ver to her very much.
"Civil disobedience." Of course he said it quietly, not wanting to alert anyone to their seditionist tendencies. "I like it. And you're right. This place is fucked up that way." But the bioluminescent garden was really beautiful. He tugged Bo a little closer to slip his arm around her. "I'm glad you found a way around it."
"That's kind of me in a nutshell." Civil Disobedience. Since the moment she entered the Fae world, she had been throwing out tradition after tradition when they didn't make sense or marginalized people. Like the whole 'claiming humans' thing.
As she walked, she leaned into his body a little, enjoying the contact. "I've never seen anything like this before." Her eyes followed over some bright flowers. "It's better than any movie I've seen."
"I saw something like it in a comic book once," Sam admitted, only slightly sheepish about it. Bo didn't care he was a nerd. "But it didn't capture the light at all." How much of a nerd did he really want to be in front of his ultra-cool girlfriend? Apparently 100% nerdy. "It reminds me of J.M.W. Turner's paintings." Also a kaleidoscope, but the stained glass type analogy was inevitable.
"Who?" Bo had absolutely no idea who that was, but she could at least assume he was a painter, probably. Much like when Kenzi made pop-culture references from movies, Bo was not 'in-the-know. Still, she actually wanted to hear the answer. She liked it when Sam talked about things he enjoyed.
"Turner was a British painter, around the same time as the Impressionists, you know, like Monet with the famous water lilies painting? He painted a lot of landscapes and seascapes, but mostly he was obsessed with trying to paint light. So most of his paintings have the sun behind and breaking through clouds, reflecting off water, that kind of thing." Turner wasn't one of Sam's favorites, but he'd always been impressed with his dedication.
Bo did know who Monet was, but her knowledge of paintings kind of ended there. Still, she couldn't help but smile as he spoke. It was obvious he had interest in art. "I'll have to see some of his work sometime. I bet it's really pretty." Her eyes moved over some rather large plants that looked like mushrooms.
Off in the distance was a gazebo type thing, though it looked metallic in nature and changed colour from time to time. She pulled him over in that direction. "You know, this is a first for me."
Pretty wasn't a word Sam would use. Most of the time, he didn't even really like Turner, but he couldn't deny his work was impressive. He didn't give it much more thought, though, because Bo was tugging on him, drawing him over toward a gazebo, and he was content to go wherever she wanted. "What is, bioluminescent gardens? Talking about art with a nerd?"
She laughed. "Both." She turned, walking backwards as they neared the gazebo to look at Sam with a wide smile. "Or even just a date, really." She had date nights with Dyson and Lauren, but they were usually at home things because everyone was so tired and ordering in and watching TV was easier than going out again. Plus going out would often mean running into some sort of trouble.
That surprised Sam, but it probably shouldn't have. He knew people didn't think about her feelings or treat her like they would some other woman, because of her being a succubus. But somehow he thought that if he'd managed a date or two, she must have also. It made him really glad that he hadn't suggested bringing Molly along for a get to know you this time.
He caught up with her in a few quick strides to take both of her hands in his. "I guess I've got my work cut out for me, making up for all the dates you've never had."
"Unless it's finding out who killed someone or plotting to over-throw some important Fae leader, I think it's safe to say you can probably close your eyes and pick one and I'll like it." She smiled wryly as they reached the gazebo. "But at least being in an alien garden is new for the both of us. Even playing field." She winked at him, then pulled her close to him. Surrounding the gazebo on most sides was a small pool with iridescent alien fish. "Think there's a law against kissing in public?"
"There isn't," Sam told her, smiling, as he smoothed a hand through her hair affectionately. "At least, it isn't in the Verinean law codes, which I know, because Steph ended up in jail and I had to help get her out." That didn't mean he rushed to kiss her, though. Sometimes he thought Bo needed the non-sexy part of being a girlfriend more than the sexy part, and he was determined to make sure she got to see his feelings in his eyes and in the shape of his smile first.
"Good to know they have some emotions." She had seen some of them in the station and they looked like they had a pole stuck up their butt. "I'm glad you managed to help get her out. Probably not a lot of fun being stuck in a space jail."
"To be honest, I doubt they even thought of it." He didn't know if any of the species on the station even did kissing. "But--" He grinned and leaned in to brush his mouth over hers. "--I'm all for taking advantage of their oversight."
"Mm... you being a bad boy like this is kind of a turn on, Sam Winchester." Bo spoke against his lips, feeling the nice tug of arousal mixing with the playfulness of their coyness. She squeezed his hand tightly. The truth was, being here made Bo feel lighter than she normally did.
Sam wound an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him and kissed her gain. "I thought dates where firmly in 'good boy' territory." What he meant to say was something along the lines of wanting to make this a date and not a prelude to sex. Instead, because he didn't really know how to say that in a way that wouldn't sound bad, he drew her down into the grass-like plants to rest where they could rest and stare at the bioluminescence.
"You don't think bad boys take people out on dates? Didn't that guy from Grease take the girl out on one?" She hadn't paid 100% attention to the movie when Kenzi forced her to watch it, but she had gotten the gist.
"Yeah, but then he tried to grope her breast and she slammed the car door on his hand." Sam had paid some attention when Jess made him watch it. Not tons, but enough to remember that. "And he ended up stranded at the drive-in, branded as a fool." He did not add 'what will they say, Monday at school?' even though he could hear it in his head and that scared him.
She smiled wryly at his response. "I didn't know you enjoyed musicals and John Travolta."
"I--" Sam kissed her quickly. "Don't--" He kissed her again, harder. "Enjoy musicals--" He rolled her to her back and leaned over her. "--or John Travolta." The bitchface he gave her had no bite to it and he after he added, "Jess loved it," he went back to kissing her as though musicals had never been mentioned.
* * *
Just when Sam was thinking they might have to risk worse than a citation for public display of affection, a concert started up. They stopped making out to listen to the alien-but-familiar sounds, and sat with Bo leaning against his chest and his arm around her. "Not my usual taste, but not bad. It's interesting." He thought it might be atonal, or at least part of it might be.
"Kenzi would totally be into this right now." She said it with almost a sigh, but being here with Sam made up for her missing her best friend.
The first time that Molly had gone to the garden, it had been because she was told she couldn't get in. It had been the challenge, and maybe a way to see if alien minds were the same and she could get in. This time, it was because it had been so beautiful, like nothing she'd ever seen. The emotions that she felt with others around her was calm, unlike other parts of the station and certainly different than the Inn. It wasn't quite the fortress of solitude as her room was, but it was the next best thing.
When the music began to play, she let it become white noise in the background, and just enjoyed the flowers. Molly hadn't been really paying a lot of attention to where she was going or the people around her, until she got closer to the gazebo and she noticed a couple in there enjoying the music. She moved to change direction so that she wouldn't interrupt and that's when she noticed it was Sam with Bo. Her feet stopped despite what her brain said and she just watched them, not in a voyeuristic way, but curious. It looked like a typical date night and she really didn't want to interrupt that. She turned to leave them on their own and stepped on a fallen branch that just her luck made a crack sound at the very moment there was a pause in the music. Well, hell.
The crack of something, like a branch beneath someone's feet, caught Sam's attention and he was immediately alert, turning to look for the source. It wasn't that he expected trouble, just a habit. When his gaze came to rest on Molly, he smiled and then looked back to Bo with an eyebrow raised. He'd come with her, but it might be a good time to all be together for a little while. It was up to Bo.
Bo followed Sam's gaze. She smiled and shrugged in a 'sure' gesture. "The more the merrier." Her motto for a lot of things, really.
Sam waved to Molly and beckoned her over. "C'mere, Molls."
Bo smiled to her as well. "Pretty good acoustics over here."
Molly knew, yeah she cheated, that they were genuinely okay with her interrupting their date night. She still felt bad about doing it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys." She moved to join them with a smile.
"Don't worry about it." When Molly sat, Sam put an arm around her and gave her a quick hug. His other hand still held Bo's. "Are you here alone?"
"If you aren't, you should ditch them. We're cooler." Bo joked, though maybe meant it a little. "Or they can join us too." Most people at the Inn were enjoyable to hang around.
"Just me." Molly admitted, "I came here before and really liked the vibe so I came back to just explore." She glanced at them both, "it's emotionally quiet here." Molly assumed that Sam had told Bo that she was an empath.
"She's not an ascetic or anything," Sam said, teasing them both lightly, because of course he hadn't told Bo anything about Molly except the parts Bo could figure out from talking to her, and that he loved her. He met Molly's gaze after and said quietly, "Remember how I didn't want to share anyone's secrets by accident? That includes yours."
Bo was a little confused as she looked between them, but it wouldn't be the first time she was confused when it came to other people and their abilities. She knew enough to know Molly wasn't a normal human. She was okay with that, too, as it meant Sam was keeping his word about being private and she respected that.
"I'll try to be as quiet as I can." She smiled back, half in jest since she had no idea what that really meant.
Molly knew that Sam kept things very close to the chest about others, but she'd just assumed since it wasn't a secret about her abilities, he would have shared that with Bo. She smiled at Bo and shook her head, "not that kind of quiet, I'm an empath. I feel what others are feeling. The Inn can be ... really hard sometimes. Not as bad as Chicago, but it can be a pain in the ass." Molly just didn't know what others were feeling, she felt it with them. The anguish, the joys, the heartbreak, it was like it happened to her.
"So.. you feel everything?" She tried to calculated all the times she had been around Molly and what she had been feeling. She wondered if she could feel the constant subtle state of arousal she was always in. Could she feel it now?
"Wow. That's... that's rough."
"Yeah it sucks." Molly had to agree with Bo, "but I also cheat. It's an easy way to call bullshit on people, but it's also an easy way to get to know someone quicker. It can cut through all the posturing of assholes and gets to the heart of them." She made a face, "but it can also cause a perfect storm of emotions with me feeding off the people around me emotions. Good points and bad points all around."
Sam was, he realized, pretty protective of Molly, because he was tense until Bo recognized that was hard on her. He smiled at Bo and slid a hand through Molly's hair. And then made a face. "Okay, so, this is weird. Not to derail, but like... how do I do this when you're both here? Do I just act like I would normally? Are you guys both okay with that?"
If Bo knew Molly more, she'd have just leaned over and kissed her, but as it was, they had basically just met for the second time. Bo did laugh though.
"Relax, Sam. You'd already know if we had a problem because we wouldn't have said yes to this in the first place." You didn't agree to share your boyfriend, but then get upset when he acted on it. Though she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't get turned on if he started making out with Molly.
As Molly said, sometimes she cheated. She felt exactly what Bo and Sam felt, along with the others in the garden but because they were the closest, it was the strongest. "Take it from me, Sam. We are both okay with it." She winked at him. "It's my superpower." Her gaze met Bo's though Molly made sure that she didn't focus on her eyes. "I think we're all good with everyone acting as they normally would."
"Okay." Sam was smiling again, mostly because this was ridiculous and how had he ended up with both of these amazing women. There'd be times when he'd be freaking out about both of them dying because they were connected to him, but right now, he was having trouble believing this was happening. "Um, not to be all stereotypically guy about it, but since you're both bisexual, I'm totally okay if this becomes an actual three-way thing. And I don't mean just the sex part."
Well that was news. Bo didn't like to speculate on how someone swung, but it was always a nice confirmation when you learned that someone you thought was hot much actually be bed-able. It was hard not to imagine her mouth on Molly's mouth, or her neck, or - Sam really shouldn't have said three-way, even though she knew what he had meant. Her eyes trailed along the curves of Molly for a moment before her attention turned to Sam otherwise she'd definitely get distracted. "I don't think they call the non-sex part a threeway, Sam."
As soon as Bo reacted to Sam's news, Molly reacted to Bo. There was a familiarity to the reaction, like how she felt, though not near as intense, as she did when she was by Thomas. A sexual energy she always had to guard against, or she would have got swept up in it. Molly had always been susceptible to that type of energy since she discovered puberty. With a White court vampire it was that much more intense, especially since she'd also developed her empathy. Unlike with Thomas, Molly let herself be wrapped in the emotions of both Sam and Bo. It was a trust given to both.
"I'm good with the term poly. Sex or non-sex." Molly offered with amusement.
"Poly," Sam repeated, only blushing a little, because somehow when it was Bo and Molly, it wasn't so much embarrassing as arousing. "Okay, so we're poly. And somehow that means that neither of you is going to get mad or jealous if you see me with the other one." He held out his hands to both sides, taking one of each of theirs. "I don't mean to be a dolt about this, it's just that I don't want to fuck it up. I'm still having trouble convincing myself it's not cheating somehow."
Bo squeezed his hand with hers. "It's only cheating if you go outside the agreed upon rules." Which there were little off so it was probably easy not to screw up, really.
Suddenly there was a loud 'pop' and fireworks, or what looked like them, started to appear. When Bo looked closer, it looked as if it were all digital, somehow, which made sense considering they were in a large space ship essentially and explosives were no doubt a big no-no. It was very pretty, though.
Molly was distracted by both Bo and Sam that she wasn't paying attention to her magical shield. It had been on constantly since arriving at the space station and while it can wear on her, she also had her rings that always stored kinetic energy that helped replenish magical energy that was needed. She dragged her gaze away from Sam and Bo to look up at the 'sky' to the fireworks. That was when there was a boom that was timed to the pretty white sparkle fireworks. "Uh, I don't think that was part of the show."
To add insult to injury, the fire sprinklers began to rain down water. At least Molly hoped it was water and not some chemical.
Sam heard the boom and felt the first sprinkles of what was probably not water but a chemical fire suppressant. It didn't seem to be burning his skin, but it also didn't seem to be doing a particularly good job killing the electric sparks jumping from one section of the roof beams to another. "Molls, is that you?"
He glanced at her and caught the guilt in her expression. "So, Bo," he said as he got to his feet and started helping Molly up. "Molly's magic doesn't mix well with technology if her shields start failing. I'm guessing us being all poly screwed things up. But it's probably time to get out of here, maybe off the space station?"
Bo didn't need to be told twice. She really didn't understand what was going on, even after Sam explained, except that Molly's magic was not good with technology and if she had time to think about it - was still not the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced.
People were headed to the exits, some more orderly than others. People always responded to situations so differently. Trick would probably have something to say about that. "Okay, come on."
As they started to head out of the garden, a young woman seemed to slip on the chemical that was now covering the ground. Her companion stopped to help her, but at the same time there was a creaking sound and Bo saw something fall from the ceiling and the young woman and her companion were still trying to get up. She swore under her breath and hurried over, helping woman up, but that was the only time she had and she felt something hard and big hit her.
It was a moment later she opened her eyes and she realized she was pinned and her body ached. She tried to move, but she could only shift herself a little. Back on the ground, she could only look up which was distracting considered there was still chemical stuff raining down. Gross. She probably ingested some of that - that was her sort of luck. Bo tried to move again. She could taste copper in her mouth and for sure there were some broken ribs. Dammit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. This was why Molly shouldn't have come aboard the space station but there was no way she was going to pass up an opportunity to live like a Sci Fi chick. It had gone so well the first time but that was beside the point. She needed to either get the hell off the station before more shit happened or... That was when Molly saw that Bo took a hit. A really bad hit and all other options were gone. She glanced at Sam before quickening her pace to get to Bo and the other women. "Shit, I don't know if using magic to help will make it worse or not." She meant try to adjust the gravity to make the beam lighter. It was a reversal of the spell she used to make giant holes by increasing gravity, but if her magic made more problems for the space station, then...
"Shit." Sam was right beside Molly -- for a few seconds, before his stride opened up to a jog. There wasn't time to explain to Molly that he could heal Bo. All he could do was say, "Put your shields up, Molls. We can't risk anyone else," as he touched her arm on his way past.
He dropped to his knees beside Bo and bent over to kiss her. "Take what you need," he urged her as he sealed their mouths together, and tried to preserve the feeling of panic to fuel psychokinesis when she was healed enough to help.
Bo knew she couldn't heal entirely from feeding on Sam this way, but she could get enough to have strength to push it off enough to climb out, probably. When he kissed her, she kissed him back, pulling on his chi as she did. Her eyes turned a bright blue as she fed from Sam, feeling the energy rush into her, temporarily fortifying her. She felt the urge to feed more, to draw more out of him, but what she really needed to heal was sex. She could feel she was probably bleeding internally.
Her hand let go of Sam's neck - somehow it had found its way there - and she started to push at the debris on her. This time it was budging. She couldn't move it entirely, but she could probably move it enough for Sam to pull her own from underneath.
Shields were slammed up tight like when she'd visited her father in Intensive Care Unit. Her fingers came up to rub at the jewelry to grab more energy to slam into it. Her attention was focused on making sure nothing else happened that when a wave of sexual energy washed over her, it almost sent Molly to her knees. It was the exact same thing that she felt when she was around Thomas and her head whipped around to see if she could see if there was White Court there. It was a stupid reaction, she knew they probably weren't but that didn't stop her.
When she focused to find the direction it was coming from she was shocked to see that it was Bo and Sam. Then confusion replaced shock until she saw the light of Bo's eyes and the very light stream of..... was that Sam's soul? Was she feeding on Sam like a White Court? Molly felt her muscles tighten in protective anger, mama bear was about to protect -- . Sam's concern stopped Molly in her tracks. There were so many conflicting emotions running through her that it was hard for her to distinguish between what she felt and what others were feeling.
There was only one way to find out and that was to get in the thick of it. Molly came up beside the debris where Bo and Sam were. The sexual heat was palpable and Molly had to concentrate hard to ignore it. Most of her energy was going toward her shields and what was left was stopping herself from grabbing the nearest body - male or female - and pushing them against the closest hard surface. "Do we need a doctor?"
"No." Sam shook his head, trying to clear the sex-fog from it. Trying not grab Bo and fuck her healthy again. Or grab Molly and just plain fuck her. His hard dick bent almost double from the instant arousal and he shoved his hand into his pants, and almost jerked it instead of just rearranging the furnishings. He forced himself to take his hand out of his jeans and fought off a blush from behaving like a fifteen year-old boy in an R-rated film.
Sex with Bo always made his head swim. Succubus, so go figure. But this was different. Different even than other times she'd needed to feed to heal. This... he'd do anything, if she'd just keep kissing him. So he kissed Molls, instead. It made sense at the time, and hey, it worked. Even just the quick press of his lips to Molly's (the taste of love instead of lust, although he loved Bo, too) cleared him enough to say, "Just help Bo lift up so I can pull her out. She'll be all right until we can get to somewhere with a little more privacy."
Bo pushed at the debris. "It's okay, I'll just wait here." She tried to joke, her voice strained from pushing with her strength. She was stronger than an average human, but she wasn't the Hulk either. The debris shifted a little, but not enough, and damn did it ever hurt as she did it.
Bo's sense of humor helped Molly scratch her way to the surface of the emotions. She turned from Sam and focused on Bo, which helped, though not by much because all she could see in her mind's eye was Sam and Bo kissing. Molly shook her head to clear the vision and reached down to tug on the beam. Thanks to helping her mother make her dad's armor, Molly was a lot stronger than she looked. "I got this. Well with some help." She flashed a quick smile and tugged on the beam moving it out of the way as much as she could, so Sam could pull Bo out from underneath it.
In spite of what he'd said to Molly, Sam's pulse pounded in his ears and the noise from the crowd bled away into a droning buzz like a horde of bees. "Don't try to hold it," he gritted out through closed teeth and hooked his hands beneath Bo's shoulders. When he could see their fingers weren't curled round the beams, he summoned up the psychokinesis that came most easily in moments of anger and fear and forced the beam away from them.
It cleared both Bo and the one she'd been helping, nothing so obvious as hurtling through the air, but shuddering a few inches and then a few more in spurts that might have been mistaken for Molly or Bo or him or anyone else moving it. He wished he could claim he was being unobtrusive, but in truth, the power was unreliable at best, and as soon as he had Bo free, it stopped.
"Molls, can you do something like a support cast with forcefields? I think her ribs are broken and we need to get out of here now."
"I'm fine, really." Bo climbed to her feet and her body felt like it was on fire. Ow. She held her arm against her stomach and was breathing heavily, but she could walk through the pain.
"Ut oh, she has memory loss." Molly tried to lighten the mood. "You totally forgot that I can feel exactly what you're feeling." Which meant Molly was in pain as well, but she knew it was a fake message so she could easily ignore it. "I've never done such delicate forcefield work, but I can give it a shot. I'd take away your feeling of pain so you don't feel it, but in this case we need to know if it gets worse."
Molly pulled on her energy and like the delicate wards that she wove around her room, she wove a field around Bo's ribs. It would feel as if she had a bandage around her ribcage without actually having a bandage.
* * *
It took a little bit of fancy talking to get them past the guards and avoid being questioned about the incident. Fortunately it was the kind of fancy talking Sam had gotten a lot of experience at over the years. They'd been seen helping, so he made sure to point that out and then led them quickly out and to the elevator.
There, he looked at Bo, brows drawn in concern. "Can you wait until we get back or should we--" He left open whether 'we' would be just him and Bo, or him and Molly and Bo, by not shutting her out of the conversation. "Get a room in Paidia?"
That was definitely a new, but not un-welcomed feeling when Molly did her magic and she felt the support. It was a still a little hard to breathe, but at least she didn't want to throw up when she walked.
Bo's eyes looked from Sam to Molly. She knew what her body wanted. The urge to feed and heal was strong, but she wasn't sure if feeding on someone who had no idea was a good idea, or if Molly would even accept it, and while most of her race just took what they needed from someone, Bo was different. She tried to think as she walked slowly, but steadily. "I can wait" Her body was screaming at her to say otherwise. She almost felt a pang of anger rush through her.
Mostly Bo was worried about the station malfunctioning more if they didn't get Molly away from it for a while.
Molly knew that Bo was hurting and she wondered if the reason she was reluctant to use Sam as she had before had to do with Molly. "Sam, you guys find a room, Bo needs help. I can take it from here, make sure everyone's out and okay. The field around Bo's ribcage will stay until I release it, and it won't feel doubled if you put a real bandage on it." She looked between the two, "it'll be okay. My shields are up and strong. I'll see you back at the Inn."
Sam looked from Bo to Molly and felt a rush of love for both women, but especially Molly in that moment. "You can release the field in 20 minutes," he told her, reached out with his free hand to touch her hand and meet her gaze. "We'll be fine. I'll find you and explain everything later." I love you.
* * *
"Take what you need," he told Bo again as soon as the door closed behind them to the luxury room they'd gotten at Paidia. And because he knew what was coming, he made it easy for her, put his own back to the door and dragged her up against him for the first kiss. He knew she'd need sex and possibly a lot of it, but right now her ribs were still at least cracked and she was bleeding internally. He could take the first few jolts from the body-slamming of sexual aggression for her.
The moment she was given permission, Bo's whole demeanour was dominate sexuality. Her need for survival mixed with her constant need for him and she needed him now and fast and hard.
Bo's mouth found his, hungry and hard. Her hands moving up and over his massively hard chest to where his collar was and she pulled at the fabric until it tore and gave way, leaving Sam barechested against the door. Despite the pain, Bo pushed her body against his and pulled against his chin as she deepened the kiss.
Eyes bright blue, Bo's hands moved down to his pants and began to unbuckle them. She needed him inside her now like he was oxygen.
"It's fine. I didn't need that," Sam said against her mouth, the humor lost between fierce, biting kisses. His hands mirrored hers, went to her jeans and did what he could to get them off. She'd need to get her shoes off and step out of them, but so would he. So it was fine.
Fine, totally fine that they were fumbling with clothes like teenagers, but not fast enough. He bounced them off the door, took them to the bed, and pushed Bo face down over it. There, no one needed out of their shoes. He just needed the condom out of his back pocket (with Bo, putting them in a wallet led to temptations), which he got, ripped open, shoved onto his dick (super-hard, no waiting), and then lifted Bo's hips enough that even with her pants still on, he could slide right into her.
Her kisses were, perhaps, a little more intense than normal. This was the first time that she had been injured so badly and needed to heal with Sam. Bo's primal desire for self-preservation was through the roof and it came out from every little tug and kiss.
Her breathing was laboured and when Sam bent her over, her skin around her abdomen was dark, suggesting internal bleeding. She was bruised in many places.
When Sam thrust into her, she let out a loud, needy moan and pushed her hips back against him, naturally drawing on his sexual energy as she encouraged him harder and deeper.
Knowing how injured she was, Sam cringed at the way she pushed at him. It had to hurt, even if she was healing from it. He told himself to stop judging her by human standards and just give her what she needed, fucking as hard and as deep as their clothing would let him. Deep enough that he could feel the head of his cock against her cervix. But then she started feeding and he lost all restraint and even all thought of restraint and just took her like an animal, rutting hard, without any attention to her pleasure.
The good thing about being a succubus is that while foreplay and other extra attention was fantastic, you didn't need it to orgasm like most women. Bo gripped the bed sheets so hard her knuckles almost went white and her moaning was almost feral. But the more she fed, the most Sam thrust in her, slowly the dark-hued blotches on her began to lighten.
With the hard-on he'd been suffering since he kissed her in the garden and the feeding, Sam finished fast. Probably too fast for Bo to get what she needed, but stamina was never a problem. He pulled out and immediately slid three fingers into her to keep her going while he struggled to get her shoes off and take her pants and panties with them.
Bo tried to help, but his fingers were distracting. She swore breathily and wished her pants were much more rip-able. While leather was hot, it wasn't practical for removing. Finally, though, she felt her legs freed from her clothing and she turned to face him and ignoring how her body lit up with pain as she did. She sat up to plant another hot, needy kiss on his lips, her fingers digging into him. Her body writhed against him as she managed to whisper through heated, heavy breaths, "Want you. Now."
Sam was about to protest that he couldn't, but a glance down showed his dick was responding to her pheromones even faster than his brain. He laughed, hot and husky, and managed, "As you wish," before he joined her on the bed. His fingertips trailed her fading bruises worriedly. "You want on top?" Because maybe it would be safer for her if she controlled the motion. Not that she wouldn't heal, but healing without causing more damage would be better.
Bo liked being bottom and being top. Bo liked being sideways too. There wasn't a lot of positions Bo didn't enjoy, truth be told.
In response, she maneuvered herself so she could playfully push Sam down onto the bed and straddle him. He was right in the sense she could go the tempo she needed to, though her body ached while she moved - the whole feeling not entirely different from moments back home when she got badly hurt in a fight and needed to heal. Even so, as she felt him slip inside of her, she let out a loud sigh of desire like when you drank from cold, refreshing water in the heat of the day. Blue eyes on him and palms pressed against his impressively hard chest, Bo moved her hips up and down, hard and intense, but not at the same speed as he did previously.
"Hey," Sam said to her as softly as he could in the midst of well...this. He swept his hands down her arms in slower strokes, soothing as much as he could. "It's okay. You're okay." Because when she got like this, there was always this weird tinge of guilt in her need and he didn't want her to feel that. Not with him. Probably she wasn't feeling it right then, but she would later, and he wanted her to remember that he'd made this his choice.
Not that he was likely to be doing a whole lot more thinking with her riding him like this, but he could try. So he did. He reached up to cup her face and draw her back down into a kiss. "Be with me. Let me give this to you." Instead of her having to take it.
Be with me was what drew in Bo the most and it pulled a soft moan from her against his lips. She felt the rush of warmth fill her chest and while it still swirled before running down between her legs, it was a slower sort of flow that almost made her weak at the knees. After a moment, Bo's hips began to rock again, still long and strong, but at a pace they could both enjoy.
Sam enjoyed sex with Bo no matter the pace, but at this one, he could cup her breasts in his hands, or splay his hands around her hips and help her move, or run his hands up her arms and drag her back down into kiss after kiss to keep her rhythm too off to let her come. Instead, he brought her close, thumb working her clit like he was demanding it right now and then stopping to get his hand behind her and slide as many of his sloppy fingers into her ass as she could take, and then pulled her down to suck and bite at her nipples until she whined and her arousal slicked him from groin to mid-thigh.
The more he gave her, the more they moved together, the more he kept mixing it up to produce loud moans and exhales of desire - the more Bo healed. The cuts and bruises were long gone and what had been a scary dark black and purple festering bruise on her abdomen was barely visible now. "Sam... Sam." Even with his tactics of delay, there was only so much she could take. The intensity of her feed always came just before her orgasm and there was a moment she felt her entire body seemed suddenly wholly itself again and then the waves of the orgasm came crashing down around her. Bo was loud and she bucked and rode through the orgasm as best she could.
She tightened around him in one beat and in the next, Sam felt his energy streaming from him to her and everywhere it pulled he came. From the middle of his chest, and the middle of his fingertips, the center of his forehead and along his solar plexus. He couldn't see the energy and he didn't literally ejaculate from his third eye but jesusfuckingchrist he might as well have. By the time she'd slipped to her orgasm, Sam had spent and now lay all but passed out beneath her, murmuring, "Bo, love you, Bo..."
She collapsed on him, fully healed and contented and calmed. Bo shifted so she was no longer in top of Sam, but beside him and nuzzled into him, head on chest, not wanting to move any farther from him. "I love you too, Sam." She could heart his racing heartbeat. Lately that word with him was a lot easier to say, and that was nice.
Sam used the last of his strength and most of his remaining consciousness to lift a hand to stroke her hair. "Sleep," he mumbled. "Talk tomorrow." And then he promptly fell asleep.
Bo didn't normally get as tired as Sam, but she had part of a space station crash down around her at that was enough to make a girl pretty tired. She kissed his shoulder and then closed her eyes, eventually finding sleep herself.
When: way back in February
Warning: NSFW at the end
They could just see past the guards into the garden. Blue, green, purple luminescence glowed from the darkened space behind them. The guards, lavender skinned, bald and tall with wrinkled foreheads and long, dangling earlobes efficiently blocked the space when they said, "You are not permitted beyond on this point," in a language that probably wasn't English but sounded like it for whatever reason.
Sam turned to look at Bo and shrugged. He could probably talk his way past the guards, but the way justice worked on this station, he didn't really want to risk saying the wrong thing accidentally.
Bo reached out and touched both the guards on their exposed arms with a smile. It was the most casual movement, but the guards shoulders suddenly relaxed. "Think maybe you could make an exception for me and my friend here?"
The guards nodded. The one who had spoke before spoke again with a hopeful and yearning expression, "Yeah, sure, anything for you. Want us to come with you?"
"Me too. But you guys need to stay here and protect everyone." Bo patted him on the shoulder and the guard nodded before stepping aside.
Bo flashed Sam a mischievous smile and stepped inside.
Sam lifted an eyebrow at her, but smiled and reached for her hand as they stepped past the guards. He didn't say anything until they were well out of earshot. "Are they going to come to and wonder why they did that or will it just seem natural?" It was curiosity, not judgment. Her succubus abilities were pretty neat and those guys didn't get hurt or even turned on enough for him to make him feel guilty about it.
Well, not very guilty. He'd done worse.
"Natural, I guess. They'll basically remember they did me a favour because I'm hot and made them feel good." She shrugged a bit, though not nonchalantly. "I guess it's technically used to subdue people for sex. That's how my mother used it on people. I only really use it to get information out of people when I'm working a case. They get this like, puppy love feeling, usually. Some people respond differently. Sometimes it's useful to help someone hurting to forget."
Sam thought about that for awhile, as he laced his fingers together with hers. "Sometimes when we con people, me and Dean, I feel guilty about it. I know I'm not hurting anyone and I have a good reason for doing it, but it feels wrong. Does it ever bug you?" He didn't sound bothered. It was just him learning about Bo.
"Most of the time the people I'm doing it do are jerks or bad people, so I don't mind when I do it to them." She squeezed his hand as they walked. "But sometimes... yeah. Especially when I do it to someone who's hurting because they'll feel better for a while, but eventually it'll wear off and whatever was bothering will still be there again, you know?"
Sam nodded and ran his thumb along the side of Bo's hand. "I feel a little guilty about whammying those guards. They were just doing their jobs, and we are sort of breaking in." He glanced at her along his shoulder and gave her a lopsided grin. "Not guilty enough not to enjoy it. Just spent a couple of years planning to be a lawyer."
"It's a stupid rule, though. Like when they used to make black people go to a different entrance or sit at the back of the bus." Bo had picked up on the fact this place was pretty racist quickly. It didn't endear the Ver to her very much.
"Civil disobedience." Of course he said it quietly, not wanting to alert anyone to their seditionist tendencies. "I like it. And you're right. This place is fucked up that way." But the bioluminescent garden was really beautiful. He tugged Bo a little closer to slip his arm around her. "I'm glad you found a way around it."
"That's kind of me in a nutshell." Civil Disobedience. Since the moment she entered the Fae world, she had been throwing out tradition after tradition when they didn't make sense or marginalized people. Like the whole 'claiming humans' thing.
As she walked, she leaned into his body a little, enjoying the contact. "I've never seen anything like this before." Her eyes followed over some bright flowers. "It's better than any movie I've seen."
"I saw something like it in a comic book once," Sam admitted, only slightly sheepish about it. Bo didn't care he was a nerd. "But it didn't capture the light at all." How much of a nerd did he really want to be in front of his ultra-cool girlfriend? Apparently 100% nerdy. "It reminds me of J.M.W. Turner's paintings." Also a kaleidoscope, but the stained glass type analogy was inevitable.
"Who?" Bo had absolutely no idea who that was, but she could at least assume he was a painter, probably. Much like when Kenzi made pop-culture references from movies, Bo was not 'in-the-know. Still, she actually wanted to hear the answer. She liked it when Sam talked about things he enjoyed.
"Turner was a British painter, around the same time as the Impressionists, you know, like Monet with the famous water lilies painting? He painted a lot of landscapes and seascapes, but mostly he was obsessed with trying to paint light. So most of his paintings have the sun behind and breaking through clouds, reflecting off water, that kind of thing." Turner wasn't one of Sam's favorites, but he'd always been impressed with his dedication.
Bo did know who Monet was, but her knowledge of paintings kind of ended there. Still, she couldn't help but smile as he spoke. It was obvious he had interest in art. "I'll have to see some of his work sometime. I bet it's really pretty." Her eyes moved over some rather large plants that looked like mushrooms.
Off in the distance was a gazebo type thing, though it looked metallic in nature and changed colour from time to time. She pulled him over in that direction. "You know, this is a first for me."
Pretty wasn't a word Sam would use. Most of the time, he didn't even really like Turner, but he couldn't deny his work was impressive. He didn't give it much more thought, though, because Bo was tugging on him, drawing him over toward a gazebo, and he was content to go wherever she wanted. "What is, bioluminescent gardens? Talking about art with a nerd?"
She laughed. "Both." She turned, walking backwards as they neared the gazebo to look at Sam with a wide smile. "Or even just a date, really." She had date nights with Dyson and Lauren, but they were usually at home things because everyone was so tired and ordering in and watching TV was easier than going out again. Plus going out would often mean running into some sort of trouble.
That surprised Sam, but it probably shouldn't have. He knew people didn't think about her feelings or treat her like they would some other woman, because of her being a succubus. But somehow he thought that if he'd managed a date or two, she must have also. It made him really glad that he hadn't suggested bringing Molly along for a get to know you this time.
He caught up with her in a few quick strides to take both of her hands in his. "I guess I've got my work cut out for me, making up for all the dates you've never had."
"Unless it's finding out who killed someone or plotting to over-throw some important Fae leader, I think it's safe to say you can probably close your eyes and pick one and I'll like it." She smiled wryly as they reached the gazebo. "But at least being in an alien garden is new for the both of us. Even playing field." She winked at him, then pulled her close to him. Surrounding the gazebo on most sides was a small pool with iridescent alien fish. "Think there's a law against kissing in public?"
"There isn't," Sam told her, smiling, as he smoothed a hand through her hair affectionately. "At least, it isn't in the Verinean law codes, which I know, because Steph ended up in jail and I had to help get her out." That didn't mean he rushed to kiss her, though. Sometimes he thought Bo needed the non-sexy part of being a girlfriend more than the sexy part, and he was determined to make sure she got to see his feelings in his eyes and in the shape of his smile first.
"Good to know they have some emotions." She had seen some of them in the station and they looked like they had a pole stuck up their butt. "I'm glad you managed to help get her out. Probably not a lot of fun being stuck in a space jail."
"To be honest, I doubt they even thought of it." He didn't know if any of the species on the station even did kissing. "But--" He grinned and leaned in to brush his mouth over hers. "--I'm all for taking advantage of their oversight."
"Mm... you being a bad boy like this is kind of a turn on, Sam Winchester." Bo spoke against his lips, feeling the nice tug of arousal mixing with the playfulness of their coyness. She squeezed his hand tightly. The truth was, being here made Bo feel lighter than she normally did.
Sam wound an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him and kissed her gain. "I thought dates where firmly in 'good boy' territory." What he meant to say was something along the lines of wanting to make this a date and not a prelude to sex. Instead, because he didn't really know how to say that in a way that wouldn't sound bad, he drew her down into the grass-like plants to rest where they could rest and stare at the bioluminescence.
"You don't think bad boys take people out on dates? Didn't that guy from Grease take the girl out on one?" She hadn't paid 100% attention to the movie when Kenzi forced her to watch it, but she had gotten the gist.
"Yeah, but then he tried to grope her breast and she slammed the car door on his hand." Sam had paid some attention when Jess made him watch it. Not tons, but enough to remember that. "And he ended up stranded at the drive-in, branded as a fool." He did not add 'what will they say, Monday at school?' even though he could hear it in his head and that scared him.
She smiled wryly at his response. "I didn't know you enjoyed musicals and John Travolta."
"I--" Sam kissed her quickly. "Don't--" He kissed her again, harder. "Enjoy musicals--" He rolled her to her back and leaned over her. "--or John Travolta." The bitchface he gave her had no bite to it and he after he added, "Jess loved it," he went back to kissing her as though musicals had never been mentioned.
* * *
Just when Sam was thinking they might have to risk worse than a citation for public display of affection, a concert started up. They stopped making out to listen to the alien-but-familiar sounds, and sat with Bo leaning against his chest and his arm around her. "Not my usual taste, but not bad. It's interesting." He thought it might be atonal, or at least part of it might be.
"Kenzi would totally be into this right now." She said it with almost a sigh, but being here with Sam made up for her missing her best friend.
The first time that Molly had gone to the garden, it had been because she was told she couldn't get in. It had been the challenge, and maybe a way to see if alien minds were the same and she could get in. This time, it was because it had been so beautiful, like nothing she'd ever seen. The emotions that she felt with others around her was calm, unlike other parts of the station and certainly different than the Inn. It wasn't quite the fortress of solitude as her room was, but it was the next best thing.
When the music began to play, she let it become white noise in the background, and just enjoyed the flowers. Molly hadn't been really paying a lot of attention to where she was going or the people around her, until she got closer to the gazebo and she noticed a couple in there enjoying the music. She moved to change direction so that she wouldn't interrupt and that's when she noticed it was Sam with Bo. Her feet stopped despite what her brain said and she just watched them, not in a voyeuristic way, but curious. It looked like a typical date night and she really didn't want to interrupt that. She turned to leave them on their own and stepped on a fallen branch that just her luck made a crack sound at the very moment there was a pause in the music. Well, hell.
The crack of something, like a branch beneath someone's feet, caught Sam's attention and he was immediately alert, turning to look for the source. It wasn't that he expected trouble, just a habit. When his gaze came to rest on Molly, he smiled and then looked back to Bo with an eyebrow raised. He'd come with her, but it might be a good time to all be together for a little while. It was up to Bo.
Bo followed Sam's gaze. She smiled and shrugged in a 'sure' gesture. "The more the merrier." Her motto for a lot of things, really.
Sam waved to Molly and beckoned her over. "C'mere, Molls."
Bo smiled to her as well. "Pretty good acoustics over here."
Molly knew, yeah she cheated, that they were genuinely okay with her interrupting their date night. She still felt bad about doing it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you guys." She moved to join them with a smile.
"Don't worry about it." When Molly sat, Sam put an arm around her and gave her a quick hug. His other hand still held Bo's. "Are you here alone?"
"If you aren't, you should ditch them. We're cooler." Bo joked, though maybe meant it a little. "Or they can join us too." Most people at the Inn were enjoyable to hang around.
"Just me." Molly admitted, "I came here before and really liked the vibe so I came back to just explore." She glanced at them both, "it's emotionally quiet here." Molly assumed that Sam had told Bo that she was an empath.
"She's not an ascetic or anything," Sam said, teasing them both lightly, because of course he hadn't told Bo anything about Molly except the parts Bo could figure out from talking to her, and that he loved her. He met Molly's gaze after and said quietly, "Remember how I didn't want to share anyone's secrets by accident? That includes yours."
Bo was a little confused as she looked between them, but it wouldn't be the first time she was confused when it came to other people and their abilities. She knew enough to know Molly wasn't a normal human. She was okay with that, too, as it meant Sam was keeping his word about being private and she respected that.
"I'll try to be as quiet as I can." She smiled back, half in jest since she had no idea what that really meant.
Molly knew that Sam kept things very close to the chest about others, but she'd just assumed since it wasn't a secret about her abilities, he would have shared that with Bo. She smiled at Bo and shook her head, "not that kind of quiet, I'm an empath. I feel what others are feeling. The Inn can be ... really hard sometimes. Not as bad as Chicago, but it can be a pain in the ass." Molly just didn't know what others were feeling, she felt it with them. The anguish, the joys, the heartbreak, it was like it happened to her.
"So.. you feel everything?" She tried to calculated all the times she had been around Molly and what she had been feeling. She wondered if she could feel the constant subtle state of arousal she was always in. Could she feel it now?
"Wow. That's... that's rough."
"Yeah it sucks." Molly had to agree with Bo, "but I also cheat. It's an easy way to call bullshit on people, but it's also an easy way to get to know someone quicker. It can cut through all the posturing of assholes and gets to the heart of them." She made a face, "but it can also cause a perfect storm of emotions with me feeding off the people around me emotions. Good points and bad points all around."
Sam was, he realized, pretty protective of Molly, because he was tense until Bo recognized that was hard on her. He smiled at Bo and slid a hand through Molly's hair. And then made a face. "Okay, so, this is weird. Not to derail, but like... how do I do this when you're both here? Do I just act like I would normally? Are you guys both okay with that?"
If Bo knew Molly more, she'd have just leaned over and kissed her, but as it was, they had basically just met for the second time. Bo did laugh though.
"Relax, Sam. You'd already know if we had a problem because we wouldn't have said yes to this in the first place." You didn't agree to share your boyfriend, but then get upset when he acted on it. Though she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't get turned on if he started making out with Molly.
As Molly said, sometimes she cheated. She felt exactly what Bo and Sam felt, along with the others in the garden but because they were the closest, it was the strongest. "Take it from me, Sam. We are both okay with it." She winked at him. "It's my superpower." Her gaze met Bo's though Molly made sure that she didn't focus on her eyes. "I think we're all good with everyone acting as they normally would."
"Okay." Sam was smiling again, mostly because this was ridiculous and how had he ended up with both of these amazing women. There'd be times when he'd be freaking out about both of them dying because they were connected to him, but right now, he was having trouble believing this was happening. "Um, not to be all stereotypically guy about it, but since you're both bisexual, I'm totally okay if this becomes an actual three-way thing. And I don't mean just the sex part."
Well that was news. Bo didn't like to speculate on how someone swung, but it was always a nice confirmation when you learned that someone you thought was hot much actually be bed-able. It was hard not to imagine her mouth on Molly's mouth, or her neck, or - Sam really shouldn't have said three-way, even though she knew what he had meant. Her eyes trailed along the curves of Molly for a moment before her attention turned to Sam otherwise she'd definitely get distracted. "I don't think they call the non-sex part a threeway, Sam."
As soon as Bo reacted to Sam's news, Molly reacted to Bo. There was a familiarity to the reaction, like how she felt, though not near as intense, as she did when she was by Thomas. A sexual energy she always had to guard against, or she would have got swept up in it. Molly had always been susceptible to that type of energy since she discovered puberty. With a White court vampire it was that much more intense, especially since she'd also developed her empathy. Unlike with Thomas, Molly let herself be wrapped in the emotions of both Sam and Bo. It was a trust given to both.
"I'm good with the term poly. Sex or non-sex." Molly offered with amusement.
"Poly," Sam repeated, only blushing a little, because somehow when it was Bo and Molly, it wasn't so much embarrassing as arousing. "Okay, so we're poly. And somehow that means that neither of you is going to get mad or jealous if you see me with the other one." He held out his hands to both sides, taking one of each of theirs. "I don't mean to be a dolt about this, it's just that I don't want to fuck it up. I'm still having trouble convincing myself it's not cheating somehow."
Bo squeezed his hand with hers. "It's only cheating if you go outside the agreed upon rules." Which there were little off so it was probably easy not to screw up, really.
Suddenly there was a loud 'pop' and fireworks, or what looked like them, started to appear. When Bo looked closer, it looked as if it were all digital, somehow, which made sense considering they were in a large space ship essentially and explosives were no doubt a big no-no. It was very pretty, though.
Molly was distracted by both Bo and Sam that she wasn't paying attention to her magical shield. It had been on constantly since arriving at the space station and while it can wear on her, she also had her rings that always stored kinetic energy that helped replenish magical energy that was needed. She dragged her gaze away from Sam and Bo to look up at the 'sky' to the fireworks. That was when there was a boom that was timed to the pretty white sparkle fireworks. "Uh, I don't think that was part of the show."
To add insult to injury, the fire sprinklers began to rain down water. At least Molly hoped it was water and not some chemical.
Sam heard the boom and felt the first sprinkles of what was probably not water but a chemical fire suppressant. It didn't seem to be burning his skin, but it also didn't seem to be doing a particularly good job killing the electric sparks jumping from one section of the roof beams to another. "Molls, is that you?"
He glanced at her and caught the guilt in her expression. "So, Bo," he said as he got to his feet and started helping Molly up. "Molly's magic doesn't mix well with technology if her shields start failing. I'm guessing us being all poly screwed things up. But it's probably time to get out of here, maybe off the space station?"
Bo didn't need to be told twice. She really didn't understand what was going on, even after Sam explained, except that Molly's magic was not good with technology and if she had time to think about it - was still not the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced.
People were headed to the exits, some more orderly than others. People always responded to situations so differently. Trick would probably have something to say about that. "Okay, come on."
As they started to head out of the garden, a young woman seemed to slip on the chemical that was now covering the ground. Her companion stopped to help her, but at the same time there was a creaking sound and Bo saw something fall from the ceiling and the young woman and her companion were still trying to get up. She swore under her breath and hurried over, helping woman up, but that was the only time she had and she felt something hard and big hit her.
It was a moment later she opened her eyes and she realized she was pinned and her body ached. She tried to move, but she could only shift herself a little. Back on the ground, she could only look up which was distracting considered there was still chemical stuff raining down. Gross. She probably ingested some of that - that was her sort of luck. Bo tried to move again. She could taste copper in her mouth and for sure there were some broken ribs. Dammit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. This was why Molly shouldn't have come aboard the space station but there was no way she was going to pass up an opportunity to live like a Sci Fi chick. It had gone so well the first time but that was beside the point. She needed to either get the hell off the station before more shit happened or... That was when Molly saw that Bo took a hit. A really bad hit and all other options were gone. She glanced at Sam before quickening her pace to get to Bo and the other women. "Shit, I don't know if using magic to help will make it worse or not." She meant try to adjust the gravity to make the beam lighter. It was a reversal of the spell she used to make giant holes by increasing gravity, but if her magic made more problems for the space station, then...
"Shit." Sam was right beside Molly -- for a few seconds, before his stride opened up to a jog. There wasn't time to explain to Molly that he could heal Bo. All he could do was say, "Put your shields up, Molls. We can't risk anyone else," as he touched her arm on his way past.
He dropped to his knees beside Bo and bent over to kiss her. "Take what you need," he urged her as he sealed their mouths together, and tried to preserve the feeling of panic to fuel psychokinesis when she was healed enough to help.
Bo knew she couldn't heal entirely from feeding on Sam this way, but she could get enough to have strength to push it off enough to climb out, probably. When he kissed her, she kissed him back, pulling on his chi as she did. Her eyes turned a bright blue as she fed from Sam, feeling the energy rush into her, temporarily fortifying her. She felt the urge to feed more, to draw more out of him, but what she really needed to heal was sex. She could feel she was probably bleeding internally.
Her hand let go of Sam's neck - somehow it had found its way there - and she started to push at the debris on her. This time it was budging. She couldn't move it entirely, but she could probably move it enough for Sam to pull her own from underneath.
Shields were slammed up tight like when she'd visited her father in Intensive Care Unit. Her fingers came up to rub at the jewelry to grab more energy to slam into it. Her attention was focused on making sure nothing else happened that when a wave of sexual energy washed over her, it almost sent Molly to her knees. It was the exact same thing that she felt when she was around Thomas and her head whipped around to see if she could see if there was White Court there. It was a stupid reaction, she knew they probably weren't but that didn't stop her.
When she focused to find the direction it was coming from she was shocked to see that it was Bo and Sam. Then confusion replaced shock until she saw the light of Bo's eyes and the very light stream of..... was that Sam's soul? Was she feeding on Sam like a White Court? Molly felt her muscles tighten in protective anger, mama bear was about to protect -- . Sam's concern stopped Molly in her tracks. There were so many conflicting emotions running through her that it was hard for her to distinguish between what she felt and what others were feeling.
There was only one way to find out and that was to get in the thick of it. Molly came up beside the debris where Bo and Sam were. The sexual heat was palpable and Molly had to concentrate hard to ignore it. Most of her energy was going toward her shields and what was left was stopping herself from grabbing the nearest body - male or female - and pushing them against the closest hard surface. "Do we need a doctor?"
"No." Sam shook his head, trying to clear the sex-fog from it. Trying not grab Bo and fuck her healthy again. Or grab Molly and just plain fuck her. His hard dick bent almost double from the instant arousal and he shoved his hand into his pants, and almost jerked it instead of just rearranging the furnishings. He forced himself to take his hand out of his jeans and fought off a blush from behaving like a fifteen year-old boy in an R-rated film.
Sex with Bo always made his head swim. Succubus, so go figure. But this was different. Different even than other times she'd needed to feed to heal. This... he'd do anything, if she'd just keep kissing him. So he kissed Molls, instead. It made sense at the time, and hey, it worked. Even just the quick press of his lips to Molly's (the taste of love instead of lust, although he loved Bo, too) cleared him enough to say, "Just help Bo lift up so I can pull her out. She'll be all right until we can get to somewhere with a little more privacy."
Bo pushed at the debris. "It's okay, I'll just wait here." She tried to joke, her voice strained from pushing with her strength. She was stronger than an average human, but she wasn't the Hulk either. The debris shifted a little, but not enough, and damn did it ever hurt as she did it.
Bo's sense of humor helped Molly scratch her way to the surface of the emotions. She turned from Sam and focused on Bo, which helped, though not by much because all she could see in her mind's eye was Sam and Bo kissing. Molly shook her head to clear the vision and reached down to tug on the beam. Thanks to helping her mother make her dad's armor, Molly was a lot stronger than she looked. "I got this. Well with some help." She flashed a quick smile and tugged on the beam moving it out of the way as much as she could, so Sam could pull Bo out from underneath it.
In spite of what he'd said to Molly, Sam's pulse pounded in his ears and the noise from the crowd bled away into a droning buzz like a horde of bees. "Don't try to hold it," he gritted out through closed teeth and hooked his hands beneath Bo's shoulders. When he could see their fingers weren't curled round the beams, he summoned up the psychokinesis that came most easily in moments of anger and fear and forced the beam away from them.
It cleared both Bo and the one she'd been helping, nothing so obvious as hurtling through the air, but shuddering a few inches and then a few more in spurts that might have been mistaken for Molly or Bo or him or anyone else moving it. He wished he could claim he was being unobtrusive, but in truth, the power was unreliable at best, and as soon as he had Bo free, it stopped.
"Molls, can you do something like a support cast with forcefields? I think her ribs are broken and we need to get out of here now."
"I'm fine, really." Bo climbed to her feet and her body felt like it was on fire. Ow. She held her arm against her stomach and was breathing heavily, but she could walk through the pain.
"Ut oh, she has memory loss." Molly tried to lighten the mood. "You totally forgot that I can feel exactly what you're feeling." Which meant Molly was in pain as well, but she knew it was a fake message so she could easily ignore it. "I've never done such delicate forcefield work, but I can give it a shot. I'd take away your feeling of pain so you don't feel it, but in this case we need to know if it gets worse."
Molly pulled on her energy and like the delicate wards that she wove around her room, she wove a field around Bo's ribs. It would feel as if she had a bandage around her ribcage without actually having a bandage.
* * *
It took a little bit of fancy talking to get them past the guards and avoid being questioned about the incident. Fortunately it was the kind of fancy talking Sam had gotten a lot of experience at over the years. They'd been seen helping, so he made sure to point that out and then led them quickly out and to the elevator.
There, he looked at Bo, brows drawn in concern. "Can you wait until we get back or should we--" He left open whether 'we' would be just him and Bo, or him and Molly and Bo, by not shutting her out of the conversation. "Get a room in Paidia?"
That was definitely a new, but not un-welcomed feeling when Molly did her magic and she felt the support. It was a still a little hard to breathe, but at least she didn't want to throw up when she walked.
Bo's eyes looked from Sam to Molly. She knew what her body wanted. The urge to feed and heal was strong, but she wasn't sure if feeding on someone who had no idea was a good idea, or if Molly would even accept it, and while most of her race just took what they needed from someone, Bo was different. She tried to think as she walked slowly, but steadily. "I can wait" Her body was screaming at her to say otherwise. She almost felt a pang of anger rush through her.
Mostly Bo was worried about the station malfunctioning more if they didn't get Molly away from it for a while.
Molly knew that Bo was hurting and she wondered if the reason she was reluctant to use Sam as she had before had to do with Molly. "Sam, you guys find a room, Bo needs help. I can take it from here, make sure everyone's out and okay. The field around Bo's ribcage will stay until I release it, and it won't feel doubled if you put a real bandage on it." She looked between the two, "it'll be okay. My shields are up and strong. I'll see you back at the Inn."
Sam looked from Bo to Molly and felt a rush of love for both women, but especially Molly in that moment. "You can release the field in 20 minutes," he told her, reached out with his free hand to touch her hand and meet her gaze. "We'll be fine. I'll find you and explain everything later." I love you.
* * *
"Take what you need," he told Bo again as soon as the door closed behind them to the luxury room they'd gotten at Paidia. And because he knew what was coming, he made it easy for her, put his own back to the door and dragged her up against him for the first kiss. He knew she'd need sex and possibly a lot of it, but right now her ribs were still at least cracked and she was bleeding internally. He could take the first few jolts from the body-slamming of sexual aggression for her.
The moment she was given permission, Bo's whole demeanour was dominate sexuality. Her need for survival mixed with her constant need for him and she needed him now and fast and hard.
Bo's mouth found his, hungry and hard. Her hands moving up and over his massively hard chest to where his collar was and she pulled at the fabric until it tore and gave way, leaving Sam barechested against the door. Despite the pain, Bo pushed her body against his and pulled against his chin as she deepened the kiss.
Eyes bright blue, Bo's hands moved down to his pants and began to unbuckle them. She needed him inside her now like he was oxygen.
"It's fine. I didn't need that," Sam said against her mouth, the humor lost between fierce, biting kisses. His hands mirrored hers, went to her jeans and did what he could to get them off. She'd need to get her shoes off and step out of them, but so would he. So it was fine.
Fine, totally fine that they were fumbling with clothes like teenagers, but not fast enough. He bounced them off the door, took them to the bed, and pushed Bo face down over it. There, no one needed out of their shoes. He just needed the condom out of his back pocket (with Bo, putting them in a wallet led to temptations), which he got, ripped open, shoved onto his dick (super-hard, no waiting), and then lifted Bo's hips enough that even with her pants still on, he could slide right into her.
Her kisses were, perhaps, a little more intense than normal. This was the first time that she had been injured so badly and needed to heal with Sam. Bo's primal desire for self-preservation was through the roof and it came out from every little tug and kiss.
Her breathing was laboured and when Sam bent her over, her skin around her abdomen was dark, suggesting internal bleeding. She was bruised in many places.
When Sam thrust into her, she let out a loud, needy moan and pushed her hips back against him, naturally drawing on his sexual energy as she encouraged him harder and deeper.
Knowing how injured she was, Sam cringed at the way she pushed at him. It had to hurt, even if she was healing from it. He told himself to stop judging her by human standards and just give her what she needed, fucking as hard and as deep as their clothing would let him. Deep enough that he could feel the head of his cock against her cervix. But then she started feeding and he lost all restraint and even all thought of restraint and just took her like an animal, rutting hard, without any attention to her pleasure.
The good thing about being a succubus is that while foreplay and other extra attention was fantastic, you didn't need it to orgasm like most women. Bo gripped the bed sheets so hard her knuckles almost went white and her moaning was almost feral. But the more she fed, the most Sam thrust in her, slowly the dark-hued blotches on her began to lighten.
With the hard-on he'd been suffering since he kissed her in the garden and the feeding, Sam finished fast. Probably too fast for Bo to get what she needed, but stamina was never a problem. He pulled out and immediately slid three fingers into her to keep her going while he struggled to get her shoes off and take her pants and panties with them.
Bo tried to help, but his fingers were distracting. She swore breathily and wished her pants were much more rip-able. While leather was hot, it wasn't practical for removing. Finally, though, she felt her legs freed from her clothing and she turned to face him and ignoring how her body lit up with pain as she did. She sat up to plant another hot, needy kiss on his lips, her fingers digging into him. Her body writhed against him as she managed to whisper through heated, heavy breaths, "Want you. Now."
Sam was about to protest that he couldn't, but a glance down showed his dick was responding to her pheromones even faster than his brain. He laughed, hot and husky, and managed, "As you wish," before he joined her on the bed. His fingertips trailed her fading bruises worriedly. "You want on top?" Because maybe it would be safer for her if she controlled the motion. Not that she wouldn't heal, but healing without causing more damage would be better.
Bo liked being bottom and being top. Bo liked being sideways too. There wasn't a lot of positions Bo didn't enjoy, truth be told.
In response, she maneuvered herself so she could playfully push Sam down onto the bed and straddle him. He was right in the sense she could go the tempo she needed to, though her body ached while she moved - the whole feeling not entirely different from moments back home when she got badly hurt in a fight and needed to heal. Even so, as she felt him slip inside of her, she let out a loud sigh of desire like when you drank from cold, refreshing water in the heat of the day. Blue eyes on him and palms pressed against his impressively hard chest, Bo moved her hips up and down, hard and intense, but not at the same speed as he did previously.
"Hey," Sam said to her as softly as he could in the midst of well...this. He swept his hands down her arms in slower strokes, soothing as much as he could. "It's okay. You're okay." Because when she got like this, there was always this weird tinge of guilt in her need and he didn't want her to feel that. Not with him. Probably she wasn't feeling it right then, but she would later, and he wanted her to remember that he'd made this his choice.
Not that he was likely to be doing a whole lot more thinking with her riding him like this, but he could try. So he did. He reached up to cup her face and draw her back down into a kiss. "Be with me. Let me give this to you." Instead of her having to take it.
Be with me was what drew in Bo the most and it pulled a soft moan from her against his lips. She felt the rush of warmth fill her chest and while it still swirled before running down between her legs, it was a slower sort of flow that almost made her weak at the knees. After a moment, Bo's hips began to rock again, still long and strong, but at a pace they could both enjoy.
Sam enjoyed sex with Bo no matter the pace, but at this one, he could cup her breasts in his hands, or splay his hands around her hips and help her move, or run his hands up her arms and drag her back down into kiss after kiss to keep her rhythm too off to let her come. Instead, he brought her close, thumb working her clit like he was demanding it right now and then stopping to get his hand behind her and slide as many of his sloppy fingers into her ass as she could take, and then pulled her down to suck and bite at her nipples until she whined and her arousal slicked him from groin to mid-thigh.
The more he gave her, the more they moved together, the more he kept mixing it up to produce loud moans and exhales of desire - the more Bo healed. The cuts and bruises were long gone and what had been a scary dark black and purple festering bruise on her abdomen was barely visible now. "Sam... Sam." Even with his tactics of delay, there was only so much she could take. The intensity of her feed always came just before her orgasm and there was a moment she felt her entire body seemed suddenly wholly itself again and then the waves of the orgasm came crashing down around her. Bo was loud and she bucked and rode through the orgasm as best she could.
She tightened around him in one beat and in the next, Sam felt his energy streaming from him to her and everywhere it pulled he came. From the middle of his chest, and the middle of his fingertips, the center of his forehead and along his solar plexus. He couldn't see the energy and he didn't literally ejaculate from his third eye but jesusfuckingchrist he might as well have. By the time she'd slipped to her orgasm, Sam had spent and now lay all but passed out beneath her, murmuring, "Bo, love you, Bo..."
She collapsed on him, fully healed and contented and calmed. Bo shifted so she was no longer in top of Sam, but beside him and nuzzled into him, head on chest, not wanting to move any farther from him. "I love you too, Sam." She could heart his racing heartbeat. Lately that word with him was a lot easier to say, and that was nice.
Sam used the last of his strength and most of his remaining consciousness to lift a hand to stroke her hair. "Sleep," he mumbled. "Talk tomorrow." And then he promptly fell asleep.
Bo didn't normally get as tired as Sam, but she had part of a space station crash down around her at that was enough to make a girl pretty tired. She kissed his shoulder and then closed her eyes, eventually finding sleep herself.