"Shit, shitshit shit," Kenzi muttered frantically as she rushed toward Bo's still form lying on the forest floor. She eyed the powerful succubus's opponent. She couldn't remember the name of the creature, but it was over eight feet tall, with razor-sharp teeth and claws. The monster looked dead, and enough of its greenish blood spilled on the ground to make her think it was so. But Fae were strange beings with strange abilities. She really, really hoped it was dead, but she knew she had to check on her Bo no matter what. Bo was tough, but she wasn't invincible.
Jabberwocky. That was what Trick had called it. She had thought the name sounded laughable then. But Kenzi wasn't laughing now. Moving closer, she could tell Bo looked bad. Kenzi had been serving as bait for the jabberwocky, then had run at the first opportunity to let Bo do her thing. Because Kenzi knew herself, and she knew she was not a fighter. And Bo had assured her she could handle the jabberwocky by herself, without Dyson, Hale or anyone else for backup.
Kenzi ran her hands frantically through her hair as she surveyed Bo's injuries. Her face looked pale, and the slash across her belly looked deep. She didn't look to be breathing, either. Hadn't Trick said it was poisonous, too? And Kenzi didn't even know first aid!
Kenzi had made her peace with the fact that she wasn't as tough or badass as Bo or her friends a long time ago. But she couldn't remember the last time that she had felt helpless. She fumbled awkwardly for her phone and dialed Dyson.
"Dyson, get your furry ass down here right now! She's not breathing! I think she...I think she might die!"
"Kenzi, Kenzi! Calm down! Tell me where you are!" Dyson shouted.
"Uh...that stupid forest where the fae held that stag hunt," Kenzi stammered out. "Dyson..."
"We're on our way, Kenzi," Dyson said soothingly. "If she's bleeding, keep pressure on her wounds, okay?"
Kenzi nodded. "Kay." She blinked back tears.
"I'm going to hang up now, but I'll see you soon, Kenzi. I'm bringing Lauren with me. She'll be back to full health before you know it."
Then Kenzi was alone again. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Bo, of having their apartment all to herself. No one got her like Bo did. And as a result of her less-than-honest profession, there were few people that Kenzi could confide in the way she confided in Bo.
She couldn't let Bo die. That was her job now. Right. Try to keep wounds closed. But with what? What did they always do on TV in situations like this? You were supposed to make bandages out of whatever you had at hand, right?
She started ripping the remains of Bo's shirt, since it wasn't in the best shape to begin with after the fight. She couldn't help but feel frightened at how fast the fabric soaked up with blood. And she couldn't help but fear that what she was doing might not be enough.
Of course, there was another way to heal succubi. She just had to get Bo conscious enough. Otherwise she was just going to look silly.
"You are so paying my share of rent next month," Kenzi muttered. She took a deep breath and mashed her face against Bo's trying her best to make out with the other woman.
Kenzi felt relief when she felt Bo stir. Her Bo was back! She quickly checked to see how Bo was healing, gently touching the large gash on her stomach. It still came away slick with blood. Her Bo wasn't out of the woods yet. She needed more. And Kenzi was willing to give it- provided it didn't kill her. She was only human, after all.
"Kenzi..." Bo said weakly.
"Shh," Kenzi said, putting her finger to the other woman's lips. "You just take what you need, Bo, and get better, you hear me?"
Bo didn't want the other woman to feel uncomfortable. They were roommates, friends and BFFs. What they were not was lovers. Kenzi had never said or done anything to indicate she was romantically interested in women, especially her. But in order to heal, Bo had to take energy from acts of passion.
And yet...if she refused to let Kenzi do this...she could see how upset Kenzi was already, and she knew there was no lying to Kenzi about the extent of her injuries. Kenzi knew she was dying. She had to let Kenzi do this for her. She nodded.
They locked lips once again. Kenzi marveled at the feeling of another woman's lips on her own. She was doing it- making out with another woman. And not to get some putz to buy her a drink, or as a distraction while a friend swiped some guy's wallet. She was doing it for a great cause- to save Bo's life.
She saw Bo's eyes gleam with sapphire light and knew it was working. Bo grew more aggressive, her tongue pushing in and exploring the human's mouth, but Kenzi found herself unable to resist. She was enjoying it, even though she knew Bo could potentially suck her dry. So much for her claims that she was as straight as an arrow. And no wonder Bo was never at a loss for a potential hookup. Girl was a damn good kisser!
Kenzi tensed as she felt a hand on her hip. Bo pulled away slightly. "Sorry," she muttered with a sheepish smile. "I'll keep my hands to myself."
"I didn't mind," Kenzi responded quietly.
Bo looked at Kenzi uncertainly. "Kenzi..."
"Less talking, more healing," Kenzi whispered in her ear, trying to do her best to appear collected. "We can discuss my sexuality later." As if to emphasize her point, she licked at Bo's earlobe, then moved down to kiss Bo's neck.
Kenzi gave an adorable squeak as she suddenly found herself gazing up into Bo's eyes instead of the other way around, and the cold ground pressing into her back. And yet, she found herself unable to suggest they move to somewhere more comfortable as Bo continued to make out with her.
Kenzi stripped Bo of her leather jacket, and Bo put it beneath Kenzi's head like a pillow. They continued to make out until Kenzi pulled back and began to remove her shirt.
Bo looked at Kenzi. "You don't have to." The lick of her lips, however, said she was at the moment very interested in the shorter woman.
"I'm not doing it because I have to," Kenzi said quietly, as she revealed her black bra. "I want to. Please, Bo." And with that, Kenzi gave her best puppy dog look, the one Bo could never resist. Bo reluctantly nodded, not sure if she was being a very good friend right now or a very bad one. Her lips met Kenzi's once more.
This time, Bo felt Kenzi advance things along. Kenzi's fingers trailed up along Bo's bare stomach. "Sorry," she muttered as Bo winced from her injuries.
"Keep going," Bo breathed softly. Kenzi hesitantly trailed her fingers upward, not wanting to cause Bo any more pain. Her hands stopped at the cups of her bra, gently massaging the other woman's boobs.
"Kiss me again," Bo whispered.
Kenzi did. As she did, she felt slightly weaker again. When she pulled back, she gently touched Bo's injury. Bo hissed in pain.
"I think it's changing color," Kenzi noted. "It looks...black? That's not right. Shit, Bo, you're still bleeding through! What are we going to do?"
Though she was loathe to admit it, Bo knew their petting and make-out session was not enough for her. And she didn't know how long she had before she passed out from the blood loss or the poison. Trip had said the thing was poisonous, and she thought she could feel the beginnings of the poison coursing through her system, leaving her feverish and short of breath.
"I have an idea," Bo panted. "I have no idea if it might work. But well...I always get an extra rush of energy when I...make someone cum." She looked into Kenzi's eyes. "It might be enough to heal me. Or at least...enough."
Bo would like to say she would totally understand if Kenzi told her no. This was new territory in their relationship. And screwing in a forest while Bo bled all over the place...it was not the most romantic setup imaginable. And Kenzi considered herself straight.
At the same time, she didn't want to die. She was only in her twenties, for crying out loud. There was so much she had left to do. Like...settling down. She'd like to try that. Try and find someone she could have a meaningful relationship with and not have to worry about it blowing up in her face.
It turned out she didn't need to think much about the possibility of death. No sooner had Bo finished speaking, than Kenzi was busy fumbling at her pants, taking them off, quickly followed by her underwear. "How do you want me?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. Not because she feared her sweet Bo, but because she feared for her, and because she was worried about messing this up.
"Just lower yourself onto my face. I'll take care of the rest," promised Bo.
