A/N: Uh, hi.

Head-canon: Bo and Tamsin naked cuddle and are rly rly into each other that they don't even speak sometimes. They just do gross eye contact and light, innocent touches.

Tamsin lay on her stomach, arms bent and tucked beneath her, panting lightly as she took in the succubus several inches away from her.

Bo's breathing was in a slightly erratic state as well, and her eyes were fading into their natural dark brown. Her lips were bruised, and several dark spots were beginning to bloom across her fair skin. Her silky, brown tresses were in disarray, scattered across the white pillows and sheets.

This, Tamsin thought, had to be one of the most mesmerizing sights she had ever witnessed in all of her lifetimes.

Nothing had ever come close to looking so natural and so, so beautiful the way Bo did in post-coital bliss. Tamsin was sure she looked reverent as she stared at the succubus, her eyes slowly roaming over bare, goosebumped skin.

Hesitantly, as if Bo could slip away if she moved too quickly, Tamsin reached out, fingertips barely brushing against the bruises forming against the curve of her collarbone. She trailed her fingers up, now gently cupping the side of the brunette's hickey-filled neck. Once in a while, Bo would refuse to feed as they made love. The valkyrie hadn't quite completely figured out why, but she would be lying if some part of her didn't sing and rejoice in the physical evidence that Bo was hers, all hers.

She knew in a few hours the succubus would be reeling to go again, feeding off of her to the point where she became sleepy and oh so content. But until then, Tamsin could revel in the small victories that accompanied love-making without feeding.

Tamsin pulled in closer now, her hand retreating close to her chest once more. She tucked her head into the crook of Bo's neck, breathing in deeply as she felt arms wrap around her and pull her impossibly closer. As one hand caressed the small crescent scars on her back, the other idly ran through a portion of her hair with nails lightly scraping her scalp. She shivered, pressing a soft kiss to the column of Bo's throat and lingering there.

Bo reciprocated in kind, placing her own soft kiss to the valkyrie's hair while continuing her ministrations. Tamsin's eyes drifted shut shortly after, her breath evening out as she fell asleep. For once in all of her many lives, she was safe, and she was loved.

A/N #2: Not the best, but it's something.

This doesn't mean I'm definitely back, but I'll try to write more as the second half of season 5 is starting.

If you want, you can come bother me on tumblr jadedvoid, and we can talk about how Tamsin is a lovesick puppy when it comes to Bo. Or we can talk about [SPOILERS] how fuckin' casual Tamsin was after being struck by lightning.