A/N: Ahoy Tamoholics! Here are some more words for you. Will you like it? I don't know. Go read it and find out.

Sexually frustrated Bo is sexually frustrated. And apparently six in French is just 'six.' Disappointment.

"Are you gonna invite me in or are you gonna stand there and stare all day?"

The sleep still clinging to her eyes, it took awhile for Bo to adjust to the doubling vision before her. The voice was unmistakable and its owner even more apparent once those golden curls and green eyes fell into place onto that rightfully smug face. Weary eyes traced the length of her, from the right arm bent into the doorway to the vodka bottle dangling by her hips. The crooked smile did all but sink the thought home.

Tamsin.

Startled into speechlessness, Bo felt the breath trapped in her throat; and after an awkward silence, it pushed through in a sharp exhale. Bo stepped to the side, letting the door creak open a tad wider—an unwilling invitation, but a sign of surrender nonetheless.

"Took you long enough," the succubus said. It didn't come out as resentful as it was meant to sound.

Tamsin was aware of this and relished in the moment. She curled forth a devious finger, stroking the brunette's chin up until their gazes were leveled. Bright green eyes surveyed the exorbitant display of impatience before her. The cheeky grin still on her lips, she said, "Keep your panties on, sweetheart. I had a little thing to take care of first."

"Was this thing alcohol-related?" asked Bo. She took a step back to regain her composure, adjusting her hair.

The smirk grew deeper, accompanied with a playful scoff as Tamsin shrugged through the doorway. She chuckled when her eyes fell to the misshapen couch in the background.

"That is just a sad, sad little sight." The laughter drenched her words.

"Yeah, well, I have you to thank for that," said Bo all accusatory.

"Let's not forget, you were more than eager that night, succubus."

The flush of Bo's cheeks betrayed her, the hue of it settling the valkyrie into a cozy silence. Her green eyes danced with amusement while she watched Bo squirm.

"You ambushed me," the succubus insisted.

An arched eyebrow sought her with skepticism. "Is that so?"

"Yes." On a quick turn of her heels, Bo hid herself from Tamsin's doubtful expression, bolting for the staircase. "Anyway, I'm not looking for an encore, thank you very much." Her words trailed down swift and determined. Bo could feel the valkyrie's eye roll through the back of her head.

"Time to get this show on the road, succubus. I'm not waiting all day," the blonde urged, clapping her hands together.

Bo descended a few steps, craning her neck to get a view of the slight scowl forming on Tamsin's face. "Then you shouldn't have kept me waiting all day." She winked back. "Just returning the favor, valkyrie."

The hotel was extravagant. Like an oasis in the middle of the desert, it sprang amidst an array of crumbling ashen buildings. The towering twenty-story commodity dwarfed all others in the surrounding vicinity, its magnificence punctuated by the commanding red awning stretching outward like welcoming arms.

The tourists swept in and out like the ebb and flow of a tide, but there was always business to be had. They all drew to it like moths to a flame. Bo and Tamsin were cut of the same cloth that day, stepping out of the sputtering Camaro once the engine was killed.

Before taking her last sip of vodka and chucking the bottle out the window (much to the succubus's startled protests), Tamsin had advised they parked by the sidewalk down the road. For whatever incoherent reason, Bo had listened.

As they trudged towards the hotel, Bo quickly began to regret it. She wanted the luxury of valet parking and it didn't help that Tamsin was humming along with her steps. The succubus ignored it as best she could, recognizing the tune.

Bo pushed through the flawless glass doors with Tamsin close on her heels. They made their way to the reception desk, their steps somehow falling into sync with each other.

Though exceptionally tanned, the woman sitting behind the ornate table was breathtaking. Chocolate tresses framing an exquisite face, her exotic features relaxed when she watched them approaching. "Hello there!" she chirped, brilliant grey eyes gazing up through thick eyelashes. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes," Bo smiled graciously, unable to take her eyes off of the stunning brunette. Her attention momentarily drifted to the name tag emblazoned across the woman's chest. Nora. "We'd like a room."

Beside her, Tamsin snorted. "No foreplay first?" she asked cheekily.

"Will you shut it?" Bo glared at the valkyrie dangerously. The low growl from her voice almost cut into the fake smile plastered on her face.

"I'm sorry?" The receptionist gazed at her in bewilderment.

Catching herself, Bo slathered on a more cheerful tone. "Not you," she reassured the woman eyeing them suspiciously. "I was just—" She coughed and killed the unconvincing sentence, distracted by the wry smirk on Tamsin's lips.

Grey eyes darting between the two of them, the receptionist decided to ignore it. "So, do you have any special preferences?"

Tamsin opened her mouth, but Bo was the first to speak. "Two separate beds."

The grey-eyed brunette clacked away on the keyboard, frowning. "It looks like we only have the honeymoon suite available for now," she announced, her words sinking Bo. "I'm sorry about that."

The succubus' face twitched. "Are you sure you don't—"

"We'll take it." Tamsin threw Bo a lopsided grin, observing the horrified expression slowly forming on the succubus's face. Satisfied with the look she found there, Tamsin edged closer to the desk. Her intent was questionable as her green eyes glowed with a smile. Aware of all the attention suddenly bathing her, the receptionist giggled and looked down. "Say, you don't think you can help us out with a few accommodations, can you?" Tamsin began. "A girl can be mighty thirsty sometimes." The blonde flashed a dimpled smile and the woman before her all but melted.

Bo watched, perplexed, her jaw dropping.

"I'll make sure that the mini bar is fully stocked and free of charge." The enamoured brunette twirled at a thick lock of hair and smiled coyly. "What name should I put the reservation under?" Her eyes were locked with Tamsin's as she spoke.

"Bo Dennis." The succubus yanked the receptionist's attention back, slightly edging Tamsin to the side. "And we won't need a bellhop. We travel light."

Gaudy. Exuberant. Excessive.

The goddamn honeymoon suite was twice the size of her crack shack and even more questionably decorated.

White and red—those were the only colors that splashed the room, save for the yellow glow of the lights. There were roses everywhere, scattered about on the surface of every drawer and desk—on the floor, in the bathtub. On the bed.

No, not the fucking bed too!

With her arms on her hips, Bo stood and mourned its unfortunate shape—the round curves tapering into a sharp point at the bottom.

The bed was shaped like a goddamn heart.

There was a sharp whistle behind her and Bo spun around, watching as Tamsin stumbled through the doorway, eyeing the outrageous décor with raised brows. "Well, shit," she said, her gaze falling to where Bo's had been. When her sights took in the bed, she let out another whistle—ironic this time.

"You happy, now?" asked the succubus irritatedly. "You got your stinking honeymoon suite."

"Whatever." The valkyrie rolled her eyes, crossing the distance towards Bo. Before the succubus knew what hit her, those green eyes settled on her intently, almost probing through to some hidden secret that she was sure was moved into plain sight by now. Bo inhaled sharply and held on to the breath. And then Tamsin said, "Does this mean I get to have the bed?"

Bo breathed out exasperatedly and turned away, frustrated. "You wish," she spat. "You just stay on your side and I stay on mine."

"So we both get a side of the heart? Aw, that's so—"

"What?"

"Disgusting. But thank jeebus there's alcohol." The valkyrie quickly shouldered past Bo and headed straight for the mini bar. When she flung the door open, the eagerness in her features flatlined. "What the fuck is this shit?" She pulled out a miniature vodka bottle, face full of horror.

Bo observed, amused. Tamsin's dependency on the substance was almost endearing. Almost. "It's a mini bar, hon. Hence the 'mini.'"

"This is some grade-A bullshit," the blonde growled, gripping the tiny bottle in her hand as she stormed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Bo matched the valkyrie step for step, hovering just behind her like a shadow.

Tamsin paused. "To the bar," she said over her shoulder. "I need some real shit. Not this." She flicked the tiny vodka bottle back and forth in between her thumb and forefinger disparagingly.

"We're here to investigate," Bo hissed. "We should be scoping the place out."

Tamsin considered this and then faced Bo. "Fine." A sly smile crept up her lips. "I take the bar then."

With a resentful scowl, Bo followed the blonde out of the room. She began to regret it all—the case, bringing Tamsin along, the offer she'd made just to get Tamsin to come with her.

As Bo closed the door behind her, she continued to mourn. Why? She asked herself. Why did she settle on the valkyrie? Was asking for Tamsin to be sober too much of a miracle? Before they managed to go their separate ways, a balding average-height man rounded the corner of the hallway and gazed at them curiously. Bo watched him warily as he approached them, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two women.

"So, you're the new guests in the honeymoon suite," he observed tentatively. "Are you—?" He left the question hanging, almost unsure if he wanted to ask or, rather, if he knew what he was asking.

"No!" Bo immediately protested. Her racing thoughts had already filled in the blanks and she couldn't refuse quick enough. "We're just colleagues."

"Colleagues? Are you here for the convention?"

"What convention?" asked Bo, throwing a surreptitious glance at the valkyrie who was scratching furiously at the tiny object in her hands.

"Fucking bottle!" Tamsin exclaimed as she fought with the seal around her miniature drink. "Vodka should not be this cute and small," she grumbled as she finally managed to flick the top off. She took a vengeful swig, annoyed that one thirsty sip had nearly drained the entire content.

"We're actually here for a special convention," Bo quickly added as they both watched the valkyrie's peculiar antics.

The man's face suddenly lit up with an understanding that was foreign to both women. "You must be the out of town psychologists they flew in at the last minute!" He wagged his finger excitedly. "I was told they'd be booked across the hall, but I never figured for it to be the honeymoon suite."

"Psychologists?" Bo echoed, her face scrunching in confusion as she looked over at Tamsin.

The man followed her gaze, immediately drawn to the valkyrie when she caught him with her green eyes. "What kind of field do you specialize in, if you don't mind my asking?" He peered at the blonde with fascination, arrested.

"Alcohol," the valkyrie deadpanned.

There was suddenly a great admiration in his expression. "Substance abuse and addiction," the man nodded. "Interesting. I'd like to understand what techniques you employ to counsel your patients."

"I don't think she's the person to—"

Tamsin snorted with amusement, cutting Bo off. "Exposure therapy," she quipped. Then the valkyrie smiled and winked at the succubus. "I'm a great therapist." As if to punctuate that notion, she lifted the vodka bottle to her lips once more and downed the entire drink.

"I see. I see," the man murmured, unfazed. "I specialize in dreams myself."

Bo blinked out of the momentary distraction, her ears perking up at the keyword. "Dreams?" She immediately turned towards the man, asking, "I'm sorry—who did you say you were?"

"I'm a member of the convention, too!" He gleamed with pride. "It's an annual meeting with all of the brilliant minds in science and medicine from across the continent."

Tamsin wrinkled her nose and looked at him with one raised brow. "You're a doctor?"

"You can call me Phil," he smiled, thrusting a hand towards her.

Tamsin smirked and shoved the empty vodka bottle into his palm. "Thanks Phil. Now be a good boy and recycle that for me."

With a puzzled expression, Phil looked down at the object in his hand. "Uh…" But Tamsin had already spun on her heels and stomped away in a hurry.

Bo threw an apologetic glance at the man. "She's got jetlag!" She flashed a nervous smile, shrugged, then parted in the opposite direction.

Goddamn you, Tamsin. Bo cursed. Goddamn you and your vodka. And your smile…

The succubus furiously shook the thoughts away as she marched angrily towards the bar. Tamsin had never returned to the suite. Their room was left untouched, the bed still made. That only spelled one thing and Bo had already reached that conclusion all too quickly.

The pounding techno beats immediately bounced against her chest when the club fell into sight and Bo could feel her thunderous steps matching the intensity of the sound. She was going to give the valkyrie hell.

Bo fought against the swarming bodies, the heat, the air of drunkenness and laughter. Her eyes scanned the area, guided by one thought – well, one visual representation of the thought. She looked for anything blonde, or, rather, anything blonde and drunk. But as she swept her gaze over the sea of bodies, she was left disappointed.

Her efforts fruitless, the succubus pressed further into the den of alcohol, sweat and mayhem, She glanced past the bar and then looked towards the left corner of the room. And when she saw it, her blood began to boil.

She had found Tamsin, alright – found her with her tongue down the throat of a leggy brunette in the loveseat by the far wall. Bo stalked over, the growl already tearing out of her mouth. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" The valkyrie broke away from the kiss and twisted around, allowing Bo a clearer view of the stranger she had swapped spit with. "Her?!" Bo exclaimed just before Tamsin rushed over and pulled her away from the scene.

"What the hell?" the blonde demanded in a hushed voice. "Keep your shit together!"

Bo was still wide-eyed and flabbergasted. "You're hitting on the receptionist?!" She gestured towards the confused brunette in the background.

"Chill the fuck out, succubus." Tamsin crossed her arms and glared at her. "You told me to investigate, so I'm investigating. I'm just doing my homework."

Bo threw her arms out exasperatedly. "Yeah, you're doing it alright!"

Tamsin bit her lower lip, looking almost innocent. "You wouldn't know anything about it."

"And you reek of alcohol!" The succubus sniffed, frowning.

"Eau de vodka gets the juices flowing." The blonde shrugged, managing an unsuccessful smile. She faltered when Bo maintained her dangerous stare.

"I spent the whole day scouring this entire place. I almost got thrown into the swimming pool by a ten year-old!" The succubus paused, shaking her head. "And you've been here the whole time playing tonsil hockey with Nora, the lovely receptionist who booked us that honeymoon suite."

"Yeah, about that—"

"No, I'm so done with this. Go to hell, Tamsin." Bo shoved her way past the blonde. "I'm going to bed."

Tamsin left the club shortly after Bo stormed off, but she did not return to the suite, deciding that the succubus needed some time to cool off. And as much as it pained her to admit it, she did not want to sleep on that damn bed.

Instead, she stalked the hallways, taking occasional sips from the bottle that she'd bought at the bar, in her vain attempt to 'investigate' some more though it was only for her satisfaction. Her mind tried to form thoughts, but thankfully the alcohol kept much of the introspection at bay. She quickly glanced at the bottle and smiled. Thank the fuck for this human invention. Tamsin dragged on a little while longer, somehow acutely aware that their room was just around the corner of the corridor up ahead.

She flooded the darkness of the room with the light from the hallway when she threw the door wide open. At first she heard nothing, only the unsettling stillness. Tamsin quickly slammed the door shut behind her, wondering if Bo ever made it back.

The answer came in a slight whimper from the bed to her far right. There was a deep moan that carried through the room towards her. Tamsin wrinkled her nose distastefully at the succubus's lack of subtly. "You having fun there?" When the moan persisted, the blonde rolled her eyes and stalked over. "Look, you can't be this obvious, can you?" She settled the vodka bottle on the nearby nightstand and glanced suspiciously at Bo's squirming form in the darkness. "Hello! Earth to the horny succubus."

There was a sharp gasp that nearly startled her. Something was terribly wrong. Tamsin immediately grabbed Bo's shoulder and shook her. Finding no response, the valkyrie threw back the cover to find the sticky blood pooling out from the succubus's stomach.

"Shit!" Tamsin awkwardly crawled onto the bed, sitting atop the brunette as she seized her by the shoulders. "Wake up, Bo!" The succubus groaned in a trance, almost as if she were trapped in her slumber. "Wake the fuck up, succubus!" In her haste, Tamsin grabbed the vodka bottle on the nightstand. She glanced at the dampening stomach wound beneath Bo's camisole—it was spreading out. Fuck it, Tamsin thought, deciding to solve two problems in one fell swoop. She tipped the bottle over and poured the remaining alcoholic liquid all over the unconscious succubus. Tamsin had hoped that it would enrage her from the dream. It didn't.

There was no reaction – absolutely nothing at all.

"Fuck! I did not just waste all of my vodka for this!" Tamsin tossed the bottle over her shoulders—heard it shattering against the wall but couldn't be bothered. The more Bo whimpered in her sleep, the more it agitated the valkyrie.

The panic spiked through – shaking her – but not in the deliriously ecstatic sort of way. No, this was the kind of feeling that ran like a shiver down to her tailbone and made her stomach lurch. Tamsin fought it off and steeled her palm. Then she brought it like a whip across Bo's cheek—slapped her hard.

The blood seeped out hotter and those brown eyes did not flash open. Fuck. Bo suddenly gasped, her eyes swimming feverishly beneath closed lids. Then her chest trembled as she panted heavily.

Tamsin cursed, knowing she had only one option left. And it seemed like Bo did too, in her own unconscious manner. The succubus threw an arm out towards Tamsin's chest and pressed the palm of her hand against her cool skin. When the orange glow dispersed, Tamsin knew it was over for her.

Fuck me.

She was hot now – red hot – like she was burning from the inside out. All the heat flushed towards one center and Tamsin gasped, straining herself against the uncontrollable sensation.

Suddenly, she knew quite well that feeling that was pulsating between her legs. She fought against it, shifting her weight between each knee as she straddled Bo. But she was unable to shake the immediate truth of the moment.

Tamsin couldn't deny that she was now irrefutably and unbelievably horny. Her palms gripped the sheets tightly as she bit her lips to stave off the suggestion. She couldn't swat away the succubus's hands if she tried – they suddenly clamped around her arms tightly, radiating those feelings throughout every burning nerve in her skin. Her entire body sizzled with desire as she gazed at the succubus's lips – slightly parted and suddenly very welcoming. Tamsin swallowed hard and pushed out a breath. Then she dipped her head and sealed her fate.

It was Tamsin's chi that awoke her. Bo knew because no other chi could give such a shock to her system – jolting her from the inside out. It was delicious – like her heated skin was being quenched by the cool ice gliding along her feverish exterior. That's what Tamsin's chi felt like – a delightful chill – so powerful that it could sweep her off the ground in an angry gust.

Bo kept the channels open, continuing the drain. She wanted more – she wanted it all – but she could already feel her wound healing and she knew she shouldn't take anymore.

But it was so hard. Tamsin's chi had somehow pushed her past the barrier and Bo quickly lost all sense of control, her dark nature taking over. She could never be satisfied with just enough. Not when it came to Tamsin.

Surprising the blonde, Bo rolled with her hips, switching positions and pinning Tamsin down onto the bed. "What the hell are you doing?" the valkyrie gasped, a panic in her eyes when she saw the dangerous glow settling in Bo's gaze.

The succubus smirked, silencing Tamsin with another wave of her charm, dragging the moan out of her lips. The valkyrie was putty in her hands now, and the thought excited Bo as she seized dominance.

She ran her hands beneath Tamsin's shirt, feeling the hard muscles scraping against her fingertips. Though the blonde's abdomen was a pleasure to linger over, Bo didn't stop there, pushing upwards towards the edge of the valkyrie's bra before anxiously ripping off all articles of clothing. The blonde was too deliriously subdued to even protest and Bo wondered if her powers were working in conjunction with the alcohol. Whatever it was, it was working in her favor.

Eyes glowing, the succubus cupped a quaking breast, pinching the nipple until it hardened while the valkyrie whimpered under the torture. Bo glided her other hand south, her fingers just slightly hovering. Then she attacked the valkyrie's lips, pulling out that delicious chi, gorging herself on an excess of ancient glory.

Tamsin trembled as Bo continued to caress her breast. "You gonna…hurry this…up?" she quivered out the words.

"Not yet," Bo replied, dipping her head to violently suck against the supple skin on the valkyrie's neck. Her lips trailed down to Tamsin's breast and she picked up the motion with her tongue, feeling the blonde gasp again.

"Goddammit, succu-bus!" Tamsin's growl broke into a shriek when Bo dug her fingers in and began to fuck her hard against mattress. Each thrust sent the headboard slamming against the wall, the thunderous pounding only momentarily drowned out by Tamsin's screams.

Bo radiated more charm from her fingertips, feeling generous and knowing it was compounding the pleasure as well as the impatience… And just before she lifted the valkyrie into that peak, that immeasurable climax, Bo slowed her rhythm and continued the torture once more.

She could feel Tamsin's fingernails raking into her skin. And she reveled when the blonde lifted her head from the pillow, seizing her eyes with desperation, panting. "Finish it!"

Bo sneered. "Beg me." Then she curled her fingers and began thrusting into that sweet spot, driving Tamsin into a state of mania as she arched her back and clamored for a release that eluded her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tamsin cried. "HARDER!"

"What's that about patience again, babe?" Bo purred, disobeying.

"Fuck you!" the valkyrie screamed frustratedly.

Bo made her pay for it with a sudden, hard thrust. "No, I believe I'm the one fucking you right now," the succubus snarled into her ears. Then she increased the rhythm again, feeling her hand slick with moisture as Tamsin drew out a long, guttural moan, her ragged breaths rising in tandem to the peak she was riding.

It wasn't long before the blonde released one final cry. "Fuck!" Tamsin's muscles tensed as the orgasm rolled through her and Bo felt the valyrie's inner walls clench tightly around her fingers. She maintained the rhythm, pounding with ferocity – almost sure that the room's barrier might be punctured at any minute. It was possible she heard a crack from the headboard itself, but she gave it no thought because this was the moment she finally claimed the valkyrie. All that cockiness, the teasing – Tamsin was paying for it touch by touch.

The shudders wracked the blonde's body and then eased into a slight tremble when she began to plateau. Not before long, all those flexing muscles in her stomach and thighs relaxed. Her back crashed back onto the mattress as she dropped her knees, panting heavily. Green eyes snapping open, she glared at Bo, still breathless. "That was a fucking ambush."

The succubus grinned back. "I told you I'd make it up to you." Bo said, glancing at the glistening sheen of sweat blanketing the blonde's chest.

"You fucking destroyed my clothes!" Tamsin complained, now completely aware of how naked she was.

Bo shrugged. "That's your fault for wearing too many layers."

Growling, the valkyrie sat up and hastily wrapped the covers around herself. Bo watched her with amusement. It was almost adorable how self-conscious the blonde suddenly became. The alcohol must have been wearing off.

Alcohol. Bo suddenly realized how damp her shirt was and the strong, unmistakable smell that wafted from her skin. "Why do I smell like – did you pour vodka on me?!"

"You were unconscious and you were making weird sounds!"

"So that was the first thing you thought of?" Bo shot back.

"Shh!" Tamsin quickly brought up a hand to halt the conversation.

"Don't shush me!"

The valkyrie threw her an annoyed look, then whispered, "There's someone at the door."