A/N: Don't hate me Doccubus fans, I'm TeamLauren, but Tamsin quickly grew on me and I had to do this.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I get a profit from writing this. All rights reserved to Emily Andras, Syfy and ShowCase.

At the opposite end of the night club, the blonde Valkyrie was bent over one of the massive wooden table. Pool cue in hand, smirk on her face, she lined up for her shot. The place was buzzing with vibrant energy. Youngsters came to unwind from a long week and possibly to make unpleasant decisions, which would be later blamed on their heavy alcohol consumption.

"Three in left corner pocket, 5 in right." She announced confidently. The white cue smashed into both of the balls she had called out, causing them to go their separate ways. They then finished their trajectory into the pre-destined pockets with a thud. "Eight, middle." The eight ball rolled into the middle pocket, signalling Tamsin's crushing victory over the frat boys.

"No way." Her opponent breathed, flabbergasted. And in this moment, you could hear his masculinity weeping and his ego shatter into a million tiny pieces.

"Yo, this chick just owned you son!" One of his friends teased, patting the loser's chest.

She stood up straight, one hand on her hip, the other holding the pool cue by her side. "Someone owes me 20 bucks." The shit eating grin she gave them didn't even come close to explaining how much she took pride in beating these loud mouths to the ground.

"Whatever man." The one who had the brilliant idea to bet on 'the blonde chicka', pulled out said bill out of his wallet and held it up between two of his fingers.

She rolled her eyes and threw her pool cue at him, which he barely caught. "What are you, a girl? Put a tampon in it." She snatched the twenty dollar bill as she passed him, strutting her way to the bar with a smirk on her face. Who says a girl needs to sell her body for sex to make easy money?

A beer and three shots of Vodka were ordered, and then paid with the hustled money. She slammed down the first shot, cringing and shaking her head at the bitter. The warmth had already begun spreading though her body which made the second shot easier. As Tamsin grabbed her third, she spotted a gorgeous blonde seemingly sitting by herself at the bar.

"You got this." She coaxed herself out loud, as the third shot lulled her into a false sense of security. Pushing herself away from the bar, Tamsin started in the direction of the eye candy she had spotted just a few seconds earlier. She stopped dead in her tracks, brow furrowed, as she noticed the seat was now empty. Of course, the Houdini act.

The Detective turned her head to stare at the sea of people on the dance floor. If she had any chance of finding the blonde woman- if she hadn't left the bar already- it would probably be in the cluster fuck in the middle of the club. Her shoulders deflated as she sighed heavily. "Great…I hope no one sweats on me. I would hate to break such young and innocent faces." She told herself, reluctantly stepping towards the mass of brainless baboons.

Doctor Lewis was nestling her third glass of dark whiskey, sitting at the bar of the packed club. Even with all these people around her, she still felt alone and empty; like the remains of a human carcase after its soul dissipates into the air, erasing any trace of its distinctive personality.

The whiskey helped release the stress, which seemed to have plunged its relentless claws into each and every one of her muscle groups. The loud music resonated in her chest; brining her heart to life, which she felt had stopped beating when Nadia's last breath escaped her body.

She couldn't run back into Bo's arms, all the painful memories would rip and nip at her until there would be nothing left but insanity. For the same reason, Lauren couldn't bare staying home. Thus, she did what she would advise anyone against doing: numbing the pain by means of intoxication. What better place to transfer he grief than in a club where consensual and 'no-strings-attached' sexual encounters were prominent? Maybe a strip club, but she wasn't prepared to cross that line, yet.

She looked down at her glass, entranced by the ripples the music's vibration created. When it slowly faded out, so did the ripples in her drink. Before Lauren could over think the meaning of this metaphor, she downed the rest of the alcohol and drifted towards the dance floor, somewhat aimlessly.

It was like a jungle: Everyone danced with anyone; age, sex and race didn't matter as long as there was physical contact. It was a free-for-all. She would have never had the courage to jump in it wasn't for the exquisite Jack Daniels who had already impaired her rational brain.

Lauren fit in the crowd perfectly; searching for momentary bliss to deaden their inability to cope with loss. Lost lovers, lost status, lost dignity, lost sense of who they really are. Who was she really? The defeated pawn from a game she had no business playing in? A woman whose fate was decided by creatures more powerful and dangerous than the world has ever known? Or a scared girl whom needs someone to hold her and tell her everything will be alright? If you chose all of the above, you would be correct.

She followed the bodies around her, hoping to dissolve the stress and anger away. It worked, for a while, until she felt a persistent young man trying to grip her hips and pull her body into his. Lauren promptly pushed his hands away every time, but the man with half a brain couldn't, or wouldn't, understand that she was far from interested.

As a hand slid against her hip once more, she was sure of two things: One, this boy needs to attend a body language class, and two, she was going to enjoy knocking him on his ass.

Passive in nature, yet easily agitated by disrespect, Lauren turned around sharply. The wrist, which she had curled her fingers around didn't belong to the previously insistent male, but to a woman. Her hair was blonde, like hers, save for the color that appeared consistent throughout, and much paler. Her facial features revealed that she was a Scandinavian native, the Doctor hypothesized.

The stranger leaned down, her lips grazing the slightly shorter woman's ear, "Do I need to knock him on his pretty ass?" She asked with a smirk, leaning back just enough to stare into Lauren's chocolate brown eyes.

She politely declined the offer with a small smile, shaking her head. She released the woman's hand, yet wasn't reluctant to put a step between them. The stranger's perfume, as well are her beauty, was intoxicating. "Thank you, though." She finally turned around, cursing herself for her lack of social grace. Smooth Dr. Lewis, very smooth. The alcohol running through her system had other plans for her. It gave her a confidence boost at the right moment.

Just as Lauren was about to turn around, she felt a pair of delicate, yet strong, arms wrap themselves around her waist. She hadn't felt herself move until her back was pressed into the warm, taught body behind her. She took hold of the pair of hands, and felt her arms being lifted up slowly, fingers intertwined. Her hips began moving to the slow, yet sensual rhythm of the song playing.

Tamsin guided Lauren's arms above both of their heads, in a motion which appeared choreographed and graceful. As she slowly brought them back down behind her own head, she felt Lauren's delicate fingers lose themselves in her voluptuous, golden curls. Her hands slid down the her toned arms, her sides, then finally rested them on the space just above Lauren's hips as their bodies moved in unison.

Lauren kept one hand buried in Tamsin's hair, while the other made a slow decent down the naked arm, stopping as it reached the hand on her hip. The simple skin-to-skin contact sent jolts of pleasure right to her core, igniting her desire just like the way gas thrown into a dying fire gives it a sudden burst of intensity; If only for a few short seconds.

The fingers at her waist dug deeper into her clothing, squeezing tighter and pulling their bodies flush against one another. Lauren grinded her ass into Tamsin's crotch, her head falling back against the taller woman's shoulder. Eyes closed, a sharp exhale escaped through her parted lips. Letting go of everything, even if it was just for one blissful night, she was free.

Warm breath tickled her skin and caused a shiver to run down her spine, as her dance companion nuzzled her neck. A Wandering hand found its way under Lauren's shirt, exploring, teasing the skin. Fingers flexed over the hand on her own hip, fingernails pressed into the soft skin, as Tamsin's lips ghosted over the sensitive flesh behind Lauren's ear.

Tamsin had more control than she was given credit for, however, in this particular instance, her control was fading faster than Leonardo Dicaprio's hope of winning an Oscar. Either they found some place private, or a fuck-ton of people were going to assist to a sexier and more realistic version of 'Girls Gone Wild'.

"My place?" Lauren could only nod at the question thrown at her, which sounded more like a statement. She let herself be led out of the noisy club by the decisive blonde woman, anxious smiles spreading on their lips.

The cab ride took all but fifteen minutes, but as far as these two grown and very horny women were concerned, it felt like an eternity. They had, however, managed to stay civilized and even exchanged first names.

The taxi fare was practically thrown at the driver, as the pair hurried into the spacious loft. Tamsin roughly pushed Lauren back against the door. Tongues tasted, teeth nipped and hands explored. In short, it was nothing like a cheesy romance novel.

Feeling a tug at the hem of her shirt, the Valkyrie gripped both of the woman's wrists and slammed them against the door, above Lauren's head.

Her teeth grinded against each other and a hiss of pain was let out from the Doctor's mouth. One of Tamsin's knee found its way between her thighs, adding an almost overwhelming amount of pressure against her crotch. Front teeth pushed down into her bottom lip, turning her moan into a whimper.

Tamsin released the grip on her wrists and leaned down momentarily, hooking both of her arms behind Lauren's knees. With a quick tug upwards, and a little hop from the Doctor, she lifted her up against her hips.

Lauren reclaimed the blonde's lips with her own, their tongues dueled and danced repeatedly inside her mouth. Arms wrapped themselves around Tamsin's neck, her legs clutch around her waist. "What is it that…you do…exactly?" moans and groans broke her question apart, while still preserving the sense.

"Detective." Tamsin blindly lead them to her bedroom. Luckily, she had made this exact trajectory a million times in the dark.

"Just got transferred," Was her breathless reply. Once the threshold was crossed, she kicked the door shut behind them. She pinned the Doctor against the naked wall behind the door, letting out a guttural groan; making a show of her dominance. "Didn't start yet."

With the Detective's help, she discarded her tan leather jacket on the ground. Her hands found themselves on Tamsin's shoulders, as she slipped them inside the the jacket and pushed it off her body.

"Any chance you've gotten your handcuffs yet?" She teased with a sly grin. Hopping down, Lauren placed one of her hands on Tamsin's stomach, pushing her back until the back of her knees hit the bed.

The Detective smirked, cocking her head sideways as she leaned back against the bed, her elbows cushioned by the soft mattress below.

"I might have a few old pairs left…" She welcomed the extra weight of Lauren's body, as the woman straddled her. Eager hands slid up and down denim-clad thighs, her head tipped upwards to capture Lauren's bottom lip between her teeth, then sucking the already swollen flesh.

She grabbed Lauren's hand, stopping her fingers from un-doing the buttons of her black blouse. "Fucking just…rip it." Tamsin said harshly, chest heaving. The sound of buttons clattering against the hard wood floor made her chuckle. The ruined garment was discarded, mourned and quickly forgotten.

Lauren pulled back, and lifted her shirt above her head and tossed it nonchalantly. Fingertips glided upwards on the toned stomach, between the breasts, and stopped suddenly. Lauren looked down at the hand holding her necklace.

"Light Fae, huh?" She smirked, hiding the disappointment in her voice.

Once you go Fae, you never go back. "By affiliation. Human by nature." She confessed sheepishly.

"You said your name was Lauren?" Tamsin questioned with a somewhat skeptical frown.

"That is correct." Lauren poked the blonde's nose, chuckling when Tamsin crossed her eyes and made a face.

She grabbed the Doctor's hand, glaring at her. "Don't ever do that again." Her threats were duly noted by Lauren, who simply nodded. "As in Doctor Lewis?" Her eyes closed, as soft lips attacked her neck hungrily.

"Correct again." Said the muffled voice.

"The Morrigan would have my head for banging the Light Fae's precious Doctor." Funny, I don't seem to give a shit, The Valkyrie thought as her green eyes fell on Lauren's half naked body.

Leaning back, she placed both of her hands on Tamsin's shoulders. "You're Dark Fae?" She knew she should care, Fae were extremely anal about their politics. However, they're both consenting adults who can keep a secret. Theoretically.

She crawled back further onto the bed with Lauren still on top of her. "Why is it that we're having a conversation when there's sex to be had?" A few minutes and a bucket full of curses later, both women had successfully managed to undress each other all while causing sufficient damage to each garment.

Tamsin settled herself between Lauren's legs, snaking a hand between their bodies. Her eyes focused on every sudden change in the woman's face as her fingers teased and slid along the sensitive skin below. Dipping her fingers lower caused Lauren to hiss and arch her back into Tamsin's hand.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she brought her fingers upwards gain, and removed her hand completely. Lauren's eyes shot open at the loss of contact, which only made the blonde more confident in her actions. "Hold on tight, lover." Tamsin whispered in Lauren's ear, suddenly powering her hips forward. The thud of the head board slamming against the wall drowned out the Doctor's loud moan.

Her hands were placed on either side of Lauren's head for leverage. Tilting her head sideways, she reclaimed the swollen mouth and let her tongue explore. Her teeth caught the woman's bottom lip once more, pulling it back and then releasing it.

The muscles in her back flexed in unison with each violent thrust. Fingers clenched around the bed sheets, bawling them into her fists.

Lauren desperately clawed at the woman's back, digging and dragging her fingernails. She hooked one of her legs around Tamsin's waist, pushing their bodies tighter against each other. "Oh God…" The drowned out moan hung in the air, mixing with the constant banging on the headboard and Tamsin's own low, guttural groans.

Tamsin blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, she was on her back, with Lauren now sitting on top, staring at her with a devilish grin. Much to her surprise, the human Doctor kept the vigorous pace she had set up.

"Do you think I'd let you have all the fun?" She held Tamsin's face, groaning in her mouth as she kissed the woman's wet lips.

Although enjoying the view, the Detective wasn't exactly happy with her current position. Snarling and growling, she gripped Lauren's hips, scratching the skin below as she flipped them over once again. "That's how you wanna play it Doc?" Her lips and tongue tasted sweat, as she bit down on Lauren's neck. Her tongue swirled over the teeth imprints, before sucking the sore spot.

Lauren's hand flew up, clutching onto the wooden headboard as if holding on for dear life. Feelingt the Valkyrie's warm hand cover her own, she grasped the woman's neck as they locked eyes. Tamsin's eyes turn incredibly dark, and Lauren swore she heard the wall crack, but over the sound of their groans becoming increasingly louder and the bed pounding against the wall, there could be thunder storm and neither of them would notice.

She turned the tables, yet again, pinning Tamsin's arms above her head. "So what kind of….Fuck, yes." In the moment where the Detective decided to roll her hips, Lauren's brain wasn't able to multitask. She was, however, able to continue her sentence moments later: "…Fae are you? Amazon?"

Chuckling, Tamsin escaped Lauren's grip and clasped her hands down on the woman's ass. Her hips shifted right, pushing Lauren so she could roll on top of her.

"I'll take that as a compliment, but isn't that a bit too-" Neither of them had realized they were laying on the very edge of the bed, until they both hit the hard wood floor. Thankfully for them, the alcohol absorbed their fall. "Personal?" She finished after the initial shock wore off.

As their laughter died down, she kissed her way down the Doctor's body. Her tongue swirled, Lauren moaned. It curled, she squirmed. It lapped, she writhed in ecstasy.

Lauren lifted her arm up, her fingers twisting into the comforter. Her other hand gripped the back of the blonde's head, fingers digging into her scalp. As Tamsin's warm and experienced mouth brought her to the end of her climax, her body jerked, causing her to involuntary pull the comforter on top of them.

Four rounds later, and both women, Fae or not, were spent, and completely exhausted. Lauren's whole body was sore, and felt heavy. In fact there was something heavy on her, more precisely: Tamsin's 115 pound body.

She couldn't help but smile, as the Detective's earlier promise of "Just resting my eyes for a few seconds," had been broken for over an hour now. Tamsin slept soundly; chin against Lauren's shoulder, face first in the pillow.

Lauren absentmindedly drew small circles on the woman's back and played with soft strands of golden hair. She ignored Tamsin's doleful groans until her hand was swatted away in a not so gentle manner. The weight was lifted from her chest, as the Detective rolled over, incoherently mumbling death threats against the chuckling Doctor.

"Is the question still too private?" Referring to her earlier inquisition on the woman's specific Fae species.

"Shhh…" Tamsin haphazardly tried to cover Lauren's mouth with her hand, but only managed to graze her fingertips against her lips. She felt the Doctor's fingers slip into her hand, causing her to open one eye and shoot her a death glare.

"You wanna cuddle now, I suppose?" The Valkyrie sighed dramatically, but despite herself, lifted her arm and gave Lauren a silent invitation for a once in a life time opportunity.

Smiling, she curled up against Tamsin's side. She lifted her leg on top of the woman's thigh and lazily wrapped her arm around her midsection. Lauren knew this wasn't the start of a great romance, yet she couldn't go home. The memories which haunts her would be back, and right this moment, being held against a warm body that wasn't Bo's, made her feel truly free.