Fan Fiction
This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.
Run – Chapter 11
”Dr. Jamie,” he greeted her by placing his palms together, touching them to his forehead, and bowing slightly.
”Tek. Thanks for holding down the fort.” Lauren returned his smile and handed him one of the bags.
”You have brought a friend,” he offered Bo the same warm smile.
”She’s a visitor.” Lauren turned and looked over her shoulder at Bo, emphasizing the word visitor.
”Hi.” Bo copied his gesture from before and bowed. ”I’m Bo. It’s nice to meet you.”
Bo eyed Lauren sideways, and snickered at the doctor’s obvious surprise that Bo had paid attention to the local customs.
”We’ve been waiting.”
”I’m sorry. The bus is acting up again.”
”No, Dr. Jamie,” Tek laughed, ”you’re not late. The villagers are excited. They’ve prepared a special lunch in your honor.”
Tek ushered them into one of the stilted houses. Inside, they found a long, low wooden table adorned with fresh tropical flowers and tablemats of banana leaves. Lauren and Bo sat on the floor side by side, nearly touching. One by one, dishes were presented and Tek translated their ingredients for Lauren and showed them how to use their fingers to scoop the food into their mouths. Bo eyed Lauren’s every movement and gesture: she was inquisitive and curious without condescension; she asked about the flowery dishes and broths they set before her, and with absolute delight she sampled each and everyone, laughing when it suited her taste, laughing when it didn’t. The succubus feasted on her: when Lauren’s slender fingers slid in and out of her mouth as she ate, or her tongue as it ran the length of her bottom lip after every bite, the tilt of her head and the loose strands of blonde hair she brushed from her cheeks with her index finger—every little thing ignited Bo’s lust and stretched her self control to its limits. Bo wondered how she ever thought that anyone else could be the source of her happiness. Tek excused himself and for the first time since leaving the bus, they were alone. As the air emptied of Lauren’s laughter, Bo noticed the physical pain of suppressing the desire to touch her.
Bo needed a distraction. ”Why does he call you Dr. Jamie?”
Lauren cradled her chin in her hand. ”It’s the alias Kenzi and I choose when we got to Cambodia – it’s short for JM Barrie, the author who wrote Peter Pan.”
Comments
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.



(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5)
That was fantastic you had me worried for a while there I didn’t think you were going to put them back together when they left I thought that was it but the end was just perfect I really enjoyed this story and I hope you post something soon.