Kenzi moped around the lounge room of the crack shack. Bo and Dr Hotpants had gone out earlier for the evening and Kenzi doubted she would see them again before the next afternoon, once they finished getting their freak on or off depending on how you looked at it. But Kenzi didn't want to think about it..ewwwww!

And she hated, absolutely hated, being alone. She poured herself a shot from the vodka bottle she had liberated, that's how she looked at it, from Trick's personal supply. She was getting a little buzz- it wasn't her first drink for the night.

She started to look at the photos she had snapped at various times. She was trying to organise them and tonight was a good as time as any. Here she was with Bo during a girls' night out. They are looking straight at the camera with huge smiles on their faces and their arms wrapped around each other.

Here's the whole gang at Bo's birthday party. Kenzi smiled as she remembered Nate took the picture. The gang is all smiles but Dyson isn't looking at the camera. Here's one she took, 'The Boys'- Trick, Hale and Dyson propped up at the bar in the Dal, all smiles again, this time Dyson is at least looking straight at the camera.

There's a shot of Bo and Dyson when they were together. Kenzi can see that Bo looks so happy but Dyson seems to look a bit, well, vacant. Another of her and Hale leaning against each other and laughing. Dyson's in the background, just looking at them.

Bo and Dr Hotpants staring lovingly at each other. There are many more photos, her and Bo, Bo and the Doc, Her and Hale, the whole gang, the guys, the girls, candid shots, posed ones. But only one of her and the D-man.

He's sitting on a barstool, she's sitting behind him, on the bar with her arms around his shoulders. Dyson's smile is a mile wide and reaches right up into his eyes. She swears she can see them twinkling in the photo. What the hey?

Kenzi threw herself on the sofa and checked her phone. No missed calls, no text messages from Bo, Hale or Dyson. She doubts she'll hear from anyone now. Her thoughts wandered and lead her straight to Dyson as they usually did when she was alone.

She thought about the picture of them together. Strange there was only one in the whole lot. Strange too that in all the others he seemed to be looking only at her. She's sure of it but what does that mean? She knows how she feels but what about him?

Kenzi knows that it against the sista-code to go after your BFF's ex-boyfriend but a girl could fantasise couldn't she? And, boy, could Kenzi fantasize about Dyson! Her favourite being the one with the bath.

She is soaking away the aches and pains, from some job she had been working with Bo, in a large Japanese bath. Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head but there are tendrils falling down around her face. The water is steaming, warming her skin and giving her face a pink tinge.

Dyson appears, it looks like he's been fighting somewhere with somebody. He is speckled with dirt, blood and other things that don't bear thinking about. He takes off the leather vest he's wearing and strips off the white shirt from his toned body. He removes his belt and let his kilt fall from his hips. Kenzi knows it doesn't make sense, she's never seen him wearing a kilt but, hey, this is her fantasy!

"Do you mind sharing lass?" he asks her in his Scottish brogue which is thick and sweet like honey. Kenzi melts completely at the sound of his voice and just nods silently as he lowers himself into the water. It sends tiny waves which ripple across the tops of her breasts.

He moves towards her, reaching out for her until his hands land on her shoulders. He runs his hands down her arms, his fingertips lightly touching her skin. She shivers despite the warmth of the water.

Dyson slides her onto his lap and runs his fingers up her spine, he leans forward and whispers in her ear "I need you now." She can feel his erection ready, waiting for her to say yes.

"Yes Dyson!" she manages to whisper before his hands reach around her to cup her breasts. His fingers play with her nipples and she leans back against his broad chest. His nose rubs along her ear before his lips start to make their way along her neck. She can feel the gentle nips on her skin.

Kenzi turns her head to give Dyson better access to her mouth and one of his hands caresses her belly until he can slip his fingers between her skin to find her heated core. He rubs her clit and she can barely think straight.

Dyson, using the weightlessness of the water, spins Kenzi around. He looks deeply into her crystalline eyes. He traces a finger down the side of her face and catches a tendril of her hair. He wraps it around his fingers and gives it a gentle tug. Dyson slowly leans down toward her, his lips brushing across hers. She can feel the blood racing through her veins.

Slowly, inch by delicious inch, he slides her onto his twitching cock. Kenzi can feel the heat coming from him as he stretches and fills her. Kenzi leans back letting the water support her while Dyson acts as an anchor to stop her from floating away.

Kenzi can feel his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. Then he starts to move her up and down very slowly. Kenzi can feel his lips brushing her skin, can feel the power in his body that he's holding tightly in check. She wants to feel it all.

His rhythm is quickening. His teeth are scrapping over the delicate skin of her neck. She is moaning his name, her fingers are fastened to his shoulders giving her leverage. Kenzi can feel that heavenly weight building.

Dyson has latched onto her one of her nipples and is sucking hard, she doesn't mind. She wraps her hands around his neck and pulls herself up a fraction of an inch. "Oh, there it is!" And she comes undone right there. Moments later Dyson lets go and with a low growl, comes.

Kenzi looks deeply into her lovers eyes "I love you, D-man"

Later, she thinks that's the bonus of having a fantasy like that, she can say what she wants without the fear of rejection.