Lost Girl/Merlin X-over M rated, Kenzi/Merlin

Post S2 e4 Lost Girl Future Merlin fic. SMUT!

Summary: Kenzi always knew she was different, when she came into the world of the Fae. Little did the Russian gypsy girl realize how closely tied to the world of magic her own family tree was. Her power lay dormant until she summoned the spirit of Baba Yaga, releasing a birthright long forgotten, even by the world of the Fae. A mysterious stranger arrives in town, drawn by her potential. (Historical note: a Romanized version of Merlin's name is Merlinus Caledonensis)

Disclaimer: don't own Merlin or Lost Girl

I don't know how far I'm going to take this. It may be a oneshot, or I might make it a behind the scenes for the rest of season 2 Lost Girl, but couldn't help the thought of… Merenzi or would it be Kenlin shipping. Smut. Yummy smut. You have been warned! (although this first chapter only teases a bit)

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Kenzi was on her fourth, or perhaps it was her fifth-teenth shot of the night. Along with the beers, she really couldn't keep track. Nor did she really care. Bo was off doing Bo-ish type things, with some Fae something or other, still trying to kill the pain Dyson left her with and the betrayal she got from Lauren, although Bo was doing much better after she nearly drowned trying to save her BFF. Wolf-man and Hale… hell she didn't care where they were or what they were doing. Or, more precisely in Dyson's case – who he was doing. She squinted one eye then the other as she watched Trick pull out one of his most expensive bottles of liquor and pour it in a glass. Stupid actual customers, always getting the good stuff. Why couldn't she have some? Maybe she just needed to learn another of the short barkeep's secrets and up her deal with him from cheap booze to top shelf wonderful. Both her eyes flew open and she ooohed when the beautiful golden liquid was placed in front of her.

"Wait!" She said in her loud high pitched voice, grabbing Trick's hand. She glared at him suspiciously, "What do you want, Trick-maester?"

Trick chuckled, that annoying little shit was always up to something, she thought. Or maybe she was just that amusing with a rainbow of extensions feathering out in every direction from her jet black hair. It couldn't be the way she was dressed, her six inch stiletto healed thigh boots, dark patchwork mini-skirt, a leather bustier snagged from an unsuspecting roommate, and the dark gray skeletal 'hello kitty' knit fingerless gloves…naw. "Guy down at the end of the bar bought it for you."

Kenzi looked down at the other end. Things got a bit blurred around the half-way point, marked by the sign with the bar name on it. Anything beyond, including whoever was wonderful enough to buy her the drink, lost beyond it. "Is he cute?" She asked Trick through her closed teeth, while keeping a smile on her face, "Or is he some sort of weird, O. M. G., he's gonna slaughter me and eat me in the middle of the night type of creeper fae?"

The retired blood king glanced down at the man and back at Kenzi, "I actually think he's human. Which, is a bit odd."

"Wow, totally, because a human in the Dal? Who would have ever guessed?" She feigned complete shock before breaking out in drunken giggles.

Trick looked back down at the young man, he was perhaps in his mid-twenties, yet the crystal blue eyes seemed much older. Something seemed familiar about him, although the Blood King couldn't quite put his finger on it, but somewhere inside, he knew the man had a good soul. "I don't think he means any harm. You should be fine." He surprised himself by saying this, briefly considering that perhaps it was something mystical causing him to be so complacent, normally this alone would be cause for concern in the old Fae, but he soon dismissed it to the back of his mind when another of his patrons called for a drink.

Kenzi raised the glass and smiled, hoping the purchaser got the message of thanks and took a drink. "Mmmm," she moaned licking her lips as the smooth flavor slid down her throat, "That's some yummy stuff."

"Well I should hope so," a delicious voice with a decidedly British accent stated softly behind her. "It is one of Fitzpatrick's best scotches."

She spun around on her bar stool to see the source of the beautiful words, and kept spinning nearly off the seat. The man caught her calmly, suppressing a laugh. His arms were amazing, not beefcake quality, but neither were they twigs, just the perfect amount of tone. She looked up from his chest, into a face that was amazing, although a bit angled, his high cheek bones, contagious smile, and gorgeous eyes the color of the sky, his ears stuck out a bit, but it gave him perfectly, absolutely normally, handsome human features.

"Hi," Kenzi purred, "You just totally saved me from falling flat on my ass. That was so awesome of you! You gorgeous man, are my hero!" She patted his chest, feeling the well-toned muscles underneath. A tingling of excitement went through her, and she could feel herself blushing, but it might have been the alcohol, and not necessarily the perfect human male specimen currently holding her upright and buying her drinks, and saving her from the certain doom of complete embarrassment of falling flat on her face. Naw, it was definitely just the liquor.

"You know, maybe I'll have to buy you a drink another time, it looks like you've had enough."

"WAIT! I cannot let this go to waste, not something that is … ok maybe not the MOST precious gift I've ever received, but certainly right up there, let me tell you. So I must make the sacrifice and imbi-ibebebe this …"

"Alright, I'll get you another glass of it later." He picked up the scotch and placed it further back on the bar, out of her reach. "You've had enough tonight it seems. I think you need to get home."

He helped her outside the bar, she was leaning on him, her arms wrapped around his torso and giggling into his shirt. They made it to his car without tripping, and she gasped. "Oh My God, is that a Porsche?"

He nodded, reaching in his pocket for the keys.

"Dude, I totally don't even know your name, and here you are buying me expensive drinks and taking me home in a Porsche!" She stopped suddenly, sobering up – barely. "You're not going to try and take advantage of me are you?" Her black painted fingernail poking into his chest.

"My name is Cale and well, not unless you want me to," He answered her truthfully, his deep voice lingering silkily in her ears. She was beautiful with her black hair and pale green-blue eyes. They reminded him of someone he cared about many years ago, although Kenzi' face was softer and held an air of innocence from all the darkness the world could hold.

"Wow, man that is so cool of you!" She couldn't help herself, and Kenzi knew it was totally out of her normal nature, but she was drunk and sick of her best-y roomie always getting the guys with her cleavage and her succubusing ways. Trick said the guy was cool and human, so what did she have to worry about? She grabbed the front of Cale's shirt and pulled him down, pressing her lips heavily against his.

He paused at first, but the taste of her, beyond the drink, was intoxicating. The magic boiled just under her skin, calling to him. The fact he had kept himself aloof for many years from the world taking its toll on his self-control. He pressed her back against his car, his firm hands on her hips, massaging the tops of her butt cheeks through the skirt. Kenzi's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his luxurious dark hair as she moaned softly against his lips. His tongue slithered out, caressing hers, imploring them to part and allow him entrance. She gasped and accepted it willingly.

He leaned farther into her, one of his hands dropping lower, caressing her ass and lifting her slightly, while the other moved up her side. His fingertips gentle as a feather trailing up under her arm until just below her breast. Cale's palm smoothly wrapped around the outside, giving a light squeeze, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Even through the bodice he could feel it harden under his touch.

She felt his length pressing into her between their clothes, stiff and ready. Her vivid imagination of what he might feel like inside her if his deliciously sensual kiss was anything to go by, already creating a wetness between her legs.

A cough and low whistle from some of the bars other patrons as they passed on their way in broke the couple apart. Cale's mind quickly came back to him; he pulled away from her, breathing heavily, his blue eyes filled with lust for the woman before him. He had not planned on this turn of events when he came to find the source of the magic he felt in his dreams. He swallowed down against the rising emotions, "I should probably take you home."

"Uh huh," she managed breathlessly. In a daze as he opened the car door, and helped her inside. He moved around to the driver's side…which Kenzi realized with a sudden burst of clarity, was on the wrong side of the car! "Holy shit! You are so fae-king British, aren't you!"

Cale froze momentarily, completely at a loss of how to respond, "Um… yes?" He laughed, starting up the car. "So, your place or mine?" He reached his hand across the middle laying it on her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt, rubbing her leg, fingertips tracing up and down the inner thigh.

"Ya know, my roomie might be, uh, what's the word, 'entertaining' company of her own. So, what the fae!" She stuck her chin up and attempted her best British accent, "Home, James…or Cale, or…"

Cale let out another laugh that made her insides tingle – this time definitely not from the drink- as he put the car in gear and sped off, causing Kenzi to fall back against the seat with a squeal of delight.

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AN: So should I try to continue this? (although it might be a bit slow since I'm working on another fic) Let me know what you think, PLEASE REVIEW!