AN - Written originally for Faeworld at LJ for the prompt Blood. Not for profit, I don't own anything, if I did Dyson would always be naked, well more than he is now. Any mistakes are mine and there may be loads as I've only seen each ep once.
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Bo lay in bed watching him as he got dressed, not even trying to pretend she wasn't enjoying the show, but she was up like a shot and at his side when she heard him wince.
"Are you okay?" she questioned worriedly, "I didn't take too much did I?"
"No," he answered with a smile, "well, not too much of that, but maybe a little more skin than I would have liked," he finished as he turned to face her.
"Shit!" she said as she saw the nail marks very evidently running down his perfectly sculpted chest, little droplets of blood forming at the edges, "erm...oops?" she added with a cheeky little grin, "want me to kiss it better?" she laughed as the grin turned mischievous.
"I think I'd better take care of it the old fashioned way," he laughed at her enthusiasm, she was insatiable, "you got antiseptic and stuff?" he asked.
"Sure," she answered, grabbing the supplies she kept on hand and started tending to his 'wounds.' "It's nice that I can take care of you for once," she said, "I mean you are always taking care of me, it's nice to return the favour," she smiled up at him, the feelings she was rapidly developing showing fully on her face.
"Even if you caused the problem in the first place?" he laughed at her.
"Hey, it's not my fault if you can't handle it a bit rough," she teased.
"I can't..." he stammered, then grabbing her by the waist he threw her back onto the bed, "I'll show you who can handle anything you want to throw at me!"
"That sounds like a bet mister," she giggled playfully.
"No," he answered, suddenly looking serious, "it's a promise." he finished as he leaned in and kissed her.