Here's Chapter 2...hope you all enjoy it...I went on a lost girl marathon and took some notes lol...Review please!
So,Shed some light on me
And hold me up in disbelief
And shed some light on me
And tell me something that I'll believe in
Kenzi watched as Dyson left through the front door, after doing a good amount of reassuring her that she was not going to die. She wasn't sure if she could believe him or not, but it was Dyson and even though she didn't trust many people, Dyson was high on her list of people to trust. Sighing she got up from her spot on the couch and walked upstairs to the bathroom to take her third shower of the day. Letting her mind wander, she thought of all the times that she had been in danger since Bo came into her life. The foot soup accident, or the time she got locked in the trunk with a body jumper, bit by a crazy ass spider, almost died in the fight with the Garuda, and now this. A normal girl would of hightailed it out of here along time ago, but even Kenzi had to admit that if danger was apart of being in this group, this family, then she would gladly stay. She just wanted to know what she was dealing with and how it would effect her. She turned on the shower to let the water warm up before she undressed. Stripping out of her jeans and panties first when she took off her shirt she looked at her arm and ran a tentative hand over the heated flesh. She was tired of looking at the thing that is most likely killing her, it was liking watching the countdown on a bomb, but her eyes were always on it when it wasn't covered. If it was covered her thoughts were focused on it. Shaking her head, she removed her hand from the rash and stepped into the shower. When she was almost finished with her shower an intense pain bloomed throughout her body and she was feeling as if she had just been caught on fire. She cried out and fell to the floor of the tub, her tears coming uncontrollably hot and fast. With shaking hands she reached up to turn the shower off. Trying to sit up made the pain worse so she laid back down, not moving and trying to stop her tears. After what seemed like hours her tears finally stopped but she was still unable to move. So lost in her pain she didn't hear when someone entered her house, or when they came up the stairs. It wasn't until they entered the bathroom that Keniz lifted her gaze to the doorway and realized that Dyson had returned.
"Dammit" He cursed under his breath and knelt at the tub. "What happened?" He asked as he leaned forward and lifted her from the tub, cradling her to his chest.
She groaned in protest at being moved, the pain had lessened but was still very present. "I'm not sure. I got into the shower and the next thing I know my body felt like it was rolling around in a bed of hot coals."
He let out a low growl that she felt in his chest. "Why didn't you call me?" He asked in an "are you stupid" voice.
"Hey, wolf-man if you didn't notice, I wasn't do much moving around until you got here. Why are you here?" She asked, confused by his return.
"I forgot my cellphone." He left the bathroom and went down the hall to her room, sitting her on her bed. "Does it hurt when you move at all?" He asked her and at her nod he went over to her dresser and started going through it.
When he pulled out a pair of dark blue sheer panties that had tiny black laces on the sides, her eyes went wide. "Dyson! What are you doing?"
He looked over at her and a smirk appeared on his lips, that smirk that always made her want to moan. "I'm dressing you...unless of course you want to go to my loft naked." He chuckled as her eyes widened even more.
He went to the next drawer and pulled out a pair of black pajama bottoms. When he got to the shirt drawer, she remembered what she had in there. Before she could tell him to stop, he pulled out the white t-shirt that had "Team Dyson" in black bold lettering across the front. This time he did laugh and Kenzi felt her cheeks flush.
"You had a t-shirt made?" He asked as he looked over at her, his face full of humor.
Frowning, she responded. "I went on a Lauren strike." He laughed again as he walked over to her. Putting the clothes on the bed beside her he grabbed the panties and slowly, as not to cause her pain, slid them up her long legs. Kenzi watched as he slid them up and then lifted her a bit to bring them completely up. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning when his fingers graced over her bare ass. Dyson smelled her arousal as soon as it appeared and the wolf inside him roared to life. He closed his eyes a second, to compose himself. Grabbing up the pants he put them on more quickly and then picked up the "Team Dyson" shirt, putting it on her. He felt more grounded now that she was fully clothed. Kenzi knew that Dyson knew that she was aroused because his nostrils had flared and she saw him close his eyes. Of course he would know, hes a freaking wolf, she said to herself. Frowning at herself and her body she moved to stand up and her body finally obeyed, but she moved as if she had just been in a serious car accident. The pain had lessened too, for which she was very grateful.
"I'm fine D-man. I don't need to go to your loft."
"Actually you do. Bo is staying with Lauren tonight and after what just happened to you I don't want you alone." He grabbed up her ratty pair of chuck taylors from the floor and then with ease she was cradled in his arms again.
Seeing no point in fighting over staying at her own home, especially since she was tired, she just let him do as he pleased. "I need my phone though, D" She told him
"It's already in my pocket." He said.
He left her building and walked down the grated steps that led to the gravel parking lot. When she was buckled into the car he got into the drivers side and started the car. Within twenty minutes they was at his loft and he carried her inside and over to his bed.
"Seriously. I'm not helpless." She said, sounding somewhat annoyed over being carried around.
"I didn't say you was. Now lay down and go to sleep, it's near three in the morning." He pulled the covers back and let her move her self under them, knowing she needed to feel more in control. He could understand that because he was the same way.
"Where are you going to sleep?" She asked as she glanced around the expanse of the opened loft. The man owned nothing but a bed, chair, a dresser, a hanging punching bag and of course the things in the kitchen.
"I can sleep in the chair, Kenz" She was shaking her head before he could even move away from the bed. Moving over to the other side she looked up at him.
"It's your bed, sleep there." She told him.
Dyson gave it some thought before taking off his shirt, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his dresser and walked into the bathroom. He came back out a minute later, changed into the sweats and got into the bed beside her. They laid there in silence for some time, just listening to the other breath.
"Dyson." Kenzi whispered, breaking the quiet.
"Hmm?"
"If I don't wake up, I want you to lick my face, hump my leg, smack me...whatever it takes to try to wake me up."
He would of laughed if it wasn't for the scared tone to her voice. He hated to hear that tone when it came to Kenzi. She was strong and rarely ever seriously frightened, it made him mourn for her usual personality. Without another thought he turned on his side and pulled her back to his front, creating a protective barrier. He put his arm over her, put his hand over hers and laced his fingers through hers before bringing it up to lay over her heart. There was nothing sexual in the holding, just him providing comfort and protection. To let her know and believe that she was safe with him, even from the unknown.
"I've got you, Kenzi." He whispered into her ear.
"I know" She whispered.
He lay there awake as she drifted off to sleep. Some time later he was watching her sleep and the dim sunlight leaked through the windows and down onto them, he finally let his own eyes close and succumbed to sleep.
