Kenzi's phone beeps with a message as she lays on her bed. As she rolls over to pull the phone from the bedside, her eyes bleary, she hears a pounding on the shack's front door. She knows it's early in the morning, she went to bed after a quarter past one and she's been asleep.

She stumbles down the stairs picking up her katana along the way. Even at home she can never be too careful. She and Bo never know if it's a friend or Fae knocking at their door, too often it's someone looking for trouble. Kenzi raises the sword as she approaches the door and calls "Who's there?"

The door creaks. It moves on its hinges like someone is testing the strength of the door. The knob turns once, twice but it's locked, Kenzi knows she locked it. "Who's there?" Kenzi calls again with a voice with a thread of steel through it.

"Baby, I need you now."

Kenzi drops the sword and flings open the door to find Dyson leaning against the door jamb, looking slightly worse for wear. His eyes glide from her bare feet to her crystalline eyes. He gives her a wicked smile and steps across the threshold.

"D-man, you ok?"

"My Russian doll, I'm A-Okay." Kenzi stares at Dyson and he takes a step or two, or maybe it's more of a stagger, towards her. Kenzi moves to steady him. "Woah there Cujo! Had your drink on tonight did you?" Dyson looks at her and really takes in what she looks like, the sleepy look in her eyes, the disheveled hair, the crop top and sleeping shorts. "I'm fine, I've been drinking but I only had a couple of shlots...shots of whiskey." Kenzi gives him a doubtful look and crosses her arms in front of her.

He leans in towards Kenzi and catches her mouth with his.

Kenzi can't believe that she is standing here, in the hallway of the crack shack, kissing Mr. Tall and Furry. She knows that there must be a million reasons why this shouldn't happen but there is one very good reason why it should. She loves him.

Dyson is struggling to concentrate. He's falling, falling into Kenzi's warmth. Her mouth on his and her hands on his body are spreading a warmth through him that he hasn't felt in years, not even when he was with Bo. He feels love...he loves Kenzi.

He pushes her up against the wall and all the while she is melting into him. She slips her hands around his waist to pull him closer while Dyson's hands have drifted up to gently cup her face. Kenzi knows she should feel frightened. Dyson could, and has, done a lot of damage with those hands and he's so much bigger than her. If he loses control there is nothing Kenzi could do to stop him. But for all of that, she feels completely safe with Dyson.

Dyson lifts Kenzi up and holds her up against the wall like she weighs nothing at all. He's completely distracted by her taste and the way she feels, her lithe body pressed up against his. He can't believe he's standing here with Kenzi wrapped around him. He feels completely out of control now he's with her, scared that he won't be able to protect her, terrified his wolf will hurt her. But for all of that, he knows he can't be without her.

When they finally break apart, both of them are panting, both of them are filled with a desire for the other, their heads pounding. Kenzi looks at Dyson "Well, damn D-man, I need you too." Slipping her hand into his, Kenzi starts to pull Dyson towards the sofa. Dyson leans down to taste her mouth again.

Kenzi pushes lightly at Dyson's chest to make him sit on the sofa. Laughable really, as if she could physically make him do anything. But Dyson sits on the sofa because she wants him too, and he would do anything for her, anything.

Dyson's hands go to her incredibly small waist. His hands can nearly span her waist completely and it makes him realise that his gorgeous lady is almost as fragile as a china cup, even if she is the strongest human he has ever meet. Dyson knows that he will have to be careful with her.

He pulls at her until she is straddling his lap. He runs his hands up her back until he reaches her shoulders. Dyson pulls her forward, wanting to feel her soft skin under his fingertips, under his lips. He peels the crop tops straps down from her shoulders. "You are breathtaking." he murmurs as his lips find the creamy white skin of her collarbone. Kenzi lets out a sigh as the heat from his lips moves along her skin, spreading like floodwater across the barren land.

She raises herself up on her knees to press her flesh closer to his lips and hands. Kenzi can feel how much Dyson wants her. His hands reach for her top. "Wait" Dyson goes so still it almost frightens her. "Let's keep things a little more even, don't you think?" Kenzi starts to strip his tie and shirt from his body. She wants to see and feel more of his hard body beneath her.

Dyson captures her hands and in a soft growling voice that melts her "Whatever you want, baby." His lips brush across her cheek and she shivers at the contact. He marvels at her blemish free skin and the softness of it. "Kenz, you're so soft, I'm scared I'll hurt you."

"You won't, I trust you." Kenz placed a chaste kiss on his lips but that was all it took to stoke their mutual desires once again. Dyson lifted Kenzi, just like in her fantasy and positioned her over his erection, which is still encased in his jeans.

Kenzi ground her hips making Dyson produce a low growl in his throat. He runs his hands up her spine, leans into her ear and whispers "I need you Kenzi."

Kenzi looks deeply in Dyson's eyes and with a small sigh says "Yes Dyson."