Chapter 4

Bo sat there, gasping for air. Her eyes squeezes shut. "Bo?" A tentative Kenzi whispered. Bo's eyes snapped open. Her hands dropped as she saw that she was in deed back into her body. And not just stuck inside of her own brain.

"Kenz, hey." Bo whispered. That was all that she had time for, because Kenzi was soon smothering her in hugs. Bo could hear Kenzi's sniffles and her tears were dripping onto her skin. "Hi, Kenz. I'm okay. I'm good." Bo looked up at the men surrounding her. Hale, Dyson, and Trick.

Hale looked relieved. Trick looked like he had never been happier. And Dyson. Dyson looked like he was about to start crying at any moment. She could see the love in his eyes. It was then that she realized what he had tried telling her long ago. That she couldn't be with a human. That she wouldn't be able to love another like she loved him.

Thank you. She mouthed to them and they got the message that she was trying to send. Kenzi needed to cry, in peace, with Bo. Dyson was the last to go into the bar, above. He turned just before leaving and he smiled before rubbing his hand on his jaw and shaking his head. She smiled back and this thus it began again. Their love, their love could survive anything.

Kenzi and Bo had split for the night. Kenzi decided that she really needed to go home and get her "well deserved sleep" due to her incessant worry over Bo. Bo decided to stay at the bar at the Dahl for a while, to wind down. Before going completely into the bar, Bo stopped and looked around. She saw Hale, sitting at the bar, talking with Trick. Dyson was playing pool, by himself. Kenzi was on her way home, and Lauren was nowhere to be seen.

Bo wasn't sure what to do. Something in her felt nauseous, just thinking about Lauren. And she would have had to be blind to not see the way that Dyson had been looking at her lately. At first she thought that it was just the affects of her blood being in his system, but as weeks went by, and nobody else was being affected she knew. Somehow, Dyson had gotten his love back. And she wanted to be with him, more than anything.

While Bo had been wrapped up in her own thoughts, her body had been moving, unconsciously towards the pool tables. Dyson hadn't known how much having his love back affected him. He felt more alive, he felt more strength, he felt more of everything. He had just finished shooting a pretty good shot when he felt her, or he guessed he smelled her. She had a certain smell to her. He could smell her perfume and he subconsciously located her if she was in the same room as him. Unsure how to react, he waited for Bo to make the first move.

He missed everything about her. Her braided hair, her leather clothes, her snarky remarks, and most of all, he missed her affectionate looks and the rare punch on the arm. Just being near her had his wolf nearly howling with pleasure. His wolf missed his mate. And although Dyson had tried to deny the beast within him, for her own happiness, there was nothing that would stop him if she gave him the green light. He would fight for her. He would kill for her. Heck, he would do anything for her. All she had to do was say the words, and they would have become his new religion.

Bo was shaken out of her thoughts by the sharp click of marble on marble. She was standing in front of the pool table. Only four feet from the only one who she had ever truly loved, in a lover-ish way. Dyson could handle her. He wanted to handle her. He loved her. He wanted to always be there for her. Not to mention, that he would always be there for her. They would live their lives together for century's to come. All she had to do was get the ball rolling.

"Hi." Bo said.

"Hi." Dyson replied. The two looked at each other. Bo felt like she was seeing him for the first time. Dyson wanted to say so much. He wanted to tell her that he had his love back. That he was sorry for lying to her, about everything. "How are you?" He asked, so casually. He wanted to do something that would make her choose him, over Lauren.

"I'm good. You?" she said. Somehow they had both gravitated towards each other. There were now only a two feet apart.

"I'm alright." One foot. His hand, resting on the pool table, moved forward.

"That's great!" Inches. Her hand covered his.

Blue eyes connected with brown. The pull between them was electric. Everyone could feel the tension and if they weren't careful, something was going to happen, right there in the Dahl. All they wanted to do was everything to each other.

"My place, or yours?" Dyson breathed as Bo lifted her hand to his face and stroked his beard.

"Yours." A seductive smile played across her face, and she intertwined their fingers. And so it was just as simple as that; Bo and Dyson, walking out of the Dahl, hand in hand.

(AN: I'm also really bad at writing … scenes. So make it up in your head, but I'm not gonna write it. SORRY!) Bo woke up, wrapped in warm sheets and a muscular arm. At first she panicked. Oh god, please let him be alive! She thought, but that was soon changed into complete and udder mush as warm lips descended upon her shoulder.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Dyson's deep, husky voice filled her heart with warmth that had been missing for quite some time. His fingers trailed up and down her arm as the other brushed her hair off of the junction where her neck and shoulder met. "How are you feeling?"

Bo shivered with delight. A lazy smile made its way onto her face and for the first time in a long time, she felt perfectly content. "I'm feeling amazing. Thank you for asking. How about yourself? How you feeling, wolf-man?" The playful banter rolled off of her tongue and she hadn't realized how easily it had come back to her.

Dyson chuckled. He hadn't heard her use that nickname in a while. He had forgotten how much he liked hearing it, come from her. "I'm good." He rolled her onto her back and used his elbows to prop himself up, over her. His free hand pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She all but purred with happiness and leaned into his touch.

"I've missed this." She whispered. Dyson froze. Their eyes connected and hers reflected panic while his reflected relief. His beaming face quickly diminished the fears in her heart.

"So have I." Dyson resumed his combing of her hair while she was satisfied to trace the lines of his abs with her perfectly manicured fingernails. They would have sat there, forever, in each others company had Bo's stomach not growled. A light blush colored her face and Dyson buried his face in her neck, laughing. He placed a kiss on her forehead before getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Bo pouted. She knew that she sounded like a five year old, but she couldn't have cared less.

"Well, my dear succubus, it seems as though not all of your needs can be satisfied in bed." His playful tone and wink were enough for her to attempt to pull him back to bed, but he resisted.

"Fine. Be that way." Dyson's contagious grin was enough to make her smirk in response. "I guess I can live with someone who wants to feed me." Again, Dyson laughed and Bo could swear that nothing made her happier than to hear it. She had gone far to long without hearing that laugh.

He tossed his shirt into her lap and pulled on a pair of boxers. Bo used this time to fully appreciate Dyson. His muscular back. Big, strong arms. And not just the physical side of him, but the other aspects of him too. God, he could cook! He made her laugh and he had saved her life, so many times…

His back was to her and she couldn't resist. Bo snuck up behind Dyson and ran her hands down his back and then circled them up to the front of his shoulders. Bo rained kisses on his upper back and rose onto her tip toes to kiss just below his ear.

Dyson groaned and let out a strangled laugh. "I'm not going to be able to finish making breakfast if you keep that up."

"Screw breakfast." She smiled as she spun him around. "We can always eat food later…" She added in a sing-song voice.

Dyson let out a low growl before pulling her into his arms and smashing her lips to his. She could feel him smiling and she was quite pleased with herself. But before they could make it any further, her phone rang. The pulled apart from each other and Bo's head fell upon Dyson's shoulder. She let out what sounded like a whimper of disappointment but Dyson just smiled, kissed the top of her head, and handed her the phone.

"Hey Kenz." Bo's smile disappeared. "Wow, slow down." Dyson didn't have to be a were-fae to know that Bo's heart beat had just spiked. "Yeah, of course. I'm on my way right now." Bo hung up the phone and looked at Dyson. He could feel his heart breaking for her.

He didn't even need an explanation. He just nodded and helped her gather her stuff. They both got dressed and Bo was surprised to hear him following her out to the car. "I'm coming with you." Was all he said before jumping onto his bike and pulling her with him.

"Thank you." She said, into his ear. As they raced off toward the club house.