I think this might be the end of this one. I am considering writing another short multi-chapter fic to accompany this one. Let me know what you think. Thanks for the follows and favorites. Hope you enjoy this one.

"This is all your fault!" the words were forced out between rasping breaths, as they rounded a corner and hugged the wall. "I can't believe you dragged me into this…"

She was swiftly cut off by a hand grabbing her arm and pulling her along. When they stopped again to catch their breath, she took up her complaints. "If I had known we were going to have to run for our lives I would have worn different shoes."

"Shut up Kenzi!" Dyson snarled at her. He was just thinking she was going to get them killed, when he heard the footsteps. Heavy, more than one pair, heading our way. It seemed they were surrounded and he wasn't sure he could take them all at once and survive. He turned to the woman huddling against him and whispered, "Run!" she didn't seem to register his words and he felt the impending blood lust and his fear for her mingle as he began the transition. Dyson knew his eyes were yellow and black and his teeth had become fangs; hoping to scare her into action he roared, "Kenzi! Run!"

He only had time to see her scramble backwards before he lunged out of their hiding place to land on the back of the biggest of their attackers. He had managed to take out two more when he was rammed into a wall, a knife at his throat. "I'm gonna cut your fucking head off." said the oaf on the other end of the blade. All Dyson could hope was that she'd managed to get away in the commotion.

Then he heard it. "No!" her voice was pitched high and throbbing with fear. Damnit! She never did listen. He felt the edge pierce his skin, heard her wordless scream, and then the night sky erupted in flames. Chaos followed and he was dropped to the ground. Scrambling through the bodies running aimlessly, some on fire even, he searched for Kenzi. Finally, finding her looking very shocked, he grabbed her and they ran.

Back at the clubhouse, Dyson sat on the couch. Kenzi had gathered a few supplies and was perched on the coffee table, her knees fitting between his legs as she dabbed the wound at his throat. "That was you, wasn't it?" He was sure it had been Kenzi who had set fire to their enemies, but he wanted to know if she had been aware, if she had meant to. "I think so, but it wasn't intentional." She ducked her head down. "I was just so scared. I know you said not to use my powers until we knew more. Sorry."

He figured that her abilities must somehow be connected to her emotions. "I'm just glad you were there to save my ass. It's becoming a pattern."

"Yeah, well, everyone's gotta have a hobby, right?" She smirked. The laugh he couldn't hold back turned into a grimace of pain. "Oh god! Are you alright?"

She leaned forward, putting her hands on his neck. The look of concern on her face, the way her eyebrows creased together, for him made Dyson's heart leap with hope. She moved nearer, trying to get a better look at his cut. He felt the soft caress of her hair against his chest and smelled her familiar scent, now mixed with something akin to an outdoor fire's smokiness. All of it combined overcame his hesitations.

His hands came up and circled her waist. His nose nuzzled inter hair, finding it's way to her neck. She froze for a moment. "Dyson?" The question in her voice was unmistakable, but he didn't want to talk; he didn't want to answer all the questions he knew would come. "Kenzi." He whispered in her ear, kissing the soft skin just below. He pulled her down, into him, relieved to find her unresisting.

She straddled his waist, her boots resting on either side of his legs. As ridiculous as he often found her preferred footwear, he couldn't deny how sexy they were. Maybe it was just the long, lean legs they encompassed. He kept one hand on her lower back, pressing her body to his, and with the other hand he started at her ankle and slowly rubbed up her leg to her knee and then pushed on up her thigh. She moved against him, slowly, as he continued his path up her body. First cupping her perfect ass, then up her side, fingering each rib under the black camisole she wore. When he ran his knuckles just under the swell of her breast she let out a soft moan. All the while he was kissing her neck, her collar bone, scraping his teeth against her jaw, and nipping at her ear. When his hand finally found its way up her neck into the hair at her nape, he pulled, bringing her face to face with him.

He was pleased to see the desire in her eyes; glad his lack of willpower hadn't scared her off. Slowly, so slowly, he kissed her. His lips sucking at her lower lip, their tongues meeting. All resolve snapped in a second and he lifted her, turning her into the cushions and pressing her down under him. He bucked his hardness into her, pushing up her skirt. God she smells amazing, she tastes like heaven, she feels like…home…"

Then it was over. She was pushing him away, calling his name not in passion but in warning. It took him a moment to come to this realization, but then he up. Apologizing. Moving away so as not to intimidate. Perhaps I was a bit overzealous.

"What the hell was that Dyson?" The lust in her eyes was still there but now it was joined by something else. Something that looked like fear. He couldn't understand that. Coming to his knees in front of her, he took her hand. "What do you think Kenzi? Haven't I made myself clear?" He couldn't think what to say.

"You're Bo's?" He shouldn't have been surprised. Of course she would think of her best friend, of that silly code she'd spoken of before. "I'm not." He answered tersely, so tired of hearing how his heart was still supposed to belong to the woman who had taken it and subsequently thrown it away so long ago.

But Kenzi persisted. "You love her. You always will. I…This…can't be anything more than a distraction for you. And I can't…I won't be that." She looked so sad. And he realized now that it wasn't Bo's feelings she was worried about. How could she not see that he didn't love the succubus anymore? That it was her…it had been for so long.

Gently, he took her face between his hands. Subconsciously, he noticed how big his hands were in comparison. He brushed her hair back and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Don't you ever think that." There was a sternness to his voice that he hadn't meant, but he had to make her understand. "I am free of Bo. Free to love whom I choose."

Dyson didn't want to scare her, so he left out the part about loving her. Hoping that maybe she would hear it in his voice anyway.

"But. How?"

"I don't know. I don't care." It was true. It didn't matter to him anymore; all that mattered was Kenzi. "All I know is she's not in here anymore." He placed her hand on his chest over his heart.

A small smile played around her lips as she asked, "So maybe there's room in there for little ol me?"

The relief of her acceptance was like the breaking of a dam. It flooded over him and the force of his joy pushed him to her once again. Putting his hands under her bum, he dragged her to him, kissing her hard, pushing her back into the couch again. When he pulled back for breath, he looked her in the eye and with a rare smile he growled, "If you'll have me."