Breathless. Spent. Replete.

Kenzi tried to let her mind take a break as their bodies relaxed within the triple filled goose down comforter, after one of the raunchiest sexual experiences of her life, wearisome to figure out exactly how she felt about it. But, then again, her mind should be off right.

Funny how the brain rarely cooperates.

She moved to disentangle her limbs from his, needing some space, perhaps a little bathroom break to clear her head, and yet, simply put, Vex wasn't having it, "Ready to dump me already love? A bit harsh don't you think?" He held her more tightly to him.

"Of course you would say that," Kenzi sighed, "insecure much?"

Actually, the truth of it was she was the one having all the not so sure emotions. It was like she'd just slept with the enemy, only her regard of him had completely changed. How did she reconcile wanting someone everybody else in her life despised?

"A girl has other needs ya know."

He smiled and nuzzled her chest, loosening up his vice grip a fraction, "Most women would envy a cuddle post coitus, especially after reaching such heights," Vex laughed, unable to resist a good stroke to his ego, "multiple times I might add," he then sobered, never fooled, "but, oh no, not mine. No… my girl would rather run off to sulk in front of the washroom mirror."

How the hell did he read her so easily? Was she that transparent?

"I really hate you."

"You really adore me." He countered.

Kenzi exhaled, becoming super annoyed and amused, all at the same time, "This will never work."

"It already has," Vex shot back, also enjoying himself, "we fit together perfectly if memory serves."

She ran her fingers through his hair, "An itch to scratch, nothing more."

"A burning ember that ignited an unquenchable thirst," Vex breathed as Kenzi played with an earlobe and kissed the hollow of his neck.

Her tiny blunt teeth nipped at his chin, "It's not you, it's me. I think we're going too fast and could use a break," Kenzi paused, her mouth finding his, their tongues battling for dominance; while her hands traveled leisurely over the expanse of his six pack, going down, lower, lower...

"Do you promise to call?" Vex asked pitifully, breaking contact only a moment, just so he could flip her onto her back, dipping his head over a breast, navel, and hipbone, gently suckling, his head moving down, lower, lower…

"I…suppose…" She barely managed to moan.

This wasn't exactly going as she'd planned. Why was he making everything fucking complicated and~ my god did he just put his mouth where she thought he did?

All coherent thought left her.

Vex was saying something against her center, but Kenzi was having a hard time concentrating on whatever it was though. And if she had to testify in a court of law, under oath, about the particulars of this day, in this moment, right now, her answer would probably be this: "He mentioned aviation your honor, and the migratory pattern of- of- geese, yeah, that was it."

In all actuality, his words were nothing more than encouragement as Kenzi's fingers gripped at the roots of his hair, her eyes rolling back into her own head as her spine arched backwards against the pillows.

"That's it my little bird…sing for me…fly…"


The space within the cabin of the private double engine plane was nothing less than suffocating. It was one of those moments when one's senses were annoyingly heightened. Every breath, movement, and personal idiosyncrasy of the seven travel companions on board, were exaggerated beyond all temperance of her self-control.

Trick was clearing his throat while tapping the tip of his nose, his face drooped forward into the worn pages of one of his many tombs that he'd brought along, light reading or the akashic record~ who flipping knew or cared.

Dyson was bouncing a leg up and down in impatience, staring out a small hole with double paned five inch thick Plexiglas serving as a window, probably counting the tumble weeds in his mind, as not much else ever went on in there.

Hale, who was seated next to the wolf man, had his eyes closed, his iPod loosely clutched in one hand, while the fingers of the other one strummed the armrest, humming a tune without a care.

The Morrigan, insipid bitch that she was, was on the opposite side, receiving a foot rub from one of her lackeys, the other two on alert as if some invisible threat was imminent; her throaty moans of enjoyment just about as fake as her tits.

The internal mechanisms of someone's wrist watch, tick-tock –tick-tock, the soft blowing overhead from the air vent, whoosh- hiss, the benign sound of a bell signaling the light up of seat belt use, ding- ding; the nasally voice of the stewardess on the intercom, "…again let me thank you for flying with us…the current climate and conditions in sunny Cancun is a mild 80 degrees…please re-buckle your seat harness as we prepare for landing…"

Bo could scream.

Yeah, if Kenzi wasn't in serious danger and she'd gone through all of this for nothing, then by all that was holy, the succubus felt it was within her rights to give the little punk rock girl two black eyes to rival her worst eyeliner job.

"Best friends to till the end," she muttered aloud in a huff, "Right…"

"What was that Bo?" Trick asked, his chin angling up with an inquisitive look.

She involuntarily stuck out her tongue and spat out with all the graces of a pubescent brat, "Oh~ my~ god… nothing!"


Kenzi double checked their bags making sure nothing was amiss, feeling on top of the world, waiting for Vex to return from some cave on his island, him saying something about crystals or whatever. Like she even cared right now…praise be to the girl who has ever experienced credit card orgasms before…endorphins galore bitches (whassup).

They had flashed to the mainland for a magnificent hour of shopping, him sparing no expense, and even shocking her with a present when they got back.

She smiled at her own reflection over the antique dresser, the blood stone necklace with its intricate onyx heart pendant looking awesome against her chest. Knowing somehow, the Mesmer wasn't the type to do so lightly.

So, this meant he cared about her more than just a little, and Kenzi wished she could high five herself. She snapped her neck sassily, "You go girl- what- what."

They were planning to depart soon, and skip to the next dimension. Which surprisingly, (total recent development), didn't bother her so much. Because that meant she didn't have to wonder or worry about her friends, and their reactions to her love choice. Not that it was any of their damn business. But, it was less stressful and hassle free for sure- no doubt.

Besides, Kenzi really did think things were heading in that direction.

The big L- oh- V -E that is.

And yeah…she knew she was the impulsive type, a minor fault of hers- okay a big one. But, so what?

So what, if she was the kind of person to jump feet first into any situation, especially after her mind was set. To her, it was really simple. He wanted her. She wanted him. They'd bumped uglies and forged a friendship. Shit, they had even committed a sociopathic homicide together. In her mind that equaled happily ever after or bust. Why fight it?

Yet, there still was that niggling doubt in the back of her brain whispering insecurities. All like, watch out, be careful, and don't trust him. It was annoying, this voice, and sounded a whole lot like a miserable mean succubus she knew. The one she'd left behind and used to consider her soul sister.

Well, she had been wrong about that hadn't she; so Bo could get the fuck out of her head.

"Eat your heart out haters," Kenzi sassed, snapping her fingers in a zig zag pattern with attitude, "I'm doing me right now."

Their luggage was packed, and she was rocking a purty vampire red sundress with cutesy little black skulls; her real raven hair was up in a high bun with bangs, and her man (yes hers) was like all sexy and powerful. Life was good; or at least that's what she'd made up her mind to believe. And no-one, including the gang back home, better fuck it up for her.

Vex's image showed a smirk behind her in the mirror, him leaning on the doorframe watching her, apparently done with his business. Kenzi blushed and whipped around, her heart doing that pitter pat and jive again, "Ready Freddie?"

He was wearing gray cargo shorts, black tank top, silver leather belt, and flippy floppies; his fashion sunglasses perched atop his spiked hair, with an eyebrow cocked, sporting a casual leer. "I was born to the like sweetheart…"

She did a couple of twirls, dancing over to him playfully; grabbing his midsection in a hug before attacking his mouth, cheeks, and nose with kisses- even biting his neck, "Then what are we waiting for hot stuff…let's boogey."


A/N: I'm not sure why, but I've lost something with this story, and I don't know if it will ever return to me or not. This chapter took months to finish, as some followers already know, when usually I can pound it out within a day or two. So, I may put it on the back burner or remove it, if my muse doesn't deem likely to cooperate…I'm sorry

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